Nabi
Nabi
Meeting Nabi you wouldn't guess how often she left places and people she cared about behind. She comes across calm and friendly and is always happy to compromise to keep morale up and others safe. She is also always happy jump in head first in case of unavoidable danger.
Physical Description
Allgemeiner Physischer Zustand
Nabi is of average height and posture and has lean muscles on arms and legs.
Gesichtsmerkmale
Nabi casts a serene gaze through her lilac eyes.
Individuelle Charakteristiken
She wears her grey-ish hair in a ponytail, her skin is leathery and greenish-brown.
Kleidung & Schmuck
She wears a linen-tunic and brown linen pants and an anklet, which is embroidered with a tear-shaped gem. She is always barefoot and in case of rain she casts a light olive hooded cape around herself.
Mental characteristics
Persönliche Geschichte
Over the decades Nabi travelled through every landscape imaginable - from the depths of the deepest mountain to the salty breeze of the see she's been on a lot of places and has seen a lot of incredible and unspeakable things.
At first everything was really hard for Nabi. Getting up before the sun rose in the morning, mopping the floors in silence, training until every muscle in her body screamed for a steaming bath that never came. Instead there was the cold river, where she washed herself and the clothes she wore every morning. Meditating had felt endless at that time and made her skiddish and nervous. It took some time until her daily practice at the monastery felt like a ritual, until it felt like home, until she was looking forward to all of it: Scrubbing the big kettle, tending to the garden, stretching her limbs after working out. That was when she left her old life behind and it felt like she could finally breathe. The picture of the husband she left behind came to her mind, but instead of the sorrow that usually came with it she felt compassion – for him and the whole universe. It set her free. That was when she sat down and dipped a feather into the ink jar. Today she would write a letter to him and set him
free.
It was a clear summer morning, the birds were not quite awake yet and the dew was sitting in heavy drops on thin petals of grass and broad leaves of frizzy lady’s mantle. In the quiet of the morning Nabi was gazing out into the green, brushing her fingertips across the leaves. The lady’s mantle was no longer mocking her for the emptiness of her womb. She finally seemed to be at peace with her body, the infertility of it and the life she chose for herself after the miscarriage she had. The earth had become her child, the wind had become her lover and freedom had become the only thing she craved. Soon she would leave this place, the monastery in the mountains, that had been her home for over five years now. She felt it. The restlessness she felt then, lying awake beside her husband, weeks before she left the house without turning back or leaving a note. This time, she thinks, nobody would be surprised to find her bed empty. And a small smile passes her lips.
A week had passed since she had made up her mind. She had felt it in her bones. She needed to go. She just hadn’t decided when. She had not told anybody. She kept herself busy with the preparations for the upcoming children’s festival in the monastery, but her mind slid away like the water between her fingers while preparing a special draft. Now when she woke in the still of the night she felt something tug at her from deep inside. It felt like being homesick for freedom. She was filled with a deep longing to go far away and a need to move. Now. In this moment. She felt like she should be surprised but somehow she wasn’t. She slided off her mattress and when she reached for the pants and tunic folded neatly beside her something made her stop mid-movement. On her neatly folded clothes she found the anklet her mother gave her on her wedding day. When she joined the monastery she had to give everything she owned away. Therefore it had been years since she saw the family heirloom with the tearshaped jewels on the side and the familiar swirls warmed her heart. It felt like getting married again and this time not being given away by her birthmother, but by her spiritual mother at the monastery where she had lived for such a long time it became home. Zesha must had kept it all these years and now laid it out for her because she must have also felt that Nabi was going to leave. Somehow this was as wondrous as it was natural. And with the comfort of her mothers Nabi got dressed and walked out the room, the monastery and the village. There she went to get married with life itself.
Gender Identity
Female
Personality Characteristics
Hygiene
Nothing cleares your mind like a cold bath in the nearest river.
Nabi has been on the road for a while now. She remembers life bevore she left what she had once called home like a distant memory, a childs dream. There is one thing she knows better than her own shadow: Her restlessness.
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Gesinnung
Neutral Good
Age
40
Children
Gender
Female
Augen
Lilac
Haare
Grey
Hautfarbe
Brown
Größe
1,7 feet
Gewicht
155 lb
Everyone's pissed
In the midst of the forest - that suspiciously looks like, well, a forest - I tell everyone what happened and how I meddled with the history of this place Mitch and I came to half a week ago. The place where I met new comrades and adventures as well as curious, marvellous inventions. My head feels like it's filled with a giant cotton ball. I can hear my own thoughts crack through a thick fog inside my head as I try to understand what happened. With each word I speak to the others I begin to understand what I have done. I just acted on instinct when I exchanged my powers for the powers of the magical stone and found myself amidst flowing strands of history.
