Private Overture

[Alida Ember]

A S C E N S I O N
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"I put my armor on, I'll show you that I am."
Wearing: XOXO​

It was the first time she’d been back home since… well.

Standing in the middle of the rubble that remained of the Na’varro home, Alida closed her eyes. For what was now considered ancient history to everyone else in the Galaxy, the Na’varro tragedy (a name she openly scoffed at for its mockery, tragedy carrying the implication that some unforeseen accident had occurred), had only been years for Alida.

Though, recent, or ancient, she doubted that any number of years could ever take away those final memories seared into her mind’s eye like a hot iron. That thick acrid smell of smoke and the feeling of it choking the air from her lungs. The oppressive blazing heat, as the flames spread and devoured all that she’d held dear. The crescendo, the last memory, that nauseating stench of flesh melting away from bone. The ‘tragedy’, that until Laura, had left Alida the sole survivor of her father’s brood.

Dark brown eyes opened slowly to the white and greys of an Ascension winter, inhaling a deep breath of the damped air before walking away. She didn’t know what she was looking for, or why she’d come back to this place, other than a feeling that she needed to return. Part of her thought maybe he would be here, so she’d come prepared. Her hand fell to rest on the hilt of the secured blade at her side, reaching out with her senses for any sign of the man. The Force reached back, holding no revelations that Alen was here. There was something else though, erupting in its stead, a tenebrous energy that rushed in, pressing against her psyche and stealing the oxygen from her lungs.

Who, or what, was this?

Adron Malvern

 

[Adron Malvern]

APPRENTICE​

Tags: Alida Ember ​

"...and when I appear. I shall bring all of my darkness with me." - Darth Malphas
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Ascension. It meant nothing to him. Not the landscape, not the winter snows, and not those who called it their home. For the Sith Lord Darth Malphas there was nothing for him here but a cool wind and a pretty sight.

There was something more that called him here. A voice, a voice that spoke without sound and gave knowledge without counsel. The Dark Side of the Force had brought him to Ascension. It brought him here as it brought him to Xobos Yakieer , Echo Vesulos , and Caelyn Malkavian . His lips curled into a thin smile at the realization. The extensions of his power were growing, both in number and skill. He would have to watch them carefully, for the Sith under him were not defined by the code of two or one. Instead they fell under a new code, one yet in its infancy.

Black boots crunched into the snowy landscape below. It was the only sound that Alida Ember would hear.

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Again and again it echoed out, almost unnaturally as he grew closer to the woman. Yes, he could feel it so vividly. That feeling that drew him to Echo Vesulos and Donne Toulemonde . He stood in the presence of potential. More potential than could ever be possibly ignored. That was why the Dark Side had guided him here.

Her.

Finally, he would pass a mound of rubble, revealing himself to the woman. In the landscape of white and grey, he was a shadow of ebony and silver. Two flecks of amethyst. His eyes, glowing subtly in response to the presence of the Force that fled from Alida. He looked to this woman who kept her hand wrapped around the hilt of her sword and his words were simple.

"Hello Alida." She would feel it. The Darkness that spilled from him in even waves, causing the entire landscape to seem so much darker, so much more grim.
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