Faction [GC/SO] The Golden Covenant

[Darth Nwul]

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The Restored Palace
The Rivobam Jungle
Thule, Esstran Sector

A silent message sent across the stars, addressees only picked through a vision in the force. Disenfranchised Imperial Aristocracy. Sith Lords and their Families, exhausted by the endless infighting of warlords. Generals, Admirals, Leaders who have one last hope in their hearts for order, dignity, strength, security, and regality. Starships poured into the sector, heeding the silent call as the word spread. The man once known as Wake Nayne, now calling himself Nwul, had kept his promise. The Planet Thule, which had once been a barren wasteland abandoned by imperials who had clung to the Stygian Caldera and the Sith Holy Worlds was an example of the witless tyranny and madness of irresponsible Sith Hegemony.

Yet a Sith had been the one to restore it, transfigure it, terraform it. He had given his prophecy that he would bring a Golden Age back to Imperials and Sith alike and called for them to bear witness to his conviction to the cause. The whispers spread. The Golden Prophet.

A second invitation went out not long after that, the cards wreathed in red and gold, the destination the only information available.

It was a party, a gala unlike any the Sith Nobility had seen in a very long time. A throwback to a bygone era of Sith-Imperial glory and dignity. The palace which had once been just another dessicated rock was now completely revitalized. An army of droids and men alike had painstakingly refurbished the building into something worthy of such a gathering. Dark stone was adorned with gold and red decor, guardsmen posted throughout the halls in red and gold armor, the ancient symbol of the Sith Empire emblazoned on their equipment. The majestic gardens had been transplanted from various worlds, the building was a mysterious and imperious island in the middle of the deathly jungle that surrounded it.

In the grand hall, vast and wide with a high ceiling and adorned with classical lighting and chandeliers, over a hundred had gathered. All of them leaders in the galaxy, powerful figures, warriors, oligarchs, the list went on. All of them had taken the hint for the most part, wearing red and gold in a sign of unity. All talking, shmoozing, enjoying one another's company for the first time in what felt like aeons. Gorgeous humanoid synthdroids move through the crowd, serving guests and even carrying on pleasant conversation. Despite the atmosphere, despite the energy, there was one thing on everyone's mind.

Where was the host?

As if summoned by their collective thoughts, the doors at the end of the hall separated from them by a raised dais flew open. Knights, Sith in decorative robes and armor stepped to each side, their helmets masking their faces. A billowing heat spread out through the room, a wave of emotion and passion that thundered for a moment before subsiding. Everyone fell silent, eyes turned, and a man flanked by numerous famous faces and a beautiful woman on his arm ( Corazona von Ascania ), strode into the room. The man wore dark red robes, so dark they appeared almost black, lined with gold. His hair, long and dark, hung around his smiling face. He had a fatherly aura about him, welcoming and rippling with vitality, he cracked a wide smile and spread his arms in welcome.

"Welcome to the new Thule, what do you think?" He teased, cracking out a laugh before lowering his hands. "Thank you all for coming my friends, I know you came here at great risk and I will not forget what you've done for the sake of our people, our Empire."

He nodded silently, "For the moment, enjoy the festivities, talk among yourselves, reconnect, remember what it was like to be part of something strong and organized. I have a speech prepared but it seems that Magnate Schuler over there is still in the midst of his meal so I'd rather not interrupt," Nwul laughed, waving a dismissive hand towards a corpulent man who chortled in response. Nwul nodded at him graciously, "I loved your gift, sir."

"BA PA HA HA! GOOD! I'M LOOKING FORWARD TO YOUR RULE, MY LORD! FINALLY A SITH WITH SENSE!" The thickset man cackled.

Nwul raised his eyebrows and coughed, "And he found the drinks too," Eliciting a laugh from the crowd.

"Please, enjoy the hospitality for now," He glanced at the figures next to him, "I know we will."

With that he stepped off the dias and melded into the crowd, shaking hands and talking with whomever approached him. They all knew that something was coming, but that he had plans for the evening. Everyone wanted to know, what the future held for the Empire, and whether or not he would be the one to bring it.

 

[Anak Darkstar]

TAG: Darth Nwul

Lord-Master Anak arrived in black robes with a crimson cape. He had forgone the ostentatious armor of His Knights who saluted upon seeing him.

