Gabriel's senses wavered as his thoughts were pulled into the depths of the Force, his vision clouding over as a dreamlike quality settled around him. He found himself standing on the precipice of an ancient and foreboding Sith Tomb, watching as the unfolding events between Braze and the young blonde girl, Aliris, took place.
Initially, he saw the blond girl alone, and using force lightning to try and get the puzzle door to open- Shortly though Braze seemed to tumble down from a shaft in the cavern's ceiling. After a brief introduction, the two seemed to ponder the door puzzle together.
The two Force-sensitive beings, one so innocent and the other so cunning, moved together in a swirling dance, the echoes of their earlier Force-driven winds still hanging in the air. Braze and the blonde girl were engaged in a dance before the puzzle-locked door to the tomb- one that required the answer of 'air' to open. Their dance of wind engaged by Braze worked to unlock the door.
The darkness of the tomb seemed to drink in all light, a place where shadows clung greedily to crumbled walls and ancient relics. The heavy air was thick with the tantalizing scent of power and decay. From within the gaping entrance, the very energy of the tomb seemed to beckon, tempting them to draw closer.
Braze, with his youthful exuberance and trust, was visibly taken by the wonderment of the place, his eyes wide with a mix of excitement and fear. Aliris, on the other hand, exuded an air of mischief, her eyes glinting as they darted toward Braze's unattended training saber.
Gabriel saw her seize the opportunity, swiftly snatching the kyber crystal from Braze's saber. Her hands moved with practiced ease, a dance of fingers betraying her hidden agenda. Braze, lost in the spectacle of the tomb, did not notice her betrayal until it was too late.
The dreamlike quality of Gabriel's vision gave the scene an ethereal feel, as though he were watching a holovid choreographed by fate and temptation. There were three relics on a raised dais. Aliris stepped forwards seeking to grasp the artifacts. She stepped on a tile triggering a trap that caused the very tomb to shift and break apart, the walls mechanisms of their own breaking appart as they churned once activated...
The tomb itself was alive, a lurking entity waiting to challenge them. Its floors shifted and walls turned, revealing the dark chasms and intricate traps that lay in wait. The words of the ominous riddle resonated through the dark corridors, a haunting promise of what awaited those who dared to tread further.
"From the shadows I arise, a force untamed,
In darkness, my power forever claimed.
In the hearts of the weak, my influence takes hold,
With each step toward the abyss, they're forever sold."
The answer was to fall downwards and embrace the darkness below.
Not something Aliris or Braze did. They desperately moved to climb out toward the light up above as the entrance crumbled around the sections of floor breaking away and plat forms sinking into cavern walls. Braze seems to climb higher up and latch on to a protruding hook in the walls near the vaulted caverns ceilings and he helps pull the blonde girl up and place her closer to the exit seemingly as the cost of losing his own grip. This was when the piece of tile seemingly fell into Braze's attire.
The vision was a fleeting thing, a moment suspended in time, a memory bound to the very rock that Gabriel held.
With a gasp, Gabriel's mind snapped back to the present, the echoes of the tomb still ringing in his ears. The dreamlike quality of the vision lingered, leaving a haunting imprint that spoke of mysteries yet to be unraveled. The story that unfolded within the Sith Tomb was a puzzle, a warning and a hint to progress further. There were very real artifacts there and that voice that echoed was very likely the lingering spirit of a sith practitioner.
