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Location: Ryloth [Just Outside the Borders of Sinner's Well] - Bright Lands
Tag: [member="Drauchir"]
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The fortress that had been built in the dustbowl wastes of Ryloth, Sinner’s Well, was deeply hidden and could rarely be found unless one had the exact coordinates. Whether it was some sort of Sith Sorcery, technology, or a trick of the naked eye was still up for debate. It was for this reason that anyone approaching the area would need clearance codes and an invitation before breaching its perimeter, unless, that is, they wished to be summarily shot down. Normally, the area seemed quite peaceful, with only the occasional coming and going of land speeders and a few ships.
The buildings themselves were tall, ornate, and the topmost spire seemed to linger in the clouds. The atmosphere was thin, but breathable, and the climate seemed mostly temperate. At least, for this time of year, it was temperate. There were occasions when the seasons could be considered exceedingly turbulent with high winds and abnormal bursts of heat—but the planet seemed to have a way of compensating.
Srina Talon had ventured from the fortress for the afternoon. She passed the defenses, the force field, and made her way out on her own. In part, she wanted to give her Master some tome to reacquaint himself with their new housemate, but truly, she just needed a little air. She sped through the Bright Lands without a care, swathed in cooling shades of blue, with white hair flying carelessly behind her. The young Apprentice had taken to riding a swoop like a fish took to water. She loved the feeling of the wind pulling her back, while the landscape became a blur, and she became required to use the Force so that she wouldn’t crash. It was a test of skill not to lose control of her speeder-bike and subsequently die in an extremely painful explosion.
Her destination was located in the area that was just barely still considered habitable without being too hot or too cold. The bright sun heating the ground caused the air to wave, almost like a mirage, and more than once Srina saw things that she knew didn’t exist. The Bright Lands played tricks on the eyes of those who were unaware. She kept a blue and white scarf wrapped around the lower half of her face to keep the dust and sand out whereas a pair of ogles protected her eyes.
Her clothing was sleek, fitting, and well-made for the area. She had a little armor, space for her lightsaber, and protection from the elements. Eventually, she heard the telltale cries of Sky Demons flying loose. They were still too far, and seemed rather small for a long time, until Thorne, her Master’s massive dragon fell into flight just above her. The massive flaps of leathery wings were almost enough to make Srina lose control of her swoop but careful reflexes and perfect timing made the transition seamless.
Briefly, she felt for Etrigan. Why was he so far away? Normally, the moment he thought Srina was leaving the Well, he was right behind her. Thorne roared and the Force-imbued sound shook the area. The sound left her feeling dizzy and a little nauseated so she slowed down. Thorne, Etrigan’s mother, and thrice his size seemed bothered. The bond that she had with the smaller Sky Demon did not entirely extend to Thorne, but, the Mark of the Jart had taught her well.
She could feel that something was amiss. Turning her speeder abruptly Srina cut a sharp right and began to follow the large flying beast. She picked up speed, feeling a sense of unease that did not belong to her, and she only hoped her senses were wrong. The thought of something happening to her Etrigan bothered her more than she wanted to admit. He was a familiar and the very first thing that Darth Metus had given her in the form of a companion. More than a familiar—He was a friend.
‘Etrigan—Where are you?’
As his anxiety rose so did her own.
