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|name= Naamit DMVMD-Braggiani
|name= Naamit DMVMD-Braggiani
|caption= "He revels in pain and suffering<br>for they are evidence of life."
|caption=
|image= [[File:Naamit_portrait_by_Tisket_20180521_small.jpg|thumb|center]]
|race= [[Giantman]]
|race= [[Giantman]]
|culture=
|culture=
|class= Harbinger
|class= Harbinger
|profession= [[Bard]]
|profession= [[Bard]]
|religion= Order of [[Mularos]]
|religion= Order of [[Mularos]], Cult of [[Harith_Caerines|Harith]]
|affiliations= Member of [[Silvergate Inn]], [[Order of the Shadow]], [[Hand of the Arkati]]
|affiliations= Member of [[House Brigatta]], [[Order of the Shadow]], [[Hand of the Arkati]], [[Caeruil Atelier]]
|word= Naamit rhymes with Vomit
|word=
|disposition= Peevish and impulsive
|disposition= Peevish
|demeanor= Reserved
|demeanor= Reserved
|ptrait=
|ptrait= Veiled neuroticism
|strait=
|strait=
|flaw= several
|flaw= Several
|strength=
|strength= Prone to violent outbursts
|weakness=
|weakness= Impulsiveness
|habits= shifting weight from one hip to another
|habits= Frowning and shifting her weight
|hobbies= loresinging, writing religious hymns, collecting whips, painting and drawing
|hobbies= Writing hymns, loresinging, and painting
|soft=
|soft= Whips and tea
|likes= whips, tea, blood
|likes= Blood
|dislikes= roses, elves
|dislikes= Roses, Houses of [[Illistim]] and [[Vaalor]]
|fears=
|fears=
|loyalties=
|loyalties= The [[Dark Alliance]]
|friend=
|friend=
|spouse=
|spouse=
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'''Naamit DMVMD-Braggiani ''' (formerly Naamit DMonica) is a [[giantman]] [[bard]] and devout follower of [[Mularos]]. She resides at an estate outside the elven city of [[Ta'Illistim]]. She is an avid collector of whips and among her extensive collection, [[Holy Scourge]] is the most famous. She took the last name Braggiani in deference to apparent [[human]] ancestry in her bloodline, which she discovered after obtaining the legendary weapon.
'''Naamit DMVMD-Braggiani ''' (formerly DMonica) is a [[giantman]] [[bard]] and devout follower of [[Mularos]]. She resides at an estate outside the elven city of [[Ta'Illistim]]. She is an avid collector of whips and among her extensive collection, [[Holy Scourge]] is the most famous. She took the last name Braggiani in deference to apparent [[human]] ancestry in her bloodline, which she confirmed after obtaining the legendary weapon.


Described by some as ''an iron fist in a silken glove'', Naamit is both charismatic and ruthless. She has a particular dislike for the smell of roses and if left long enough, the scent will drive her into a maddened rage. She is keenly interested in learning secrets so [[Loresinging]] is a natural fit for her. Naamit does not, however, sing for pleasure or audience.
Described by some as ''an iron fist in a silken glove'', Naamit is both charismatic and ruthless. She has a particular dislike for the smell of [[Eryael_Ladrinyth|roses]] and if left long enough, the scent will drive her into a maddened rage. She is keenly interested in learning secrets so [[Loresinging]] is a natural fit for her. Naamit does not, however, sing for pleasure or audience.


Naamit is a Master Painter.
Naamit is a Master Painter.
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== '''History''' ==
== '''History''' ==


Naamit arrived to the lands late in 5096 and took up residence in Wehnimer's Landing. She was married to Lord Tabalt Valkiryan, a dwarven warrior, until his unexpected death following a lucrative business deal in 5097. In the summer of 5098, she married Lord Reveko Mwani, a giantman ranger, to solidify a business venture, however he vanished under questionable circumstances sometime thereafter. She moved to Ta'Illistim in 5101, but still owns property in Wehnimer's Landing. Naamit was given the ''mark of Mularos'' in the form of a scar upon her neck on 23 Charlatos, 5102, presumably by the [[Eryael_Ladrinyth | Painlord Eryael ]] just prior to his arrival to Ta'Illistim as part of the [[Griffin Sword Saga]]. She fought on the side of the [[Dark Alliance]] during the [[Griffin Sword War]] and grew close to Harith Caerines, the self-ascribed ''Whip of Mularos''. Harith appointed Naamit as proxy ''Whip'', in the event unfortunate circumstances befell her, which they eventually did. Naamit rescued Harith's soul (albeit temporarily) from the Pale in 5103, but was unable to maintain control of Ta'Illistim in Harith's stead.
Rumored to have been born on Eorgaen 12, 5061, Naamit took up residence in Wehnimer's Landing in 5096. She was married to Lord Tabalt Valkiryan, a dwarven warrior, until his unexpected death following a lucrative business deal in the following year. In the summer of 5098, she married Lord Reveko Mwani, a giantman ranger, to solidify a business venture, however he vanished under questionable circumstances sometime thereafter. She moved to Ta'Illistim in 5101, but still owns property in Wehnimer's Landing. Naamit was given the ''mark of Mularos'' in the form of a scar upon her neck on 23 Charlatos, 5102, presumably by the [[Eryael_Ladrinyth | Painlord Eryael ]] just prior to his arrival to Ta'Illistim. She fought on the side of the [[Dark Alliance]] during the [[Griffin Sword War]] and grew close to [[Harith Caerines]], the self-ascribed ''Whip of Mularos''. Harith appointed Naamit as proxy ''Whip'', in the event unfortunate circumstances befell her, which they eventually did. Naamit rescued Harith's soul (albeit temporarily) from [[The Pale|the Pale]] in 5103, but was unable to maintain control of Ta'Illistim in Harith's stead. She also formed a close friendship with [[Ysharra Nagorn|Ysharra]], and their affinity persists beyond the pain of time.


Naamit previously led a cult known as the Harem Dzosch; the group faded into obscurity upon her disappearance sometime between 5104 and 5106.
Naamit previously led a cult known as the Harem Dzosch; the group faded into obscurity upon her disappearance sometime between 5104 and 5106.


Naamit returned to the Elven Nations in 5116 after a decade-long journey of searching for any possible remnant of her former mentor, Harith. She took up residence at an estate outside the elven city of [[Ta'Illistim]] and restarted a small, but rewarding private business there. She was officially recognized as a Master Painter in Ivastaen, 5117, and granted Grand Lady status in Lumnea of the same year. Naamit was briefly bonded to Heartfire Durden, a giantman guardian, following a bloodbath in the Duskruin Arena trials of Phoenatos, 5117.
Naamit returned to the Elven Nations in 5116 after a decade-long journey of searching for any possible remnant of her former mentor, Harith. She took up residence at an estate outside the elven city of [[Ta'Illistim]] and restarted a small, but rewarding private business there. She was officially recognized as a Master Painter in Ivastaen, 5117, and granted Grand Lady status in Lumnea of the same year. Naamit was briefly bonded to Heartfire Durden, a giantman guardian, following a bloodbath in the Duskruin Arena trials of Phoenatos, 5117.

In the year 5118, Naamit acquired a piece of [[Black ora jewelry|black ora]] shaped curiously like the hilt of her whip; the antithetical artifact turned her neck to ruin, rendering her singing voice to sound like the piercing wail of a banshee. Storms are said to precede her arrival ever since. Naamit also took on a startlingly younger appearance upon completion of a [[A Healing Process|savage]] business deal.

As 5119 came screaming in and with flesh renewed, she forged a sanguine bond with a Meek (protector of balance) named [[Aahlara]], or ''The Bloody'', who presides over the Blood World version of an [[Elanthia|Elanthian]] alternate reality. The [[blood eagle]] Meek gave her a special device that would cause the Fallen Meek named [[Nazhor]] great harm. On Lumnea 15, Naamit confronted and killed Nazhor, after solving a series of complex puzzles meant to shield his location but she did not use the device the Blood had created. On Koaratos 22, he indeed returned with demons at his side, just as he'd sworn he would as he lay dying some months prior. With aid of the Blood nullifying agent, adventurers were able to oust Nazhor and silence him once and for all, solidifying the seat of a new Meek, [[Elspie]], in this dimension. By helping the adventurers, Naamit lost access both to ''The Bloody'', as well as Harith, who yet lived on in that dimension.

As 5119 drew to a close however, Naamit's appearance began to wane once again.


