It’s just tequila and the beach
The hunt was constantly going on, the hunt for more information about the ancient kingdoms. The galaxy was always in flux, always growing, always changing. That was what brought Brooke around lately. She was the Farseeker and working to overturn the legends and myths. The Nautilos was good for logging the data and storing the books. She had so many scrolls and spellbooks, some she understood, some she didn’t.
Her knowledge of the spells and the Force was growing by each new trove she uncovered. And today’s trove? A water moon, that was the in an ownership clan between a settlement of Karkarodons and another of Mon Calamari. Water going vessels at war, and some were targeting the ships that were landing over head.
“LOCATION CONFIRMED, TEMPLE ON THIRD ISLAND.” Came the voice of her ship as it landed.
Others would be finding this world, whether they came was up to them. But Brooke could feel the battle going on in the Force. The blonde shared the knowledge of the old ways that she found with any of the Clans that would listen. It was the inheritance of all witches. As for this trip? A few went ahead and secured a few vessels for the world, realizing the anomaly around the island prevented too much high-technology from landing too close.
“Farseeker Waters.” Nodded a witch from the Mountain Clan. Brooke returned the nod and bow. She stepped aboard the vessel. It was an old transport vessel, but now loaded with Witches, heading for the center island.
And with the blasters and explosions? They were going to need them all. Grabbing the new focus she found, an enchanted knife from the last stopover she made, she began whispering a spell to summon a fog bank.
“Move through the fog.” She ordered, as one of her own clan was at the helm.
A skirmish between two species over resources, a Witch stronghold caught in the middle, mercenaries and witches can find work galore.
Her knowledge of the spells and the Force was growing by each new trove she uncovered. And today’s trove? A water moon, that was the in an ownership clan between a settlement of Karkarodons and another of Mon Calamari. Water going vessels at war, and some were targeting the ships that were landing over head.
“LOCATION CONFIRMED, TEMPLE ON THIRD ISLAND.” Came the voice of her ship as it landed.
Others would be finding this world, whether they came was up to them. But Brooke could feel the battle going on in the Force. The blonde shared the knowledge of the old ways that she found with any of the Clans that would listen. It was the inheritance of all witches. As for this trip? A few went ahead and secured a few vessels for the world, realizing the anomaly around the island prevented too much high-technology from landing too close.
“Farseeker Waters.” Nodded a witch from the Mountain Clan. Brooke returned the nod and bow. She stepped aboard the vessel. It was an old transport vessel, but now loaded with Witches, heading for the center island.
And with the blasters and explosions? They were going to need them all. Grabbing the new focus she found, an enchanted knife from the last stopover she made, she began whispering a spell to summon a fog bank.
“Move through the fog.” She ordered, as one of her own clan was at the helm.
A skirmish between two species over resources, a Witch stronghold caught in the middle, mercenaries and witches can find work galore.