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[Adelle Bastiel]

Tags: Dreidi Xeraic | Tessa Thayne | Raum Varad

Dreidi spoke of focus, of not letting things weigh one down. And for the most part, Adelle agreed—focusing on the next right step was key in a galaxy filled to overflowing with conflict and suffering. But there was use in feeling the weight of matters, of allowing the emotions brought on to live and breathe even if they could never dwell.

He leaned into the edge of the table, chest heaving, grin wide, eyes sparkling with mischief. "What's that?" he bellowed, voice carrying across the hall. "You don't like our singing?" He kicked another plate for emphasis, meat tumbling onto the floor. "You averse to fun, friends?"

Heads turned, some scowling, some laughing, some wiping spilt drinks from their armor. Raum didn't flinch. "Maybe," he said, swaggering along the length of the table, "maybe you all should join me!"

“When the Hells freeze,” Adelle murmured, taking a long drink from her ne’tra gal. The young woman next to her seemed to be of the same mind, pouring more alcohol for herself.

But then Dreidi sang.

Adelle’s eyebrows rose. The pale-skinned warrior had talent. Maybe they should’ve arranged for her to have a dedicated space to sing tonight.

Then the young woman not drunk enough for the raucous singing positively launched a bread roll like a missile at the boisterous Mando’s forehead, nailing him with a satisfactory thump. Adelle laughed freely.

“I like your style,” she told the bread-slinger. “What’s your name?”

She smiled for the first time that night, playfully. “So I know not to get on your bad side.”

 

[Vytal Noctura]

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Vytal stood off to one side observing the women and men as they enjoyed their evening, or tried to as a few shouts rose in disagreement. Her emerald eyes found one in particular among the Mandalorians. A Sister from home. It was rare to see one of them out in the galaxy. It was dangerous in ways her kin were not prepared to face. The duplicity alone could spell disaster. But Dreidi was no fresh-faced youth far from home.

Before she thought to approach, however, one boisterous cry seemed to attract her notice. It prompted her to spellbinding action in a way other than conjuring magicks and spirits. A quiet scoff was issued. Not from the singing, but that some rabble rouser should deserve it just to still their tongue. Well, a Sister couldn't be left to fight alone.

With a flare of green flame, Vytal conjured a hand-made war drum of ancient wood and weather skin. By that point Vytal had heard enough of Dreidi's song to get a feel for its beat and rhythm. With thick wooden sticks in either hand, one pale Witch joined the other; the deep, rolling pound of the drum joined in accompaniment. The strikes were true and firm, but measured so the volume of thumps didn't drown out the singer's voice.

Dreidi Xeraic | Adelle Bastiel | Raum Varad | Tessa Thayne​

 

[Dreidi Xeraic]

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Location: Sundari
Outfit: Dathomiri robes
Companion: Grisial
Equipment: Lightsaber, Ichor sword and Dathomiri Energy Bow
Tag: Adelle Bastiel | Tessa Thayne | Raum Varad | Vytal Noctura

"Go ahead and sell me out and I'll lay your chit bare." Dreidi continued to sing, her eyes closed to avoid the nerves of being observed. It had been a while since she performed in front of anyone who was not her son, however, if this would help boost the morale then Dreidi was keen to assist. Especially if it meant they did not have to listen to the caterwauling of some others.

Hearing drums pounding, Dreidi opened her eyes and looked over, noticing another witch with drums. Dreidi gave a grin and nodded her head in appreciation. "See how I'll leave with every piece of you. Don't underestimate the things that I will do. There's a fire starting in my heart. Reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark."

Reaching forward, Dreidi twisted her hand and began to grow the fires around them. Letting them dance, flittering and moving in time with the beats. Why not make this a celebration before a battle, get people excited and pumped. Lingering on the dark thoughts of the inevitable was inviting fear and failure into the heart.

"The scars of your love remind me of us.

They keep me thinking that we almost had it all

The scars of your love they me breathless.

I can't help feeling.

We could have had it all!"