== '''Appearance''' ==
== '''Appearance''' ==
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: You see Mistress Naamit DMVMD-Braggiani the Harbinger of the Harrows.
: You see Mistress Naamit DMVMD-Braggiani the Harbinger of the Harrows.
: She appears to be a Giantman.
: She appears to be a Giantman.
: She is shorter than average. She appears to be in her golden years. She has piercing vibrant green eyes and pale, alabaster skin. She has thick locks of long, glossy black hair flowing down her back beneath the drape of a sparkling black lace mantilla. She has an angular face, a prominent nose and a fleshy, muscular build with generously proportioned hips. She has a myriad of thin chain-shaped scars running across her exposed flesh.
: She is shorter than average. She appears to have come of age. She has piercing vibrant green eyes and pale, alabaster skin. She has thick locks of long, black hair tortuously braided beneath a black lace mantilla ensnared in the spines of a hawthorn coronal. She has an angular face, a prominent nose and a fleshy, muscular build with generously proportioned hips. She has a myriad of thin chain-shaped scars running across her exposed flesh.
: She has a deep black cuff of finely polished glaes in the middle of her nose, a deep black ring of finely polished glaes in her lip, a faint scar on her neck, some blackout cross-like ink extending from the neck downward past her collarbone, and a tattoo of a crimson heart pierced with a silver dagger on her chest.
: She has a deep black cuff of finely polished glaes in the middle of her nose, a deep black ring of finely polished glaes in her lip, a faint scar on her neck, some cross-like blackwork extending from the neck downward past her collarbone, and a tattoo of a crimson heart pierced with a silver dagger on her chest.
: She is holding a barbed white ora whip with a cross-like handle in her right hand and a red chaos whip in her left hand.
: She has terrible scars from some serious neck injury.
: She is wearing a writhing black ora cross, a sable lambswool cloak trimmed with ebon-tipped ermine tails, an hourglass girdle of gilt-marbled alabaster silk over a daringly cut sable gown of lush burnt velvet, and some two-toned damask chopines set on black coral heels.
: She is holding a barbed white ora whip with a cross-like handle in her right hand.
: She is wearing a leather-hung gnarled bone amulet, a writhing black ora cross, a trailing crimson velvet cloak with a broad mantle of black-speckled white ermine, a black iron symbol wrapped in white leather and embossed with a blood-red heart, a severely v-necked incarnadine faille gown bordered in ebon velvet, a deep black bracelet of finely polished glaes, a firm hourglass girdle of black onyx samite, a stiff black leather bag, a flounced black petticoat, and a pair of elevated ashen leather boots set on grooved obsidian heels.


== '''Publications and Assorted Stories''' ==
== '''Biographic excerpts''' ==


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| <strong>'''Descent, a window into the [[The Nazhor Chronicles|Nazhor Chronicles]]'''</strong>
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'''Descent I -- Early Lumnea, 5119'''
Naamit struggled to make it back that evening. Her body was broken and mind laid to waste. But made it, she did. She had to. Sacrifice was an exigent rite.

She was bound to...
''Where?''

Night sank around her as she lowered herself into the hot spring that feeds Wraithenmist, yet her worries were not washed away so easily. Nazhor. She could have bound and nullified him. Or whipped him harder and pressed for information. Why did he thank her as his body hit the floor? Why did she ki.. Damn, the way those lifeless ale brown eyes stared back at her. Should she be proud of herself now? She hadn't even used the trick the Adversary had given her. She didn't feel very proud. Instead, she was filled with foreboding doom and the keen sense her brain was deeply addled. But knowing everything was wrong meant she wasn't mad, right? Wrong. She should have done many things.

She was bound to...
''What?''

But some things did make sense, and that was what she learned: Nazhor would be back. A ''Reckoning'' was at hand and demons waited in the wings. Elspie also required help to ascend and it needed to come in the form of others. ''Foci for her power.'' Nearly two months had passed since Darcena learned her past and the door to Nazhor's laboratory had been revealed. Nearly fifty days had passed since Elspie took up the challenge. Naamit hadn't even the capacity to count properly when she told Elspie about the renewed sense of urgency. But she knew, if Elspie failed, Nazhor would regain his position. Naamit knew she couldn't let this happen.

She was bound to...
''When?''

Naamit ducked beneath the warm water, wondering who Nazhor's acolytes had been. She watched the amber lanterns waver as her air supply dwindled, their scant light distorted by the ripples above her. His shadows were everywhere, dancing even there, just beyond the hawthorn boughs. She considered naming them as her breath expired. Bubbles escaped her lips as she whispered underwater, ''"needful little things."''

She was bound to...
''Who?''

She rose from the spring and descended deep within the mountain, clad in nothing but darkness. Down, down, down. But the demons followed. Naamit prepared herself for the rite and pierced her shoulders with the razern hooks. She swore she saw them, ''Little, Things, and Needful'', there in the shadows as they skirted the brazier's light. It couldn't be. Not here in the shrine of her Master. But still, she felt something watching her as she hung like a bird, suspended by the meat hooks driven neatly into her flesh. Crimson luminescence flitted upward from the cracked glaes orb upon the shrine's altar in response to the blood dribbling down her back, readily receiving her sacrifice.

''"Blood? Are you there?"''

The silence grew deafening as the shadows crept ever closer.



'''Descent II -- Early Koratos, 5119'''
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Naamit struggled to sleep that evening. Sacrifice was an exigent rite and her mind just hadn't been with it. Hadn't been with it for days. Something was missing.

She was missing...
Where?

Night sank around her as she lowered herself into the hot spring that fed an unfamiliar place and her worries were not washed away even with the passing of the midnight hour. Knowing everything was wrong meant she wasn't bad, right? Wrong. She should have done many things. She should have done many things differently.

She was missing...
What?

Feeling nothing but regret after the moment when triumph had struck left her deeply disturbed. Was that the same feeling the Crimson Hawk felt when he slayed her sister? Did the man go mad, or believe himself a hero? And yet it was for naught: the hole in her heart was too great. The portion of her soul, once sacrificed and now lost forever. She should have known better. ''Oh Harith. How I love thee even still.''

She was missing...
When?

The needful little things upon the Isle. So helpless and incapable of doing what was needed. But what they needed wasn't necessarily in her best interest, either. Not then, and clearly not now. Such a curious conundrum. If only they could be put to a better purpose with a more focused cause.

She was missing...
Who?

She rose from the spring and knelt upon a flat rock in the adjacent weeds and selected several bulrush. Plucking the tender stalks, she soaked their lengths in the water and braided them into a makeshift flog and began a second nightly ritual. The little lash barely left a red mark, despite her best intentions. So, she located a small, jagged rock and began to flay her flesh upon the soles of her feet. And yet she felt nothing. Dipping hand into pool, she cupped a fist of sand and rubbed it into her wounds. Still, nothing. On hands and knees, she bashed her own face upon her perch in desperation. Once. twice, three times, and then: **CRUNCH.** Ocular socket and nose fractured, blood began to flow from her face and mar the wet boulder beneath her and then she collapsed.

In a faint but harsh voice Naamit croaked, ''"Blood? Are you there?"''

The silence grew deafening, pierced only by the quiet cries of her own lonesome sobbing as her pleas went unmet and unanswered.



'''Tune for your thoughts? -- Late Koaratos, 5119'''
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Naamit enters the tavern and orders a drink. Tea. So typical. She selects a barrel chair across the way and watches the bartender squeamishly help another customer with a bowl of viscous broth. "Heard any new news, friend?" No response.

Naamit watches the bartender hum idly to himself without rhyme or reason as he moves on to sweep the floor of his tavern needlessly. She mutters bitterly, "Needful. Little. Things." The shadows knew she knew, she saw them looming overhead as she inspected the damage to Socius's office. She sips her tea, ruminating over the destruction she found in Hale Hall. "TOO FAR," those words seemed to read, though clearly the implements used to scrawl those plank walls were not suitable for further explanation. Pity.

Catching the man between his chores, she offers, "Say, let me teach you a tune. It ought to be easy enough to pick up."

Naamit skillfully croons, "Hmmm hmhm Hmmm... Hm mmhm mmhm Hmm Hmmmm."

Greth pays her little mind as she repeats the simple troll once, twice, and a third time. He goes on to assist other customers, nodding to a trio of half-elven women as he is always wont to do.

