Drifter
Wanderer
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Reasonable list of personal items based on occupation, training, purchase, and previous acquisition. This includes one piloting droid and a scouting/personal assistant droid.
Location: New Jedi Temple roof - Corruption field site
Objective: Oh, hello, corruption field! Meet my little friend Kata'nari. Now let's get a closer look, hmm?!!
With a grunt, the sodden Hunter slapped his hand against a banister, gripping it tightly. Summoning the Force, he heaved himself up, jumping gracefully until he landed on the roof of the Jedi Temple. With no shelter overhead, the rain poured down mercilessly, driven by gusts of wind. Raindrops lashed at his polarized helm, making visibility a challenge for anyone without such protection.
Oh, life is bigger...
Lightning cracked and arched overhead, followed by thunder's tremendous booms. Amidst the storm, he sensed something familiar in the distance, a call of blood pulling him in two directions. He could feel familiarity in the distance in his senses. Not in one, but in two places. What he'd been tracking. Others were nearby, and his location was no secret -- he was bleeding the Dark Side like a beacon. As if he were a half-naked Gamorrean in a luau skirt twerking their cheeks and cooing, 'You likey, sir?'
The only difference is that while the aura was that of the Darkside, the spread of the corruption field was slowly starting to shrink. It would go faster soon enough.
It's bigger than you,
...And you are not me
...And you are not me
The Hunter rolled his neck, feeling the satisfying crack of tension releasing. Now came the interesting part.
The lengths that I will go to...
[ Okay, Kata, just like we practiced before hmm? You get to do your thing. I get to do my thing. You do what you are told and we can get off this blasted planet real quick like after hmm? ] Drifter said in a wry commentary, unsheathing the sword from his back. Kata'nari, the forged and alchemized master creation of one of the greatest Master Alchemists in the galaxy, Valik , was no ordinary weapon. It was sapient, learning and growing with every encounter with alchemical creations, copying their abilities onto itself.
Oh no, I've said too much,
I set it up
I set it up
Citrine eyes narrowed under his helm as he hummed thoughtfully. Blood didn't lie, and he didn't need Kata'nari to recognize the work of Ibaris Varanin.
[ Oh, Ibby, Ibby, Ibby... Blondie, you've been a bad, bad girl.] he murmured, as Kata'nari's voice echoed in a chortle.
Oh, is your little friend responsible for such a sweet, delicious field?
[ Mmm... well... it's been a few years. Ibby's always been bleeding out the Darkside. ] Drifter replied, moving with purposeful steps toward the call of Ibby's blood and the corruption field's epicenter. Each step felt like a thousand razor-sharp paper cuts against his skin, empowering Kata'nari as it siphoned and stored dark side energy.
Much like the Circlet of Erebos he had created for Ibby so very long ago.
[ Not her fault though. Just who she is. ] he commented, narrowing his gaze as he approached his goal. There, marked in blood, was Ibby's intricate design. The Witchmasters had taught him well, and he recognized her craft instantly.
[ Clever girl. ] he murmured, admiring the work. The blood-marked witch magic couldn't simply be washed away. [ She's gotten stronger. More powerful. Lots of little tricks. ]
Much like the Hunter: From the Rekali's of the Witchmasters and Witches of Dathomir. From Dissero 's teachings in alchemical works, to Valik 's invaluable notes on masterwork alchemical items. From the Vessel of Neth, Aatrox, and Inari the Reviver, avatars of the Moross Gods. The Ketaal, the Jal Shey, and Findsman. From studying Velok's works and tombs upon tombs of lost knowledge that brought him here.
A chuckle, then a sigh. Micah Draith Shamalain Talith felt a twitch in his jaw, an edge of determination.
[ But so have we. ]
With a swift arc of his wrist, Drifter swung the sword, slamming it down onto the epicenter of the alchemized blood mark. Power surged, coiling and reacting like crashing waves. There was a noticeable shift, a waver in the corruption field.
The chortle in his head grew louder as Kata'nari reveled in the act. With each passing second, the sword used its psychometric abilities to delve into the bloodmark, learning from the depths, gleaning the words, and understanding the methods. Slowly copying the blood alchemized majick onto itself.
The Dark Lady withdrew a ceremonial bone knife from her belt and pulled its razor sharp, alchemised edge across her palm, with only the feather-light touch it would need to draw blood, and the red stuff rose up from the fresh wound. One burnt yellow-orange glance skirted sidelong through her drenched, ashen locks to ensure her men still kept the Lightsider occupied, then the bloodied hand was pressed to the gritty surface of the roof and with pointed focus, she spoke the words...
…thereby setting the seal with an invocation of the darkest power…
I thought that I heard you laughing.
Drifter knelt slowly, his heart pounding as he watched Kata'nari drink deeply from the blood alchemized majick. He bent down further, placing his palm on the bloody mark beside the sword's hilt. As he closed his eyes, a shudder ran through him. The Force roared to life, a psychometric storm crashing into his mind. Visions and imagery exploded within, showing Ibaris crafting her spellwork, forming the corruption field.
I thought that I heard you sing.
The chaotic swirl of images painted a vivid picture, forming a scene that revealed a figure and face he hadn't seen in what felt like a lifetime. The intensity of the vision made his vibrant citrine eyes snap open. Rain pelted down from above, and lightning slashed through the sky, followed by the deafening roar of thunder.
I think I thought I saw you try...
Drifter's breath hitched as he tried to steady himself, the storm inside his mind echoing the one outside. The rain was relentless, each drop a reminder of the power he was dealing with. He could see it all so clearly: the majick, the corruption, and the face of his past. It was a connection he couldn't ignore, a force pulling him deeper into the storm of memories and power.
[ You clever... clever girl. ]
Allies
Hostiles
Unknown
Soon???
Ibaris Varanin
Anyone else on the roof??