The shard of Onrai took a seat across from Lossa within the mindscape in question; waves lapping at both their feet as they remained seated. Figures began to manifest on the rims of the board, game pieces that seemed very different from the usual dejarik board’s pieces and parcels. A crimson-scaled, half-serpentine woman wielding a two handed polearm with a blade on its end was yet visible, the first piece that Onrai snared and placed on the game field.
“Have you ever wondered where your species came from?” She asked, looking down at the game board, observing the reptilian movements of the unusual creature. It resembled the living form of the abomination whose visage had been pressed into Lossa’s mind all that time ago. That had been a pastiche, a lich’s attempt to modify the remains of her festering flesh into a more familiar form, but this simulacra was different. Next to its form coalesced a maleficent construct, a being wrapped in a yellow robe with a grotesque mask. Onrai personally picked this being up and gave it a shake, to which it looked up at her, a hand raised to remove its mask in question, only for Onrai to give it a finger to not do so.
“The Immortal Gods of the Sith took the most beautiful of that species as their consorts. They polluted them. Defiled them and produced malevolent spawn that became known as the Witch-Queens. Their Ssither servants likewise mingled with Sith priestesses, creating a race of malevolent beings known as the Lamiae. Joyous depravity in all things was the purpose of their kind, and so it was that when the Witch-Queens and the Lamiae fought, the latter were driven away, guided by the spirits of those who they had slain to another world.”
Another piece, a crone, siphoning the life force of another being who was yet turned into a beautiful yet vindictive woman once again.
“In time their serpentine traits were bred out courtesy of the merchant fleets they had seduced through their glamours to the now-ruined world of Seidhkona, a place as epicurean and hedonistic then as Zeltros was now. Their empathic abilities flourished, and when their populations grew too great, so it was that the younger generations of their kind were sent off to a world they called Zeltros - a combination of Zelt, an ancient word for camp, and Otros, a world meaning ‘other.’” She motioned to the game board, such a Zeltronian simulacra having yet appeared on the other side of the dejarik board.
“You are a Jedi, regardless of what you may yet be insofar as galactic species go - what do you know of the Sith? The ancients, not the revival of the revival of the cult that exists today.” Onrai’s eyes looked at Lossa, seeking to observe precisely what it was that the woman knew. The memories that had been imprinted within her mind were there, but whether she looked at them or otherwise accepted their importance was something else entirely.
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