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Felix Aquila

Asher smirked at the snark which dripped on every word of Vanya's response. He looked to the young boy curious as to whether or not he would understand why the witch treated him as she was. While her words were not exactly the ones the shaman would have chosen, the warlock did see value in her question. Were they risking their lives, perhaps they were, or perhaps they were not. It was an uncertain answer to the wrong question. Perhaps in the future they would be working together in a combat situation today it was field research in potentially hostile territory.

"We are just doing field research, and scouting ahead for danger. If we attract attention, then we are doing our jobs wrong. Stay in the shadows, and we will be okay."

He started to move ahead, nodding to the Nightmother as she had instructed them to scout the ruins before making camp for the night. It was then Asher remembered he had not answered the introduction. Looking back over his shoulder to the boy, he reciprocated.

"Asher Mossa, Shaman to the spirit known as Lylek."

Asher did not expect Felix to understand what that meant. Not many among the Solanaceae did.

Vytal Noctura brought with her the worship of the goddesses revered on Dathomir. Asher did not know them. Lylek was his master, and still aided him. It was in part why the shaman felt the need to remain in the archives rather than lead on the field. While he was capable, and the lightsaber which hung around his waist boasted he was also a warrior, the warlock had been more of a recluse. A fact that would remain had Vanya not crossed his path.

"Do not worry yourself with the witches. They come from a culture where the women rule. Bear that in mind, and it will help you take the bite in their words with less offense."

Whether Felix had been offended or not Asher spoke. The boy talked as though he came from wealth, and perhaps was used to giving the orders to those who were beneath him. That would never work among the Nightsisters, and the sooner the boy understood that, the sooner he could adapt.

Eyes briefly moved to watch as

Vanya Aklin wandered off. Naturally she would, but it seemed the Nightmother had taken interest in her. Neither would be alone, which was good. With the uncertainty of the area, the Lylek knew it was best for all to travel in pairs.

His mind reached out to hers.

<<"Hopefully this will not take long...">>

Into the shadows Asher moved, disappearing from sight. He hoped that Felix would keep up.

Damien Van-Derveld · Mar 4, 2021

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Julra Repraj

"Very well then," Damien replied. Her hound would suffice if she needed or wanted to warg. They had together once or twice, but Damien hated the feeling of not being in control of his own self. Perhaps if he was not both man and wolf he would not mind, but the part of him which remained conscious during the process did not like it.

It seemed for now they would follow the others as they made their way to the ruins. The question Lula asked him in return caused the young wolf to smirk. What could they do instead? Away from the others?

<<"Is that a question you really want me to answer,">> his thoughts intoned playfully.

A small chuckle escaped his lips. Clearly Damien's mind was off somewhere else. While the two had not pressed their relationship beyond a certain place, it did not mean the wolf did not have urges. There was also a chemistry between them which seemed to create desire. He would not deny there were feelings which had yet to express to the blonde, feelings he hoped she returned. Despite his banter, Damien did know it was serious matter that brought them to the planet.

<<"I would rather explore, but it may not be wise to part from the group until we reach the ruins perhaps, and then not stray too far. These creatures Vytal warned us about, I am likely to attract them with who and what I am. I know I have already said that, but...">>

He would follow behind the rest silently until they arrived at the city. Quietly he began to set up camp, at least for the two of them.

Telula Vale · Mar 5, 2021

Tags: | Damien Van-Derveld | Vytal Noctura | Vanya Aklin | Julra Repraj | Valah Hagen | Felix Aquila |

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Telula had felt that retorted question before it even touched her mind. When the words sounded in her head, the blonde's head ducked a bit but there was no mistaking the amused smile that followed...or the blush of pink on her cheeks either. <<'You could answer,'>> she thought back at him, no bashfulness to her mental tone. <<'But something tells me your answer would hardly be productive to why we're here.'>>

There was no denying the chemistry between Lula and Damien, anyone who was near them for any amount of time could see it. However, things were tight lipped between them - emotional things, at least. At this point there were very little secrets between them, especially considering the bond the pair of them had formed. But it wasn't all just curiosities and seeking answers with her wolf-companion, there were genuine feelings and desires. However, she never pressed, or questioned, or fussed over these things. They were in a good place, after all.

But, those sorts of things were not why any of them were here. In fact, they still didn't have clear instructions as to why they were here, really. And if they had been given such instruction? Lula had been terribly distracted from it.

