Azlyn Ike
Character
[member="Dax Fyre"]
Times had been good for the small atrisian pirate, she had managed to do a few thing in some places of the galaxy, wading through the dirt and the grim and the blood and the fire.... to get at it. The sleek, sexy aurodium throne from the darkworlds. An awfully uncomfortable thing to sit in, with all fo the jewels and the gemstones from thousands of worlds across the galaxy. Everywhere the pirate band stole from they got a stone and smelted it into the work of the throne. Over ten thousand of them and all more worlds some people could never see. She was looking at the staircase that was leading up to the seat itself.
It was oblong as some of the stones were larger then others and they warped the metal frame making parts of it be jagged with the edges. Azlyn was worried she might well cut herself and she was sure there were some who had on the seat before she climbed up it. Moving carefull and standing there in the white robes before she looked out at some parts of it. This throne room on the darkworld was not really a place she wanted to be, it was well dark and made her stick out all the more with the shadows and her being literally ghost white...
Flowing white robes over her outfit that had a hood able to cover her head and obscure her face. Leaving a small directional mirror. So anyone looking in saw white instead of her face but there were some problems. Her hands were gloved and the white gold hilt of her saber clinging to her thigh with the phrik cord attached. Before she was looking down towards the end of the room at the pillers covered in skulls from different game creatures the pirate king had killed. Her inner robes were more form fitted with white boots that went to pants and a sash. Her saber and a combat knife ready fro her to use at the small of her back.
"Hmm." She said it as she shifted in the tunic like outfit but it looked normal, a small emblem of the old order there over her chest a little faded and a grin coming to her face before she touched the sides of the thrones arms itself. There were many more riches here in the castle that they might be able to find and she intended to at least she hoped they might be able to find them... if not well this was worth more then a fortune to the right people.
Just a few gems would pay for a lifetime, the whole thing could pay for hundreds if not thousands of lifetimes themselves with clone bodies. "Now come on Dax, wouldn't this look so much better with you on it. Out here in the dark worlds instead of well there as some snotty grand marshal." She didn't always like what he did but well she wasn't completely a sith, at least compared to others. In truth she kind of had stopped caring what the sith were doing in many places. THey just weren't worth the time now even if it meant her real training might never be completed.
Times had been good for the small atrisian pirate, she had managed to do a few thing in some places of the galaxy, wading through the dirt and the grim and the blood and the fire.... to get at it. The sleek, sexy aurodium throne from the darkworlds. An awfully uncomfortable thing to sit in, with all fo the jewels and the gemstones from thousands of worlds across the galaxy. Everywhere the pirate band stole from they got a stone and smelted it into the work of the throne. Over ten thousand of them and all more worlds some people could never see. She was looking at the staircase that was leading up to the seat itself.
It was oblong as some of the stones were larger then others and they warped the metal frame making parts of it be jagged with the edges. Azlyn was worried she might well cut herself and she was sure there were some who had on the seat before she climbed up it. Moving carefull and standing there in the white robes before she looked out at some parts of it. This throne room on the darkworld was not really a place she wanted to be, it was well dark and made her stick out all the more with the shadows and her being literally ghost white...
Flowing white robes over her outfit that had a hood able to cover her head and obscure her face. Leaving a small directional mirror. So anyone looking in saw white instead of her face but there were some problems. Her hands were gloved and the white gold hilt of her saber clinging to her thigh with the phrik cord attached. Before she was looking down towards the end of the room at the pillers covered in skulls from different game creatures the pirate king had killed. Her inner robes were more form fitted with white boots that went to pants and a sash. Her saber and a combat knife ready fro her to use at the small of her back.
"Hmm." She said it as she shifted in the tunic like outfit but it looked normal, a small emblem of the old order there over her chest a little faded and a grin coming to her face before she touched the sides of the thrones arms itself. There were many more riches here in the castle that they might be able to find and she intended to at least she hoped they might be able to find them... if not well this was worth more then a fortune to the right people.
Just a few gems would pay for a lifetime, the whole thing could pay for hundreds if not thousands of lifetimes themselves with clone bodies. "Now come on Dax, wouldn't this look so much better with you on it. Out here in the dark worlds instead of well there as some snotty grand marshal." She didn't always like what he did but well she wasn't completely a sith, at least compared to others. In truth she kind of had stopped caring what the sith were doing in many places. THey just weren't worth the time now even if it meant her real training might never be completed.