Faction C A R N E A | The Festival

[Tuur of Clan Rodarch]

Sula's words were good and practical, and Tuur had to agree entirely. But there were sometimes exceptions. Tuur herself was always fairly reserved and tempered. But today, she was forcing herself to let go, to relax, to enjoy the festivities, because she through doing that enabled her own Clan to let go, to relax, and to enjoy the festival.

"You're right on all counts. But look around you. When was the last time the vode put on a festival? Today is a pretty unique and special day." Tuur thumped the table with a grin. "ALE!" she called, and one of the nearby Rodarchs produced a mug of cold brew for the young Alor, who nodded her thanks.

"For myself, I doubt that I will get another chance to shirk my responsibilities for a day." she looked meaningfully at Sula.

She hoped the other woman would take a chance, let her walls and her natural guard down for the day. If not today, then when? Tuur was young for a leadership role, and perhaps it was the optimism and impetuousness of youth that allowed her to shift her priorities for a single day of celebration. She was doing this as much for her Clan as to reward herself with a day to party.

She looked at Shev. "Wouldn't worry too much about the brain cells. We're not known for producing doctors and lawyers in Keldabe." She laughed and took a sip of the cold ale. It was liberating to let all her guard down for one day, to simply exist, and enjoy a party and a gathering of warriors. Some of them appeared to be overindulging in the intoxicants, but this was the place and time for such behaviour. They'd all pay for it in the morning.

Sula Skirata Shev Skirata

 

[Marek Rekali]

Marek was ready to go. As the doors opened, the Mando-Witch pulled his pistol out and readied it at the first thing he saw as he came down the ramp. Working with the full kit of a Mandalorian now, even as a Rekali there was the tech in it. Just helped he had the Witch powers. Speaking of, he’d need to start getting a spell moving to make him a bit more devastating.

He knew he wasn’t quite at the level of where Evelyn was, and that meant he had to work had. And not smart. Not yet.

The Witch Initiate would get there.

Firing, he then saw what his Clan Sister was doing. Pulling the slugthrower up, he held fire. The mists swirling were concealment, it’d give him time to notice what was around and handle it. As the spell took, he was whispering his own, one for agility and battle focus. A battlemind spell.

All the while noting the Sithspawn around. Some Mandalorians were already joining the fray, but Clan Rekali?

They’d hit fire with fire.

Evelyn Rekali