Nimue Stormson
Empress of Effekt
The Empress of Effekt had finally crafted for herself an ideal weapon. Another symbol of how her planet and people were growing all the more closer to joining the Galactic Society as a whole. As a force user it only seemed fitting for Nimue Stormson to have in her possession a lightaber of her own. It had been a unique one as well, a hilt with a cross-guard shape that allowed for two smaller blades to poke out from the side. Having discovered the schematics for how to construct one she found it all the more fitting, a reflection of her own planet's warrior-like image and background. But having a great weapon was nothing if you didn't know how to use it.
While Nimue had received some training in the past she felt her saber combat was not fully honed. She needed more. She wanted more. She wanted to be a competent warrior. She'd already had a slight advantage over the many she fought during the grand civil war of her planet, her current skills with the Force being her secret weapon against her enemies. But when it came to fighting with actual weapons her victories were only because the person was too wounded or she was very lucky. While no one else had ever questioned it the Empress felt it was time to actually train herself. But rather than one of her own warriors, who had never wielded a lightsaber before, the Empress felt outside help was needed.
Word had been sent to many of the blade masters and skilled trainers in the galaxy to come to Effekt at the reward of being paid handsomely for their time. Some had answered but the very first was one who called himself [member="Kezeroth the Malevolent"] . An interesting title that had caught Nimue's attention. He would be the first to be allowed to train her; the others having their chances if she felt this man was unsatisfactory. A message had been sent that would inform him of where to come once he arrived on Effekt itself.
The old area outside the capital city had rarely been visited. The few who did were often warriors wishing to train under the eyes of the spirits of the great heroes and legends of the past, who were said to watch over and even bless those who would train there. It was something of a divine gift many had hoped to claim by being there. Whether or not Nimue herself belived in it she never said, but she did find the area ideal for combat training. She'd arrived with a small escort and carriage from the royal palace while dressed in attire suitable for training. A tunic and leggings while bands were strapped around her arms and her hair kept in a bun as to not fly around in her eyes.
As she waited Kezeroth's arrival she hoped he would find the await escort at the landing pad suitable. If anything she was rather anxious to meet a man who gave himself the title of "the Malevolent".
