[mortiscustos]

“Hearts rebuilt from hope resurrect dreams killed by hate.”

INDEPENDENT and SEMI-SELECTIVE roleplay blog for Osiris, God of Resurrection an Exorcist belonging to the Mourn Watch of Nevarra; forever casting his observant gaze over those he has chosen to silently protect.

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[luna-mxth]

Norrim let Nedan hold onto her hand, cold and not-quite-solid feeling. (Perhaps he truly wasn't solid... it was something she would be interested to learn more about.) Yes, he was different from Atris, but... felt so familiar.

Her ears shifted thoughtfully as she listened, nodding to show she payed attention. She'd heard of the accident in vague terms. Enough to know it happened, not enough to know all the details.

"So... it is like Mum... without Order," she murmured, trying to wrap her mind around what Osiris said. She had other questions, brought on by the mention of the brothers' relationship, but... those didn't seem quite appropriate to ask. So instead, she asked a different one.

"Would it hurt them to be in such close proximity?"

[mortiscustos]

"I don't imagine so." Truth was, Osiris didn't really know. He hadn't come across this particular situation before, personally, and thus he didn't really know how he could handle it. They simply had to guess, and take one gentle step at a time. "It is possible that Atris will have some few nightmares with him nearby, to begin with - - recalling their parting. But beyond that? I don't believe there will be any issue."

[wakesleft]

unprompted… ❛ "professor." osiris appears as if from the shadows themselves, the sharpness of his white eye cutting through the low lighting with haunting accuracy. "do you have a moment for me to pick your brain-? i've found an old emblem, wondered if you recognised it from a history book or some sort-" he must have personally slept through that period of time. ❜ @mortiscustos

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖚𝖓𝖘𝖕𝖔𝖐𝖊𝖓 𝖛𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖞 𝖊𝖝𝖕𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 was a success. emmrich had been excited to join. owain trusted no one else to measure the interstitial resonance of synkrli bridge. ward was indifferent up till an ambush by uncatalogued anomalies awoke camp. breathing exercises performed ad nauseam couldn't abate his exasperation. mages. curiosity would be the death of them.

emmrich's reaper squinted from a chair constructed to accommodate vashoth stature. vashoth watchers were uncommon yet not unheard of. ward bounced a crumpled ball of parchment off the back of their head. "give the books a rest, v," he rumbled, "we've been home an hour. you don't need to look it up right this bleeding second. relax."

"an hour later than we ought have been," said the necromancer, cutting their old friend a peevish look, "i told you my arm wasn't broken. one would—we've a visitor! hail the dead, watcher osiris."

ward's bejewelled horns telegraphed his movement. he twisted in his seat. "you're osiris?"

"ward!"

"what! hail the dead, so on and so forth. happy? back to our mate here—" silver eyes sparkled in interest — "vorgoth mentioned you. you scare the piss out of the novices."

emmrich grimaced. "you needn't indulge him, osiris. please, come in."

[mortiscustos]

Eyes of piercing white and opposing, intensive void switch betwixt professor and watcher with ease; no judgement or scrutiny comes, only idle observation both on the plane they now reside and beyond. Silence clings to his tall frame for but the passing of a moment, half-conversation consumed but not commented upon; perhaps he had arrived at an inopportune time.

"...only the novices-?" In truth, Osiris wasn't on any easily reachable level of the Necropolis most of the time; he only lurked 'pon levels more easily populated by the living when he had need to. Company was... difficult for him to keep; not for lack of want, but for lack of practice. And habits as old as his? They died hard.

The metal seal within his hand grasped by black fingernails, mayhap no larger than his palm, is offered toward Ward first - he was closer and Osiris sought any recognition.

"'T is unrecognised by me. I wondered if the younger populace may recognise it from a book or such-" He hadn't the patience to drawl through endless tomes himself; "We are but a hive mind... and some retain studied texts better than others." He was too old to recall it all - and this particular element of time appeared to be one he had skipped, one way or another. He sought to fill that blackout in his memory.

