Nimue Stormson
Empress of Effekt
Nimue was still in awe as she looked around the entire area, moving about and seeing everything carved in such an elegant manner. Given how old everything looked it was clear this all existed long before Effekt had integrated into the more current technologies of the galaxy. Everything finely carved and built and crafted added to the old wonder of the place. Even where things were destroyed they still held an old beauty to them. Nimue found herself moving further and further back towards the end of Valagrad, eventually coming to what looked like a sort of courtyard with a number of destroyed statues. All looked human-like in appearance but had some odd animal feature to them; some like bird, a hound, a bear, and even one more like horse. There was one still intact, one that looked more like a snake, but sitting there was something that made Nimue's heart skip a beat; making her pull her hood down to fully see it.
A person was there, skin and hair and eyes as pale as the moons. He wore armor that covered all but his arms, yet he didn't seemed bothered by any of the cold air. He seemed old and yet still strong enough to fight, but instead his nose was currently buried within a book. Nimue's storybook. The one that held all the legends and stories inside. As Nimue slowly approached he didn't look up, as if knowing they were there but not acknowledging at first.
Finally he spoke and said "You know your people have always said no man would come this far up Brimgard." He looked up, his eyes pale blue, and added "Though I suppose there's no account for women." Looking to [member="Asterion"] he then added "Or outsiders." He closed the book and stood, saying to the warrior "Yes, I can tell you're not from Effekt. You don't ave the same....smell as they do."
