The Waking Nightmare
Malae Et Mors
Location: Dathomir
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Domina Prime
"Horrors, I believe, should be original--the use of common myths and legends being a weakening influence."
- H.P. Lovecraft -
The legendary planet of Dathomir, where fables and tales spun of witchcraft have seeped from the surface of the planet for countless centuries, has long been associated with the dark arts and mysticism. The red sphere, with its rugged terrains and favorable sanctuaries, held a strong presence of the Force' darker side, where several students of the Dark Side flocked to bask in the blackened energy. From within the planet's reproductive system, she birthed her children known as the Nightsisters, whose history enveloped in witchcraft. It was a rogue female Jedi that brought the knowledge of the Force to the sisters, and from there the clans and covens blossomed, from the Force to Witchcraft they formed the basis for the stories that dance through the ears of space travelers, giving Dathomir her nightmarish reputation.- H.P. Lovecraft -
It wasn't just the Nightsisters that called Dathomir home, whose nickname is the 'Rancor Planet', but it was home to many ferocious and horrifying creatures; both living and dead. The famous rancor beast, the notorious apex predator, stalked the planet, consuming all that could fit in its gaping maw. Though the dead would not be denied their place, giving substance to the ghost stories surrounding the planet. The Creeping Ghouls and Dread Wraiths haunted the minds and courage of those who unfortunately stumble upon these wretched undead, sapping wills and devouring flesh and organs alike.
If there was one planet to avoid, to plot courses around based out of fear, it was Dathomir.....
Deep underground, from the stalking eyes of the galaxy, I concluded my experiment in my lab, The Hollow, where the results flooded me with a mixture of feelings, most leaning toward frustration. Alchemy, any true alchemist would openly admit, was not a simple art; most results ended in failure, but the will to venture toward success laid in the will of the alchemist, and for certain experiments such in the case as this one, living volunteers were required. I ordered the Nightsister to discard the ruined mass of flesh, called Archie, my feathered fowl to me, and headed toward the surface. Today, in all my years of living as the undead, brought new horizons to me. For years to far back to track, I stood by one simple rule, I would never take a student to shape and mold and twist into a perfect creation, mirroring myself flawlessly.
Above ground, I walked through the city of Siuracha Laochra, home to my fellow Nightsisters and myself, The Nardithi Nightsister Coven, to meet my potential Apprentice. This was new ground for me, for in the past I long preached fire and brimstone like a passionate religious icon that I would never take on a student; for the mere thought of having another tethered to me, hanging on my every word, bombarding me with whisimical questions, and forced to punish them for failure seemed befitting for one with greater patience than myself. However, the thought of punishment was manically appealing, for creativity flowed through me and I was, in a summary a murderous tart who pleasured herself through torture and ghastly designs of murder. Everyone needs a hobby; I have always believed that.
I felt a bout of curiosity, today I was breaking from my routine and breaking one of my rules, for I was, in many years, about to embark upon a crusade that was unfamiliar to me. I have seen other Sith and others within the coven convey their teachings to their students, and from appearances, it seemed like simplicity at the core, though nothing is truly simple. The Sith would not tolerate failure without chastisement through verbal or physical actions. And the Nightsisters, they were more patient than the Sith, but equally intolerant of failure, less damnation in reprimands. I stopped my stalking, standing at the edge of the city, and awaited the arrival of my Apprentice.