Luna

[Vereshin]

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A pale moon rose over a forest far away from any population on Dantooine. Whispers stirred beneath the trees and flowing water as a spear of opaque smoke ran through lavender clouds. The smoke gathered on a bridge crowning the base of a large waterfall, growing thick and gathering on the moss covered planks. Ashen particles dispersed their space to take the shape of two dark figures, their garments flowing in obsidian and pooling as the fragments of smoke connected to bring form to the couple.

Vereshin landed on his pointed toes with Pom in his arm while the witch nearly fell clean into the river as the apparition faded. He gripped her shoulders in shock and pulled her away just in time. She fell backwards into his chest and and he placed a discrete kiss on the top of her head as they both regained their balance. They were truly perfect for each other, in size and profession. He released Pom and allowed her to look around the forest. Chants and sinister growls rose from within and the remnants of a Primeval cult threatened the stability of the Sith regime.

"Be on your guard, Pomst. Illusions and traps may be planted by our enemy to deceive us." The Sith sorcerer held a finger to his lips in a gesture of silence. He took her hand and helped her off the other side of the bridge and onto the grass. The orb entwined with pewter roses on Pom's neck absorbed the shadows into the mass of dark matter, creating an adequate body of light for them to see. "The Primeval operated as a cult of mages and witches before the fall of Mirial, we must infiltrate their ranks and bind them to the will of the Sith." As a sorcerer of the Sith, Vereshin accompanied the Dathomir witch in search of the remainder of the group, with the intention of planting the Imperial seed of influence.

Vereshin and Pom stood before a winding pathway, which hid a labyrinth of roads and stone passages which the two arcane users would have to bypass in order to infiltrate the cult who made their residence in the heart of the forest. The expedition would hopefully benefit the arcane ranks of each of them. Dark energy seethed from within and Vereshin detected a disturbance in the Force, wondering silently to himself if the cult members had awakened an entity through their rituals or if their creations in alchemy had turned on them. No doubt the strange beasts within the woods would provide useful samples for Pom.

[member="Pom Stych Tivé"]

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

‘Abeloth, our beloved Mother, behold me.’ Pom Stych Tivé held her scepter in her right hand. Her large crystal glowed with a swirling green ember. A look in her eyes, would be one which [member=Vereshin] had never before witnessed. It is determined, serious, alert, and most notably inhuman. She had meditated during their trek to the planet, in communion with her goddess of the darkside of the living force. She would walk as Abeloth’s representative here, an honor she deems most sacred. A glimmer of the unworldly shimmers within the black iris of her eyes.

‘Grant me sight,’ she bid in silent observance, as she nodded in acknowledgment that she heard Vereshin's warning.

The sorceress could feel a dark essence swirling in a vortex, as she stood facing the border of the forest, the power luring her by leading straight to their intended, like a direct invitation, unknowing, unsuspecting. Pomst had faith that her offering to serve her goddess, as a devoted Nightsister, would appear more worthy than that of any ordinary priestess. Pomst believe wholeheartedly that her daily worship, merits her victory today, and any day.

On her person, she carried with her the most dreaded of Nightsister potions, the Blood Trail which she intended specifically for the primeval’s high priestess and her petty male servant magus; Pom’s chauvinism most prominent while she relented her body to render the bidding of Abeloth. Towards Vereshin however, Pomst would internally struggle to quell the harsh instincts of Abeloth, and instead render him proper respect, as would she the men of her family, notorious Sith. It required active consciousness however, to uphold this particular promise to him. Abeloth was never bound nor beloved unto any man. The godess preferred men solely for their thrills.

Pomst begged, ‘Please don't lead me to hurt him,’ to which the demon sent by her goddess only grinned back in sinister amusement. 'Devour,' resounded within Pomsty's head, the Nightsister's goddess would command. The young sorceress quivered in Vereshin's grasp while he held her body so close that he pressed against her. She tossed back her head and stared into the sky to focus her thoughts elsewhere.

