New Hat! (open)

[Vorhi Alestrani]

Cularin was a scenic, peaceful, and quiet planet, as yet untouched by a majority of the lunacy and war the galaxy had to offer. However, being between the domains of many factions, including the Techno Union, Republic, and the Hutt Cartel, he had no doubt that a world strong in the force, even a beautiful wooded one defended by armies of lizard people, would eventually come to lose the fragile peace it had garnered.


However, today, Vorhi was not on the idyllic world to mourn the future, or to prepare for some impending doom. Nothing that complex. Not yet, anyhow. He was gathering grass. Scythe in one hand, and a small bag in the other. Slice a bit up into the air, catch some of the falling bits with the bag. Horribly inefficent means of doing so. However, this ritual was not uncommon among the brotherhood of Palawa. It had an old, and potent meaning. He was trying his best not to be wasteful. However, that which fell to the ground would stay on the ground. Each ritual had it's place, after all.



Vorhi hummed a small tune, whistling as he worked.

"Roving through the fields
And wandering cross the sky
The bravest fool will strike,
A world beneath his eyes...."



An old drinking song on Bunduki. His second home. Third, really. But frankly, he'd called many worlds home. Bothawui, Taranta, Fondor, Coruscant, Corellia, he'd been all over. And now, here he was, on a world he barely spoke the language of, scything undergrowth. He chuckled playfully. Maybe he'd find some new entertainment. Maybe not. But hey, all part of the job. Then again, he could've done this on Cerea. But what's the point of having a spaceship and a masters in Archaeology if you can't wander off and learn something new.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Vorhi Alestrani"]

Ellie was nearby, checking out some ruins from a very long gone era. The holofiles identified the event as The Dark Harvest. Most of what remained of the battles here was buried under tons of dirt, stone and shattered rubble. What was she hoping for? Ellie was not exactly sure of that, but she had a hunch their might be a treasure or two still lurking in this old ruins.

She was clad in a red hoodie, with a green jacket thrown over. Her hair bounced in her face with each swing of her pickaxe. Stones cracked and crumbled, and sweat formed on her brow, kissing the wind and cooling her.

"Almost there!" She growled, heaving the pickaxe high over her head and striking with her full body weight.

Clang!

Crack!

And that was it!

The stone that had been blocking the well she wanted to traverse cracked. Except something else happened, not just one stone cracked, but all of them started cracking, popping like fireworks in a domino reaction.

"Whoa! Crap!"

The floor began to crumble and fall into the old temple remains at a rapid rate. Ellie swivelled, running as fast as her little legs would carry her, rucksack jingling with her gear and twin sawed of shotguns bouncing on her back.

"Crap, Crap CRAP!"

The stone right beneath her finally crumbled, erupting with dust and bat like creatures.

"Yaaaarghhh!"

One hand whipped out, snatching at the edge, and her lithe fingers sank into the soil, letting the rest of her body dangle free over the twenty foot drop to the recessed caverns below.

"Somebody! Anybody! Little help?" She called, not even sure anyone knew she was on this rock.

Twenty feet was a long way to have to drop....

 

[Vorhi Alestrani]

[member="Eliza Raxis"]



Vorhi focused his mind's eye. Someone was approaching. A youngling, doing...digging. He could barely make her out, his force sight was still a bit 'fuzzy' after the mess on Roche. But, he heard the cursing and falling well enough. He ran over quickly, calmly, throwing down one end of a scarf. "Climb up, hon," he said grumbling. "I'll yank you up."


He couldn't help but smirk a little. the kid seemed nice enough, if a bit rambunctious. Then again, it reminded him of himself of that age. Hell, it reminded him of imself half a year ago, when he was excavating that cave on Abrogado Rae, or however you pronounced it. Wait, losing the point here. Right, kid on a cliff. Scarf. He began pulling up when he was certain the young woman had a grip and grinned. "Easy does it, don't mind the drop," he said with a laugh as she got over the ledge. "Are you hurt? The groudn can do a number on people sometimes...." he mused out loud.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Vorhi Alestrani"]

Ellie grinned, shaking her head to clear the dust from her hair. It was a close call, she'd almost plunged down into the sinkhole she'd created. With a shove she stood, dusting the dirt of her hoodie and jacket and then cocking her head sideways to regard the strange man she'd been rescued by.

