Public The Library

[Aris Noble]

Jutrund was a dud, mostly. If Aris wanted to find the Malsheem, he needed to go somewhere that wasn't under Eternalist control, was the short of what he learned there. The Kainite and Eternalists were in some sort of cold war begrudging alliance, and the idea that the Holy World of the Malsheem would be found on Jutrund was a foolish one, as Aris had been told. Korriban, however. Heart of the old Sith, in the holy worlds, that was the place to go.

So that's where he went. His hair was pitch black, as it had been before. The mark of the Zambrano line, amongst his impressive height and the fact he was at the end of the day a child of the Zambrano. Even a blood test would prove as much. He kept his lightsaber on his hip, even though he wouldn't end up using it, and the chain his master Jonyna Si had given him, that'd be the weapon if he needed to fight. He shouldn't, but he'd be prepared otherwise.

The fact he wasn't alone added all the more to it. He glanced to Braze, giving a brief smile as he lead the way through the halls. Not that he knew where he was going exactly, but they were looking for the library, and that should be easy enough to find, right? "So.. How have you been, by the way?"

Braze

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Aris Noble

"I dunno how to answer that," Braze said truthfully, his voice betraying the uncertainty beneath his calm exterior.

Braze wore a fancy Amulet around his neck, and was dressed in simple dark robes. He hadn't bothered with much of a disguise aside from some carefully applied makeup, enough to blur recognition but not draw attention.

"I think about too many things all at once, way too often," he continued, his brow furrowed. "I'm not certain how I'm perceived by my..." His words trailed off as his thoughts wandered to Marissa Shoda . What exactly was she to him? She wasn’t quite his ‘mom,’ but their connection was undeniable. Their relationship was complex—opposites in many ways, and yet intertwined. Talking about her, though, didn’t seem like a topic for now, not here with Aris.

He hadn't finished his thought aloud. He padded along, his mind flickering between thoughts as they walked. "She's the reason I even know about what I'm looking for... It's a sword, something that belonged to that screaming worms-for-brains guy, Lord Kalrath . You remember him from Tython, right?" He turned his gaze to Aris, eyes narrowing slightly.

"But what are you trying to find?" Braze asked, shifting the focus back to his companion, hoping to steer away from his own tangled thoughts.

 

[Aris Noble]

Aris's expression tightened. Yes, he absolutely remember Lord Kalrath . Having his ears rupture multiple times was a less than pleasant experience for the Padawan. Even now he reached up to cup an ear, just to double check he sill could hear right. He glanced down one of the halls before motioning for Braze to follow him. The library had to be that way, right? It's not like they had anywhere else to go.

"The Malsheem, my people. Darth Carnifex took most of them with him as a sort of chosen ones by god to be saved. I hear there's a lot of plant life and other things that have been saved. My people's history, artifacts, all of it. I'd like to at least see them for myself."

Braze

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Kahlil Noble

Braze nodded thoughtfully. "Makes sense. I haven't been to Eshan much outside of the festivals, at least not that I can remember. I know I was there when I was little, but the memories are pretty hazy," he said, following closely behind Aris.

"I might be able to find a way to get us there, but... it could be difficult to leave once we arrive," Braze added, a hint of caution in his tone. "I don't know much about Eshan. 'Sasha' was telling me about a place on Jutrand."

He glanced sideways at Aris. "Have you ever heard of swords, or any objects, that can hold someone's... essence?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.

They soon arrived at the library, a sign hanging above the doors. Braze took a quick look inside, wondering if this place would hold the answers they needed.

"Does the old man know what you're trying to do and why?" Braze asked curiously avoiding using Kahlil Noble 's name but thought on it wondering what some one like Valery Noble would think as well. He didn't always follow the rules himself and wanted to know if this was something he should probably be quiet about or not.

 

[Aris Noble]

"Jutrund was a dead end. It only mentioned the Holy Worlds, but nothing on how to get to the Malsheem itself. Probably to keep the Emperor from getting to it or something."

