Jantar Keltainen
Evil is a word used by the ignorant and the weak
“Another armed occupation is not a free Ryloth. How long before I am fighting you, Master Jedi?”
― Cham Syndulla
The tortured surface of Ryloth spread out before Jantar. Black basalt mountains thrust up into a dusky red sky.
Because the planet rotated on its axis once per year, the same side of Ryloth always faced the sun. But due to Ryloth's elliptical orbit, the planet did have seasons, though most humans could not tell the difference between summer and the cool season since both were unbearably hot. In truth, half of the planet broiled under sunlight hot enough to soften rock, while the other side crackled with a cold so intense it would make a glacier shiver.
Impressive and impressively treacherous in equal measures. Especially when heat storms were thrown into the mix.
The Twi’leks, the only sentient beings ever to make a long-term home there, had settled in the narrow band of shadow between daylight and darkness. In this twilight region, surface temperatures above ground remained hospitable enough to support life, but the Twi’leks preferred to build shelters by burrowing into the mountain ranges.
They'd carved great warrens, cities beneath the ground, where their clan system had evolved into a complex male-dominated political structure that had remained unchanged for thousands of years.
Jantar took her ship though a canyon. Harsh winds had smoothed the stone to the consistency of polished glass in some spots, and had torn away huge dagger-like slabs in others. Smaller areas of damage to the rocks—some graced with a splash of paint or metallic debris —gave mute testimony to the need for care in negotiating any approach to the planet’s surface.
Jantar was here to seek out Erin Tenel, Keeper of Records for the Knights Obsidian. And if she was to be found anywhere, it would be here.
[member="Erin Tenel"]
― Cham Syndulla
The tortured surface of Ryloth spread out before Jantar. Black basalt mountains thrust up into a dusky red sky.
Because the planet rotated on its axis once per year, the same side of Ryloth always faced the sun. But due to Ryloth's elliptical orbit, the planet did have seasons, though most humans could not tell the difference between summer and the cool season since both were unbearably hot. In truth, half of the planet broiled under sunlight hot enough to soften rock, while the other side crackled with a cold so intense it would make a glacier shiver.
Impressive and impressively treacherous in equal measures. Especially when heat storms were thrown into the mix.
The Twi’leks, the only sentient beings ever to make a long-term home there, had settled in the narrow band of shadow between daylight and darkness. In this twilight region, surface temperatures above ground remained hospitable enough to support life, but the Twi’leks preferred to build shelters by burrowing into the mountain ranges.
They'd carved great warrens, cities beneath the ground, where their clan system had evolved into a complex male-dominated political structure that had remained unchanged for thousands of years.
Jantar took her ship though a canyon. Harsh winds had smoothed the stone to the consistency of polished glass in some spots, and had torn away huge dagger-like slabs in others. Smaller areas of damage to the rocks—some graced with a splash of paint or metallic debris —gave mute testimony to the need for care in negotiating any approach to the planet’s surface.
Jantar was here to seek out Erin Tenel, Keeper of Records for the Knights Obsidian. And if she was to be found anywhere, it would be here.
[member="Erin Tenel"]