Location: Behelian Canyon
Allies: [member="Vilaz Munin"]
This barren and fruitless land that stretched beyond the veil of even enhanced telescopic eyesight was no more impressive than the vast plains of other solitary planets that floated out there in the domain of space. It wouldn't rival the sense of despondency that Korriban would offer, or rival the great plains of Dantooine - and yet something about it felt completely ethereal in nature. The lack of weather was one peculiar strain that despite it's atmosphere being apparent and breathable, there was nothing to stir the elements, no clouds to grace the sky or gusts of wind - even at the mouth of the canyon. Wherever the Mandalorians had found themselves was a chasm that defied natural law, and it was reasonable to suggest that both himself and the Rally Master ascending the cliff face were likely in a place where death had brought all these wailing souls. Haraan was the name their people gave it, a place of despair and tragedy. To find yourself there meant that the Manda did not accept you, that you were not the honorable warrior that faced death in the face and took your final breath with glory. If Azrael had been alone, he might of felt far more worried about this canyon, but at least Vilaz was there to ease his mind.
:: Slow and steady vod. :: Azrael cautioned while he took to his knee, watching Vilaz scale the cliff face hand over hand, likely using the same grip holes that he had previously made on his own climb. :: I'm not even sure we're in the Galaxy to be honest, nothing here feels right, and the sight from here only cements that belief. :: A nod in reference to the wailing of millions of souls that were looking for freedom. Contact with anyone else had been null and void, as the passage of time seemed to stand still. There were so few markers in this realm, so few things that might even gauge the passage of time. Neither dusk nor dawn illuminated the land, but a hazy shade of green and muted brown tones littered the landscape before them. Once Vilaz came towards the precipice, Azrael lowered his bionic arm and grasped the Rally Master's wrist, pulling him up to his feet and onto the very top of the canyon wall. :: It does my kar'ta well to know I'm not facing this world alone. :: There was no fear in that statement, as neither would fear this place, but a relief of sorts that they could conqueror this plain together.
:: Come :: Azrael beckoned his Rally Master and shifted on foot to flank Vilaz and move towards the mound of rock and stone that sheltered their current vantage point. Moving around the obstruction, the vast sea of wailing souls was in full view. Sentients in all shapes and sizes calling out with wailing voice and waving arms, begging for salvation from every angle. The canyons, the valleys, the peaks and the formations beyond them in an ever expanding landscape. All of them crying in continuous rhythm as if their chanting was some sort of punishment or fate they had fallen into. :: I still don't know where we are vod, but one thing is for certain - we are not alone. ::
