Faction Finding Sanctuary

[Mishel]

MISHEL R. KRYZE
"Endurance is the first lesson. The rest will follow."​

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Title: Jedi Master | Keeper of the Watch
Affiliation: Jedi Enclave of Monastery | Jedi Order | High Republic
Location: Baruungat
Objective: Finding Sanctuary
Task: Meeting with others
Tags: Kaelen Varrin | Corazona von Ascania | Kas Larsen | [Open to all Jedi Order/THR Members]

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Mishel sat in a quiet grove overlooking Mirrorbrook Pier, the hush of wind through leaves and distant gulls painting a calm across the morning. Her yellow-and-black leather jacket lay folded beside her, sunlight catching faint scratches in its worn sleeves. A bite of frostblossom plum lingered on her tongue, tart, cool, and almost floral in its aftertaste. A fruit that felt like memory.

She had sent out a simple missive to the Galaxy: A call for those willing to help her find the lost village of Sanctuary, Grandmaster Kismet's original enclave, and the founding site of the Order of the Sacred Lotus. It was the last corner of Monastery she hadn't touched. The one place she still hadn't found.

Mishel wanted to restore it.

Not out of legacy. Out of something quieter. Something like reverence.


She sat with her legs outstretched on a picnic blanket, one knee drawn up, elbow resting casually atop it as her eyes scanned the pier below. Locals cast lines lazily into the water while children dashed between food stalls. Overhead, the thrantas were beginning their descent toward Skyreach Nest, probably ferrying guests from Vitalii, the planet's only city with a spaceport. Some of them had pledged to help. Others just wanted to meet her.

Another bite of plum. The juice chilled her teeth.
She leaned back beneath the tree's dappled shade, letting herself sink into the moment.

Could she really find Sanctuary?

Maybe she should've asked the Jedi archaeologist, the one she'd read about from some old Galactic Alliance publication Ran Serys , or even reached out to Romi Jade or Coren Starchaser . Her old masters would've had a better starting point. Grandmaster Kismet had been a phenomenal healer—but also, literally, a tree. And trees, especially Force-touched ones, didn't exactly bloom on a schedule.

Still… if Sanctuary existed, it would be near her.

It would hold her roots.

And maybe Mishel was finally in the right place to understand what that meant.

She sat upright again, crossing her legs as she unwrapped a small travel cake. Steam coiled up the moment it split, fragrant with sesame oil, a faint whisper of spice, and the deep umami of dried suncap mushrooms. The paste inside, rich and nutty, was made from slow-roasted mistsoy and moonbloom gourd. She took a bite. The warmth of it settled low in her chest, grounding her where the plum had left her momentarily light.

Mishel glanced toward her picnic setup.

She'd have to wrap this up soon.

Her missive said she'd meet them at the Brightwood Tavern.

Where every good adventure started.

Well… most of the time, anyway.

 

[Jamilla Shall]

When Jamilla emerged from over the top of the hill, it was her horns that appeared first, and then the Eopie's snout as it carried her onward at an absurdly slow pace.

The Master was riding side-saddle as delicately as was possible out on the plains. The thranta ride had been heart-pounding and swift, and then someone had directed her to this half-blind Eopie just inside the walls of Baruungat.


Now, outside those walls and left to her own devices to find Brightwood Tavern, the Togruta was providing equal amounts of assurance to herself and her mount. She could sense that the creature wanted only to lie down and warm its belly in the sun, and had long since lost its desire to stick to the path it had once remembered.

"Not much longer now, my friend," Jamilla said softly to him. A red hand reached down to pat his saggy jowl, near the snout. "Just a little farther down….you must find Master Kryze. She needs us…and we need her…"

She took hold of the reigns and gave him a sharp slap that nudged him down a grove of twisted trees. As the Eopie plodded on, she thought of the missive Mishel had sent out, and how she might help.

Although she knew very little of the Jedi enclave on Monastery, at least not since the news broke of the Confederacy withdrawing from the planet - Jamilla did know what it was to be lost. It was true that not every Jedi felt at home in the bustle of Coruscant, nor the vibrant expanse of Tython. Smaller enclaves had their own charm, and perhaps she was here to reach out and touch a bit of that impalpable spirit herself - and she was not here to ask why. She was here to assist, however she might.

Perhaps, also, there was the fact that she was blade-less, ever since that particular mission, and Mishel was renowned for her ability to construct lightsabers, but - that would be a private matter she could pull her aside for later.

For now, her frail Eopie had brought her at last to the tavern she had been told to seek.

It was the right place, or so the Force said to her. She disembarked her mount with a flap of brown robes and removed a handful of red cabbage from the saddle. The Togruta fed it to him silently and gave a dismissive pat under his snout, and then she had gathered her robes and ventured indoors…her curved horns disappearing beyond a heavy wooden door.

Outside - a sign dangled in the breeze. Brightwood Tavern.

Tags: Mishel

 

[Kas Larsen]

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Equipment: Kas' Gear
Tags: Mishel | Jamilla Shall | OPEN
Mentions: Katarine Ryiah | Briana Sal-Soren | Brandyn Sal-Soren
Location: Baruungat
Objective: Meet with Master Kryze | Find the Enclave

After landing his J-1 Shuttle down in the spaceport Kas was given the coordinates by the Jedi Master and heard from records that Mishel was a Jedi Sentinel. A specialisation that Kas was embarking upon in his Jedi training. This was just an opportunity to meet a fellow Jedi Sentinel but Master Kryze requested help and he'll lend aid where possible. Prepping his BARC speeder just in case there'd be long-distance travelling to do.

On behalf of the Jedi Order situated back on Naboo - the Order of Shiraya known to some. Kas thought it'd best to report any details and progress back to both masters Briana Sal-Soren and Brandyn Sal-Soren when appropriate to. Took into account that his master Katarine Ryiah always advised him to be independent. Seek out other avenues to learn and train as a Jedi.

Kas walked within the Spaceport and waited to spot Mishel alongside any other Jedi willing to help her.

"Well no time like the present. I wonder where everyone is. Hope I can find Master Kryze." Kas said.