Neptis Celeste

Neptis stumbled into Durzub's yurt, laughing manically. She was covered in blood, and her quarterstaff was soaked red.

"Oh Durzub, it was a glorious war! All the killing!" Neptis said between laughs. "Yes, you were right, it was where I was meant to be."

"Ah, the prodigal fighter returns." Chief Durzub said. "Forgive me if I don't stand, but I'm getting a bit too old for that."

"Forgiven as always, Durzub. Now, as for the source of the magic, I confirmed it. Raw emotional power, the greatest emotion caster in history herself, Syndra Valmaris." Neptis said, her breathing finally slowing. "It wasn't some pretender, it was Syndra herself."

"So knowing what you know now, what will you do?" Durzub asked, smoking from his pipe. 

"Rest. I've been fighting for nearly a century, maybe one last battle and I'll take some time off." Neptis said, wobbling as she sat across from Durzub. "I heard of some fun down in Whitemire that I could be a part of."

Durzub closed his eyes and smiled. Oh, it would be her final battle, he knew that for certain. But she obviously couldn't see the aura of her own soul, so he said nothing.

"Yes yes, Go to Whitemire. But don't forget your old friend Durzub when you're finished, hmm?"

"You've been a good friend over the years Durzub, how could I forget you?" Neptis said with a laugh. "What's for dinner, old man?"

"Only the best." Durzub replied, laughing as well. He enjoyed Neptis, she was such a fascinating human, and the divinity in her soul was so close to bursting out, he could feel it.

They dined late into the night, trading stories of what happened while she was away, and eventually Neptis passed out in a pile of hay in Durzub's yurt.

"She will be an interesting Goddess." Durzub said quietly.

"I heard that." Neptis mumbled, half-asleep.

Durzub chuckled quietly, and Neptis smiled.