The Necromancer hid behind her clowing hands, "I cannot let followers of Sithis claim me!" she murmured with fear and in response the Minotaur started to act more erratically; whirling around more wildly as it groaned a most painful bellow. It struggled to find the hidden assassins, that is until Rathalos had coated them with an enraging red aura. The beast bellowed a hallow cry and charged at Razeshr as it lowered its horns before taking a mighty swing at where Korsy was hiding.

Nyra raised her head from behind her hands when she felt a rather prominent presence to her. The Argonian forgot about her fear of the deities as she stared wide-eyed towards the direction Sylgurd was about to appear at. Soon enough he had stomped in, Nyra smoothly rose to her feet and hurried on over to him. She looked up at the uprooted undead, her milky-blue eyes filled with compassion as she gently caressed the bark, "Ohh, you are quite a darling, aren't you? Have you traveled far?" she cooed.

As promised she continued to read through the passages and a shiver ran up her spine as she sense the dead rising from their graves before their groans filled the air. However tears started to fall freely the longer she heard the Dark Seducer cut more and more of the corpses during their raid. It took every bit of will power - and fear of consequences from a Deity - to not cry out to not attack them. However, it was soon over.

The Argonian kept her eyes on on the Daedra's feet, questioning herself if it was permitted to look at a Daedric Prince in the eyes or not. It didn't take long for her to realize her accomplishment - her surprise evident by the expression on her face. Nyra flinched at the touch on her shoulder and swallowed nervously, "T-thank you Milord, I would be honored for you to share such knowledge." she replied quietly, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"By my egg!" she exclaimed suddenly as she immediately placed a hand over her racing heart.

Nyra found herself jumping again from the booming voice in her mind. She had thought that she would be prepared but alas that was not the case. She furrowed her brows as she did as he instructed, fearful of the wrath which might await her if she didn't comply. All the while, she thought back at him, 'Champion? I am no champion. I am not strong enough. Talented, yes, but not strong. Your servant had no trouble in bringing me here. I am here because I am not a fool to deny the demands of a Deity - especially from one who already knows so much about me.' she replied as she flicked through the book, '... Death is disturbing. Not of this world. It is simply not right to let go of life. Any living being's primary instinct is to survive by any means necessary; so why should that be a struggle? Is it not man's dream to live forever? Be immortal? So, I in turn have learned the skills to truly make it possible by any means necessary and share that gift to others. I have yet to learn how to prolong my Holds upon the Re-Walking. to practice that upon myself some day... though I realize it would require me to become a Lich... a near-impossible feat to achieve. I suppose I will continue to pursue such a goal... or die trying.'

She paused for a moment, 'The voices are never silenced, one just needs to know how to listen.' she insisted, 'I have been around them for so long I can understand what they tell me once the become Re-Walking. When others hear groans, I hear words. When others hear silence, I hear tales of how their lives ended. Did you know that many here have had their lives cut short... truly an unjust tragedy. The volume of banging and screaming down there... it sounds like the drums of war.'

Finally she found the correct pages of Oblivion in the book, 'Create life from nothing? Is that a form of Conjuration?' she inquired.



((A/N: Is Nyra crazy? Or does she really have a gift? I'll leave that answer to you guys reading this. ))

Nyra's eyes went wide as she witnessed the slaughter and the meekly-framed lizard hurried on over and dropped to her knees beside the Saint. She shook her head as she caressed the Saint's cheek as she made a tutting noise, "All life is precious and must not be wasted in such a way..." she murmured, with a sigh before standing back up to face the Dark Seducer, "I only need help carrying her, I am not strong enough to do so. I have everything else. R-ready to go."

Her heart was racing. She was really going to meet a Daedric Prince. Behind that neutral expression and rarely-blinking-stare the Argonian was quickly being wrapped by fear.
'He can't be that bad... right? I mean, for whatever reason he chose me of all people and is actually encouraging my practice.' she thought as an attempt to reassure herself.

Again her eyes flickered up again with keen interest, this time to yet another Argonian. She was surprised she was being spoken to - or at least, she hadn't prepared for it. The made hesitated at first before nodding slightly as she stared unblinkingly at him, "I too extend the claw of greeting to you. I hail from Skyrim, so I was expecting to be a blue reed in yellow peat, and yet here we are." Nyra replied softly and with a tilt of her head as she glanced at the window before continuing with curiosity, "Then again, we are not that far from the Mother Land so I suppose it really shouldn't be that surprising... do you frequent here often?"