The Son of Darkness was nervous. He never was at ease at parties, having spent much of his life in solitude. But what really had his nerves on edge was the arrival of Ravenna Sarn. He had not seen her since some years when he stumbled on the Teta System.

When he left her he was a mere Seeker of the Dark, now an Apprentice and Lord-Master of a Knighthood. The honor of his position outweighed his ego, he tried to play at a haughty air, but such charades had become harder as time had waxed on. Many had seen beyond his mask, not the one he wore for the glory of The Golden Covenant.

The truth was that Anak was using all he could muster to not prespire. He combed through his newly cut hair, the curly mess now shortened and etched like a hazel wave. His eyes burned with that familiar amber of the dark side, though they dis not burn as bright as The Prophet Nwul, and instead flickered like the glow of candle light.

Seeing His Liege Lord and Prophet, Anak approached, getting in line to greet The Master of Thule.

 

[Lady Venge]

Lady Venge had arrived in answer to the mysterious summons, arm in arm with Darth Amarok, smirking a bit as she remembered the last time she had been at a party. Her lack of subtlety and tact had earned a bounty placed upon her head by Darth Empyrean.

Glancing around, Venge did a double take as she noticed a vaguely familiar woman at Darth Nwul s side.

"Isn't she a Jedi," Venge whispered to Darth Amarok. "Some sort of royalty?"

 

[Darth Amarok]

Darth Amarok nodded in answer to Venge's question as he glanced towards where she was looking,

"Corazona von Ascania," he said. "Eldest child from a family of aristocrats on Ukatis. Last I had heard of her, she was married to some prince."

As he was talking, Darth Amarok felt a peculiar sensation in the Force. Venge was standing right next to him, and yet...it also felt as if her presence was elsewhere in the crowd.

"Do you feel that," he asked Venge at last.

 

[Alina Tremiru]

Open​

It'd been a long time since she last went to a party like this. As a girl, it was a place for her mother to show her off. Salvage damaged goods through the use of some arranged marriage. She despised them then. Being prettied up so she could practically be sold was beyond demeaning. Now, though? Alina fully embraced her noble heritage, dressing right up in quite the extravagant dress. She even went so far as to match the others.

She was spoiling them, for certain.

A crystal glass with the finest red was brought to her lips as she took a sip. Savored the robust flavor. Nwul certainly knew how to throw a party. For now she wandered, only offering a polite smile to the people she didn't care to interact much with. Hopefully she'd find someone far more entertaining than the common duke looking to kiss the shoe of their betters.

 

[EVE_0001]

Eve had felt as if she were slowly going mad, the whispering voice calling her to Thule, refused to be silent. Awakened from her stasis chamber on Vorruc, a long dead world in the Unknown Regions, by pirates intent on selling her to slave traders on Nar Shadda, Eve had slaughtered them with the Force. Wandering through the lab that had housed her stasis chamber, Eve had slowly deduced that she was human, but who she was and what her purpose was still eluded her. It was then that the whispering voice started....

Stealing the pirate's vessel, Eve had managed to pilot the barely space-worthy ship to Thule. At last, the incessant whispering stopped, but a new sensation began. It felt as if there was an echo of herself in the Force, somewhere in the crowd.

Working her way through the crowd, Eve stood at last before Lady Venge. The strange sensation became stronger....

 

[Darth Xyrah]

Saryn was happily partaking in the festivities arranged by their most generous host, Lord Nwul. His arrival to the party had been one that had caused great excitement and gossip amongst the gathered guests. He'd arrived with much pageantry earlier, his gold tinted chromium plated Royal Starship had touched down on the main landing pad outside the palace, the spouse of Darth Carnifex himself arriving with a pair of his Magnaguard bodyguards, garbed in elegant gold trimmed capes, as well as a full security detail of SB-X Droid Commandos, who remained behind to guard his ship, painted in red and gold diplomatic livery as as a highly visible and symbolic gesture of his participation in this soon to be formed Covenant.

He strode through the crowded hall, his face adorned with golden eyeliner and lipstick, garbed in his exotic yet scandalous golden dress with matching high heels, with a glass of expensive wine in hand and his pair of droid protectors following closely behind. Several nobles attempted to get his attention to speak with, and he happily greeted each of them, though made sure to keep moving so he could speak with the host of these festivities himself. He soon appeared behind Lord Nwul, a warm smile forming upon his lips. "Ahh, Lord Nwul! I thank you for inviting me to these festivities after our prior meeting here. It is good to finally get a chance to speak to you in a far less official setting.", he said with delight, extending his hand towards him in greeting.

