The Songstress Reborn
Ariealla Vareldi, sith lord turned acolyte, was in quite the distressed state. She knew a partial concern for her beloved Sith Sword was that its power grew, and waned, with her own... yet even so she knew not if the weapon itself was capable of maintaining its basic enchantments, namely sword-to-lightsaber combat. To this end she had been struggling to find any who practiced ancient Sith Sorcery or Alchemy to find an individual capable of restoring the weapon to glory.
And yet, she found nothing. The short woman was upset greatly by this, seating herself down in a spaceport on who knows where, some urban planet Azlyn had brought her to for the sake of her research. It was depressing, utterly depressing. Yet, perhaps her 'student' and 'ally' had found something she did not. She had sent the two messages imploring them to come to her location and, well, figure out a plan. It had seemed Azlyn may know rumours of an individual with the capabilities, and she owed her student her first real lesson. Though, granted, there was no rushing her to power this time. Instead, it was simply a revealing of history, and a lesson from there.
[member="Azlyn Ike"] - [member="Alana Vettry"]
And yet, she found nothing. The short woman was upset greatly by this, seating herself down in a spaceport on who knows where, some urban planet Azlyn had brought her to for the sake of her research. It was depressing, utterly depressing. Yet, perhaps her 'student' and 'ally' had found something she did not. She had sent the two messages imploring them to come to her location and, well, figure out a plan. It had seemed Azlyn may know rumours of an individual with the capabilities, and she owed her student her first real lesson. Though, granted, there was no rushing her to power this time. Instead, it was simply a revealing of history, and a lesson from there.
[member="Azlyn Ike"] - [member="Alana Vettry"]