Darth Keres
Equipment | In Bio
Location | Yalara academy
Tag | Eido Wreyth
Time had passed since she was first taken from those old slave pits, but how long had it been? Eido had gotten to see fellow students who wished to apprentice under her master fall one by one, be it from the depths of this cursed place or by the brutal hand of Adeline herself. All focus was placed into simply surviving the cruel monster known as Adeline, Eido perhaps had even seen glimpses of what this creature could do when testing fellow students. All of which never passed every test, now they walked these same halls as soulless puppets.
It didn't matter how much time had passed, what was important is that Eido and a handful of others could claim to one vital thing...
You had survived thus far.
Far be it for anyone to understand why the vampiress was so forceful and persistent with her lessons, but those under her dread wings rapidly found themselves to improve. They had to after all, for the devil was waiting just around the corner.
Two other students stood at the ready within a room, each one given scars they will always remember. One of them, a fellow dathomirian zabrak gestures at Eido as she entered an empty ritual room.
"You got a summons too then? Any idea what she wants..? I- Well I don't know if this is some form of test or not."
He scratches at his head, waiting for Eido to respond to his question... What even was his name? You all had been at this for some time now, and yet the only bond you three had was that you had made it this far. Together through the thickest, sharing scars and beatings. And yet the whispers of the dark maiden are all that linger in the mind, how you can hear them echo off some faint pulse in the cold below.
Sickening how your mind has been so warped that you know not the names of those who stand with you.
"While we wait, do you two ever hear anything? I swear sometimes something is touching me even though I see nothing.."
Another, a human who had strike marks upon her face. Claws had dug in and tore, and yet here she stands. Her question would be asked in a mildly sheepish tone, it was clear that whatever illogical presences stalked these halls unnerved the woman.
But who were these two? Does your mind try to remember? Or do you forget and see them as tools?
It is all on you little acolyte, who are they?