A call had been put forth across the stars, all witches where invited the graveyard world of Necropolis (Dahrtag). It had been a long time since tall the clans had gathered and met under a banner of truce. Long had they been divided by outsider politics weather it be the influence of the sith or before that the Jedi. It always seemed the witches had some outside influence driving them apart refusing to let them stand on there own like they once had. It had been so long since the Witches stood for themselves and not had this or that Empire or republic try to lord of them.
Now their world had been besieged by yet another outsider one resembling their oldest enemy the Galactic Empire. So, a question hung in the air could they muster up enough support among the sisters and light fire that had not been seen in generation to fight what was theirs. Or was the answer bleaker than that had the sister of both night and Allya been final beat into submission. Might they never again achieve the level of greatness they once had and once again be feared by the Galaxy at large for what they were capable of in their Magicks.
This meeting would hopefully determine that, as the sisters of the Dark Coven invited their wayward sisters from to join them. Ever since the sith had seized control of Dathomir before the New Imperials who now laid Claim, the Dark Coven had left Dathomir and come to this graveyard world. This world had held so much history for them it was the same world they had launched their war against the republic and Jedi claim over Dathomir in dark ages of the Galaxy. This would be if all things went well where they would launch their war on the Imperial Order.
Orange eyes peered out from the hood of black ceremonial robe between the woman’s lips was the burning embers of a death stick. The woman had her face painted in manner ready for war. She stood outside the Mausoleum that led down into the meeting hall where the witches might discuss their future. Her orange eyes scanned the area waiting patiently for those who might come. She also kept an out for outsiders, Necropolis was at the end of alliance territory near where they use to boarder the former confederacy.
They had to be extremely cautious here as though her contingent of witches had nothing to do with The Sith Empire some that might join them this evening might have. That and there were even more radical members some who allied with the Maw if any word got to the Galactic Alliance or one of the other Governments nearby this whole thing gathering could be easily taken down. Despite all this Ryn Starfall remained calm as she waited.
She slowly reached up and pulled the death from her lips and let out a puff of smoke as she did so. She wasn’t sure was coming next, she had never been a prophet or seer. She was a warrior and master of the element of fire, her best use had always been on the battlefield. She wanted to feel that fire in the heart of her sister once that spirit to fight for what was theirs, yet there was fear in her heart that the spirit of Dathomir had died and the daughter’s of Allya were forever lost.