Requiem
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REQUIEM
REQUIEMS DESCRIPTION:
Appearing to be an unassuming Lyre of simple make and solid Construction, the only thing which might betray Requiem is it's unnatural durability- and the lovely sound it produces albeit appearing to be of inferior craftmanship. The singular score upon it's surface that had been made by the goddess is the only other physical clue. Magically, if one were to observe it, Spiritual energy, and a binding spell of a divine nature might be noticed, were one even capable of detecting such things.
REQUIEMS POWER:
Essentially, it is a Lyre, unable to be destroyed or harmed- serving as a Phylactery {A Lichs soul jar, in a sense} to the servant of Daedria who bears the same name as the instrument. This grants the tiefling whom the weapon is bound to a means of cheating death until every star in the sky is extinguished- though at a heavy cost. Forevermore is he bound to the Goddess Daedria, and whoever holds the Lyre can control him. When the tiefling is in a state between living and death, and bound fully within the Lyre, the very strings serve as his voice.
REQUIEMS CREATION
DAEDRIA'S SHRINE You find yourself in the glorious shrine of Daedria. High vaulted ceilings meant to capture the most of the wondrous acoustics catch your attention. All around you see various musical instruments, such as gilded harps, magnificently crafted lyres and shining flutes, each giving off a harmonic sound that fills your soul with happiness. In the center of the shrine is a glorious, multi-layered fountain which erupts with colorful jets of water, the mist of the jets sparkling and shining in a myriad off prismatic colors that compliment the outfits worn by bards and minstrels which tune and test and perform with the various instruments.
Kasyr intoduction to the temple is one that could be said to contradict the very nature of the hybrid creature. Solemn, Silent, and wth a respectful caution in which the tiefling normally lacked by far and wide. And yet even then, his footsteps were but the padfalls of a feline along a windowsill, following the sound of it's masters call through it's own path. And so the paladin approached, if only to finally halt before the very fountain which rested central to the temple. It is there that he kneels, right hand coming to rest on his chest, as his left simply lingered passibly at his side, "M'lady Daedria, I've returned."
Daedria would emerge from the lingering mists, not taking her time as she generally would in materializing before the paladin, "Good. Are you ready? I have chosen. I will bind you to me, through an instrument of your choice,musical or weapon, and through it you shall be called Requiem. That is, should some misfortune befall you, and your soul set free. Do you agree?"
Kasyr nodded firmly. A distraction lingered upon his mind, in the form of a certain young feline- but it was not enough to hinder his resolve, a faint but strong, "I am prepared, Madamoiselle. My soul has already been set free twice, - if it's set free this eve in preparation for a brief sojourn into the fair ladys realm, so much the better- as I'm never certain whether I might perish from one day a l'autre." A pause, and then his head simply crooked faintly to the side, "Musical. Fitting, to the title, et to vous."
Daedria smiles, quite pleased with his choice. With a flourish, a selection of instruments appear. A flute, a set of pan-pipes, as well as a lyre hover before him. "Take your pick. Which do you suppose your lady would like?"
Kasyr pauses, straightening up slightly from the bow he had fallen into, before his eyes finally settled upon the Lyre. Of all of them, it seemed the most worthy of being a gift, and so he simply stepped towards it, then shifted back down as he was before. "I think, this would be suitable as anything, Madamoiselle Daedria."
Daedria laughs softly, quite delighted with the choice herself. "Very well Tiefling. Now, a bit of your essense if you will, a drop of blood should do I think." A small dagger is manifest in the Lady's tender grasp. " Your hand if you please." When the appendage is exposed, a small cut would be made and a drop of blood caught upon the blade.
Kasyr held no hesitance in his motions, the hand extended outwards towards Daedria, and only retracted after blood was let. From thereon, he'd watch docilely, finger drawn up to his lips briefly to suckle the blood from the wound. This was not his show any longer, it never really was persay. For now, he was simply a supporting player within a drama which compromised the very fate of his existance, ceding the stage to the Goddess.
