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Among the dead of Boz Pity [Open]

Marmora

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Giants once roamed here, thousands of years ago the towering creatures moved across the landscape as they lived out their simple lives. A time came when their world was fallen upon by the galaxy, and in time all that would remain were bone and stone monoliths that marked the dead. What little life remained, what sadden tales as the last beast fell with nothing remaining to bury its flesh and let its spirit rest as others of its kind were allowed. The world then became a place of death, with hundreds of neighboring worlds ferrying their dead to bury them among the towering memorials of a dead world devoid of life. All there was, nothing more than ruins and graves, memorials dotting the land.

How saddening that these massive beasts, these warriors of strength were unable to foresee their own demise with that first act of their repulsion of those that sought to enslave them. The maddening thought that they were no longer, though it soothed the Dark Lady to think that perhaps some would serve the Great Old One as it slumbered and merely were awaiting for the day in which they would return. For the Dark Lady it was a blissful place of peace and quiet away from the noisy and polluted galaxy that was blinded.

Sith and Jedi fought, and politicians used it as a means to grab more and more power. The people lead by those with everything, stepping upon them and squandering their resources as they moved from world to world. With a heavy sigh the Dark Lady moved along the length of an ancient skeleton that was half buried. Stopping as she reached the head, her hand silently gliding across its cheek in a loving manner as if she were a mother comforting her child.

"Such a poor state to find you in. No flesh upon your bones. No spirit within your breath. Just white of death."

Whispering to the skeleton, speaking with it and showing her inner madness, or was it her inner self and the truth that she knew. All things would become like this, though some would become eternal and thrive forever more in a deep slumber. Quietly she moved among the graves as she allowed her fingers to dance upon the stone.
 
[member="Marmora"]

"Well... This is new." For reasons unknown to her, a strange feeling in the Force had called her to this place, and now she knew why - there was a scantily clad woman wearing a bizarre headdress. Circe felt... Well, she didn't know whether the woman was attractive, cuckoo, both, neither, or some other third thing. All she knew was that she was caressing a skeleton, which seemed somewhat unusual.

"Um... Hi. Sensed your Force presence, was curious as to what was going on here, so... What's the situation?"
 
Hadraas took care to place his steps, walking through the plains of bone and rot hands held formally behind his back as he did, he looked up to the sky -which fit the planet perfectly, almost a mirror in the fogs of what was down below. At least the stench said so, he paused suddenly as if told too, looking down at the soft slush marsh ahead, he didn't want to be here- as far as he was concerned there was nothing for him here. But he felt he needed to be here, and he wasn't usually wrong.
"Good, enough."
He pulled a lightsaber from his person, it was thin and basic yet covered in cloths and lines with bone, at its end hung from aged silk string hung a few charms and voodoos he would never understand. He keeled, to the ground and swung it upside down pushing it into the marsh, it was tougher than he expected at first but became more willing to accept the saber as he forced it. Once he started to free his hand he felt a sudden grip of the ground as if the graveyard world wouldn't take the saber as enough, he was being pulled in, but wouldn't be as he tugged on his arm with his other feeling it would be pulled off if he tried to hard he released it taking his left hand he shocked the ground with his lightning, the ground loosened again and he freed his limb standing quickly and drawing his lightsaber in case there was more trickery Boz would try.
After waiting in a defensive stance, his orange saber like a lance pointed directly at the ground over his shoulder, as he looked around for any sign of life among the dead of Boz Pity.
 

Marmora

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"Death"

The Dark Lady spoke as she ran her hand in a final loving motion against the cheek bone of the former being. Slowly she stood up from where she had crouched down, her eyes upon the length of the skeleton, though most of it had by now sunk into the ground. Slowly she moved along the skeleton, walking around the head so she crossed to the other side. Moving down the length as she let her fingers dance upon the ribs before they had nothing left to touch. Her eyes glancing between the skeletal figure of a once might being and that of the woman that had appeared. Was she another whisper, another image from her deity. Was it madness finally setting in completely or was she flesh and blood like so many others. These thoughts ran through her mind before she stopped in her tracks, a sly smirk crossing her lips.

"And another as the whispers have said."

Slowly she turned, pivoting upon her foot and looking towards the farther end of the small valley that she had found herself. Her eyes focused upon that orange blade in the distance, and carefully she brought her arm up. Her hand slowly bending as her finger curled softly, her eyes focused on the distant spot as she seemed to speak to herself. The worlds an invitation as if she was commanding that which had appeared to come closer, though such powers she did not have.

"Come join us. It is only the dead and they can speak no secrets."