Tea finished, Naamit rises from the barrel chair and strolls out the doors, a perfect little angry death march sustained upon her pursed lips.


'''Descent III -- Late Koaratos, 5119'''
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Naamit slumps down at her rosewood desk and began to pen a letter. Brow furrowed deeply, lips turned down, leaving it clear she was a jumble of anger, resentment, disappointment and loss.

"Dear Socius, I want to let you know.."

Does he even care? She struck through the few words, crumpled up the letter and tossed it into the wastebasket, only to begin anew. Pleasant fragrance from the cup of tea beside her filtered past her nostrils invitingly, but she ignored its wanton offering.

"Socius, come back. You cannot aban..."

Would he even get the letter? She struck through the few words, crumpled up the letter and tossed it into the wastebasket, only to begin anew. Her quill pressed far too hard to the parchment, she scratched a few short words:

"Socius. You F...!"

No. no he wouldn't. And there was nothing more to be said.

Naamit rose from her desk, folding the paper in half, then tore it in two. She tossed each end into the fireplace, but the right half missed its mark, fluttering to the front of the hearth, safe from imminent immolation. The sequestered word scrawled upon the scrap burned against her eyes with the smoldering backdrop, worse than the red rage that gnawed at her heart and her gut.

It stared right back at her mockingly, as if the inanimate object was capable of such bizarre indignation. That word...

"FOOL"

And with that, there was nothing more to be rote.



'''Descent IV -- Early Imaerasta, 5119'''
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[Darkened Hall, Oculus]
This space is perfectly round, with a gently sloping ceiling that rises to a small opening at its peak. Through this opening, the light outside comes through and strikes a deeply-flawed crystal mounted in the floor. The floor underneath is firmly packed dirt, and the walls are sheer stone, but the room is curiously bereft of the echoes one would expect from such a space. her also see a narrow doorway.
Obvious exits: none.

Naamit turned her albumen dagger toward her heart and bowed her head, eyes cast downward.

Naamit growled, "Blood, hear my call! A sacrifice, I give you!"

With careful precision, Naamit used her albumen dagger to slice a long, deep line across her left palm. Blood immediately pooled along the surface of the cut. She retrieved a piece of parchment from her bag and clenched her fist upon it, adding to the sanguine stain already present upon its wax-sealed grain.

Albumen dagger held high, Naamit threw her head back, arching her body severely as she released a heathen scream -- She then plunged the dagger into her her heart!

Gurgling gasps replace her heretical howl, as she collapsed upon the crystal. Naamit harshly croaks, "So that we may finish what we started..."

As her light faded, the blood from her mortal wound seeped into the deeply flawed crystal positioned centrally in the chamber, filling its once-empty heart with a freshly sanguine, viscous core.

The bloodstained parchment fell from her fleeting grasp and disintegrated before hitting the floor, winking out of existence with the same wrenching anguish from which it had been borne. Nothingness ensued for quite some time as the woman laid dead, the susurrus of a constant rain reverberating through the Oculus.

And then at last, midnight struck and the distant screech of an avian presence broke through the din.



'''Descent V -- Late Imaerasta, 5119'''
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Naamit returned to her estate in the far northeast region of the DragonSpine in the early hours of Volnes. Nothing about Restday had gone as hoped, save for her absence on the Isle of Four Winds. She couldn't bear to watch the culmination of her actions. Providing them with the key to nullify Nazhor, was the right decision in the eyes of some. In the hole where her own heart and soul languish, it was dead wrong.

The blood eagle meek known as Aahlara was Naamit's kindred spirit. Blood they each called themselves, in an existence where this-world Naamit was likely meant to reign. They gave to each other, and cared for each other -- insofar as any Blood truly could. Eye to eye, the two souls met and found a common bond. But they had to FEED. They had to FEED the bond, despite the connection. It was a delicate dance rife with pain, carefully sowed through nights of anguish toward a common goal. A loyalty of the heart.

Naamit recalled an argument she had when Ceyrin confronted her over a business matter. His words bit at her, as she'd laid bare her soul: "''I'm sorry that you've never truly experienced love"''

How wrong he was, for the price of progress was steep.

Naamit disrobed and approached the hot spring, her former mentor Harith keenly on her mind. She traced the steps of her descent with each inch of the water rising as the heat baked into her fresh scars. The blood rite was seen as blasphemous to tender minds. For better or worse, they only knew the half of it and had seen a mild demonstration of the months of sacrifice she endured.

They didn't understand what she had sacrificed so balance could be restored.

Harith lived on in the Blood world as Aahlara confirmed, when first they met in the parallel world. By calling on Blood and forging that bond, by resetting the balance, Naamit could no longer cling to a hope--no longer grasp onto a dream that she and her mentor, Harith Caerines, would be reunited in the world of her kindred spirit, Blood. And in the process, she lost another bond. Now that the rift was repaired, Aahlara the Bloody and Harith the Whip of Mularos were gone from her forever.

Hope and Love: the ultimate sacrifices she could give.
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== '''Publications and assorted stories''' ==

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| <strong>'''Hymns for the Pierced of Heart.''' ''self-published, 5119''</strong>
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You see a small white suede volume. Bound into the volume are some pages of pale vellum.
>read vol
The page, written in Common, reads as follows:

Praised be Mularos!

Hear ye, those who shall stand with us: the pain we endure provides him succor. Flay your flesh in the name of the Master and you shall find joy and ambition in life, for suffering is your pleasure and duty. We shall use all available means to secure and embolden His prowess and dominion, for His will is our purpose in life.

Sing daily for His praise with these hymns and words of devotion.
Let not the silence become deafening.

Mistress Naamit DMVMD-Braggiani
Harbinger of the Harrows
Cantor of Mularos
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{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| <strong>'''Mularosian Cadance.''' ''[[Gloumerrick]] Publishing House, 5103''</strong>
| <strong>'''Mularosian Cadance.''' ''[[Gloumerrick]] Publishing House, 5103''</strong>
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For some reason, (one which I care not to speculate on too heavily lest it be grossly incorrect) Kai specifically took a disliking for Mularos and thus Kai sought to destroy him. Mularos was set to the rack and given lashings by Kai's favored minions. It was enough to destroy most anyone; yet oddly, Mularos did not perish. He was wounded, doubt you not! After a time, with each lashing, he grew from the suffering. When it was announced to Kai that his methods were appearing unsuccessful, he sought the assistance of his brother Phoen. In turn, Phoen suggested a visit to Eonak, metalsmith of the Arkati, for further assistance.
For some reason, (one which I care not to speculate on too heavily lest it be grossly incorrect) Kai specifically took a disliking for Mularos and thus Kai sought to destroy him. Mularos was set to the rack and given lashings by Kai's favored minions. It was enough to destroy most anyone; yet oddly, Mularos did not perish. He was wounded, doubt you not! After a time, with each lashing, he grew from the suffering. When it was announced to Kai that his methods were appearing unsuccessful, he sought the assistance of his brother Phoen. In turn, Phoen suggested a visit to Eonak, metalsmith of the Arkati, for further assistance.


In the meantime, Mularos continued growing from the repeated torture and broke free of his bonds and moved to strike out as Kai! M'Lord struck him such a blow, such an infliction, that Kai was fairly undone for a time. As a result of his own actions, Mularos was further empowered. But not done is the tale, for Phoen saw the happenings and sought out Eonak himself. Phoen rushed to Eonak with a plan for some enclosure to keep Mularos from destroying them all (mind you, Phoen failed to relay the whole story to Eonak). Disgusted with what had transpired, the metalsmith set to create the cell of Phoen's request- One that would keep Mularos at bay for all time.
In the meantime, Mularos continued growing from the repeated torture and broke free of his bonds and moved to strike out at Kai! M'Lord struck him such a blow, such an infliction, that Kai was fairly undone for a time. As a result of his own actions, Mularos was further empowered. But not done is the tale, for Phoen saw the happenings and sought out Eonak himself. Phoen rushed to Eonak with a plan for some enclosure to keep Mularos from destroying them all (mind you, Phoen failed to relay the whole story to Eonak). Disgusted with what had transpired, the metalsmith set to create the cell of Phoen's request- One that would keep Mularos at bay for all time.