He blinked after a moment though, glancing to Braze. ".. Wait did you mean about Eshan?" Oh. He cleared his throat briefly, giving a nervous smile at that. He hadn't meant to make it about him, but he had, hadn't he? So, swords. He focused on that instead. "Yeah. My father was made to be a living vessel for Carnifex should his body die. And I was made for my father in case that ever happened. No, he doesn't know I'm here. Neither of them do."

Braze

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Aris Noble

Braze blinked, processing the weight of those words. His mind stirred with questions. *A living vessel for Carnifex . . . * The concept struck a chord, one that resonated uncomfortably close to his own obsession. It wasn't just about the sword itself, but something deeper. He wondered, was Aris—or even Kahlil—somehow similar to the weapon he sought? Not in the literal sense, but in essence? A vessel of purpose, forged not from metal but from destiny?

He shifted, eyes narrowing in thought as he spoke, his voice low. "So, in a way... you're like swords yourself, aren't you? Not just in form, but in purpose. Crafted with intention. " His words hung in the air for a moment, the parallels becoming clearer.

Braze frowned remembering what was said and thought about Lord Kalrath . . . Am I trying to find a sword... or to become one?

"But what happens when the blade is aware of its purpose? What if it doesn't want to be wielded?" The question lingered. He suppossed that was what Kahlil was now... wasn't it?

There was something in the way the universe shaped those bound by 'fate', whether they were living or forged steel.

 

[Kyraj]

Korriban
Library Study Room
Tags: Madrona A’Mia Aris Noble Braze ​

Kyraj was feeling good about himself. His return to public life had been going swimmingly. His time away training and on military action had been transformative, but the opening of his club "The Revel" and this new venture with the academy were giving him life. With his time as a slave long behind him, he had successfully remade himself into a wealthy businessman and powerful arcane warrior of the Sith. He was not a nobleman true, but by his bearing, dress, and lavish lifestyle it would be hard to tell. Today his usual black silks were augmented with simple but elegant gold jewelry. A gift to himself after a profitable opening for The Revel.

Today he was studying ledgers. Something ten years ago he never would have imagined for himself. He was being brought on as a fundraising specialist for the Korriban Sith Academy. The neti acolyte Madrona A’Mia was helping him get acquainted with the fundraising numbers for the previous year as well as a list of the most prominent donors and investors. His job would be to expand on all of those figures and he relished the challenge. He already had several events in mind to draw in and woo new money. He was young but his financial ventures had been wildly successful. His master Elmindra Xitaar supervised much of the planetary government. It was time he put his talents to work for Korriban as well.

The young man stood and paced over to the neti woman holding out a data pad. He was about to ask a question when he paused. A sensation like ice water trickling through the back of his mind came over him. Any city was a cacophony of turbulent emotion at any given time. Where many Sith gathered there were boiling currents of it. Kyraj was by no means a master telepath but he had worked to develop the talent. This sensation. This cold. Something was amiss. Something did not belong. He touched A'mia on the arm and met her gaze.

"Did you feel that? Something is wrong here."
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Kyraj set down the data pad and stalked quietly to the door pressing himself tight to the wall before opening it and peering out into the hallway.

 

[Aris Noble]

"That's a dehumanizing way to look at it but yeah, we are." Grant it, Aris had no intention of being anyone's sword or the like. Or at least a literal sense. Sword of the Jedi, maybe. That was- Alright that was complicated thinking for sure. He watched Braze from the corner of his eye as they walked, entered the library even. The rustle of books wasn't hard for Aris to hear, but now he was more focused on his friend and how uncomfortable he seemed.

"Then it's not wielded. It'll find a place it wants to be, if at all. That's what dad did. What he helped me to do. So you don't need to worry about it, yeah?"

He offered a smile, though that faded as he bumped into something. Someone. He blinked as he heard something about to fall and he reached up, casually catching the bumped. A woman with raven black hair, who stared blankly at him. She held a tome in her hands. Aris helped her to her feet as she adjusted her glasses. For almost falling from the ladder, she seemed incredibly unperturbed.

"Is it normal for acolytes to not pay attention to where they walk?"

