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Event Solstice of Mirage Fields [Open to All]



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WIELDING: X | X
TAG: Lunara Azure Lunara Azure

Oleander tugged at his collar, uncomfortable with the layers that seemed too light yet pulled tight against his shoulders and throat. From his understanding, they had meant to go to an opera and as such, despite his initial protests, he'd acquiesced to Lunara Azure Lunara Azure 's insistence his usual armor wouldn't be necessary. He'd raised further protests when he'd spotted the white cloth framing his legs and shoulder and then the gold filigree that decorated the jacket. Hardly befitting for the creature of shadow, especially in the event of an emergency. Likely a surprise to few, Lunara's insistence won out.

The portal and its colorful herald were unexpected, to put lightly. Oleander was immediately grateful he'd managed to keep his weapons on him even if his armor had been left in his quarters. He found himself torn between two duties - to protect Lunara (that was why he was going to the opera with her, right?) and to investigate the anomaly.

Tell me a secret. The words clawed their way into his skull. He paused, uncertain what secrets he had to tell. More specifically, what secrets could he get away with telling. Something from before his slumber, perhaps. "I have been responsible for the toppling of more than one government." It was amazing what the right assassination, the right tidbit of information passed on, could do to an already shaky establishment.

. . .​

The banquet hall they found upon entering the portal caused Death's brow to furrow. There was a familiarity in this place, to be expected of the Nether, yet with a perplexing flavor to it. While the smell of sweets and savories would appeal to many, he was sure, there was only one food he had a nose for. Soup. Suspicion filled his thoughts as he surveyed the area, drawing closer to Lunara.

"Be careful what's offered here. There's no telling what forms of trickery and traps await." He said in a low voice, hazy gaze looking out for any more of the herald's cohorts. "Be careful who you give your name to."

 
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No, we are not on New Cov at all. It is a simplistic observation, yet I should not be so entirely surprised. I am glad however that for the moment he has refrained from commenting on the secret that I had told. I can only hope that protocol dictates that secrets are not exactly a topic to be discussed in a public place. And although this place that we have ventured in seems to be isolated. It is still very much public.

I give him a nod as he suggests that the tent might help me to warm up. "Let us hope so. And how we are to head back home is something else to work on later."

I keep my arms huddled, shivering in the cold. It is both uncomfortable but also a little bit exciting, for I have not come across such an experience before.

We are not the only ones to enter the tent, for I had seen some do so ahead of us. And sure enough there they are, as well as the apparent owner of this merchant tent. I step inside and am met straight away with warmth. Still I shiver in spite of myself as my body seems to rid itself of the cold that had gripped it.

I dip my head in thanks at the offered drink and pick it up gingerly in my hand. It is not until I settle myself down on a cushion that I bring the glass to my lips for a sip. It is unlike anything that I have had before. There is a kick to it, yet it too provides me with more warmth.

"Thank you very much. This is delightful. I am Director Liin Terallo of New Cov. Might I have your names please?" My eyes drift both around the assortments of items around me, as well as to the others within the tent. I recognize the young ones from the recent celebrations in Ilic City. Still we had yet to be properly introduced.

Tags: BB-4001X BB-4001X Collector Collector Lysander von Ascania Lysander von Ascania Persephone Dashiell Persephone Dashiell
 

