Ax'no
Mystical Caprine
While Briga could have her visions anywhere, she enjoyed spending time in her scrying room, using a large Nova crystal to aid her. Although once containing volatile properties, the polished, jade-like mineral had been buffed to an incredible shine, and the Caprine mystic used it often to see the future.
That windy day on Iktotch as she caressed its surface and sought answers about how to increase her power through sorcery, she foresaw a great beast. Her perception of this beast was not that clear. It had a long neck… thick hide… a loud snort… and a honking bellow?
This was no majestic creature – it was a ronto. A smelly, thirsty, frightened-within-an-inch-of-its-life ronto.
Irritated, Briga scraped her claw-like nails against the Nova crystal causing the most sublime scratching sound like sharp metal skidding on a durasteel surface. This sudden noise caused her Iktotchi assistant, Baraz, to poke his head into the room and ask what was wrong.
She sighed. A Caprine never questioned her visions. Especially one that was the closest living representation of the goddess, Ax’no. But still – couldn’t her vision have been a little more poetic?
A little less underwhelming?
“Does a planet in the Expansion Region have rontos?” she asked Baraz.
“Tatooine of course!”
Squinting her amber eyes, Briga shook her head. “No, this was a verdant planet. Lush and… well, dry yes.” She placed her palm back on the crystal to see more. “But not a desert planet. Under the surface, water is plentiful… very plentiful.”
Baraz snapped his fingers and said, “Nubia has a racetrack where ronto racing takes place.”
Briga smiled. “Yes, thank you, Pateesa.”
The very next day, she landed on Nubia with her three Asti handmaidens, and waited outside of Tallera Downs for her sorcery training to begin. The Downs was not a very Sith-like place – bright, sunny, and with the distinct odor of rontos – but she would be meeting a powerful Sith here in no time at all.
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That windy day on Iktotch as she caressed its surface and sought answers about how to increase her power through sorcery, she foresaw a great beast. Her perception of this beast was not that clear. It had a long neck… thick hide… a loud snort… and a honking bellow?
This was no majestic creature – it was a ronto. A smelly, thirsty, frightened-within-an-inch-of-its-life ronto.

Irritated, Briga scraped her claw-like nails against the Nova crystal causing the most sublime scratching sound like sharp metal skidding on a durasteel surface. This sudden noise caused her Iktotchi assistant, Baraz, to poke his head into the room and ask what was wrong.
She sighed. A Caprine never questioned her visions. Especially one that was the closest living representation of the goddess, Ax’no. But still – couldn’t her vision have been a little more poetic?
A little less underwhelming?
“Does a planet in the Expansion Region have rontos?” she asked Baraz.
“Tatooine of course!”
Squinting her amber eyes, Briga shook her head. “No, this was a verdant planet. Lush and… well, dry yes.” She placed her palm back on the crystal to see more. “But not a desert planet. Under the surface, water is plentiful… very plentiful.”
Baraz snapped his fingers and said, “Nubia has a racetrack where ronto racing takes place.”
Briga smiled. “Yes, thank you, Pateesa.”
The very next day, she landed on Nubia with her three Asti handmaidens, and waited outside of Tallera Downs for her sorcery training to begin. The Downs was not a very Sith-like place – bright, sunny, and with the distinct odor of rontos – but she would be meeting a powerful Sith here in no time at all.
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