"I'm- sorry."

She squinted at him for a moment longer before glancing down towards Braze. She was quite the tall human, standing at six foot herself. But still had to look up at Aris. "So, what is it you two are looking for?"

"Information on vessels for souls, and the current path to the Malsheem."

"That so? Well, you'll have to go to the directory to find information on these vessels. This isn't my library. As for the Malsheem, though? As the Librarian for Lord Carnifex, I could bring you there. Tell me, why does a scion of the Zambrano not know the way?"

Braze | Kyraj

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Aris Noble Kyraj

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Braze squinted at the woman then glanced to Airs before looking back to the woman and looking her over up and down.

" Malsheem isn't exactly standing still, you know? It moves, constantly. So, yeah, even if we knew the way before, tracking something like that when it's always on the move? That's why we're here—figuring out its latest position. We lost our contact info during our last missive."

He trailed simply with out hesitation when he spoke. "What are you doing here on Korriban ? Were the Lord's Libraries found lacking?"

 

[Aris Noble]

"There's not enough books in the galaxy to sate my hunger. Sometimes if you look hard enough, you'll find a hidden gem or two that no other library has. Like this on- oop." In her joy she moved, spun with the claimed tome she had with quite the happy expression. And immediately knocked over the ladder she'd been using prior with a bump of her hips. Aris reached out to catch it on instinct before setting it upright. Braze was good, at least. Nothing he said was a lie. Half truths, definitely better.

"I have a knack for finding the obscure, is all. Lord Carnifex lets me travel to find him these little gems. You're right though, it doesn't stay in one place. You shouldn't loose your wayfinder next time." A tut tut, and she turned, holding the book to her chest as she walked forward and away from them both. "Come along; er. Which are you, again?"

She paused, glancing over her shoulders to squint at Aris.

"Aris Zambrano. From a concubine, so.."

He shrugged. From what he knew from his father, there were the main children, born from one of Carnifex's wives, and the many, born from concubines. His grandmother was one of them, technically. She nodded once. "Good. I won't forget you now, Aris Zambrano. And your friend?"

Braze | Kyraj

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Aris Noble Kyraj

Braze studied the woman closely, his gaze measured as he stepped aside to give her space. The difference in size between him, the woman, and Aris wasn't lost on him, but it didn't faze him either. He carried himself with quiet confidence, despite his smaller frame.

"I'm Teresa Pellax's student.."

His voice was calm, deliberate. As he spoke, he ran his hand down the length of his braid, fingers brushing over the black feather tipped in red.

"My mentor hasn't given me a proper name yet," he added, his tone casual but carrying meaning. "She calls me 'little warrior.'" The title rolled off his tongue easily, though there was a subtle weight behind it. He glanced at Aris briefly,—this was likely new information for Aris.

Braze shifted his attention back to the woman, his tone softening just a bit.
"Here, let me help with those."

He nodded toward the books she held, stepping forward with a hand outstretched, offering to take some of the load. His offer was polite.

He stood there for a moment, waiting for her response. He wasn't just being courteous; it was a small way of taking control of the situation, asserting his presence in a subtle, unassuming way.

 

[Aris Noble]

"Little warrior. That seems fitting." There was a chuckle, but her eyes narrowed harshly on Braze at his offer. She turned her head forward, keeping the books close. "Lord Carnifex tasked me with finding these. I will not be handing them over, apprentice. If you wish to look these over, you'll have to check them out properly, in my library."

"Right." Aris nodded his head in understanding, though did glance briefly to Braze and the feather. He knew the name, from somewhere. He wasn't sure where exactly, though. But it seemed the Librarian did too.

"My library will likely have more of what you're looking for. For soul casting, I mean. I'm sure there will be quite a lot of information to help your endeavors. Oh, I'm positively estatic now, there's nothing like getting to show off my curated collection." Again she spun, and again, she bumped into something. This time it was the bookshelf, and Aris was quick to catch some of the books to put back.

"Ah, yes. That does sound ideal. Should we be leaving soon, then?"