Again she felt the brush of Damien's words against her mind, though this time no amusement or blush followed them. <<'You keep saying that,'>> she wasn't reprimanding him for it. The fact that he had repeated himself caused legitimate concern for Lula rather than irritation. <<'I think that we can branch off once we reach the ruins, so long as we know where the others are and make sure we don't lose the path between us and them.'>>

Saram Kote · Mar 6, 2021

Immediate Friendly Forces: Galaar 1-1 Vuhyr'galaar Gunship

Tag(s):

Myri Bastra |

Aselia Verd |

Asher Mossa | Damien Van-Derveld |

Telula Vale

Armor:
- 'Vuhyr'yalilyr'gam'
- 'Ysalamiri Birikad' Nutrient Frame
- Vambrace Weapons:
  - TBP-01V Tractor-Pressor Beam Projector
  - PC-05V Plasma Caster
    - Plasma Gas Medium Cannister (1)
  - MML-01V Miniaturized Missile Launcher
    - Electro Darts (4)
    - Explosive Darts (4)
    - Surveillance Tagger Darts (4)
  - NML-02VTB Nano missile Launcher
Implant(s):
- 'Rammikad' Enhancement Package
- 'Gar Tkiriyr' Neural Interface
Melee:
- B-01M Beskad
- K-02M Kal (2)
Sidearm(s)
- LRH-5A Verpine Shatter Pistol w/ 'Kyrayc Sur'haai' 1-4x Short Range Optic
Rifle(s):
- DR-04DB Class-D Disruptor Rifle w/ 1-12x Medium Range Optic and UGL-02 Underbarrel Grenade Launcher
- AMR-4M Verpine Shatter Anti-Materiel Rifle w/ 'Kyrayc Sur'haai' 1-250x Extreme Range Optic
Explosives:
- Det-Packs (2)
- Flex-5 Detonite Tape (1 roll)
- Smoke Grenades (3)
- Flash-Bang Grenades (3)
- Class-A Thermal Detonator (2)
- NOVA40 Plasma Grenade (2)

They were late. For a rapid action force, being late was probably the next worst thing to showing up and then getting wiped across the shabla floor by the opposition. Oh well, no shabla point in complaining about it. She'd had more than her fair share about complaining about how things were. It was time to wake up and smell the caf, and do the best with what she had. Not like things were all "sunshine and rainbows" when she'd been in command of Davaab. There were more than a few disastrous operations that came to mind.

Turning, she glanced over at the three others on board the gunship as it sped through hyperspace towards its target, the world known as Adrasa, where if their she understood what they'd been told before grabbing their gear, boarding the gunship and shipping out, there was some sort of osik involving the nether, and the lovely beings that called it home spilling out. It was for that precise reason that she'd made sure that not only did everyone pack a Ysalamiri Birikad, but also that there were a couple spares on board the gunship. Ret'lini.

Seeing as right this moment was probably as good a time as any, she decided to brief her rammikade on what they should probably expect, "Okay vode, you're probably wondering why I dragged you out on this trip, so I'll get right to it. We've got a bit of a situation on Adrasa. Far as we've been informed, osik's hit the fan and there's all sorts of charming chaakare from the nether up to all sorts of no good planet side. Our friends from the Sol-, er Solen, Solana-, the witches. Lek, the witches. The shab they have to make the name so complicated? Anyway, Our burc'ya from the KO and the witches are on site, probably trying to figure out how sort this pile of osik out."

"For that reason, we're going to be a little careful. Our lizard burc'ya should make sure that nothing you can't shoot right back kriffs about with you. Just in case whatever we're shooting at doesn't have any obvious weak points, I instructed you to bring some Class-Ds, and brought a few extra in case any of you forgot. As for the actual plan? Well, the locals happen to have really steep parking fees, and since it's not in the company travel budget...we'll be HALO jumping down to the last coordinates Nightmother Vytal gave us," she said, pausing to glance around to see if any of them had anything to add. Chuckling awkwardly, she then added, "If anyone's an expert in this sort of osik and would like to interrupt me before I make an or'dinii of myself, please feel free."

