Iamus' bastard
~ Location: Olmondo (rebuilt capital), Ruusan ~
~Equipment: (in signature) ~ Tag: [member="Michael Sardun"] ~
Ghost stories.
The kind of tale that dwelt on the tongues of the Ruusanians and the ghastly beings the allededely walked the grounds of yonder Valley were enough alone to make the Sargius Novians' skin crawl, not to mention how they affected her together. The superstition to be found here was in almost direct opposition to the myths of Sargus Novis: the latter was for the most part a beautiful and hopeful understanding of their world, the former a callous and horrifying rendition.
"The spirits of the Jedi who were trapped there, but freed and died elsewhere, were pulled back," one resident had told her when she asked about the Valley.
"I heard that if they find a live Jedi wandering around, they'll cut the Force out of you and leave you for dead in the surrounding desert," another had claimed.
She had heard a few more, directly and by way of whispers intercepted by Theran Force-listening. In any case, even if she hadn't, she certainly didn't want to visit the Force nexus here now. The idea for a trip had come out of a history class discussion about the place and Eustachya had decided the rest. But not she was regretting it. Her enthusiasm for Jedi history seemed curse-like.
As she walked down the alleyways of the shanty-town capital, she kept her hand atop the golden lightsaber at her belt, resting her palm over the interlocking snake heads. It made her feel a little better--the comfort of knowing her weapon was with her, even though she was far from the best bladeswoman.
But it failed to instill in her the confidence to go on, and that much she knew. In fact, she had stood at the approximate outskirt of the town, attempting to make the first onward step easier for herself. It wasn't though; somehow, it was even more impossible. An invisible wall stood before her, on the threshold, or maybe her feet grew tree roots. Either way, any attempt to progress was only one of retreat. Finally, the padawan desisted with a mighty sigh and reentered the capital.
Whatever to do now? she thought. To return to the Silver Rest and never speak of this seemed the best choice of action...except tell her classmate Bren if she asked, and maybe Pash, but be sure to swear them to utmost secrecy.