Hastur-Yig
Character
The Force isn't fully understood by anyone. Much like a deep ocean we can learn much but only so much in all reality. Just like the Human's home world it could hold many secrets, and as has been proved through the force there are quite a few things that we once thought impossible. A life after death proven through the ways of the jedi, while a ressurection from the dead and gift of life itself through the Sith teachings. Magic and Force often clashed together on things one could do and things one could not do. However these all were merely thoughts that every force user had thought of at least once, and even those who aren't force sensitive with an interest have wondered. Though now...
ʇ̴̠̭̜̹̦͓̹̜̦ͫ̈́̊ͦͬ̾ͭ͊̀̋ͫ̓o̧͕̦̜̯͚̻̳̬̠̜̼̫͎̻͖̖̳͖͂̀ͧ̽͌ͣͣͦ͑̊͊͐̔̈́̑͠u̴̸̢̬̪̟̱̗͂ͩ̎͑͒̇̈͛͂́͌ͯͧ̌͛̚ ̛̍̂͂̓͐̋ͪͫ͐ͥͫ̍̃ͥ͑̀͟͏̛̥̪̟̹̥̺̩̻̱͉ǝ̶̺̝̠͎̺̤̻͖̙̦̲͕̗͚̳̌̎͑͋ͮ̑͘͞ͅɹ̸̶̵̱͉̘̼̙̼̝ͮͨ̑̍ͧ̂͆̄̈̓̓͞,̴ͤ̂͆ͣ̓ͦ͂̽̋̐̍ͬ̿͋͌ͥͭ̇͒͝͏̶͙̲̩̹̼̗̩͓̻͓͕̦̣̞̜̮̀n̼̠̬̪̰̫̝͖̱̫̞̺̘̹̲̥̜̱ͪ̑ͭ̾͠o̶̴̳͚̪̬͈̜̟͎̳̖͍̘̳̭͈̟͛̑ͫͨ̑̍ͤ̒͌̾̆̎̌͛͛͘͞⅄̓͊͑ͤ̒̈̇̉ͬ҉̬̻̣͓̭͕̥͈͍͎̲͟ ̨͙͇̗̬̦̰͔̘͔͈̩̯͛̓ͫ͊̃͊̓́ͬ͗͗̈́́ͨ̀̀S̈̇͛͌̑̓̍̽̂́̄̃ͦ̀͜҉̫̣̘̘̺̘͕̟͈͎͍͇͖̥̠̪͔̦͘ͅɹ̵̴̣̻͈̩͚̣̲̰̖̎̒ͣ̇ͯ̀́͜ʇ̵̷̠̬̮̥̝͇̘̝͔̩̋͋ͦ͒͗ͯ͂̅̌̒͠͡ͅǫ̦̼̭̹ͥ͂ͦ͗ͣ͋̑̀̈ͮ͟͜ň̷ͩ̿̏ͧ͒͒ͬ̋̆͂̄͏̱̲̟̣̰̼͉͠g̷̡͚̮͓͙̗͔͉͕̹͓͚͈̲̮͖̙̟͎͕̉̈ͩ̓ͮͦ̋͊̄ͩ̅̄͌́̀͟ ̛͕̯̮̣̺̠͔̟̙̤̩̗̮̻̟̈͛ͤ͛̇͑ͤ̓ͮ͌̑̇͌ͫ̋́ͬ͛͜ͅơͤͩ̓͒̎ͨ̀̕͏̜̘͙͍͉͔̺̻̩͈̪̜̬̣̲̹͔͙̱u̷̐͛ͦͪ͆̒̂̂͐̑̽̄̄̍̓̈̔̚͢͞͡҉̲̖͚̯Ǝ̷̶̼̮̙̦͇̟̹̜ͧ̄̐ͫ̐̋͞u̢̯̘̙̱̟͍͙̺͎̟̰̤̼̪̙̳̳̖ͯ̐̏̋̇̆ͤ̿̆̅̌ͨ̏̓̿̔̀́̚ģ̴͙̬̦͎ͥ̅̏ͣͯ̑ͭͮ̑̈́̏̆̎̏̒̉̂̋͠h̹̠̥͕̬̗ͭ̒̾͒̅̆̓̅̈ͭͩͯ͛ͣ͂͋͊̚͘͜
̷̪̺̟͈̠̮̤̘̆̆̌̽͊̄ͭ̿ͯ̃͝ͅɐ̵̣̜̲̪̻̩̟̬ͦ̄̏͆̈́ͧ̉̓͊͋͐̈́ͮ̃ͥ͛́̚̕͢͡Ⅎ̽͗̽ͨ̓̆̈̆͏̭̟͚̳l̛̐̑ͣ̃̌̒͐̍ͪͦ̈̆̔̒̓ͣ҉̸̧̻̻͖͙̱͈͇̙̪̭̣̀ļ̐͋ͩ̓ͤͬ̓̾ͯͮ̽͊ͫ͒̃͗͆̀͏͏͍̲̭̯͉̝̦̳̬̹͇ͅͅ ̴̣̟͈͎̩͉͉͈͚̱̩͗͊̐̓͛͊̉̂͆̋ͤ̈́͌ͭ̊̚̕͠u͆ͫ̏̏ͯ͋͊͛ͬͮͤ͛̚̚̚҉͎̱͇̫͖͈̟̪̹̹͇̲͚͈̤̝̠͖̀͘ʍ̵̜̩͍̱̯̯̠̯̘̝̓ͯ̆̔ͥ̓̎̽̃͐̈͘͠o̷̴̤̝̩̜͍̳̩̩͈̲̘͈͉̞̥̥̣͑͂̈ͤͣͮͣ̔̓́͆͋͒┴̡̺͎̟̦͖̒̈͆ͫ̔͗͒͆͑ͩͭ̎͗̎̉͂ͫ͢͢ơ̶͖̪̙̩̥͓̲̟͔̗̩̥̟͕̖̬͚̹͛̇̂̈́̀̍̉̑͜͞v̨̛̛͕̯͕͈͚̤͖̬̮̻͙̹ͩ̉̍͂͒̉̃̔̊e̸̛̞̖̗̓̒̽̅́r̠̟̠͙̗̫͍̫̪͔̱̪͙͍̀͌͐̎̇͊ͨ͛͊̐ͭ̽ͣͭ͗̉̃ͤ͋̀͝ ̶̴̝̙̭̼̣̙̥̙͊̏͒ͨ̏͗ͨ̂͂ͨ̚
̵̶̨̧͙͚̭̦̪͉̰̝͕̱͈̞̥̪̮̐̒ͪ̾̔ͩ̾͊̍̉́ͅͅS̛͒͗ͨͪͯ̃́̇̋̂͑̀̀҉̪̲̤̜̻̦̘̻̟͚̘̥͈͍̻̕ͅiͣͬ̊ͧ̔ͫ̈̏̚҉̧̣̗̥͎͕̤͇͟n̴̸̞̩̹̲̦͕̲͎̼̤̥̠̞̤̬ͥͭ̒̐̅cͦ̀͌̊̔ͨ҉̰͚͖̜͕̻̯̖̙̫̜͈̪͔̙̣͈̘̬͘͘̕t̓ͫ͗̊̌́̾͋̽̃̌̐ͨ҉̶̡̖̯̙̪̝͙͍̘͇̀͠ ̸ͫͤ̍̓̓̇̇͟͢͏̥̯̠̫̤̤̱̹ʇ̉͆ͭ̑̇ͤ̃̽̇̔̿͛̄͂̑͒͗͏͘͟͏͉̥̬̤̦͕̯̱ɔ̵͊̓̿̉̇ͭ̿ͭ́̕҉̢̳̥͔̟͔̥̖͕̱̤̰̰̦̩̰̝͔̝̗u̡̐ͬͤ͊͟͟͝͏̜̻͇̳̗̮̯̪͈̬͉̲̞̪ͅᴉ̡̗͎̹͎̝͇̯̉̈́́ͤ̐̉͝S̶̷̵̻̱͖̜̯̗̉ͭ̓ͭͥͥͬ͗̐̇̈́͋́͢͠ ̨̧̾͌͆̑̇̅͌͋͒ͨ̂̈ͫ͟͡͏͍̹̜̳̞͚B͖̯͇̣ͭ͆ͩͪͩ̊͛̚͟͠r̴̡̛͕̦̲̖̙̞̹̥̗̙̲͕͇̖̝̪̫̓̃̋͊̾̆̓ʞ̴̨̜͓̟̣͕̲̻̲̬̮̙̳̘͈ͩ̿̒̀ͪ̉̑̓ͣ̎ͬ̀̄̓̈̍͘͡ɐ̶̧̫̝͓̯̑̌̌̈́̆ͣ͆́͘͢ǝ̸̧̧͓̯͙̖̪̩̯̺̪̈́͆̿͑͆͟
