It's Naberus! You... do know what that is, right? The ancient Orokin festival of death, darkness and deviance? The happiest time of the entire year? I've dug out all the old family decorations! Take a look. One of them even tells a story...

Naberus is an Orokin festival that celebrates immortality by dressing up as the dead, as if mocking death. It takes place once a year at night.


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Players can purchase the interactable Whispering Naberus Mobile Orbiter decoration for 100 MotherToken.png Mother Tokens from Daughter during the Nights of Naberus event. After placing the decoration, the Whispering Naberus Mobile has a prompt to "Listen", triggering a cutscene where an ancient folktale is narrated by Grandmother.

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Would you like to hear a story for Naberus? One that I told my grandchildren when they were small? Very well!

Long ago, in the Orokin days, a golden people lived in spoiled luxury. If a body wore out, why, they would take a new one as easily as plucking a Maprico. Such was the mystery of the Kuva.

So what became of death and disease? Oh, they were abundant, but not for the Orokin. They were above petty death. Such was their contempt that they decreed a special day on which to make fun of it.

On Naberus, the night of memory, the shining people laughed at death. They dressed in costumes that recalled the old days. Of mortality. Skulls grinned. Hallways guttered with demon-lights. For one night, beauty was banished. Rot and monstrosity held sway.

Now on one very special Naberus, three pretty Orokin were bored, as Orokin so often were. Naberus no longer holds its magic for me, sighed one. Masks and costumes are for children, grumbled another. Why follow the crowd, mused the third? Are we not the very elite of the elite? Haha! Up, my kissingtons, my luscious loves; send for blue Kuva and hot lights; I have a sport that will mend all! And in the corridor, behind a curtain, a solitary, silent girl heard them and said nothing.

Then the three were very wicked, for what do you think they did? Down into the streets, they went, and they caught three poor Ostrons and bore them back to their gilded halls. One, they peeled like a fruit and decked out with glassy splinters, and his naked jaws went chitter-chatter-snap, and it echoed all around. Scarlet footprints he left. Another's limbs they twisted, and wretched his neck, and made a bundle of him, until he scuttled upsy-downsy like a horrid crab, with his sockets all empty and his stretched-out nose snuffling. The third they pulled thin in hand and foot. She walked spindly-wise on long tiptoes like a spider, and her entrails hung delicately down. She whispered, split-tongued and hissing, as she went.

Fine costumes we've made, chortled the three Orokin. Let us now try them on, and visit our friends! What shrieking there will be! Oh! Our names will live forever in the Court, for such a prank as this! Now. The silent girl brought them their blue Kuva, so they could take on these twisted bodies for only a short time before returning to their own. They drank and slept and woke in their three. Horrid. Forms. Off they went, down the stairs, out the door, into the city, into the night of banners and masks and wild hilarity. Chitter-chatter-snap, scuttle-buttle, whispery-hisspery. As you can imagine, there were many screams and laughs. Such cleverness. Such wit!

But in a high room of the tower, the silent girl looked at the faces of the three sleeping Orokin. She went and opened a little ivory door that she was not supposed to know about, and drew forth a flask that she would have been glassed for even looking at. A flask of crimson Kuva. The scarlet seal upon Continuity. Permanent.

And she tipped it. Down three. Cruel. Throats.

With a little laugh, she went skating away, never to return. There were many screams that Naberus night. But when the sun came up, none screamed so loud as the three who found they were trapped in the hideous bodies that they themselves had fashioned.

Forever and ever.

So listen carefully, Tenno, and beware. For you may hear them coming tonight. Whispery-hisspery on long stalking bones. Scuttle-buttle with his eyes all empty. And skinless, dripping-handed, chitter-chatter-snap.

Happy Naberus!


The Orokin's rituals of Continuity and Kuva allowed them to cheat death by transferring their consciousness out from their old, rotten bodies into younger, healthier ones. Considering death beneath them, the Orokin decreed a day to make fun of it by masquerading as the dead. This day was known as Naberus.

On one eventful Naberus, three Orokin grew bored of the festival. One of them had an idea to reinvigorate their spirits: they kidnapped three Ostrons and mutilated their bodies, and then used Blue Kuva to temporarily transfer their consciousness into these mangled corpses to be used as costumes for the night.

However, a servant girl approached the three Orokin's original unconscious bodies. Taking a flask of Crimson Kuva, the permanent seal of Continuity, she tipped it down their throats. The girl vanished thereafter, and when Naberus ended, none shrieked more loudly and were more terrified than the three Orokin who found themselves permanently trapped in the Ostron corpses.

Naberus Treats[]

Daughter sells Naberus Treats in exchange for MotherToken.png Mother Tokens during Nights of Naberus.

  • To buy all event-exclusive (or at the very least time-exclusive) items at least once, players needed 1,295 Mother Tokens.

The Whispering Naberus Mobile is an Orbiter Decoration. Once placed, interacting with it will reveal a Naberus Folktale narrated by Grandmother.