A trap was set; Mularos was captured and then forced into the cell forged by Eonak. Shortly thereafter, Mularos nearly escaped as his strengthening power had been underestimated by the metalsmith. Eonak couldn't let his creation be undermined that easily, no! He reinforced the tomb with glaes, a magical volcanic glass, and placed upon this tomb, a lock of the strongest magical material he could possibly create. The chamber was placed in the Sea of Fire, a desert region rather well-visited by the likes of the Sun. This place was chosen so that a close eye could be kept on the chamber to ensure Mularos would not again escape. The tomb was so strong that indeed, Mularos could not escape. Due to the translucent nature of the material Eonak used to reinforce the tomb, Phoen's fury literally baked Mularos's flesh for half of each day!
A trap was set; Mularos was captured and then forced into the cell forged by Eonak. Shortly thereafter, Mularos nearly escaped as his strengthening power had been underestimated by the metalsmith. Eonak couldn't let his creation be undermined that easily, no! He reinforced the tomb with glaes, a magical volcanic glass, and placed upon this tomb, a lock of the strongest magical material he could possibly create. The chamber was placed in the Sea of Fire, a desert region rather well-visited by the likes of the Sun. This place was chosen so that a close eye could be kept on the chamber to ensure Mularos would not again escape. The tomb was so strong that indeed, Mularos could not escape. Due to the translucent nature of the material Eonak used to reinforce the tomb, Phoen's fury literally baked Mularos's flesh for half of each day!
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By way of [[Artist%27s_Easel|a painting easel]].
By way of [[Artist%27s_Easel|a painting easel]].
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<section begin=painting />'''A Bench Painting
| <strong>'''Portraiture'''</strong>
:Slanted at an angle with no regard for perspective, the bench on the canvas would likely roll its occupants to the ground were it real.
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:In the Common language, it reads:
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:"Sit With Me" -- by Naamit

'''A Heroic Giantkin Male Portrait
'''A Heroic Giantkin Male Portrait
:Standing valiantly in the foreground of the painting with his foot planted atop a deceased six-headed maple turkey king is the image of a giantkin man gazing across an open field, his black craquemarte raised high above his head. Grey swirls are lightly sketched across an open black sky, and a full moon's faint outline is scarcely visible beneath the veil of ominous-looking clouds.
:Standing valiantly in the foreground of the painting with his foot planted atop a deceased six-headed maple turkey king is the image of a giantkin man gazing across an open field, his black craquemarte raised high above his head. Grey swirls are lightly sketched across an open black sky, and a full moon's faint outline is scarcely visible beneath the veil of ominous-looking clouds.
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:"Measure of Progress, 51170430" -- by Naamit
:"Measure of Progress, 51170430" -- by Naamit


'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
'''a pewter fillet-framed painting
:The painting is a monochromatic red, ranging from a murky sanguine hue to pale carmine in the highlights. A tall and robust giantman stares blankly ahead without emotion. His left hand sits aloft on the hip and his stance is curiously wide. A massive craquemarte is held firmly in the figure's right hand, though angled downward toward a heap of dead elves at its feet. Deeply scrawled, stylized flames mar the pile of bodies in bottom third of the image.
:The painting is a monochromatic red, ranging from a murky sanguine hue to pale carmine in the highlights. A tall and robust giantman stares blankly ahead without emotion. His left hand sits aloft on the hip and his stance is curiously wide. A massive craquemarte is held firmly in the figure's right hand, though angled downward toward a heap of dead elves at its feet. Deeply scrawled, stylized flames mar the pile of bodies in bottom third of the image.
:In the Common language, it reads:
:In the Common language, it reads:
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'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
:The description of this image is unavailable, however a corroded, greenish patina covers the gold frame giving it a less than prestigious appearance.
:The three-by-three square painting is a mostly monochromatic, murky sanguine hue. Silhouettes of shattered swords and shields are scored one over the next in the highly texturized artwork, revealing a confusing underpainting of black and white striations. High gloss tracery along the edges of some shards makes them visually pop amid the geometric chaos. Two tally marks in thick-bodied raw sienna stand out in the lower left.
:In the Common language, it reads:
:In the Common language, it reads:
:"Vibrato I, 51170430" -- by Naamit
:"Ivastaen Rising, 51170503" -- by Naamit


'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
:The painting is a monochromatic red, ranging from a murky sanguine hue to pale carmine in the highlights. The artwork is mostly devoid of imagery, save for a small, balled up child staring blankly ahead who is tucked away in the distant corner of an otherwise stark room. An off-kilter window sill is painted around a hunk of reflective material affixed to the canvas on the right, while heavy striations along the foreground suggest rotting wood floors.
:The description of this image is unavailable, however a corroded, greenish patina covers the gold frame giving it a less than prestigious appearance.
:In the Common language, it reads:
:In the Common language, it reads:
:"Ivastaen Rising, 51170503" -- by Naamit
:"Watch Her, 51170505" -- by Naamit


'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
:The painting is a monochromatic red, ranging from a murky sanguine hue to pale carmine in the highlights. A woman's round, closed-eyed visage hangs immediately beneath the conjoined bough of two haphazardly drooping yews. The trees' roots climb back upward with long, crooked appendages that grasp for the curiously suspended face. A stream of tiny ravens swoop out from beneath the moon, skirting between the scraggy woody fingers and right toward the foreground.
:The painting is a monochromatic red, ranging from a murky sanguine hue to pale carmine in the highlights. An aged human man with long hair that is lighter hair at the temples, kneels in a three-quarter pose. Cradled in his palms just before his sculpted carmine leather cuirass is the wrist of another, whose forearm extends off to the left edge of the image as if it was the viewer's own. His posture shows restraint, yet moonlit eyes reveal considerable interest in the bloodied appendage before him.
:In the Common language, it reads:
:In the Common language, it reads:
:"Lucidity I, 51170505" -- by Naamit
:"Whet I, 51170509" -- by Naamit


'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
:The painting is a monochromatic red, ranging from a murky sanguine hue to pale carmine in the highlights. The artwork is mostly devoid of imagery, save for a small, balled up child staring blankly ahead who is tucked away in the distant corner of an otherwise stark room. An off-kilter window sill is painted around a hunk of reflective material affixed to the canvas on the right, while heavy striations along the foreground suggest rotting wood floors.
:The painting is a monochromatic red, ranging from a murky sanguine hue to pale carmine in the highlights and is rendered in first-person view. The foreground contains a pair of scarred and shapely thighs that are bent at the knee. Rows of unintelligible scrawling mars the subject's left leg. The raised platform of a chopine is visible far to the right, suggesting the subject is haphazardly slumped on the ground. Atop the knees rests a similarly scarred, thick right arm and utterly limp, outstretched hand.
:In the Common language, it reads:
:In the Common language, it reads:
:"Watch Her, 51170505" -- by Naamit
:"Tribulation I, 51170513" -- by Naamit


'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
:The painting is a monochromatic red, ranging from a murky sanguine hue to pale carmine in the highlights. Propped up against a chaise is the image of a limbless halfling male, his eyes turned outward in a sultry gaze. Painted across the canvas backdrop are rows of severed fingers topped with brilliant flames, the light reflected perfectly in the model's eyes. A voluminous pastry is perched to the far end of the tiny chaise, obviously out of reach.
:The artwork is a composed of flexible willow switches wound and manipulated one over the next in a web-like lattice suspended in thick layers of crimson beeswax. A convoluted motif of chevrons is carved back through the wax in low bas-relief, which culminates in the lower left where a shriveled, sickly blossom is embedded deep within the image's honeyed surface. The golden frame is heavily abraded.
:In the Common language, it reads:
:In the Common language, it reads:
:"Muffin Man II, 51170514
:"Waning I, 51170507" -- by Naamit


'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
:The painting is a monochromatic red, ranging from a murky sanguine hue to pale carmine in the highlights. A ribcage and spine, devoid of meat and organs, grace the center of the canvas. The vertebrae are assembled in a crooked fashion while the right ribs are bent outward at an unusual angle. A deflated assemblage of what might be skin is piled at the bottom of the image alongside a trail of viscera. Bone shards are carefully arranged along the painting's golden frame.
:The painting is a monochromatic red, ranging from a murky sanguine hue to pale carmine in the highlights. Dark and moody, the scene takes place in what might be a cellar, though the audacious creatures milling about make it suspect. Far to the left, a small, hobbled halfling watches greedily as a slender female elf is being roasted alive in the foreground. The unfortunate spectacle must be thanks to a human wizard standing near the rear, whose flame-enshrouded hands stand out amidst the haze.
:In the Common language, it reads:
:In the Common language, it reads:
:"Inside I, 51170507" -- by Naamit
:"Collaboration I, 51170520" -- by Naamit Braggiani