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Corscuant still held the scars of conflict and war, the gapping maw remained, once the home of a warship that the Dark Empire had somehow managed to build to near completion beneath the nose of the Galactic Alliance without raising suspicion or inquiry. It would take years, if not decades to rebuild the destruction, to heal the planet-spanning cityscape, and make the event only remembered in historical text and the stories of the old. For now, it would remain, a stark reminder to the people of Coruscant that the Alliance was not untouchable nor unassailable, a reality that many on the fringes of the vast system-spanning Federation had to face each day.
The lives that had been lost were incalculable, and even as the rubble was still being sorted through, and crews of labor droids toiled to repair the damage, cadavers were still being discovered. Those who lived on the fringes of society, those who had lost so much, and still the galaxy demanded their lives when all they sought was a place of refuge and shelter in the lower levels. For many they would not be remembered, nor would those above seem to care that the lives of those in the lower levels were so impacted or easily thrown away; that was the unfortunate reality of the Alliance despite all the good that they did, that they could do, there were still those who slipped through the cracks and were forgotten, even in death.
There had been little reason for the woman to travel to the rift, the plunging hole that, only a couple of months prior, had seen Jedi, Adventurers, and many others descend into the darkness to face the denizens that claimed the lower levels. The noises that still echoed from the depths were more than enough to keep away the skittish and easily frightened. Guards had been posted to ensure that no one else attempted to descend into the darkness and that nothing attempted to rise once more and threaten the people of Coruscant. It had been one of these postings, an unsure and raw recruit that had sounded the alarm when the rift had first appeared.
She stood silently before the masked figure, golden-yellow hues peering from beneath the enclosed helm that she wore. The woman listened and watched, her attention shifting carefully between the individual and the rift that remained at its back.
"Welcome, welcome, to the edge of all you know and all you dare not know! This is your doorway to the Diavolin Mists, where winter never sleeps and secrets dream of being found. There is power here. Merriment! Excitement…Everything a Solstice could ever offer. Are you brave enough to face the pale? To cross between this world and the next?"
Quietly she stepped forward, her attention falling solely upon the rift now as she approached, only stopping as her ears perked up and she heard the warning.
"You see, my frosty friends, this portal is hungry. Not for flesh—oh no, that's far too pedestrian. It craves the truth. One secret from each of you! Large, small, juicy, dry… It matters not, so long as it is true. A lie, however..."
A heavy sigh slipped from her lips as she bowed her head, her mind racing at the thoughts, the secrets that she held. Her arms remained at her side, her hands slowly balling into fists as the voices within her mind, the memories, rose into a calamitous chorus that threatened to drown out her thoughts of the here and now. Each memory rose and fell in time, drawing her attention, and pulling her focus to it until in the final moments were mind quieted and her mindscape was nothing more than a black emptiness bathed in darkness.
In that darkness, there was a light, a simple flash that drew the eye to what appeared to be a reflective surface. Her breath caught in her throat, the secret that she would give had revealed itself, and it was one that she had kept closely guarded. Everything about her life, every little aspect that had been tailored made, and provided to historians and would-be authors, all of it... that had been the lie. Slowly her head rose, a soft breath slipping from her lips as her eyes opened, those golden-yellow hues peering into the rift, the ebbing and waning pulsing awaiting the secret, the truth that it craved.
"I..."
Her voice was shaky, as though there was fear of the words that waited beyond the pause. She steadied herself, her memories flooding into her mind once more of the countless conflicts that she had seen, the fear that had passed through her in all those moments. She remembered how she remained, still standing as she steeled herself and took in a deep breath, her confidence restored.
"I am not of this Galaxy nor Dimension..."
The portal shuddered, the song that it sang, unheard by her until now, seemed almost deafening...
The Gateway Opened...
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Liin seemed to relax somewhat as they entered the tent. Her behavior now unclear as to whether she was cold or anxious. Or some combination of the two. Body language was a difficult aspect of human interaction.

The others in and around the tent seemed to have the same kind of what is this look to them as Liin did. The exception seemed to be the figure that greeted them.

"As for you, hmm, now that's a mystery."

"There seems plenty of that to go around," the afro-bot remarked, as Liin accepted a drink and then asked the names of the others in the tent.

He was curious if anyone knew where they presently were, already harboring some suspicions about the figure who seemed to be the tent's merchant. But for the time being, he was happy to observe, record, and analyze.

No sense chiming in until he had more data to process.
 



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Tags: Persephone Dashiell Persephone Dashiell Collector Collector Liin Terallo Liin Terallo BB-4001X BB-4001X Judah Lesan Judah Lesan

Lysander's lips curled into a grin as he regarded the figure before them. “What’s this? Persie’s credcard denied?” The words were edged with mirth. There was some kind of irony in the unfolding scene that the Padawan simply just couldn’t ignore. Their meetings always seemed to resolve around the theme of who would foot the bill.

Shooting a sidelong glance at the girl, his amusement quickly began to fade. Skepticism flickered across his youthful features. He wasn’t entirely sure if the moment called for laughter or concern.

Were they venturing into deeper waters?

Still, he was determined to try and unravel more of this mystery. Taking several strides forward, he sank into the cushions. His curious gaze wandered to the woman nearby, her aura seemingly familiar. Next to her, he noticed a boy observing, perhaps just as skeptical as he was currently feeling.

At least they weren't alone.

His focus shifted to the drinks.
"Thank you," he offered. With a flick of the hand, he took one of the cups. The foreign aroma wafted up to meet him; his eyes widened with curiosity. It was certainly different from the more fruity and harmless beverages he was used to. “It smells worse than a Jawa,” he mused while pulling his head back.

Swallowing hard, he brought it closer to his lips and took a small sip. The sharp flavor was overwhelming and he coughed. “Whoa, that's strong!”

