Queen of the Nightsisters
Books materializing into her possession, handwritten leather bound journals, datapads, hologram projectors, ancient brass spool etchings, Holocrons, scrolls of parchment, she took it all in using the same Magicks longstanding and ancient which she helped fortify Ryloth's library for the empowerment of the CIS Mandragora citadel. Here, on her homeland of Dathomir, the Mistress' library extends deep into the depths of the earth, enchanted in the fashion that its depths shall never be calculated. To step into the library, one's surroundings suddenly alter as if they have stepped into the center of a bubble not much more in diameter than their own height. As one walks on, all they shall see at any given point in time, is that which is laid out directly in the space around them.
The Mistress Pom Stych Tivé shares what she masters freely with her kindred, here and across the galaxy. The magick naturally always snatches books out of the possession of others when they no longer require them in their possession, after the reader has evolved beyond the lessons within, and the books have ended up stashed away, left untouched, likely forgotten to collect dust.
Now only recently, the age-old beliefs of the Nightsisters began evolving beyond their limited understanding. The Daughters of the Fanged God have spread across the galaxy seeking knowledge from anyone who will share their ways. She found the extremist cults more welcoming to her unique disposition than those with a moral code leaning towards multi-cultural acceptance.
Today, there is more acceptance of the Force itself and its correlation to her ancestral Magick among the Nightsister clans themselves. Such relationships were long regarded as sheer heresy. Now that many have broadened their horizons, more and more are open to seek out the possibility that there is so much left to be learned, and with wisdom far more power comes into reach. But such is not meant for everyone to explore, for magick as it has evolved comes with lessons on unforeseeable dangers, but due to physical mistakes. The Force as a raw medium to be molded entirely to one's Will, seems to require deeper control over one's emotions.
Coming into the company of Emperor Carnifex has led this Nightsister to deduce that the entity whom she had all her lifetime deemed as god is nothing more than a demigod, and yet even lower on the scale of remarkability than he who sits upon the throne of the Sith, as it is the Sith Emperor who has a broader reach across the galaxy than the Fanged God of Dathomir. Perplexing it is to this devout Nightsister. She figures it should be a more soul crushing revelation than it actually seems to be; Perhaps it would feel so, if she did not like Carnifex, or respect him for his accomplishment. Years ago, she would have been excommunicated, or put to death for her kindred to even sense similar derogatory thoughts on the matter. Years ago, she herself would have helped eradicate her coven of the soiled minded sister! But Pom is open to discover the truth.
A rare find happened into her clutches and she ate it up for its sacredness. It taught of Allya and Darkness of the Force. For the Nightsisters, Allya is her Founding Father and the Force considers him the source behind her Magick, Dark Jedi. Whoever had possessed it was no Nightsister, nor Nightbrother. She had never before seen it!
The Nightsister wondered what other books might be in the possession of one Leru Dara so inscribed inside the cover, and so she went for a little walk catching up on her favorite scenery, inside the Netherworld. Luckily this is his real name, for his demons knew him well, and many are able to guide her along the way, directly to his location.
Focussed upon him only, she found him sitting upright in a chair across from a desk. She Apparated into his presence, pressing one foot down upon his thigh and the other upon his bicep, leaning back his chair slowly onto its two rear legs, as she bent down to peer into his face with the ancient journal in hand. "Leru Dara, you will please, speak to me about the contents of this text," the Nightsister beseeched.
The Mistress Pom Stych Tivé shares what she masters freely with her kindred, here and across the galaxy. The magick naturally always snatches books out of the possession of others when they no longer require them in their possession, after the reader has evolved beyond the lessons within, and the books have ended up stashed away, left untouched, likely forgotten to collect dust.
Now only recently, the age-old beliefs of the Nightsisters began evolving beyond their limited understanding. The Daughters of the Fanged God have spread across the galaxy seeking knowledge from anyone who will share their ways. She found the extremist cults more welcoming to her unique disposition than those with a moral code leaning towards multi-cultural acceptance.
Today, there is more acceptance of the Force itself and its correlation to her ancestral Magick among the Nightsister clans themselves. Such relationships were long regarded as sheer heresy. Now that many have broadened their horizons, more and more are open to seek out the possibility that there is so much left to be learned, and with wisdom far more power comes into reach. But such is not meant for everyone to explore, for magick as it has evolved comes with lessons on unforeseeable dangers, but due to physical mistakes. The Force as a raw medium to be molded entirely to one's Will, seems to require deeper control over one's emotions.
Coming into the company of Emperor Carnifex has led this Nightsister to deduce that the entity whom she had all her lifetime deemed as god is nothing more than a demigod, and yet even lower on the scale of remarkability than he who sits upon the throne of the Sith, as it is the Sith Emperor who has a broader reach across the galaxy than the Fanged God of Dathomir. Perplexing it is to this devout Nightsister. She figures it should be a more soul crushing revelation than it actually seems to be; Perhaps it would feel so, if she did not like Carnifex, or respect him for his accomplishment. Years ago, she would have been excommunicated, or put to death for her kindred to even sense similar derogatory thoughts on the matter. Years ago, she herself would have helped eradicate her coven of the soiled minded sister! But Pom is open to discover the truth.
A rare find happened into her clutches and she ate it up for its sacredness. It taught of Allya and Darkness of the Force. For the Nightsisters, Allya is her Founding Father and the Force considers him the source behind her Magick, Dark Jedi. Whoever had possessed it was no Nightsister, nor Nightbrother. She had never before seen it!
The Nightsister wondered what other books might be in the possession of one Leru Dara so inscribed inside the cover, and so she went for a little walk catching up on her favorite scenery, inside the Netherworld. Luckily this is his real name, for his demons knew him well, and many are able to guide her along the way, directly to his location.
Focussed upon him only, she found him sitting upright in a chair across from a desk. She Apparated into his presence, pressing one foot down upon his thigh and the other upon his bicep, leaning back his chair slowly onto its two rear legs, as she bent down to peer into his face with the ancient journal in hand. "Leru Dara, you will please, speak to me about the contents of this text," the Nightsister beseeched.
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