Private To Dath, To Dath, The World of Witchcraft

[Anastarsia]

TAG: Lyssara Thrynn

Ana had been chosen by her Master for her first mission. This would be the first time she would be apart from him since they met, and she was being paired with Lyssara, a Apprentice to The Diarch Rellik who was to accompany her and help her on this mission. The return to Dathomir was to be a test for Ana, she had not been home in many years and it contained many traumas. The homeworld of the Night Sisters was fraught with tragedy, more than one occassion had the Witches been masscred there. Lord Hemorpheus had not ordered her to go, he was going to send a contigent of troops, and Ana had shook her head telling him,
"They will all perish my Lord.. Dathomir is a harsh world with many perils. The Covens that are there will not look kindly on men trespassing.. send me, I know their ways and can navigate to the world, and tame the Rancors to bring back."
Her Master acquiesced to her request, though he set a condition that she should not go alone, and thus Lyssara was paired with her. She had not gotten to know the Apprentice, her duties having her in Hemorpheus' Lab most of the time. This was opportunity to get to know others in the Diarchy.
Aboard The Solar Spectrum, Lyssara's Ship, The Night Sister came to the bridge and approaching the dark haired lady said,
"Greetings Lyssara, forgive my tardiness, I was preparing in my qaurters for our arrrival to Dath. I confess that it has long been since I was home and I am nervous.."
Ana was not usually so vulenerable, but Hemorpheus had taught her that it was necessary to show some in order to establish trust, and she was going to need Lyssara's trust in this mission, they would be all each other had in this mission, with covens, and many dangers against them, even Dathomir itself would probably throw trials at them, its form of welcome to all who trod its vermillion red soil.

 

[Lyssara Thrynn]

Today, I received a rather peculiar mission: the Solar Spectrum has been requisitioned to transport two Rancors. I've prepared specific areas for this purpose to ensure we can bring them back safely, using the hangars for the transfer.

The person joining me is one of the Nightsisters. I've heard a lot about them through writings and legends, but this is the first time I've met one in the flesh. So, they haven't all disappeared? That's good news for me.

Indeed, there's a particular piece of their knowledge that interests me greatly. This might be a unique opportunity to bring her to my side and help her train, killing two birds with one stone. Among members of the same faction, training together and sharing knowledge is always valuable. And today's mission will take us to none other than Dathomir.

Dathomir the iconic world. We're heading out to hunt Rancors. I've taken my lightsaber and gear, ready to go. Nyva is also prepared to intervene. We're all set for the mission; I'm just waiting for my contact to arrive on board so we can get to work.

I see her now, stepping onto the bridge and walking directly toward me. She greets me with the customary pleasantries, and I respond with a polite nod and a smile.

"Hello, Anastarsia. I understand how you feel. I hope your return home will go as smoothly as we can hope for. Is everything ready on your side? Our objective today is to capture two Rancors."

"Alright, Ada. Can you engage hyperspace, please?"

Ada: "Of course. Hyperspace engines activating in three... two... one…"

The ship quickly enters the hyperspace tunnel, and in a flash, we arrive at Dathomir. The alarms sound to signal our deceleration as we exit the tunnel. Dathomir is now in sight.

Ada navigates toward the coordinates saved on the dashboard. Meanwhile, I head to the ship's armory to equip myself accordingly. Now ready for the mission, I proceed to the main lounge of the ship and start descending the stairs toward the hangars. With the ship's autopilot engaged, it lands itself at the designated coordinates. We touch down on a remote plateau, not far from our targets.

"I hope you're ready. I'm opening the ship's ramp the hunt begins now. Good luck to you."

Anastarsia

 

[Anastarsia]

The Nightsister was relieved that Lyssara was sypathetic She looking at the Apprentice said,
"I am well prepared for this return.. I must warn you, Dathomir is not to be underestimated. I did once and it cost me dearly.."
The ship was settling down on the vermillion world, they were near a clearing and a path of gnarled trees that lead to great Structure in the distant, shaped like a tower. Sith Lords would assume it was built to be a bastion, a place of power and meditaiton. It was of sorts, though for a different kind of power, The Magicks. These terminals were all about the world, and it was said a skilled Night Mother with the Ichor could use them to create a shield for the world and activate Darth's greatest weapon, a fire from the cauldrons capable of consuming fleets. Or so the legend went.. the truth is the technology was known more to ancient Dathomirians that came from Peridea. None of them were still alive as far as Ana knew and so the ability to control the terminals was also lost.

Tunring to Lyssara she said,
"The first steps on Dath are sacred.. please indulge me."
Descending the ramp, she placed her red boots on the soil and then bent down with her scarlet glove to touch it. She could feel it, the pulse of the Ichor in this world. This was why the Nightsisters remained on the world, it had a vergence in the Magicks. Ana closing her eyes for am moment remaiend bent over, whispering in Dathomiri to herself. It had been so long, and now she was at last here, at last she was home.

She could sense eyes were already watching, there was not much they could do to conceal themselves from the Covens, nor from the beasts that roamed the world. Ana standing up with some soil in her hands set it ablaze with some emerald flame in her palm, she then making a mud marked her forehead. A rite that clearly was significant.
"This way Lyssara, we best get to the Tower.. there we will have some cover and a vantage to conduct our search for the Rakeenek (rancors)."

TAG: Lyssara Thrynn

 

[Lyssara Thrynn]

I watch Ana with respectful curiosity as she performs her ritual, her movements imbued with a silent reverence for this land that seems to recognize her as much as she greets it. The emerald flames in her palm briefly illuminate her face with an almost mystical intensity, and I can feel the energy vibrating in the air. Even without a deep connection to these Magicks, it's impossible to deny the latent power of Dathomir.

When she rises, the soil still marking her crimson gloves and her skin adorned with the ritual symbol, I stand ready. I can already sense the eyes of creatures or spirits watching us, and a shiver runs through me, but I do not falter.

