Absolute Knowledge Corrupts Absolutely

Tag: Jane lovett
Equipment: Marrow Blade
After the battle against the Mandalorians, Lady Marrow was ecstatic, her garden had been growing virulently in every direction after seeing more of the galaxy, the mycetic creature was finally beginning to feel like herself for the first time in the better part of a year of living on Kushibah. She had been opening trade of a sort with the creatures nearby, helping them grow rare plants and materials as the soil surrounding her mushroom palace was vivified in a way that was rare outside of the Witches of Dathomir. The idea of co-existing with the creatures around her had fundamentally changed her life on a level she had not expected, and it seemed that although the Kushiban feared her as something like a demon, her reputation had improved over recent years as she had been trying a little more to not kill or kidnap members for study.
Her forest had become something beautiful to behold, a central Tree that appeared not unlike a colossal willow tree which branched out to umbrella across a football stadium sized section of her forest which would expand out from its center like a botanical garden of winding paths, bizarre structures and trees which were sectioned off and ordered. Though, despite the differences in appearance, the faux layering of twisted life forms and bio-luminescent spores which permeated the air here, the deft would discover this garden, and even the Lady Marrow within them was really just a single gigantic life-form.
Rumors had been circling around about the creature who could control the forest, that she had been seen on a planet nearby as dozens of Mandalorian Commandos had a forest tear to life and begin swallowing and enveloping them out of nowhere. It had been fun, rampaging through the woods with the intent of playing with the silver coated humanoids who retreated from the onslaught firing their interesting thermal weapons which seemed to sing as they burned through the air. After the battle was done she'd spent hours pouring over the technology, their armour and symbols and learning about steels as well as the many interesting species that made them up. Going so far as to take a couple 'samples' to take home to the Garden for it to consume.
Her following battle however, hadn't gone so well. . . though she had recovered from her wounds as well as her Trauma thanks to efforts of the Shaper. It seemed that the verse was still a dangerous place, and that much of her trauma had been due to the death and raw power of the ambient force power staining the battlefield of Malachor V interferring with her connection to her Garden, making her far more suggestible and prone to panic. Being back home had her at ease. . .
Presently, Lady Marrow was at the edge of her Garden, visible to the outside world and beyond the point her spores were able to reach, cultivating the newly growing tendrils ensuring that they would grow in the directions that would be most aesthetically pleasing to herself and others. There were only a few people who considered her garden beautiful, but such opinions warmed her, pushing her forward to better tend to her otherwise deadly home. She would hum as she went around her business, her hair, little more than fibrous strands of auburn matter platted to replicate humanoid hair as her zeltron pink skin would differentiate from the knee high dress of plant matter she appeared to be wearing, her two long prehensile tails coming through holes that seemed to be put through it as they too would snip and clip plants with their razor sharp barbs.
Today seemed to be a good day.
Equipment: Marrow Blade
After the battle against the Mandalorians, Lady Marrow was ecstatic, her garden had been growing virulently in every direction after seeing more of the galaxy, the mycetic creature was finally beginning to feel like herself for the first time in the better part of a year of living on Kushibah. She had been opening trade of a sort with the creatures nearby, helping them grow rare plants and materials as the soil surrounding her mushroom palace was vivified in a way that was rare outside of the Witches of Dathomir. The idea of co-existing with the creatures around her had fundamentally changed her life on a level she had not expected, and it seemed that although the Kushiban feared her as something like a demon, her reputation had improved over recent years as she had been trying a little more to not kill or kidnap members for study.
Her forest had become something beautiful to behold, a central Tree that appeared not unlike a colossal willow tree which branched out to umbrella across a football stadium sized section of her forest which would expand out from its center like a botanical garden of winding paths, bizarre structures and trees which were sectioned off and ordered. Though, despite the differences in appearance, the faux layering of twisted life forms and bio-luminescent spores which permeated the air here, the deft would discover this garden, and even the Lady Marrow within them was really just a single gigantic life-form.
Rumors had been circling around about the creature who could control the forest, that she had been seen on a planet nearby as dozens of Mandalorian Commandos had a forest tear to life and begin swallowing and enveloping them out of nowhere. It had been fun, rampaging through the woods with the intent of playing with the silver coated humanoids who retreated from the onslaught firing their interesting thermal weapons which seemed to sing as they burned through the air. After the battle was done she'd spent hours pouring over the technology, their armour and symbols and learning about steels as well as the many interesting species that made them up. Going so far as to take a couple 'samples' to take home to the Garden for it to consume.
Her following battle however, hadn't gone so well. . . though she had recovered from her wounds as well as her Trauma thanks to efforts of the Shaper. It seemed that the verse was still a dangerous place, and that much of her trauma had been due to the death and raw power of the ambient force power staining the battlefield of Malachor V interferring with her connection to her Garden, making her far more suggestible and prone to panic. Being back home had her at ease. . .
Presently, Lady Marrow was at the edge of her Garden, visible to the outside world and beyond the point her spores were able to reach, cultivating the newly growing tendrils ensuring that they would grow in the directions that would be most aesthetically pleasing to herself and others. There were only a few people who considered her garden beautiful, but such opinions warmed her, pushing her forward to better tend to her otherwise deadly home. She would hum as she went around her business, her hair, little more than fibrous strands of auburn matter platted to replicate humanoid hair as her zeltron pink skin would differentiate from the knee high dress of plant matter she appeared to be wearing, her two long prehensile tails coming through holes that seemed to be put through it as they too would snip and clip plants with their razor sharp barbs.
Today seemed to be a good day.