Private Mistress' Lair

[Pom Stych Tivé]

N I G H T S I S T E R S
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Tag: Eina L'lerim-Vandiir | Caltin Vanagor​

From the planet Anzat this Mistress Malcontent lured a Jedi Padawan away from her mission among the safety of her Order into the Nightsisters' domain to introduce her to Darkness, for it was that the Nightsister saw a glint of Darkness' touch upon the child.

The history between this Nightsister and the Jedi is a rocky one, as suspected. Her initial introduction among the CIS, quite typical, forced her into the role of an outcast. Her personal story however, remarkably unimaginable, in that her Soul had literally been torn in two when warred over between Dathomir's God of Darkness and her Goddess of Light. Pomstychtivé from that moment forth existed as two separate life essences. That of Pom who lived as part of the Light was named Spasa. Spasa fought with persistence to redeem her original counterpart. Pom entertained the personal belief that the spirit of a being bends towards the alignment of the Force under which they are born. The war between Light and Dark is illogical. Such Force extremes are woven into the very fabric of the Galaxy and the spiritual realm. Their existence is inevitable, therefore there is no good, nor bad among them. While Spasa was persistent upon full redemption, the annoyed Nightsister was in turn committed to slay her intrusive Doppelgänger. Spasa had infiltrated the dark reaches of the sacred Nether, where she had no right to venture. Her presence aggravated the Fanged God of Dathomir confined to his quadrant, who in turn punished his Nightsister, Pomstychtivé. Success was eventually obtained through the grace of ancient Sith Magick, wrought from a mutual exchange, which helped further the newfound relationship between Pomstychtivé and Emperor Carnifex.

If anything matters considering all that is Holy in this galaxy, Pomstychtivé deems this heinous righteousness inbred upon the Jedi to initiate redemption upon all Darksiders, to be the most abhorrent trait of ALL BEINGS in existence!



Not many are capable of learning the underlying mysteries of Nightsister Magick. In fact, the children of coven members have ever been taught to master their spiritual environment during infancy. Such development supports the critical foundation of all required of them. That most outsiders are ignorant, Pom never inducted older students, but Lirri is still young and she seems touched with understanding. As a teacher, naturally this Mistress is dedicated to entertain her captive guest with meticulously plotted attempts to generate intrigue and warrant understanding. From the start, Pom would introduce young Lirri to all manner of aspects of Magick, its ritual, and most importantly proving the relationship between the Darkside of the Force and Magickal feats. The Darkside warped in a controlled manner, merely exists as a tool to achieve perfected meticulous results. The Nightsister would answer all questions posed her, additionally providing proof of her stance. Pom would obliterate all manner for distraction, including the tracking of Time, so that Lirri shall be incapable to discern exactly how long she has been away from her people. Nothing else matters here aside from Magickal conquest!



The Nightsisters' Covens are nestled deep within land enchanted with volatile intent, including many natural perils that lay in wait for outsiders, Rancors and carnivorous plant-life, zombies, Demons, and monstrous creatures which live in the murky swamp. For the regular guy, the non Force Sensitives, men untrained in combat, and especially those of lesser guile, surely defeat shall entail. Force Masters however, and those worthy of high ranking military titles, when focused and cautious, on their game and quick to react, those Blessed by Higher Powers have been known to defeat such security mechanisms upon approach.​

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[Caltin Vanagor]

The Force had a sense of humor.

The Force worked in mysterious ways.

The Force could be a gigantic pain in the… well you know.

Caltin woke up suddenly from a dream, at least that is what some would call it. He knew better, he was being drawn somewhere, pulled by the Force. That meant to him that someone was in trouble and he was needed. Sure, the massive Jedi Master could, and probably should speak to some of the others, but his experience told him that he had to go and go now. He could handle himself and call for help along the way if necessary. This was an old mistake that he seemed to repeat unfortunately and he knew it, but the big guy knew that now was no time to dwell on it.