"Very well, Ana," I say, adjusting my cloak, my gaze fixed on the twisted path leading to the tower.

"If this tower can offer us shelter, we shouldn't waste any time. The nature of this world is hostile, and I'd prefer to secure the strategic advantage it promises before things get more complicated."

I walk alongside her, my steps measured, my senses sharp for any potential danger in the shadow of these gnarled trees. Every crack of a branch or whisper of wind keeps me on alert.

"You said the first steps here are sacred," I continue, keeping my voice low, almost as if I don't want to disturb the solemnity of the moment. "The rites you performed are they meant to connect you to the planet, or to protect you from its dangers?"

As we approach the path leading to the tower, I add, my eyes scanning the shifting shadows: "Dathomir has earned its reputation for cruelty and mystery. If the Covens or the beasts that roam here want to test us, they should know from the start that we're not easy prey."

I tighten my grip on my communicator, ready to call for a strategic retreat to the crew remaining aboard the ship if necessary, but for now, I stay calm. The tension in the air is palpable, but there's a certain excitement in walking through a place so steeped in history and magic.

"Let's move, Ana. The tower awaits us, and with it, perhaps some answers. I am enjoy to discover the dathomir secret with you, that's an honor"

Anastarsia

 

[Anastarsia]

Ana rose from her pious bow, the magick swirling around her in a faint emerald mist as she closed her eyes to take in the feel of it. So long had it been since she had been able to soak in the Breath of Dathomir.
The words of Lyssara Thrynn drawing her from this soak, and she rose to her feet in her Night Robes, she began to walk with The Apprentice who had some questions, pertaining to the ritual she had seen.
"You are very astute, that rite is preformed to connect us to the planet. This world as I said is vergence of the Magicks, another is far from here in another galaxy and lost to us. What you saw is what we call The Communion, it serves to strength all Sisters. It additionally tells the planet that a Daughter has come.. so the answer is another yes to your second reasoning, it offers us protection. This is why I discourged sending Diarchy soldiers.. they would be immediatly seen as hostiles. The rite I preformed will tell the Covens who are no doubt watching us that I am one of them, and afford us some time."

They were coming to the Great Tower, Lyssara's eagerness to enter therein made sense from tactical standpoint. And Ana had suggested it. However, she knew the structure was more than shelter, and before entering, the Witch came to a console with many runic symbols, the language of the Night. She placing her hand on it called a ball of fire that began to light up certain symbols, until at last all in a pattern like a circle with some dots in the middle were illuminated and the great door began to open.
"Our ways are forbidden to men.. and outsiders.. unless.." she paused, and said as she looked at The Apprentice,
"You wish to become one of us." She began to lead the way into the great structure that was hewn of perfect stone, and towering as cathedral, so that the women appeared to be as little shadows below the great interior.
As the great gate began to close, Ana turning to Lyssara said,
"I can induct you into our ways.. though take heed, once you touch the Magicks, you will not be the same. The Way of Ichor is ancient, it came before the Jedi, before the Sith, before all of it. Though you will find harmony with your beliefs.. the dark side and the dark magick, many of my people believe are the same, regardless if that is true they will strengthen each other."
The Nightsister was pleased by the Apprentice's interest, for there was a long history of the Sith and the Night coming together, there was Asaaj Ventress and Darth Maul, a Night Brother. Their names were known and celebrated in both traditions, by both faiths. A bridge between the Two Shadows of the Sith and the Sisters of the Night.

 

[Lyssara Thrynn]

Once in front of the tower, she turns to me after lighting up symbols with a Force flame. I have to admit, I wasn't expecting this proposal at all it's quite bold. My eyes widen when she offers me the chance to join the Nightsisters and undergo the ritual that would allow me to benefit from the teachings of this place. I suppose I don't have much of a choice, but I need to think it through. This isn't a decision to take lightly.

"That's such a sudden proposal. Are you sure I'm the right person for this?"

Joining the Nightsisters would grant me access to their magic. It's a very tempting offer, and when she says it could transform me completely, I can't deny the truth of her words. I look down for a moment, my thoughts racing as I weigh the pros and cons of such a choice.

I lift my gaze back toward her, determination written on my face. Extending my hand, I conjure a Force flame of my own—I, too, have mastery over pyrokinesis. This blue flame represents my hope and conviction, and I extinguish it with a swift motion of my hand, clenching my fist.

"Alright, I'll follow your path. I hope in return I can show you ours, and I hope that with this alliance, the Diarchy will open its doors to you fully."

I accept becoming a Nightsister. I wonder what comes next in this training things are taking an unexpected turn. I glance at the door marked with symbols, step forward, and wait for what's to come. I'm not sure if I'll have to perform some kind of ritual or something similar.

I must enter this tower at all costs, and I'm ready to embrace this path, making whatever sacrifices are necessary to achieve my goals. Once I touch the magic, I will undoubtedly become someone else, and that is what I desire above all else. Hesitate for a single moment, and you will die.

We're here to hunt two rancors, but nothing stops me from getting a head start on my training to grow even stronger. I have ambition and plans, so this offer couldn't have come at a better time.

"Tell me what I need to do. You have my full attention."

I clasp my hands in a prayer-like gesture and dive into meditation, drawing on the energy of Dathomir to replenish myself in preparation for the trials ahead.

