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Nachytsm

A dark, tall figure; pale skin is covered by black, cruel looking armor, making the imposing seven foot three man even more so.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Nachytsm

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A gathering that seeks out the seven feathers of Dhaelhel in order to banish the taint of Naar on Terra.

Description

Covered in scars from a multitude of battles; calloused and toughened. His skin is pale, as if he doesn't see much of the sun. He wears a tattered, practically destroyed cloak, over a suit of soot blackened armor. He only has one arm, now, but he wields his massive blade left-handed and seemingly with little trouble. His face, perhaps formerly handsome, is practically unrecognizable underneath the damage of wars long past. He is also 7'2", so that's something.

Personality

To say the man has a personality might be generous. He is loyal solely to the Al'Kaera, the WarFighter, and anyone that endangers said person risks death, or severe maiming. He is hard to engage in conversation, and even when engaged, usually doesn't have much to say.

Equipment

Carries a truly massive broad sword, which is generally stowed on his back; it's roughly five feet long, and a foot wide. Aside from that, he wears heavy, spiked black armor, and his remaining fist has a spiked gauntlet on it.

So begins...

Nachytsm's Story

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Gary Mandolera goes up to Nachytsm. "I see great evil lurking within you, and yet...there is potential for you to walk the path of light as well. Truly, a study in contradictions. Could you tell me more about what you remember of your origins?"

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Gary Mandolera sits down to better converse with his potential target, unstrapping his greatsword but keeping one hand on it at all times to hopefully thwart those that wished to claim a kensei's signatore weapon for themselves.

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Gary Mandolera notices the man's gaze fall on his weapon. "I'm sorry, but no hands must touch this sword but my own. I simply wish to thwart rogues from claiming such a storied weapon for themselves. As for your profusion of holy energy...do you wish to keep the darkness inside you contained?"

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 “ "My fullest apologies. You stood out when I was doing a quick search for vampires." ”

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"We are?" she asked, stepping out of the brush where she had been. Though the man was intimidating, large, and by every means, could easily kill her, she just stood there in front of him, head tilted slightly to the side, eyes wide as can be. A woman, she certainly was, but only of sixteen years.

"You are lost?"

The setting changes from dark-woods to Mountain Path

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He simply watched. Waited. Silent as death, he had approached the camp site when he had not sensed the presence of the summoner. Though he was a conspicuous man, he had managed to hide himself passably well in an undergrowth nearby.

The man was massive, adorned in a tattered cloak over blackened armor, both of which were damaged to a point of near total collapse. He had only one arm, his left, but that was all he would need should it come down to it. Had he not spotted the familiar face of Jarlas, he would have already been in the clearing.

No, that's not true. The massive, scarred extremity that was his head tilts slightly to glare at the chicken resting in the crook of his armor, near his neck. No, he was also scared of the two women. They were pretty, and he had a problem killing pretty things. One of them also had wings though, and that meant she was either a Demon or a Harpy. Or some yet undiscovered creature.

The man's simple analysis told him two things for certain though; His Master was not there, but Jarlas was. He was too far away to hear anything going on, but he worried that some manner of betrayal was occurring.

The chicken nudges him in the neck, slightly, as if prodding him forward. He obliges; but unlike any other scenario where he would simply charge, all noise and fury, he decided to take this one cautiously, silently as his armor and his massive form would allow, coming closer to the clearing.

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#, as written by Maree
Bulzabolabi.

Everything that had been spoken to Dhaelhel was lost; blown away by a brisk breeze into the back of her mind. Her arms released Curtana to either fall or stand on her own two feet. The fallen god's wings drooped until the tips of her white wings touched the ground. Dhaelhel's amber eyes fixated on whom she believed to be an incarnation of Bulzabolabi; the Old God of War.

Her gaze watched him like a bird of prey tracking her next meal. It wasn't until he was closer that Dhaelhel began to approach her old lover, who truly was not her old lover. The fallen god's eyes softened.

An excitement then surged through the feathery woman and she gave a squeal of delight. Dhaelhel raced toward the one-armed man, and if she was fast enough to catch him, she was going to throw her arms around him and plant a passionate kiss right on his lips. If she failed, however, Dhaelhel would just continue to chase him around.

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#, as written by Knosis
Dhaelhel had released her without much warning. The half-elf landed straight on her back with a solid 'thunk', knocking what breath she had in her out of her completely. This was not her day.

After a minute or two regaining her breath, she looked over to what Dhaelhel had seemed to have gotten excited about. The one armed man seemed.. Intimidating, to say the least. But Dhaelhel seemed to have found some long lost lover. She turned to Jarlas. "My day has been.. Strange.." She grumbled. "All 'cause I followed a shooting star.. Note to self, don't even make wishes on them from now on.." She sighed.

