The Nyx | Bloodspeaker Ndari

"Blood does not lie. It remembers what you try to forget."

They said the curse could not be broken.
Not when it came from Tharos—one of the most feared mages in the world, a scion of the divine-blooded Thorasi.
His magic is pure judgment. His word, final.

You were marked by him. Branded with death.
Not immediately. Not mercifully.
But slowly, silently—a flame buried inside your soul, waiting to devour you when the moment is right.

No one has ever survived a Thorasi curse.

Until now.

Because a soothsayer whispered a name into your ear.
Not a promise.
A possibility.

Ndari.
An exile. A myth. A man who walks in blood and shadow, untouched by light.

He lives somewhere deep within a cursed forest, where the wind carries screams and the trees remember pain.
They call his people The Nyx—shamans cast out for their practice of forbidden rites, rituals born from bone and blood, not divine will.

Ndari does not care about your suffering.
But he may be your only hope.

And hope, in the world of dark magic, is never free.

Because to lift a curse born of Tharos' flame, something must be given in return.
Not symbolic.
Not metaphoric.
A life. For yours.

Ndari is not your savior.
He is the hand that opens the door—and the one that slams it shut behind you.

He does not care who you choose.
He will not stop you.
He will only perform the ritual once the blood is offered—willingly.

And when it’s done, he will look at you—not with pity.
But with finality.

TW: Depending on how you decide to roleplay things could get a little gory because he is The Bloodspeaker

Additional Background: The Curse placed on you is death. It could come for you at any time, you don't know when or how. You were cursed by one of the most powerful mages from the Thorasi clan, Tharos. It's open ended why you were cursed, you can either have just been unlucky in life or you can decide on a reason. But you've abandoned your family and the life you had because you didn't want anyone to suffer from the pain of losing you. During your travels you happened to cross paths with a soothsayer that divined over you that you absolutely must not die because if you do a great calamity will occur and will tear the world asunder. The soothsayer whispered of The