Anastarsia

 

[Anastarsia]

Ana allowed her a moment to consider, becoming a Sister of the Night was no light matter. Even if one did not fully devote their life to The Magicks, and the Dathormirian Rite, the power of her people would mark you. As they came into great open room, there was circular stairs to middle level and then above that a great ring that seemed to have a shaft, and there something glowed as emeralds. Making her way up the stairs The Nightsister found Lyssara Thrynn came to a decision most swiftly than she anticipating, pleding to follow Witching Way. with that she gave a rare smile, her white and grey cheeks resisting this seldom stretch.
"So be it. The threshold you are about to cross is a great honor. I will show you how to tap into the Ichor, to use it and find how it compliments The Force."
They came to half tall obelisk with a crescent moon on the top like a handle, crystals, tainted ones that had been put in place around it with a purpose.
"This place is strong in the Magicks.. it is an engine for a shield..."
Grabbing the crescent handle she pressed it in, there was thud, and one of crystals rose out and Ana took it.
"As I teach you the Magicks, I shall make for myself a sword. Have you heard of Ichor blades of my people? They work similiar to a saber, though their forging process is more arduous."

She held her hands out and began to move them with her arms as she chanted in Dathmiri, the crystal responding.
"Now.. Lyssara, come close to me, and hold out your hands. You said you are pyromancer yes? The Magicks can manifest thus, and it the best first expression of the Ichor flow. We say among my people that it is a green flame to proclaim that life is eternal, there is no death, you have heard this expression no? The Jedi have it in their code, borrowing from our ancient teachings. As I said before, our ways predate the Jedi and the Sith."
Ana levitating the Tainted Crystal closed her eyes,
"Feel it.. the warmth that has always been.. let it pour into your hand, open yourself to it and you will understand."
The Nightsister never would have dreamt that she would be back on Darth and teaching another to wield The Magicks. She had fled this world in truama, and now she had come back a teacher. If only her Night Mother could see her now. That despite all that has happened, she is still a dutiful and loyal Sister of the Night, spreading the wonder of their ways to those worthy. For Ana sensed in Lyssara a potential, she was Sith but her openess was what many apprentices lacked. Ana could see in her a true sister, to have someone else in The Diarchy that understood her, and her power, something not even her love @Hemorpheus could claim.

 

[Lyssara Thrynn]

I feel the weight of Ana's words even before I step closer. Her fluid gestures, the incantations in Dathomiri, the almost living pulse emanating from the obelisk and the crystals... all of it pulls me in irresistibly. My heart pounds in my chest, but not with fear. No, it beats with feverish anticipation. What I am about to touch is beyond anything I have ever known. A raw, ancient power, an energy that seems to hum with the very essence of the galaxy itself.

I take a step forward, extending my hands as she instructed. As I draw near, a familiar warmth envelops me, but it is unlike anything I have felt before. This is not the violent, destructive heat of the fire I have wielded for years. It is a warmth that floods me gently, then swells, like a silent torrent. It flows beneath my skin, seeps into my veins, and pulses through my entire body. My fingers tingle. I can feel the energy coursing through my arm, spreading into my chest, and rising to my mind. It does not ask to be contained; it demands to be unleashed.

"I… I can feel it," I murmur, almost breathless. There is truly a fire rising within me.

I spread my fingers wider, and suddenly, the Ichor ignites. A green flame bursts forth from my palms, vivid and radiant, yet it does not burn me. It unfurls in tendrils, stretches like a serpent, and dances to the rhythm of my breath. Every movement I make, every thought I conjure, it responds to. It becomes an extension of myself, and through it, I perceive the world in a completely new way. Every crystal around us seems to sing in harmony, vibrating on the same wavelength as this flame and the energy coursing through me.

"It is alive," I say aloud, my voice trembling under the intensity of the revelation. I draw even more from this force, this Ichor. It feels bottomless. The more I pull, the more it floods me, fills me. Every cell in my body seems to burst with vitality, as though an invisible chain that once bound me has shattered. I feel stronger. No… I AM stronger. And I want more.

My arms tremble slightly, but I do not falter. The flame grows larger, rises higher, casting an emerald glow across the walls and crystals. It becomes a blazing inferno that consumes nothing but illuminates everything. A wave of heat radiates outward, but instead of draining me, it nourishes me, saturates me with an endless strength.

"This is not merely energy, nor a weapon. It is… a truth. A force that surpasses the doctrines of the Sith and Jedi. The Ichor is infinite, just like the Force."

I step forward again, extending my hands closer to the floating flame. The tendrils swirl around me, and I feel them acknowledge me. A connection forms not between myself and some external power, but between me and a part of myself I had never dared to explore. A primal force. Something as ancient as the galaxy itself.

"I want to learn everything. This power, this Magic... If the green flame declares that life is eternal, then I too wish to burn for eternity."

I close my eyes, focusing even more, and pull harder on the Ichor. The flame responds, amplifying, becoming brighter and denser. It flows through my veins, my mind, and every corner of my being. I have never been more aware of my own power. I revel in the moment, using it to fortify myself completely.

I think I understand the nature of this power now. All I have to do is integrate it into myself. To achieve this, I visualize a sphere, shrinking little by little, absorbing into my body to contain my new aura. This burning fire within me has awakened my curiosity. All that remains is to follow Sister Anastarsia's teachings and let this power fully manifest in the way it was meant to. I now have access to the Magic of the Nightsisters. A new path stretches before me.

I feel the calm I had before the storm return to me only now, with power added. Unbeknownst to me, my eyes shine with a greenish hue, like the Nightsisters of old. I drew deeply from the Ichor without restraint, drinking it in until I was sated. I do not know if I did the right thing, but I have never felt more alive.

I sit down, my body trembling slightly from the power I just absorbed. I know I must be cautious not to let this new strength consume me. Sitting cross-legged, I prepare myself to learn what comes next from Anastarsia. I lie down on the floor to calmly collect my thoughts.

"Sorry, i don't understand why the ichor respond with high intensity, probably because this place is so high in the force maybe ?..."