'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
:The description of this image is unavailable.
:The painting is a monochromatic red, ranging from a murky sanguine hue to pale carmine in the highlights. An aged human man with long hair that is lighter hair at the temples, kneels in a three-quarter pose. Cradled in his palms just before his sculpted carmine leather cuirass is the wrist of another, whose forearm extends off to the left edge of the image as if it was the viewer's own. His posture shows restraint, yet moonlit eyes reveal considerable interest in the bloodied appendage before him.
:In the Common language, it reads:
:In the Common language, it reads:
:"Whet I, 51170509" -- by Naamit
:"Handsman I, 51170520" -- by Naamit Braggiani


'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
:The painting is a monochromatic red, ranging from a murky sanguine hue to pale carmine in the highlights and is rendered in first-person view. The foreground contains a pair of scarred and shapely thighs that are bent at the knee. Rows of unintelligible scrawling mars the subject's left leg. The raised platform of a chopine is visible far to the right, suggesting the subject is haphazardly slumped on the ground. Atop the knees rests a similarly scarred, thick right arm and utterly limp, outstretched hand.
:The painting is a monochromatic red, ranging from a murky sanguine hue to pale carmine in the highlights. The gaping maw of an undead hippopotamus consumes the majority of the image. In place of the typical flat teeth are rows upon rows vicious incisors upon which a fat, bloated tongue lays listlessly off-center. Treated with high gloss, tendrils of dark fluid trickle from its slack mouth. A web of cartilage and rotting flesh hangs over its upper jaw representing what once was a snout.
:In the Common language, it reads:
:In the Common language, it reads:
:"Tribulation I, 51170513" -- by Naamit
:"Curious Creature I, 51170521" -- by Naamit Braggiani


'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
:The painting is a monochromatic red, ranging from a murky sanguine hue to pale carmine in the highlights. The landscape image closes in on a defaced stone crest of the House of Illistim. The veiny, marble symbol is in three pieces; the first is heavily scored, the second seems scorched, and the third portion is speckled with a deep sanguine. Gravel ground surrounds the ruined medallion, which leads off to the distance where chunks of stone are strewn about in this scene of mass architectural destruction.
:The painting is a monochromatic red, ranging from a murky sanguine hue to pale carmine in the highlights. It features the visage of a young gnome, however a crazed rolton with snakes for horns gnaws at the man's riotously curled hair. Stubby fingers stretched upright before him, the subject's attempted jab is suspended mid-attack. Whether the strike would make purchase at his own forehead or that of the creature's is unclear; twisted cloth adhered across the figure's eyes distorts the perspective.
:In the Common language, it reads:
:In the Common language, it reads:
:"Vibrato II, 51170513" -- by Naamit
:"Curious Creature II, 51170522" -- by Naamit Braggiani


'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
:The painting is a monochromatic red, ranging from a murky sanguine hue to pale carmine in the highlights. Propped up against a chaise is the image of a limbless halfling male, his eyes turned outward in a sultry gaze. Painted across the canvas backdrop are rows of severed fingers topped with brilliant flames, the light reflected perfectly in the model's eyes. A voluminous pastry is perched to the far end of the tiny chaise, obviously out of reach.
:The painting is a monochromatic red, ranging from a murky sanguine hue to pale carmine in the highlights. The rear view of a robust elven man is depicted in desolation without background nor context. His arms and legs are stretched mercilessly wide at angles slightly off from each corner of the image. The man's head is shorn and hangs listlessly. Heavy stippling in a high gloss is splashed across the subject's back, while dark tendrils encircle each leg, licking at his hips and posterior.
:In the Common language, it reads:
:In the Common language, it reads:
:"Subject I, 51170526" -- by Naamit Braggiani
:"Muffin Man II, 51170514


'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
:This artist's proof is a monochromatic red, ranging from a murky sanguine hue to pale carmine in the highlights. Focused on a massive vat, only the matted scruff of a creature's head is visible above the steaming, burbling surface. A small, withered arm several missing fingers is flopped lifelessly over the edge of the vessel. The foreground is taken up by vaguely rendered heaps of herbs, an assortment of butcher's knives, a pair of wine glasses, and an artfully posed dead hare.
:The painting is a monochromatic red, ranging from a murky sanguine hue to pale carmine in the highlights. It is a desolate and isolated scene composed of a man kneeling, with head bowed. The background is dark, while a hazy ray of light filters down to highlight the man's bare back. His flesh is crisscrossed with terrible scars. Just barely visible in the shadows is the faint outline of a pair of eyes that are directed toward the subject.
:In the Common language, it reads:
:In the Common language, it reads:
:"Cover for Cookbook, 51170520" -- by Naamit Braggiani
:"Subject II, 51170528" -- by Naamit Braggiani


'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
:The horizontal, oval-shaped painting is mostly monochromatic red, ranging from a murky sanguine hue to pale carmine in the highlights. Tall and short, a woman and man are facing each other, necks outstretched yet devoid of emotion. The young half-elven woman's flesh is heavily scarred and a large black bird is crouched on her back. Meanwhile, the dwarven man's shoulders sag under the weight of a massive horseshoe hung around his neck. Matted into the surface of the painting are gobs of dark red hair.
:The description of this image is unavailable, however the frame is dulled to minimize distraction from the imagery.
:In the Common language, it reads:
:In the Common language, it reads:
:"Bloom I, 51170520" -- by Naamit Braggiani
:"Symbols I, 51170601" -- by Naamit Braggiani


'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
:The painting is a monochromatic red, ranging from a murky sanguine hue to pale carmine in the highlights. Dark and moody, the scene takes place in what might be a cellar, though the audacious creatures milling about make it suspect. Far to the left, a small, hobbled halfling watches greedily as a slender female elf is being roasted alive in the foreground. The unfortunate spectacle must be thanks to a human wizard standing near the rear, whose flame-enshrouded hands stand out amidst the haze.
:The painting is mostly monochromatic red, ranging from a murky sanguine hue to pale carmine in the highlights. Posed back to back, a youthful woman and a skeleton stare blankly outward. The maiden is all but naked and holds a small flower over her breast in one hand while the other is cupped over her groin in a gesture of modesty. The skeleton is missing the lower half of its jaw and worms crawl beneath its weighty robe. A serpent reaches from the gaping pit above its collarbone.
:In the Common language, it reads:
:In the Common language, it reads:
:"Collaboration I, 51170520" -- by Naamit Braggiani
:"Impermanence I, 51170616" -- by Naamit Braggiani


'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
:The painting is mostly monochromatic red, ranging from a murky sanguine hue to pale carmine in the highlights. Sad and dejected, a pair of small puppies are depicted as huddled masses in the corner. Devoid of flesh, their vertebrae poke through creating a pair of curious arcs leading toward the center of the image. A sole carrot lays at the foot of each beast, utterly ignored. Behind the pair, four moons varying in size cast chaotic light and shadow upon the unfortunate scene.
:The description of this image is unavailable.
:In the Common language, it reads:
:In the Common language, it reads:
:"Handsman I, 51170520" -- by Naamit Braggiani
:"Curious Creature III, 51170622" -- by Naamit Braggiani

'''a scalloped ivory-framed painting
:The painting is a mostly monochromatic red and depicts a small garden bower in excruciating detail. The foreground shows a regally dressed elven woman in a grievously crestfallen pose. With hands clawing at her belly in anguish, she stares at the mangled corpse of a male elven infant laid in the lush grass. Behind her stands a robed elven man, one hand on her shoulder, as if in consolation. Yet a slight smirk cracks his lips and unlike the rest of the image, his eyes yield a curious violet gleam.
:In the Common language, it reads:
:"Ritual Dreaming I, 51170901" -- by Naamit Braggiani

'''a scalloped ivory-framed painting
:The painting is a mostly monochromatic red and depicts a small garden bower in excruciating detail. The foreground shows a regally dressed elven woman perched almost meditatively in the lush grass. Her eyes are glazed over and gazes off into the distance, as if in an uncontrollable trance. Before her kneels a robed elven man in three-quarter pose, both hands held in hers. His lips are slightly parted and unlike the rest of the image, his eyes yield a noticeably violet gleam.
:In the Common language, it reads:
:"Ritual Dreaming II, 51170901" -- by Naamit Braggiani