[luna-mxth]

"Nedan," Norrim murmured, her head tilting as a soft, sad smile played at her lips. She understood its meaning, and it felt... appropriate somehow for this fragment. (Perhaps he would one day outgrow that name... she hoped he would.) Her hand remained gently clasped around his, the other going to rest on top. "It's good to finally meet you. Officially, at least."

When Osiris spoke, she looked back to him, shifting to invite him in to the conversation.

"If they can't be reunited, then... maybe they can both heal. Learn to be separate. Be their own people?" She paused, looking between them. She couldn't tell exactly what Nedan could sense. "I have so many questions. It... feels like a legend come to life." Dirthamen and Falon'din. The aspects of Mythal. But those were spirits, then elves, considered gods... how did this happen to a person? "How did you find him? How did they separate?"

[mortiscustos]

Nedan appeared quite content in simply holding on to Norrim's hands, standing there in the very depths of the fade while Osiris watched on, having only took a step or two forwards.

"When Atris was killed in the accident when much younger, his soul detached from his body. The Watchers, however, made efforts to resuscitate him and did so successfully. However, in forcing the soul back into his body, it tore, leaving part of it behind. That part stands before you, now-" Osiris took pause, eyed company quietly, pondered in his usual silence. "I knew Atris was my half-brother the moment he walked into the Necropolis... kept an eye on him as he grew up. When it happened, I noticed the discrepancy right away and traced him to the fade... where I found the missing part."

[luna-mxth]

The fragment was cold... cold and frail. And yet, Norrim wouldn't pull away as the fragment gripped her hand, held on to show... something. (Intent? Understanding, perhaps.) She looked back to Osiris with an uncertain look. After all, he knew the fragment best, perhaps better than the living Atris. But she wanted to help this fragment, truly, even if he and Atris could never be reunited.

Her touch was gentle, thumb brushing over the back of the fragment's hand.

"What can I call you?" she asked gently. He seemed distressed when she offered her aid, and she gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

Go to the safe... odd phrasing, but... accurate, she supposed. If he was referring to the Lighthouse.

"We're going to end the corruption. We'll make it safe." She paused, looking back to Osiris. "You could come to the Lighthouse. You would be safe there. There would be other spirits, and mortals who care for you."

[mortiscustos]

"...name..." The fragment murmured, as if trying to search memories that were not entirely his own for an answer. He couldn't quite grasp at them since the connection between himself and Atris was small and fragile; "...Nedan." The name finally given was, in fact, Atris' birth name, the one his mother had called him - the one he had left behind after his death. It was apt, in a way, that he leave that name behind and for the fragment of himself to accept it as his own - since it had been the time that the two had been fractured apart.

Osiris watched on quietly, and only after a moment did he choose to step closer; "I can bring him to the Lighthouse." He offered, eyeing the fragment and how at ease he appeared to be. Moving him, at least, would keep him safe and it was possible that interactions with those at the Lighthouse would help him grow, somewhat.

[kaisources]

⋆°.⋆༺ ⚔ : I MOVE THE STARS FOR NO ONE . . . a collection of fantasy roleplay sentence starters from NUMEROUS FILMS, genre: fantasy, adventure, family, romance.

I am the lord of darkness. I require the solace of the shadows and the dark of the night.

Tonight, the sun sets forever.

Are you not the most loathsome of my goblins?

Is your heart black and full of hate?

Since I must remain in darkness, you shall be my eyes and ears.

Something troubles me.

I feel a presence in the forest, a force I had mercifully almost forgotten.

Look upon these frail creatures, one would not think that they could contain such power.

You must find them for me and destroy them!

Bring the horns to me. You will be well rewarded.

There is only one lure for such disgusting goodness, one bait that never fails.

When I look in my true love's eyes, young as any spring.

A royal visit's always a pleasure.

The willful heart invites despair like blind men creeping in a dragon's lair.

Don't you know I love coming here?

This place holds more magic for me than any palace in the world.

Magic is a wonderful thing. You'll find your own magic one day.