Darth Nwul
Anak Darkstar
Lady Venge
Darth Amarok
Alina Tremiru
EVE_0001

 

[Lady Venge]

Venge stood there, her mouth moving but no words coming out, as she looked upon what was essentially herself....as she had been some 30 years prior. Part of her mind told her she knew perfectly well what she was seeing, and yet other parts refused to accept the implications so readily.

"Who are you....and why are you wearing my face," she finally stammered to the strange young woman standing before her.

 

[Shasill Kaarte]

Shasill had been hanging around in the corners of the grand room, trying very hard not to be seen. Luckily, his maroon and gold robes blended in with everyone else. He had succeeded for a while...until a server came up to him. The Sith could tell it was a droid for its lack of a Force presence, but it could have fooled the average citizen.

"Would you like a drink, Master Kaarte?" it asked, tilting its head and extending a tray. Of course, the droid had non-alcoholic beverages on it specifically for the teenager, and Shasill picked up a dark red liquid. Probably some berry juice.

"Thank you," he said, inclining his head.

The droid nodded in kind and walked off to serve someone else. As the Sith sipped his juice, he looked up and realized that Darth Nwul had made his entrance. Shasill frowned. Was that...a Jedi? But he pushed that thought out of his mind. It wasn't his business to question his master's loves, or whatever Corazona von Ascania was to him. Perhaps a hostage. But those were just Shasill's guesses from what he saw.

The teenager straightened his cloak and began walking over to a table, just as his stomach rumbled. Perfect timing. He barely made it five steps before he was intercepted by one of the more jovial guests in the room. "Ah! Greetings! You must be Master Kaarte, the apprentice?"

Shasill sighed and replied with fake enthusiasm, "Yes, that's me."

He tuned out the rest of the man's talking as he tried to figure out how to maneuver around him.

 

[Ravenna Sarn]

The violet yacht descended upon the main landing plateform outside, its wings like claws, and the three round flood lights on the nose brightly illuminating the red carpet with gold lining and those standing on it. The ramp descended with two Handmaidens in lavender with hoods who paved a path before another figure most fair. The Mistress was dressed in black, her dress shimming like a black pool of her planet. Upon her naked shoulders was a crimson scarf that wove around her neckline like a red serpent. Her hair was dark brunette, two parts of it braided in the Krath tradition, the rest was strung up and pinned by piece of metal, a shoto saber in disguise as great hairpin.

Once inside Ravenna’s maidens took their place beside her and she saw the line of arrivals waiting to meet their Lord, while others mingled in the side lines of the Gala. There was all assortment of Sith, some of then dressed more traditionally in menacing dark robes, while more than a few were dressed in opulent attire, one in particular wore a gold dress and was speaking to The Host. Ravenna scanned the room, her heart fluttering as she searched for Him. She had waited what felt eons for his call, and now at last the reunion she had seen through The Sight was at hand. She shivered a little, normally she was frost itself and cold, but Anak had thawed her heart when they met on her homeworld. He was unlike the men of Teta, weao and pathetic pretenders of power. Anak was strong in the dark side, more than that he retained a chivalry she thought long dead among Sith. He had done the unthinkable, taken her namesake, The House of Sarn, a Krath customn in unions, though no outworlder had ever done so.

At last she saw in line those broad shoulders, the chistled chin, and the hair though short was as fine as hazelnuts. Her locket that hung from her neck and swung over her bosom contained a strand. She had cherished it and smelled it every night they were apart, she would caste her Krath craft as she touched it, calling forth protection over Anak.

Ravenna felt light headed. A Handmaiden removed a black fan and began to sweep it across her in effort to help, the other came close to her Mistress, using her hand to stabilize Ravenna.

TAG: Anak Darkstar
Darth Nwul
Darth Xyrah

 

[Marcus Dinn]

Marcus Dinn sat in a chair at the edge of the room, his back to the wall as he faced the crowds. Dressed to the nines in one of his father's fine suits, his blue eyes were open, yet unseeing.

Endless visions played before him. Images of the past, the present, and various possible futures were shot into his mind like arrows. It had not always been this way for him, seeing the universe through the eyes of the cosmic Force, but it was nearly all he could remember anymore. Only his sleep was dreamless.