He seemed rather out of place here for an old ruin. Straw flat hat, weird drinking gourd on his neck. He had a scythe and a pouch of grass. What came next the young spacers wasn't certain of, though judging from his stance and actions she bet he wasn't here to cause any kind of harm.

Her brown eyes locked on his, gazing into the pit of his soul.

She felt power there... some kind of unseen force that gave her those familiar butterfly tingles behind her navel. the ones she got when she was dreaming and wandering the astral planes in her sleep, or right before she did a blind jump, leading her to some uncharted locale.

"Yeah I'm fine." She said, looking herself over.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

 

[Vorhi Alestrani]

(OOC: no eyes, I'm wearing a blindfold)



The blind oracle chuckled as she climbed up, and he sense her energy. Hmmm. Kind of....a green aura. green and young. Like a sapling, full of energy and potential, but not specific in its structure or direction. Neat. She asked him a perfectly reasonable question, prompting the blindfold man to nod and put the small scythe down and the bag as well.



"I'm mowing the grass," he said with a chuckle, sticking a finger through one of the holes in his hat--the poor straws were frayed, probably from all the firefights at Roche, and elsewhere. "I'm afraid this hat isn't as good with keeping out water as it was, so I'm going to weave myself another one. This field seemed nice," he then smiled. "As to who I am, the name is Vorhi Alestrani. I'm a bit of a wanderer and merchant by trade. What are you up to out here? It's a bit far from any schools I'm aware of..." he mused out loud.


[member="Eliza Raxis"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Vorhi Alestrani"]

Ellie chuckled.

"I'm not in school. I'm Raxis, Ellie Raxis."

Ellie extended her gloved hand to shake his.

The rubble was still shifting, stones falling far away into the sink-hole. Through the birds chirping they could hear the impacts, dull and hollow and perhaps the splash of water. The wind whipped her hair around, disorganizing it more than it already was. She was certainly a mess now.

Her attention turned to the hat, watching as his finger poked through the holes. Some of them had scorch marks on them, which led her to believe this was no ordinary stranger just mowing grass. There was something else at work here.

"I was actually on an Expedition. What do you know about...."

Ellie cocked her head to the side, trying to remember the exact event. There was so much she'd tried to memorize from the holonet, she was slipping, drawing a blank.

Then she had it.

"The Dark Harvest? I'm told this was a battle ground at one point?"

 

[Vorhi Alestrani]

[member="Eliza Raxis"]


He took the hand shook it firmly for a moment. "Vorhi Alestrani," he said with a chuckle. "Sorry, I forgot that just because people are younger than me, it doesn't mean they're still in school like I was back then," he said with a slight laugh. He noted her attentiveness. She was keeping an eye on her surroundings.



He nodded thoughtfully. "An expedition...you're her to study the ruins, then? Interesting...." he mused thoughtfully. The kid was an archaeologist as well? This got better and better. Maybe the galaxy was conspiring in his favor. Or, maybe the universe had a truly strange sense of humor, causing a young aspiring rock hound to bump into an old drunken codger like him.



He listened as she mentioned the Dark harvest. Wow, what a heavy subject. "Well, I'm afraid the only camping during those events I was involved in was on Melida, or Daan, depending on whom you ask. An odd little planet with two names. Still, it's not unlikely that the illness spread to here," he said softly. "It encompassed quite a large amount of space, around a decade ago," he explained, sighing softly. "So, if this are were a battlefield, then we'd want to look not only for overgrowth," he said as he gestured towards the grass, "but also signs of a firefight. scorch marks and holes where blasters and slug throwers hit structures. That kind of thing." He gestured to one of the standing walls. "Try checking for damage to the wall, but survey it slowly. A wall that hasn't been maintained, is not likely to be stable."