While Dreidi knew her voice was never a match for the original singer of the song, there was her own tones and rhythm. Making sure that it fitted to how Dreidi sang and it reminded her that the singing all started because she wanted to reclaim her voice after learning she was naturally gifted with Force Scream and Force Bellow. Control and strengthen her vocal chords. But it kick started her love for music.

 

[Raum Varad]

LOAFING AROUND
Tags: Adelle Bastiel | Tessa Thayne | Dreidi Xeraic | Vytal Noctura ​

Raum was mid-shout when the hall shifted. The noise thinned. A new voice cut through it, low and rough and controlled. He stopped swaying and actually listened. The witch's voice rolled over the tables, strong enough to pin a man in place. Then the fire answered her call, flames bending and rising with the rhythm.

Raum blinked. Well I'll be damned.

For a moment he just stood there, breathing hard. That was no tavern trick. That was power. The kind you respected.

Thud.

The bread roll smacked him square in the forehead. He went still. Slowly, very slowly, he turned toward the source. His face twisted into an exaggerated scowl, eyes narrowing at the woman with the mug.

"Did you just assault a war hero?" he demanded.

He bent, picked up the roll, inspected it like evidence, then took a savage bite out of it. "Good throw," he added around a mouthful. "Bit dry."

Raum hopped down from the table and dragged a chair across the stone floor, dropping into it far too close to the two women. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, watching the witch sing as fire curled at her command.

"Alright," he muttered, impressed despite himself. "She can stay."

His gaze flicked sideways. "You," he said to the bread-thrower, pointing the half-eaten roll at her, "if you'd aimed better I might've fallen off and broken something important. Then I'd have to duel you at dawn. And I look terrible at dawn."

He glanced at the other woman with the creature in her lap. "Is that thing judging me? Because I feel judged."

The witch's voice swelled again. Raum leaned back slightly, grin softer now.

"Fine," he said under his breath. "I'll shut up."

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[Tessa Thayne]

Dreidi Xeraic Vytal Noctura Adelle Bastiel Raum Varad

An eyebrow arched, slow and steady as she peered over her mug at the self proclaimed war hero. she didn't answer his demand, she simply took a drink and held his gaze. Daring, almost. Until he took a savage bite out of the bread roll. She laughed tension bleeding from her. Shaking her head she turned to the woman who'd asked her name and straightened to offer a hand to shake. "I'm Tess."

She was about to offer more when the sounds of a chair scraping across the floor made her look round and she groaned as the drunk singer flopped into it close. "I don't think I'd have to worry about suffering your face at dawn if a bread roll could take you down. Wouldn't be much of a duel." she replied with a wry smile.

The deep boom of a drum sent a wave of something through her, igniting something she couldn't quite put her finger on. Her eyes roamed over the two women as she sat back simply to watch. "They don't make women like that anywhere else in the galaxy." She said in a low voice so only the pair close to her could hear.

 

[Adelle Bastiel]

Tags: Dreidi Xeraic | Tessa Thayne | Raum Varad | Vytal Noctura

Adelle took the offered hand in a warrior’s grip, grasping the forearm instead of the hand.

“Adelle,” she said. She leaned back in her chair, enjoying the show—well, as much as she could with someone dragging a chair across the floor, scraping and protesting the entire way. Loudmouth McGee fell into the chair he dragged, far too close to know the meaning of personal space. Adelle could smell every drink he’d had that night on his breath.

Tess was the first to respond to him. And with every word, Adelle’s smirk and her respect for the woman grew. The blonde wasn’t wearing armor, just the clothes of a spacer—then again, so was Adelle—and she didn’t carry herself like a Mando, but she certainly had the fight and spine of one.

Adelle lifted an eyebrow when Loudmouth asked if Phantom was judging him.

“Always,” she said. “The better question is how she’s judged you.”

Phantom’s tail flicked up and an ear twitched as her nose wrinkled in the man’s direction.

“That means you need a bath. Several, preferably.”

A drum kept time and rhythm with Dreidi’s song, adding weight to the already present emotion to the lyrics being sung defiantly. Adelle peered around the pale witch and saw Vytal not far off, drum in hand.

