Nytamuur

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Appearance

Nytamuur is a tall yet physically unimposing draenei with a large three-prong crest and a set of tendrils reaching down his chest. He is typically seen wearing flowing robes of draenic nature, though among other Culists, he wears a priestly variation of the standard garb.

Other: His name is pronounced “Nie-tah-MOOR”.

Nytamuur looks different from his model in that he isn’t a bulky hulkster like his model suggests. While his shoulders are broad, he is a fairly slender individual who is taller than he is wide. His tail and tendrils are also much longer, with the tail long enough to drag along the ground and the tendrils long enough to reach his stomach.

Personality

Gloom and doom seems to surround Nytamuur with every waking hour, even if the man smiles or speaks in joyful terms. One can very visibly see sadness in the old draenei’s eyes, as experience has brought upon total obliteration in his faith in the Light and people who revel in the deception commonly known as ‘life’. However, even then, Nyt is not at all explicitly malicious or ill-tempered. A man of genuine but warped kindness and tenderness, Nytamuur seldom ever says a bad word or holds an ill thought towards most anyone and everyone, choosing unconditionally to treat everyone with dignity, grace, and compassion. The problem with Nytamuur mostly lies in his ultimate goal to whomever he sees as a part of his flock--peace and salvation in death and destruction to everything in existence. In other words, he views himself as a figurative ‘angel of death’ who ends lives out of benevolence rather than a run-of-the-mill murderous madman as often seen among the Twilight’s Hammer.

Despite his ultimate goal, Nytamuur is smart enough to know that going about preaching of the Old Gods openly would end his life before he could fulfill his mission. Out of necessity to his own survival, Nytamuur resorts to consummate lying and deception in order to walk among folk outside of the flock, under the justification that he isn’t lying per se, but reinforcing validity in the lies everyone else is telling themselves every day. For this reason, Nytamuur cannot truly connect his own hypocrisy and the paradox of holding genuine priestly love with destruction. The man is truly lost in the squalor of his misery, and as long as he revels in it for the cause of the Old Gods by equating salvation to total oblivion, nothing can convince him otherwise.

History

Nytamuur was born long, long ago on the planet Argus, raised in a warm and loving family within its majestic mountains. Like others before him, he developed an interest in knowledge and magic, but it was nowhere as strong as his interests in connecting with his community; thus, rather than study magic and knowledge for their own sakes, Nytamuur focused on how these can be used for the general greatest good. As the eredar were building upon their society, Nytamuur involved himself with as many tasks as he could, be it feeding the hungry, clothing the naked, lifting heavy burdens, and managing conflicts among the community. Nytamuur, back in those days, was a helpful individual who sought to do great things for the good of the eredar.

By the time Sargeras arrived and have taken Kil’jaedan and Archimonde as his commanders, Nytamuur was among those who sided with Velen, as he felt this promise of a greater power was all but suspicious. Much to Nyt’s great dismay, the rest of his community, including his own family, have largely ignored Nytamuur’s own warnings. Fearful Nyt would succumb to the upcoming corruption, the defeated builder fled with Prophet Velen onboard the Geredar. As the Exiled Ones fled to the stars, Nytamuur mourned the loss of his family and friends who have joined the Burning Legion to destroy those who did not follow the Fallen Titan.

The man placed himself in self-imposed isolation for a time while the hundreds within the ship recover in their flight. As Nyt was becoming lost in his sorrow, the warm Light bathing over him from the Naaru’s guidance and wisdom gave him the strength to overcome his personal anguish. After learning of the Army of the Light and the promise of salvation from the pursuing Legion, Nytamuur took upon himself to become one of the first of many Anchorites of the Genedar. With renewed faith and hope, Nyt would become a shepherd of his own flock as he shared the doctrines of the Light to the forlorn and dejected. Eventually Nyt would obtain a wife, Ymaani, another priestess, and together they would have two sons and a daughter: Elerii, Haliiya, and Dejdala. As the eons passed, these three would eventually marry and have children of their own, giving Nytamuur a large family he can find comfort and love within.