Felix Aquila · Mar 6, 2021

Vanya Aklin //

Asher Mossa //

Telula Vale // Damien Van-Derveld //

Arianna Belasko //

Julra Repraj //

Vytal Noctura //

Valah Hagen

Vytal kindly responded, taking his words in and even mentioning them to others, vindication welled within the soul of the boy as he would carry out his acts. But, retorting slightly to the words of the Mother seemed only right in this scenario. Smiling warmly as he bid, "I think a wise person is always ready for what lays beyond, in this life or the next. Obliviousness is the fools final hubris after all, right? I'd be loathed on a place like this to be caught with my pants down." He would attempt to appeal to the sage, although a little light hearted, he would flash her an appreciative smile before his bow and retreat, but he felt like so long as the two of them could wax poetic they could have some fun with one another. Afterwards he would move ahead, pulling away from the group to be with Asher and Vanya.

Felix couldn't help but feel his lips curl into a smile, confidence brimming in the midst of the confrontation, he considered himself honored to be here, however he felt as though he needed to prove himself as the group of them approached the ruins, the titanic forces that moved around them but also those of considerable reputation moved throughout the circles of the Group. Vytal especially he intended to impress before the day was through, so much so he could feel the power of the force behind his eyes beginning to flicker in response to the woman Vanya's words. The others may have their goals, their prizes to search for, their missions, missives and mandates. But when all was said and done, they would all remember Felix's name.

First however, as with war, business and relationships he needed to build whatever he was hoping to maintain on strong foundations. What pieces did he need to sacrifice in order to get what he needed. Vanya's words were little more than an attack to Felix, but while staying one's hand and taking the higher ground was something that the benevolent respected, doing so here might prove a fatal mistake... if he could be easily trampled he would be seen as a tool and not an ally. But to retort in anger, to recklessly lash out, he'd be seen as little more than a hound. The answer to his predicament lay in the middle.

Asher responded to him, a kindly warning of the nature of the Witches, Asher would nod, taking this as a chance to respond in kind. "It's fine, some people are lost in their ways, unable to adapt to survive. It was once the downfall of the witches less than a millennia ago. You're always going to have some that are a little more... traditional. Which has its pros, mind you. But I'm looking forward to seeing what you all can do when the time comes... I wouldn't conflate my readiness with acceptance." He would say, his words not guarded or hushed in any ways that would disable Vanya from hearing them if she wished. He was confident, sure of himself, he would leave the room knowing that he had responded in kind, confident and stalwart as they would move in further into the complex. Felix would begin bending light as they would move past buildings, allowing him to see around the corners, on the roofs and more without needing to approach them. It was at the cost of their glamor field however, but it was a sacrifice he would need to make.

If there anything in the surrounding buildings, he would find it. As feelix's perception warped to expand in every direction through tunnels before expanding into his eyes, it was bizzare, like viewing a dream through a haze, but the picture was crisp.

Tyran Numeck · Mar 6, 2021

Tyran just needed to get off of Roon. His home was in in shambles and he just needed a job where he could shoot something and take all his frustrations out on something. Tyran was more used to giving orders but that didn’t mean he couldn’t take them and Strill Securities needed bodies and had assignments that made the warrior spirit in him stir. He seemed to have a knack for drawing missions that involved planets crawling with all kind of creatures looking to make a meal out of him. Tyran stood in the hold of the gunship as the briefing was doled out. Not a whole lot of information about the situation on the ground but that was classic military intel, it hardly ever gave you all the information you needed to pull off a job. He rotated his arm that he had broken on a previous HALO jump a long time ago and smirked as he reached for his helmet.

“Yeah, I got some advice. Number one, don’t hit anything on the way down. Number two, time your chute opening just right because I promise you that you will not bounce when you hit the ground.” He pulled on his buy’ce and linked it to the rest of his armor.

He had to admit that Strill Securities had some nice toys to play with. Class-D disruptors? It had been a while since he had gotten to handle one of those. The Ysalamiri harness was kinda telling, but he had practice using one already. He’d used Ysalamiri to kidnap a Jedi several years back.

So he had his Class-D Disruptor, a jumpkit, one Ysalamiri harness, his 2 MT-14 blasters and an assortment of ammo charges, dart rounds and explosives. It was a lot of gear to do a HALO jump with though, they’d be plummeting like meteors and their margin for error was going to be slim to none. As he always did with his post operation ritual he ran through all of his beskar’gam’s systems making sure everything was working. He flexed his wrist and a solid blade of beskar shot out from a housing on his right forearm and then retracted back into place. He cycled through all his visor spectrums and checked that his dart launcher in his left gauntlet was primed.

He even tested the magclamps in his boots, not that he would need them for this job but repetition created perfection and the moment you didn’t check something was the moment that it killed you. Tyran had no intention of becoming a greasy smear on the ground of some backwater planet or being eaten by some giant creature. If by chance he did find himself in the gullet of something well then he was going to make sure to give it a galactic level case of gut-ache.