Why was he here again?... Oh. Yes. The summons. Rising from his chair, Marcus walked toward the mysterious Darth Nwul, who was currently preoccupied with his other guests. He waited patiently for his turn to speak.

"Thank you for the invitation, Lord Nwul. I am Marcus Dinn," he introduced himself with a bow. His gaze roamed over Nwul's present company. "Darth Xyrah," he put a name to the face despite never having met the gold-obsessed Saryn in person. "I owe you many thanks. Without your having bestowed lands and titles on Eliad upon my family, I wouldn't be here today." His father's adoption by Empyrean be damned. Next he turned to Corazona. His brow furrowed faintly as he searched the Force, but his clairvoyance was not enough to tell him what she was doing here. "Lady von Ascania," he said, with a respectful bow, before turning back to Nwul.

"If you are indeed eager to usher in a new era for the Sith, that is a cause worth serving. I am at your command."

Direct: @Nwul Corazona von Ascania Darth Xyrah
Vicinity: Lady Venge Alina Tremiru Anak Darkstar Shasill Kaarte​

 

[Darth Amarok]

Darth Amarok looked back and forth between Venge and the strange young girl who looked just as Venge had when she was in her late teens, his mind whirling with so many unanswered questions, of which the chief one was 'What the hell is going on here?'

Finally deducing that there apparently was some long forgotten agenda at work here, and hoping to de-escalate the situation before Venge decided to do anything rash, Lord Amarok stepped between the two women and attempted to speak as diplomatically as possible.

"It would appear, that the late Lord Retsinis was keeping secrets....from all of us," he said, choosing his words carefully. "Let's see if we can figure this out peacefully."

 

[Asaaj En Kelsani]

Location: An unihabited system a few hundred light years from Thule before arriving at Thule
Objective: Visit the Gala
Tags: Stardust Solus Skirae but also open to interaction with anyone

Loadout

In the dim light aboard the Blood Knight, Asaaj looked at sister, the other dathomiri woman had a look of concern on her face as Asaaj put the finishing touches to her outfit and checked her herbal supplies for the gala.

"Are you entirely sure this is wise Sister Asaaj? The Sith are not to be trusted." She asked calmly

"Of course Delphine, and I shall take care of myself, but I trust Stardust Solus Skirae and do not feel she would pull any of us into a situation she did not feel was acceptable." Asaaj replied to her sister, she had dined with Ashlans, she had dined with Imperials and whilst those groups at least had honour, they were no less dangerous to her kind than the Sith. "And if the betrayer is there?" she added, raising her eyebrows. Delphine knew that Asaaj wished to destroy the betrayer, a woman who called herself a nightsister but dis nothing more than betray her culture for the benefits of her Sith master. It was disgusting.

"I shall be fine" Asaaj smiled with a murderous smirk before leaning overs and kissing the other night sister on the cheek.

She looked about her, and gave a small bow as her skin began to crackle and burn as if it was combustion from the inside before she vanished from the decks of her hidden starship in a cloud of acrid smoke.

Three hundred light years away any force sensitive nearby, and there was a lot, would notice a small disturbance in the force and then in a corner of the gala several embers would appear from nothing, crackling and burning with dark black smoke that in a few seconds formed the shape of the beautiful dathomiri woman before cooling and fading. Asaaj casually walked forward from her teleportation and picked up a glass off of one of the servers. Her eyes darted around to see who was here and she scented the perfumed and darkness infused air. Stardust was around her somewhere but they were coming separately, this would allow them both time to assess the environment and make judgements before the convened later for dance drink and delights of the flesh.


Corazona von Ascania Darth Xyrah Lady Venge Alina Tremiru Anak Darkstar Shasill Kaarte Darth Amarok

 

[Kadann]

Clothing: Armored Robes
OOC: Open to anyone who wants to talk to Kadann and explore his reasons for being here

Kadann did not come dressed for the occasion. In a way, he had. He was not here to be the centre of attention. He was supposed to blend into the background.

Given the extravagant arrivals, Kadann decided this was much easier to achieve than he had expected.

The former Jedi Master watched in silence.

"Let's see if we can figure this out peacefully."

The old man's ears picked that up amongst the din. He adjusted his stance, but remained near the wall. If there was trouble then he would rather suddenly stop being part of the background.