A shade of crimson crept into his cheeks from embarrassment. He tried to dismiss it with another casual grin and looked ahead to the mysterious figure. “Okay, so.. if you don’t accept credits,” he said, glancing back at some of the others, “then how exactly do you buy something here?”


 
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Tag: Collector Collector | Persephone Dashiell Persephone Dashiell | Liin Terallo Liin Terallo | BB-4001X BB-4001X | Lysander von Ascania Lysander von Ascania

It seemed the Jedi was not alone in the large purple tent. For a while the older Master kept to himself, choosing to observe those which were around him. His hand moved over the trinkets as he decided to look for something specific. Maybe it was there, maybe it was not, but a tent that showed up in the middle of nowhere would mean anything was possible right?

A voice called out.

Each item had its own story. Judah had a story. They all had a story. Perhaps it was what the old Jedi needed, to share his story and learn the story of others. His past seemed to be something that had more days than his future. Older age was something that had made the Jedi more reflective. Were it not for the fact he knew the Galactic Alliance and the Sith were still at a stand off which could turn into all out war at any time, he would have likely found some quiet place to keep to himself.

His gaze turned toward the group, not really hearing what they had said. Judah had been lost in his own world for a moment, but as he approached he said his hellos.

“Hi,” he said to the group and took whatever seat had been offered.

He looked at the host.

“So how is everyone?”

 
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Location: New Alderaan -> Diavolin
Tag: Lissa Lissa

Lissa was hesitant as they returned to the jester who was the keeper of the portal to Diavolin. It was amusing to Iellax, though she was very sure her partner's anxiety was not based on fear in the least bit.

"You are ever so cute when you worry. Don't fret too much Precious. This is going to be fun and exciting." Iellax was very much looking forward to investigating the Netherworld. Plus anything with a degree of free reign and Lissa involved always made Iellax' pulse race.

"Just one secret from each of you, is all I require. Large or small. But it must be true." The jester repeated, before giving a mischievous chuckle. "And once the price is paid, you will be allowed to enter! Within you will find a land of mirages, shattered secrets, and dark dreams..." The envoy spoke in an ominous tone. All of the possibilities only raised Iellax' excitement.

"Oh, and holiday cheer too, of course!" The jester added, before once more breaking out into a fit of giggles, bouncing up and down as he did.

Lissa hesitated causing Iellax to giggle. Though the Nagai assassin had many secrets, she had tried to be an open book with Lissa. Her secret would need to come from her past. Lies weren't secrets. So revealing that she saved Lissa for personal reasons more than professional ones would not count as a secret. Everyone knew that was the case by now.

"Wait! Patience, dear. A secret will always remain just that. A secret." Suddenly, the air shifted, forming a transparent barrier that separated Lissa and the jester from Iellax. The clone realized immediately that it blocked all sound from entering or leaving, thereby forming a perfect soundproof seal. Turning back around, she saw that it blurred Iellax's figure as well, preventing either of the women from making out any precise details or movements regarding the other.


"Now, the price of admission, dear. And take your time, if you so desire it. Patience is a virtue."

"I pretend to like eating Gruuvan Shaal Kebabs..." Lissa swallowed. "For Iellax, because it's her favorite food and she loves making it. But I really, really don't like eating them. I throw them away if she isn't looking. They make me feel bloated." She took a deep breath then, closing her eyes in relief as if a weight had just been lifted from her shoulders.

The jester in turn mimed the action of a credit chip being slotted into a card reader, mimicking characteristic beeps and clicks as the chip was processed, before giving a conclusive beep.

"Payment approved!" With that, the jester stepped aside and extended a hand towards the portal, offering the clone passage inside.

Iellax watched as Lissa stepped forward and disappeared through the portal. She didn't hesitate to make her own "payment". "When I was young I had a pet nexu," Iellax started. She looked to the jester who seemed to be waiting for more. "When the Hutts came. I killed her. They couldn't have her. She was mine."

"Payment approved!" the jester spoke again as he stepped aside and extended a hand towards the portal, Iellax nodded and hurried to catch Lissa.

Once they were side by side again on the other side of the portal Iellax leaned into Lissa's shoulder and whispered. "Precious. I like cooking for you… Gruuvan Shaal is my specialty. I will cook whatever you wish. Gotta keep flesh on those hips and…" the rest was left unsaid but Iellax winked to Lissa suggestively that she assumed Lissa would guess.


 

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TAG: Personal story. Will be open to RP if someone comes to me with a good story first in DMs.

A secret.

The envoy had asked for a secret. Jonyna had often told others she was an open book, and for the most part, that was true. The cathar master didn't feel the need to hide anything about herself, and rarely kept anything to herself.

Rarely, but not always.

