Character
When Eleanor had first set out on her own path, she had one primary objective in mind. To track down and acquire as many Vahl relics as she could. Her fascination with the Ember of Vahl started back when she had been training to become a Sith Valkyrie. In fact, it was Lorelei; the bookworm that she was, that brought them up in a conversation. And it didn’t take long before Eleanor had a checklist of every book, scroll and holocron she wanted to read.
Hell, it was what motivated her to learn fire shaping alongside her existing studies at the time.
Since her travels across the galaxy had begun, Eleanor had been exploring abandoned sites of worship, following leads, and finding the occasional artefact displayed up in a pawn shop of all places. The owners of which were completely clueless of the item’s origin. Her other sources had been the odd mission or two where the client was specifically after something Vahl related.
Eleanor just happened…to not follow up on the final transaction. She much preferred keeping the item, than whatever sum of credits was offered as a reward. All done with anonymity and through aliases of course. She wasn’t that dumb.
Well, that was until several galactic hours ago…
In her downtime, Eleanor utilised the HoloNet to find any additional leads on Vahl artefacts. A lot of them were nonsense, but occasionally she stumbled across an idea that got some catches.
Her latest had been posting a seemingly innocuous message, under the guise of an edgy teenager going ‘check this shit out, ain’t it cool as hell?’. The content came from an old scroll Eleanor had discovered in a temple. It contained an ancient prayer that Vahl Priestesses recited as new initiates were reborn within the flames. What Eleanor posted however, was only the first half of a verse. She had deliberately omitted the second half with the intent on seeing if that particular hook caught any curious fish.
And sure as hell did.
The reply Eleanor got back was the second half, word for word. And before she could even contemplate, another message flashed up onto her screen. One that had her exact location, followed by her previous two. Someone had tracked her down, was still tracking her even. How? Eleanor didn’t know, but she imagined it would’ve had Caroline berating her for being so careless.
A final message had a set of coordinates and a ‘suggestion’ to take a trip there, and that if she dared to go elsewhere, they’d know. Without any other real options, Eleanor packed up her things and headed offworld.
What the hell have I just gotten myself into?
Hell, it was what motivated her to learn fire shaping alongside her existing studies at the time.
Since her travels across the galaxy had begun, Eleanor had been exploring abandoned sites of worship, following leads, and finding the occasional artefact displayed up in a pawn shop of all places. The owners of which were completely clueless of the item’s origin. Her other sources had been the odd mission or two where the client was specifically after something Vahl related.
Eleanor just happened…to not follow up on the final transaction. She much preferred keeping the item, than whatever sum of credits was offered as a reward. All done with anonymity and through aliases of course. She wasn’t that dumb.
Well, that was until several galactic hours ago…
In her downtime, Eleanor utilised the HoloNet to find any additional leads on Vahl artefacts. A lot of them were nonsense, but occasionally she stumbled across an idea that got some catches.
Her latest had been posting a seemingly innocuous message, under the guise of an edgy teenager going ‘check this shit out, ain’t it cool as hell?’. The content came from an old scroll Eleanor had discovered in a temple. It contained an ancient prayer that Vahl Priestesses recited as new initiates were reborn within the flames. What Eleanor posted however, was only the first half of a verse. She had deliberately omitted the second half with the intent on seeing if that particular hook caught any curious fish.
And sure as hell did.
The reply Eleanor got back was the second half, word for word. And before she could even contemplate, another message flashed up onto her screen. One that had her exact location, followed by her previous two. Someone had tracked her down, was still tracking her even. How? Eleanor didn’t know, but she imagined it would’ve had Caroline berating her for being so careless.
A final message had a set of coordinates and a ‘suggestion’ to take a trip there, and that if she dared to go elsewhere, they’d know. Without any other real options, Eleanor packed up her things and headed offworld.
What the hell have I just gotten myself into?