Despite this family and faith, Nyt could never truly rid the anxiousness he held of the Legion eventually catching up and destroying all he knew and loved. As time was passing by and after passing worlds throughout the endless space, Nytamuur would make frequent visits to other leaders of the Light in hopes he could renew his periodically fading resolve, especially since he has his own flock and family to care for and keep their own hopes up. At last, all his prayers, wishes, hopes, and pleads to the Light would come true: the draenei have finally found refuge upon a planet they dubbed “Draenor”. Eager to rebuild society like he had done in Argus, Nytamuur urged his family and flock to help the Draenei as much as they could. While his grandchildren and their families helped form Shattrath, Nytamuur and his immediate family assisted in the building of Karabor and the towns surrounding it. After their work is done, the families and flocks finally settled happily. Nytamuur would then continue his work as a preacher and spiritual leader within Karabor while Ymaani would tend to the needs of the dearly departed in the Auchindoun. Elerii, Haliiya, and Dejdala would become leaders in their own rights, with Elerii helping his mother in the Auchindoun, Haliiya as a vindicator in Shattrath, and Dejdala as a trader in Tuurem. Though they and the flock are spread out, Nytamuur urged everyone to write to each other so they can keep track. During times of loneliness and in need of personal reassurement besides prayers to the Light, Nyt would use his hundreds and thousands of letters to keep his spirit alive and stable as the fears of the Burning Legion still linger over his heart.

That fear came true before Nyt would know it. At first, Nytamuur thought nothing of his orc neighbors, seeing them as strange but otherwise fairly benign.When the slaughter began, Nytamuur was not at all prepared for the horrors that occurred. Though Nyt fought as hard as he could when the orc armies came for Karabor, the unpreparedness have resulted in more lives lost than saved, forcing Nyt to flee for Shattrath. Much to his dismay, much of his brethren in Karabor were not able to escape with him, and he was soon stricken with grief once news that Tuurem was just about wiped out, meaning the youngest son Dejdala was dead. Hoping against hope, Nytamuur, Haliiya, and a few others travelled south for the Auchindoun so that the priests there, such as Ymaani and Elerii, could be rescued. By the time they arrived, however, the Bleeding Hollow orcs have already taken the surface for themselves. Seeing that all was lost there, the despondent anchorite and his daughter fled back for Shattrath and continued to defend it for as long as they could.

Times were becoming desperate. Nytamuur witnessed many of his friends, family, and flock fall to the orcs, either by their blades or their noxious magic. He was helpless as those afflicted and twisted by the corrupting energies were shunned and exiled. He mourned when more corpses came home than surviving defenders. When the time came for the final flight from Shattrath, Prophet Velen urged some to stay behind to buy the refugees some time. Many volunteered to help fight, including Haliiya. Nytamuur begged his daughter to come run with him, but she was set in her fate--all her children and their families were dead, and Nytamuur still has some of his flock, their figurative family, left. With a heavy heart, Nytamuur fled Shattrath while those left behind fell completely to the orcs. Despair was building in the anchorite’s soul, and this time, it wasn’t going to ever leave. His spirit met its second breaking point when Draenor exploded as Ner’zhul attempted to form portals to other worlds. Everything was broken. Everything was destroyed. By the time Nytamuur found his way to Telredor, no one of his original flock from Karabor or Shattrath remained. A new one was forming there, but at this point, the anchorite was a shell of his former self.