She did have one secret to keep. One that she kept hidden from the rest of the jedi. The rest of the people she had grown to call a family.

Once upon a time...

She had touched the dark. Let the predator out of the cage.

All it did was scare the crap out of her...

Jonyna stared into the netherworld with a frown. The last time she was here, it wasn't by choice. That day was a blur in her memory, but as she walked into the crystal cavern, she was faced with it. The moment of darkness.

It felt like forever ago...

Daxxon II...

The crew of the Tenacity had found themselves ambushed by imperial bought mercenaries. A band of raiders that had only one goal. Find the rebel hideout, and destroy it. They had taken the local people, the Azuli, hostage to try and draw the rebels out.

That had been their mistake.


Jonyna could only watch her younger self. A woman who had so much to prove to herself. Back then, Jonyna was a spry kitten, looking to prove she was a jedi. That she could stand where other had, others more important, more legendary that she ever was. Little did she know what would come in her future, but back then...

"Such a rookie..." Jonyna scoffed, as she watched herself. "All you did back then was flail around and-"

"And look like a fool, I know."

The elder cathar paused, tilting her head. "Can...you hear me?"

"Duh. You gonna lament on days gone by, or are you gonna help me?!"

This felt wrong. Helping her younger self in a moment of her darkest desires...

She couldn't change the past, but...

Maybe it would at least make her feel better about it.

 





Credcard was slipped back into her pocket as apparently the merchant didn't deal in credits. Persephone immediately figured the payment would be in bartered form. Yet what was she going to barter away? Her earrings? Necklace? The pepper spray in her crossbody purse? She sat down on the cushion, delicately grabbing her blumfruit juice and taking a sip as Lysander sputtered and looked like an overall fool. Did she not just warn him about the alcohol in jawa juice? Typical hard headed boy.

"Hello Director Terallo. I am Persephone Dashiell. We didn't say hello to one another on New Cov."


She seemed to be the only one to give her name but it didn't matter. Her identity wasn't some type of secret and she doubted anyone here wanted to kidnap her. Especially since they had all arrived in this merchant tent and looked just as bewildered as she did. Well, Lysander had put on some confidence but beyond him.

Another asked how they were. Slender shoulders shrugged.

"Fine, thank you. Just wondering how I got here. Yourself?"

 


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The ground beneath Braze's boots gave way to an odd stillness as he stepped through the Rift, the lavender lightning arcs crackling behind him. The air shifted—warm and sweet, laden with the faint aroma of blossoms. Braze blinked against the sudden change in light, his pearly hair catching the golden hue that bathed the field stretching out before him.

Flowers, impossibly vibrant, carpeted the landscape in waves of purple and blue, their petals shimmering as though kissed by starlight. Soft breezes rippled through the blooms, carrying whispers that tugged at the edge of his mind. Above, the purple skies still twisted and churned, but the field felt... calm, deceptively so.

"The hunt begins where all things end," the envoy had said before he crossed the threshold, their sharp grin framed by shadow. "Follow the scent of secrets, but beware the truths they reveal. The shard is waiting… but so, too, are you."

Braze hadn't understood their words fully then, but now, as the field stretched before him, their meaning seemed to settle uneasily in his chest. Was this place a reflection of him? A trap? Or something worse?

A breeze stirred the flowers, and a voice, faint and lilting, seemed to drift on the air: "To find what you seek, seek what you fear. To hold the shard, surrender what you hold most dear."

Braze froze, his gaze darting across the sea of blooms. The whispers grew faint again, but the pull in the Force remained—stronger now, threading through the air and urging him forward. Somewhere in this tranquil scene, the Shards of Power lay hidden.

The hunt had begun.

 
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As Kurayami wandered the ever-shifting ethereal plains he kept he Force senses wide open as well as a close eye on his surroundings as one who was a walking nexus might want to do in the Netherworld. He knew that it was possible that the armor would attract unwanted attention, however this was also armor he wad worn on many an expedition through the Netherworld before with absolutely nothing taking note of him, such was the way of the Void and that he was well aware. It was acquainted with riddles and games and more than happy to let one pass with minimal resistance one time or to at least think that they had done so. It had a funny way of showing up as a streak of bad luck, or other such circumstances to exact the toll it felt it was owed if one had managed to 'get off easy' during their last trip. These musings were why he hadn't posed his truth as a riddle or 'less detailed' version of the truth, instead he gave the whole truth. There was no toll the Netherworld could exact from his words that was unpaid. That didn't mean his time within would be easy though.