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After his brief rant, Jarlas might've thought there to be some manner of reaction from either of the women pertaining to his trials, but before he could make note of it again, Dhaelhel suddenly charges off into the woods, dropping Curtana in the process. He watches her go for a moment, then turns and offers one of his hands to Curtana with a grin. "Join th' club," he remarks charmingly.

"Wishes work sometimes, but if they worked on stars I'd be alive, drunk'n pantsless righ' about now," he adds.

He'd noticed the hulking man Dhaelhel was chasing down, and there was something familiar about him, but he wanted to be a gentleman for once. He'd want to maximize his appeal when he had his life back, after all.

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And he thought he was being so stealthy, too.
The large beastly man stands transfixed for a moment as he sees Dhaelhel staring at him. He considered drawing his sword, but Nel ruffled her feathers at the idea. Before he could say anything to protest, Dhaelhel was suddenly descending on him like a hawk, a look of blood-lust in her eyes.

She was a Demon, he told himself, taking a step back to grab his blade. A pretty Demon; he'd fought them before, Succubi, his master had called them. But... they didn't usually look like that. And it was just normal lust, not bloodlust, that they had, he reflects. In the time it takes him to process these thoughts, Dhaelhel was upon him, smothering his face with her own.

The man had experienced this sort of thing when he had what people called his wife. It was confusing, and made his brain hurt, and he realized he couldn't move or grab his sword without disturbing the woman, which he didn't want to do, for some reason. He willed the chicken to help him, but she simply clucks and flutters out of his armor.

He was helplessly confused, and trapped in the embrace of death.

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Dhaelhel finally released the poor soul's mouth from her own to draw breath. It was a strange sensation, needing to breathe even in such passionate reunions. It was disappointing and annoying for Dhaelhel to need such bodily functions.

Pink cheeked and with glistening eyes, Dhaelhel refused to release her arms from around the supposed Bulzabolabi. He had gotten away from her once and it was not about to happen again!

"Zabo, so this is where you have been hiding from me this entire time!" Dhaelhel proclaimed, giving away the fact that this man was totally mistaken by the fallen god. The resemblance was striking in her eyes. Bulzabolabi was a one-armed god having lost the limb in battle... and that was where the likeness ended. It was close enough for Dhaelhel.

"You are here for Naar? I have come too by Lumariale's summon. She is very powerful, yet has gone blind from seeing Naar. I should have warned her but this new body," Dhaelhel said with a purr, pushing herself closer to "Bulzabolabi". "It is so exciting and new and the sensations are awful and wonderful at the same time. It distracted me..."

"She is tainted with Naar now. I do fear for her..." Dhaelhel bit down on her lip for one second before assaulting the man with more kisses all over his face.

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Curtana shrugged slightly, although her cheeks had blushed once again. "I guess. But these things seem to south as soon as I see one.." She murmured quietly. "Was hoping to be making a sword from the stone of a shooting star right about now.." She sighed softly.

She watched Dhaelhel and the new man, her ears drooping in confusion. "Seems everyone knows everyone.. I'm the third wheel half the time.." She grumbled, mostly to herself.

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#, as written by Jarlas
Jarlas had turned around to look at Dhaelhel when she started talking... and his jaw drops in surprise as to who she was talking to. "What the... she... why didn't I get that kind o'..." he scowls, throws his hands in the air, and stomps his feet a little bit. The bastard over there was getting more attention that this bastard right here, and Jarlas didn't approve of that. He'd have to step his game up... which was a ludicris concept, stepping his game up for that guy.

Turning around, he waggles his hand enticingly at Curtana, placing the smile back on his face. "If it makes ya feel any better, I want t' know ya, in a few ways! Now lemme help you up." He put on his best charming expression as he pockets the rod for a moment, willing to put both of his coldish, deadish hands into the matter of helping her stand back up.

His immediate interest was totally piqued by her mentioning making a sword out of a star, of course, because that meant a Legendary Weapon, which would help him be alive again!

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The man was released, at least by his face, and a look of abject terror was fixed on him. "I..." he tries to start, his voice a rough growl. Dhaelhel was still talking. His master had told him it was rude to interrupt. He couldn't help but wonder if these were exceptional circumstances.

By the time she was finished, she was ravaging his face with more physical attention. His scars, deep and numerous, had usually kept everyone, much less women, from taking any sort of interest to being close to him. It was nice. But this, this was terrible. "Don't know," he grumbles, trying to extricate himself from her, with his one arm, as gently as possible; like one might a kitten who is kneading painfully on their back.

