Lotus Contiello, Countess Sybil Contiello, Count Heinrich Contiello, Lord Cyllis, Redeemer Riika, Father Babble, Barbara, Iidrra, Look, a lot of people ok? Time: 1st Day, of the 1st Month, of the Year of Rebirth. 3:00 PM
"No, I am not a Cleric. At least not like any you would properly know. Unlike many of those who control the power of Faith I do not receive my powers from any entity I know. It's a mystery really how it works, but I am what is know as well, a Redeemer. They are those that draw the power of Holy magic through self-faith, believing in one's self, rather than a deity of some kind. Much about this is unknown. It's possible that in my actual life I held a deity as my patron, and that they still believe in my abilities and grant me powers. That is even despite the fact that I do not know of them or... if I ever had. The Gods work in strange ways. They are not well understood. Redeemers are understood even less than that. Our powers could come from within in actuality, or by the byproduct of some bored deity. Maybe even the product of a deity who believes in our strength to serve them even without presenting them self." Riika shifted in her seat putting their hand to their helmet. A pensive look as they considered their next words. Riika mulled them over for awhile, wondering if their explanation was good enough. They reckoned it was as good as they could do, and left it.
"It's not a common thing. That much is certain. We are a rare sight in this world. Most do not have the strength of self to be a Redeemer. It is a long and lonely path, of self-reflection, self-neglect... hatred... wondering what you are, who you are. Knowing that you're an imperfect being, that must strive to be more than that. It is a razor edge, one that could easily see you falling off the side into endless despair. Not an easy path by any means." Riika somehow managed to give an air of sternness and solemnness as they said this. Without facial features, Riika only had the half the body language others did and still managed it. "But, don't weep for a Redeemer, they knew their path was a long one, a hard road. They'd have it no other way. You know, they say that one of the Nightlords was a Redeemer. The very first. The First Lady of the Night. Funny that them refer to them all as lords though a Majority have been woman. Sorry, getting sidetracked. However, despite being a Redeemer, she had the Well of Nocturne built. Maybe because she felt some sort of attachment to them, to Nocturne, but more because her people believed in Their power. Nocturne is still seen as the Patron of all monsters. The Mother of thought, the Father of Darkness. An entity that is everything, and yet nothing. Of course... Babble could probably tell you more on that. But, remember... a Redeemer... is something powerful and rare. More because of their meaning, than because of actually having more power than another. I am a Redeemer. Maybe because I have forgotten my old god's face... strayed from their light, But... I am proud to walk this path. It is not one most have the ability or the strength to. So, I walk it with my head held high."
Somewhere in the Waterways, Near the Lake of Miracles
The Waterways of the Castle where large and spanned quite far. After all, Castle Dour itself was massive. It was nearly a City within a building. As such it had to have an equally huge Waterway to take care of the... undesirable effects of having so many living entities under a single roof. This place was always rumoured to be haunted, and stalked by creatures more horrible than anything within the Castle. Monster that were endless cruel that had no intelligence to speak of. Nearly all of these accounts were false, though not many remembered that at this point in the Castle's lifespan. Nowadays most didn't even dare to pass further than the place that Aurora had taken for a home, the Old Training Grounds of Lord Cyllis. Even Cyllis himself never went past that point. Not out of fear, but of respect. If there was something down there... he'd rather give it's space rather than disturb it. After all, if it didn't want to be within the Castle around others, surely it wasn't something you wanted to meet.
And so, there was long abandoned tunnels that snaked their ways into the earth's surface. They burrowed for miles twisting and turning every which way. Most would get lost down here... in fact pretty much anyone that dared go in recent time had never turned up again. It only added to how horrifying the place was to most. It's tunnels stank of waste and death. Not a lovely combo, believe me. One could easily get lost in the filth covered halls, succumbing to disease, starvation or... with the lack of clean drinking water, dehydration. Slow painful deaths as they got lost in the winding corridors that all looked the same. Without a map, it's be hard to navigate... hell even with one it would be. It was easy to see why people just avoided this place. However, that made it the perfect place for those that didn't like others to reside. One such being did that. A Full fledged Dragon in fact. A Serpent that swam the length of these tunnels in search of shiny trinkets and baubles that would please his eyes and adorn his lair with the shine of treasures recovered from the filth.
His name... Argentum Deus.
Perhaps one of the most vain creatures to live within the Castle, and one that not many knew of by name. He had lived in those halls since the Castle's beginnings, and... was around even longer than that. He was a creature that was perhaps older than known time itself. How and why he was here, unknown. But he was here.
It happened to be a session of his sleep that was interrupted today. SOund carried like crazy down in the Waterways. It wasn't unknown for it to eventually drift it's way down to his Chamber, his lair, the Lake of Miracles. "WHAT IS THAT INCESSANT RACKET?" Argentum cried out as he had been trying to slumber. He had been sitting awake from about an hour now, and suddenly for the past 30 minutes some sort of clash was going on far away. His acute sense of hearing amplified the far away noise so much he couldn't get the rest he so desperately wanted. Eventually it passed, but now he couldn't sleep if he wanted to his was so riled up. "Pitiful mortals... do they not know I am a god? The nerve of them keeping me up. I should raze this pitiful rock to the ground. Luckily for them I can't do that. Besides, they don't deserve a death that grand. It is unfitting for them. They deserve to starve slowly... and go mad. How droll these mortals are. Their petty boring squabbles keeping me for the shut eye I deserve. Hush... quiet now good Argentum. Fret not. We can forget the mortals stupidity. We must search for more things within these passages. More treasures. The only good thing about Mortals, that they know how to make shiny things. Lovely shiny things. They have as little uses as mortals, but they look pretty... better than you can say for most of them. Ha... I do cut myself up sometimes." The Silvery Blue dragon talked to himself for several more minutes before he finally headed out to actually search for treasures and baubles.
His long serpentine body surged into the water of his precious lake. The Water sparkled like the surface of a sapphire. Beautiful. It reflected the light of all the gold and shiny treasures that lined the walls within. The Lair of a Dragon. One wondered all the treasures that were hidden within. Either way, Argentum's body gracefully slipped into the pool of liquid sapphire and nearly disappeared in the water. He became hard to see, as he almsot blended in perfectly. He loved this felling, though he knew it leave as he got further from his layer and the water he had magically cleaned. He wasn't looking forward to getting the muck on his scales, gifts of his to this drab world, but he was more focused on getting out there to collect things. It was a form of anger management for him. Finding new bauble for his collection. So, to forgot his anger at being awoken by drab beings... he decided to go hunting. He hoped it would prove... fruitful.