'''a scalloped ivory-framed painting
:The painting is a mostly monochromatic red and depicts a small garden bower in excruciating detail. A robed elven man kneels in three-quarter pose, cradling the lifeless body of an elven woman. Her regal dress is intact, but horribly stained in the same sanguine shade that bathes the lush grass surrounding them. A gash across the neck exposes her trachea as her head hangs unsupported. A hint of a smile traces his lips and unlike the rest of the image, his eyes yield a malevolent, violet gleam.
:In the Common language, it reads:
:"Ritual Dreaming III, 51170901" -- by Naamit Braggiani


'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
:The etched print on rag paper is mounted bare within a vertical frame, hand-torn edges visible. Rendered in fine intaglio, the monochromatic red image depicts a half-elven woman with curled tresses gazing down from the second story balcony of a veranda. She holds one hand to her breast in a gesture of modesty, and the other aloft, fingers curled with invitation. Heavy hatching yields shadows on the skirts of her gown between the balusters, each rung a slender twist of alternating pigment and white space.
:The tall, vertical painting is monochromatic red, ranging from a murky sanguine hue to pale carmine in the highlights. A heavy-bodied motif of deep convex arcs built up one over the next yields a scale-like backdrop. The slender silhouette of a scythe is scratched back through the surface, revealing a tenebrous underpainting of wavy, interwoven ribbons. Twenty one pale motes grace the turbid scythe's long, curvilinear blade to form a skewed rendition of the constellation The First.
:In the Common language, it reads:
:In the Common language, it reads:
:"Professional Courtesy, 5118"
:"Beyond The Pale I, 51170521" -- by Naamit Braggiani


'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
:The tiniest little demon with a hair-thin tail you could ever hope to pick out of such a chaotic painting, perches within a field littered with titan-sized corpses. Rich and decadent, the carcasses are decorated with distinct flare, but each has flesh flayed to ruin and not a one possesses a hand to spare. Grey wings grace the backdrop of the bloodied scene behind a large black gate far in the distance.
:The painting is a monochromatic red, ranging from a murky sanguine hue to pale carmine in the highlights. The gaping maw of an undead hippopotamus consumes the majority of the image. In place of the typical flat teeth are rows upon rows vicious incisors upon which a fat, bloated tongue lays listlessly off-center. Treated with high gloss, tendrils of dark fluid trickle from its slack mouth. A web of cartilage and rotting flesh hangs over its upper jaw representing what once was a snout.
:In the Common language, it reads:
:In the Common language, it reads:
:"Professional Courtesy II, 5119"
:"Curious Creature I, 51170521" -- by Naamit Braggiani
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| <strong>'''Landscapes and Still Lifes'''</strong>
|-
|
'''A Bench Painting
:Slanted at an angle with no regard for perspective, the bench on the canvas would likely roll its occupants to the ground were it real.
:In the Common language, it reads:
:"Sit With Me" -- by Naamit


'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
:The painting is a monochromatic red, ranging from a murky sanguine hue to pale carmine in the highlights. It features the visage of a young gnome, however a crazed rolton with snakes for horns gnaws at the man's riotously curled hair. Stubby fingers stretched upright before him, the subject's attempted jab is suspended mid-attack. Whether the strike would make purchase at his own forehead or that of the creature's is unclear; twisted cloth adhered across the figure's eyes distorts the perspective.
:The painting is a monochromatic red, ranging from a murky sanguine hue to pale carmine in the highlights. A ribcage and spine, devoid of meat and organs, grace the center of the canvas. The vertebrae are assembled in a crooked fashion while the right ribs are bent outward at an unusual angle. A deflated assemblage of what might be skin is piled at the bottom of the image alongside a trail of viscera. Bone shards are carefully arranged along the painting's golden frame.
:In the Common language, it reads:
:In the Common language, it reads:
:"Curious Creature II, 51170522" -- by Naamit Braggiani
:"Inside I, 51170507" -- by Naamit

'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
:This artist's proof is a monochromatic red, ranging from a murky sanguine hue to pale carmine in the highlights. Focused on a massive vat, only the matted scruff of a creature's head is visible above the steaming, burbling surface. A small, withered arm several missing fingers is flopped lifelessly over the edge of the vessel. The foreground is taken up by vaguely rendered heaps of herbs, an assortment of butcher's knives, a pair of wine glasses, and an artfully posed dead hare.
:In the Common language, it reads:
:"Cover for Cookbook, 51170520" -- by Naamit Braggiani


'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
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'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
:The painting is a monochromatic red, ranging from a murky sanguine hue to pale carmine in the highlights. The rear view of a robust elven man is depicted in desolation without background nor context. His arms and legs are stretched mercilessly wide at angles slightly off from each corner of the image. The man's head is shorn and hangs listlessly. Heavy stippling in a high gloss is splashed across the subject's back, while dark tendrils encircle each leg, licking at his hips and posterior.
:The painting is mostly monochromatic red, ranging from a murky sanguine hue to pale carmine in the highlights. The still-life represented is anything but alive: a bleached elven skull in the center-left of this rectangular painting has a massive hole punched in where its left eye socket used to be. The skull is surrounded by an assortment of half-eaten and rotten food. Behind the gruesome display stands a diminutive vase holding a nondescript, ecru parchment flower adhered to the surface of the painting.
:In the Common language, it reads:
:In the Common language, it reads:
:"Subject I, 51170526" -- by Naamit Braggiani
:"Impermanence II, 51170620" -- by Naamit Braggiani


'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
:The painting is a monochromatic red, ranging from a murky sanguine hue to pale carmine in the highlights. It is a desolate and isolated scene composed of a man kneeling, with head bowed. The background is dark, while a hazy ray of light filters down to highlight the man's bare back. His flesh is crisscrossed with terrible scars. Just barely visible in the shadows is the faint outline of a pair of eyes that are directed toward the subject.
:The painting is a mostly monochromatic red, ranging from a murky sanguine hue to pale carmine in the highlights. Set beneath a domed enclosure cut from the native rock of the mountain, the floor is perfectly smooth but its vaulted ceiling is chiseled in a complex webwork of arches and flying buttresses. In the center of the room sits a solitary, sleek stone altar bathed in a cool blue light. Illuminated upon the onyx slab is a crumbled pile of what can only be deathstone.
:In the Common language, it reads:
:In the Common language, it reads:
:"Subject II, 51170528" -- by Naamit Braggiani
:"Adventure I, 51170707" -- by Naamit Braggiani


'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
:The painting is a mostly monochromatic red, ranging from a murky sanguine hue to pale carmine in the highlights. Set beneath a domed enclosure cut from the mountain, the floor is smooth. Its high ceiling is chiseled in a complex webwork of ribbed lancet vaults while flying buttresses are barely visible in the shadows of the outer aisle. In the center of the room stands a solitary, sleek stone altar bathed in a hazy light that radiates from above. Illuminated upon the onyx slab is a smattering of bones.
:More low-relief mix media artwork than classic painting, several pieces of hand-torn, dingy rag paper are adhered to the canvas's matte black surface in a radiating pattern. The layers are pulled back at irregular intervals, suggestive of a flower in bloom. The petal-like sheafs of paper surround a vertical gash cut right through the middle of the canvas. Dripping gobs of crimson wax and bronze threading stitched about the hole discourages fraying.
:In the Common language, it reads:
:In the Common language, it reads:
:"Bloom II, 51170528" -- by Naamit Braggiani
:"Adventure II, 51170708" -- by Naamit Braggiani
|}

{| role="presentation" class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
| <strong>'''Experimental'''</strong>
|-
|'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
:The three-by-three square painting is a mostly monochromatic, murky sanguine hue. Silhouettes of shattered swords and shields are scored one over the next in the highly texturized artwork, revealing a confusing underpainting of black and white striations. High gloss tracery along the edges of some shards makes them visually pop amid the geometric chaos. Two tally marks in thick-bodied raw sienna stand out in the lower left.
:In the Common language, it reads:
:"Vibrato I, 51170430" -- by Naamit