Gathering some things he needed, as well as making arrangements to borrow a ship, he was off. As the ship exited orbit, Caltin closed his eyes and focused on what he was experiencing. He was being drawn by the dark side, no, not quite “dark” as in Sith, but…

Dathomir.

Great, again.

The more he thought he was done dealing with that planet, the more the Force pulled him there. If he did not know better, Vanagor would say that the Force wanted him to be a witch. Okay, that was a bad joke, but still, it was ridiculous. What could be happening on the planet that would pull him to it? Only one way to find out. Setting the nav-computer, Caltin took to reading up on what has happened on and around the planet in question over the past 800 years. The massive Jedi Master was under no illusion that he would get much information on it, but it was worth the shot.

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

N I G H T S I S T E R S
L A I R​

Tag: Caltin Vanagor​

Normally the Matriarch would be found satisfying the calling of ancestral spirits from the Bone Temple which is located within the center of her coven grounds. But never in its history would it even be imagined an outsider or heretic could even step foot over her threshold and survive the eons of Magick emanating which upholds this Holy domain. Her old stomping grounds had been arranged to accommodate her guest. Books of all topics were available to the young girl. Already, the subject of botany had proven its worth in Potion brewing. The Nightsister demonstrated how a stable brew resulted out of prime ingredients, and failure from overlooked details.

Everything would seem innocent, except for the reality that the weight of the Darkside which lives here, magnified at such a subtle rate, with malicious intent, that the Padawan would not have even noticed the changes and effects of the outside influence upon her psyche.

The Mistress set the child to a task, in the companionship of other beginning students within her skill level, and Pom exited her old manor to evaluate the condition of her surrounding herb garden. For so long it had laid neglected, while Pom had been off world to satisfy her new life among the Sith and Carnifex, —thoughts which coaxed a shy smile from her visage,— except when the needs of her neighbor inclined cultivation. Strolling the path between residences, she marveled at the care which the youths tended the delicate patches of different flowers. She is most pleased.
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[Caltin Vanagor]

Reaching out into and through the Force, Caltin looked for the reason why he was going to Dathomir. He did not bother to mask or hide it, they had to know that whatever was going on would result in a Jedi response, and he would not disappoint in that regard. What they would not like is the result as he knew the planet better than most. He knew how to fight the sickening feeling of the dead and Darkside permeating the planet. Sure, it would still slow him down and make him more reticent than normal, but Caltin was not going in blind.

What he was blind to was who would be there. Were there covens still open? We there simply Darksiders hiding out? It did not matter as from what he was reading, little had changed in regards to the topography of the planet itself. Focusing on the Force and his experience, that massive Jedi Master made sure to not allow himself to rest on his laurels too much, this would be hypocritical to his teachings that he was attempting to pass on to any of the younger Jedi of this time. This would have been a good time to have a droid with him, but he will make due.

He just hoped that he would reach the planet in time before whatever happens, happens.

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

N I G H T S I S T E R S
L A I R​

Tag: Caltin Vanagor​

Bonding with her home-world as she gingerly walked along the garden path, the spirits of knowledge rose up to greet the Matriarch's essence. There is never any room to sense anything other than the weight of Darkness which radiated from her world. Unless…that is…the Jinn deliver a message to their hostess.



Dathomir lies in the boundary of the Sith Empire. Her people all are subject to an accord derived by Emperor Carnifex himself. Pom's coven lay on the outskirts among a number of others, nearest a gorge which is set aside to reside strictly under Sith dominion. Apart from the presence of Sith Imperial, their barracks, and their Scientists along the gorge, the Sith stick to their own designated jurisdictions, and the Nightsisters are forbidden to mingle amongst them. Considering the relationship between the two parties, this is a wise edict!

