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Aevah said she could see Kyrtaars aura, and that was good enough for him. He turned to leave with her. "Follow me" he said, croaking, his throat still hurting. He was reluctant to talk. As they proceeded to leave, Kyrtaar found a branch that would serve as a walking stick. He picked it up. "Aevah, I found a stick" He said, turning around and placing it in her hands. Then he would continue, leading her to the horses. Kyrtaar took another drink of water, and helped Aevah mount the horse, before climbing onto his own. He reached down, taking the reins of Aevah's horse, and started the journey back to Mundir and the group.

Once they were passing the edge of the forest, Kyrtaar gave the reins back to Aevah, on the plains he wouldn't worry about her walking into any obstacles. He had gathered a few branches to build a fire with when they set up camp over night. "I figure we can set up camp once the sun starts to set, and if we leave at dawn, we should be back at the fort by midday. Or we can ride through the night and arrive at dawn" He said, offering her both options. He turned to look at the blind half elven girl. "Are you alright? You know, with everything. You gave up a lot. All for a man you barely know." Kyrtaar paused, feeling seem deeply embedded bitterness welling up. "One of those children of the earth. They come bawling into the world, crying, screaming their lungs out in terror. Then they parade around like they're some gift. Causing wars, destroying the forests. and just like that. One blink. They're crying, scared that they're leaving. Humans." he finished, rolling his eyes. Although the wars between Humans and everything else with a pulse had went on for millennia, Kyrtaar's centuries of life had seen plenty of it.

Kyrtaar felt the rage simmering down, and took a deep breath. What did it matter to him now, he had all the time in the world to watch the empires of mice and men crumble into ruin.

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Just to update Kyrtaar's appearance and abilities.

Empowered Kyrtaar

Noteworthy Abilities / Limitations:

• Eldritch blast: Kyrtaar can channel his eldritch energies into a powerful ranged projectile, roughly the size of a basketball.


• Eldritch resistance: Kyrtaar can also channel his abilities to fortify his body, or speed up his reflexes.


• Foreboding: Kyrtaar's connection to the stars give him a sort of sense for danger, allowing him to dodge attacks before they happen. It doesn't always work, and is less likely to happen indoors where he cannot see the open sky. This is due to the practice and belief that astrology and divination are connected in some way.


• Elven training: Kyrtaar is trained in the use of two weapons that are iconic to Elves. The Longsword, and the Longbow, although he is no master in either.


• Powered by the stars: Kyrtaar's powers will never go away, unless the pact is broken. However his powers are much easier to channel beneath the open sky, and even more beneath the night sky, and the later the moon is. If he were to remain indoors, or even more extreme, underground for long periods of time (multiple days, not a few hours), his Eldritch abilities will be weaker, and take more effort to manifest.


• Fae Magic: Kyrtaar's pact with the norn has increased his abilties considerably. His Eldritch energies are far more potent now, channeling two primordial sources of magic into one deadly blast of magic.


• Immortality: The norn has gifted Kyrtaar eternal life, as he requested. He is not invincible, per say, but is not likely to die to anything short of decapitation or any other cause of instantaneous death. His body heals with extreme speed now, and he is all but immune to almost any disease or the most virulent poisons and venoms.

[*]Illusion magic: The final portion of the pact has given Kyrtaar the ability to use innate illusion powers. Although not offensively orientated, these powers include levitation, the projection of ghost noises, and the ability to fade into dark, near black and poorly lit conditions, but certainly not actual invisibility.

Appearance: Kyrtaar still remains the robust paragon of his race he has always been. His hair is long and flowing, body well defined by muscles. His eyes still the piercing forest green they've always been. But now his body is covered in tattoos. His feet to his scalp, are flowing green runes describing in an almost dead language the contract he has signed in the blood of his unborn child. His face has visibly aged several decades, giving him the appearance of an older elf than he really is. If this is the norn's cruel punishment, or a side effect of all the raw power he has within his body has not been determined yet. And all the while, the leather book bound in chains sits on his hip.

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Kylmi will be mad? Aw yeah, character development and growth.

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I was personally thinking he has immortality from disease and natural causes, but won't be immune to actually being killed. Age, I figured he'll still age for a bit, or something. I dunno. I doubt this thread will go on into infinity

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When Aevah left, Kyrtaar sat with his back against a tree watching the sprites fluttering about in random patterns. He saw some touch, and some floating on the water. His eyes flicked back and forth, tracking their movements. He wondered what they thought of him, although it made no matter. If they thought of him the way Aevah had thought of the stars before Kyrtaar's revelation of sentience. Maybe they saw him and were afraid, maybe they saw him and were in awe. Maybe they didn't register him at all.

Kyrtaar sat peacefully meditating on what had been and what he had done previously, waiting for Aevah. Even though the sunlight felt too direct, too warm for where they were, Kyrtaar was starting to feel comfortable. He had power, and no fear of the stars boring into his mind. Kyrtaar heard his name. Aevah had made it to the surface without a sound. He stood up, and walked over to her. Dry blood was scabbing on her face from the tears that ran from her eyes. When she blinked Kyrtaar saw her milky white eyes. "Come here." He said. He tore a strip off the bottom of his already tattered cloak, and tore it again to make two pieces.