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Saram Kote

Aselia Verd · Mar 6, 2021

Location: Ardasa
Equipment: Aselia's Beskargam
Tag:

Saram Kote

Aselia leaned back as she watched Saram she seemed tense, of course Saram was always business so her being tense wasn't surprising in itself, but usually she was more excited to be tackling anything. But as she continued to explain, the Force was involved. Those who didn't wield it even some who did frowned on it.

She took a a few moments as she made sure all her armor was good and tight for the drop, once she was satisfied she turned her attention to

Tyran Numeck as he spoke and laid out some concerns, like slamming into the ground at terminal velocity. Before turning back to Saram "I prefer orbital drops myself... But I always was weird." she laughed as she pulled her helmet on tucking the red hair within before securing it to her armor.

Looking to Saram she gave a nod before continuing "Pretty much what he said though." she said as she nodded toward Tyran "Though do me a favor vod? Keep those bu'nas'a lizards far from me, I may be just as lethal without my powers but its still not a pleasant experience." she cocked her head slightly. She stood up and stretched a bit she glanced down at her armor for a moment, the shiny new look was finally starting to fade from all the adventures she had had. Finally it was starting to look like well worn mando armor.

The Neverender · Mar 7, 2021

Location: The Ruins, Ardasa

The snap of a flock of wings as energy began to pour into the nearby region as water would seep through a breaking levy. A clatter of rock and stone sounded nearby, and a slight tremor rippled across the earth. In moments the influx of power began to coalesce in the center of the ruins. Broken and shorn rock began to lift from the skin of the planet and rise into the air. Black clouds soon bled into existence and churned overhead.

In minutes, where there had once been nothing now stood a dark cathedral. High arches and red glass aglow from within defiantly stood among the rubble. On either side of its towering, craved doors stood two heavily armored figures. Their open helms bore no features of what lay within; only darkness and the pinpricks of red for eyes. Long halberds were held fast in one hand as they stood as still as the very air that surrounded their reconstructed palace.

If any braved to draw near the doors would open with a loud crack, and the groan of stone or metal being slowly pulled inward to allow entrance. The guards would not move from where they stood to either side of the portal. Their eyes would follow any that drew near or sought passage. The Dark Side polluted the air to such a degree life itself might choke on it.

Something deeper in beckoned for an audience.

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Asher Mossa | Damien Van-Derveld |

Julra Repraj |

Arianna Belasko |

Saram Kote |

Aselia Verd

Arianna Belasko · Mar 7, 2021

Arianna walked the long dusty path away from the Fortress, intent on visiting one of these Vampire communes. She figured purging a commune so close to the Fortress would by a little good will with the locals as it would take some of the pressure off.

Plus, she wanted to test the capabilities of this mask before she absorbed the fragments of knowledge within it.

The path led through a field of dead trees as the white garbed Blonde strode the desert, thirsting for danger, for violence. Any violence.

She smiled, feeling them as she passed by. Life forms. Armed life forms, hidden in little sand pits on the side of the road.

They sprang from their hidden pits, each armed with hand scythes, covered in magical runes, their tattered wrappings concealing their figure.

Arianna chuckled.

"Sooooo...what brings you fine chaps out today?" Arianna asked.

"We are occultists, sworn to the magical studies. Your flesh reeks of unique enchantments...enchantments we shall pull from it sinew by sinew."

"Oh, darlings...really? Are you all 'that' Amatuer?" Arianna asked with a sneer, before finally turning to face them.

"I mean, really, I'm disappointed. I mean, not with the plan mind you. That plan sounds like a fun weekend evening. But to waste the knowledge of an Elite Sorceress by merely settling for what you can gather by pulling apart my muscle fibers for wisdom instead of asking for a few 'true' secrets? What kind of Occultists are you?" Arianna demanded, indignant.

"You would show us your secrets willingly?"

Arianna smiled.

"I feel your life force. Even with your enchanted weapons you lack the strength to kill me. Attack me and you die. But I will show you 'One' secret. Then I shall permit you to flee." She said pleasantly. "Choose wisely..."

The Occultists clustered together. Finally, their apparant leader came forward.

"We've decided collectively on a question..." The Leader said, suspicious.

"Ask away."

"Let's say...'strictly' hypothetically speaking, mind you...we 'did' manage to kill you. What would be the best way to derive the secrets of your remains?"