Every night during the witching hour, this area of the planet itself transformed under the mask of the Sith Scientists' experiments. Their area of study is The Warlock's Gate, a remnant of a tear in the Nether. As the witching hour awakens spells of Magick cast by capable Matriarchs throughout the centuries past, this area of Dathomir becomes drawn into the Nether itself. The only Sith aware of this event to this day would be those who are endeared specifically to Pom's Coven, and Carnifex himself, for she has informed him of his accomplishment.



Thoughts of Lirri stole the Nightsister's attention, then flashes of someone else, someone she has never met, someone she could not help but determine arrogant. Her lips curled in a sneer. The Jinn about her presence became riled up in her realization, and she knew Dathomir has plans for this newcomer.

Her fingertips gingerly raked over the buttons of her vest, tiny vials of potions she long labored with to develop her immunity to. It could be a long night…or not!
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[Caltin Vanagor]

Entering Sith space was not something that Caltin wanted to do, but he had little choice at the moment. He had to get to Dathomir, which meant he had to watch himself. His best bet was going in through either the North or South Pole and going from there. Immediately he felt the cloud of the Dark Side running over his mind, this was like nothing he had ever experienced before, and Caltin himself had been touched by darkness. It would take a good amount of focus to block it out, but he would do so indeed.

The planet looked absolutely no different than it was in his time, still dead, still decrepit, but that was the life of the Nightsisters, he guessed. It was now becoming more and more clear as to why he was here. The massive Jedi Master could sense the presence of the Light Side. It was faint, and light, a Padawan. A younger Caltin would shake his head at the thought of this as a “typical dark side move” of stealing a youngling away and try to convert them. Yet do the Jedi not do the same thing? In truth, a big part of him believes that both “sides” have it wrong, and the Force belonged to no one, it was a gift to be celebrated by all.

That was not important now as he had someone to rescue, the kid was in danger.

As he set down a couple of clicks out of the center of his possible destination, Caltin did not bother to mask his presence, he preferred the direct approach. He did however carry an extra lightsaber with him, mainly for the Padawan, but good for a free hand in an emergency.

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

N I G H T S I S T E R S
L A I R​

Tag: Caltin Vanagor​

A tiny pinprick of light overhead, the reflection from the underbelly of a ship above orbit. Some security measures in place, but nothing all encompassing, for the Sith understand that the Nightsisters lure men to their homes. They certainly are not about to regulate small transport ships from coming and going freely. Anything able to render havoc, that is certainly of their concern.



The Nightsister did not bother grill the spirits subject to her bidding, to reveal anything more about the possible appearance from a member of the Jedi. Not much phases her. She has a mild curiosity over how such an individual, entirely out of place here, would begin his quest. She suspects he would take the route with which she is familiar, the Jedi in her experience have always come in swinging, never bothering to speak at all. But when he arrives, she didn't even care. Her faith lay in the fact that the planet itself rises up against those unfamiliar to it.

It wouldn't matter what may or may not occur. Pom considers little Lirri a prize, and certainly would not be rendering the girl over quietly, after all the time and attention she put into her these past few weeks. Maybe Lirri herself would agree at this point, and the Jedi would find himself sent home with his hands empty, she mused. After all, Lirri has bonded with Pom's own daughter, Zeptepi.

She sat down upon a boulder and simply waited, feeling out the subtle changes in the force around her coven. The wind told her soon. The Spirit of Ichor reached out of the land around her and mingled with her own force. She allowed her Darkness to stem far across the land, as she became one with Dathomir.
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[Caltin Vanagor]

The planet literally rose against anything or anyone unfamiliar to it. This was a fact that was not always known to a Jedi, causing them to fight their way through it. Caltin was aware of this and learned how to use it to his advantage. No, he did not play anything against the other or fight some glorious battle through the flora and fauna (if that is what you want to call it). What he did was utilize pathways that would not normally be taken and his force assisted agility to juke and dodge attacks. Caltin would show no aggression, he would simply avoid when and where he could, however, the massive Jedi Master would defend himself when left with no other choice.