You scared the life out of me!

Look inside. See what you can find.

There's something really special that I've been promising to show you.

Don't you trust me?

Nothing is more magical. As long as they roam the earth, evil can never harm the pure of heart.

You'll spook the beast and spoil the trap!

I feel magic, stirring within me.

What you did is forbidden.

You risk your immortal soul talking like that.

I only wanted to touch one. Where's the harm in that?

Let me sing to you. I'll chase your fears away.

Are you afraid to kiss me, [name]?

I'm afraid you'll break my heart.

You're dear to me as life itself.

It's my right to set a challenge for my suitors.

I will marry whoever finds this ring.

I smell human flesh!

What are you, some kind of animal?

You act like you do all. It was me who shoot the poisoned stinger.

If life is a dream, better you dread the waking.

Does your blood run so cold, [name]?

How'd you know my name?

Why is it like this? Why is there winter now?

I'd be a powerful wizard, indeed, could I answer.

You know these woods as well as any elf.

Did you not see something odd today?

Any strange spirits?

A mortal laid hands on a Unicorn?

Do you think you can upset the order of the universe and not pay the price?

What I did is done, but I did it for love.

Answer me this riddle, and all will be forgiven.

What is a bell that does not ring yet its knell makes the angels sing?

A riddle without an answer's like an empty cup when you're thirsty for wine.

Don't you care what's happened?

What good's a world locked in a season of death?

I sadly fear the worst.

The dark is where I'll stay. I am cursed.

Is there naught we can do?

I must find a champion, bold of heart and pure in spirit.

Don't give up so quick!

I know nothing of weapons.

Stay here with the Unicorn and guard her well.

Magic horn is mine, mine, mine.

All creatures will love the night and worship goblins as divine.

You shouldn't talk like that.

Not even darkness lasts forever.

Nobody knows but you. It's our secret, [name].

I could be anything you want me to be, even your heart's desire.

The fairies' love makes anything possible.

It seems a pity to waste such power.

Better watch out, old pal, or I'll turn you into little pork chops.

Wouldn't that be magic?

Hear me, you angel of darkness! Your reign is over!

Have you no sense of humor?

Did you think this a mere plaything?

My empire is eternal, before I ruled only the night.

My minions will frolic in darkness until the end of time.

The Unicorns are dead, is this not true?

Stallion is dead. Dead as dreams.

If even one Unicorn walks the earth, my power is not complete.

Let's see, what have we here?

You're the cause of all my sorrow.

It's not safe to stay here. You'll have to hurry! Leave now! Go!

You just can't beat me! You can't…

What in blazes are you talking about?

That's one spot an arrow will do no harm.

I follow their tracks in the snow.

When evil anarchy ruled the land, the wicked came here to sacrifice.

You don't really mean to eat me, do you?

All the heavenly angels must envy your beauty.

What a fine meal you'll make, be the rest of you as sweet as your tongue.

Your alchemy makes crusted steel shine like silver.

Our lives are lost if it blows.

I'm not as old as I used to be.

We gotta get out of here! It's the stench of hell itself!

You'll be fricasseed fairies if you don't keep quiet.

Who I am won't help me nor you, neither, even though we are all together.

Let's just say I went looking for adventure and found more than I could handle.

I knew it. I knew it. I should have stayed at home.

Spring the lock with your magic/

Iron is trouble for elves.

I don't think I can handle it! Help me!

It's more important that you find the Unicorn.

Our secret will keep forever in this grave if you don't help us.

You willful sprite. How dare you keep such secrets?

You call that a kiss? Am I not sweet?

This is just more fairy glamour.

Human hearts don't work that way.

What care I for human hearts?

A fairy's heart beats fierce and free!

Your fine sensibilities have left us here to rot!

You look like mourners at your own funeral.

I could vex you! Dance your life away!

We must find the dungeons.

I think I'll stay right here, thank you very much.

There's only one thing I want to know. You know what?

I hold the world in my grasp, and yet you distracts me.

You remembers the world as it was.

D- D-D-Did you hear that?