Anastarsia

 

[Anastarsia]

To Anastarsia's astonishment Lyssara Thrynn not only succeeded in her first attempt to conjure the Eternal Flame, she had summoned it in such a natural way that she began to suspect.. Dathomirian blood flowing in this Apprentice. Ana watched as the Ichor embraced Lyssara as its own, and with such magnanimity that she got on her knees and bowed her head before the great Ichorian Storm, something she had only witnessed once before and that was when Night Mother Raveena did a rite. The swell of the Magicks made the crystals illuminate, glowing a gray and deep green, and the facility then harnessing the flame rose up into the air, a beam of brilliant green into the clouds above.

Watching was the eyes of a Coven, who had their own bonfire of emerald flame. They began to make cheers, shouts as if trying to whistle, Rancors came charging, they mounting them and heading for the Great Tower. Among them was a Elder Woman in red robes, her head adorned with fabric that looked as if a crown. She holding her pale white hands out as if in prayer disappeared in a cloud of swirling gray and emerald green. The Night Mother appeared at the great gate, placing her hand on the stone wall of glyphs she made the same runes light up with flame and the gate began to open.

Ana took some black chalk from socket the crystal she held and anointing Lyssara's head with a sign, it would serve till she might want a permenant one, the mark of the Nightsisters. Ana had her own, which the Night Mother had burned into patterns thatg told her story in the Magicks. It was then that she felt them, Sisters approaching, and then appearing in a cloud was her.. the Night Mother herself of Clan Dathrimus. She towering over them in her dress as she came near to Lyssara,
"So.. it was you who called to the Magicks and made this station sing to the sky with the Fire of Life."
Looking her over she saw the trapping of the Sith, which had a troubled history with the Witches of Dathomir. Turnign to Ana she said,
"Ana.. Daughter.. you have returned at last. And who is this?"
She pointing with her boney finger that looked as if white chalk had powdered it.
Ana bowed low,
"Mother.. this is Lyssara, my friend and ally."

The Night Mother reaching with her hand at Lyssara's chin said,
"The Magicks are strong with you.. I have not seen such a display of the Eternal Favor since my baptism in the Waters of Magi."
She then looked over her garb,
"You are Sith? No? That is quite alright. There have been many Sith Sisters. For we remember Assaj of blessed memory."
Taking her white hands she clapped them together as six figures drew arond them, each with pointed red hoods, and their hands conjuring balls of peridot flame.
"Welcome back Sister Ana, and her friend who has come to learn our ways!"
The Night Sisters all made a sound with their tongues as if laughing and yelling.
Ana looking over at Lyssara gave an expression that conveyed concern, she was not joyful to have been discovered by The Coven. Ana had left Dathomir because of a great truama, and a disagreement with The Mother over what it means to be a Sister of the Night. Now she was forced to face both, and she hoped that Lyssara would not be drawn in to their fanticalism, and that they could accomplish their mission as well as share this new bond they had in the Magicks.

 

[Lyssara Thrynn]

I stand there, frozen, my gaze shifting between Anastarsia and the towering figure of the Night Mother. The power emanating from her is overwhelming, almost suffocating, and yet there's something captivating about her presence, as if every word she utters carries an ancient and impenetrable truth. I can still feel the warmth of the Ichor on my skin, a vibrant, pulsing energy resonating through every fiber of my being. I succeeded. I still don't fully understand how, but I managed to summon the Eternal Flame. A part of me is in awe, while another part is deeply uneasy.

When the Night Mother approaches me, her cold hand under my chin, I struggle not to look away. She examines me, her piercing gaze delving deep into my soul. When she speaks of my strength in the Magicks, I feel both an unexpected pride and a heavy burden. I'm not sure if I want to be acknowledged by them, by this Coven that seems both magnificent and terrifying. Yet I can feel the collective energy of these sisters their laughter, their chants and part of me instinctively responds to it.

But when my gaze meets Ana's, I understand. Her posture is stiff, her expression tense. She's not comfortable here, not even with the Mother who calls her "daughter." She has spoken to me, in fragments, of why she left this place and these women. I can guess that returning here, even out of necessity, is a trial for her. And now I'm here, bound to her by this magic I'm only beginning to understand, plunged into a world whose rules and dangers I do not yet know.

So I take a deep breath, searching for my words.

"Thank you for your welcome, Mother,"

I say in a calm but steady voice, inclining my head slightly in respect.

"I am honored to stand in your presence, but I am still only an apprentice in these Magicks. Anastarsia has taught me much, and I am here to continue understanding these forces… and the bonds they create between us."

I glance quickly at Ana, hoping she feels my support. Then, I turn my attention back to the Night Mother. I sense that a trial is coming, something she expects of me. And if I'm honest, I don't know if I'm ready for what it might entail. But one thing is certain: I won't let Ana bear the weight of this return alone. It's time for me to take charge of the situation. She helped me, and now I'll return the favor by helping her escape from here.

"Mother, it is a pleasure to meet you. However, we cannot linger here for long, as we are on a special mission for my master, the Diarch Rellik, and I do not like to keep him waiting. We are tasked with retrieving two specimens for him, so we must leave to find what we came here for. You know how the sith are, and yes i am a sith too, i am a little apprentice. "

Having said this, I remain stoic under the Night Mother's gaze. However, I do not want to disrespect her, so I pay careful attention to how I hold myself.

Anastarsia

 

[Anastarsia]

The Night Mother leading the way out of the Great Structure turned as the New Sister greeted her with decorum and respect. She then mentiioned a mission for the Sith, which she was curious to inquire about,
"The Sith have long come to our world to find potential acolytes. Lord Maul you probably know of, a Night Brother who had potential in the Force. Though his tale is tragic.. all the tales of our people are.. and yet we carry on. I will not impend you mission, though I ask that you stay with us a little while at our encampment, for there is a matter on which I wish to speak."