At Tess’s murmuring, Adelle nodded and brought her drink close.

“They should’ve called the planet Damn-thomir,” she agreed, and took a drink.

 

[Vytal Noctura]

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Vytal watched as Dreidi reached out to the elemental forces to add another level to the performance. The pale Witch nodded as the rhythm remain true to her Sister's singing.

While her own performance was not that of some professional, galactic-level drummer that would twirl sticks and wave their sticks wildly between various instruments, Vytal's cadence, strength, and timber was not unpolished. In a different song, she might have shown a few techniques possible on a single war drum. This one, however, was not meant to drown out the singer or be flashy for its own sake.

Dreidi's voice and the song she'd chosen were quite remarkable, actually. The song had a story to it. A soul. Vytal couldn't say she was a fan of galactic music often times. Perhaps she should ask her fellow Witch that might be more familiar with a library of songs what would be appreciated? Not that young Nightsisters would be impressed being ignorant of such music, but best if their Warden wasn't obvious to the cultures she was meant to interact with.

Dreidi Xeraic | Adelle Bastiel | Tessa Thayne | Raum Varad​

 

[Dreidi Xeraic]

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Location: Sundari
Outfit: Dathomiri robes
Companion: Grisial
Equipment: Lightsaber, Ichor sword and Dathomiri Energy Bow
Tag: Adelle Bastiel | Tessa Thayne | Vytal Noctura | Raum Varad

The flames shifted and moved in time with the beat but some changed, forming shapes and figures. Dreidi using her Magick to form images of the Mandalorians battling Diarchy forces. Crushing the enemies and dominating the future battles that would come. Was it a prophetic display? Unlikely, Dreidi just knew that showing a resounding success would be far more uplifting to the audience that placing any realism or potential risks of defeat. She was doing all this to lift the spirits of her comrades so Dreidi was determined to give it her all.

"Rolling in the deep,

You had my heart inside of your hand,

And you played it to the beat."

The flames lowered down, slowing down.

"Baby, I have no story to be told,

But I've heard one on you, now I'm gunna make your head burn,

Think of me in the depths of your despair,

Make a home down there, as mine sure won't be shared."

From here, the flames started to grown once more, rising to the beat of the song as it lifted up to the chorus once again. Dreidi hoping that the song was going down well and that her intentions were going down well.

"The scars of your love remind me of us,

They keep me thinking that we almost had it all,

The scars of your love, they leave me breathless,

I can't help feeling,

We could've had it all,

Rolling in the deep,

You had my heart inside of your hand,

And you played it to the beat,

Could've had it all, rolling in the deep, you had my heart inside of your hand. But you played it, with a beating."

 

[Raum Varad]

NAP TIME

Tags: Tessa Thayne | Adelle Bastiel | Vytal Noctura | Dreidi Xeraic ​

Raum snorted at Tess's jab, rubbing his forehead where the bread had struck him. "Wouldn't be much of a duel," he echoed. "You're right. I'd win too fast."

He shot Adelle a look at the comment about the bath. He lifted his arm, sniffed inside his vambrace, then shrugged. "Smells like victory," he said. "And stew."

The creature's tail flicked again. He pointed at it. "If it bites me, I'm biting back."

Then the witch's voice swelled again, stronger, flames rising and twisting into shapes. He watched the fire form Mandalorians cutting down Diarchy soldiers, helmets unmistakable, blades flashing. His grin widened.

Now that's more like it.

He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, eyes reflecting orange light. For a moment he forgot the drink, forgot the women, forgot the room. Just fire and war and the promise of it. He could almost smell blaster smoke.

"They don't make women like that anywhere else in the galaxy," Tess murmured.

Raum huffed. "Good. Galaxy couldn't handle it."

The chorus hit again. Louder. Higher. Flames surging with it. And then, slowly, the edge wore off.

He scrubbed a hand over his face. The drink was catching up. The bench felt softer than it had a moment ago. The fire was still impressive, the voice still strong, but his head started to pound in time with the drum.

