Originally Posted by
Eshkigal
Dealings
In the dead of winter, Koribal set out from his village to try and find new food to bring home. The bloodwheat could not grow in this ice and snow, the lands too bitter for Voar or Skeksi to be about in the numbers they had seen before. When even the strange beasts of hands, harbringers who spoke of the first new light, were questioned, all they uttered was the same bloody words as always, "Be not afraid". Stupid things, they too froze and slowed, and worst of all they never explained a damn thing! So Horibel Half Blind set out, in pursuit of flesh to bring home and skins to wrap his people in. In his hunt, though, he came across a strange sight as an area of land thawed, and he came to a great lake. It was not like any other he had seen, not the red of the seas around Vexit, or the blue of the strange lands beyond. No, this was a strange, metallic yellow, perhaps gold like those winged lizards, and as he tried to make sense of what lay before him eight heads formed of the water grew. As he readied sword and spear, the heads chuckled.
"Now now, what way is that to meet the sister of Skarne?"
The heads fall back into the golden pool, and in their place rises a female Kirr of golden hue, skin metallic and rippling, molded physically to bear great many young healthily and easily and, of course, completely nude as the day a Kirr was borne as gods only need clothing when they wished it. The land around Koribal heated, and trees came into bloom at her approach.
"I am Nemia, Mother of the Phoenix, Caretaker of Mothers and Bringer of Plenty, and through my Handmaidens, those who aid in birth, I have watched you, Koribal. You are strongest of my brother's children, and as such I would have words with you in this time of your greatest need."
As Nemia reaches the shoreline, she gently brings a hand up to trace the warrior's physique as she walks around him, uncaring of the blades or threat that such a warrior would pose any other. She comes back around, and lifts the mortal's head a bit, to lock eyes with her, strange orbs of gold that did not seem of this world.
"So, will you stay a time and listen, Koribal, or shall I speak to the one you hate most in this world instead, and settle for second best?"