Ana was relieved that Lyssara Thrynn was not inclined to join the Coven, that she had brought to the attention of her Mother the Diarchy's Assignment that they had come for.
"Mother, we have come to collect two Rankteks. I do not wish to decieve you about our intent."
The Nightsister knew that the Old Witch Mother could read feelings and even minds, so coming forward with their objective was imperative to establish some good will.
The Night Mother responded,
"You know that many come to take our mounts.. The Slugs in all their decadence and Smugglers.. one of our own, a Sith Sister took hers. What does this Diarchy want with our precious steads?"
Ana stood in their walk to the Great Bonefire,
"I have no answer Mother, only that I trust them and that our Mounts would be in better care with me there, a Sister, than with Hutts."
The Night Mother nodded,
"You have become quite skilled at diplomacy Daughter.. I see then some fruit of your time away.. and..'
She paused,
"You are in love.."
Ana could tell she was being read like a scroll by the Mother, and gave sigh.
"I remember now.. I could hide nothing from you."
The Night Mother responded,
"Indeed, only from yourself.. come lets have a dance around the fire and talk. I will consider your desire to take Rancors, if you will consider a proposal I have to make."
Ana felt uneasy, she hoped that this did not entail them having to remain on Dathomir as Sisters, that they would be trapped on this world she had fled so long ago.

The Bonfire was lit and rose in a blaze of emeralds and peridot. Sisters in the red hoods and garb began to spin and twirl around it as they threw up pale hands and chanting words in Dathomiri. The Night Mother came to a throne of roots from a gnarled tree from which some wood had been taken, her arms falling on arching roots so hardened they could build houses with it.
"We welcome our Sister who long been away from Dathomir, and we welcome her friend who has opened herself to our ways.. showing that the Magicks are with her. Tonight let us dance and give way to trance.. for there is a chance that tomorrow will not come.. that our enemies will once more rain fire on our planet."
She motioned for both Ana and Lyssara to approach and sit beside her on tree trunks that had been cut into seats.

 

[Lyssara Thrynn]

I stepped toward the fire, my movements slow and deliberate, as though the very ground beneath me might shift and pull me under. The emerald smoke swirled thickly in the air, sharp and metallic on my tongue, stinging my lungs with every breath. The atmosphere pulsed with an intensity that felt almost alive, seeping into my skin like a cold, insistent whisper. Every fiber of my being was on edge, strung taut like a wire ready to snap.

When the Night Mother gestured for me to sit, I obeyed without hesitation, my movements precise and measured. The rough, unyielding wood of the trunk bit into my fingers as I settled myself. For a moment, my gaze was drawn to the flames, their green light flickering wildly, casting shifting shadows across the Night Mother's austere face and the twirling figures of her Sisters. Their chant, guttural and ancient, formed an unsettling melody that seemed to tear at the veil between this world and another.

"Thanks for your welcome mother, i am sincerely happy, pass this night with you, but remember, our mission for the diarchy is very important, for me, for you, for everyone, if am here that's for help a friends, and make a personal quest. The quest of the knowledge. I am happy to have this link with nighsister and this power!"

Each note worked its way into me, scraping against corners of my mind I had no desire to explore. And yet, despite the oppressive, haunting allure of it all, my face remained an unyielding mask. There would be no sign of weakness, not here.

A brief glance at Ana confirmed my suspicions. She was tense, though she tried to appear at ease. Her expression betrayed a struggle, an internal conflict that the Mother had surely already sensed. But I would not allow even a flicker of unease to show. My hands rested calmly on my knees, my shoulders straight, as if this strange, surreal gathering were nothing more than an ordinary conversation.

The Mother's voice, harsh and heavy with merciless wisdom, cut through the haze of smoke and song. Her words rose like waves on a storm-tossed sea, each syllable imbued with a power that struck me almost physically.

I met her gaze, unflinching, my eyes locked onto hers as though bracing against the force of her presence. I drew in a slow breath before speaking, my voice low and sharp, cutting through the air like a blade of ice.

"I am listening you. What is your offer ?"

The words were simple, direct, and cold. They hung in the thick air for a moment, mingling with the chant and the crackle of the flames. I didn't move, didn't flinch, as I waited for her to speak.

Yet, deep inside, something stirred. The tension in the air, the weight of this raw, untamed magic, resonated with an echo in me that I could not ignore. It was as if this place with its emerald fire and gnarled roots was trying to speak to me, to claim me. But I forced the sensation down into the depths of my mind. I had to remain cold, impervious. Whatever she would propose, whatever this night might mean for Ana or for me, I would be the one to remain in control.

Anastarsia

 

[Anastarsia]

The Night Mother reclining at her court could feel the Magicks moving about them, especially around this Lyssara Thrynn who had shown a considerable ability to wield them on a scale she had not seen in any sister in some time. Though it was clear from the tone and words she was not interested in joining The Coven, her Sith obligations being paramount.
"Your mission depends on my grace, that I allow you to take two our of steads off this world. To have your wish granted, I need something from you, both of you. There is a new coven of Dathomir.. it not like any other.. they do not call to the Ichor of Dathomir, their craft is some other and they have slain three of our sisters who were scouting them high at the Peak of Arcanis. Worse they have enlisted some of Night Brothers into their ranks who act as guardians. My proposal is that you take a contigent of this coven and destroy this false coven, and its leader. You will not have trouble recognizing her.. I shall impart to you her form. Accomplish this purge of Dath, and I shall grant your request."

