There were only so many times one could play Divoran Holochess before it became a practice in futility to stave away boredom and the tiring monotony of the day. Sitting up slowly from having lain upon her side; a slender finger pushed the final piece forward as she took her opponents last emperor piece on the board. A dull yawn covered shallowly by her slender hand before a heavy sigh crossed her lips. The droid servant once more began to reset the board, the pieces appearing as she stood up. Turning from her seat she sighed, her hands dancing across the ornate furniture that decorated the ancient dwelling. There wasn't much for her to do these days; even with a holonet receiver, it just appeared that there were so many hundreds of channels without a single thing on.
Pushing open the doors that lead to the balcony, a crisp breeze flowed through her hair, pushing out the tresses to dance upon the wind. Her hands pressed against the railing of the balcony, her metallic claw liked cover of her left hand tapped out a small medley upon the marble rail as she looked out over the small mountain valley before her. The ancient Mortis family manor house nestled within a small crag at the far end saw out across the valley. At one point, ages before flying machines and technology as it existed now, the manor house and its commanding view was a strategic point. Though a few upgrades to the house over the countless years ensured that prospect continued.
Still; not many people came to the Mortis house, it seemed that the family name had grown complacent and forgotten over the years. For Zarkana however; there was still a chance to push her family name back from the brink of the oblivion of forgotten names and deeds. This day would be the first step towards rising herself and her family out of obscurity; all she needed were a few friends to help.
@[member="Spencer Jacobs"]
@[member="HK-36"]
@[member="Darth Iscariot"]
Pushing open the doors that lead to the balcony, a crisp breeze flowed through her hair, pushing out the tresses to dance upon the wind. Her hands pressed against the railing of the balcony, her metallic claw liked cover of her left hand tapped out a small medley upon the marble rail as she looked out over the small mountain valley before her. The ancient Mortis family manor house nestled within a small crag at the far end saw out across the valley. At one point, ages before flying machines and technology as it existed now, the manor house and its commanding view was a strategic point. Though a few upgrades to the house over the countless years ensured that prospect continued.
Still; not many people came to the Mortis house, it seemed that the family name had grown complacent and forgotten over the years. For Zarkana however; there was still a chance to push her family name back from the brink of the oblivion of forgotten names and deeds. This day would be the first step towards rising herself and her family out of obscurity; all she needed were a few friends to help.
@[member="Spencer Jacobs"]
@[member="HK-36"]
@[member="Darth Iscariot"]