[center][h1][color=598527]Reathos & Nimueh[/color][/h1][h2][color=8dc73f]Level 3 God of Death & Level 1 Hero[/color][/h2][/center]
Eventually, Nimueh too passed on. Reathos released her body, and her soul could barely hold on to it. With a final, exhausted sigh did Nimueh enter her eternal sleep. In tradition of the Pronobii her body reduced itself to shards of ice and snow. To be carried by wind and scattered over the poles. Reathos himself had other matters now. The Pronobii had taken great strides compared to the other sentient beings. When the time for the Great Purge was there, he would grant them a few final gifts and teachings and send them off for war. But such time would not come in a long time. Thus the Pronobii would continue to gradually grow and train. Reathos could teach them many things, but to develop on the teachings, which required time. Which they now had.

From a glacier he had looked down on the village for a few more years. Which felt like nothing to him. For a moment they were leaderless. But their society soon chose new leaders. Others left the small settlement, casting out to build their own places. But to mark the one place where their Creator had guided them, they named the first settlement: Reas’Thul. Then the first few tribes spread out and built their own homes. But Reas’Thul remained the biggest. With the Arena-Temple of Nimueh just outside of it, it produced fine warriors. His cold, unmoving, half-hidden face cast a final smile at his children. It was not a happy one. He knew that, when the time came, they had to fulfil a singular purpose. To kill all life on Galbar so it could start anew. The ordeal would cost many lives. And when they fulfil their purpose, they themselves may have to vanish from existence. And that would have to happen by their Father’s hand.

But it was not yet time. Not yet. He turned into his crow-form and went on his way once more. Flying across Galbar. High in the sky. For a moment separated from the world by the great blue sky above, the lower blanket of clouds and the endless horizon cutting his vision in two. Eventually he dived down, piercing the clouds with near unnatural speed. He dove straight into a cave opening in the northern half of the Ironheart Mountains. Traveling once more through the subterranean labyrinth to eventually reach the Wraith Stone, guarded by the Chainbearer. With a single motion, a throne in equal color but even greater than the Chainbearer’s rose from the ground. The cave itself was filling nicely with souls. [color=a2d39c]“Let us see what my brother is planning.”[/color] Said Reathos, as he began to call before him the souls of all humans. Both form Arcon and Galbar. To find traces of why they were, what they were doing and how they got on Galbar.
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Nimueh, the Great Prophet had passed on. But her soul, having felt the pure essence of Reathos, was not pulled down to the Wraith Stone. No the very essence of her being sought out a new host. With particular violence it exorcises the newborn’s soul from the body and taking it for herself. The True Name of the little girl changed to Nimueh, and the banished soul’s vital spark was taken from it. It had no choice but to descend down to its maker. Never having lived. In the meantime, the girl Nimueh started her life once more. Like many Pronobii she was taught the basics of fighting.

Pronobii swords were more like ice-pikes. Meant to either stab or deliver a blunt-force slash. Those were the very first weapons she was taught to use. The Shadow had receded in her Soul. The memories of her previous life still lingered, all of them. But deep, deep inside of her. Despite this, she mastered the ice-sword faster than any of her age group. The shield, or more like a crude chunk of ice kept on the arm to take the blows, was an easy given to most. Until the advanced techniques. Nimueh grew arrogant her. Her subconscious experience with the sword, back in the day, had given her an advantage. But The Great Prophet never carried a shield.

“Keep your shield strong! You are the ice! You are its strength. If you cannot enforce it, then it will crumble on your arm!” yelled her instructor. An elder Pronobis. Their society had no value for counting time. Only life, death and fighting that occurred between it mattered. The elder was not that old. But a very accomplished fighter still. Nimueh, in response, trusted her arm into the snow and used her cryomancy to form a new shield. With pure anger she lunged at her teacher, shield before and blade ready. But she made a mistake. The shield before her blocked her vision. She never saw him lifting his foot. With a savage kick he destroyed her shield and send her flying through the air. “Again!”

Once more she came running with a crude chunk of ice on her arm. But in her anger, she did not actively enforce the ice. The elder saw this. Putting up a cocky smile he simply reduced his own shield to a ball of pure ice and lunged it at her shield. Which immediately shattered it, knocking Nimueh down. “You have much to learn, young one. So much.”

Learn she did. But never did she fail in her arrogance. As she grew better, she also started feeling more superior. For years she became the champion of the Temple-Arena. It became such a foreseeable even, that no Pronobii looked surprised. In fact, they started to see who would become second and third. Such things were not so easily guessed. Never the less she got the respect that she, as champion, deserved. In the simple ‘halls’ of the temple she started experimenting. She greatly favored the blade, but wielding it dual was clunky and unnecessary to her. Instead she increased the size of the blade. Making it heavier, bigger, and far more vicious.

“They are coming! They are coming! They are coming!” the Pronobis that came into Reas’Thul looked cracked, broken, in pain. He stopped, and fell to his knees in the middle of the settlement, in silence. Only when Nimueh appeared from her dwelling did he yell once more time: “They are coming.” Before he broke apart in ice and snow. One of the duty of champion was to organize the people whenever it was required. This seemed exactly like such moment. “Gather the weapons! Gather the armor!” she did not know what was coming. She did not know who was coming. But the fact that some creatures could weather the cold environment did not bide well.

They in the middle of a pass. Flanked by two steep mountains of snow. What stood before her, amazed Nimueh greatly. An army, filled with Pronobii. Among them stood strange, ash-like creatures. Several kinds of them. “From what settlement do you come?” she yelled across the soon-to-be-battlefield. She was greeted with mere snickers from the other side. Until one stepped forward. A male Pronobis.

“Surrender, sister. Give in. You stand no chance.”

Nimueh was surprised. Giving in was not part of the Pronobii. They always stood a chance. As long as one of them kept breathing, they would keep on fighting. That was their law, their essence, their reason of existence. “Who are you? Do you desire your own death, brother? We are Pronobii. Sons and Daughters of Reathos. We do not surrender, nor give in. Now tell me why you are here. So I know at least your purpose before I shatter that ugly head of yours.”

The other side filled itself with laughter. Even the leader of the band could not contain himself. He did, eventually, gather himself to say: “Reathos? Sons and daughters? What father locks his children in a barren wasteland!? Preparing for something that may never happen. You already surrendered! To him! I have seen the world. I have seen what other life we are supposed to in the future! I have seen more in my lifetime than most Pronobii will ever see. Who am I? I used to be called Rasul. Though where I come from, they do not value the ‘True Name’ as much as you do. And what is it that I desire? Why your very existence…Crushed!” With that, both sides broke into a charge. Rasul leading his with a sword and shield, and Nimueh leading with her great blade of ice.

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Reathos leaves his Pronobii and starts looking into what Logos is working on.

Nimueh reïncarnates and becomes champion of the Pronobii.

Nimueh leads an army against the first wave of Chaos' army. (results pending)

(No Might, Khookies or freepoints used)
[b]Reathos:[/b]
Level 3
14 Might
0 Freepoints

[b]Nimueh[/b]
Level 1
4 Khookies
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