On the horizon, he saw the silhouette of the figure sitting on the boulder. She seemed to be waiting for him, no real surprise when you think about it. What was bothersome was that there was no aggression on her part. That told him that he was walking into a trap, confirm really as he knew it to begin with. He would still show no aggression, he did not have to, not yet anyway. He had a reason to be here, and he was not leaving without it. Finally reaching the individual, he stood calmly, even offering a head bow.

I am sure that you know why I am here.

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

N I G H T S I S T E R S
L A I R​

Tag: Caltin Vanagor​

Nightfall crept in slowly and surely. Soon the Witching Hour would break across the planet. Nightsisters and Nightbrothers would utilize the incredible surge of power of the hour to fortify their day's Magickal focuses. Lirri would join them, as curious as she is; she already knew such things.​

Pom watched him with a keen eye. He did not seem alien to the habitat. The Nightsister sat calmly and still. The Darkness of her aura does not control her emotions as the Sith experience. She is calm and at peace with what lay around her as it rages on in chaos. The Nightsister wades upon the storm.​

She nodded to his question, but knew not if he understands his own purpose here. "You're a brave one to approach while the moon is soon to crest the sky," she said, addressing him as, "one lost from afar." She remembered that distinct sensation caused by his aura, being diametrically opposed to his alignment as she is. It brought a slight furrow to her brow to tolerate his closeness. "The Nightsisters far and near shall come to be as they are meant, openly; They do not take kindly to being observed by outsiders." ​

She would not be leading him to where he would desire to venture next. It is to Pom's private residence he would need to trek, the residence of a Matriarch, not at all a leisurely stroll across Dathomir. ​

"What would you do for any who be those wanting of learning how to stay among us? Would you tear away the ones from their freedoms, from their choice you don't understand?"​

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[Caltin Vanagor]

Oh, here we go.

It was a typical ploy against a Jedi. One trying to play their own beliefs against them. What next? “Not very Jedi-like?” If he cared, it would be one of annoyance, but the Boulder was so used to the approach that he could mouth their responses before they did. It was an approach that was as boring as they were. She was not wrong about the planet though as his focus was a little more directed as he could tell this particular Sister, possibly Mother was a powerful one.

The Force brought me here because of a sense of danger to a young one to the Dark Side.

Putting his hands behind his back and standing more erect, he addressed more directly and authoritarian. He did not care for her tone, but this was her territory and he could play the game, right now at least. This was again one of those times he could use a pilot or astromech droid, but again, he would make due. She was clearly unaffected, nor should she be, but he wondered if she was expecting him to say.

If the young one wishes to stay of her own volition, and without any type of duress, then I will leave as everyone must walk their own path. However, I wish to hear it from her and her alone.

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

N I G H T S I S T E R S
L A I R​

Tag: Caltin Vanagor​

Danger she did not understand. She knew not that the child would be in any danger, nor how Pom herself would be accused the cause of such. Her ways are her ways, and she could not perceive them through the eyes of an outsider. She only knew whatever would be directly spoken to her, and often such was never shared for whatever reason; perhaps she put people off somehow. Such a thing she would not exactly regret, for her customs keep people away from her planet.

'Now that is most unheard of!' what he said next, she never heard told in her entire lifetime! Shall this Jedi Master not force his will upon another? 'Surely he is only fooling!' she thought, for she had never come across one of the Light to permit Darkness to simply be Darkness! Her mouth dropped open slightly, and her brows rose in unison while she contemplated the absolutely unimaginable possibly being true!

"What's your history, Jedi Master?" she asked with genuine curiosity as the minutes ticked away. "Surely you are aware that you don't speak like those born and raised in the Core worlds." Oh she knew the Jedi there, a few well indeed. She fell for a man who filled her with love, just to play some sick game in the end. Her one wish is to never know such a destructive force ever again!
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[Caltin Vanagor]

Ha! It worked! He thought to himself as she was visibly and verbally taken aback at his response. It was truthful though as he pushed too many away on his own and through his protective actions in the past. That would not be the case anymore, if one had to walk their own path, then they must be allowed to. Maybe that was not the way of the Jedi of this time, but it was how he felt and most of all, it was the truth. He did not hide it.

