Location: Noren, Rimos
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It was a vastly unknown world, yet had come into the Confederacy’s embrace and even then had seemingly gone without mention or notice. It was shrouded by the marvelous, yet quaint, blue nebula in which it sat and perhaps that is why it had still gone without note or communion with an outside force. Or perhaps it was the four Dragons for which the system’s four satellites were named that were the cause. Did they keep the ever vigilant eye of the galaxy closed to their world’s whereabouts? It was possible, right? Well at least that was the thought of the indigenous peoples of this world with its eerie blue hue that was cast upon its surface as it’s dim sun’s rays trickled through the vast clouds of the nebula it lay nestled within.
The people here were not a united people. They stood, still warring against one another in separate nations in a struggle for power. A race to be the first to explore beyond what was Rimos had held these people, these Rimans as they would come to be known as, back from technological advancement - constantly sabotaging rival nations’ efforts to advance a cause. This was a people held back and even if they seemed to make strides forward and progress, their path would come to a screeching halt due to one calamity or another. It would seem as if their ‘Gods’ wanted them to remain where they were. A constant state of flux and strife. Of war and attrition. Never once being able to truly advance to the next level of their technological evolution.
Tireya, however, had long since separated herself from trivial, self-righteous pursuits of the civilized populace of the planet. And then seen herself excommunicated from druidic tribe when she came in possession of the only items she continued to carry with her. A sword. A bow and quiver. A spear. And this very strange doll that carried about it, a unique personality of its own. And she spoke to it too and through a number of years it seemed the two had developed a bizarre relationship with one another. So bizarre, in fact, that there were murmurings of “witch” and “demon” that followed in her wake. This relationship, paired with the Riman’s ignorance to the existence of the Force, lead to their fearful plight to assuage her efforts to study in this arcane influence which she’d succumb to. For the Rimans, this magic, was vile and malevolent. An evil force that deserved nothing short of extermination. So the fact that Tireya had not had her life stolen away so long ago was a marvel on its own. But perhaps there was a greater power at work here.
“The time approaches, dear.” An icy voice filled the thoughts of the young girl as she scavenged the lands of the sacred island to the west of the planet’s largest continent. “Soon.” The voice faded from existence just as quickly as it had appeared and the girl closed her eyes tightly and tried to shake the chill free of her spine.
It had been years now since Valyra had come to her and still it ravaged her when the spirit trapped within the creepy doll she carried around with her. It was something she not only couldn’t rid herself of, but had no desire too. It was this spirit that had saved her life ten times over. This spirit that had taught her everything she knew of these supernatural abilities in which she possessed. How to alter her environment. And manipulate the weak minds of those who were unfortunate enough to cross her path. If it were not for Valyra, Tireya would have been dead long ago. A naive teenager, cast out five years ago to the day. Something Valyra had somehow worked out for her in place of her execution.
“What happens soon?” Her question came with a scoff for Valyra seemingly always spoke in riddles.
“Soon, my dear. Soon all will reveal itself.” A cold laugh followed this oration from the spirit as the chill once again pierced deeply into the young woman’s spine.