Ana looking at her Mother was concerned. Covens often clashed on Dathomir, that was part of her truamtic past that made her flee. However, this one they were being recruited to snuff out was not from Dath, its allegiance could be to the Sith Order or another threat.
"Before we give answer Mother, who are these witches from the outside? Do you know their coven and their claims to Dath?"
The Night Mother turning to her Daughter said,
"They call themselves The Krath. Their power is strong.. I am not able to pierce their minds and divine more.. whatever magic they practice has made them immune to my power. That makes them very dangerious.. and why I am asking you to aid us in this. You are Sith and newly inducted Nightsister, that combination of power may be enough to uproot them, and you Ana have always been astute, aware and can bee a guide, a seer that makes sure that any traps are foreseen."
Ana took a deep breath as she moved upon her seat,
"Our mission depends on those Rankteks. Lyssara.. what do you think?"
The Nightsister knew it was almost a formality to ask, since they had to preform this duty for the Night Mother to gain what they had come for. Those Ana never wanted to entrap anyone as her Mother did, she was giving Lyssara the right to walk away.
"We could walk away.. tell The Diarchs that we failed or perhaps go to the Hutts and hope they have more than one Ranktek."
The proposal was half hearted, dealings with the Hutts was far more techerious than the Night Mother. At least Nightsisters had a sense of honor, specifically regarding Dath, which they would be lending aid to, but the Slug Lords on the other hand was an entirely different affair. They might sieze Ana just because she is exotic looking as Dathomirian, and keep Lyssara for other curiosites. Though it would not come to that, they both would slay such Slime and probably cause a war between The Diarchy and The Hutt Cartel, again not ideal. There was nothing but hard choices/

TAG: Lyssara Thrynn

 

[Lyssara Thrynn]

I stand still, arms crossed, my eyes fixed on the Night Mother. The flickering light of the chamber plays across the folds of my cloak, accentuating the sharp contours of my face. When I finally speak, my voice is calm but as sharp as a blade.

"We have no alternative quickly."

The words fall, heavy and final. My gaze briefly shifts to Ana, noting her hesitation. I understand her doubts, but logic is unyielding. There is no time for second-guessing.

I step forward, my boots echoing softly against the stone floor. My shadow stretches, cast by the dim, uneven light. Every movement is deliberate, calculated.


"Let's eliminate them and fulfill our task for the Diarchy. It's the quickest path. The sooner this is done, the sooner we leave Dathomir with our specimens. What do you say? Negotiating with the Hutts is far too risky."

I raise my head toward the Night Mother, my eyes piercing through the veil of mystery she cloaks herself in.

"Show me her face," I say emotionlessly. I do not ask. I do not plead. I command.

I take a few steps back, letting silence settle over the room once more. My thoughts are already on the battle to come alien magic, unknown enemies. But that is a problem for later. For now, the objective is all that matters.

After all, if my ichor is as powerful as it seems, I may have a card to play as a Nightsister. My allegiance lies first and foremost with Master Rellik, and failure is not an option. All I need are these two specimens. Whatever it takes kill, steal, destroy I will do it. I am Sith.

On that note, I extend my hand, summoning once again my own blue flame. I watch it for a moment, letting it ground me. I wonder what would happen if I combined the ichor with this force-born fire.

I choose my words carefully, ensuring she understands that I am prepared to aid both sides.

"Today, I became a Nightsister. It is a heavy vow, steeped in meaning and duty. Our paths align for now, and you shall have my help. But I must also honor my Sith obligations too, i need work for double."

We are not here to harm for harm's sake but to learn, to understand. It is true that eliminating a source of uncertainty can be tempting—it prevents unpleasant surprises. Their fate will be sealed, and if any survive, this conflict will inevitably escalate further. Speaking in Sith, I extinguish the flame in my palm.

"Tave midwan vyktis." ("Their blood will be spilled.")

I find the price excessively steep a rival faction in exchange for two rancors. It's a strange bargain. But this isn't my conflict. Once I leave Dathomir, I will return to my old ways with new power at my command, and not just any power, but i need training now for get a chance to complete our mission in one piece.

Anastarsia

 

[Anastarsia]

The Night Mother seeing the zeal of the New Sister and her willingness to step forward for Dathomir.
"So be it."
She weaving with her hands called to their minds an image, a Woman with long black locks and eyes as yellow jasper, he dress dark and black, though not as the Sith don. Great bolts flying from her finger tips as Nightsisters in crimson fall before her high on the peak of Arcanis.
"This Witch has a sorcery unknown to us, and she possesses the power you Sith hold. I do not make this bargain lightly Daughter.. for indeed you have embraced the Magicks, and they flow through you as they do us! I accept you into the fold of the Night, forever shall you be the Child of Two Worlds, and that path shall make shape you and make you."

Ana gave a look of concern, not at what the Mother said. Rather the image of this Witch, someone who had the dark side as their ally was not to be trifled with, which made her all the more worried about who she served. The Nightsister was beginning to think they were about to kick a nest, and stir up something that they would come to rue, and this made her heart heavy. With Lyssara Thrynn making her pledge, there was no other recourse, they had to seek out these.. Krath and bring an end to their invasion of the Dath. Ana stepping away for a moment near the holy fire burning, took a breath, her mind drifted to Darth Hemorpheus . When she undertook this assignment she thought it was a way to step out, to show The Diarchy her value apart from her Master and Beloved. Now she was beginning to wonder if she had left shelter to brave a storm, and if she had it in her to survive this tempest. Lyssara had this confidence, she was trained in the Force, and now had the Magicks, Ana only knew the Ichor ways, and while Nightsister were formidable, the vision shown her had three falling to this Outlander, this Witch who she sensed in her heart was more than just some interloper seeking to cause trouble.

Warming herself she had a Sister approach her,
"Ana.. you may not remember me, I am Yava. I was a child when you left Dathomir."
Ana turning, forced a smile.
"Yava! Look at you! You have grown!"
The Nightsister smiled as she held a velvet box in her hands.
"I wanted to give you something.. a gift."
Ana was given the box and she opened it, inside was an amulet. It had golden triangles upside down hanging from a gold chain.
"It belong to my sister, Narina, she was.. killed."
Ana took the gift and kissed the metal as she placed her hand on the Young Sister's shoulder.
"I am so sorry.."
Yava replied,
"Please be careful.. Narina was strong in the Magicks.. I would say avenge her.. and I hope you do.. though I would rather you return more than anything."
Ana was touched, she took Yava and embraced her with her arms wrapping around her.
"Do not worry for me.. I have a Sith Sister as my companion, together we will prevail."
She said this as much for herself as she did for the Young Sister.

