Approach Tyndariai

Marie watched, concerned that the red star remained in the sky - the same red star that had caused so much anguish and heartbreak. Too many had used its light for their own nefarious gains. As she watched from a distance, a two-headed giant erupted from the crypts after the two, necrotic twins. How those two ended up on the side of the gods was a mystery, but the stranger did return life to all who had perished... Was this new god more powerful than Aether? More benevolent than the god she'd chosen to follow? Perhaps not... Perhaps this new god, Tyndariai, just was. Perhaps he was balance - neither good nor evil. The new god was a chimera of sorts, watching the cycle of death and rebirth with two heads. Each one seemed to have its own personality, which was mildly disconcerting on first introduction.

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He chastised the gods for their childish behavior, and Marie had to keep herself from smiling too obviously. 'Twas about time someone with power told the gods to stop their constant arguments which always ended in their followers getting hurt. The crowd began to thin, but Marie watched, wondering if she could help Star even though she had a very (overly) attentive stallion at her side. That was when the god approached, and Marie raised a curious brow. No god had ever paid her much attention before...

<br><br>Justice or revenge? What kind of a question was that? It was far too easy. Marie snorted, brows fully furrowed now over her calva-masked face. "You present this question as if it's difficult," she replied, eyes dancing between the two heads. "Revenge is only more pain. Justice is equitable and righteous. " One of the heads had softer eyes and light markings on his skin. This was the head she appealed to.

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The eyes of the Head of Life look down at Marie, an unblinking gaze behind which lie eons of wisdom. "YOU ARE WISE," the two heads speak in unison, the Head of Death also peering down at Marie. They blink in tandem, four red eyes that seemed to be looking deep into Marie's soul.
Their voice lowers to a pitch that would allow mortal ears to hear more clearly, but their voices still sounded as the voices of many as they spoke: "Your wisdom has not gone unseen," they continue, slowly becoming surrounded by a beam of red light that had no source, "For this, we have granted you Necrosis, that you may extend your wisdom as the Necrosis will extend over your skin."
With a sudden blinding flash, your Ballator is illuminated by red light, and when they open their eyes, squinting against the beam, they find themselves transported to a different location than that of which they were at previously. Tyndariai has disappeared from sight, for now.
Necrosis (Light) has been granted for this Ballator!