"Hmm.. Yes. I beleive I've found everything I was seeking, at least."

Braze | Kyraj

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Aris Noble Kyraj

She sure did seem clumsy. But then again, books weren't exactly fragile—they didn't break easily when they fell from a height. Braze shot Aris a grateful glance as he padded along behind her, making sure to give her plenty of space, not wanting to accidentally get in her way. He inhaled slowly, steadying himself as he reinforced his mental shields, tightening his grip on them. He knew all too well what stray emotions and wandering thoughts could cause if left unchecked.

"How many books does this make for your collection?"

Braze's tone was light, a casual question designed to keep her engaged. He figured if she was busy thinking about books—something she clearly loved—she wouldn't be as focused on the two of them.

As they walked, Braze discreetly pulled out a small datapad. With a few quick taps, he typed up a message, then sent it off.

 

[Madrona A’Mia]

Korriban
Library Study Room

Kyraj sensed something was amiss so A'Mia naturally readied herself, as his senses were more adept at picking up subtle changes in to the flow of energy in even such a quiet social setting as this. Her garb was simple, a black robe with red trim and embossed symbol of Kor'ethyr Academy. Beneath the folds of the robe she was of course armed with her trusting phrik blades and a new pair of sabers, as well as all manner of pouches filled with alchemical powders.

"Shall we see who it is? Introduce ourselves?"

Her tone was soft and cordial but there was something about the way it didn't carry to her eyes that made the words feel ominous. A'Mia moved with a silent stride, ready to open the door or follow if her companion did instead.

Tags: Braze Aris Noble

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[Kyraj]

Korriban
Library
Madrona A’Mia Braze Aris Noble
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Kyraj palmed the activation panel on the door and slid out into the library proper. He scanned the room looking for the source of the disturbance. Acolytes were studying all around the room—some at data consoles and some with rare analog books. Several library attendants moved about the room offering assistance or reorganizing the racks. He still felt it. Something, someone did not belong. Then he spotted them. A library attendant with two young men in tow. She bounced into shelves clumsily, spilling the precious tomes as the boys chatted with her. It was not the shorter one he felt, but the taller one. Yes, almost seven feet tall. His back tingled where The Sword of the Jedi had singed his back with her saber. But it was not her that came to mind when he looked upon the young giant, it was her partner. The Shield. This could be one of Darth Carnifex 's line, and that was likely the story the librarian had been sold, but something was wrong. He could almost smell Kahlil Noble on him.

The Sith apprentice stepped forward and grabbed the librarian by the arm halting her. "You are being deceived woman. One of your guests does not belong." He turned to the tall one. "Who are you? Why are you here? And who sent you?" He turned his gaze on the shorter of the pair. "And you don't go anywhere. I would hear how you met this one. If I don't like what I hear I will bring you bound before my master."

 

[Aris Noble]

"About thre- ooh?"

There was some rapid blinking as the Librarian's arm was grabbed. She paused outright, staring at the Acolyte for a moment. Then, just smiled. "And, Acolyte? You're point?" There was something almost chilling about the way she spoke. Not that her voice was menacing or had even changed. But she was aware that not everything was as it seemed.

"If they're liars, do you think our Lord will let them go unpunished?"

Aris himself kept rather calm. There was an advantage to being made as he was. Emotion, thoughts, intentions, they were hard to read. More importantly, he felt nothing like Kahlil. Made to be his father's escape, there was no chance the two felt alike, save for perhaps a deep dive to feel the Sith Kahlil had once been. "No one sent me. My friend here was looking for information, as was I, but we found it. Who are you, an academy guard? You don't look as one."

Kyraj | Madrona A’Mia | Braze

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Kyraj Aris Noble Madrona A’Mia

It may not have been the smaller one he felt, but it was the smaller one who stepped in front of Kyraj.

"It's impolite to put your hands on a woman. Remove them, or I'll remove them for you," Braze declared, his voice calm but edged with warning.

