Wearing:
Ritual Gown
Armed With: Herself, Saberstaff (Dark Green)
The Sorceress of Ossus, someday to be known as Magdalena Bloodscrawl spied her mutated son from a distance as he savagely fought a Dark Jedi on a hill. He was about fifteen by this point, eyes a blank, sightless white, mouth covered by a red bandana to hide the horrific looking side effect on his lower face. He was dressed in frayed, torn black biker gear, armed with a pilfered green lightsaber, bringing judgement upon the wicked.
He would never know it, but she had sometimes secretly tailed him on particularly difficult assignments to gauge his progression. He was a powerful weapon for the light after he had been bathed in her blood and the soil of his family's burning castle. He had slain 'many' followers of the Dark since changing. The Sorceress, her perception of morality quite alien in certain ways in comparison to other light siders, had thought nothing of what she had done to save his life, and didn't regret it.
Ninety nine percent of the time he was on his own as her greatest weapon. She sent him to a given heretic and the heretic would be slain. She didn't dare send him against a Force Spawn like herself. Even she knew he couldn't handle that. Not yet anyway.
She observed his form, his extreme reliance on Soresu to see him through conflicts. He was so patient, so methodical in fending off his dark robed attacker. But his attacker was just as vicious and calculated as her son was patient.
The Sorceress waited, watching from a shaded tree as the saber duel played out. She whispered no curses to aid her son, and didn't intervene. Her son had to get stronger on his own or she would be sabotaging him.
Finally, her son triumphed, scoring a decapitation strike after he executed a feinting slash that misdirected his attacker, tricked him into trying to parry and making the Sith's head tumble from his shoulders...
But not before he managed to slash her son on the side, making him tumble into the grass.
The Sorceress went out to her son immediately, feeling human like stirrings of concern. She felt his injuries and his pain, and her slowly developing maternal instinct driving her to his side. She knelt down at the unconscious boy, heavily wounded by the strike, but not fatally.
The Sorceress placed a hand lovingly on the boy's forehead, fingers running through messy dark hair as she cradled his limp form and began to use The Light Side to heal him. He would not know she had healed him. She would be gone when he woke.
But she hugged his unconscious figure while she healed him, never wanting to leave him...but knowing she had to...
Present....
Magdalena Bloodscrawl had, upon getting back from Tython, had immediately gone to see Nathan. He was still in shock, kept unconscious in the Bacta Tank aboard one of her Family's
Percival-Class Corvettes
The loss of his left arm had been a decisive wound. His adopted daughter, the Android
Sera Mina
, along with his wife
Vera Mina
, now noticeably pregnant with his son, were by his side.
The Sorceress, having a much better understanding of human-type thinking, had been beside him ever since he had been discharged from the med center. But he had been pushed to his limit mentally and physically by the loss of his arm and had been in poor shape for days after, his seemingly implacable nature finally revealed to have certain limits. He had gone into the tank on his wife's request...
Magdalena knew what was wrong.
The stress of maintaining his shadow empire weighed heavily on him. And with this unexpected, devastating injury, it gad gotten to the point he genuinely needed a vacation.
His very first. A month off. After a lifetime of endless fighting from dusk to dawn.
She wanted to stay with him. But with her getting involved with the RNR as a healer and Light Side specialist, she was needed on Melida, a place where Darth Metus had
ordered the scorching of a sizable section of the world in order to save
Srina Talon
.
How times change, and the people and worlds with them.
Vera stayed in telepathic contact with him, comforting him as best as she could. Sera looked genuinely worried. Her father had always seemed so unstoppable. This was the first real reminder she had ever gotten that he was an organic. A mortal.
"How long until he recovers?" Sera asked, deeply worried about her father, her Android brain not currently fully certain how to process the stress.
Another week in that tank, then he'll be good to move around, daughter." Vera said reassuringly, wincing a bit as the baby kicked in her stomach.
Magdalena was momentarily overtaken by her
Magda Crownwraithe persona, the one she had crafted to act as a Mother as best as a creature like her could. Magda had been gaining more power in Magdalena's subconscious. She was able to emerge more often, say in control longer too.
"I wish I had been there. I might have been able to reattach it..." she said...I suppose I can regrow it...but that will be trickier..."
Sera tilted her head quizzically.
"Grandmother...you seem so powerful. Why should it be so difficult?"
"There are limits. Even for my kind. To regrow our
own limbs is nothing. But to regrow that of another...it's different working with physiology not your own..." Magda answered, touching the surface of the tank, face and mind shifting back to Magdalena's...
"I wish I wasn't needed elsewhere..." she muttered.
Magdalena turned and headed to the cockpit. The ship would drop her off and as soon as her business was concluded she would be heading right back home to care for him properly.
She had never been like this before. So edgy, so uncertain. Having family, real family, had changed her.
Her thoughts had never been this possessive and selfish and full of worry before...
Hours later...
Magdalena, her thoughts still on her son, entered the ancient halls and barely regarded the ancient ruins, though she did her best to show the proper respect and not break anything. She was here to see if the rumors of a Force Spawn's Death Mask was here. If it was, she couldn't leave it in play. Those masks were highly dangerous to the unwary. If a Bad Spawn got it...
Magdalena walked the halls in her shimmering blue gown that was almost reflective, simplistic double bladed lightsaber dangling from her belt about the length of a normal lightsaber hilt, Exar Kun Style. When the saber staff hilt isn't double length, it often was a sign the wielder was an exceptionally lethal staff fighter.
As she passed by various notches and memories etched everywhere, she spotted Master
Phylis Alince
, and decided to introduce herself to her and
Michael Angellus
"Greetings. My name is Magdalena..." she said politely with a bow.
"I'm a Force Healer with experience at Alkahest, and it's come to my attention a dangerous item may be hidden in these ruins. You wouldn't happen to have noticed anything strange or sensed anything out of place, would you?" she asked.
"It poses a threat to the unwary if it's here. I seek to acquire it, destroy it if necessary to prevent a potential... incident..." she explained patiently, mind wandering back to her injured son...