̶̢̮̟̼͚̼͓̜͙͓͍͈̩̥̬̥ͫ̏͐̆̓ͮ̅ͧ̃̽͛̃̈́̑̋̄̀́ǝͫ̏ͧ̈̃̎ͫ̊̔ͫͨ͏͈͇͚͇̘̼͙̭̤̫̳̮̰͍͇̩͖͜ͅɹ̸̻̱̦͕̲̮͈̩̥̲͉̺̙͔͍͔̾ͦ̅̇͋͒͂̀͋̑͌ͮ̒ͧͫ̂͟ǝ̧̮͍͎͚͕̝̦̹͉̬̻̱̹̤̬̞̖̬̲̒ͦ͒̌ͪ͌̾̚͜͠͞H̞͓͔̺̳͍̠̩̞̮͕͎̤̠̺̖̐ͨ̽ͥ̓̚̚͜͝ͅ ̧̣̙͚̝͓͉̼̝̝͈̼̤̭̹ͫ̋ͦ̍̂ͭ̃͐͂̽̈̒̆́̚͘͠ɹ̸̨̜͙͚̳̙̜͉̪̣͍͓͓ͤ̓̋̈́̿̏̅̈́ͩ̀́͡ɐ̪͕̜͙̩̲͇̝̥͇ͤ̆ͮ͐̌̚̚̕͟͡͡ǝ̞̪̠̭̥̞ͦͭ̓ͮ́͞d̢̢̜͎̟ͦ͑ͭͦ͊ͬ̈ͦd̋̿ͯͬ́͊ͨ́̑́́͢҉͎̹̝̮̫̱̜͈̲̯͉̟͉͓̠̙̬∀̧̛̬͎̫̳̍͗ͬ̓̾ͮ͗ͧ͒ͨ̎ͤ̆ͦ͜͞͞
Oh my, what a terrible sound. A vision, a clipping of letters and runes that even a master of knowledge would scratch their head on. If it hadn't flashed by so quickly perhaps then but... it was gone so quickly. However the message still burned, not word for word but a place. An image burned so thoroughly. "Approach Drifter... I Hunger" A choral calling from the soul and beyond. This sound and feeling heard only by force sensitives brought that image into their minds everytime they would close their eyes. However if they chose to seek it out, then they would find something, right?
An island in the sea of space, an oasis with water and trees and life. Though arctic and cold, it seemed to hold something vast there.
Would anyone heed its call?
ʇ̴̠̭̜̹̦͓̹̜̦ͫ̈́̊ͦͬ̾ͭ͊̀̋ͫ̓o̧͕̦̜̯͚̻̳̬̠̜̼̫͎̻͖̖̳͖͂̀ͧ̽͌ͣͣͦ͑̊͊͐̔̈́̑͠u̴̸̢̬̪̟̱̗͂ͩ̎͑͒̇̈͛͂́͌ͯͧ̌͛̚ ̛̍̂͂̓͐̋ͪͫ͐ͥͫ̍̃ͥ͑̀͟͏̛̥̪̟̹̥̺̩̻̱͉ǝ̶̺̝̠͎̺̤̻͖̙̦̲͕̗͚̳̌̎͑͋ͮ̑͘͞ͅɹ̸̶̵̱͉̘̼̙̼̝ͮͨ̑̍ͧ̂͆̄̈̓̓͞,̴ͤ̂͆ͣ̓ͦ͂̽̋̐̍ͬ̿͋͌ͥͭ̇͒͝͏̶͙̲̩̹̼̗̩͓̻͓͕̦̣̞̜̮̀n̼̠̬̪̰̫̝͖̱̫̞̺̘̹̲̥̜̱ͪ̑ͭ̾͠o̶̴̳͚̪̬͈̜̟͎̳̖͍̘̳̭͈̟͛̑ͫͨ̑̍ͤ̒͌̾̆̎̌͛͛͘͞⅄̓͊͑ͤ̒̈̇̉ͬ҉̬̻̣͓̭͕̥͈͍͎̲͟ ̨͙͇̗̬̦̰͔̘͔͈̩̯͛̓ͫ͊̃͊̓́ͬ͗͗̈́́ͨ̀̀S̈̇͛͌̑̓̍̽̂́̄̃ͦ̀͜҉̫̣̘̘̺̘͕̟͈͎͍͇͖̥̠̪͔̦͘ͅɹ̵̴̣̻͈̩͚̣̲̰̖̎̒ͣ̇ͯ̀́͜ʇ̵̷̠̬̮̥̝͇̘̝͔̩̋͋ͦ͒͗ͯ͂̅̌̒͠͡ͅǫ̦̼̭̹ͥ͂ͦ͗ͣ͋̑̀̈ͮ͟͜ň̷ͩ̿̏ͧ͒͒ͬ̋̆͂̄͏̱̲̟̣̰̼͉͠g̷̡͚̮͓͙̗͔͉͕̹͓͚͈̲̮͖̙̟͎͕̉̈ͩ̓ͮͦ̋͊̄ͩ̅̄͌́̀͟ ̛͕̯̮̣̺̠͔̟̙̤̩̗̮̻̟̈͛ͤ͛̇͑ͤ̓ͮ͌̑̇͌ͫ̋́ͬ͛͜ͅơͤͩ̓͒̎ͨ̀̕͏̜̘͙͍͉͔̺̻̩͈̪̜̬̣̲̹͔͙̱u̷̐͛ͦͪ͆̒̂̂͐̑̽̄̄̍̓̈̔̚͢͞͡҉̲̖͚̯Ǝ̷̶̼̮̙̦͇̟̹̜ͧ̄̐ͫ̐̋͞u̢̯̘̙̱̟͍͙̺͎̟̰̤̼̪̙̳̳̖ͯ̐̏̋̇̆ͤ̿̆̅̌ͨ̏̓̿̔̀́̚ģ̴͙̬̦͎ͥ̅̏ͣͯ̑ͭͮ̑̈́̏̆̎̏̒̉̂̋͠h̹̠̥͕̬̗ͭ̒̾͒̅̆̓̅̈ͭͩͯ͛ͣ͂͋͊̚͘͜
̷̪̺̟͈̠̮̤̘̆̆̌̽͊̄ͭ̿ͯ̃͝ͅɐ̵̣̜̲̪̻̩̟̬ͦ̄̏͆̈́ͧ̉̓͊͋͐̈́ͮ̃ͥ͛́̚̕͢͡Ⅎ̽͗̽ͨ̓̆̈̆͏̭̟͚̳l̛̐̑ͣ̃̌̒͐̍ͪͦ̈̆̔̒̓ͣ҉̸̧̻̻͖͙̱͈͇̙̪̭̣̀ļ̐͋ͩ̓ͤͬ̓̾ͯͮ̽͊ͫ͒̃͗͆̀͏͏͍̲̭̯͉̝̦̳̬̹͇ͅͅ ̴̣̟͈͎̩͉͉͈͚̱̩͗͊̐̓͛͊̉̂͆̋ͤ̈́͌ͭ̊̚̕͠u͆ͫ̏̏ͯ͋͊͛ͬͮͤ͛̚̚̚҉͎̱͇̫͖͈̟̪̹̹͇̲͚͈̤̝̠͖̀͘ʍ̵̜̩͍̱̯̯̠̯̘̝̓ͯ̆̔ͥ̓̎̽̃͐̈͘͠o̷̴̤̝̩̜͍̳̩̩͈̲̘͈͉̞̥̥̣͑͂̈ͤͣͮͣ̔̓́͆͋͒┴̡̺͎̟̦͖̒̈͆ͫ̔͗͒͆͑ͩͭ̎͗̎̉͂ͫ͢͢ơ̶͖̪̙̩̥͓̲̟͔̗̩̥̟͕̖̬͚̹͛̇̂̈́̀̍̉̑͜͞v̨̛̛͕̯͕͈͚̤͖̬̮̻͙̹ͩ̉̍͂͒̉̃̔̊e̸̛̞̖̗̓̒̽̅́r̠̟̠͙̗̫͍̫̪͔̱̪͙͍̀͌͐̎̇͊ͨ͛͊̐ͭ̽ͣͭ͗̉̃ͤ͋̀͝ ̶̴̝̙̭̼̣̙̥̙͊̏͒ͨ̏͗ͨ̂͂ͨ̚
̵̶̨̧͙͚̭̦̪͉̰̝͕̱͈̞̥̪̮̐̒ͪ̾̔ͩ̾͊̍̉́ͅͅS̛͒͗ͨͪͯ̃́̇̋̂͑̀̀҉̪̲̤̜̻̦̘̻̟͚̘̥͈͍̻̕ͅiͣͬ̊ͧ̔ͫ̈̏̚҉̧̣̗̥͎͕̤͇͟n̴̸̞̩̹̲̦͕̲͎̼̤̥̠̞̤̬ͥͭ̒̐̅cͦ̀͌̊̔ͨ҉̰͚͖̜͕̻̯̖̙̫̜͈̪͔̙̣͈̘̬͘͘̕t̓ͫ͗̊̌́̾͋̽̃̌̐ͨ҉̶̡̖̯̙̪̝͙͍̘͇̀͠ ̸ͫͤ̍̓̓̇̇͟͢͏̥̯̠̫̤̤̱̹ʇ̉͆ͭ̑̇ͤ̃̽̇̔̿͛̄͂̑͒͗͏͘͟͏͉̥̬̤̦͕̯̱ɔ̵͊̓̿̉̇ͭ̿ͭ́̕҉̢̳̥͔̟͔̥̖͕̱̤̰̰̦̩̰̝͔̝̗u̡̐ͬͤ͊͟͟͝͏̜̻͇̳̗̮̯̪͈̬͉̲̞̪ͅᴉ̡̗͎̹͎̝͇̯̉̈́́ͤ̐̉͝S̶̷̵̻̱͖̜̯̗̉ͭ̓ͭͥͥͬ͗̐̇̈́͋́͢͠ ̨̧̾͌͆̑̇̅͌͋͒ͨ̂̈ͫ͟͡͏͍̹̜̳̞͚B͖̯͇̣ͭ͆ͩͪͩ̊͛̚͟͠r̴̡̛͕̦̲̖̙̞̹̥̗̙̲͕͇̖̝̪̫̓̃̋͊̾̆̓ʞ̴̨̜͓̟̣͕̲̻̲̬̮̙̳̘͈ͩ̿̒̀ͪ̉̑̓ͣ̎ͬ̀̄̓̈̍͘͡ɐ̶̧̫̝͓̯̑̌̌̈́̆ͣ͆́͘͢ǝ̸̧̧͓̯͙̖̪̩̯̺̪̈́͆̿͑͆͟