Changing the subject, that usually worked to keep people's interest off him. "Where's Kaera," he rumbles out loudly, looking back and forth, trying to avoid her face with his own. Standing at just over seven-foot-two, if he could get her off his front then she wouldn't be able to reach his face, he hoped.

Glancing up at the tall man, the chicken simply clucks and wanders towards Jarlas, chattering on and picking at the ground occasionally. The only sane being here, that Chicken.

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Dhaelhel growled at Zabo as he tried to push her off. He always did like to play games but she was in no mood for them. It had been so long! Several thousands of years at the least since Dhaelhel had last saw Zabo. Grasping at the scarred man, she attempted to remain attached and fixated on Zabo, but he managed to peel her off.

Dhaelhel's wings puffed out and shook, sending a few pieces of the softest down onto the ground. "You're making me molt! Stop playing hard to get and just be loving for once!" Dhaelhel snapped at Zabo.

"And Kaera is probably out making love to his wife which is good because he needs to do that," Dhaelhel said, preening her feathers with her hands. They kept ruffling back up due to her upset nature. She gave up and walked away from Zabo. On her way back to Jarlas and Curtana, Dhaelhel plucked up the chicken and petted it in her arms.

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Curtana's blush grew darker at Jarlas' suggestion of getting to know her, but the blush made her look a bit angry. She took his hands, which were cold like she expected from a dead guy and stood back up.

Gently she brushed a few blades of grass from her coppery hair and let her ears perk up slightly. The spirits around them were still tense, and getting worse with every new face that showed up in her woods. She whispered a sheepish apology to the spirits before turning back to Jarlas. "Well.. If you are gonna go with us, I'm sure you'll at least learn some about me.." She muttered.

She noticed Dhaelhel was on the way back, and seemed upset. Curious how this former god had mood swings worse than a female cat in heat. "Everything okay?" She asked, not having eavesdropped on the the pair after she made her mad dash towards him earlier.

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What had he done now, Jarlas had to wonder, seeing the hue of Curtana's face. Maybe she was one of those types that frowned on chivalry. Or maybe he was just misreading and she was loving it. He decided not to judge, just yet, instead just nodding enthusiastically to her mention that he might learn some about her. "I plan on it," he decides, plucking one of the more elusive bits of grass away before looking to where she was looking.

The approach of Dhaelhel, flustered, angry, and now carrying Nachytsm's pet, made him tilt his head a bit. Leaning closer to Curtana, he whispers loudly; "He has this sort of affect on people." He nods meaningfully towards the one armed man standing dumbstruck on the edge of the clearing.

Leaning back into a proper standing position, he points at the chicken. "And you don't know where that's been," he warns.

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He had been pleased with having escaped from her immediate grasp until she spoke. Loving? Oh Light, this was terrible. The man hadn't done any of that sort of thing since he had a wife, technically, and even then that was strange and nice but really horrifying and... he didn't know how to deal with this. The winged woman was angry at him now, shouting about molting and flailing her wings about.

Then she mentioned that his master had a wife? Things were getting worse and worse. And that Love thing again. He was alarmed at more than one thing; his simple mind really couldn't handle much more.
And then Dhaelhel scooped up his chicken.

"Nel," he roars in dismay, rushing forward to save his pet; he would try to get next to Dhaelhel quickly, and try to carefully pluck the chicken from her grasp. For its part, the chicken seemed quite content right where it was, nuzzling against Dhaelhel's bosom and clucking cheerily, even making a strange sort of purring sound now and again.

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Zabo wanted his chicken back but Dhaelhel thought it was quite happy just where it was and she was not about to let go of it. The fallen god slapped Zabo's hand away and cooed to Nell. Being a woman with feathers herself, Dhaelhel knew just how to pet without ruining the preen.

When she was but a few feet away from Jarlas and Curtana, the winged-woman stopped and stared at them. "What are you staring at and what do you mean I don't know where this has been. This wonderful feathered creature has a name and it is Nell, according to Zabo. Respect the chicken," Dhaelhel snapped at Jarlas. She stretched out her wings, possibly pushing "Zabo" further away, and then folded them neatly at her back.

"Someone must feed the chicken. Nell is hungry," Dhaelhel demanded before she sat right where she had stood, still cooing to the animal.

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Curtana blinked at the chicken. She had seen many pets, but never one such as a chicken. This day was just getting odd-er and odd-er.