Daedria whispered words fall from her lips, the lyre floating immediately to waiting hands. Closing her eyes, the archaic tongue spills forth, words rarely heard on this mortal plain. The dagger, a delicte gold enterwoven with runes and inscriptions in a long dead language, begins to glow. The trembling drop of crimson is held precariously on the pointed tip as it is brought to the bowed wood of the Lyre and as it is gouged into the hard, unyeilding oak, Kasyr would feel a tug, deep inside as a thin line of golden light darts from the instrument to his soul. Not an altogether unpleasant feeling it would be, and rather warm for the moment as the binding is set. This was not nearly as complicated as it would seem, not at all and taking only a moment to seal the binding, Daedria would then turn and present the scored Lyre to Kasyr. "Give this to her, play it for her if you wish, if you can. It is called Requiem, and when your soul binds with it, so will you."
Kasyr bowed low upon receiving the item, fingertips gently trailing over the wood with a sort of care that might otherwise be reserved for a loved one, eyes skirting over every single detail that it held. This was to be hers- and would carry everything he was- and yet, he didn't feel worried. There was the vague sort of unsettled feeling, know that his soul wouldn't be tethered to his body any longer, and yet- it held with it a degree of comfort- that his ultimate fate would not have him resting within the Hell that Gospel had set aside for him- or within some other persons spiritual machinations. It was only after a single chord was drawn across, the ring of a note echoing from within the Temple that he looked up again, smiling faintly, "My thanks, for this. I swear I shall do my utmost to bring about the tasks you'll desire." A pause, footsteps drawing him back slightly, and another chord was gingerly set into play, "Par chance, however, what would happen if this Lyre was marred- or can it be damaged so easily?"
Daedria 's eyes twinkle with wry humor, "You'll be paying for this gift for quite some time dear Paladin." A laugh is issued, mirth quite plain in the set of her head as she tilts it. Garnet curls cascade over her creamy shoulders, "Dear Kasyr, it cannot be destroyed, or harmed in anyway. Who ever has the lyre, will control you. You are it, and it is you. When your soul flees to it, the strings will be your voice."
Kasyr nodded, eyes of an amber quality seeming to shimmer brightly with a humour all of their own, "I already stated that I had eternity to grant my service as vous- now I can simply keep that word, without widowing..er..risking..The Lady Laurelle losing her mate." A twitch, almost to a point of kicking himself in the shin for the slight mental slip-up between what was and could be. Then, quite docilely he came to a full stand, fingers gently brushing over the chords with a sort of restraines sense of amazement, "I'll..be sure to tell this all to the inheritor. As best as I can. I thank you, once again, for everything you've done for moi... It es ever appreciated, et will not be forgotten."
Daedria simply smiles and inclines her head, "Your Kitten is rather exitable..I must say. Go and tell her. She will need to guard it well, remember.."Here her tone turns quite serious, and her eyes harden just a bit, "Whomever has the lyre, Kasyr, can control you. I could not avoid that drawback to the binding."
Kasyr nods slightly, the light in his eyes never dimming- nay, rather it's shifted, to match an aspect altogether more feline. It was that disquieting sort of grin one could imagine when it sat, batting a mouse between paws and purring ecstactically, "I have faith in the one who will hold it- I'd not dare to leave it out of her sight." A pause, and a few more whimsical notes were played, "You're right, however, I need to go et tell her. I've neglected her to an extent this past while, taking care of those I must..et yet." A shake of the head and he simply smiled again. "I await..whenever you call upon me next, Madamoiselle. Until then,oui?"
Daedria said to Kasyr, "Until we meet again. "
Kasyr smiles bemusedly, leaving the room with the tentative sound of an inexperienced players plucking of strings, "With eternity on my side, Cherie- I doubt I'll even realise how long it will be, till we meet anew."
Daedria chuckles lightly, "Sooner than you might think, Requiem."