Indeed not. That was about to be shattered in fact during his wandering as the wind began to blow. Only a slight rustle, the slightest of whispers was carried on the currents if he were to listen carefully. Admittedly he was not doing so at first yet the intensity of the winds never changed around him but what did ever so slowly, was the environment. First a light rain, slowly transitioning to a flurry of snow, and finally what caused him to stop and look around him...the clanking of his boots against metal. As he looked around the whisper on the wind finally made itself heard Sabotage! Betrayal! Traitor!

Kurayami stood frozen for a second, his eyes darting wildly taking in every detail as he instinctively reached for the TL-50 and flipped the safety off the steady whine of the fully charged weapon further focusing his senses to finding the source of the words. As soon as he thought he had something he began moving slowly towards what looked to be the common area, as it stood he was near the maintenance bay. Everything seemed familiar here, the schemes of the craft were right, mottled grey camo, sand gold trim. This was Aquila Squadron's hangar. Nearing the common room, he dropped down behind a droid recharge rack, listening closely for any other voices. There was the indistinct murmur of chatter amongst his squadmates. Voices he hadn't heard in many years, how many decades since he had heard Erich, or Dietrich address him? And then he heard Amara's voice again and it hit him like a cargo hauler.

Standing once more, the Corellian brought the rifle up to a ready position and moved slowly to the entrance of the common room. The moment he saw them Amara motioned for him to lower the rifle, fearlessly approaching him with two drinks in hand. "Well now look who came to visit boys, our long lost leader. So Ami, you decide to stay for good this time or is this just a pop in and say hi visit? Actually don't answer that we all know you aren't here for good....even if you should be." She smirked at him held out the drink. "You could at least do us the honor of joining your old mates for a drink. Or are you too good for us now Mr. Hero of the Commonwealth? Think we don't keep tabs on you? Or know about the whispers the Nether gave you a few minutes ago? Wonder why it chose those words? Got any ideas...min tejha larel?"

So much about her speech had made sense, up until the very end...something about it seemed so wrong. What was it though? He had to approach the situation carefully here. Let the Netherworld think he was completely clueless as to the meaning of her last phrase. Don't let it know that he knew she had called him 'my undying love.'
"Amara, I'd be happy to join you for a drink, I brought my own flask. No offense, but I know how the Netherworld can be with food, and it doesn't always agree with me. Now I am very happy to hear that you have kept up with things on my side of the veil, but the last phrase you used, 'mij teha larnel?' or something...I've never heard that before. What does it mean?" He uncapped his flask though, kept his senses on alert as he sipped through the extendable straw in the breathmask. "Oh, for one so traveled and learned as you, I figured you must have heard it by now. Or that you would have learned the meaning behind phrase inscribed on that bloodsteel ring of mine you wear on the electrum chain. Given how close it is to your heart. 'My undying love.' Gotta say I am disappointed in you dearest Ami. What would Jenni think, would she be upset to know that you had no idea? Or would she be proud that you managed to erase my memory so completely so you could move on with her?"

 
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Location: Outside Nether Moon Cantina - Diavolin
Tag: Iellax Pellis Iellax Pellis

A flash of light overcame Lissa’s vision. Then moments later, she found herself standing just outside of a bustling establishment. Glancing up, the clone saw the words ‘Nether Moon Cantina’ emblazoned on a sign above the entrance. However, it was the myriad scents—those of fresh bread, cooking meats, and sweet delicacies—wafting through the air which gave away the building's purpose.

However not one to be caught off-guard, Lissa took stock of the rest of her surroundings. Scanning the area, the clone quickly realized that the entire location was in fact a small city situated within a floating ruin. Light emanated from violet-hued crystal lights and fires burned from braziers which doubled as statues of slaves hefting heavy loads over their heads. The people were an eclectic mix of species, with most appearing to be occupied with the ongoing festivities. However, there were others—like her—who seemed utterly out of place. Visitors.

When Lissa turned around again, she saw Iellax back at her side, at which point the clone immediately stepped towards her, finding immediate comfort in the familiar.

Yet the curiosity remained.

A playful grin drew up the corners of Lissa’s lips in response to Iellax’s flirtations, the wink returned with a half-lidded stare which manifested equal parts captivation and excitement.

“I’ll make sure to eat whatever you serve me, then.” Lissa drawled before letting loose with a soft giggle. “But maybe I can get flesh from somewhere else, too.” She added, before gesturing towards the Cantina situated in front of them. “What do you say we go inside and share a meal?” The clone asked, her hungry, wide-eyed gaze glancing towards Iellax for approval.