[member="Hadraas"]
[member="Enigma"]
 
He looked up to see a hand motion in the distance, he focused and made it out to be some woman, skin exposed in areas a man would fancy them to be, was she another one of this planet's traps? The only one he could think of was lust, as she had an allure about her, the dark side was strong with the death here but hostile and untamed but once again something about this woman made him sure she was not his enemy. He withdrew his saber but did not clip it onto his belt, he'd be ready this time if he was wrong.
Immediately on his arrival he became inquisitive, "Who are you?" He didn't notice the other Woman.
 

Kiln

The Survivor
Kiln walked across the landscape of bones, carrying his decrepit shield over his shoulder. The dark side felt strong in this place, and he had come hoping to learn more about the power it held. In moments of anger he had been able to throw things without touching them and become faster and stronger, but was unable to do it at will. There was still so much about the force that he did not understand.

As he walked along he felt an even darker presence ahead of him, and hikes over a hill to see three people standing beside a giant skeleton in the distance. One of them was resonating so much dark energy he could practically see it. Kiln flips his hood up and crouches behind a collection of rocks and bones, moving in for a closer look.

[member="Marmora"] [member="Hadraas"] [member="Enigma"]
 
"Death's the situation then?" Circe raised an eyebrow, still eying the skull over with curiosity before turning her eyes away. "Okay then..." Stepping forward, she turned to the woman adorned in sophisticatedly engraved plate. Unsure as to how best initiate greetings, she decided to go with the old tried and true handshake. "Pleased to meet you. My name is... Well, you can call me Enigma. What's your moniker?"

[member="Marmora"] [member="Kiln"] [member="Hadraas"]
 

Marmora

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"What is in a name?"

The Dark Lady spoke as she was asked by two beings as to whom she was or what she was. It had been so long since a proper name had been given or called of her. Quietly pondering for a moment, she thought back to all the names she had been know by and those more colorful scorned beings had shouted upon her as she walked away. Allowing a smirk to grow from her memories she looked to the two, motioning slightly as her hand glanced upon Enigma's before she stepped by, her eyes falling upon the rocks and bones. It was clear that she had no true connection to the force, or rather no full way to harness it. For her though it was the whispers that told her everything she needed to know.

"I have been called many things."

"There. In hiding."

"Among the dead and restless."

Marmora smirked silently to herself before she looked towards the rocks and bones. Something else guided her, moved her so it would seem as she stepped forward again. She was careful, though she appeared trusting enough to place both the strange man and the woman whom called herself Engima to her back. Holding her hand out once more she curled her fingers, gently piercing through the stale air of the world.

"Come to me."

She spoke, her eyes focused upon the pile of rubble.

"These two do not fear the Dark Lady. There is no reason for you to hide."

[member="Enigma"]
[member="Kiln"]
[member="Hadraas"]

Marmora - Maroon Text
Whispers in her head - Other colors like so
 

Kiln

The Survivor
Kiln sat behind the pile of rubble nearby as the dark lady approached and seemingly called him out. He would have preferred to remain unseen, but somehow the lady knew he was there. He lowered his eyebrows, staring off into the distance for a moment before taking the broken shield hanging from his shoulder and putting it on his arm, gripping the handle as he prepared for the unexpected.

Standing up and walking around the pile of rubble Kiln looked back and forth between the lady and the others, keeping his face concealed with the hood. "... I didn't expect to find anyone out here."

[member="Marmora"] [member="Hadraas"] [member="Enigma"]
 
[member="Marmora"] [member="Enigma"]
Clipped his saber. Surely there was enough strangers here for everyone to be as cautious as he was...he figured having his weapon armed wasn't a good display of neutrality, last think he want is to provoke anyone without first witnessing what they all were capable of, he wish he had more time to mourn.. let free the rest of what he thought made him weak, but being distracted was only a second path to the same end.

Kiln said:
"... I didn't expect to find anyone out here."
He stood by the woman who spotted the next outsider, arms crossed with his face showing no emotion as it did most of the time.. observing the situation.

[member="Kiln"]
 
[member="Marmora"] [member="Hadraas"] [member="Kiln"]

"Well... I'm interested. Do elaborate, please." She smiled, eying the woman with skulls as she tried not to gawk - the scanty attire unfortunately gave off more a vibe of sultriness than pure evil as she expected. "We're all here. assume there's sense and sensibility for our being here together at the same time and same place." She wasn't sure, but hey, it seemed fun enough.
 

Yetari Sellix

The Traveling Doctor
Yetari had seen many people die in his career as a doctor and in his short time as a traveler, but it wasn't until now that the finality of the most recent deaths hit him. It was a bleak world, with towering memorials scattered across the landscape and countless skeletons buried underneath its ruin, and it carried an aura of silent dread that would not leave him. Yetari came in on a ship carrying the corpses of the dead from a few of the nearby worlds, but the doctor was there to personally see just one of them off himself.

