Kiyala Demont`
Character
"Can't believe I simply walked away like that. Sure I may have kept my life but I allowed that crone to still live as well." Kiyala muttered to herself as she strode the streets of Alderaan disguised only by the fact she used a spell that made her seem very unimportant so most overlooked her. She needed to keep herself under the radar as made her way about the perimeter of the palace she lived in. Behind the palace was a beautiful cliff view of the ocean and if one had the right eyes they could just barely see a rather large building inside the face of the cliff and extending deep inside.
Kiyala had a secret entrance directly from the palace but she wanted to get a little sunshine before she did anything else. As she approached the cliff end she awaited until the cost was clear before dialing in the code into the a secret formation and from the ground rose up an elevator. As she stepped inside the doors whooshed closed behind her ensuring that the air systems were working before dropping her several feet down towards the base. Stepping inside she was welcomed to the sound of the younger acolyte either sounds of exertion as they sparred or the roar of a Rancor attempting to pick their master.
She sent several off-world clients back to Dathomir over the last months to retrieve all of her stuff as well as another few to buy a couple of Rancors. The Rancors being the reason so much space was needed and why she had to do some reformation to her original plans of the base. In the near by future she planned to introduce a few Rancors to them to the general wildlife of the planet but that needed a more stable mind to think of fully the long term effect. As she walked into the new base of the Witches, she wondered would everyone be on type as she pulled various strings getting her members a rather stylish manor for their own use while they stayed on Alderaan.
"Thank you all for joining me today, it is refreshing to see that the true ideology of being a Witch or simply being yourself as not died in this galaxy."
@[member="Token Waters"] @[member="Lavania"] @[member="Darth Metus"] @[member="Circe Savan"] @[member="Leena & Kareena"] @[member="Rave Merrill"] @[member="Valentina Clairemont"]
Kiyala had a secret entrance directly from the palace but she wanted to get a little sunshine before she did anything else. As she approached the cliff end she awaited until the cost was clear before dialing in the code into the a secret formation and from the ground rose up an elevator. As she stepped inside the doors whooshed closed behind her ensuring that the air systems were working before dropping her several feet down towards the base. Stepping inside she was welcomed to the sound of the younger acolyte either sounds of exertion as they sparred or the roar of a Rancor attempting to pick their master.
She sent several off-world clients back to Dathomir over the last months to retrieve all of her stuff as well as another few to buy a couple of Rancors. The Rancors being the reason so much space was needed and why she had to do some reformation to her original plans of the base. In the near by future she planned to introduce a few Rancors to them to the general wildlife of the planet but that needed a more stable mind to think of fully the long term effect. As she walked into the new base of the Witches, she wondered would everyone be on type as she pulled various strings getting her members a rather stylish manor for their own use while they stayed on Alderaan.
"Thank you all for joining me today, it is refreshing to see that the true ideology of being a Witch or simply being yourself as not died in this galaxy."
@[member="Token Waters"] @[member="Lavania"] @[member="Darth Metus"] @[member="Circe Savan"] @[member="Leena & Kareena"] @[member="Rave Merrill"] @[member="Valentina Clairemont"]