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more stream shenanigans... Niloein with a NEVER BEFORE SEEN smile

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Pushing your ex-master off a ship and into the sea #justlittleniloeinthings

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Niloein, the Hateful Warrior, his life was tarnished by Dyranygal, and the disdain which bloomed proved deadly. He knows little more than his purpose is to exact revenge upon the Slavemaster, and although their last battle ended in his defeat, hatred such as his endures beyond the ice. He is governed by Wrath of the Past, fueled by self-disgust and anger at what was taken from him.

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Funnily enough I picture as Nilo being a sort of friendly faced boy before all that shit happened to him. A nice guy who would help you with your garden for a bit of pay or food. Shame what happened to him, really. 8D

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                 Dyranygal stared at the apparition in front of him. It was too solid to be an apparition, dripping plum from the servants it had torn apart on its way there. The specter was slim; dark scaled and dark eyed and slowly walked towards him. He was so familiar, Dyr stood up from his seat, trying to remember his name.

                “Keijozegal?” He asked.

                The apparition paused, blinking once in disbelief and offense, before lunging at Dyranygal with a roar. Dyranygal found a cold hand clutched around his face, smashing him into a wall and tearing through his scalp before he managed to push the attacker away. He got up to his feet only for something hard to hit his side, flinging his body like a doll across the large room and flopping onto a table which cracked beneath his back, sharp splinters the size of fingers stabbing into his back.

                Dyranygal pulled himself back up, his left eye refusing to open as cold sludge ran down his face and back. Everything… felt… not right. He reached up and wiped the sludge off, looking down at his hand. It was covered in near black paste, it took Dyranygal far too long to realize it was his own blood. He wheezed, a cold rope drawing through his ribs and spine.

                For the first time in so long, Dyranygal remembered what pain was… and terror.

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Alanal sat against the other side of the cave as his 'guest' wheezed painfully in a corner. His gaping maw had realigned into a mouth, but the words he spoke were unfamiliar to Alanal. Old, very old. Amateur linguist he was (among many other things), Alanal honestly had no idea what the words were saying, but he knew what they meant. Confusion, fury, hatred. His 'guest' would focus his coal black eyes on him for a moment, before dragging himself off to another terrified cultist to feed.

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VEH IM SO SORRY BUT I REQUIRE THIS TO BE ARCHIVED ON THE BLOG.

ALSO "IEDY" WAS THE NAME OF DYR'S BEST FRIEND FROM CHILDHOOD I DONT KNOW IF YOU REMEMBERED THAT OR JUST WHIPPED UP A SCARILY RELEVANT NAME

 haveyouseenmydearbrother submitted:

               The body, called ‘The Ice Warrior’ in media outlets but currently labeled as Specimen 33218 in the lab, was laid out on top of the table. It had been discovered within the past month, uncovered in a peat bog which once had a glacial river that passed near it. The body had been moved to a museum, and put in its cold storage room where

                Its skin was a stark white, thin and leathery. Much of its long hair had detached when the body was moved, leaving it with a curly mass that framed its neck. “I think the specimen is male, look at its tail,” spoke Vie, using a very careful finger to point out a few desperate strands which clung to the top of its tail.

                “Hmm, I think so too but I still want to do a few more tests, it could have been abnormal,” replied Iedy, “like Specimen 23222 was.”

                The mouth had at some point been shoved open, a great yawning chasm where the dried tongue still remained. All of its teeth were still, amazingly, in place, yellow tinged but still sharp. “It seems like we either have royalty or a very well off soldier,” Vie suggested.

                “Oh good, so we can get arrested for defiling a royal’s corpse after this!” Iedy frowned. He very carefully pushed the mummy onto its side. “Oh gods… owch.”

                “What?” Vie walked around the table and covered her mouth. The mummy’s back was covered in huge broken wounds that had long since sealed up.

                “I’m thinking our guy here got on the wrong side of the ground. Maybe broke his back. Tossed into the bog afterwards as a funerary rite?” Iedy suggested while gently laying the body onto its back again. He peered at its yawning face, giving the corpse a sympathetic frown. “I feel sorry for you, buddy.” Iedy reached over to gently adjust the body and jumped a little when its eyelids opened. “Fuck!”

                “Calm down, its eyes just opened that’s all. It happens once in awhile because of the oxygen difference,” Vie explained with a chuckle. “Just close its eyes if it freaks you out. But do it carefully okay?”

                 “Yes mom,” Iedy snorted, gently pushing the leathery eyelids back down over its black marble eyes. “Do you think we could go get food?”

                “Hmm, I don’t see why not,” Vie said. “We can take a break for an hour and come back. We don’t need to turn in any findings until tomorrow.”

                Iedy smiled, rubbing his grumbly stomach. “Yesss,” he went over to the storage room’s door and pushed it open, holding it open for Vie to walk out. He peered back at the body, with its bone white flesh and dark hair and twisted frozen position. “Man, I feel really bad about this guy though. His death probably wasn’t fun.”

                “Well he’s dead, he can’t really complain about it can he?”

                Iedy watched the door close slowly, hiding the figure behind its bulky frame. For a second, the young man thought he saw a plume of cold breath float above the mummy’s mouth. He dismissed it with a shrug, turning around to follow Vie.