Private Dark Reunion

[Sabine Delacroix]

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Attire: This
Equipment: Lightsaber
Tag: Kyyrk | Vytal Noctura | Darth Metus

The Black ritual hall of Castle Vureshakkairn, at the far end of the raised platform of the empty room, knelt a solitary woman wrapped in an outfit that was as black as the shadows the filled the room there were few lights because they were not needed not by her and certainly not the one she was expecting. Since the Nightmother had awakened her on Nathema Sabine had kept her presence hidden, though she supposed with Darth Voph, no… Lord Commander” a smirk playing on the woman’s lips as she corrected herself, had there been anyone in the room they would have likely found the expression concerning a hint of malice as well as amusement, it was not that she meant any harm, far from it she simply knew him better than his so-called Confederates, then again what she knew was old and as much as time had changed her, perhaps it too had changed him.

Her presence here was intentional by removing the shroud from herself she would indeed attract attention and that was indeed her plan, the galaxy was moving and while those of the confederacy were close to the force and wielded it with skill, she had something they did not have lifetimes of knowledge and information lost to the galaxy at large, within her were the secrets to teachings so far removed that even the stones they were written upon turned dust ages ago it. Some would seek this knowledge to their own end but the chaos that was coming demanded her attention she could no longer remain isolated; a side must be chosen, and she had.

While the so-called leaders of the galaxy played in their kingdoms and plotted against one another she was studying, learning what had transpired in the intervening centuries who the galactic powers were and who was right, who had the strength to rule but not jus tule to put an end to the cycle of childish games, of children blustering across the galaxy playing at war. The Sith Empire was Sith in name only, it bore the name but not the strength, it was only brutality, wrath, and wanton destruction she would have no part of it. The so-called ‘Galactic Alliance’ she would sooner jump into a sarlacc pit, the Outer Planets Alliance were little more than smugglers and mercenaries she would waste no time on them. There was only one choice left, the Confederacy of Independent Systems a quaint notion of ‘freedom’ and ‘cooperation’, ‘self-governance’ lofty ideals but at the head of it all was a former Sith Lord curious indeed, but not just that one that served that Sith was one of her own, who at one point was a fellow dark councilor this meeting could not be put off any longer it was time for Voph and her to reunite come what may.

 

[Vytal Noctura]

D A R K N E S S

Tag: Sabine Delacroix | Kyyrk | Darth Metus
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The Nightmother stood in observance of a class of young Sisters and Brothers as they toiled in brewing their potions under the guidance of senior. She enjoyed watching the more experienced teaching young and new faces alike their craft. It was, after all, the single expectation of any that called the Castle home and the Mandragora family. Knowledge was not best kept secret. Not most of it at any rate.​

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Vytal laid a gentle hand upon the shoulder of a young woman. "Don't tense up," the pale Witch said softly. "Your thoughts and emotions can affect the spirits around you, and how the power flows through you." Sometimes passion was good. It's why the Nightsisters were considered 'Dark' and closer to the Sith than the Jedi. Women willing to explore the many facets of the world and unafraid to destroy their enemies by any means... but they were not savages. They had communities and lifted one another, praised one another, loved one another. They were neither Jedi nor Sith. Those two philosophies were too dogmatic for a Witch, but there were truths to be found among their teachings all the same.​

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Suddenly one of those spirits alighted upon the Nightmother's shoulder. An understanding passed between them and she excused herself from the class instruction. They would do well with the mentor assigned to them; Vytal only enjoyed being among the women and men of the Mandragora so as not to become mired in an Ivory Tower unaware of the concerns and needs of those around her.​

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A pair of hallway doors opened to admit the Nightmother through them, and across the way to another tower. The doors parted into the Dark Ritual Hall, where Sabine Delacroix had taken her place. After the Nightmother calmly strode forth they closed again in her wake.​

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That the Hall was dimly lit by braziers along the sides was not at all surprising. The shadows crept and danced over every surface, and upon the statuesque figures that formed the mighty pillars to keep the ceiling aloft. Having performed any number of rituals here herself, Vytal hardly found a shadowy figure at the far end concerning.​

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Slowly, the pale Witch strode the length of the Hall toward the elevated platform where the altar sat. Her path deviated slightly as she approached. The Nightmother rounded one end and moved to a small table where various instruments sat. A giant bowl was cupped and lifted by her pale hands before she turned on the spot to set it upon the altar. Her movements were precise and well practiced in retrieving various items from behind the place of sacrament to align them in preparation. She did not utter a word in all this. Sabine had come in search of something. Whether she intended to solicit help or make declaration was a matter of her choosing.​

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[Kyyrk]

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R E U N I T E​

Voph was sitting in his chambers on Geonosis, looking over a series of reports from the latest Inquisition venture. Never a glamorous job, but a necessary one all the same. He was deep in the midst of writing his recommendations when he felt...strange. He paused. Something had changed on Ryloth. There was a presence within the Castle. And it was one that immediately drew Voph's attention. He set the datapad on the desk before him, and sighed quietly. He stood, and donned his helmet once again. It was time to meet an old acquaintance.​