"Alright," he muttered. "She's incredible. We get it."

He pushed to his feet, swaying. "Wake me when we're killing something."

Raum stumbled away from the table, weaving through bodies and laughter. He found his cot by memory more than sight and collapsed onto it armor and all.

Just a short nap, he told himself.

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[Vytal Noctura]

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Vytal would match the strength of Dreidi's vocals with the drum. It would scale exactly, but the more fervent her words the more insistent the beat. A handful of times when there was a natural break in the lyrics, the sticks would even sharply clack against the edge of the taunt skin.

When it came time for the culmination of her effort, the drum would go silent so her voice would linger with the crowd.

Carefully, the pale Witch set the drum aside and slowly rose to her feet. She wanted to drift over to where the Sister stood before any might think to crowd the woman. Perhaps that was not the Mandalorian Way, but Vytal was no wallflower. Better she be proactively assertive rather than tossing bodies out of her way by being a step too late.

"Sister," Vytal greeted as she drew near. "You have a strong heart and soul. May these warriors know it true. Tis not often I find our number among them. It pleases me. I am Vytal Noctura of the Sanctum Inferis Arce." There was a slight pause before she added, "Warden of Dathomir." Perhaps more in the future, but this was of a thing yet to pass. "Would you join me for a drink?"

Dreidi Xeraic
Adelle Bastiel | Tessa Thayne | Raum Varad​

 

[Tessa Thayne]

Tags: Adelle Bastiel Raum Varad Dreidi Xeraic Vytal Noctura

“They should’ve called the planet Damn-thomir,”

Tessa's head turned slowly to look at Adelle, her expression deadpan. Damn-thomir? She mouthed, shaking her head slowly, the corners of her mouth twitching as she fought back a laugh. "I wanna tell you you should be ashamed of that, but I can't think of anything better so," she lifted her mug in a salute. "Damnthomir it is."

She watched the drunkard get up, requesting an alarm call when the fighting began and had to resist the urge to stick out a leg as he staggered off. "Night Princess." she called after him, before moving the chair he'd so callously shoved between her and Adelle and shifted a little closer as the witches finished their song, cheers rising.

Tessa watched them with an appreciative smile before sighing and turning back to the table.

"I really should visit Dathomir again, its always a blast." she refilled her mug, stomach not at all ready for food. "You ever been?"

 

[Hubert Starhopper]

Objective: Fix 'Er Up



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Gear: Tool-Kit, Custom Blaster Pistol



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Hubert stares into the innards of this decrepid, isolated dedication to times' inevitable wearing... Something about it simultaniously callng to him, and warning him deep in his gut- the kind of feeling you would get in your gut when an ex-lover comes back into the picture. Excited, hopeful, anxious, timid...

Afraid...

His dim light shines around the confines of the old ship, the task at hand subconsciously being shoved aside as his eyes gander along the older equipment left behind, the parts within that hadn't been stripped and repurposed. He can see what it looked like before time ravaged it so harshly. Before its previous owner kicked the bucket and left it in the hands of its demolishers- Hubert now being one of them.

He places a hand against the wall of the ship, a small mixture of dust and rust falls from where his hand touches, raining to the floor in a tiny little cloud. Silently, he gives his thanks to the machine, for what it endured before, and what it endures now- trapped until its last speck of rust deteriorates in an everlong cry of malpractice. With a couple of light, heartfelt pats, and a deep sigh carrying a cloud of cigarette smoke from Huberts nostrils, the hunt begins.

He pops open the maintenance hatch and crawls within the tight space, holding his light between his teeth to keep his hands free. This allows him to poke his fingers through the grates above him and use it as a sort of ladder to traverse the tight tunnel a little easier. It is dark, dirty, and cramped. It seems as if at one point or another, a similar situation happened with this ship. Some critter or another found its new home in here, and lived a semi-peaceful life.