 

[Darth Valor]

Darth Valor strode into the grand hall, cloaked in the flowing darkness of his crimson and black robes. His presence was commanding, and as his piercing gaze scanned the room, the air seemed to thicken with a potent blend of reverence and fear. The embroidered golden sigils on his attire glinted ominously, a stark contrast to the velvety blackness surrounding him.

As he made his way through the crowd, the gathered Sith and Imperial leaders fell silent, their conversations tapering off into hushed whispers. The intensity of the room heightened, like a gathering storm poised to unleash its fury. Darth Valor, a figure of undisputed power, exchanged nods and curt acknowledgments with those who met his eyes. His entrance, calculated and deliberate, carried an air of mystery and expectation.

The golden emblem of the Sith Empire emblazoned on his chest seemed to pulse with an otherworldly glow, casting an eerie radiance on his features. The synthdroids, carrying trays of delicacies and drinks, subtly altered their course to avoid impeding his path. The partygoers, aware of his formidable reputation, instinctively made way for the dark figure weaving through their midst.

As Lord Nwul began his welcome address, Darth Valor remained at the fringes of the crowd, a silent observer. His burning gaze, framed by the hood of his robes, betrayed no emotion. A sense of foreboding lingered around him, an unspoken acknowledgment of the machinations set in motion.

The festivities unfolded, the grandeur of the gala in stark contrast to the clandestine undercurrents beneath the surface. Darth Valor, though present in body, seemed detached, as if his thoughts were entwined with the shadows that danced across the regal hall. The future of the Empire hung in the balance, and the enigmatic Sith Lord was a pivotal player in this unfolding drama.

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Cora was accustomed to being a pretty prop on the arms of powerful men. First, when she'd been old enough to attend galas with her father as a debutante. Then, when she'd been the one organizing said galas at the royal palace on Ukatis at the behest of her husband. But Prince Horace was dead - so truly sad - and she'd been captured with several other Jedi trying to interrupt the ritual on Thule. That was how she'd found herself at the side of a Sith Lord.

A prisoner in a gilded cage, a sheep in a sea of wolves. She was not meant to be here, and judging on the occasional lingering glance she felt, there were those that agreed. Any probing of her Force signature would easily reveal what she was - a Jedi.

Still, she cut an elegant figure at Nwul's side, clad in a burgundy silk dress with gold detailing. Her long blonde hair was affixed partially up, secured in place by the pin he'd gifted her. Cora knew exactly how to behave in this situation; bury her discomfort beneath layers of decorum. Her expression and posture gave away nothing; she remained calm and civil, appropriately demure for her role in the festivities.

She smiled politely as a young man clad in a revealing, sparkly gold number greeted Darth Nwul . Darth Xyrah certainly stood out among the more conservatively dressed crowd, and had an air of enviable confidence. Next came Marcus Dinn who towered over her, addressing first the Sith Lords, the acknowledging Cora by her family name.

"Mr. Dinn." She responded smoothly with an incline of her head. A manicured blonde brow arched as his name stirred something familiar in her. There was a Padawan Dinn at the temple on Coruscant. A sour young woman who'd taken to one of her countrymen.

Acquiring a flute of something bubbly from a passing server, Cora sipped as her gaze passively roamed over the gathered guests. One young woman appeared faint, but was quickly tended to by her handmaidens. And did…a red-headed beauty just appear in a crackle of dark smoke? Stars, these people were strange.

Some seemed more comfortable lingering in the shadows, and Cora amused herself by imagining how their brooding mannerisms would fare against the wickedly vicious women at Ukatian court.

That thought pulled her lips into a faint, genuine smile.

Anak Darkstar Lady Venge Darth Amarok Alina Tremiru EVE_0001 Shasill Kaarte Asaaj En Kelsani Kadann Darth Valor Ravenna Sarn

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Nothing seemed out of the way so far, aside from the fact it was a sith led gala and oddly enough since she had first touched down and uboarded from her shuttle the atmosphere was...oddly relaxed. She had figured tension would sit in yhe air as with most gathering of sith into one big area but quite the opposite it was like most galas she had been to everyone all dressed fancy and mingling with drinks endlessly flowing being brought out by servers.