If I could go back I would certainly do it again. I am desparate to shield my comrades from the burden of battling such strong magic neither of us understands.
... neither one of ... I feel for the stone and waves of energy run though my veins. It humms with the beating of my heart. I feel like I understand something that I can't press into the shapes of a word. Not yet. I don't know if I ever will be able to.
I press my palms gently to the sides of my head into my temples, trying to clear my head. I have a strong yearning for the familiarity of a tavern with it's idle chatter and soft music in the background and my mind being set free by the effects of a few pints of strong ale. And I want to know if the people in the city are okay, I'm curious what my changing their fate had done to them. After a little discussion we went in direction of Iverbent, but gathered some herbs in the forest for Oxton. He was so sad when he lost his familiar, the Almiraj called Teddy. The least I could do was to help him get the supplies we needed to conjure him a new pet. I'm not that good at knowing this lands herbs so I didn't find any but Shandra was lucky and found a few.
We set up camp near the river Ivar for the night and Oxton cooked up a very satisfying one pot meal. I went to sleep and promised to take the second watch at night. When I was tending to the slowly crackling fire I heard voices somewhere deep in the wood. The curiosity took over and I woke Serendipity so she would take over for me and left in the direction of the voices I've heard. In a clearing I witnessed two figures arguing with each other. One of them looked like a Goblin with strangely long arms and legs. She was moving gracefully, her long hair gleaming in the moonlight. The other one seemed to be very deep inside a huge armor and was kneeling. After a few minutes I stepped into the clearing and cleared my throat. I felt like I wanted to help the couple. They obviously were lovers who had a fight about something that was lost. Maybe we could find it together.
I then learned that the Goblin named Khionk and the Armor named Sable where supposed to get married when Sable enlisted and was stripped of his body at the army. I took them to my comrades and woke everyone up to see if someone had any idea about how we could help the lovers. Khionk and Sable told us, that the city was besieged by the southern army led by the Lich Godard. The land did not have a king since the last king - Leofrick - was thrown out of the window. People in the north didn't even know there were people in the south until Godard came with an army. They are holding camp in the north-east of the city with a huge army, catapults and ballistas.
Shandra and Oxton obviously made me resposible for all of this. They were really pissed at me. Serendipity was pissed that she did not get to have a nice bubble bath and I was pissed that my beer obviously would never ferment because in this strand of history it just didn't exist. And I spent all of the Oublihmade I bought from Venharice to make it. What a pity. When I thought of my beer another thing dawned on me: It would probably take I while until we would find a tavern and I got a nice ale. My head was clearing up already, thoughts and memories breaking in like unwelcomed guests.
The next day we decided to continue our journey to the ruins of Dumnen, because the chance to get into the city safely was barely existing. This time when we made camp Oxton made steak and I asked Cid to make me a Göffel that was also able to slice meat. I acompanied him when he went looking for wood and began to carve something and fuse it with a scissor blade. He made a hole that would hold the empty ikosahedron I was carrying around and presented me with a huge Schnöffel that was not practical for eating at all. So I had to make do with my teeth. Maybe the Schnöffel will have it's moment of glory in the future. For now it was dangling savely from my neck.
As I chewed on my steak for a moment I felt my eyes water up at the thought of a glass of fresh beer.
Godard is not my king
I was still curious about what goes on in this moist abandoned dungeon. After our last fight most of the party seems to be barely standing. After Oxton and Cid patched themselves and Varis up we still continued down a long hall illuminated softly by those blue-ish shrooms. The next room we entered was decorated with a broken Chandelier as a centerpiece and some rubble broken out of the walls. We had heard someone slam one of the doors before we entered and there were footsteps leading to a door in the east. Varis couldn't hold back his curiosity and broke the door half open, exposing a spectacular view. A Half Dragon was standing in the remains of half a dozen undead bodies, glaring at us with a combative expression. I feel like he came here to fight.