Until it didn't... At least it died doing what it loved-

Being a stupid damn rodent eating and crapping out everything in sight. Thank the maker that it died near the core- that isn't what he's here for. He makes his way to the power converter, and can't help himself but laugh out in happiness. It seems a little old and rusted, but dammit- what isn't on the Star-Scraper? With not-so-delicate hands, Hubert unfastens the power converter and lies it on top of his chest before scooting himself along the grates of the tunnel back the way he came.

Once he is out, he closes the hatch and steps out of the ship, shivering that sensation of dread away that seems to cling to that ship like a plague, as well as a film of dust and dirt that stuck to his back like glue. He takes a drag from his cigarette and starts back over to the Star-Scraper, hoping and praying that the converter will fit his ship.

It should, but who knows? The stubborn girl has always given Hubert more touble than she should since the day he scrapped her back together on Tatooine. But, she's a loyal ship- no matter what happens, she comes back for another try, and there's something about that fact that Hubert has grown rather fond of.

Now if only she had guns...

 

[Dreidi Xeraic]

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Location: Sundari
Outfit: Dathomiri robes
Companion: Grisial
Equipment: Lightsaber, Ichor sword and Dathomiri Energy Bow
Tag: Vytal Noctura | Adelle Bastiel | Tessa Thayne | Raum Varad

The climax of the song was coming and Dreidi knew that she needed to nail this part to ensure that the entire performance went down well. It wasn't just about representing Dathomir in a positive light, it wasn't about showing that people like her were capable of having fun even if they looked to be the furthest from that idea. This was now a sense of pride in the fact that Dreidi could sing and she was good at singing.

"Throw your soul through every open door,

Count your blessings to find what you look for,

Turn my sorrow into treasured gold,

You'll pay me back in kind and reap just what you've sown.

We could've had it all,

We could've had it all, yeah,

It all, it all , it all."

Her emotions in the song reached a fever pitch but it was brought in deliberately. It did not cause her to choke like others might have suffered. She was using it to add weight to the lyrics, to show the impact that this song could have.

"We could've had it all,

Rolling in the deep,

You had my heart inside of your hand,

And you played it to the beat,

Could've had it all,

Rolling in the deep,

You had my heart inside of your hand,

But you played it, you played it, you played it,

You played it to the beat."

The song reached the crescendo and Dreidi lingered for a moment as the song ended. Just feeling the warmth of nerves wash over her as she finished the song that she randomly started up. Being lost in her performance, Dreidi didn't even know if she had put on a performance that others enjoyed or if her singing had gone on for far too long and others were not appreciative of Dreidi taking up too much time. It was difficult to assess these things while singing. Dreidi could only wish that it was something that was considered a success.

When she looked around, there were a few that had left, Dreidi chewed on her bottom lip as she considered apologising for overdoing it with her singing but before any words could escape from her, Dreidi noticed that Vytal approached and Dreidi gave a respectful bow to the fellow witch.

"I remember you, when Mandalore came to Dathomir and named you warden. I am sorry that some of the other witches attempted to defy such titles." Dreidi had noticed that many of the voices that stood against the Mandalorians faded away. Chasing other goals perhaps. Dreidi remained and she had thought it made sense Vytal take the role after her history with the Mandalorians. Dreidi held no dreams for authority or desires to take roles like that. It wasn't something that Dreidi pursued anymore. Those days faded once Aileni had been born. Her priorities were always him now, and that was not fair for a leader in Dreidi's mind.

Shrugging her shoulders at the thought of her performance going over well with the Mandalorians. "It's always tough to motivate a crowd heading to possible death. But we do our best. I appreciate your words of kindness." Dreidi was glad someone enjoyed the effort she had made, "on one hand, they risk endangering Dathomir with this attack. On the other, if the words of their leader rings true, Dathomir could be endangered if nothing happened. Better to ensure the opposition never got the chance to retaliate and that means stepping up and honouring the agreement made with Mandalore." She would fight the battles he charged into as long as Dathomir was kept safe from threats.