She leaned over to Jarlas and whispered back. "Why does he carry a chicken around..?" She asked, hoping the very ill-tempered Dhaelhel would not overhear her. If Dhaelhel heard any negative connotations about the chicken, their head would surely roll.

"Uhm.." Curtana began. "D-doesn't chickens eat the bugs from the grass or something..?" She honestly had no clue.

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Dear Light the former-goddess had gone mental. Nachytsm had that affect on people, Jarlas knew from experience, but so quickly! And if he didn't get that thing back soon, Nachytsm was likely to start making people look a lot more like him, ala arm destroying.

He had to do some damage control. "Long story," he says sidelong to Curtana before raising his hands defensively and approaching Dhaelhel.

"Can't really say'n present company," he says quickly, gesturing secretely towards the distracted man trying to get at his bird, "But there's some things very wrong with tha' chicken, of which I may'r may not 'ave any knowledge or happenin's to do with. But I do know how t' feed her, if you'll pass her off to me," he adds.

He'd need to keep an eye on the hulking one-armed monstrosity over there, or he was likely to be on the receiving end of some malice. Nachytsm may be cautious and timid about harming women, but he probably wouldn't feel the same about Jarlas unless he did some distinctly feminine things.

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Nachytsm was following on Dhaelhel's heels, whimpering and moving to either side of her, like a puppy trying to get at some food. This was all wrong. Terribly wrong. He needed to get Nel back, he couldn't let that thing have her, even if she did seem to like him, for some reason.

"Nel," he cries out imploringly, "Come back!"

The chicken raises her head from Dhaelhel's chest to look first at Nachytsm, then at Jarlas and Curtana, whom Dhaelhel was ordering about. It felt like royalty, one might imagine. Still, it looks plaintively up at Dhaelhel, clucking once.

She didn't seem to be having any direct interest in struggling in the winged woman's grasp, so Nachytsm decided to prepare for something drastic. He stops shuffling about, moves to stand directly in front of Dhaelhel, and through gritted teeth speaks a word most foreign to his mouth; "Please?"

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A hand pushed away at Jarlas at his chest, with surprising strength. The goal was to move him away from Dhaelhel so that he could not take Nel from her. She was holding the chicken and when she was done with the chicken, then the others could hold the chicken too. But for now, it was Dhaelhel's turn to hold onto Nel.

And it was not lost on her that Zabo was particularly attached to Nel.

"I told them to get you food but they are not listening, are they?" Dhaelhel spoke to Nel as if the flightless bird was cognitive of her speech. It was then that Nachytsm, or Zabo to the fallen god, stood in front of Dhaelhel. Jarlas was a beautiful creature, as was Curtana with her shyness and innocence, but Zabo was the winner of them all in the winged-woman's eyes.

She released a sigh of longing for her lost lover, who was becoming more and more shadowed by the setting sun. It sat low on the horizon and signaled that night was soon to come. Camp needed to be made.

"You must assist Jarlas in making camp. Nel does not like to sleep on the hard ground. A proper place to rest must be made for her and for me. Since you all will not get her food, I will do it myself." Dhaelhel turned on heel and made for a fallen log nearby. Surely there were some fat grubs for her fingers to pick out for Nel.

After a few seconds, Dhaelhel screamed with her wings flared and tense, Nel held protectively in her arms.

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Curtana jumped at the shrill sound, immediately turning and nearly flying over to Dhaelhel, her eyes darting over the woman to see quickly what was the matter with her. "Are you alright? Are you hurt? Has something bitten you?! What happened? Dammit woman answer me!" She said about 50 miles a minute. It was obvious the panic was not only for Dhaelhel's sake.

The spirits around the area were equally panicked, unable to realize what was going on with the strange mortal who danced with chickens. But they did not like loud noises, especially if they were out of the blue. The spring that Curtana started earlier turned into a fountain once again by the nervous beings, and the trees lost a few leaves.

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Jarlas had learned, as a young Bastard growing up in the slums of his home, that true men did not stagger. Not unless they were drunk, or carrying the weight of a woman at the least two and a half times their body mass. Aside from those exceptional circumstances, men did not stagger. And if anyone present was a man, Jarlas was a man.

So, he simply falls over backwards, stiff as you please.

Laying on the ground, he scowls. "I said I can feed it," he says to the sky, crossing his arms in defiance. He seemed quite comfortable on the ground, really. "And I don' need 'elp with Camp, I've got th-" he sits upright as Dhaelhel shrieks. He couldn't quite place why she was screaming like a banshee in heat (not that he knew this happened from experience, but that's what he felt it related to). Looking around, he takes note of where she was. Maybe the all-powerful former-Goddess was afraid of bugs.