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Mere hours later, the Obsidian Star was touching down on Ryloth, and Voph was stalking through the halls, following the call of this presence that called to him. Memories were already flooding back, probably not helped by Voph's donning of the Desolation armor. While certainly a sleek and modernized version of his iconic warsuit, it was still every bit recognizable as him. As Voph drew near the ritual chamber, he paused, hand hovering near the door. Sovryn was already looking for him. What if this was a trap? Voph pushed the door open, and walked into the hall. As he walked, crimson globes locked on to the kneeling woman. Voph drew to a pause a short distance from her, noting the presence of the Nightmother. "I was wondering when you would turn up. Even you aren't simple enough for a quiet death, Sabine."​

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Sabine Delacroix | Vytal Noctura | Darth Metus ​

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[Sabine Delacroix]

Attire: This
TAG: Kyyrk | Vytal Noctura | Darth Metus

The darkness of the black ritual hall had afforded her the luxury of not needing to conceal herself for this meeting, she slowly rose to her feet as to not alarm and before turning to face Voph she gave the Nightmother a gentle nod in recognition when she turned blue eyes locked onto Voph and a smile played at her lips. “I see your choice in appearance has remained consistent, it is good something has, so much has changed since we both served together. Not just in the galaxy but in the both of us as well it seems” indeed she could sense he had endured much since they last spoke.​

She began to walk down the steps from the elevated platform toward him, but halted only a few feet from him as she knew full well his capabilities and by putting herself inside the range of his lightsaber was a risk for her, and she hoped a sign that she was not looking to fight she folded her hands behind her back and the blonde woman studied him for a moment.​

“It is good to see a familiar face once again Darth Voph, or rather it is Lord Commander now? Congratulations on the promotion I suppose.” she grinned before she turned and walked over to one of the braziers that burned brightly to her right before gently laying a hand over the flame allowing the flame to lick at her hand slightly before she pulled it away and turned back to him. ​

The familiarity of this Sabine to the one that had sat upon the dark council seemed tempered, perhaps even weary, to be expected of one suddenly learning that they had lost thousands of years of their life and everything they knew was dust. “I will spare you the history lesson and instead tell you want you need to know. The Nightmother was kind enough to collect me from Nathema, and gracious host that she has been it is time for me to step out of the shadows. I wish to help your Confederacy. I have had time enough to study the would-be rulers of this galaxy enough to know none of them are of interest. But you, you have found something interesting Voph. A place where Sith, Witches, and Jedi are lead by a Mandalorian Sith Lord.” she shook her head incredulously.​

“So my options are this, I serve a murderous and genocidal Sith Empire who pales in comparison to the one I swore allegiance to and perhaps I will die a senseless death.” she shrugged “Or I fade into obscurity and everything I am and know is lost to time. Given what you know of me, do either of these sound like an option?” she inclined her head to him, blue eyes focusing with interest. “Rather, and the decision I have come to is I believe a third option is necessary.”​

 

[Vytal Noctura]

D A R K N E S S

Tag: Sabine Delacroix | Kyyrk | Darth Metus
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The Nightmother's green eyes lifted to regard the figure that strode through the doors of the Ritual Hall. Once it was evident it was none other than Voph, and with taking stock of Sabine's own recognition, her attention returned to the collection of vessels before her. Some believed you threw a bunch of plants into a bowl and ground them up to make an elixir or a salve. After all, they used magick so what need was there for the mundane? Such people were not accustomed to the ways of magick, however, and did not understand it was not flowery language and lightning that defined it. Spells were not born of any one act, but from a symphony of intent.​

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While Vytal held silent as the two familiar with one another exchanged words of greeting after such a long time, she was not without thought. The brew was not so demanding of her concentration. She recognized they were fortunate to have Sabine -- Darth Phral -- visit their Castle and stay for a time as she contemplated her Path. The woman was quite knowledgable of ancient history and powerful in her own right. While true the Confederacy and Sith Empire held each other at arm's length in neutrality, Vytal would not have preferred the Sith to receive such a boon. In a world where even allies can turn against you, was it not better to acquire talent when it made itself apparent? Vytal had seen Sabine's potential the moment she'd been awoken, even before her disposition changed in confrontation with Credius' alter ego.​

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Slowly, Vytal poured water infused with ichor over the herbs that had been crushed to release their essence. Her eyelids hid her green eyes, and soon she chanted under her breath to not disturb Voph and Sabine. "Let not the rigors of time remove our essential qualities born through experience light or dark. Preserve us and brush aside that which seeks to restrain us in our pursuits." A green smoke began to rise from the bowl atop the altar. The scent of vanilla and sage soon began to waft through the Hall.​

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