Asking him about his history? What was the point in that? There seemed to be some sort of anger on her part like she did not want to be treated the way that she was. Was she looking for a fight? He would not initiate it, but he would defend himself if necessary and take a fight that hadn’t been seen in centuries. He simply stood there, unshaken physically by her query, no matter how weird it was. Perhaps it was simply a query, or perhaps she was looking for an angle she could play. Either way, he had nothing to hide.

Actually, I was born on Coruscant, spent a lot of formative years on Corellia. Now, are you going to grant my request, or do I have more personal questions to answer?

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

N I G H T S I S T E R S
L A I R​

Tag: Caltin Vanagor​

He did not speak like the Jedi she knew from Coruscant. They never would have shown anyone the respect to stand still long enough to even be asked one single question. They would have approached with their weapons drawn. However, her guest seems impatient enough after having answered few. He did claim someone to be in danger, she would give him that as good enough reason for his impatience. The gallant savior persona must always be put forth first and foremost! Courtship to the Jedi, introductions before a fight, it is all better to be fleeting moments considering Jedi. ​

The land suddenly illuminated an incredible flash of red hue. The winds picked up out of the direction of the Warlock's Gate. The Sith Scientists had begun their daily run of continuing experiments, as they would for the next hour. The vibrant red gleam fell away from the land and left this section of Dathomir admirably doomed to the beginning throes of darkness.​

As the light died away one passing shade after another, Pom's eyes locked upon the Jedi Master's and darkened along with the fate of her planet's surface. "I cannot entertain your request," she replied. The Witching Hour effected the Matriarch, as she became called by her coven members through the Force of their Magick and her demigod who fortified her presence, entranced and caught up in her fate much like a Vampire lusting after the scent of fresh blood.​

The Matriarch turned her head towards the source of her calling, automatically, and without regard to the presence of her visitor. He would make history should he choose to not run away this moment. ​

The Spirit of Ichor seeped from the land beneath her and fortified her essence, appearing as vibrant green streaks of lightning. She turned her body and slinked cautiously down from the boulder. She headed towards the Bone Temple where the presence about the Altar awaits her. The elders would gather within, and the students would gather just outside the threshold. ​

As she walked on, the terrain began to alter. The Warlock's Gate reached out across the land in a determined radius. It increased its reach with each passing week. Those brilliant Sith Scientists!! The Gate far off in the distance, unable to be seen from here, transposed the area of Dathomir, enveloping it into the sinister state of the Netherworld. The phenomenon would not be any occurrence known to transpire anywhere else in the galaxy, for the Nether world and the physical world are two separate realms. One can pass through a pothole to the other, but here, a big chunk of Dathomir from the physical realm rests inside the Nether Realm for the hour following.​

Lirri would come like the rest, she would. Whether or not Pom understands the girl's true feelings, the Witch cannot know. But Pom guided the child from the start. The girl could have possibly acted out any deed set before her on the basis of pure intrigue, or well hidden fear. All the Nightsister hopes for is success with the Magick! ​

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[Bewitching]

This Nightsister did mean well in her own warped way. To be powerless, she feels, is the worst state anyone can suffer. As a feminist, she reached out to this child in particular because she saw Lirri as impressionable, capable of coming into her powers, and with currently raw unfulfilled potential. ​

Eina L'lerim-Vandiir did approach the Bone Temple along with the other Initiates, trailing the Mistress' daughter by her little hand along with her. This young Jedi is one fearless, cunning in her own inexperienced way. She spoke till she was blue in the face at first, but seeing how the Matriarch would have nothing of her Dogma and could rationally counter every philosophical point, the Jedi finally ceased attempting to redeem the Sorceress.