The time came to set out, Ana saw Arcanis in the distance, a long path of gnarled oaks and mounds before it. She with her eyes of ruby fixed on the peak. The road would be perilous, for the Forestes of Dath were rife with dangers, and the mounds were haunted by the dead. This would be a great test of them both. And then at the end was the greatest trial of all, an enemy neither had faced before. Ana turning to Lyssara said,
"Promise me one thing.. if we fail, and you survive.. and I do not.. that you bring my body to Hemorpheus. My kin will burn me on a pyre. I want my body to rest in the arms of the Man of Love before I am burned."
These words were filled with a dark foreboding, as if Ana knew her fate, a grim prognostication. Then again this was Dath, everything was grim...

 

[Lyssara Thrynn]

I remain silent for a moment, staring at Ana, my thoughts swirling like a storm. Her words resonate with a gravity I cannot ignore. Dathomir has a way of plunging souls into dark abysses, where every step feels like a vow against the unknown.

I cross my arms, my voice lower now, tinged with an unusual hardness.

"Do not speak of death so lightly, Ana. We have a fight ahead of us, yes, but it's a fight we will win. Don't be afraid by the death, because WE are the death today."

My gaze lingers on her, searching for the emotions in her ruby-red eyes. She carries a burden I cannot fully understand, but I refuse to let her surrender to such thoughts.

"I will make you a promise, but not the one you ask for." I step closer, my boots sinking into the soft soil of Dathomir. "If one of us falls, it will not be the end. I am Sith. We do not bow to destiny. If I must return you to Hemorpheus, alive or otherwise, I will. But understand this I do not fight to survive. I fight to conquer and to vanquish my enemies."

I glance briefly toward the dark forest and the haunted mounds. The danger is palpable, but it is also an opportunity.

"This land is your home, Ana. Its magic runs in your veins. Together, we will not be prey. We will be predators. Remember the Sith Code: Through power, I gain victory. Through victory, my chains are broken. Let the rage consume you, and we will triumph."

I place a hand on her shoulder, a rare gesture for me, charged with the intensity of the moment.

"Do not let this vision chain you. It is but one possibility among thousands. You are not alone, and neither am I. We will succeed failure is not an option."

I finally turn, my eyes fixed on the glowing emerald symbols of the tower before us. Each step will be a challenge, but this is not the first time I've faced the unknown, nor will it be the last.

"Let's do what we must and return victorious to our Masters. You and me have a deal to finish it! No one of us die, only our enemy! "

i'm turning towards yava and I look at her with a serious look on my face.

"I thinks, we can do this together, we win and we back than more strongher that we never were"

Anastarsia

 

[Anastarsia]

Ana listened as Lyssara Thrynn spoke of how they would prevail against the Enemy, that this was her world, The Magicks were in their favor, not that of the foe. However, despite even a tender touch of reassurance, The Nightsister felt a forboding she could not shake, as if there would be a great cost to this. Turning to the Sith Sister she said,
"I hope you are right sister.. I hope you are right."
The other Nightsisters were gathering many of them with strung bows, with strings and arrows of bright magenta energy. The Night Mother came to them and held in her hands something. As she approached she said to both Ana and Lyssara,
"I give to you the holy ore, with the Magicks you will forge swords and be ready to face the Outlanders. Ana you know the ritual, teach her how to command the Ichor and togther you will become unstoppable!"
She handed them both a piece of steel in a thick block,
"Sisters! The time has come to remove the stain of these invaders! Let your aim be true and support your sisters in all things! Remember that Dathomir belongs to us! Do not hesistate, show no mercy to the Night Brethern who have chosen the folly of siding with our enemy!"
She then began to chant, raising her gnarled fingers as if blades into the air as she blessed them all, a great ball of flame, green as emeralds fell upon them.

Ana took her block of ore and felt its weight. Long had she wanted to make an Ichor Blade, a weapon capable of tilting with Beskar and Kyber blades.
She bowed her head to the Mother as she turned to face the great valley of Shadow, there the trees creaked and mounds had skulls on metal stakes. One had gnarled horns, she looking at it felt that warning in her heart increase, though she was determined to trust Lyssara's optimism and the command of the Night Mother. This was the chance to rise, to ascend as a Sister of the Night. Taking the lead as she put the block in her pouch that she slong over her shoulder she said,
"For Dathomir!"
The other Sister raising their bows up by one hand shouted the same,
"For Dathomir!"
Turning to Lyssara she said,
"No turning back now.. I will guard you with my life, sister."

 

[Lyssara Thrynn]

The green light of the blessing envelops the circle of sisters, illuminating their tense, exalted faces. I remain slightly apart, my fingers gripping the block of sacred steel. Its coldness contrasts with the fervent atmosphere around me. The cries echo, carried by a faith that I share, yet neither fully embrace nor reject. It is not my role to fuel this fervor, nor to contest it. My role is to understand, to act with clarity.

The metal in my hands pulses softly with an energy waiting to be shaped. Such raw power demands mastery, not improvisation. And that is precisely where my concern lies. I do not know the intricacies of the ritual we must perform. Ana does. I see in her movements an ease, a natural skill I do not possess. This forces me to set aside my instinct to remain distant and ask for what I need.

I turn slightly toward her, my words measured, my tone calm but marked with a certain respectful reserve:

"Ana, show me how the ritual works please, thanks you. I need to understand what we are about to do."

My gaze meets hers, and, for a moment, I allow a flicker of sincerity to show. Not cold authority this time, but a direct, clear request. It is not an order but a call for her expertise, an implicit acknowledgment of what she knows and what I have yet to master.