Pomst saw in her mind’s eye, the dark energy lift upward from its origin deep in the forest, which had spread about over the land, cast by the witches of the primeval in their unholy gathering. The darkness took shape and reared before them as a massive beast which growled at the two new arrivals. Finally released from Vereshin's embrace, Pomst lifted her scepter and thrust its butt end into the dirt at her feet. Upon doing so, the green mist illuminating from Pomst’s crystal sprang from its prison unleashing the Nightsister's power and Will, who took flight to clash with the dark entity and dispel it from blocking the path of the two sorcerers.

As the two otherworldly entities collided, the forest rumbled with a sound likened to the approach of a storm. “So much for the element of surprise,” she said to Vereshin. “How about we Alter the Environment to bide us a little concealment during our approach?”

Pomst tipped her fingers into her coat pocket at her hip. Raising her hand she released a pinch of resin into the air, which caused the wind to immediately pick up around them. A brilliant light flashed in rapid succession and the boom of thunder rolled overhead. She hoped this development would provide them adequate cover and time to circumvent any traps which could be lingering along their path as she and Vereshin begin to venture through the woods towards the gathered cult.

 

[Vereshin]

A powerful presence surrounded the body of Vereshin's lover. She quivered fiercely while he held her in his arms, pulling her closer in attempt to restrain her while the demon demanded her conscience. The Sith sorcerer could hear no commands and remained devout to no gods. Entities existed as consciences bound to energy which could be manipulated as matter could be destroyed. As Pom flung her heads backwards in apparent torment, Vereshin stroked her shoulder and began to utter an incantation in the tongue of the Void to quell the energy. Syllables rolled off his soft voice as he chanted. The lyrical formula grew louder as he aided Pom in controlling the demon.

The cult dwelling within the forest summoned their own Force entity in the form of an incorporeal beast. Dark matter surged over the height of the trees and collided with Pom's demon as she stamped her scepter and unleashed them. Vereshin was thrown back on his feet slightly as a shaking force rippled through the forest. Satisfied, he regained his stance and wrapped a hand around Pom's waist as he watched the demon destroy the spirit beast. Leaves and branches trembled as members of the cult drew near.

"You mean distort light particles?" Vi poked fun at himself as he rubbed the shoulder of his significant other. Taking Pom's hand, he splayed another against the air and dissipated the light portraying both of their forms. He concealed their energy and made their presences in the force undetectable as they slipped through the forest. The dark matter in Pom's necklace and Vereshin's ring absorbed the darkness as they moved, casting lights of pale lavender and guiding their path. The light however, was masked by the blanket of energy Vereshin created. Drums sounded deep within the forest and grew louder as they pressed onward.

The drums belted dully amidst throat chanting and rustic bells. Cloaked figures emerged and made their way along the same path Vi and Pom crept along. He gripped her shoulders and pulled her aside, leaning into the crevice of a cliff face as cultists moved to and fro across the narrow road. As they huddled within the rocks, two members of the Primeval cult approached, masks hiding their features and scepters pointed in their grip. They hovered for a while before the invisible couple and tried to detect any traces of movement. One glared sharply to where the leaves creased beneath their feet and lunged his scepter towards the couple, countering the spell and pulling the cloak of energy directly away.

The couple stood exposed before their enemies. As soon as the mage countered the effect of his spell, Vereshin lunged a hand forward and conjured four figures, formed from energy and rising from the darkness behind the cultists. They took the shape of doppelgangers, resembling himself in every way, only they were mindless and considerably violent. The figures of Vereshin cackled deeply behind the cult mages, who turned around in bewilderment to greet the face of four other duplicates of the man before them. The doppelgangers extended their hands at the exact moment as each other and cast tendrils of energy which wrapped around the waists of the two foes and constricted them in a physical hold.

[member="Pom Stych Tivé"]