Nytamuur continued to preach hope and faith to his brethren and adopted families while he hid in Telredor, but by this time, he was no longer believing the sermons he taught; as far as he knew, there is no Army of the Light, or any hope for himself and his fellow draenei. When Prophet Velen returned to gather the draenei to take the Exodar from the sin’dorei-occupied Tempest Keep, Nytamuur was extremely skeptical that this attempt would have any semblance of a positive outcome. Nevertheless, his new flock urged everyone to come along, and so, Nyt fought with his companions as they all ran for the Exodar. He was partially right in his skepticism--the engine was sabotaged by the blood elves just as took the vessel, and the landing in the world of Azeroth resulted in a crash that killed or gravely injured many others. This time around, there were no tears nor any joys--though many are safe, many have also fallen once again. Nytamuur bore no grief as he assisted in burying the fallen draenei in Ammen Vale, and the enthusiasm he had in helping build Argus and Draenor was absolutely absent in Azuremyst Isles. Nyt was seeing a pattern--he builds, he lives, everyone dies or is lost to the Legion. His soul was so numb that he had stopped preaching and healing altogether as he recovered in the Exodar.

As the draenei survivors finally settled into their new home, a glimmer of hope was provided by the night elves and other members of the Alliance as they arrived to integrate their neighbors into their new home--something the orcs didn’t do at all when the draenei arrived in Draenor. At first doubtful of the humans, dwarves, gnomes, and night elves’ integrities--especially because many are so short-lived--the Alliance’s values in justice, honor, and nobility have renewed the weary soul of this anguished anchorite. Thinking that the Army of the Light the Naaru promised could be composed of these beings, Nytamuur finally emerged from his emotional slump to join the Alliance. He travelled with them, learned their languages, picked up their local histories, and even learned how differently the other races worshipped their own deities. Nytamuur even familiarized himself with the humans’ Church of the Holy Light, picking up how the humans and dwarves understood the Light. As the draenei integrated with their new allies, Nytamuur has made a place for himself as a shepherd for a new flock within the Church of the Holy Light, having other races as his brethren as well as draenei. For his time in the Church, he would eventually he would obtain the honorary title of “Father” despite not necessarily being within the Church’s ranks.

The time came for the armies of both the Horde and the Alliance to fight against the Burning Legion in Outland. With a renewed spirit, Nytamuur joined the Alliance armies as a healing cleric, hoping the Army of the Light would finally form and he would provide support. That renewed spirit, however, wore out faster than Nyt would anticipate. Assigned at Honor Hold, Nytamuur would heal the wounded soldiers as well as provide spiritual strength and moral support. Though he gave his all with much exuberant energy, the cycle of wounded and dead would remind Nytamuur of the pattern of death and hopelessness that wore him down before. When aid was requested to bless the departed at the Path of Glory, Nytamuur came along to pray and ease the tormented souls that lingered there. Going there the first time was hard enough, but as the visits became regular, Nytamuur was feeling his anguish return in a far greater scale… especially as he would observe the mind-blowing size of the Path itself and the endless stream of pained souls that begged and cried for him. Rather than continue to wallow in that anguish, the priest requested transfer as to remove himself from the Path as far as possible. Rather than return to Azeroth, Nytamuur chose to head to Shattrath, where he’d be in the presence of A’dal to ease his soul.

As opposed to returning immediately to clerical work, Nytamuur focused on spiritual recovery among the laypeople in Shattrath. There, he prayed day and night, but the voices of the dead haunted his memory through and through. Not even bathing himself in A’dal’s light was enough; in fact, he would realize the comforts of his faith in the Light are all but recurringly short-lived as he’d go through the motions of his increasingly harrowed life. This epiphany, he felt, came shamefully late--much of his loved ones, including his friends, family, and flock, have died. Believing his rocky faith is the reason the Light has left him, Nytamuur spent many of his days within the temple in Shattrat fasting, meditating, praying, and pleading to the Light to return to him. For a while, it seemed to work; Nytamuur would return to aiding the ailing and preaching to the lost without his faith quivering like before. In fact, Nytamuur’s faith seemed to become stronger even as disaster would begin to pile--the voices of the dead would quiet down, and a new flock would form, even including the blood elves that defected the very Prince who sabotaged the draenei’s interdimensional vessel. All notions of personal doubt have been removed, and this faith, fortified by his epiphany, would go through one more test before Nytamuur’s final turning point would begin.