 
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Tag: Judah Lesan Judah Lesan | Lysander von Ascania Lysander von Ascania | Liin Terallo Liin Terallo | Persephone Dashiell Persephone Dashiell | BB-4001X BB-4001X | Open

The Collector's brow rose a fraction at Liin Terallo Liin Terallo 's request to have the names around her, amused. "Names have power," he mused, ruby eyes casting a glance over each occupant of his tent in turn. "Having someone's, even more so. Especially here." A bejeweled hand gestured to the area around them, tent flaps opening for but a moment as if to emphasize the importance of names extending to Diavolin itself. "You may, however, call me The Collector."

His attention flickered to the false humanoid BB-4001X BB-4001X , head canting to the side in consideration. "Yes, it would certainly seem so. Do let me know if a refreshment speaks to you, however. I would hate to be a poor host."

He was content to let the group converse among themselves for the time being. It was a rare thing for the Purple Tent to host multiple parties at once. So much of what he had to offer was personal in nature (or would easily turn personal), it seemed counterproductive to conduct such business with an audience if it could be avoided. And yet here they all were, called by the tent for one reason or another. A truly curious event.

The pleasant smile across his face pulled wider at Lysander von Ascania Lysander von Ascania 's question. "What do you have to offer?" Another gesture, this time to Persephone Dashiell Persephone Dashiell . "As I'm sure your friend has gathered, coin has no meaning here. But trinkets and secrets? Memories and sensations? All on the proverbial table." Someone once offered him their taste of Wasaka berries. Another, the memory of a dear friend. The more they cherished the item they offered (or even the more they despised it), the more it was worth.

"All who find this tent are in search of something," another glance was cast upon each of them in turn. "And as charming as pleasantries are," his gaze came to linger on Judah Lesan Judah Lesan , "I doubt that is where ambitions end."

 
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Well at least someone divulged their name. For a brief moment I had thought that outside of my travelling companion, I was being ignored. Perhaps even that I was invisible in this strange place. But no, the young lady had been brought up well.

Her name gives me pause however, for I am familiar with the surname. "Dashiel? Are you related to Judah Dashiell Judah Dashiell by chance?"

I turn my attention to the owner of the tent while he spoke. His words were curious and cryptic as though they were spoken by someone from a fairytale. Unless of course it was some Force wizard thing, of which I had no power nor ability. I do not see how names could hold such power, unless of course one was hiding from an enemy. However I have no enemies, so there is no reason for me to hide my identity. But a nickname is what he divulges and so I bow my head before having another sip of the drink in my hand.

I listen further as the Collector relayed the rules for his establishment. Credits were of no use, but things were. Even so much as memories? A secret was already given to arrive here in the first place and with an audience, I was not about to reveal more.

So what could I be after? There were plenty of things that I was wanting. But nothing that could ever be found in a tent such as this. However the safest and easiest option for me now was for something simple. "I was not expecting to encounter snow or the cold. Do happen to have a coat suitable to keep me warm in the cold? I can offer you my jeweled barrette?" I turn my head slightly so that he could see it within my hair.

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TAG: Personal story. Will be open to RP if someone comes to me with a good story first in DMs.

It was moments like this that made Jonyna question the intentions of the Force. She trusted it with her life, but the Force had a strange way of making her reflect. The title of Master, it was something she had worked for ages to achieve, and yet it didn't make her so naïve to assume she had nothing left to learn. Nowhere left to grow.

The figure in front of her snarled as they, together, approached the mercenary base. Jonyna remembered this part vividly. Thee blaster turrets, two trained on her, one trained on a group of civilians. Back then, such things were a hassle to deal with on their own. Back when her lightsaber was just a heap of scrap thrown together. Back when she was just a wannabe padawan calling herself a knight. Back before she had the storm at her back, back before she had an entire archive worth of material to keep up with.

She had no one to ask questions, no one to tell her how to be a jedi, no one to push her in one direction or the other.

She was a wildcat.

"HEY! LET THEM GO!"


"Put your lightsaber down, and raise her hands to the sky so we can shoot you! Bounty says Wanted: Dead, and I'm here for the money!"

She watched as her younger self snarled at that.

"No can do."

"...then we'll just have to convince-"


This was it. The moment that drove her over the edge.

She wouldn't allow it.

 
Today, my adventure begins on a very particular planet. I've passed through some kind of portal that has brought me to Diavolin. This place is charged with force; I can feel it. I sense great danger here, and there are many presences around me I'm clearly not alone.

I focus on the force to try and locate the source of this power; it draws me to a specific place, but something tells me it won't be that simple to reach it. All I have to do is walk, meditate, stand up, and move forward. Wield my saber if anyone blocks my path. And crush them all. This power must be destroyed; it poses a threat to anyone who might seize it. The grey path that I represent has decided to intervene in this chaotic environment.

