Do the Necronomican

[Lavania]

[member="Reine Bisset"]

It wasn't often that Lavania had others to train, the time in with the jedi had made her more or less complacent to things. The brief resurgence of Petra and the witches had her learning things but then it was all silent as she walked the fields and mountains of Dathomir. Her rancor pet traveling with her until she had received a message that there was another wishing to learn from the clans while she was near one of the streams and waterfalls. She sent a message for her to come and waited meditating in the area by the waters while she focused her energies on the world.

 

[Reine Bisset]

Reine had made her way through the landscape of Dathomir. The area was still unknown to her and she didn't quite know her way around, but her Force Sight helped out a lot. It helped her pick out the more dangerous animals and beasts before running smack into them, that said she still managed to get muddy. Force Sight helped the Miralukan see what was needed, but apparently it wasn't so good to spot puddles. Or mud. Or mud puddles.

So, it was with mild annoyance that she managed to find the waterway [member="Lavania"] had told her to meet up near. Stepping into the edge of the stream, she began trying to wash the worst of the mud that caked her boots. Hopefully, the lessons would outweigh the irritation of mud.

 

[Lavania]

[member="Reine Bisset"]

Lavania was used to the mud, most of her outfit was caked in it and the blind woman barely noticed. There were many times when the sisters had just simply fought in it when it had rained. Now she sensed the miraluka and spoke tapping her staff on the ground with a grin. "Welcome." She held a look on the part of her face that was visible and not covered by the sash with a mischievous grin to it. "I suppose we should start at the beginning and learn from there. It all depends on what you have been taught as a child."

 

[Reine Bisset]

"I'm not sure how that matters," Reine said, cocking her head at the other woman. "What I was before matters little on what I am now. Once ascended, why look behind?"

She finished cleaning the mud from her boots as best she could and stood up straight. The Miralukan looked the Witch up and down a moment and cocked her head once more.

"Where and how do we begin?"

[member="Lavania"]

 

[Lavania]

[member="Reine Bisset"]

"The past matters, in small ways. It defines us, molds us shows what we have done and will do sometimes in drastic situations. The greatest powers and magics of the nightsisters rely on being able to do somethings that can give pause to others. Can make people carve out their eyes to stop the horrors or do much worse. The force is many things and can satiate both the beautiful and perverse but it is not for the timid." She gave a smile and clinked the staff. "We don't want you to be a little lamb going into a world of wolves after all."

 

[Reine Bisset]

"You speak the truth. The past does define who we are and how we live our lives, but to dwell on the past is to shackle oneself to the stones of Burden and of the Meek," the Miralukan replied. "As for a lamb among wolves, I think that such a comparison is a bit... misplaced. We manipulate the Force, therefore we hold the true power of the galaxy. Those that do not, or who cannot wield it effectively, can never attain power. With that logic, those who use the Force and understand its power are the wolves and those that will not or can not are the sheep. It is of no consequence, however. Such things are purely philosophical. Shall we begin?"

[member="Lavania"]

 

[Lavania]

[member="Reine Bisset"]

"We have already begun, the force flows across you like it has me for some time but it is different, whatever you are I do not know but the first thing a witch needs to learn is that. Not everything is will and the force, sometimes it is simply how you have bonded. The rancors for example are our closest friends, family even but we do not hesitate to take them to war or have them rend the flesh from an enemy. The essence you will need to create and pour into your spells will come from the spirit ichor. It channels into what you want, can heal great wounds and with a powerful enough user spread out to restore the fallen to fight at our command. Now do you have a vessel to contain your ichor?"

 

[Reine Bisset]

"Vessel?" Reine asked, her tone mimicking the inquisitive arc of an eyebrow. "You mean like a cauldron or an urn or something?"

She hadn't brought one with her, mainly because she didn't think she needed one. On top of that, despite the name of 'Witches of Dathomir', she didn't think they literally used cauldrons and the like. That was just too stereotypical to really believe. That said, with [member="Lavania"]'s statement, maybe it was just too stereotypical to not believe...

 

[Lavania]

[member="Reine Bisset"]

"Well if you don't want to move easily, a bottle is just as good allowing you mobility and no one really looks twice at a bottle on your hips." A smile came at that that neither could see and Lavanias tapped her staff before whispering and bringing the green water from her bottle to her hand as a mist. "The spirit ichor is able to both give and take life, heal some of the most grievous injuries or preform spells to hurt. There is a science to the force of it but like other force groups it is deeply rooted in rituals. We will need to get you one to start as well we take you to the pens. I believe the babies are almost big enough."

 

[Reine Bisset]

"Right, so, I would need a bottle or canteen if I don't want to carry around a cauldron or a pot of some kind. Doable, I think," Reine said after a moment. "So, if this Spirit Ichor is controlled by the Force, how exactly does it work? Do you use the Force to command it or are there special magic words I need to memorize?"

At this, Reine realized the other woman, [member="Lavania"], had mentioned something about pens and babies. Frowning under her blindfold, the Sith cocked her head.

"What do you mean by pens and babies? I don't think I need a pet to cart around with me all the time," she said carefully. She really didn't need the extra responsibility. Pets slowed you down or became targets in a fight. At the very best, they were a drain on your supplies. At the very worst, they were a liability that got you killed in a fight.

 

[Lavania]

[member="Reine Bisset"]

"Yes" She left it open for all answers while moving a little and rising up to support herself on her staff while she spoke more. "The words are ancient and made from the oldest witches who came here. We speak them for some spells but others can becomes natural the ability to sense slaves who are fleeing after you mark them with your blood, the ability to grasp nearly any grip with your hands as they are coated in the ichor. Or use it to phase between this world and the next, or raise the dead to your sisters aid. Much can be done and the stronger it is the more incantations, the more power is required."

 

[Reine Bisset]

"Okay," Reine said simply, brushing her hair off her shoulder. "So how do we start?"

She wanted to get on with the lesson and begin learning as soon as possible and while informative, the constant stop-and-explain was grating after a period of time. The Miralukan gritted her teeth, figuratively of course, and waited as patiently as possible for the actual lessons to begin. Hopefully, they would begin soon.

[member="Lavania"]

 

[Lavania]

[member="Reine Bisset"]

Lavania moved down the path, more from practice and experience as the staff tapped the ground and her senses stayed on the pens in the distance, the apprentice at her back and that dull thrum from the blood trail as she felt her friend. Elayne was a talented witch but she had a thing of running off to find her mate... which could lead to danger. The small walk in silence though was enough until she got to the pens and stood there feeling the thunderous footfalls until her snuggly wuggly came near her. The large bull rancor stopping and licking her through its teeth.

Lavania turned her head while she hugged it and spoke for Reine. "Alright this is one of the more important parts." She let her friend go while walking and straightening her headress with the skittering of the creatures around them. "It is time, search for your companion and name him."

 

[Reine Bisset]

Reine followed the witch along the path, trying to figure out what the first lesson was to be. Turned out, it was the same thing she'd stated she didn't want: A pet.

"I don't think I'm going to need a rancor," Bisset stated evenly as she held up both hands. "Rancors are nice and all, but I move fast and light. A pet or animal companion will slow me down or get me killed, regardless of how intelligent it is. I get that the witches have kinship with Rancors, but I'm going to have to pass on this one."

[member="Lavania"]