Can you speak so of your bridal gown?

Was it not your sin trapped the Unicorn?

The evil seed of what you have done germinates within you.

You lie. You disgust me. You're nothing but an animal.

You've got to help us, the last Unicorn dies tonight!

As her blood ebbs, the sun sets forever. There shall never be another dawn.

I require the solace of the shadows and the dark of the night.

Sunshine is my destroyer!

As long as the sun still shines, we can destroy him.

Let me dazzle you with my wisdom.

I found the mare, and it's alive in the dungeon.

We must gather every shining object we can find!

We're going to bring light to darkness.

What's the matter? Ain't I small enough for the job?

No job is too small for me.

You've stolen my dreams away.

Dreams are my specialty. Through dreams, I influence mankind.

I offer you this rose, my heart, my soul, my love.

I hear a throat begging to be cut.

Are you so… anxious… to see blood flow?

As you are to drink it. Grant your bride one wish on this night.

I will stay here with you as you wish. But on one condition.

I want to kill the Unicorn.

In the beginning, there was nothing. A void of darkness, a cold eternity of silence.

[Name], your greatest challenge is still to come.

When the perfect void was corrupted by light, a great wailing was heard, and all the brethren fled in terror.

Judge me with your heart, not your eyes.

I offer this sacrifice, in honor of you, sanctified with blood and with fire!

Let light be forever extinguished. Let the age of darkness begin!

Let my offering be made of flesh and blood.

I trust you, I'll always trust you.

Run! You're free!

It's always a pleasure to take a brave man's life.

You think you have won!?

What is light… without dark?

What are you without me? I am a part of you all. You can never defeat me.

It's my right to set a challenge for my suitors.

I have a promise to keep. Now fulfill your promise.

I had such a terrible nightmare.

[Name], was it all a dream?

[luna-mxth]

Norrim swallowed at the explanation, nodding. She couldn't take her eyes off the fragment. (Absently, she wondered if her mother's fragment was similar... a vision of her who'd grown apart from the person she used to be.) She could understand what he was saying, and... even if she pitied the figure before her, she couldn't risk him (or Atris) further harm.

"I don't want to try anything that could be dangerous to either of them."

The closer she got, the more... spirit-like the fragment felt. It was different from what she expected. It stirred something protective in her, to see the fragment up close. But... Osiris protected him, and that had to be good enough for her. When the fragment spoke, her ears shifted, and she reached out to slowly, gently take his hand.

"I'm Norrim," she said softly, as if too loud a noise would scare the fragment. "Atris and I are... close. I wanted to meet you and see if I could help you."

[mortiscustos]

Osiris made a conscious decision to keep himself back, letting Norrim survey the situation with her own eyes and her own feelings - it was important that their first meeting go undisturbed, all things considered.

The part of Atris, entirely blind, relief on the touch from Norrim's hands to know she was there, to get a feel of how her heart beat, of where in her body she held tension or unease. He could tell, just from that touch alone.

"...Help." He repeated, as if the very word was entirely foreign; he did, however, keep a light grip on Norrim's hands, evidently sentient enough to hold a conversation, to understand. "...No help. So much... violence. So much... corruption." He spoke of the fade, of Elgar'nan and Ghilen'nain's influence. How he could feel it - how he didn't feel safe. "...Not safe. Not here." He squeezes Norrim's hands. "Go... to the safe."

[quantumstargazer]

"Oh!" Ward looks up at him in startled embarrassment, blushing to the tips of their ears. "My apologies. I should have said..." No doubt Myrna will chide them for failing to do so, much as she often does about their posture. That thought alone has them straightening their back, even as they fidget anxiously by playing their fingers over the ritualistic skeletal scarring on the backs of their hands.

Hurrying after the much taller elf, they offer, "I am Ward Ingellvar — Vorgoth's ward." They know their reputation as such often precedes them, as do the rumours of how few ever actually managed to catch a proper glimpse of the foundling discovered deep within the lower levels where even few living senior Watchers venture — an infant mere days old seemingly abandoned in an ancient crypt, taken in by Vorgoth and raised as their own. It was little wonder they had come to be called a 'Ghost', given the circumstances.