I must also be wary of my own demons. I've been roaming the galaxy alone for five years; why would that change today? I don't feel like joining the Sith faction; I want to restore the balance of the force. Today, I am a destroyer. With a childlike, cheerful step, I walk through all this chaos, humming and singing. My equipment ready, my lightsabers and utility belt at my waist, ready for battle.

I wear a determined look on my face; I'm here to wreak havoc. To play the troublemaker, burn everything I can, set fires, destroy, break, smash. There's no room for hesitation they will kill me once they discover what I really intend to do here. My grey aura must surely draw attention, and I hope I can reach the place where the thing causing this radiance is stored so I can dispose of it before someone else grabs it.

I will also need to speak to those present; if I encounter adversaries, I need information, and they will provide it, willingly or by force. It will depend entirely on them. I have a personal score to settle.

"Hahaha, i am not invited, but i come to the partyyyy!"

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Location: Cinder Valley [Diavolin - Echoes of the Past]
Tag: Darth Prazutis Darth Prazutis [OPEN]

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Her first footsteps through the portal were marked with deliberate grace.

Into…Chaos? There was a room full of people, all talking at the same time, while the scent of home-cooked food and stale ale slapped her in the face. She caught bits and pieces of information while portals repeatedly opened with what appeared to be a tavern. Unceremoniously, dropping people on polished pinewood floors.

She turned slowly…
What was this?

A hawker was advertising some sort of scavenger hunt in one direction, while a mystic, seemed to be trying to guide others toward some sort of vision quest. There were merchants offering trinkets and all the while there seemed to be a presence that she couldn't pin down. The air felt like it was full of energy. The ground beneath her feet felt electric. Alive. It was more connected to the Force just by existing than she had ever know anything to be.

Her senses tuned out everything within the Cantina and stretched to see what was beyond this façade of a festive celebration and felt something untouchable. There was a timelessness, an endlessness, that made her feel as if she had stepped onto an island in the void. Ignoring the flashy crew that seemed intent on gaining her attention to try and lure her to one activity or the other…She made her way toward what looked to be the exit. Srina could feel eyes.

Not accusatory, but there was more than a little wariness. Thinking better of her position she pulled her hair to the side and tugged her hood up to better conceal her features. She pressed her force signature as low as it could be, swallowing her might, her presence, and stepped out into the cold. It was evening. The snow flattered beneath booted feet, powdery, and fresh-falllen. There were floating festive lights in the distance. Lighting a path that she had no intention of taking.

There was something pulling at the edges of her vision.

Something she couldn't quite see. Such blindness, bothered her. The Empress was a woman who always seemed to be one step ahead of the

Her path eventually led toward a cliff where a great white tree was perched. Pink blossoms clung to the branches and the area seemed to have no more than a dusting of the same snow that had blanketed the city proper. The sensation of being watched by a million eyes pressed deeper into her soul but it wouldn't unmake her resolve to seek out the source of this impromptu madness. She didn't like the thought that a portal to lands unknown had just opened within the city walls. It was a security breach of the highest order, even though, she had yet to see a portal that led back the way it came.


"What are you…", she whispered to the evening, expecting, to spend this time in solitude. The quiet Echani was unfortunately reminded of the story her first love had spun about their child after her passing. Aryn Teth Aryn Teth had implied that the unborn spirit had been witnessed within the underworld. That he had seen her. At the time…She had suspected it to be misdirection, the product, of weakness produced by the Light. Wishful thinking, rather than maliciousness.

What else could have brought him back from the dead? To the small cottage, they'd shared on Naboo…Full of memory and pain. With rooms that would never be full, with dust, in place of the love that had once burned bright. Srina did not dwell, often, on this part of her past. Maliphant had appeared as if by providence to soothe what had been left of her. To piece her back together, to love her, as none had ever managed. He did not besmirch her nature and selflessly taught her that her affections were not weakness. That they were worth, cherishing.

Maliphant…Her sun and sky, her end, and beginning.

She longed for the man her husband had once been. But @Darth Empyrean… Was also, that same man. A changed version with more power, more anger, but he was still there. He had shared the sadness of losing her firstborn among the Nightlands of Ryloth. His children, the product of their union, the enduring representation of what they shared…Were her primary focus.

And yet? She could not hold them. She could not protect them. She could not love them.

Not unless she wished that they share the same fate of a sibling that had never drawn breath.

Her unborn had never even had a name.

Srina breathed outward and a plume of white fog passed from her lips. A brush of her hand caused the snow to move from a smooth rock and the black-clad figure sat down. Alone, among a sky that seemed endless. Full of color. But…Not a star in sight. No moon.