A Magick which proliferated out of an Amulet Lirri learned to create, gave her the hope through precognition that someone would come for her soon. That hope led her to disguise her feelings about the surrounding Darkness which sought to engulf her spirit. Her successful generation of the Light of the Force, amidst a Dark and wretched place like Dathomir, in the care of its faithful Matriarch, bred curiosity and excitement. She heard about the Witches of Dathomir who also used the Light of the Force to empower their Magick.

Her stay here was unwillful, but she made the best of it and complied with what was shown to her, observed and became involved, in order to accept the challenge presented her, to learn and understand about the Nightsisters in a direct manner which many are never offered to experience.

Is it not better for one to observe and actually partake of their enemy's way firsthand, than blindly believe unsupported statements that vilify them?

As the Jedi approached, Lirri perked up, receiving his touch through the Force. She answered him telepathically and very subtly, 'I am coming.' As she trekked along the path she eventually came alongside other Initiates and made her way with them. She came to a halt in front of the Bone Temple and watched the Matriarch approach the entrance to this revolting place. It breathed, and she heard its lungs expand and expel. From it also emitted thunderous sounds of a thousand desynchronized heartbeats. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end every day she was drawn here. The first day she did not come, and the Demons of Dathomiri's ancestors physically and mentally attacked her.

Such sheer evil taxed her ability to remain calm amidst this impeding Darkness. She glanced at little Zeptepi Zambrano next to her, and could not truly understand how this child is not terrified, how she is not even moved by this apostasy.


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[Caltin Vanagor]

They were going to do this the hard way. The old Caltin would be more than willing to fight back, but this was a new time. While he was not trying to bring a battle to them, the massive Jedi Master would not back down, on top of that, unlike other Jedi, he knew he was around Dathomir. As the winds stirred, he reached out through the Force and countered with his own. No, Caltin did not hope to match the might of an entire planet, but he could redirect the gusts away from him long enough to make his next move.

His next move came at the hands of, or target that is, the Nightsister.

Where are you going?

Centering the Force in his legs, Caltin leaped at her, she may continue to run, but she would not getaway. At least not out of his sight. He was not leaving without at least knowing that the Padawan did not want to be saved if she did not. He was in for the fight of his life and knew it, but this was what? The hundredth or so time he had been? He was not stupid, they could simply think that he was, or maybe that they could turn him as well.

His advantage either way.

It was not a request, lady.

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

N IG H T S I S T E R S​

Tag: Caltin Vanagor ​

The Nightsister did not run. She hardly even had concern for the Jedi Master's presence actually. He proved himself the aggressor in a single motion, as she expected of most Jedi; even Lirri immediately struck down the Anzati. ​

He raised his voice at her first. As the Jedi lunged forward, her body immediately Apparated. Visually, she transformed into what could only be described as how dry ice stirs when an object passes through it. Where the Jedi Master's body physically met her's, he would continue to move beyond her. She quickly reappeared whole again as she continued walking onward, practically entranced, her mind focussed upon the deed about to occur and to which the Force is drawing her to be present until unified with it's Darkness.​

She had made her way to the Bone Temple, Lirri stood among the other Initiates. The strange phenomenon generated by the Sith Scientists' through their experiments upon the Warlock's Gate off in the distance, caused the area here to become transformed to exist within the Netherworld which the Gate opened up. All in existence here took on the ethereal aspects of life wrought by the Darkside of the Force. That which was dead became alive again, and that which was living, dead.​

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[Caltin Vanagor]

He did not attack, he had no intention of, or desire to attack, regardless of what might appear or what she might have thought. He was following her though or at least trying to. Caltin was caught off guard at what can be best described as “magic”, but it was not going to affect him more than momentarily. This was after all a sorcerer's world, receptive to all of the tricks and powers that the title brought. He could sense the youngling, her aura was growing faint, not in that she was losing her life but in that she was slowly slipping from the light side.

