A Proposal [Pre Recent CANNON RP]

 Thibor the Cruel

Thibor had finally calmed, most of his ire drained by the strenuous work of reinforcing his enchantments and barriers around his realm. He still did not understand this sudden show of weakness on Xytrinah's part and that bothered him. Had it been weakness? Was she plotting something more that had escaped him? If so how? He had to know though he doubted he would be as welcome as he once was. It would not be the first time his temper had gotten him into trouble and it would not be the last. Still he knew something of Xytrinah that no one else did and he intended to use it to his advantage now. He lets his metaphysical self slip into that arcance reality beyond this one and almost immediately he felt the tug of her essence pulling against his own.

Whether she liked it or not they were inextricably bound now. Thibor wasn't even sure he could undo what he had forged that day at the temple. He harnessed his strength together and began to tug back, his essence pulling on that part of him that was inherently his as he spoke the words aloud." Xytrinah come to me. Come to me and let us discuss these events. I am curious now and you are angry no doubt. Still your ire will cool and you cannot deny that we are bound, you and I. My anger burns in you and yours burns in me but still I need answers to the riddle you pose and I will have them." These words would carry on the metaphysical ether and would be not so much heard but felt by Xytrinah wherever she would be. They also constituted an invitation which is all she would need to pass through the barriers he had erected around his kingdom.

"Xytrinah Come to me. I feel the pull of you upon my very core and you feel my pull upon yours. Submit and let me sate my curiosity and perhaps I will let you pour out your wrath upon me. Come Xytrinah Come to me. Let us not be so easily parted by quick tempers and strange decisions. I know that I fascinate you and you fascinate me. There is no denying it. Indulge your fascination but for a moment and hear my questions and let me hear your answers and then I will allow you to say your piece. Perhaps we can reconcile these differences perhaps not but nothing was ever hurt by talk now was it?"

 His voice held the tone of the serpent in the Garden of Eden itself and yet he spoke of talk never hurting. Still it was a reasonable enough request and it was the closest that Thibor had ever come to admitting he was wrong.

All War Is Based On Deception [CANON]

𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐘𝐄, 𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄

Uachauguthlo System IV- U'rsthollosha Spiral
Vorta Helix of Shen Xiu III

Black serenity holds the secrets of the farther spheres,

and echoes caught from the eternal sounds that pass all earthly and diurnal bounds,

are symphonies unto eternal strings.

They rose to power, seizing every world within their grasp...​

Unchallenged upon arrival, the fleet of Ngahakzha cruisers engaged their sub-light drives. Completely unimpeded, the vessels charged past Vespae X-6 and the Class II 182's unobserved on sensors piercing through the icy hued vapours of the celestial giants upper atmosphere. Progressing forwards, the Utukku Scanners manoeuvred to the darkside of the Frozen Moon, Isaias eclipsing the world of Shen Xiu III, and this prevented their detection. Steadily approaching closer towards the planet with every passing second, the Imperial Fleet taking note of the invading flotillas degraded sensor performance, including their inferior weaponry, craft and grids.

Darkness churned beneath the black crystal volumetric surface of oracular instruments belonging to the awe-inspiring flagship. The command bridge bathed in 'black light', with an impressive design. Consoles arranged in a sphere around the sovereigns cathedra, including its own control console and displays. Various hues of midnight intermingling with shadows creating a gyrating hive of holographic maps and blue prints of the defending fleet. Programming continuously all the scrumptious information into the Atemporal-HiveMind of the Ngahakzha fleets unparalleled intelligence- telepathically informing admirals and commanders of her direct intentions and their vital information.

Elegantly in regal militia poise upon the cathedra, bio-synthetic tourniquet overlapped with the delicate weaves of spider-silk lace and translucent gossamer displaying long slender legs, sleek torso, and toned limbs with brazen explicitness. Opiate rubicund mouth pursing, offering only but a short plume of icy Thanaterosian breath (Cryomancy), the air caught in seizure like ice cracking a mirror's surface; even the sound shrill scraped harshly across the visuals. Depicting the coquettish harbinger in a seemingly phantasmoric whorl within an ensorcelled darkness' mien. An energy that drew many to its blackened fires. Her thoughts were of the calmness of the void, fluctuating and rippling around them, something else tugged at the threads of her mind.