Word reached the anchorite that the Sha’tar has sent its adventurers and soldiers out to the Bone Wastes and into the Auchindoun. Feeling a part of his past anguish and rocking faith was due to unresolved grief from the loss of his family there, Nytamuur came forward as a volunteer to directly aid the adventurers into Auchindoun Crypts despite not having much combat experience. Though repeatedly advised against it and even warned of the fates of the Auchenai down below, Nytamuur’s insistence allowed him to join, thinking those who misspeak of the priests below were mistaken. After braving the Wastes and meeting with the uncorrupted Auchenai there, Nytamuur would rest at the entry into the Crypts before he would join the brave into the dark below. As Nyt didn’t believe the warnings before, he would then--he would watch the maddened acolytes, monks, and soulpriests gather the corpses and while the necromancers would raise the dead. Among the revived dead was Ymaani, with Elerii as a necromancer. Nytamuur did not have long to speak with his wife and son, as the mission objective was to brave the crypts and face Exarch Maladaar. As he was being obstructive to the mission, the priest was dragged out of the crypt and forced to remain at the camp. There, the anchorite stewed over what he saw. He was in complete denial. His faith was still in place… but by this time, it began to warp.

Nytamuur thought and thought. He thought about the Auchenai and their desecration of the dead, the madness they spouted, the void that became of Do’re, and the anguish of Exarch Maladaar. As the party continued to brave the crypts, Nytamuur contemplated on the truth of the Light’s goodness, the promise and leadership of Prophet Velen, and the universal constancy of life and death. Once the mission was complete, Nytamuur aided the folk to the camps, though he would attempt to return to the crypt for answers, especially regarding the state of his family. He would be denied, which furthered his frustration and added to his warping faith. With death coming to him nonstop over the years, Nyt was almost ready to fall into his anguish again, only to recall the epiphany he had before agreeing to come to the Auchenai crypts. So rather than let his faith weaken, it remained fervent… while it warped. Doubts seeped into Nytamuur’s faith without affecting its strength, paradoxically making it stronger while it wavered from the Light. Rather than focus on the Light’s warmth and goodness and the salvation of the Draenei from the Army of the Light, Nytamuur focused on their deceptions and false promises. Perhaps he wasn’t wrong when his faith wavered at all… maybe ‘everyone else’ is wrong. Perhaps what happened to the Auchenai will happen to everyone eventually and that such darkness should be accepted… but he perished the thought as blasphemy. But the seed has been planted, a seed planted by what he saw when he gazed into the void that is despair by the trapped Auchenai. And it was through the Old Gods of Azeroth in which that seed would grow and blossom.

After the excursion into Auchindoun, Nytamuur departed early from the battlefield as to allow himself time to think upon his faith and his place in the cosmos after the Light has failed him so many times. As he would preach to his flock, the words of the Light left only a bitter taste in his mouth. Disdain began to develop as his fellow Draenei and Light worshippers would speak favorably of the Light despite this essence failing them multiple times. Eventually, even the shining presence of A’dal brought nothing but disgust and contempt. At first concerned of these blasphemous thoughts, Nytamuur decided to search them as he left Outland for Azeroth. As the crusades continued before finally coming to an end, Nyt sought spiritual answers regarding the Void and Light’s deception. All he obtained was anger and accusations of heresy. Nytamuur was not satisfied. As the priest began to contemplate challenging the other priests of the Church of the Holy Light in Stormwind, the Scourge came and slaughtered many beneath the King’s noses. For the first time, Nytamuur revelled in the destruction befalling on Stormwind’s natives without remorse. The truth of finality and death came to him as he watched the Necropolis float in the sky. Now seeing what he felt was his true calling, Nytamuur changed his mind in challenging the Church and decided to discreetly usher people to the Void himself, using the lies of the Light--or more correctly, his warped version of the “truth” of the Light--to ease the dying’s souls to the next life. Using his credentials from the Auchindoun mission, Nytamuur placed himself as a cleric for the front lines in Northrend, posing as a healer. By this time, his faith--and his mind--has warped. Under justifications of love and compassion from the Light and the Void, Nytamuur often killed the soldiers under his care rather than heal them, using the war as a disguise to his murders.