After a few attempts to avoid combat with this majestic creature by talking him out of his desire to fight Varis ended up making him even more eager to take us on.I readied myself for the fight, so that the others could try and escape while the Half Dragon broke though the door and roared angrily at Varis. As soon as everyone was out of the room however I convinced the Half Dragon to play me in a game of Dragon Chess. He gave in and we played, I first made a few unfortunate moves, but I got the upper hand after that. Oxton's Almiraj Teddy came by and was smashed like a fly in an instant by my playmate who didn't even care to look. I felt the Half Dragon - called by the name Zylbodin, The Kind - tense and push down the anger that was bubbling up inside of him. I tried to keep my calm and distracted him with idle chatter about myself and my brewery skills. He seemed interested, yet unimpressed by my effort to distract him. Serendipity then put an idea into my head about a plot the party came up with.
I told Zylbodin about a challenge, that was just up to his skills and might reward him with unfound treasures. The undead Ogre was still near the room we left earlier and I was not surprised that this seemed to spark Zylbodin's interest. When he felt that he was loosing to me he jumped up angrily and decided to go and slay the undead Ogre. We went with him and watched an intense fight between Zylbodin and the Ogre, which Zylbodin lost at the end and was eaten by the Ogre. This put a smile of satisfaction on Oxton's face who was eager to see blood for the killing of his familiar.
Next we found an empty room with some symbols I couldn't identify and some pieces of scorched parchment paper. Some of us tried to decipher the symbols and take notes and suddenly a firebolt blastet though the door in the west. Oxton dissapeared while trying to go through a door in the west, there was happening so much at once. After Oxton's dissapearance we went through the door in the east trying to find Oxton. We went down a very long corridor and encountered a corpse. The corse wore a paladin's breastplate and an amulet that was clearly a sign of the worshipping of Gromman.
The corridor went on and after a while took a turn to the west where we found a door after a while. Serendipity tried to get a glimpse around the corner with her hand mirror and a few tentacles snatched it out of her hands. The creature seemes dazzled by its own reflection and wouldn't stop looking at themselves. We went into the room as it seemed otherwise empty if you didn't count the empty cages scrambled around. When Varis and I stepped in a huge slug dropped down on us and we barely managed to jump out of its way. While the others slashed down on the creature I went to the door in the west and tried opened it only to close it again. What was wating behind that door were green slimey dungeon roombas and I was in no mood to fight.
In the meanwhile the party had slayed the sluglike creature victoriously and had shiftet their attention to another task: Getting Serendipitys mirror back. I skipped past them and opened the door to the south in the hope to find Oxton and see if he was allright. And there he was, butt naked. He swiftly took something from his bag and exchanged it with his robe, which was hovering mysteriously in front of him. He skipped hastily into his robes and told me, that there was an orb under the fabric that tried to hypnotize him. I told him we should probably take it with us in order to examine it later or ask Rimvaul if she had ever seen somethin like it. When Oxton tried to touch it it dissolved itself into black stone sand. I scooped some of it up just in case - maybe something can be crafted with it.
The only door to discover for us was the one in the east. While we tried to work the lock Varis ran our though the door in the north and was pierced by multiple arrows. We managed to get the door open and found ourselves in a rectangular room filled with strange silvery coins I've never seen before. I pocketet a few out of curiosity and then something else grabbed my attention. There was an Icosahedron lounging on a post. Ir was milky-white and interveined with black streaks. It was hauntingly beautiful.
After I remembered what had happened, when Mitch touched the Icosahedron the last time I decided to try a different approach. I stood calmly, closed my eyes and began to meditate. I felt the Ki flowing around me and into my body and I felt for the energy that came from the artifact in front of me. I saw it before me and tried to pull its energy into my body, tried to empty myself to become a host for this strange power. I felt the Ki tug like the stings of a puppet and I knew in that instant that I needed to break them if I wanted to be able to give in to the power of the Icosahedron.
I didn't think. I didn't. Think. I just cut the strands of energy that had fueled me over 20 years and had given me strength and wisdom when I needed it. I felt a loneliness I've never felt in my whole life. I've been alone before in my life but I never experienced this feeling of utter abandonment eating me up from inside. I was determined to battle it and stay true to myself and the mission I put myself up to. In this instant I felt a strong push towards the Icosahedron that I couldn't combat. I watched myself move towards the artifact and as my hands touched it my veins ran red with the power the Icosahedron transfused into my body. I was burning inside yet I was not hurting. I felt the strands of time and history move around me and became aware that I had enough power to cut one down. I let my mind feel for the day Godard was crowned king and pushed myself to snap this strand out of the history of Inquest. When I opened my eyes I felt the wetness of my cheeks. I had'nt realised I've been crying. As I looked down my hands shivered helplessly as red veins turned to black.
This is a test
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