wayfarer
The rumbling of the Raykkan train grew distant, further and further as the shifting sands slowed to a quiet nothingness. Deathly quiet in the Nether, with no signs of what amounted to clouds, the skies streaking ambers and golds, and nary a lifeform in sight or senses; the Nether, however, was full of surprises. He would not deny the existence of unwanted watchers just yet.
Adorned in an old, weather-weary cloak, his black-wrapped hand reached towards his waist and retrieved the Sith amulet provided by Velok. In truth, it was hardly an amulet to a human-sized person. More becoming of a short sword and of a crude making at first glance. The blade comprised of a Greater Calama shell, having a Nighthunter bone handle, topped with a swiftly wrought knot of Velok's hair.
Holding it in front of him, pointed edge hanging towards the ground, a simple once-over was all Corin needed to soak in the darkness it was crafted with. "Hm," he grunted with recognition. From what experience Corin gained with Sith artifacts, nothing concerned itself with transportation from the Nether. If it was going to work or not, it was nothing short of a gamble. Though not naturally a gambler, Corin weighed his options.
A deep inhale.
A beat.
An exhale.
The Force swelled around him, circling in a physical manifestation. Streaks of iridescent blues and purples crackled to life, carrying the smell of burning ash, as a deep violet began to swirl ahead of Corin. His extended arm locked, outstretched, as a bead of sweat was falling from his brow alongside his stern, grimacing face. The forming portal had a monstrous pull, his feet forced to dig into the sand, yet dragged him closer all the same. It continued to grow, expand, and whether it required time to stabilize, Corin was left wondering.
Though discovering that was not on the cards for Corin.
Corin was torn from his feet, feeling a hurtling sensation as he careened through what could only be described as a world between others. His vision was awash with colours, shapes, wholly undiscernible in the rapidly passing moment. For all of a second, Corin thought what he saw was eerily similar to how Iris sees the world. If that brought him some sense of comfort, Corin didn't have the time to appreciate it. The end was coming.
Sounds beyond the whooshing of swift movement came to him, though his head was ringing shortly after. Ejected from the portal, Corin crashed into a dingey alley and careened into an assortment of waste disposal cans. "Gah!" The noise was wretched out from him, sputtering and coughing as he gripped his side. They clanged together and Corin could only groan as he rubbed his temple. Feeling weak, sluggish, he struggled to rise.
Whatever method was required to travel through those portals, Corin had miscalculated it.
He emerged from the alley, at last. Corin brought an arm to shield himself from the glaring sun, allowing his vision to adjust. A deafening amount of constant chatter and the whirring of speeders allowed his stomach to drop into a pit with anticipation. Able to truly see, Corin was confronted by a scowling bronzium statue of an armour clad warrior draped in the banner of the Sith Order.
Jutrand.
A small, satisfied smirk formed on his face.
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