Their willingness to venture into areas of the Necropolis that even those with years more experience than themself are wary of being one of the very reasons they were chosen for this very task of acting as a messenger for the Watchers above. "I am one of the Watch's Death Callers, though my patrols have yet to lead me this far into the depths of the Necropolis before — mostly as the others in my team dare not venture this far."

Their curiosity is undeniable as their pale gaze rarely stays focused on one thing for long, looking around even as they follow fast on his heels themself, one moment seeming focused on their surroundings, the next on the jackal they walk alongside and then the other elf they follow in turn. If the way their fidgeting increases is any indication, they are struggling to hold back their curiosity, their desire to know and learn near palpable as it causes them to grow increasingly restless despite their otherwise quiet and reserved demeanor.

"I am to be at your service," they note, pale eyes focusing on him once more. "Myrna and Vorgoth have already authorized my leave from my standard duties, should you require any assistance."

[mortiscustos]

Vorgoth's ward. A brief understanding housed itself within the sheen to Osiris' black eye, his gaze taking in the poise of company ere it averts. 'T is unclear just how much he recognises or how much he knows, but it is enough to sate his curiosity for the time being. He has a name to use, and 't is all Osiris cares for, for the moment.

The pressing issues above devour his attention, now - a sense of dread beginning to burrow itself deep within the void confines of his stomach. If a choice had been presented, he would have preferred to sink back into the shadows and disappear from the potential conflict; but this was far more, something he could not turn himself away from. It was personal, in a great many ways, and he would be damned if he didn't do something to ensure the safety of Nevarra.

It was his home, he wouldn't let them destroy it.

"... Your colleagues are wise." Osiris briefly eyes the jackal in his company, keeping note of how it paces just shy of their ankles, it's eyes trained 'pon Ward. "Most of which lingers in the shadow at this depth choose it for a reason - - disturbing their peace can lead to dire consequence." 'T was the peace down there, among the thick fog of the past and half-present memories permeating the aged stone that Osiris liked to linger within. Undisturbed, appearing only when necessary. He supposed that peace would now be absent for a time.

The very fact that Myrna and Vorgoth had sent this Death Caller to be his aid was a testament to their trust in them; Osiris was a difficult person to be around at the very best of times, often shrouded in mystery and cryptic sentences - but he was also a vast font of knowledge and understanding going beyond what most would assume. On the outside, he was an Exorcist. But the truth went far deeper.

"How much you are able to assist me depends entirely on how resilient you are. I assume you are, otherwise I've doubts Vorgoth would have pointed you in my direction. But let this be a warning- I cannot entirely shield you from what you may see, learn or hear in working alongside me."

[mortiscustos]

Sometimes he misses the silence that comes with such profound peace that it withers ones bones to dust and leaves ones spirit free to the void.

He's tired, in such a profound way that he cannot explain nor define it.

[luna-mxth]

"He's remained in this place the entire time?" Norrim asked softly. "And you've looked after him... like you have Atris."

Of course she wondered 'why,' she wondered 'why' about nearly everything. But it was difficult to pull information out of Osiris at the best of times... and in the middle of the raw fade was certainly not the best of times. Her brows furrowed at the description, wondering how much exactly and how conscious this fragment was.

"There really is no way to reunite them?" she asked softly. "Even if it could help Atris feel more himself?" All too often, she'd seen the pain in his eyes, seen how he felt something was missing. No matter how she expressed that he was perfect as he was, if she could help...

They finally reached the fragment, her thought trailing off as her gaze fell upon him. (It?) Her heart broke: a vision of the person she loved, frail and disfigured. She approached slowly, speaking softly as if she might startle this piece of a soul.

"Hello? Can you hear me?"

[mortiscustos]

Osiris had, over months and years spoken to the fragment of Atris trapped in the fade - had learned about him, had aided in guiding as much as he had been able to.