'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
:The painting is mostly monochromatic red, ranging from a murky sanguine hue to pale carmine in the highlights. Piled high with gravelly paste, eight diagonal gashes a finger-width apart sink into the artwork's surface revealing an underpainting of sickly yellow-grey. The abrasions are treated with a high gloss on the lower edges and dark matte paint on the upper ridges to enhance the perceived depth of the markings. The image's gold-painted frame is blemished by a myriad of bite marks, no two the same.
:The painting is a monochromatic red, ranging from a murky sanguine hue to pale carmine in the highlights. The landscape image closes in on a defaced stone crest of the House of Illistim. The veiny, marble symbol is in three pieces; the first is heavily scored, the second seems scorched, and the third portion is speckled with a deep sanguine. Gravel ground surrounds the ruined medallion, which leads off to the distance where chunks of stone are strewn about in this scene of mass architectural destruction.
:In the Common language, it reads:
:In the Common language, it reads:
:"Feed I, 51170529" -- by Naamit Braggiani
:"Vibrato II, 51170513" -- by Naamit


'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
:The horizontal, oval-shaped painting is mostly monochromatic red, ranging from a murky sanguine hue to pale carmine in the highlights. Tall and short, a woman and man are facing each other, necks outstretched yet devoid of emotion. The young half-elven woman's flesh is heavily scarred and a large black bird is crouched on her back. Meanwhile, the dwarven man's shoulders sag under the weight of a massive horseshoe hung around his neck. Matted into the surface of the painting are gobs of dark red hair.
:The painting is a monochromatic red, ranging from a murky sanguine hue to pale carmine in the highlights. A woman's round, closed-eyed visage hangs immediately beneath the conjoined bough of two haphazardly drooping yews. The trees' roots climb back upward with long, crooked appendages that grasp for the curiously suspended face. A stream of tiny ravens swoop out from beneath the moon, skirting between the scraggy woody fingers and right toward the foreground.
:In the Common language, it reads:
:In the Common language, it reads:
:"Symbols I, 51170601" -- by Naamit Braggiani
:"Lucidity I, 51170505" -- by Naamit


'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
:The artwork is a composed of flexible willow switches wound and manipulated one over the next in a web-like lattice suspended in thick layers of crimson beeswax. A convoluted motif of chevrons is carved back through the wax in low bas-relief, which culminates in the lower left where a shriveled, sickly blossom is embedded deep within the image's honeyed surface. The golden frame is heavily abraded.
:The painting is mostly monochromatic red, ranging from a murky sanguine hue to pale carmine in the highlights. Posed back to back, a youthful woman and a skeleton stare blankly outward. The maiden is all but naked and holds a small flower over her breast in one hand while the other is cupped over her groin in a gesture of modesty. The skeleton is missing the lower half of its jaw and worms crawl beneath its weighty robe. A serpent reaches from the gaping pit above its collarbone.
:In the Common language, it reads:
:In the Common language, it reads:
:"Impermanence I, 51170616" -- by Naamit Braggiani
:"Waning I, 51170507" -- by Naamit


'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
:The painting is mostly monochromatic red, ranging from a murky sanguine hue to pale carmine in the highlights. The still-life represented is anything but alive: a bleached elven skull in the center-left of this rectangular painting has a massive hole punched in where its left eye socket used to be. The skull is surrounded by an assortment of half-eaten and rotten food. Behind the gruesome display stands a diminutive vase holding a nondescript, ecru parchment flower adhered to the surface of the painting.
:The painting is a monochromatic red, ranging from a murky sanguine hue to pale carmine in the highlights. The image is composed entirely by the luscious splay of petals from some unidentifiable flower that is cupped in a pair of large, strong hands. Each finger is curled almost delicately beneath a given petal while the thumbs are pressed firmly and purposely against those in the foreground, creating a nubby bow to the otherwise symmetrical bloom.
:In the Common language, it reads:
:In the Common language, it reads:
:"Impermanence II, 51170620" -- by Naamit Braggiani
:"Bloom I, 51170520" -- by Naamit Braggiani


'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
:More low-relief mix media artwork than classic painting, several pieces of hand-torn, dingy rag paper are adhered to the canvas's matte black surface in a radiating pattern. The layers are pulled back at irregular intervals, suggestive of a flower in bloom. The petal-like sheafs of paper surround a vertical gash cut right through the middle of the canvas. Dripping gobs of crimson wax and bronze threading stitched about the hole discourages fraying.
:The painting is mostly monochromatic red, ranging from a murky sanguine hue to pale carmine in the highlights. Sad and dejected, a pair of small puppies are depicted as huddled masses in the corner. Devoid of flesh, their vertebrae poke through creating a pair of curious arcs leading toward the center of the image. A sole carrot lays at the foot of each beast, utterly ignored. Behind the pair, four moons varying in size cast chaotic light and shadow upon the unfortunate scene.
:In the Common language, it reads:
:In the Common language, it reads:
:"Curious Creature III, 51170622" -- by Naamit Braggiani
:"Bloom II, 51170528" -- by Naamit Braggiani


'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
:The painting is a mostly monochromatic red, ranging from a murky sanguine hue to pale carmine in the highlights. Set beneath a domed enclosure cut from the native rock of the mountain, the floor is perfectly smooth but its vaulted ceiling is chiseled in a complex webwork of arches and flying buttresses. In the center of the room sits a solitary, sleek stone altar bathed in a cool blue light. Illuminated upon the onyx slab is a crumbled pile of what can only be deathstone.
:The tall, vertical painting is monochromatic red, ranging from a murky sanguine hue to pale carmine in the highlights. A heavy-bodied motif of deep convex arcs built up one over the next yields a scale-like backdrop. The slender silhouette of a scythe is scratched back through the surface, revealing a tenebrous underpainting of wavy, interwoven ribbons. Twenty one pale motes grace the turbid scythe's long, curvilinear blade to form a skewed rendition of the constellation The First.
:In the Common language, it reads:
:In the Common language, it reads:
:"Adventure I, 51170707" -- by Naamit Braggiani
:"Beyond The Pale I, 51170521" -- by Naamit Braggiani


'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
:The painting is a mostly monochromatic red, ranging from a murky sanguine hue to pale carmine in the highlights. Set beneath a domed enclosure cut from the mountain, the floor is smooth. Its high ceiling is chiseled in a complex webwork of ribbed lancet vaults while flying buttresses are barely visible in the shadows of the outer aisle. In the center of the room stands a solitary, sleek stone altar bathed in a hazy light that radiates from above. Illuminated upon the onyx slab is a smattering of bones.
:The painting is mostly monochromatic red, ranging from a murky sanguine hue to pale carmine in the highlights. Piled high with gravelly paste, eight diagonal gashes a finger-width apart sink into the artwork's surface revealing an underpainting of sickly yellow-grey. The abrasions are treated with a high gloss on the lower edges and dark matte paint on the upper ridges to enhance the perceived depth of the markings. The image's gold-painted frame is blemished by a myriad of bite marks, no two the same.
:In the Common language, it reads:
:In the Common language, it reads:
:"Adventure II, 51170708" -- by Naamit Braggiani
:"Feed I, 51170529" -- by Naamit Braggiani


'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
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'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
:The painting is a mostly monochromatic red and depicts a small garden bower in excruciating detail. The foreground shows a regally dressed elven woman in a grievously crestfallen pose. With hands clawing at her belly in anguish, she stares at the mangled corpse of a male elven infant laid in the lush grass. Behind her stands a robed elven man, one hand on her shoulder, as if in consolation. Yet a slight smirk cracks his lips and unlike the rest of the image, his eyes yield a curious violet gleam.
:The painting is a mostly monochromatic red, ranging from a murky sanguine hue to pale carmine in the highlights. To say there is any sort of scene might well be an exaggeration. Slightly off center-left, the faintest shadow of a dark red outline forms a skewed square. Within the form, a wash of pale carnation dominates the upper half, gradating smoothly downward toward a deep, dark sanguine which halts in a sudden line at the bottom of the shape. The background is a glossy wash of incarnadine, reminiscent of blood dribbling from a ragged, free-flowing wound.
:In the Common language, it reads:
:In the Common language, it reads:
:"Ritual Dreaming I, 51170901" -- by Naamit Braggiani
:"Color Study II, 51170901 -- by Naamit Braggiani


'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
:The painting is four by four, with tall ridges rising beyond the canvas's surface and highlighted in ghost white and cool grey. In between, deep clefts of coal and blued black provide a greater sense of depth. Inching toward the center in an increasingly jagged composition, the lines converge and bind ever narrower around shape of a small tear, positioned slightly off-center and to the lower left. The droplet reveals a rich backdrop of red, painstakingly excluded from the furrows enclosing its form.
:The painting is a mostly monochromatic red and depicts a small garden bower in excruciating detail. The foreground shows a regally dressed elven woman perched almost meditatively in the lush grass. Her eyes are glazed over and gazes off into the distance, as if in an uncontrollable trance. Before her kneels a robed elven man in three-quarter pose, both hands held in hers. His lips are slightly parted and unlike the rest of the image, his eyes yield a noticeably violet gleam.
:In the Common language, it reads:
:In the Common language, it reads:
:"Ritual Dreaming II, 51170901" -- by Naamit Braggiani
:"Color Study III, 51180603" -- by Naamit DMVMD-Braggiani