This was not a planet.

No.

This Diavolin… was most definitely the Netherworld. Land of the departed, the mists beyond, a place, that had taken so much from her. The formative years of her niece Iuuna Talon Iuuna Talon .

The unlife…of a child she had never met.

Would never meet.
 




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Theme: Que Sera, Sera
Tags: OPEN

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Bare feet one in front of the other step by step Tamsin wandered through the lands of the dead. The deeper she went the stronger the calling came to her from far with in these lands. She was taken aback by the awe of the strange beauty of the land she was stepping through. Sprits wisped by her dancing around her as she moved forward some of them humming hymns of magick and joy as they went about this existence. She wondered what some of them were in life, just the common folk or the souls of great heroes lost to the fades of time.

They all had a story to tell she was sure, and she wondered if she should stop and ask. Yet the calling beckoned her to keep going like sickeningly sweat song stuck in the head. It wasn't words or even music just a feeling of a comforting pull towards its embrace. Warm like a mother's love, something Tamsin herself did not know or did not remember. Was she ever loved she had to wonder, something that had plagued her mind all her life. Were there people out in the world longing for her return, or did those who might have cared about her walk in these lands.

She had been watching all the souls pass her by dancing to the song of silence in the air. She was so caught up in the experience she didn't even notice the shift in the way she was heading, her bare feet touching ashen land beneath her feet the carpet of the golden lotus petals fading away. The sky above went from a starry twilight. into gray and hazy clouds above. The spirits slowly began to slip away from the dancing, and she found herself among spirits that toiled away wondering just in circles. They mumbled their despair and regrets.

Those who had danced were ones who had lived the lives that had ended fulfilled. Yet these new spirits were of those that had left the world with regret for something not complete. All they could do is remember their failings and mistakes with no way to make it right because they now laid dead. They were the forgotten souls that had not given their former lives meaning or purpose. Living in their misery and regrets and as Tamsin laid eyes them she could only feel pity for them. Still the call for her deeper with in the lands of the dead, no time for to stop tell even one of these spirits to let go of what can never be changed.


 


One eyebrow slid upward on the droid's forehead.

It seemed his initial assessment of the individual or entity identified as The Collector had been accurate. And was now shifting to a threat assessment. As the Collector answered both the young woman and Director Terallo, it was clear that the individual had both knowledge and experience with where they were presently located, and seemed to suggest or imply a connection of sorts as well.

The physical indicators of wealth were meaningless here, yet names, memories, and secrets were assigned value. It seemed connected to the toll paid to arrive here. A secret for the price of entering. And what was more, the Collector hadn't just said that they were valuable, but had power. What kind of power? For what purpose? To what end?

"Based on the descriptions supplied by the Collector, I doubt the physical value of the barrette transfers to the economics of this environment," the afro-bot remarked, before adding, "However, were you to ascribe a memory to the barrette that supplies its emotional or sentimental value to you, I imagine that would assign it value based on the description we've been given."

A guess, but based on the information provided, it seemed a logical conclusion.

The droid's gaze shifted back from Liin to the strange host. What was the connection between this merchant and this environment? And if memories and secrets were currency, was it possible the physical laws of this region were different from those of realspace?

That last question was concerning for the idea of no longer being in realspace, but of late that had actually happened to the droid quite a bit. So it seemed more plausible a conclusion than it might otherwise have to a droid.
 
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Location: Nether Moon Cantina, Diavolin
Tag: Lissa Lissa

On the other side of the portal Iellax' eyes were just as active as Lissa's. Though her wide yellow-ish orbs were not assessing the environment for threats in a trained and controlled manner. Hers were seeing something that she had only heard about for the first time. A place she wasn't even sure was a real place. A place where possibilities were not as finite as what Iellax was told exist.

Iellax had seen many sights in the galaxy. From the dullest, most depressing to the richest, most vibrant settings. Yet, as promised, Diavolin provided something new and exciting. The Nagai could hardly register what possibilities were there before noticing something new. What to do first was a mystery that needed to be solved, but Iellax couldn't focus until Lissa's voice broke through the haze of amazement.

"I appreciate you being amiable to my desires. But I do think that it is time that we share things that are yours as well as mine," Iellax purred. Of course she would b le the driving force of their new choice.

"Oh…there are many places to satisfy yourself with the taste of flesh Precious. All you need is to ask and I will share," Iellax added in a husky tone. "A bite to eat is only the beginning of this date my dear," Iellax giggled suggestively. She then looped her arm with Lissa's and led the way inside.


 

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