He had drew an intricate blade—nearly identical to Requiem—its red and green-blue energy crackling from the corrupted Emerald Tide gem embedded within. If this man lacked manners, Braze certainly wasn't opposed to teaching him some. The smaller one was frighteningly fast and he held no sentiment of hesitation to carry out exactly what he said.

 

[Madrona A’Mia]

Trailing Kyraj like a verdant ghost, moving with all the eerie grace of the many limbed creature she was, A'Mia towered idly beside her companion as he took command of the situation. Her unblinking eyes considered the taller boy first, her form having stretched on the journey over so she matched him in height. Soon though her attention was taken by the smaller.

A warning hiss and rattle sounded beneath her robes, but A’Mia’s face remained politely interested. As if they were exchanging pleasantries rather than engaging in what might soon become all out confrontation.

"You could consider us concerned citizens of Korriban. I am a representative of Kor'ethyr academy though. Is your inquiry related to that establishment perhaps?" She gestured to the symbol on her robe in an offhanded way.

Tags: Braze and Aris Noble

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[Kyraj]

Korriban
Library
Madrona A’Mia Braze Aris Noble ​

"You could consider us concerned citizens of Korriban. I am a representative of Kor'ethyr academy though. Is your inquiry related to that establishment perhaps?"

Kyraj eyed the drawn saber with disdain. A unique piece with an ornate hilt. This was no common acolyte. If he was suspicious before he was doubly so now. He let go of the librarian's arm. "Concerned citizens?" He huffed. "We are the apprentices of the two most influential Sith on Korriban. And you, librarian, are a poor servant if you let every petty spy become your lord's problem. No. We will deal with this." Simultaneously a comm device and an ornate saber hilt appeared in his hands. He thumbed the comm on. "Authorization Kyraj 429D7. Send a dreadlord and their detachment to the library. I'm making an arrest." He gestured pointedly with his unlit saber, its polished black and gold glinting in the light, and spoke to the boy threatening him. "Will you come quietly or are you eager to die?"

 

[Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax]

Current Location: The Drepane | Malsheem

The woman was finishing drying her hair a smile on across her lips. Her eyes shifted as the door to her room hissed open. The Valkyrie watched her push a cart in filled with light snacks and caff. Her hands continued to rub the strands between the towel for a few more moments before levitating it over to the hamper by the door. "Any messages while I was busy?" Teresa asked as if it was routine.

"Yes, you have two. One sent to your personal link, the other is from the captain of the Black Bane's, they are requesting new parts," the girl replied without hesitation. "I did not look over the personal link. Here let me give you the datapad." Komi took the device from of out a secure pocket on her robes and immediately handed it over.

Teresa's eyes returned towards Komi as the girl extended forwards. Her hand reached up taking it into her own and typed in the password. With a few taps the message soon appeared.

With a few quick taps, he typed up a message, then sent it off.

'Hey Teressa, My friend and I are trying to get to Malsheem and we're kinda lost on Korriban... there's a librarian lady here who says she works for Carnifex and can take us there, but I don't know her. We're at the sith academy on Korriban and I'm kinda scared... would it be too much to ask for you to come get us pretty please? I promise to make it up to you if this is a bad time.'

"Oh for feth sake, the stars give me strength." That smile that was gracefully on her lips a moment ago disappeared rather quickly. She was conflicted how to feel. Regardless it means she gets to have fun and nothing will quite stand in her way. There was a small question to the message too, who was the friend? "Komi, go notify the bridge to rift us to Korriban's orbit," she said with curiosity floating in her tone. "Be quick about it too."

"Huh, y-yes right away my Lady." Komi said and darted out the door.

The Blackened Valkyrie tapped on the datapad a few more times, except this was a direct holocall. "The feth trouble are you into now and have you brought you know who with?" She said putting on her most displeased tone and trying to guise the situation the little chit was roping her into. "If they are not I will not be happy Little Warrior," She said narrowing her eyes.

Braze Aris Noble​

Spoiler: Lightsabers and equipment

Teresa's Sith Outfit
Iroai Amulet

Old Owners Lightsaber

Ancient Lightsaber

Trandoshan Jedi's Lightsaber

Fathers Lightsaber

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