'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
:Four by four, the canvas is striped in ochre, transparent yellow oxide, azo yellow, and warm sepia, smeared vertically from top to bottom. Its darkened underpainting in hues of alizarin and umber are revealed beneath rounded pockmarks pressed into the surface, their raised edges frozen in gooey formation. A splatter of reddened burnt orange, reminiscent of fresh blood, coats the center of the painting without any apparent rhyme or reason.
:The painting is a mostly monochromatic red and depicts a small garden bower in excruciating detail. A robed elven man kneels in three-quarter pose, cradling the lifeless body of an elven woman. Her regal dress is intact, but horribly stained in the same sanguine shade that bathes the lush grass surrounding them. A gash across the neck exposes her trachea as her head hangs unsupported. A hint of a smile traces his lips and unlike the rest of the image, his eyes yield a malevolent, violet gleam.
:In the Common language, it reads:
:In the Common language, it reads:
:"Ritual Dreaming III, 51170901" -- by Naamit Braggiani
:"Obstructed Opportunity, 5118" -- by Naamit DMVMD-Braggiani


'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
'''an elaborate gold-framed painting
:The painting is four by four, with a mostly monochromatic image laid forth in a confusing mess of umbered, alizarin hue. Smears and handprints saturate the unprimed linen canvas, each stroke bereft of rhyme or reason. Rivulets of crusted color (or is it dried blood?) descend from the more solid swathes, reconverge and then split again, as one runnel intersects with the next toward the bottom of the artwork.
:The painting is a mostly monochromatic red, ranging from a murky sanguine hue to pale carmine in the highlights. To say there is any sort of scene might well be an exaggeration. Slightly off center-left, the faintest shadow of a dark red outline forms a skewed square. Within the shape, a wash of pale red dominates top, gradating smoothly downward to a deep, dark sanguine that halts in a sudden line. The background is a glossy wash of incarnadine, reminiscent of blood dribbling from a free-flowing wound.
:In the Common language, it reads:
:In the Common language, it reads:
:"Color Study II, 51170901" -- by Naamit Braggiani
:"Birth of a Harbinger, 5118" -- by Naamit DMVMD-Braggiani
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Naamit DMVMD-Braggiani
Naamit portrait by Tisket 20180521 small.jpg
"He revels in pain and suffering
for they are evidence of life."
Race [[Giantman]]
Class Harbinger
Profession Bard
Religion Order of Mularos, Cult of Harith
Affiliation(s) Member of House Brigatta, Order of the Shadow, Hand of the Arkati, Caeruil Atelier
In-a-Word Naamit rhymes with Vomit
Disposition Peevish
Demeanor Reserved
Primary Trait Veiled neuroticism
Flaw Several
Greatest Strength Prone to violent outbursts
Greatest Weakness Impulsiveness
Habits Frowning and shifting her weight
Hobbies Writing hymns, loresinging, and painting
Soft Spots Whips and tea
Likes Blood
Dislikes Roses, Houses of Illistim and Vaalor
Loyalties The Dark Alliance

[[Category: Giantman player characters]]

Naamit DMVMD-Braggiani (formerly DMonica) is a giantman bard and devout follower of Mularos. She resides at an estate outside the elven city of Ta'Illistim. She is an avid collector of whips and among her extensive collection, Holy Scourge is the most famous. She took the last name Braggiani in deference to apparent human ancestry in her bloodline, which she confirmed after obtaining the legendary weapon.

Described by some as an iron fist in a silken glove, Naamit is both charismatic and ruthless. She has a particular dislike for the smell of roses and if left long enough, the scent will drive her into a maddened rage. She is keenly interested in learning secrets so Loresinging is a natural fit for her. Naamit does not, however, sing for pleasure or audience.

Naamit is a Master Painter.

History

Rumored to have been born on Eorgaen 12, 5061, Naamit took up residence in Wehnimer's Landing in 5096. She was married to Lord Tabalt Valkiryan, a dwarven warrior, until his unexpected death following a lucrative business deal in the following year. In the summer of 5098, she married Lord Reveko Mwani, a giantman ranger, to solidify a business venture, however he vanished under questionable circumstances sometime thereafter. She moved to Ta'Illistim in 5101, but still owns property in Wehnimer's Landing. Naamit was given the mark of Mularos in the form of a scar upon her neck on 23 Charlatos, 5102, presumably by the Painlord Eryael just prior to his arrival to Ta'Illistim. She fought on the side of the Dark Alliance during the Griffin Sword War and grew close to Harith Caerines, the self-ascribed Whip of Mularos. Harith appointed Naamit as proxy Whip, in the event unfortunate circumstances befell her, which they eventually did. Naamit rescued Harith's soul (albeit temporarily) from the Pale in 5103, but was unable to maintain control of Ta'Illistim in Harith's stead. She also formed a close friendship with Ysharra, and their affinity persists beyond the pain of time.

Naamit previously led a cult known as the Harem Dzosch; the group faded into obscurity upon her disappearance sometime between 5104 and 5106.

Naamit returned to the Elven Nations in 5116 after a decade-long journey of searching for any possible remnant of her former mentor, Harith. She took up residence at an estate outside the elven city of Ta'Illistim and restarted a small, but rewarding private business there. She was officially recognized as a Master Painter in Ivastaen, 5117, and granted Grand Lady status in Lumnea of the same year. Naamit was briefly bonded to Heartfire Durden, a giantman guardian, following a bloodbath in the Duskruin Arena trials of Phoenatos, 5117.

In the year 5118, Naamit acquired a piece of black ora shaped curiously like the hilt of her whip; the antithetical artifact turned her neck to ruin, rendering her singing voice to sound like the piercing wail of a banshee. Storms are said to precede her arrival ever since. Naamit also took on a startlingly younger appearance upon completion of a savage business deal.

As 5119 came screaming in and with flesh renewed, she forged a sanguine bond with a Meek (protector of balance) named Aahlara, or The Bloody, who presides over the Blood World version of an Elanthian alternate reality. The blood eagle Meek gave her a special device that would cause the Fallen Meek named Nazhor great harm. On Lumnea 15, Naamit confronted and killed Nazhor, after solving a series of complex puzzles meant to shield his location but she did not use the device the Blood had created. On Koaratos 22, he indeed returned with demons at his side, just as he'd sworn he would as he lay dying some months prior. With aid of the Blood nullifying agent, adventurers were able to oust Nazhor and silence him once and for all, solidifying the seat of a new Meek, Elspie, in this dimension. By helping the adventurers, Naamit lost access both to The Bloody, as well as Harith, who yet lived on in that dimension.

As 5119 drew to a close however, Naamit's appearance began to wane once again.

Appearance

It is difficult to get a good look at Naamit due to the number of mirror images of her nearby.
You see Mistress Naamit DMVMD-Braggiani the Harbinger of the Harrows.
She appears to be a Giantman.
She is shorter than average. She appears to have come of age. She has piercing vibrant green eyes and pale, alabaster skin. She has thick locks of long, black hair tortuously braided beneath a black lace mantilla ensnared in the spines of a hawthorn coronal. She has an angular face, a prominent nose and a fleshy, muscular build with generously proportioned hips. She has a myriad of thin chain-shaped scars running across her exposed flesh.
She has a deep black cuff of finely polished glaes in the middle of her nose, a deep black ring of finely polished glaes in her lip, a faint scar on her neck, some cross-like blackwork extending from the neck downward past her collarbone, and a tattoo of a crimson heart pierced with a silver dagger on her chest.
She is holding a barbed white ora whip with a cross-like handle in her right hand and a red chaos whip in her left hand.
She is wearing a writhing black ora cross, a sable lambswool cloak trimmed with ebon-tipped ermine tails, an hourglass girdle of gilt-marbled alabaster silk over a daringly cut sable gown of lush burnt velvet, and some two-toned damask chopines set on black coral heels.

Biographic excerpts

Publications and assorted stories

Painting

By way of a painting easel.