"The only way would be to hollow out the fragment, strip it of any experience or learning. Even then, it may shatter upon being placed back - and it would be rather like attempting to fill a hole with chalk. It would fill the hole, but it wouldn't be the same." He only I hoped his rather poor explanation was easily understood because he didn't like the idea of trying again.

The fade fragment turned slowly, blind and unable to see her approach but evidently no less aware of his surroundings. He touches his ears, as if checking to see if he was truly hearing before making a tentative approach of his own:

"...I know... Your voice." He whispers, the strain upon his voice evident. Osiris just watches on, a calming presence to their surroundings. A watchdog.

[quantumstargazer]

Ward has never ventured this far into the depths of the Necropolis before, even in their more reckless explorations of their childhood and apprenticeship. Yet even then, the Necropolis is home, and while they may be cautious, there's no true fear in the young elven necromancer, even if the other's rather dramatic appearance from the shadows causes them to briefly startle before they regain their quiet, thoughtful composure.

"My apologies for disturbing you," they offer with a respectful bow. "Myrna felt it imperative that you be made aware of the current… situation above."

Straightening once more, Ward looks up at him with deathly pale eyes of silvery-white, their own curiosity near palpable even as they uphold their current purpose for intruding — their duty to the Watch keeping their insatiable curiosity mostly in check and focused on the task at hand.

"We have now learned the source of the recent unrest amongst the spirits, and the ripples throughout the Fade. Our… guests report that Fen'Harel had sought to tear down the Veil, and when his ritual was interrupted, two of the Evanuris — Elgar'nan and Ghilan'nain — were released from Fen'Harel's prison. A new Blight has begun…"

[mortiscustos]

Eyes, one of stark white and one of void black stare toward newfound company, the disturbance one he knew would not have occurred unless something dire required his attention; but 't was a scale that slipped and slide in both directions. It was not clear to Osiris how bad the relayed information was until it hit his ears and then his stomach twisted into a knot upon processing it. Most days, his attention was only grasped when a watcher was lost to possession, when a spirit needed to be found within the fade to sever the hold - but this was far worse, indeed. He remembered Elgar'nan and Ghilan'nain - he remembered standing against them, he remembered Ghilan'nain corrupting his brother to end his life... They deserved the fate they received, in the end - - and learning they were now pacing the lands of the living once more... well, it set Osiris on edge.

His jaw set, expression not changing for a long moment - blank, thinking. Precious few in the watch, besides the Lich lords, knew of Osiris' true nature and it was something best kept that way - but if he was needed more on the upper levels now, than hidden in the dark... then that was what he would do. Mayhap he could find a way to be a deterrent, protect his own, as it were. He had hid there for centuries, content - - he wasn't about to lose it all now.

Osiris turns his gaze fully to company sent to inform him of the unfortunate circumstances upon on the surface and after a moment longer does he give a slow nod;

"...Then it is best that I return upward." He murmurs, evidently half-caught in his own thoughts and memories. It would seem that the Blight itself would be the least of their problems.

"Your name-?" He thus asks as he begins to walk, one of the large jackal dogs oft seen with him soon padding at his heels, following.

[mortiscustos]

@luna-mxth ASKED; sternum.what makes their heart pound hardest ?, ribcage.who/what are they trying to protect ? , radius.who/what do they reach for first in a crisis ? , carpals.what small habits do they have? MEME; (     *     BARE BONES. a selection of headcanon questions inspired by key bones in the human body.

STERNUM: what makes their heart pound hardest ?

Rooms full of people. Osiris doesn't do overwhelming gatherings - they give him anxiety and he would rather find a quiet, secluded area and talk to few people over many.

RIBCAGE; who/what are they trying to protect ?

The Watch, as a whole. He had integrated himself very early on during the creation of the Watch and he has watched over, taught and protected them in his own way ever since.

RADIUS; who/what do they reach for first in a crisis ?

Osiris isn't one to reach for people for the most part, but he will quietly insert himself into any council meeting within the Watch that would hold information. He seeks information when in a crisis, so that he can act accordingly.

