Private Do not dismiss the whispers in loud halls

[The Lord of Hunger]

LOCATION: New Alderaan, Capital City Market square
OBJECTIVE: let's talk
IMPORTANT LINKS: Sword #1 | Sword #2 | Armor | Jewel | Ring | Necklace | Gauntlet | DIII Gluttoneria | The guards | KRONOS
TAG: T'zarna Khab



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The Market was always a bussy moment in the capital city of New Alderaan, even now with all the chaos happening in the upper echelons of the Imperial Confederation, wares were still being peddled by thousands of merchants, anything from cheap baubles to exotic luxury products both from the furthest corners of the galaxy and of its very core, local and foreign, the market was a cacaphony of voices, a hive of buzzy bees practically crawling over one another to get the latest fads, to have the brightest jewels and the most expensive fabrics.

In the middle of the market, a strange thing had been happening, as two cloaked figures had brought solid durasteel chair to the middle of the market, a strange mark embroided upon the cushioning sown atop the durasteel chair's seat. The two cloaked men remained standing there, broad-shouldered and quite tall, but all seemed to avoid them, none seemed to even realise the chair was there.

It was a test, a sort of way to see those who would be able to see through the haze, through the blur which obfuscated the chair and the cloaked men from the eyes of mere mortals. Sometimes, a child would turn to look at the chair, sometimes a man or a woman, but so far, they seemed to forget what they were looking at within the blink of an eye, making it clear that they had some force sensitivity, but neither the potential nor the power to look beyond the veil.

The chair remained waiting...for someone to notice it...

 

[T'zarna Khab]

Location: Grand Market Plaza, New Alderaan
Objective: Make contact with The Hungering One.
Tags: The Lord of Hunger

Ever since stepping foot on New Alderaan, something felt particularly strange for T'zarna. It was as if something was beckoning to her, an unseen hand hooking it's finger at her. Was something within The Dark Side pulling at her, or was it more complicated? She had to find out what was whispering to her. The only major hurdle would be keeping from causing a scene.

Rooftops became her home, she would leap and sprint, headed towards the source of the odd energies. The closer she got, the less she liked this energy. It was like a groaning wound in The Force, hungry for the vitality of the galaxy. She became lightheaded, her temples throbbing as she overlooked the center of the market.

Something in her head told her that the only way out of this was to follow this feeling. Whether that was a voice from beyond, or just something in The Force, she had no idea. Whatever it was, she needed it out of her head.

Eventually her eyes were filled with the sight of a chair, one that seemed to be invisible to many who passed them. If ever there were a sign of where to go, then it would be there! With her cloak pulled over her head, she dropped down onto the ground below. It was a dramatic flourish, something that The Inquisitor was predisposed to.

With cautious and thoughtful steps, she made her way up to the chair . She looked around, wondering if anyone might want to test the waters before her. Seemed if anyone could see this chair, that it wouldn't be their choice to sit in it. Now she just had to wait, to see what came from things.

 

[The Lord of Hunger]

LOCATION: New Alderaan, Capital City Market square
OBJECTIVE: let's talk
IMPORTANT LINKS: Sword #1 | Sword #2 | Armor | Jewel | Ring | Necklace | Gauntlet | DIII Gluttoneria | The guards | KRONOS
TAG: T'zarna Khab



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As soon as T'zarna Khab settled herself into the chair, the strangest thing happened, as she would no doubt be able to feel strength being sapped from her body, not in any sort of dangerous or lethal way, but more akin to a nuissance for a short while, as if to establish something through the force, a connection which was beyond the understanding of those who had continued to walk passed the chair and now just as well walked passed the strange inquisitor as well.

As if out of nowhere, the surroundings changed, the sky seemed to darken, the people vanished, though sh was still sitting in the same chair in the same location, it all would've felt so alien, so different, especially when about four meters away from her position, a massive throne of obsidian and electrum had arisen out of nowhere, with a tall, hulking armored figure sitting within said throne, a large cloak of washed purple fabrics lined with aurodium and electrum draped over the sides of the throne.

"Welcome my dear child," within the darkness behind the massive armor's mask, two orbs of irridescant crimson and gold seemed to ignite around a pair of inhuman slit pupils. "I believe this would be the first time we have met... T'zarna Khab Inquisitor of the late empire of the lost, currently Inquisitor to the Imperial Confederation... "

The man upon the throne shifted their weight a bit, raising one of his hands and holding it out as if to ask her for something, to expect a gift, but rather, nothing seemed to happen, apart from the fact that the chair they'd be sitting on would no longer have that annoying feeling. "Let me ask you something simple first...do you know who I am?"