As the campaigns in Northrend would go on, the whispers of the Old Ones began reaching the draenei for the first time. Succumbing to the whispers was not met with any resistance at all; as far as Nytamuur knew, these thoughts were his own all along. Dreams of the void and peace in oblivion flooded Nytamuur’s nights and validated his ever-lingering sorrow and disgust at the futility of life. As the push for Icecrown was growing near, Nytamuur one day got up from his cot and followed the visions of Yogg-Saron to a known Twilight’s camp Ulduar. From there, rather than be met with hostility from the Twilight’s Hammer cultists, the lost and somber priest was welcomed in with open arms. Now fully converted to the cause of the Twilight’s Hammer, Nytamuurs pious gusto focused on providing absolute destruction to all life in Azeroth. In a relatively short matter of time, Nytamuur picked up how to convert what leftover faith in the Light he had to the twisted creed serving Oblivion, as well as how to use the Shadow as a mouthpiece of the Old Gods. All of Nyt’s love and compassion to the needy souls of Azeroth have been weaponized to make him a harbinger of death and abolition.

Since Nytamuur was only a fairly new recruit by the time Deathwing took his flight, the draenei did not rise too high of any rank except as a preacher of the Old Ones to existing members and new recruits. When his devotion to the Old Gods were recognized through providing floods and flood of new recruits under his own hands, Nytamuur was raised to the rank of a Twilight High Priest. From there, Nytamuur focused primarily on preaching the cause of the Old Gods to wayward souls seeking purpose, contributing to the rising armies of Azeroth’s destruction. This was his new flock now, with abolition to the Void as the ultimate path of true salvation.

At current, Nytamuur is stationed in Mount Hyjal to aid the Twilight push for Nordrassil and the Well of Eternity. As combat was never his strong suit even today, Nytamuur mostly serves as a double agent for the Guardians of Hyjal as to find new souls to recruit. However, these souls do not belong to aimless wanderers searching for a purpose, but to those who will face the flames of Deathwing to protect all life in Azeroth at the possible expense of their own. Nytamuur knows full well that his mission to the Old Gods could fail at any given time, but he will do all he can to make sure all who suffer the malady known as life will be placed out of their misery. He just needs to be persistent and never give in to the lies he was fed all his life ever again.

Skills and Abilities

As a member of the Twilight’s Hammer, Nytamuur’s existing faith in the Light was twisted to serve the Old Gods’ needs. The compassion and altruisim existent in the Light’s virtues ultimately serve the Old Gods’ mission in bringing forth oblivion; for this reason, Nytamuur’s Light abilities remain intact, just extremely warped in its basis.

However, Nyt’s MO as a Twilight heavily depends on the Shadow, which he will admit is rather inexperienced and still learning. For now, Nyt’s abilities in the Shadow mostly lies in minor mind-control and brainwashing, as well as the focus in fear spells and soul soothings. Nytamuur hardly has any proficiency in using the Shadow to inflict actual harm at current. At the moment, Nytamuur’s present abilities are whatever he would use to recruit and manipulate other people to join the Twilight’s Hammer Cult rather than actually fight anyone who wishes to eradicate them before their goals are complete.

Due to the need to work with Elementals in bringing forth destruction to Azeroth, Nytamuur is picking up Kalimag and its dialects so he could serve as a communicator. It’s still imperfect, but as long as the Shadow is used to aid in linking communicative intent, Nytamuur can likely master the language faster than simply learning the old-fashioned way.

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