"Ingestion of the meat and blood raw." Arianna answered in a still pleasant voice.

"Alright. We'll withdraw."

"If I might be so bold, do you know where I might find one of the Vampire Communes?" Arianna asked.

"Two kilometers out if you keep heading where you were heading. Free bit of advice though...path branches to the right partway...don't go there...it is a kill-zone. Witch came in a few days before you did. Real nasty sort. She's been murdering and defiling the Organs of anyone stupid enough to cross it. Even the fething Demons won't go into that chit."

"Don't threaten a girl with a good time..." Arianna replied with a seductive smile and a wink. "Be off little ones!"

Arianna turned, and continued on the path...though her flesh shuddered as she felt the intense, rotting nexus of the Cathedral assemble itself and awaken...

Arianna hissed as the power coursed through her, the hidden Light Sider in her flesh growing concerned.

"I wonder what that is..." Arianna mused, brow furrowing. She had a decision to make. On the one hand, she was ostensibly on a Goodwil Mission, trying to build favor with the locals by ridding them of an aggressive vampire commune...on the other hand, that was a serious Dark Side Nexus, and one of her Mandates as an Obsidian Lord was to quell potential dangers that threatened citizens on a large scale. A Force Anomaly like what she felt surely counted.

Arianna looked at the mask. She would have liked to test it out beforehand, but...oh, hell, YOLO.

She clapsed it, concentrating. Her flesh shuddered and pulled everywhere disgustingly as she absorbed the fragment of knowledge left inside...

For a split second, her head and face wasn't her own. It was that of a green skinned Twi'lek woman with just as youthful features, before it bubbled and melted back into Arianna's...

(Plasmid Acquisition Theme Plays)

(Arianna has gained a New Force Power!)

Power: SORCERESS OF ARDASA

Assumes the guise and personality of a cruel and Powerful Flesh Manipulator, granting access to flesh manipulating magics and the ability to become a living puddle of blood that moves extremely quickly for traversal. Disadvantages include increased weaknesses to Fire, Frost, and Acids

Arianna's flesh stopped bubbling and she went to investigate this new and potent threat, getting the strange feeling it was not coincidence she had stumbled onto this mask...

Vytal Noctura

Asher Mossa

Tyran Numeck

Damien Van-Derveld

Valah Hagen

Julra Repraj

Aselia Verd

Vanya Aklin

Telula Vale

Felix Aquila

Vanya Aklin · Mar 18, 2021

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Telula Vale | Damien Van-Derveld |

Julra Repraj |

Saram Kote |

Aselia Verd

Felix Aquila 's words had been heard, echoing on the wind like a dangerous temptation as she departed. The Nightsister could have retorted with words inflated with venom, could have flayed him and shattered his perception of her. But everyone was entitled to their opinions -- no matter how wrong it might have been. Perhaps if she had been younger, less self-assured, easily insulted, she might have done so. But the words of lesser individuals did not bother her and Felix was certainly less than her. He might have been strong in the Force, that much was felt in his presence, but he was young, a child really, and he had much to learn.

There were no doubts in her mind that while he would put on a brave face, and make a valiant effort to survive and win she would show him his place. And that was beneath her. So no response was given, she simply allowed him to play-pretend, to put on his brave face while she made her explorations. With fingers still examining the remains she turned obsidian eyes to the pale witch. It was not a surprise that

Vytal Noctura would seek her out. They were two Nightsisters far from home, lost among the stars, and the two of them likely had more in common with each other than the others accompanying them. Vanya rose slowly, bones and leaves crunching beneath heeled boots, and allowed her attention to linger on the Nightmother for a moment in silence.

"No shores among the Confederacy will ever feel like home." Vytal would understand. There was something about Dathomir -- the harshness of it, the sprawling oasis of different atmospheres, the red haze that bathed the world. Dathomir was different--it was special. The next words spoken by the Nightmother and the question asked, gave the tattooed witch pause. What did she seek. Vanya had not sought anything in a long time. She had, once upon a time, quested for power, so she had become stronger. She had wanted for company, and had become mated. She had wanted a family, and had had daughters. And now? Now she was a prestige of the Dathomiri Nightsisters. She was strong, and capable, both fiercely loyal and independent. What more was there to seek?

