Garden of Remembrance

[Vereshin]

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Rain soaked the grassy outcrop where Vereshin lead the young Acolyte. Holding an umbrella above both of their heads, the dark mage stopped in the center of the road and slid a hand into his coat to retrieve his pocket watch. He cocked his to head one side in amusement when he realized that both of them were late in receiving the Imperial Reclamation Service, exactly as he had intended. A pale moon seeped over the skyline and illuminated the night on Nathema. Since the Empire had reclaimed the world, Vereshin had bought a house in countryside where he worked in seclusion.

"Half an hour? Good, that means we've got the whole place to ourselves." Holding the watch in one hand, Vereshin made the observation in a chipper tone and delivered a smile towards Heca. Slipping the silver watch back into his pocket, he continued his stride down the road and held the umbrella above the heads of Heca and himself. Around his arm, he held a large and sturdy sack.

The road wound up a small hill and lead to a decrepit gate. In the distance, fences had been erected to stop civilians from passing over the site. Signs warned trespassers of open holes and shovels lay against trees. Raindrops escaped the edge of Vereshin's umbrella and poured off his hat as he gave Heca the majority of the shelter. He unhooked the latch of the iron gate and let her walk up the hill, where piles of unearthed dirt marked the site of the unmarked grave. The air was thick with the Dark Side and Vereshin silently combed the area for any sentient essences.

"Feel that? The ghosts are trying to talk to us." The warning fell off Vereshin's tongue in a slight hiss. He lead Heca towards the closed off area and stood before the gates which the Reclamation Service had erected to stop civilians from trespassing. Without a semblance of concern, Vereshin pushed the gate aside and walked straight through. He waved a hand and beckoned Heca to follow him to the grave site. "This site contains the remains of those who died during the ritual of the Sith Emperor." Vereshin said as he stood before the open hole, where bones jutted out from the earth.

"Which is unusual, considering that the ritual did not leave behind any corpses." Vereshin cupped his chin in thought as he stood directly at the edge of the grave. The dark energy piled from the surface and spilled into the air, threatening to penetrate both Vereshin and Heca. The spirits were agitated and begging to be released. "However, the bones were still stripped of any traces which may have identified who they belonged to." Vereshin explained and promptly handed the sack to Heca without any warning.

"Use the Force to pinpoint the remains which belong to the most agitated spirits" While Vereshin held the umbrella, he instructed Heca to collect the bones. Beside a tree was a shovel, which she may have used if she wished."I will ward off any who might want to take over your body." In a voice monotonous and eloquent, yet soft as air, the Sith sorcerer reassured Heca as she worked to collect as many bones as she could carry.

[member="Heca Foliou"]

 

[Heca Foliou]

She was progressing and having results under the guidance of her Master, [member="Matsu Xiangu"]. They were small ones, however, yet victorious ones nonetheless. Natural, of course; one must struggle and consistently persuade the arts in order to become an apex and master of them. It was painful and tiring, though Heca could tolerate and somewhat enjoy the former. A new strange habit of hers perhaps? Who knew, the Foliou did grow strange everyday, and not in a good way; much more sinister and wicked than herself. After that tragic night the dark entity in her claimed more and more of the young woman, tainting her with the Dark Side of the Force.

While Heca was diligently studying from her Master, the novice Sith Acolyte did had to look outside the box and learn from philosophies and methods of others. Not that the Foliou would trade Xiangu for another Mentor, never. She had grown attached to the Spider throughout their time together.

But that was why the Maenan accompanied [member="Vereshin"] today on this depressing, gloomy, raining night they walked in. Weather she preferred rather than ecstatic ones.

”I do,” the Acolyte answered in a tone lightly interested and curious. She was still rather drab due to a degree of her apathetic behavior she carried with her; however, with the site of a graveyard and crying spirits getting her attention she somewhat brightened up. The dead was something that Heca held an affinity for, wishing to know powers that would experiment with the dead and use it for her own convenience. More so the mention of a ritual carried by the Dark Lord of the Sith told her that this was a perfect area to use an application to fiddle with the dead.

And so it would.

As the pair furthered more into the site they stopped and a sack was thrown at Heca without any warning. Her reflexes caught it at the last moment, catching herself to maintain balance. Then the Sorcerer gave her instructions on what to do next. She had to use the Force and exactly locate bones that belonged to the most agitated, sorrowful spirits. That was something outside of her knowledge.

”And how exactly do I do that?” the young Sith Acolyte asking to the man, not moving where she stood and looking at Vereshin until she received an answer. Her voice still plain and dry with inquisition in her tone and raising her volume an inch though not exactly yelling per say.