The hesitation over stating Vytal's title as warden did cause Dreidi to narrow her eyes, the witch was sharp and she knew that it either meant the title was not secure for Vytal or it was going to change into more significant. A title of larger implications. However, Dreidi was not going to leap to conclusions and she was sure such things would be discussed and decided long before it was announced. At least, Dreidi hoped it would be.

"It would be rude of me to refuse a fellow witch," Dreidi laughed softly as she allowed Vytal to lead the way to the drinks. Figuring that the witch would know where the best drinks for the pair to consume would be.

 

[Adelle Bastiel]

Tags: Tessa Thayne | Dreidi Xeraic | Raum Varad

Adelle scoffed and raised her eyebrow at Loudmouth and his claims about Phantom biting. “She wouldn’t touch you with a four meter pole.”

Tess's dry comment earned a chuckle.

“Unfortunately for you, I have no shame,” Adelle said, flashing a mischeivous grin at Tess and raising her mug back. Corellia’s fires still burned in the back of her mind but they had quieted to a dull roar, and the weight of tomorrow’s beskar’gam eased from her chest.

She snorted a laugh at Tess’s name for the drunkard and took a long draught of her ne’tra gal. With the pressures of current events no longer squeezing her chest, Adelle finally felt like she could manage some food. She grabbed a roll from the pile of ammunition Tess had used earlier when the other woman talked about Dathomir.

“No, but maybe I should,” Adelle said, nodding her head towards the two witches as she tore a piece of the roll off to put in her mouth. “The dark-haired one is Vytal Noctura , Warmaster of the Iron Wolves. I answer to her.”

 

[Vytal Noctura]

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"I expected it," Vytal replied regarding some Witches opposing the Mandalorian presence. "But I did not expect how viscerally t'would feel." A bark of laughter followed. "I spent... much time in the Nether fighting horrors for the sake of my SIsters. I had been away a long time. They did not know me. But that did not lessen the sting of their words. What is past has passed, and I thank you for your remembrance."

Difficult to motivate a crowd facing death? Not if there was a cause worthy of song. "Isolation guarantees nothing, but that we stand alone when the fleets arrive. Since that day," which Dreidi recalled, "I have spent time reaching out to the clans to convince them of the intentions of the Mand'alor. We do not need to become servants to find allies to protect our home." Dathomir hadn't weathered the decades or centuries well for its desire to remain apart from others. Most Mandalorian gatherings did not mistreat their world, but those that skulked through the darkness between Mandalorian gatherings had. Why should Witches not ensure a more worth-while ally remain steady and true?

Vytal's smiles never grew large with burdens long born schooling her expression, but an upturn to the corners of her lips followed Dreidi's acceptance. With a nod, the pale Witch turned to lead the way over to the Mandalorians' stash.

"Do you drink alcohol?" she asked before an order was placed. Best not to assume Dreidi would appreciate the stiffer drinks of Mandalorians. Dathomir had its own brews, of course. Saved for special occasions. Today was such. For the days to follow, and the company.

Dreidi Xeraic
Adelle Bastiel | Tessa Thayne | Raum Varad​

 

[Tessa Thayne]

Tessa reflected Adelle's mischievous grin, instantly confident in the fact that not only was she likely to get into trouble with this woman, but she would have a blast doing so.

When Adelle began reaching for food, she felt obliged to at least put something on her plate, settling for a bread roll that she picked at slowly, pulling it apart, without eating any of it the knot that sat in her stomach refusing to ease. Her gaze drifting to Vytal as Adelle explained who she was. Warmaster of the Iron Wolves. She filed the information away for later use, knowing she'd have to pin her mother down at some point and at least try to learn who was who.

"Noted." she said. "You should, they'll blow your mind in more ways than one." A chit eating grin crept across her face as she peered over her mug at Adelle.

Adelle Bastiel

 

[Adelle Bastiel]

Tags: Tessa Thayne

Adelle matched the osik-eating grin with one of her own, before finishing the bit of roll in her mouth. The more she spoke with this stranger, the more she liked her. If they survived the invasion tomorrow, Adelle would have to see about hanging out with Tess again.