Kyrtaar took his canteen, and removed the lid, and poured a bit of water on the first strip, and stepped towards Aevah. "Let me help you." He said, reaching forward, and dabbing at her face to get the blood off. "You're a bit bloody." He said. From the skin contact, Aevah would not feel fear, or the sun burrowing in her mind. She would not see a black hole devouring the galaxy, or hear the sounds of asteroids colliding into each other over and over and over and over again, an awful clash of the giants with no rhyme or reason that drove all rhyme or reason from your mind. Aevah would feel warmth. She would feel Kyrtaar's sun warming the skin, the first time he felt power, the first time he felt his gift. Before the stars became malignant tumors in the sky. She would feel Kyrtaar's genuine affection for the Half-Elf girl, someone he considered a friend. A rare shred of positive energy being exuded from Kyrtaar, a shining light in the black of night.

When he was done with helping her clean, he took the second stripe, and helped tie it around her eyes, and then would help Aevah put her necklace back on. If at any time, Aevah wanted him to stop, he would take no offense to the actions, and would cease until asked for help. When Aevah was situated, Kyrtaar spoke. "I think I'm going to speak with the norn." He said, wishing to see her for himself. Kyrtaar removed his sword, placing it against a tree before proceeding into the dark hole to the norn lair. He descended into the dark hole, always keeping a hand on the wall to give him a perception of the depth he was going to.

Kyrtaar was beginning to wonder if he would ever reach the bottom when he abruptly walked into a door. He reached out, and grabbed the handle, and pushed it open. Inside was a young woman, no older than 18. She was performing scrimshaw on a human skull. She looked up at Kyrtaar. "Yes?" she asked. "What can I do for you, Elf?" She finished. Her voice was neither male or female, it was an androgynous mix of genders. Kyrtaar looked at her for a moment, deciding it was best no to dwell on her appearance. "I wish for more power. I wish for Immortality"

The young woman's eye brow raised. "My, such an ambitious wish. Very well. I can grant this wish, but the price will be steep. First, the pact will be made on your flesh, and it will be excruciating. Second, I will take the joy from your life. Third, your firstborn belongs to me. Do we have a deal?" Kyrtaar looked at the woman for a moment. He had pledged his soul to the stars, and was now about to pledge something that wasn't his to give, to rescind on his end of the bargain. A great trickery, an awful cowardly act to escape from his side of the promise. "I accept."

Kyrtaar's flesh began to burn. He dropped to a knee, in an agonizing yell. He bit down hard, and clenched his eyes shut, tears rolling down his cheeks. On his arms, and chest, legs, and abs, marks began to appear. Circles and strange markings seared into his skin, as magical tattoos were branded onto his body. The tattoos were slowly spreading up and down his body to slowly create a mixed patch work of skin and green magical ink. Suddenly the pain stopped, and his hands were shaking as he expected more pain. He looked at his hands and arms to see the network of runes that ran up his body. He looked up at the norn. "Next, you will drink the water from outside, then the deal will be complete. And remember, Kyrtaar. You must bring me your firstborn, or all you have will crumble to ash." She said. Kyrtaar blinked, and he was outside.

He quickly walked over to the pool, and dropped to his knees. He leaned forward, looking at his reflection. The strange runes were on his neck, chin, and ran up his cheeks. He would be willing to bet that his entire body had the contract written in green. He looked down, and saw his book was still on his hip. The deal with the stars still stood. But he had to finish this deal. Kyrtaar cupped his hands, and dipped them in the pool, and brought the cool, refreshing water to his lips, drinking it in.

Kyrtaar would never forget the pain. It was like he had drank molten lead. The water burned his throat, causing him to reach up, clutching it. It scaled his insides, and leaked out his nose. Within seconds the pain was gone, but with it, were his senses of smell, and taste. Additionally, he could not see colors. He saw drab black and whites and shades of grey. Kyrtaar stood up slowly, shaking again, trying to force the experience from his mind. The norn had not meant his literal joy, but had taken from him a way to enjoy food, drink. Kyrtaar didn't know it yet, but every time he would hear music, he would hear instruments out of tune, breaking.

But these were small prices to pay for power, an enticing idea Kyrtaar would always be chasing. He turned to Aevah, and walked towards her. His voice was hoarse from the ordeal. "Are you ready?" He asked. His multicolored aura would likely now be heavily influenced by the fae, likely more vibrant, with the shadows of the cosmos ever clinging to his sides.

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That's fine, I'll have him just go in after she comes out. You won't have to edit

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Neph, you mind if Kyrtaar goes into the norn lair? Figured out some stuff he could ask for and give up. But late I know.

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Kyrtaar followed Aevah, feeling a bit drained emotionally from his outburst. She told her piece about her own powers, and Kyrtaar felt like they were kin. Not exactly close, per say, but that they had been cut from some of the same cloth. He followed her up to the "barrier", but didn't really register it as such. Where Aevah saw an obstacle that would regrow, Kyrtaar saw tinder, that he was willing to burn. But before he could do any such thing, Aevah recited the poetry the dryad had taught them to a magpie, and the vines and thickets and brambles and bushes would part, allowing them through.

And so it went, as they passed through the forest unimpeded. When they entered the glade, Kyrtaar felt a certain level of discomfort over take him. The sunlight felt... unnatural. Warped by the magic of the place. He didn't feel the cosmos bearing down on him, and it made him feel alone. Kyrtaar looked at the water, and felt something pull at him, but he overpowered the urges, and looked back at Aevah, who was handing him her necklace. He held out his hand, and took it from her. "I'll wait here. But if she doesn't cooperate, let me know. And we'll see whose powers are greater, the fae's or the infinite sky above." He said, matter-o-factly.

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And by that I meant "I'll post by the end of the weekend when I stop being a lazy shit"

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I'll post tonight after work