"I knew I sensed a Mandalorian or two, the honor, pride, and duty bound." She shook her head pushing away the thoughts, "My apologies, I'm being rude. I'm an Empath, not something I am gifted with through the force and too ill to filter things out. Essentially I feel everything of the emotions and mindsets of those around me. I do apologize if I'm intruding by asking all three of you here." She explained as she politely bowed her head to the new trio joining them. "My name is Coryth Elaris, and I'm pleased to meet you all."
The caring compassion of a fatherly tone, could not be missed by the lil' redhead. The comfort something she needed. Something that allowed her to smile despite her nerves and the grave situation. Though she remained completely unaware of who she was before. "Maybe, maybe not. I, however am not one to believe in coincidence. Things happen for a reason and perhaps that is why we find ourselves all here today."
Nervously, she fiddled with her hands and the edge of the blanket, not sure what to do with herself. "I've not a right to ask you of anything, for we've never met before this instant but however there is trouble, a problem that cannot be solved by me alone. I'm not even sure the Jedi alone can completely help. Needless to say it's a complicated matter." Rambing, you're rambing again.. "One I'm not sure you'll entirely believe if I told you it all from beginning to end but I'll give the short of it, as short as I can."
With care she pulled her robes down but a hair, with all modesty in mind before anyone gets any ideas. Along with deep criss crossing scars that hardly missed an inch of her flesh beneath the robes, not only did they seemed new, though that was not the case. Marks of torture for certain, for very few did things like that on purpose. Inside the scars deep black lines spread slowly, returning. Right now they were thin, but still noticeable. "It's hard to explain." She said flatly. "The scars are not as they appear, they are not new, in fact over a decade old. The black .. that however is new." She paused eyes dropping and looking down to her hands where she played at the blanket.
"It wasn't like this last night, much worse in fact, and nearly took my life." As much as others might have tried to make sure she wasn't aware of the grievous nature of her state, the lil redhead was no fool. She'd seen the look in the eyes of healers before. Told the same stories to keep hope up for as long as possible. This was a time when being a healer, and knowing the other side did not make it easier for her, only made it worse.
"As to what it is exactly, we aren't sure. Sith Poison maybe, but just showing after over a decade, makes me believe there is more at work in this story. Some twisted alchemy work of the Sith, also possible, and considering who had tortured me then, alchemy is likely a root cause. The only thing I do know, when this scar opened." She looked down to her shoulder, pointing to a thicker line than the others, "What came from it was not blood, what it was was pure evil in a physical form."
Shifting she covered the darkening scars, pulling the robes back over them. "I'm certain this must sound like insanity to you, to most of you here but I swear on my life every last word is true." The Master had no reason to lie, nor really could she. It was one thing she was not good at, illusions, sure, healing, no doubt, but speaking something aside from the truth, never.
"To make matters worse, the darkness in my skin was nearly completely gone as well last night, now it creeps back slowly, very slowly but none the less it is coming back." The look in her eyes one of complete bafflement and worry untold, none of this even she really understood. "Every minute, every hour, I must fight, to push this back. I give up, give in, I'm not fool enough to think I'll live through. So all I've got is hope as my body grows weaker. I could not defend myself alone even if I tried. I've the few friends around me and little to go on."
Now she debated what to tell the whole room next, would they believe her? Or would they all walk away. "From time to time, I see future events, objects of importance, tiny glimpses of what has or what will be. Along with a pull, almost living, something I can't pretend to understand, I'm haunted by visions of a box. Gold, and rune covered, of an origin that even as widely traveled as I am, I do not recognize. It's tied to this all, I can feel it." A small part she was leaving out, how it called to her, whispered to her in her dreams. Promised it could help her. She sighed, her eyes down, more interested in her feet than the others.
"I don't know if you can help me. Or if you will. But I worry that there are not enough of us to weather the storm ahead, and find what is drawing out this sickness, trying to kill me. For on top of this all I feel a great darkness coming, unlike anything we have seen before."
She sighed a final time, feeling like she needed to return back to where it all began. "I need to return to where this started. Where I was tortured, perhaps clues will still be left behind. But I cannot go alone, not when this particular planet has an affinity for trying to kill me each and every time I stick a toe in the hot sands." The idea worried her greatly, she'd never been back there since it had happened, and worried if she'd be able to handle returning. But if there was even one jar left of what that monster had placed in her skin then it could be worth it.
Looking up to Ordo, then to Verz, and Arla. "Would I be asking too much to accompany me to Tatooine? I don't know how far my legs will carry me, or how long I'll be able to hold a blade, but it only makes sense to return to where it all started." Maybe she was grasping for straws, for any clue but so far everyone seemed to have come up empty and they had to start somewhere. Though in the back of her mind, a darkness was moving, coming closer. Something that worried her greatly.
She gave a small smile after a glance to the card. "It's okay Iron, I've been on my own for a while, wasn't looking to be found in truth, not til things started to get bad."
Glancing to the others in the room she couldn't help but feel like the same child that had graced these halls so many years ago. "Simple matter is I can't do any of this alone, nor do I trust myself alone, not when the darkside is this close to me, and pulls at me the way it does. And if any of what I've seen is to come to pass we'll need all the help we can find. I truly hope none of it does, truly. But short of it, is I need help.To whatever end this takes me, I need help, and I refuse to lay in this bed and let others do the work. Not when my own life hangs in the balance."
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