Nyra's milky blue eyes flicked upwards from where she sat, staring at Razeshzr rather intensely and with great interest. He seemed pretty intimidating. It was also very rare for her to have seen another Argonian during her life thus far - the others being only her sister and a select few she had bumped into Riften. She glanced at the staircase he had descended from earlier, assuming that he had stayed the night here?
'So they have rooms here, hm, good to know.' she thought to herself.

The Mage kept to herself, however, often preferring not to draw too much attention to herself. She had only just arrived in the country earlier today and she wasn't too sure what the people were like here. Perhaps if she waited, she may see more interesting patrons arrive in this tavern?

Cyrodilic Name: Nyra Zia'arus
Black Marsh Name: Keeps-Her-Hold
Race: Argonian
Class: Mage/Necromancer
Arsenal: Prefers to use Pyromancy, Healing, Raising the Dead and Healing Undead. If magic fails she falls back onto the Glass Warhammer she carries on her back.
Appearance: Brass-brown scales with metallic bronze highlights. She often wears long black hooded robes which cover a vast majority of her body and her Warhammer is often visible. She has a rather gaunt, sunken-in face and milky-blue eyes with several magical scars afflicted across her body and face. Had it not been for these ghastly scars and imperfections, Nyra would have been a very beautiful lizard.

Bio:
Nyra hails from Skyrim, rather unusual given that Argonians don't usually fair well in the cold. However, growing up in such a harsh climate does have it's perks - such as bodies deteriorating at a much slower rate and allowing for her to master Pyromancy at a faster rate for survival reasons. This Argonian grew up with just her sister as they braved the country together when they were younger, until they grew old enough to look after themselves and went their separate ways. The two sisters still maintained a good relationship, and meet up to catch up on each other's lives every so often and discretely due to the two of them ending up with infamous reputations.

Nyra has a fear of being alone and a fear of death - perhaps even of Sithis too? She is unable to fathom the thought of not only being lonesome but also either a loved one or herself passing. A combination of her paranoia, fear, morbid curiosity, a sharp mind and a thirst for knowledge had drawn her to the College of Winterhold. Here she practiced and perfected her Pyromancy and Healing Magic; not only defend herself, but also helped ensure her having a much higher chance of surviving those long cold nights in Skyrim. She was quite talented with magic, though she often kept to herself for there were no other Argonians studying there at the time and she often felt more comfortable being around her kind. Sure she had a fear of being alone, but distancing herself from the other students socially or out of the classroom in general didn't necessarily mean she was alone.

Soon enough, shortly before graduating, Nyra had stumbled upon some rather... questionable textbooks regarding various crypts containing Draugers and skeletons or books which were generally about life, death and the undead. The very concept of being able to extend or bring back one's life utterly fascinated her and even brought her mind at ease about her fears. She knew that practicing Necromancy within the college was out of the question, so, she did so in private - starting with small birds and rabbits until she eventually was able to bring back humanoids and more powerful creatures and for longer. Her talents as a mage eventuated her in being able to bring back numerous corpses - and whenever she did, it was often when she was on her own and wanted to socialize without actually socializing. Nyra often spoke to the corpses as if they were never cursed; often cooing over them, saying that she 'felt' that their lives were so unfairly taken away and that her 'gift' to them was a blessing that few understood. She often felt remorse whenever her Magika was either used up or the corpses eventually turned to dust; believing that she should have been able to keep them around indefinitely.

Her shifty practices however, didn't remain secret for long. The abominations she had brought back and the disturbing number of bodies she had brought back to the land of the living was more than enough for her not only to get kicked out of the college but also widely hated across the country once word got out of what she had done to people's loved ones. Nyra would often retreat to shanty towns and Riften; where less people knew her and sought solace in the very town her sister, as a Nightingale, frequently visited. To help with lowering suspicion about what she was and growing up with so many Nords in the country, Nyra would also carry a Glass Warhammer on her back to blend in a bit better and something to use as a last resort should her magic fail her. She wasn't particularly skilled with the two-handed weapon, but she knew enough on how to wield it to use it to cause a decent amount of damage.

Alas, she could visit here too often, otherwise people would eventually find her and would want justice for the crimes of turning the undead. Sure, Necromancy wasn't technically illegal to perform, but the families would have none of it. So, Nyra retreated to Cyrodill, a much warmer climate - and hopefully, not have as much as a bad reputation that she had back in Skyrim.

Voice Sample: Blue Diamond, but with a harsher and raspier voice; typical of Argonians.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uR7_NAIVDqM

Theme Song:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b9l0eiKaJGA