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Nabu

(#90209321)

"Nature Makes No Mistakes. But She Did."

Bloomed

Sprouting Goblin

Energy: 49/50

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Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

9.27 m

Wingspan

3.64 m

Weight

2043.75 kg

Genetics

Hatchday

Oct 31, 2023
(6 months)

Breed

Adult
Sandsurge

Eye Type

Nature
Faded

Level 1 Sandsurge

EXP: 0 / 245

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

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Biography

N A B U

Necroservus

Nabu
Nature's Corpse

Pre-Trial Nabu

#4217018

❝A walking vessel with an exposed heart.❞

B I O G R A P H Y

There's a lot of irony in having Nature's origin, for in that of a necromancer is a rebel.

Per usual standards of non-plague necros, Nabu was among them in rejecting the deity he had hatched under. He never held any sort of grudge or hatred against Gladekeeper, but Mother's voice lured him too far out from the overgrowth of the Shrieking Wilds and he was Hers, all Hers. The markings on his body proved as such.

Enchanted by Her voice, he was swift to abandon the foliage and embrace the shadows as he took to finding Her in the rotten wastelands. She was so sickly sweet like the fruits back home and Her promises melted into his mind like a gentle stream of tree sap.

Nabu's trials were almost a breeze, having developed an infection the moment the thirteenth day struck. His fears were quickly extinguished as he found strength in his faith for Mother, emerging from his second trials valiantly with her markings kissing sharply along his spine after an eternity of squirming and scratching at pulsating skin.
It was the third trial that proved troublesome.

Nabu looked to the skies as he began to struggle through his third trial. His infection spread like wildfire and ensnared those affected like flytraps. He pleaded for Her to aid him in recalling the illness, ignoring as the ones before him would entangle themselves in their own limp limbs.

He had failed Her.

B I O G R A P H Y (cont.)

When Nabu had entered The Union, he had many eyes burning into him. It was an unusual sight to most - this dragon bore Mother's signature but his body was as if it were both simultaneously rotting and not. Protruding through his flesh was his own skeleton. The skin had gone translucent in some areas to expose the organs within (most namely around his ribcage). When questioned, he simply responded: "She demanded it of my body."
There are rumours suspecting that 'She' was actually referencing to Gladekeeper rather than the Plague Mother.

The Union is where Nabu first met Sybil - having been 'assigned' as Sybil's peer by herself. He was quick to fall for the dreamer and it was obvious to every other dragon catching a glimpse of them. He would work hard alongside her, and would gaze at her starry eyes with an infatuated look when he wasn't. His heart would visibly pace at the mere sight of her as she slaved over the fantasy she wished true. She was bold, ambitious, confident... She moved with grace. She likes red - but not the bright ones. Red like wine - the red with a purple influence. She likes to stargaze but not the cold nights. She doesn't like when books are pushed to the back of the shelves. She always has to flick her tail left or right in relation to which way she turns prior to turning. He liked how she would talk to her tools whilst she worked and saw them as equals to herself, too. He loved her down to even her major flaws: her carelessness and her perfectionism.

Months ran by one after the other until the calendar screamed August. He never forgot this fateful day and he doubted Sybil did, either.

B I O G R A P H Y (cont.)

They introduced Sybil's newest creation. An Artifice, of which Sybil called 'Nanobyte'. Nabu would call it '88772725` to the others.

He remembered it vividly. He had noticed the colours of the machine become dull and desaturated. It would glare both blankly and with disdain at the living surges. It would whip its tail at passers-by and make strange churning sounds akin to a beast's growl. One day, it... Broke. It turned against The Union with venom-laced roars full of hatred and power. Nabu recalled witnessing the thing stampede the place and wreck havoc upon anyone and anything in its path - yet oddly left the artifici alone.

Sybil had thrown herself in to protect the thing. He could never blame her for it, knowing he would have done the same if not her. He was the one to help her get it away from them, and it was he who fled with her to the Mirrorlight Promenade.

Sometimes he wishes he could have done something different at the first signs. He winces at the memory of it clawing the ground and screaming under the weight of his fellow surges as they worked to restrain it. He hadn't told Sybil this, but he could have sworn that he heard the faint buzz of it pleading to live that day.

Watching, he often wonders why Sybil continues to work away on the machine in secrecy away from the others. He follows her down to the Hewn City tucked inside a shattered structure, where the shade-ridden thing rested. He had to keep a distance from it at all times - waiting outside anxiously - as it only allowed Sybil to come near and touch its surface. There was never any change, though, and Sybil was too ashamed to speak of what she was up to.

B I O G R A P H Y (cont.)

Joining Sybil in settling with the Angelus Chorus, Nabu would nest with her and raise the children by her side. He had noticed that she would insist Plague Mother was their true mother but he'd always take the young ones aside and remind them just how loving and wonderful Sybil was.

Their first children hatched in November. Sybil naturally took to their daughter, Priscilla, sensing a certain something from her that was special. He saw Sybil in his little girl in every possible and it made his heart leap. He often went to sit next to the young dragon as she looked off into the place he had once called home himself. He would talk for hours about the wonders within the shrub and canopies.

In December, they happily greeted Arearos and Noble to the world. He and Sybil raised all three close together - both of them watching the dragons grow to be strong necromancers and work with their peers with Mother's blessings. Despite his own sorrows, Nabu was proud of his mate and his children. Though Sybil prefers to remain in Light's domain, Nabu frequently travels to other clans and visit his young. He often bears gifts from both him and Sybil in hopes he's seen less as a bad omen.

He currently spends his time mingling with the Chorus' necromancers and servi alike, often dabbling in practicing traditional medicine. One of his friends (going by Lucifer) assists in this ambition with his own, similar goal of healing disease... Though, not his own.

M A T E

Sybil
The Rattlesnake

Pre-Trial Sybil

#4214659

Sybil
#88510353

Sandsurge 100%
Rattlesnake (Sandsurge) 25% | Wrought (Sandsurge) 75%
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Diamondback (Sandsurge) 25% | Striation (Sandsurge) 75%
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Thylacine (Sandsurge) 100%
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Nabu
#90209321

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