Back on one of the nearby worlds, a fire-fight had broken out in one of the marketplaces and a young man that had nothing to do with the conflict was hit by a random blaster shot. At that point Yetari had two choices; to stay and try to use his skills to save the victim, or hunt down the criminal. In a rage that had been building up since losing his wife and daughter to violence that they had no part of, the man who swore to save lives ran off to try and end one while leaving the dying man's fate up to whomever else could help.

He had not only failed to find the gunman or any of his buddies, but also got back too late to stop the young man from dying. He was not blamed for it by the authorities, but deep down he felt haunted by the guilt and offered to escort the body while paying his respects. Once there though he felt the weight of many other deaths on his mind, some more painful than others, as he felt a strange sensation drawing him away while the pilot began unloading the bodies and calling after him. It was sometime later that Yetari finally broke from the trance-like state he was in, only to realize upon turning around that he could no longer see the ship and was now lost in a land of decay and silence.

"Damn it all..."
 

Marmora

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"Sense and sensibility..."

A smirk at the thought crossed her lips as she slowly brought her hand down, her fingers still welcoming the newest among them to come closer. It was nearly as if she were a spider bringing others within her web. Slowly she rolled her head quietly, turning her attention to the second woman among the group, noticing her own interest as the Dark Lady slowly turned to look towards the others. Quietly she pondered to herself as to the many names that she had been called, a question that still remained unanswered.

"For now you may call me simply the Dark Lady."

She spoke before moving along the large skeleton that had been brought up from the weather. Leaning down so slightly to allow her hand to run across it, her attention was pulled away once more before she looked up. Another smirk crossing her lips as she listened to the wind as it blew across the world. Her hands coming up and her fingers curling in delight as she stood up slowly.

"As if moths to the flame."

It was a silent sentiment from an ancient whisper that she was sharing. Quietly looking upon the sky she watched as the vessel slowly pulled away back into orbit. Her attention returning to the man that had come from behind the rubble before she turned her attention towards the direction the vessel had landed. Taking a step forward she stopped just ahead of the small gathering that had arrived. Curiosity was beginning to overwhelm her as she quietly brought her hand up and allowed her slender fingers to slowly key out a melody upon the air.

"Sometimes it is not sense nor sensibility for one being where they are. At times it is something greater guiding one to their place upon the moment they are needed there. Now let us not neglect our newest visitor. Shall we say hello?"

[member="Enigma"]
[member="Hadraas"]
[member="Kiln"]
[member="Yetari Sellix"]
 

Yetari Sellix

The Traveling Doctor
Yetari had wandered around for some time in the death-lands before coming over a small hill and finally coming upon a group of strange people. Intending to be cautious and stay far away, he somehow found himself walking towards them, but kept his hand on his blaster just in case things went bad as they always eventually did when dealing with a situation like this. Yetari tried to make the best of it as he scanned them all with wary eyes, but found his focus drawn to the woman closest to him as he approached.

Each of the gathered people seemed odd, giving off something like a faint familiarity or connection, but this woman was different and easily took the prize in the bizarre category. Her skin and appearance gave him the impression of a beautiful statue, decorated and somehow brought to life by some sort of evil entity, with a gaze that Yetari could feel even before he came close enough to see the color of her eyes. Her strange demeanor and haunting presence made it obvious to the doctor that she was most likely behind this, and as he came to a stop a few yards away from the group Yetari slowly removed his blaster from its holster and aimed it at the woman in question.

"I'm only going to ask this once!" He tried his best to sound angry and confident, but his words still dripped with fear, "Who are all of you people? And what...did you do to me?"
 
[member="Yetari Sellix"] [member="Marmora"] [member="Hadraas"] [member="Kiln"]

"Nice to see you here, Mister..." She paused, awaiting his name. "Whatever she's done to you pales in comparison to what I may do. Still, let's hear her out." Turning to Marmora, she raised an eyebrow. "Alright, enough of the crypticism. You brought us all here for some purpose. What purpose is it? Could you be concise this time, preferably, instead of being so... enigmatic?"

Enigmatic... And her alias was Enigma. Funny enough...
 

Kiln

The Survivor
He walks closer to [member="Marmora"] lowering his shield as her fingers waved him over. Just then, [member="Yetari Sellix"] steps into view and takes out a blaster. Kiln stops himself and steps back, bringing his shield back up to his chest. What was going on? Why were they all here at the same time? Something about the dark lady was drawing them here.

[member="Enigma"] [member="Hadraas"]
 

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