“I’m sure they would,” she said after swallowing the bite of bread. “And I’m sure I’d enjoy at least one of those ways. However, I’m also a fan of keeping my brain inside my skull. So I’d probably need a guide to keep me from getting myself into trouble.”

She tore another piece of roll off, fiddling with it idly for a moment, eyes full of mirth and mischief. “You, though, sound like you know from experience.”

“Learn anything interesting?”

 

[Dreidi Xeraic]

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Location: Sundari
Outfit: Dathomiri robes
Companion: Grisial
Equipment: Lightsaber, Ichor sword and Dathomiri Energy Bow
Tag: Vytal Noctura

Dreidi snorted, "some believe themselves to know best for Dathomir but hardly know the place they claim home. It is good that you can leave it behind you, the correct decision was made and hopefully in time everyone will realise that." Dreidi stated as she followed Vytal, listening closely. She nodded her head, other clans were already reached out to and discussing the Manda'lore's goals. "Well, hopefully in time they will understand your reasoning to want to help him with this campaign." Dreidi looked over to Vytal.

"Aye, I do." Dreidi smiled warmly as she placed her hands on her hips, Dreidi wondered what this battle was going to be like. It had been a while since Dreidi jumped into war, she usually focused on other matters but now that the performance was over and she had the time to think about it. The last time she had fought in a war like this, it had been when she was nearly bisected by a Sith Lord. Back when she had been a Jedi Padawan. Years ago, so many that she that the power she would be wielding now was going to be something drastically different to the skills she had back then.

Looking over the drinks, she figured that there was going to be one in mind that Vytal had in mind for them both to drink. "Last time I was heading to war, I was still a child. Before I became more of a witch and was still mostly Jedi." While she still considered herself linked to both worlds. Each day passing, Dreidi felt more tied to Dathomir and less tethered to the Jedi. Many Jedi burned her, pushed her away. While she knew that the High Republic and their Jedi Order did not have the same views or mentality. It was hard to let go of the feelings and memories she had of before.

"My mother spent a lot of time in the nether. It can be a dangerous place to be for any length of time. Though I am sure people say the same for Dathomir." Dreidi chuckled softly.

 

[Tessa Thayne]

Tessa let you a low laugh tearing another piece of bread away from the roll dropping it on her plate. “You mean besides that fact that spellweaving is not the only thing their hands are good at?”

Her smile widened as she reached for her mug, taking a drink meeting Adelle’s mischievous eyes as she waggled her eyebrows over the rim of the drink. Setting it down she shook her head at herself.

“In all seriousness, they’re some of the most talented force practitioners out there. Taught me how to hide an entire ship without a cloaking device. Well worth the visit.”

 

[Vytal Noctura]

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Mandalorians had plenty of drinks, but with any number of them drinking alcohol it seemed the Witches should participate to show camaraderie. Not that Vytal intended to get half as drunk as some of the souls present. Emerald eyes panned over the selection before she chose one of the bottles and collected the glasses.

Dreidi Xeraic 's words registered, but they didn't sound out of place until she mentioned being mostly a Jedi at the time. "A Jedi child at war?" That didn't sound at all like the Jedi. The bottle came uncorked and soon the clear liquid poured into one glass and then the other. "Strange roads you walk, Dreidi. I do not think little of Jedi, but there way is unlike our own. At least many Covens." There were a few that specialized in 'Light' magick. Vytal hailed from a traditional Nightsister Coven, herself, and despite studying other ways remain largely a wielder of 'Dark' magick. "If you would lend me your time, and have interest, perhaps you would tell me of it?" How had a Sister found her way back home after being among Jedi?

Vytal slowly passed one of the glasses over to Dreidi. "They are. Both will consume the unprepared." A sharp snort punctuated her thought. "The Nether can consume even the prepared. Far too many of late think it a place to explore and use as a means of travel. T'will find the spirits taking an interest to them far more trouble than convenience is worth."

With her own glass lifted, Vytal gave Dreidi a small, dark smile. "To the allies and friends in dark places."

Dreidi Xeraic​