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N A T H E M AA bell tolled loose beneath a layer of windless air. Energy gathered thick above ashen soil, pushed softly by the toes of the sorcerer's feet as he purveyed the dead landscape. The remnants of a terrible ritual from eons ago remained unmoved by his cautious stride. Empty houses passed by his intending gaze, reaped of those who once called them home and Vereshin gathered the rising feeling of a second presence on the world. Donning civilian attire, the young sorcerer traveled to Nathema for the sole purpose of testing his wits and developing power against the unforgiving atmosphere of the derelict world.
Coat billowing with his stride, he raised a hand before his eyes to look for a suitable place to find shelter. He needed to rely solely on what he brought for sustenance and his bare wits. Thin air pulled at his lungs and a foul smell lingered on the motionless wind. The arcane energy on Nathema played tricks on any ambitious visitor and Vereshin made his pilgrimage with his arcane senses heightened. Brushing a hand through his inky hair, his eyes fell upon what used to be a townhouse. Once elegant, now left to ruin and stripped of life.
The sight of a black robe caught the corner of his eye more than once. He failed to decide whether the foul energy on the world conjured an illusion, or if a Sith in the flesh joined him to challenge the wasted environment, or to claim his life for prestige. In any case, Vereshin was left to his wits and his newly tested power. Striding up the stairs to the door of the townhouse, he wrenched the handle and the large door did not move. He took a step backwards and breathed deeply, extending a hand and concentrating his focus.
The door blew away from it's hinges beneath the force of his push and he entered the greet the sight of peeling wallpaper. Scraps of clothing, gathered in corners, remained of beings before their life energy was sucked from them. Wandering up the stairs, Vereshin found a bedrooms and a living room with a fireplace. He settled on the living room and gathered up some of the pieces of clothing in a bundle which he set down in the fireplace. Snapping his fingers, violet sparks danced off and set the clothes alight. A small fire soon burned and kept him warm.
Setting his suitcase down on the lounge, he opened it to find a small selection of food, clothing and a communication device to call for a shuttle home. He lay down his coat and threw on a loose robe over his shirt, before changing his shoes for boots with laces up the front. Wearing loose pants tucked into the boots, a scarf wrapped around his neck and over the flimsy robe which fell to his hips. Finding his cigarettes, he sat on the window sill and held one in his mouth, lighting the end with a snap of his fingers. While he inhaled on the white cylinder, Vereshin glanced over the street to the house on the opposite side. A pair of fiery yellow eyes stared him down from the window on the top floor.
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