̶̢̮̟̼͚̼͓̜͙͓͍͈̩̥̬̥ͫ̏͐̆̓ͮ̅ͧ̃̽͛̃̈́̑̋̄̀́ǝͫ̏ͧ̈̃̎ͫ̊̔ͫͨ͏͈͇͚͇̘̼͙̭̤̫̳̮̰͍͇̩͖͜ͅɹ̸̻̱̦͕̲̮͈̩̥̲͉̺̙͔͍͔̾ͦ̅̇͋͒͂̀͋̑͌ͮ̒ͧͫ̂͟ǝ̧̮͍͎͚͕̝̦̹͉̬̻̱̹̤̬̞̖̬̲̒ͦ͒̌ͪ͌̾̚͜͠͞H̞͓͔̺̳͍̠̩̞̮͕͎̤̠̺̖̐ͨ̽ͥ̓̚̚͜͝ͅ ̧̣̙͚̝͓͉̼̝̝͈̼̤̭̹ͫ̋ͦ̍̂ͭ̃͐͂̽̈̒̆́̚͘͠ɹ̸̨̜͙͚̳̙̜͉̪̣͍͓͓ͤ̓̋̈́̿̏̅̈́ͩ̀́͡ɐ̪͕̜͙̩̲͇̝̥͇ͤ̆ͮ͐̌̚̚̕͟͡͡ǝ̞̪̠̭̥̞ͦͭ̓ͮ́͞d̢̢̜͎̟ͦ͑ͭͦ͊ͬ̈ͦd̋̿ͯͬ́͊ͨ́̑́́͢҉͎̹̝̮̫̱̜͈̲̯͉̟͉͓̠̙̬∀̧̛̬͎̫̳̍͗ͬ̓̾ͮ͗ͧ͒ͨ̎ͤ̆ͦ͜͞͞
Oh my, what a terrible sound. A vision, a clipping of letters and runes that even a master of knowledge would scratch their head on. If it hadn't flashed by so quickly perhaps then but... it was gone so quickly. However the message still burned, not word for word but a place. An image burned so thoroughly. "Approach Drifter... I Hunger" A choral calling from the soul and beyond. This sound and feeling heard only by force sensitives brought that image into their minds everytime they would close their eyes. However if they chose to seek it out, then they would find something, right?
An island in the sea of space, an oasis with water and trees and life. Though arctic and cold, it seemed to hold something vast there.
Would anyone heed its call?