CARPALS; what small habits do they have?

He has the habit of sinking into shadows so deeply that one cannot see him - eyes closed, just merging with his surroundings. It has had more than one occasion appear where he has startled people. Not on purpose.

[samahla]

"It's never too late to begin," she smiled at Osiris, her arms spread in welcome. She was only starting to get used to Arlathan forest herself - but unlike Osiris, she was well acquainted with forests.... for the last dozens of years, at least.

She had no idea if he had been used to forests at any point in time... in his very long time.

"My apologies, Arlathan might be a little different than you probably remember." Her small smirk was undeniable, the irony a silly joke to break some ice. "I grief for so much that was lost here, but the Veil Jumpers have been recovering a great many things in these lands. History to remember and value, and some magic artifacts that may be of use."

"Well. The Veil Jumpers have been assisting the Veilguard with whatever they can find that might be helpful at all. There is a spot deep in ruins that oozes magic from within, something powerful is definitely in there... But it is locked by some form of... maze, puzzle, science with magic - there are many writings at the place, but they feel entirely technical and there was only so much that us dalish have been able to recover of the ancient elvhen language and--"

She looked sheepish to even request that. "... I was hoping you could help translate?"

[mortiscustos]

Osiris allowed his mismatched eyes to scan their surroundings - taking in the sight of towering trees, of jutting remnants, of stone and river and plant alike. He could hear birds, could see a frightened doe dart through the undergrowth. If all was not so dire with his brethren aiming to blight and twist the world, it would be quite a peaceful place to sit and reflect.

Varavin - Osiris' tall, jackal-like canine companion paced ahead; jet black fur making him appear more akin to a shadow among the greenery; surveying as much as he was, albeit silently.

He nods, first- translating things drawn and written from a time so long ago ought to be easy; 't was the first language they had constructed, likely - and that was written in the very matter of his bones.

"...I'm sure I can translate." Osiris confirms vocally, his booted feet beginning to pace once more, slipping down a short decline with practiced grace.

"I died not far from here." He offers the snippet of history as if it is but the most natural way to continue a conversation - the tracing of his eyes taking note of the direction they walked. "I don't think I was buried, however..." Which was expected, given how everything was at the time. Alas - he had made peace with that a long time ago, now.

"Which way-?"

[mortiscustos]

@quantumstargazer ASKED; mandible / jawbone. what are they incapable of saying out loud ? MEME; (     *     BARE BONES. a selection of headcanon questions inspired by key bones in the human body.

A difficult one, because Osiris is a man of few words as it is - but he would be exceptionally difficult to draw any information out of regarding himself, regardless on what level. Personal facts... it always felt as if they got caught in his throat.

[mortiscustos]

@quantumstargazer ASKED; sternum. what makes their heart pound hardest ? MEME; (     *     BARE BONES. a selection of headcanon questions inspired by key bones in the human body.

Difficult social situations - absolutely. Osiris can only focus on conversation between one person, two at most - - - - any more than that and he gets stressed and overwhelmed. Parties and larger gatherings are an absolute no-go, for him.

[mortiscustos]

@quantumstargazer ASKED; pelvis. what future or legacy are they afraid/excited to be responsible for ? MEME; (     *     BARE BONES. a selection of headcanon questions inspired by key bones in the human body.

In part, the watch. Every century did it evolve, and he was always there - as he had been from the beginning - to guide it gently, to offer knowledge where appropriate. Osiris doesn't know what will come of it, what it will lead to - - but there is a sense of pride there.

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@luna-mxth asked: [  soft  voice  ]  sender  speaks  more  gently  than  usual,  like  anything  louder  might  hurt— from Norrim!

Osiris had an abysmal headache, and the constant chatter from Ori had only gnawed further at it over the few hours she had sought to keep him company, largely against his will. When she finally decided to go and bother Atris, instead, Osiris had thought himself free of company - - but Norrim arrived in her place.

"Though I much prefer your quietude--- why are you here-?"