I do not move, waiting for her response, attentive. I am not here to lose myself; I must remain focused on the objective of the diarchy while learning the customs of the Nightsisters to gain their acceptance. If I am to bend the metal and the Ichor to my will, I want to do so with full understanding of each step and every consequence.

Anastarsia

 

[Anastarsia]

As they set out, now walking towards the first of gnarled trees, that looked as wood hands shooting lightning bolt limbs at them.
The Nightsister listening to Lyssara Thrynn
"We can forge Night Swords here.."
The Night Archers made a parameter around them, stringing their bows. Ana came to a hollowed out stump, and began to pour the Ichor into it through vapor coming from her hands. She then took the metal the Night Mother had given them, and dropped it in the cauldron, it bubbling from the flames of green. Her eyes were glowing the same ghastly peridot green, she was chanting in the Dathomiri Tongue, a crescent like pear of peridot appeared in her hand and she threw it into the pot as she wove her pale gray and white fingers over it. She then looking over at Lyssara said,
"Come Sister.. watch me use the waters of flame to make a blade."

The flames lapped about, almost spilling over the circle of wood, when rising up was the once thick piece of ore, it was stretching now and taking shape. She made the blade curve, as a true sabre, and the handle began to take form as rings of metal began to come around it in a vibrant emerald. Ana was levitating the weapon above the pot of Magicks, her power being poured into it as she said,
"Sacred Iron of Dathomir.. I consecrate you in the Fires of the Magicks! You shall sing and sting, making the enemies of the Night fall!"
She then raising her hands up drew the weapon into the air and a Sister bringing a great sack of water held it out and she quenched the weapon, it making a crackling sound and steam rising out. Then drawing the blade from this sheath, Ana floated it to her hand and held it up, inspecting it with her eye, the blade was fine, and without cracks, and the tang was solid. She taking it in both hands, the sickle side resting on her palms bowed low on her knees and declared,
"Ichor of Life! Make strong my hand with their holy ore so that we may defeat the horde of those who ignore our ways! Who have trespassed on hallowed ground! Make sharp the edge that it may plunge into them!"
The edge of her blade began to burn with a fire of green, that did not dissipate, an aura of the Magicks now began to swirl around the weapon as she turned to Lyssara and said,
"Now.. it is your turn Sister."
Ana gave a smile, this rite was old, dating as far back as Mother Talizen. The Swords of Dathomir were mighty, and only capable of being forged by Sisters of the Night. This was a great honor for Lyssara who was newly inducted, newly baptized in the Magicks. Ana was so proud, that a sister in the Diarchy was a sister in the Night as well. She would never be fully alone when they returned.. both now filled with the Ichor of Life.

 

[Lyssara Thrynn]

So Ana finished her incantation, and the green flame enveloped the sword with an almost supernatural intensity. I could feel the power of the Magicks circulating around us, strengthening every fiber of my being. My heart pounded wildly, both with excitement and respect for this ancient ritual.

"Now, it's my turn, sister, thanks you sister for showing me this sacred ritual"

I said as I approached the cauldron. My hands trembled slightly as I took a cup filled with the Ichor of Life. Steam escaped from my palms, and I carefully poured it into the hollow of the tree. The black, viscous liquid reacted immediately with the metal, creating green bubbles that rose toward the night sky.

I grasped the sacred metal that the Mother of the Nights had entrusted to us. Each piece is imbued with the magic of Dathomir, and handling it requires absolute concentration. I placed it into the boiling cauldron, watching the transformation under the green flames. My bright eyes reflected the glow of the flames as I chanted in the Dathomiri language, weaving ancient spells with every movement of my pale and white fingers.

A crescent-shaped peridot appeared in my hand, shimmering with an emerald light. Without hesitation, I threw it into the pot, letting the magic wrap around it. The liquid rippled, and the metal began to form, stretching and gradually taking the shape of an elegant saber. The hilt took shape, surrounded by metallic circles vibrating with emerald, while the sword floated above the cauldron, imbued with my power.

"Sacred Iron of Dathomir... I consecrate you in the Fires of the Magicks! You shall sing and sting, making the enemies of the Night fall!"

I proclaimed with determination. My hands rose, and the sword responded to my call, suspended in the air. Another sister arrived, carrying a large sack of water, and I dipped the weapon into the liquid, listening to the crackling and seeing the steam rise.

I drew the sword from its sheath, holding it before me to inspect it. It was perfect, without cracks, with a solid hilt. Taking both hands, I let the blade rest on my palms before declaring fervently:

"Ichor of Life! Strengthen my hand with their sacred ore so that we may defeat the horde of those who ignore our ways! Who have trodden upon sacred ground! Sharpen the edge so it may plunge into them!"

The blade ignited with a green fire that did not dissipate, an aura of Magicks enveloping the weapon. I turned to Ana, a proud smile lighting up my face.

"Now, I had promised us victory, sister of the night. It is time to call upon the sacred fire of science. In order to reduce our foes, the time has come to herald the arrival of Ragnarok."

I felt the honor and responsibility weighing on my shoulders. Being initiated and baptized in the Magicks was a rare privilege. With the Ichor of Life flowing in our veins, Ana and I were ready to face the darkness and move forward more than ever. Finally, I had forged this sword before my own lightsaber... I wonder how Master Rellik would react upon seeing me arrive with this newly forged sword.

No need to get my hands dirty, however; I will wait a bit before taking out my datapad. I don't want to break this important ritual moment. For now, I simply watch my new sword forged by the ichor and imbued with Magicks, shimmering green like Sister Ana's.

"What do you think, my sister? I think it's a beautiful work, isn't it?"

I extend the sword to her so she can examine it in turn, if she wishes, same for the Mother of the Night. For now, I must gain acceptance within the Sisters of the Night. I need to learn their knowledge, and this night will be sacred.

Anastarsia