This “temple” she was approaching, was it really made of bones? It was not something that he had seen before, but it was not out of the ordinary considering the planet he was on. Also, he thought back to the old phrase “Your eyes can deceive you, do not trust them.” His mind’s eye allowed him to continue the task of locating the young one that he was looking for. She needed to be safe, regardless of her decision, that was all he cared about right now.

Then he could see her. Standing among the others. Was she there on her own? Could she tell that he was there? This was not a trick, it was her, but was she there, or gone already?

Young one. Are you okay? Do you need assistance?

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

N I G H T S I S T E R S
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Tag: Caltin Vanagor ​

The pull to enter the Temple of her god is strong, but Pom halted before the threshold. The Initiates rushed to greet her with a love for esteemed royalty. They revere her, aspire to walk in her shoes someday. She is their liaison between their desires and their god who blesses them all. They study day in and day out, dreamt of their studies. Try and try again to attain success. ​

The great Temple groaned while the Matriarch gazed down upon the young Jedi. The bones which comprise the structure covered in a living mass of flesh. It began to exhibit a thunderous pulse which echoed throughout the area.​

The Nightsister peered back at the Jedi Master, and her eyes narrowed as she scrutinized him and his place in this situation. Gazing at Lirri again, Pom recognized for the first time just how frightened she seemed, and for how she must suffer just being here on Dathomir. The Nightsister had been so excited to teach this child who is quite capable, that she had never contemplated whether or not she ought teach her. She let her walk unprotected amidst a world diametrically opposed to her spiritual alignment. It was never her intention to terrorize her. Pom never imagined the girl had felt alone and pressured enough to lie about her interests to save her skin.​

The Nightsister reached out tenderly with her pale slender, blackened razor-sharp fingertips, and lightly pinched the chin of little Eina L'lerim-Vandiir . Her visage fell before she released her. ​

She looked once again at the Jedi Master and stoically nodded, before she slipped into the mouth of the Bone Temple and its sheer and complete darkness. As she did so, the Darkside of the Force radiated an intense state of Malacia.​

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[Caltin Vanagor]

The pull that this Nightsister was emitting was strong, he could tell it was affecting the Padawan. If she welcomed it, he would not interfere, but while she had shown fear to her, she had not shown a desire to escape, and thus he could not tell for certain whether she wanted to stay or go. He was moral, honor, and duty-bound to stay until he knew for certain, so no matter what malady, be it a gust of perished wind, or attempted strike of stale lightning would change that. He could stop those, what he could not change is the girl’s mind, but it had to be her’s not “her’s”.

Slowly Caltin stepped forward towards the temple as it slowly began to dissolve, the structure was no doubt a visage designed to visually destroy the determination of an outsider. He was not an average outsider, not physically or through the Force, but he just too dad-gum stubborn. He reached out through the Force, the Dark Side was overpowering and it shook him, but he would keep a line to the young one. Caltin did not care about Dathomir, the Dark Side, or the Nightsister, he did not even care about the rapidly deteriorating situation, he cared about the Padawan and exhibited it as much as he could through the Force. He had failed Padawans in the past, he would not fail her, or at least give her the chance to be rescued.

If she wanted it.

 

[Bewitching]

"This place does not follow logic," the Padawan spoke for the first time to the Jedi Master Caltin Vanagor as she watched the Matriarch disappear into the Temple. The Initiates followed through, leaving behind just herself and the Master.

Lirri reached into her pocket and withdrew the amulet she had fashioned from Nightsister magick while she was here. She held it up to the Master, so he could evaluate it; she thought maybe he would prefer to discard it as a bad thing to be in her possession. "You came for me. I wasn't sure the amulet I made would work, even when they told me such magick always works. I didn't believe in it. Yet here you are." She reached out and touched his hand. "You are real?" she asked, finding the Nether even less comprehendible than Dathomir.

"I think she actually meant well," the girl said as she looked up at the towering man. "But can we go?" she asked earnestly. "I don't feel right."


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