The tall green twilek would be unarmored, but far from Unarmed, her sabers rested underneath the fiery orange dress while a voidstone ring hid her in the force and nullified her powers so she wouldn't accidently set anything or anyone for that matter on fire without express desire to do so. For the moment she stood aside surveying the crowd while on the back of her neck her senses tingle and the smell of acrid smoke filled her nose causing a smile to form on her face as she pushed off and started through the crowd intending to get get closer to Asaaj En Kelsani . Upon reaching the witch ahe turned ti face the crowd standing beside her and spoke

always know how to make a entrance my dear witch, so far everything seemed right no traps in fact it feels...rather odd to say this but all is good so far

 

[Shan Pavond]

Tags: Open

Shan did not belong here whatsoever. Not just because of the fact he was more a pauper than a prince used to fabulous and extravagant events like this, but also because he was a Jedi. He wasn't the only one here. Cora was somewhere. She had been captured the same as Shan but unlike him, she seemed to be getting paraded all over the place. Like a freshly primmed peacock. It made sense. If you had something beautiful, you were meant to show it off, right? That's why he had been left in the background. It was fine with him though, he wasn't a fan of the limelight. Though there was a part of him that was wishing he had eyes in the back of his head. Whilst he didn't have any active dislike towards the Sith...That didn't necessarily mean he trusted any of them.

Being in an entire room filled with Sith did make him feel like he was being smothered to death...though that may have actually been because of the tie he was wearing. It was taking every part of him not to fiddle with the piece of fabric. Suits were never something he enjoyed the look of. Especially the one he was currently wearing. It felt like it was far too much green. He was just meant to be here to...help with any food or drink requests. It was better than being paraded around like Cora was. He was used to this kind of work. It was what he was good at, and he didn't want to upset anyone. He just did what he was good at and stayed quiet. If that meant handing out drinks, he'd do it. If it meant healing members of the Sith? He'd do that. Perhaps even happily. Everyone required care in his opinion, even the Sith.

His eyes did glance around the room every so often, as if he was looking for someone in specific though he didn't seem to be able to find them. Shame. They might have made this whole kidnapping worth it...Then again, they'd probably try to kill him. So maybe it was for the best he didn't see them. It felt strange not to have any of his weapons at his side. He had grown fond to the idea of having them next to his hip. To think that before he had joined the order, he wouldn't have ever thought of being comfortable around weapons. The Mirialan shook his head, keeping a smile on his face as he went around the Gala, offering various drinks from his tray.

 

[Anak Darkstar]

TAG: Alina Tremiru

The Lord-Master seeing that His Prophet ( Darth Nwul ) was occupied in greetings and discussion, decided to return to the line later, afterall being in Gilded Circle, Anak had access to His Lord on a frequent basis. He would still greet His Liege Lord as a sign of respect, but that could wait, others were eager to meet The Master of Thule. As The Son of Darkness turned to see the new arrivals, brushing his black weaved robes on his chest he saw a sea of faces, one of whom he recognized, could it be? Was it her? Anak began walking around Guests to make his way to that familiar face when he came to a woman of ghastly beauty, her skin powdered white, her hair ivory, and her dress a elegant gold and red with coral tones. At once the Lord-Master knew she was a Sangnir, like his Master.

“Exuse me, I am Anak, Lord-Master of the Covenant Knights.”

Anak gave a bow, and raised his visage back to hers.

“You remind me of my Master Adeline.”

The Son of Darkness was not good at introductions, he had been alone for so many years in The Unknown Regions. And yet despite that he pressed passed his discomfort. If he was to leas chevaliers in conquest, a gala should not unseat him. He would make the effort, burying his insecurities, which was far easier with his mask.

 

[Ravenna Sarn]

The Krath Princess was brought some champagne which she took and drank, the bubbles tickles her throat. It was nothing lioe the vintages of Teta. It was at that moment she saw Anak Darkstar turn and step out of line, his eyes fixed on her, making her heart beat rapidly as if infused with great warmth. Just as she felt that she could not take anymore, her beloved stopped to talk to another Lady, one who wore a decadent gown. The sea of guests was like a wall between her and Anak, and so seeking to occupy herself, Ravenna saw a green attired and skinned young man, well he appeared youthful, the dark side was known to suspend aging, making it difficult to assess the years of each guest.

Ravenna bid her Maiden go to @Shan Pavod and extend an invitation to mingle as her Beloved was doing with the Spectral Lady at a distance.

The Hand Maiden approached Shan and bid him come and meet The Princess of Teta.