Faction The Shrouded Manor

[Braze]

TAGS: Ygra Cerys Dyn Voli Cholrass

The journey to Chandrila had been uneventful, the verdant landscapes and tranquil lakes providing a somber setting to touch down on. As the Jedi Padawans' shuttle descended towards the remote corner of the planet, the scenery gradually shifted from lush fields and vibrant meadows to dense, foreboding forests.

Nestled in the heart of this wilderness stood the Shrouded Manor, a grand yet eerily isolated estate that seemed to have been forgotten by time. The once-pristine gardens were overgrown with tangled vines and thick underbrush, and the towering oaks and ancient willows that surrounded the manor cast long, sinister shadows that danced in the dim light of the setting sun.

The shuttle touched down on a small clearing just outside the estate. As the Padawans disembarked, a chill ran through the air, and the forest seemed to grow quieter. The path to the manor was narrow and winding, flanked by gnarled trees whose branches reached out like skeletal hands.

As they approached the manor, the true scale of the building became apparent. The Shrouded Manor was an architectural marvel of a bygone era, its high walls and intricate stonework now weathered and cracked. Large windows, some shattered, revealed only darkness within, while heavy, ornate doors stood slightly ajar, creaking in the faint breeze.

Valin Zenth , the mentor, paused at the threshold, his eyes scanning the mansion's façade. "Remember the rules," he said, his voice steady and authoritative. "Respect the history of this place, and stay close. This is a mission."

With a final glance at one another, the group stepped through the doors and into the manor's dimly lit foyer. The air inside was thick with dust and the scent of decay, and an oppressive silence filled the vast hall. Faded tapestries and portraits of long-forgotten inhabitants lined the walls, their eyes seeming to follow the intruders with silent judgment.

"This manor," he began, "once belonged to a Jedi historian, one who collected artifacts and records from the Sith Wars. Be mindful. We do not know what remains hidden here."

 

[Cerys Dyn]

She had been quiet the whole way. Meditation had been her excuse, but frankly she had been disinterested in getting to know her compatriots. The state of the New Jedi Order had given her a general sense of malaise. Their full abandon of the old oaths was as bad as her master had said. Even the very leaders of Enclaves and Temples had children, spouses. It was…most disagreeable.

When time came for the mission to begin though, Cerys was first to step in. She nodded to her instructor, but gave of a clear aura of indifference despite her outward display of acquiescence. She had read about this place and believed the mentor was being overly cautious. What had not been taken back for study by the Jedi had been plundered by tomb raiders and treasure hunters.

Still. The place did give her a chill.

Her attention was immediately taken by the portraits. Specifically, one of a nobleman in full military regalia. His stern expression seemed to bare down on Cerys making her shoulders heavy, and breathing ragged. She looked away, feeling the instant relief of not making eye contact with the portrait. Perhaps there was more to this place…

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the most subtle of movements. Her eyes returned to the portrait and focused in on a red bead of liquid meandering over the dried brushstrokes of the artwork. She looked up. “No red in this piece…” She noted as she examined the distinctly un-red portrait. She looked up, towards the ceiling, but noted no origin for the mystery liquid.

She took a couple of steps backwards, spun on her heels and found herself far more inclined to knowing her compatriats.

”Hey…I didn’t introduce myself before…I am Cerys...and we should stay together.”

Braze Voli Cholrass Ygra

 

[Ygra]

Ygra was no Jedi. Nor Sith. Witch would have been the best descriptor, yet even that she thought not good enough. She was...Ygra. And what she wanted most from this trip was whatever knowledge could be gained from the old manor of the old master. While she didn't agree with one school of teacher, all of them had something to offer; even is those on opposing sides saw otherwise.

Ygra passed herself on as a "padawan in name only" sort of position to join the others. Expressing her interest in discovering what she could with Braze and the others, she had managed to win a seat for herself and her droid, Seek. The little ID9 droid had been sitting on Ygra's lap during the trip. Once they landed and were free to walk about, the little octo-like droid sprang to life and floated amonsgt the group. It tended to stay close to it's master but gave the occasional curious beep or whizz around the others.

After Cerys Dyn had stopped to introduce herself, Ygra bowed her head a little in reply. "Ygra. And yes, we should. I've heard so many tales of terrible things happening in places like these to unsuspecting visitors." She looked to her droid. "That includes you, Seek. Stay as close to me and everyone else. Understood?"

The droid gave a reluctant beep, as if opposed to the idea. But, as Ygra commanded, it didn't stray too far ahead or behind the others.

Voli Cholrass

 

[Voli Cholrass]

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Voli hated Chandrilia.

It was a boring planet filled with rich, stuffy nobles who were ridiculously out of touch with everything outside of the bubble they've encased themselves in. Yet her parents would always drag Voli to their fancy fundraisers every other year so that the Senators that they have pumped billions of credits in will do their bidding. Chandrilia was a paradise for the rich and powerful while the normal people suffer under repeated attacks against the Sith. Voli couldn't help but feel miffed seeing the higher ups get all the help after the Battle of Coruscant while the poor and downtrodden especially those who live in the underground get crumbs.

"Wouldn't be nice to have a revolution?" Voli mumbled to herself as she arrived at the building with other Jedi.

"Heya," Voli said. "So, what's this haunted house that was all the rage on this planet?"

Braze , Cerys Dyn , Ygra

 

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TAGS: Voli Cholrass Ygra Cerys Dyn

As they moved deeper into the manor, the world almost seemed to close in around them. The air carried an unnatural chill that they could almost feel seeping into their bones. Shadows played tricks on their eyes, and they could almost see figures dancing at the edge of their vision. Faint whispers seemed to drift through the halls, almost audible, like voices from another time—or perhaps it was merely their imagination. Every step forward seemed to carry an almost palpable resistance, as if the very manor itself was reluctant to reveal its secrets.

The first room they entered was vast, with towering ceilings that almost seemed to vanish into darkness. Dust-laden tapestries hung on the walls, their once-vibrant colors now faded to near nothingness, as if the world had almost forgotten them. The furniture, draped in thick cobwebs, seemed to whisper of an era long past. A grand chandelier, its crystals dulled by time, swayed ever so slightly, though no breeze could be felt. The silence was almost oppressive, broken only by the creaking of the wooden floorboards underfoot, as if the manor itself was alive and wary of its new visitors.