"Him. I sought the shaman." She answered at last, eyes travelling to where

Asher Mossa and the others had been left behind. There were no secrets between Nightsisters. Vytal would have known already that Vanya held a vested interest in the shaman though the extent of it was not yet revealed. "I was shown him and his library for reasons that are not yet clear." Even the sound of his voice in her mind, a conversation for only them, sent shivers down her spine. It had been some time since someone dared encroach on her mental space. It was a foreign yet refreshing sensation. Vanya was not certain how to describe what had blossomed between them but his presence was welcomed. Her lips drew into a faint smirk as she reached for his mind. << Are you so eager to return to my side? >>

Whatever words the tattooed witch intended to speak next were silenced when the atmosphere shifted in a way that caused goose bumps to creep along her skin. Her hand fell instinctively to her hip, fingertips finding the cool metal of one of her lightsabers while feet dug into the ground when it shook, and split open to make way for the dark cathedral that rose in the distance. It loomed overhead like a dark beacon, the stench of the dark side strong on the wind, while birds flocked together around the peaks. Her eyes met with Vytal's. "Do you feel it?" Whatever had lurked within called to the witch, had Vahl whispering warnings in the back of her mind. "It would seem someone would like an audience." And if that was the case she would give them one.

Steps were taken forward as she intended to enter even if the others had not. However when the presence of another was felt through the Force, her attention shifted. Vanya was not familiar with whom it had belonged to and so altered her steps so that all to soon she would cross the path of

Arianna Belasko .

Arianna Belasko · Mar 22, 2021

The white garbed Witch strode along the path, feeling the Dark Side everywhere as she approached the Cathedral. She didn't realize it, but her gown actively resisted the Dark Energies trying to encroach on her mind. The Light Adept hiding in Arianna's flesh felt nothing but distaste approaching such a place. The surface Persona was ecstatic at the chance to possibly increase her power.

She soon realized she was not alone. Other CIS Witches and Warlocks were present...one in particular was approaching fast.

Arianna's rotting, pervasive, but secretly faked Dark Side presence could be felt as she approached

Vanya Aklin . Arianna recognized the aura of a Nightsister almost immediately. The tie to Dathomir could never truly be severed.

"Countess Belasko, Mandragora. I don't suppose you'd be friendly CIS would you? That Cathedral is tempting but Dangerous. I can just tell there's all sorts of nasties. On the other hand the possibility of running into sweet loot is pretty high. Just classic Dungeon Crawling material." Arianna joked as she approached, flesh visibly shuddering for a split second as she got closer to the Cathedral.

"No reports of this structure beforehand. Architecture doesn't seem to match the rest of this place. Dripping with preservation magics in the stone..." The Sorceress noted idly before stopping in front of Vanya.

"Have you been in such places before? They can be quite challenging, but also great when going Co-Op." she asked, giving a small smile before chuckling a bit.

Vytal Noctura · Mar 25, 2021

The library. Vytal trusted Asher so she was not so much worried as merely... perturbed. The place the shaman called home was where some of the most dangerous artifacts were kept in utmost secret. The Castle was a neon sign for the galaxy to assault under the assumption that was where the Vault lay, but in truth it was naught but a ruse. Still, the most dangerous items weren't just laying about even if Vanya wandered about Asher's home. One could not begrudge a Nightmother contemplating the appearance of a capable Sister as this showing up on their shores, could they? It was a dangerous galaxy full of betrayal.

Though Vytal did believe that the Nightsisters -- despite the differences between Clans -- would come together in the face of all things. Those of Dathomir, no matter how long parted, were part of a dark family.

"All things become clear as the Spirits intend." Vytal paused to smile. "Or when one tires of their games." Sometimes you needed to convince the Spirits to stop dawdling. Even if a price must often be paid.

The smile vanished as the Cathedral lifted itself from the ruins. Green eyes peered over the short distance in its direction as Vanya asked if the Presence had been felt. Unfortunately, she thought, it was felt all too well. When something begged an audience in this manner it rarely was to your favor, but then most thought the same of Nightsisters.

They were usually correct.

An eyebrow lifted as the Pale Witch strode toward the doors and flicked her gaze toward Vanya and Arianna. Vytal stopped and turned to regard the pair as they came face-to-face. "Jedi or Sith as a group are strong, but a Circle of Sisters is unrivaled," the Nightmother responded calmly to the Countess' interest in a 'co-op' exploration of a 'dungeon.'

"Shall we explore this together? I am certain a powerful and dark Great Spirit seeks an audience. One those influence has no doubt touched this world in the absence of outsiders."

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Asher Mossa | Damien Van-Derveld |

Julra Repraj |

Arianna Belasko |

Saram Kote |