#nylathria

Freydis was in the market for a few tools she suspected might come in handy in the near future. After dropping a figurative (thought it may as well have been literal) brick of gold at Abelas' charming animal sanctuary to provide Griffon Charms for a handful of dear friends, she had turned her attention to magic scrolls. No such shop would have ever been allowed to exist in the borders of Iskaldrik, and magic was novel to her both in theory and in practice. She was curious about what such a shop might offer and more than open to pushing past the fear of magic she'd been raised to house within her; if these scrolls would help her achieve an increasingly important goal, who was she to turn her nose up at them? When she entered The Lonely Scroll and recognized the face that floated around the displays with no special sense of urgency, a warm and familiar smile spread across her face. "Nylathria," she greeted, taking a few more steps into the shop. She had to remind herself that Nyla and she were still more strangers than anything else and that just because they both likely felt a sense of pride in a job well done didn't mean they shared enough kinship for a hug. Yet. "It's so nice to see you again--I hope you've been safe since we parted ways. I don't know how I didn't put two and two together that this was your business."

Maybe she could have taken a quicker route to Eterna, but she had to visit some old friends along the way. Most were looking like they were about to leave in the coming days. All Nyla could do was sigh as she dropped her pack to her side, she had only just got here no way was she trudging where everyone else was going. “Excuse where is everyone going?” What war was it this time?

When: after the quest the drowned king

What a night, day well she wasn’t sure but it had sure been a shit show. It started off a fantastic night, calla had been there and they had played some games together, one cutting closer to the bone then she had liked. But she hoped what the game runner had said when she got fate ‘A heart once broken may yet mend anew’ was somewhat true. Because she had been a mixed of emotions when hearing Agnes screams but one thing she hadn’t been was guilty. She had felt like she was betraying Lyra when she was around Agnes… actually her wife was the furthest from her mind when around the other. But now lied there in her own bed next to Agnes, while the others eyes were still closed she couldn’t help but sink into her own thoughts of how much of a horrible wife she was. Here she was sharing a bed with someone who wasn’t Lyra, she had have chosen to sleep anywhere but she had chosen to be beside Agnes. Maybe it was karma that her hands were necrotic, cold, like they were suffering from the last stages of frostbite. 

When she first received that invitation she hadn’t thought twice about accepting it, maybe she had been to prideful in think that she would have received such an invite naturally. There were to many things that didn’t add up for all this to be pure coincidence. Turing over to now face Agnes slumbering face she gently tucked a strand of lose hair behind her ear. All that pain Agnes had been through had been a trap, she had been bait. Nyla wasn’t sure she was the intended target or not but how would they know her affection for Agnes if she’d never said it out loud? The back of cold fingers trailed down Agnes cheek, down her arm till there hands met. Nyla hadn’t meant to disturb the other as they started to wake one word softly slipped from her lips “Hi”

Where: kossith vessel

Note: freeing Frey Frey

Even though she had no control, her sul’dam forced her to use her gift she could help but feel the burden of responsibility. Nyla had to dissociate from what she was doing at the time. She wasn’t the same woman from before. Not only had her soul changed but there was more to it than that. She had violated her own rules or how her power should be used. Self imposed for her safety or everyone else… perhaps both.

She had done her part in trying to make this jail brake work, had freed two others but was that enough to balance those she doomed? Perhaps not. This time there wasn’t any strategy as to why Freydis part from she cared for the woman. Nyla knew how capable she was the, her heros soul. The collar still around her neck she searched for Freydis. Nyla hadn’t even thought about the blood war paint that lingered below her eyes. Instead her eyes locked in on her target. Here eyes didn’t brake from the other bearing down upon the other like an oppressive force. Her approach was slow but direct, purposeful.

When: progress day

Talisa had been amazing! Who would have thought the steel dragon would be so good at attracting customers. Nylathria didn’t originally ask her to help because she would be good at it. It was more she liked Talisa company and if the stall was quiet at least they would have each other to talk to. Nyla was smiling warmly at the sight of Talisa “sweetheart I think you have earned a brake.” At this rate Nyla wouldn’t have enough prizes “ you never said you were this good with people.” Nyla said as though Talisa had been keeping a secret from her. “If you’re not carful I might have to offer you a job.” That wouldn’t be such a horrible idea though.

“I understand now why you resist. You aren’t strong… I don’t even think you’re all that stubborn. You’re lost, confused. You resist because of the lie you were raised on - this illusion that you’re still clinging to. You spent your whole life believing you are a person, when really, you are a mistake of flesh made animate. You are a rahaat. A tool to be used, nothing more. Do you know what rahaat means in High Kossathi? It does not mean servant. We do not bind our servants, we give them roles, names, honors. You are beneath that - so do not think we punish you for your resistance, we only work to correct your confusion and when you stop believing you are a person, you will stop suffering. You will know peace as only rah’tashan can.”

Rahaat noun | High Kossathi

An instrument or tool - a person reduced to the status of a mere object, stripped of autonomy and identity, existing solely to serve the will of another.

A captive - a being whose thoughts and actions are no longer their own, forced into servitude through magical means, particularly the a’dam collar. Usage: “You are no longer a person, you are a rahaat, a tool for our use.”

Rah’tashan noun | High Kossathi

A perfected instrument - a rahaat who has been fully subdued and transformed, their will completely erased, existing only to obey without question.

A reprogrammed tool - a captured being who has been conditioned to embrace their loss of identity and autonomy, functioning as an ideal vessel of another’s power. Usage: “She is no longer merely a rahaat; she is a rah’tashan, free from resistance, free from self.”

Shan'tar noun | High Kossathi

A collective, a bonded unit formed of three or more rahaat, each bound by the a’dam under a sul'dam’s control, united in servitude. Loosely this translates to “Heart” though it is not used to describe the organ. Usage: “You are not individuals, you are a shan'tar, nothing more than tools of the Kossathi.”

Prompts should be posted by Thursday May 1st, no IC response is required but is encouraged, the aim of these prompts is to help fuel IC interactions on the dreadnought. Anyone who has posted dreadnought content should receive a prompt, please discuss/plot/coordinate with your fellow captives on how your prompt might influence others.

PROMPT

They force you to look. To stare into the souls of the others, day after day. Your eyes burn black with the weight of what you’ve seen - screaming children, killers begging for release, souls shattered by despair. They make you speak it aloud. The sul’dam calls it confession, says it’s purging weakness. But your mouth becomes the instrument of trauma. You peered into the soul of Velkha’thuun (Prospero) and there saw the blackness that surrounded his soul - his fate was in your hands, but your sul’dam did not give you a choice. Every word you say tears someone else apart. And when you are commanded to look inward? You see your own soul has begun to unravel. Thread by thread.

Veynrak, the Kossith have renamed you. Vein-Seer.

They’ve assigned you to the Heart of Shadow, run by the sul’dam Valkessh. A Heart forged for fear, espionage, and psychological warfare. To Valkessh, her rahaat are instruments of subjugation through terror and illusion.

so many trigger warning please proceed with caution that this could be an uncomfortable read.

Notes: let me know if this needs changing

Nylathria was guilty of indulging in a glass of wine or two. When the world was dark at least there was wine. Shed been in a dark place in her life a couple hundred years ago where it was got her up in the morning. But thanks to her friend she developed a healthier relationship with the liquid. She didn’t rely on it to numb her feelings but enjoyed the taste now. She had acquired a couple bottles and held them in her arms as she made her way home. But on her travels towards her home she spotted a familiar face one from the standing stones “Tianyou right? Nylathria.” Just in case he had forgotten. “How are you feeling after the stones?”