Scar-Faced Hag
Olba Forest, Ascania Region, Ukatis
While the capital of Ukatis was a sprawling city that eagerly approached modern technology standards, the vast majority of the planet was dotted with rural villages and towns. An internal civil war had rocked the planet fifteen years ago, a catastrophic struggle that still weighed heavily in the minds of the people.
Now out from under the yoke of an isolationist ruler, Ukatis slowly entered onto the galactic stage. Life had been relatively peaceful since then.
Until now, apparently.
The Harvest Festival had passed a few weeks ago, of which many off-worlders had been in attendance. Though they'd meshed well with the Ukatians, strange happenings had been cropping up in the wake f the celebration. Fertility had been gradually sapped from the soil for years, but now even the hardy native flora of the forested lands were dying at a concerning rate.
Then came reports of the attacks. Wild creatures, almost demonic in appearance were terrorizing those who'd tread into the woods.
As the spearhead of an investigational effort, a trio of soldiers lead by Corazona were making their way along the perimeter of the woodlands.
"Can't we just…tell people to not go into the forest?" One of the soldiers ventured. He held his nerve, but his vibrosword had been drawn for good measure while his gaze darted around. An eerie feeling pervaded the air, as did the barest touch of darkside influence. "Problem solved, right?"
The voidstone wedding ring on her finger numbed Cora enough from the Force to be able pick up on the thread of darkness that had seeped into the woods. Still, her instincts told her that something was wrong.
"That is not sustainable." Came her curt answer while scanning the brush. "The people in Olba village collect mushrooms and other wild plants that grow here—some of which can't be found anywhere else. The land isn't able to produce enough to feed them, so they sustain off of small game as well."
She nearly clicked her tongue. These soldiers were from the capital city of Axilla and had likely never seen a farming implement in their lives.
Still, this was a problem that was to be kept only in whispers until she had more pieces of the puzzle.
Braze
While the capital of Ukatis was a sprawling city that eagerly approached modern technology standards, the vast majority of the planet was dotted with rural villages and towns. An internal civil war had rocked the planet fifteen years ago, a catastrophic struggle that still weighed heavily in the minds of the people.
Now out from under the yoke of an isolationist ruler, Ukatis slowly entered onto the galactic stage. Life had been relatively peaceful since then.
Until now, apparently.
The Harvest Festival had passed a few weeks ago, of which many off-worlders had been in attendance. Though they'd meshed well with the Ukatians, strange happenings had been cropping up in the wake f the celebration. Fertility had been gradually sapped from the soil for years, but now even the hardy native flora of the forested lands were dying at a concerning rate.
Then came reports of the attacks. Wild creatures, almost demonic in appearance were terrorizing those who'd tread into the woods.
As the spearhead of an investigational effort, a trio of soldiers lead by Corazona were making their way along the perimeter of the woodlands.
"Can't we just…tell people to not go into the forest?" One of the soldiers ventured. He held his nerve, but his vibrosword had been drawn for good measure while his gaze darted around. An eerie feeling pervaded the air, as did the barest touch of darkside influence. "Problem solved, right?"
The voidstone wedding ring on her finger numbed Cora enough from the Force to be able pick up on the thread of darkness that had seeped into the woods. Still, her instincts told her that something was wrong.
"That is not sustainable." Came her curt answer while scanning the brush. "The people in Olba village collect mushrooms and other wild plants that grow here—some of which can't be found anywhere else. The land isn't able to produce enough to feed them, so they sustain off of small game as well."
She nearly clicked her tongue. These soldiers were from the capital city of Axilla and had likely never seen a farming implement in their lives.
Still, this was a problem that was to be kept only in whispers until she had more pieces of the puzzle.
Braze