Yidhra
Mars Tsosûtiyakûtiyuska
OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION
Intent: Submit a ‘robe’.
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Manufacturer: Yidhra
Model: Nars’ursjontû (Through Tooth and Bone)
Affiliation: Yidhra
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Production: Unique
Material: Alchemized Abyssin and Swokes Swokes, Sheoggoth
Classification: Sacrilege
Weight: 15 kg
Quality: 9
Eyelicious – the red eye of the Abyssin resides on the back of the robe. The black orbs of the Swokes Swokes stare at the world from its shoulders. The many, many eyes of the Sheggoth slither around as they please, green and unblinking.
Give us a kiss – the perennial grin of the Swokes Swokes rests like an elaborate necklace of fanged death around her neck. The mouths of Sheggoth migrate and shift much as its eyes, lingering wherever they may.
All the arms – the clawed limbs of the Abyssin and the Swokes Swokes jut out of the torso in stark contrast to one another. The former has long reach and speed, the latter great strength and endurance. The Sheoggoth will occasionally form short-lived appendages at Yidhra’s behest, usually suited to some particular task that neither of the other creatures can fulfill.
Leg it – in an effort to make up for her own physical shortcomings, the sorceress kept the legs of the Abyssin as well, which allows her to move around with a semblance of coordination and agility.
It’s aliiiive: Though horrendously deformed, the robe is still an amalgamation of sentient creatures. They have limbs and senses and instincts, and they use them.
Kiss my hide: In the process of its creation, Nars’ursjontû underwent tremendous alchemization. Its hide is extremely resistant to most forms of damage, affording Yidhra a high level of protection as she works her magic. The robe can also regenerate lost limbs, though this is by no means a quick process – it takes several days of rest and respite, and thus cannot be done in the middle of combat.
Beacon: The Dark side permeates this cloak down to the very last cell. Its very existence is a crime against nature, and the great suffering of the beasts trapped inside only fuels its lurid presence. Even the most stalwart defenders of the Light will experience violent, visceral agitation the closer they get to Nars’ursjontû.
It’s… alive: The cloak requires a strong mind to wrangle its spliced sentience into submission. In situations where the user’s mental abilities are severely impaired or otherwise impacted, the robes will rebel against their oppressive creator.
Dirty Jedi: Continuous exposure to Force Light will cause the robes to lose their special properties, and could eventually even kill them.
Voided: In Force-nullifying or weakening fields such as those of Ysalamiri or Voidstones, the robes will temporarily lose their special abilities. In practice this means that Yidhra will suddenly be weighed down by several pounds of useless flesh.
Beacon: Nars’ursjontû oozes the Dark side. Any form of stealth is impossible while wearing these robes, and even the weakest of apprentices will be able to sense their presence from far away.
The Sorceress of Athiss is an avid and experienced practitioner of Sith Alchemy. With a wide array of artifacts, sithspawn, and failed experiments under her belt, the Pureblood saw it fit to craft her first crowning project – a marriage of the two.
Nars’ursjontû is as much a milestone for Yidhra herself as it is for the limits of her art. Ever nature-defiling, she has pushed the boundaries even further, weaving together a truly monstrous creation. Three living, breathing, sentient creatures were stitched and molded together throughout a long and arduous process in the sizzling pits of Raekkar dungeons. They have died more times than Darth Vornskr, yet Yidhra dragged them back over the threshold without mercy, imposing will and magic upon their wretched bodies.
Skin separated from flesh separated from ribs, knit together, stretched, reshaped – anything and everything to fit her vision.
Sallow and jaundiced, the sagging hide of the Swokes Swokes seems to merge and flow into the dirty green hues of the Abyssin. The Sheoggoth bubbles through seams and striations all on its own, sprouting an arm here or a leg there depending on its mood and hunger. Striations, teeth and bits of bone mar the slicked, oily surface, eliciting disgust even from a gut of steel.
The robe hisses and claws at its surroundings, sometimes even belching half-broken sentences in High Sith at its enemy. It’s a grotesque sight without a shred of doubt, though an alchemical achievement nonetheless.
It’s simply… very dangerous to appreciate it up close.
