Faction Night of the Star Cross [ CIS ]

[Ascendant Muse]

R O O N​

Castra Obsidia
Abrion Sector, Outer Rim

As the annals of history had shown, greatness always seemed to grace the hallowed shores of Roon. From the mighty Taung of yore to the Confederacy of modern days, history was made upon this world. Yet, for months, silence had befallen the distant world. As the Southern Systems enjoyed the peace of the present, progress itself had slowed upon the planet. Innovation became stagnant. The way forward for those who called Roon home was uncertain. That is, until a beacon took the reins. Breaking the shackles of stagnation, a new Viceroy stepped forth to lead her people to a better tomorrow. Tenith Vilde. T'was by her leadership that even greater bonds were forged between the Confederacy and Roon itself - and with them, greater opportunities.

The people flourished as traders and merchants began to frequent the quiet world all the more. Yet one of the greatest boons to Roon was the willingness of the Knights Obsidian to call the planet home. While they had many footholds across the stars, the erection of a fitting headquarters was an act that was sure to bring all manner of opportunities to the world. Thus, as the Knighthood raised its walls and claimed a fortress upon the waters, Roon had reason to celebrate. So too did the Knighthood. So too did the Confederacy. T'was in the honor of the one responsible for it all that the people gathered within the new Obsidian headquarters.

From the elites of the nation to the smallest child, faces throughout the system could be found visiting the halls of the Obsidian home. Where study and mastery of the Force would one day occur, music now flooded those same halls. There was of course dancing, feasting, and merrymaking as far as the eye could see. Today, the Night of the Star Cross, the Confederacy raised a glass to Roon. And to its new, shining future!​

Spoiler: Points of Interest

Of course, the main attraction of the Night's festivities is the Banquet! The Great Hall, where hallowed Knights will gather to discuss the future, has been converted for the event. Tables span the length of the space, burdened with every selection of fine food one could ever desire. Fresh drink flows, on tables and on platters ferried by attendant droids. Moreover, live music played by locals sets the beat for the dance floor. Come! Eat, Drink, and Dance the night away!​

While some thrive in the sights and sounds of boisterous laughter and lively song, others prefer the quiet of evening. For these souls, the Glade would be most fitting. Illuminated by dazzling spheres, a path winds through Castra Obsidia's garden spaces. Domed structures litter the green vibrance, each providing a sense of privacy and quiet away from the noise.​

For those with a sense of adventure in their hearts, a feature has been hosted by the Knighthood's Mandragora chapter. On the shores of Castra Obsidian rest several Rancor Dragons - each saddled and ready to ferry the brave on a daring flight across the seas. Perhaps you'll form a bond with one such beast and find a companion for life!​

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Kyyrk
Vyse de Valorous
Vytal Noctura
Saraya Arenais

 

[Kyyrk]

WEARING: This
ACCOMPANIED BY: Thyra
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Voph strode through the gardens, breathing deep of the surrounding plant life. The Force always flowed strongest in places such as this. And at this moment, it was a necessary boon. Voph was no stranger to life altering events. The time that he hailed from saw them far more regularly than one might expect. And yet, in the span of hours, Voph's entire world had changed. And arguably not for the better. Voph exhaled softly as he looked out into the horizon. A happy trill sounded from his shoulder, and he reached up to scratch around Thyra's harness, eliciting another happy trill.

Voph realized that, in the wake of his son's death, he felt alone. And it was perhaps that feeling that weighed on him most heavily. There was a storm coming. One that he alone could face. And he would do so alone. He would have support to prepare, but what few friends he had among the Confederacy he knew he could not ask to undertake this task along with him. But his son's renewed death weighed heavy on his heart. Voph would endure. He always did. But the question became: What next? And even more daunting, if he survived the coming trials...what then?

In the distance, he could hear the songs and din of the party. He turned to look towards the great hall, and sighed again. He contemplated joining them. Drowning his sorrows in drink. No. He needed the solitude. The meditation that the gardens provided. He would endure. The same as he always had. And for the moment, that was enough. As Voph continued walking through the winding paths, he contemplated what might come next. What he might do when presented with what might possibly be the end of his life's work...

 

[Tenith Vilde]

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Wearing: [This]
Location: Outer edge of the Great Hall
Tags: Open

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It had not been a decision that had come easily for Tenith to make, this becoming Viceroy of Roon. The redheaded nomadic woman had only just come into her own with leading her tribe of people - and even that was something she had to do from afar at times due to her apprenticeship. But Roon had begun to slip down a steep, slippery path of no return, and the very last thing Tenith had wanted was for her people to suffer. So beneath the instructions of her Master, she had reached out and made all of the necessary and needed connections with the Confederecy. After some time, and effort (major effort on Teni's part) here they were.

That did not by any means, mean that Tenith was comfortable. In fact, it was quite the opposite; she would have much preferred some sort of gathering among a few chosen individuals and her people, at home, along the beaches. However, by the looks of this place? Such a suggestion never would have held up. Too many people - a fact that made Teni shudder all over again as she looked out from her not-quite-hiding place. She was situated just at the outer edge of the Great Hall, poised to run out the open doors nearest her and into the fresh air at any given moment.

She had dressed for the occasion of course, though was still sticking to her roots in doing so. There had been plenty of offers to dress her of course, plenty of opportunity, but she had declined. She may be some political figure now, but she would not step that far out of her comfort zone. It was bad enough being surrounded by so many people and...the machines.

That thought alone made her lean outwards just enough to look out along the banquet, and managed to do so just as one of the serving droids wandered past. Teni hissed through her teeth and reeled herself back, shaking her head in her displeasure of those things. Honestly she did not at all understand the appeal. Her people had been getting along just fine all of this time, for how many centuries, without all of these machines to help get them through. It was one thing her Master was still trying to help ease her through, and it was still something she was dragging her feet about.

"Soulless creatures..." she groused with another shake of the head. While there were plenty of things she understood - even if she didn't like them - the droids were something she just did not comprehend, nor did she desire to.

Perhaps agreeing to this celebration had been a very bad idea. Despite this party being in some part for her, Tenith was very uncomfortable. While she was aware she was supposed to be playing some form of hostess, right now? She just needed to remain where she could escape and attempt to gradually work herself into this whole mess of a party.

 

[FN-1138]

Location: Hallway leading towards the Great Hall
Wearing: This
Tags: Tenith Vilde, Open

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Roon. He heard about this place once, but it was his first time going to visit. While he knew it was unlikely that something bad is going to happen, he couldn't help but take measures. Hardcase wore a formal, matte black suit that came with a pair of gloves. Underneath he wore a ballistic vest, and had a KC-77N Hybrid Pistol on his right hip. As he walked to the main hall, the young man frowned. It's been a couple months since he remember his "name" from the First Order. He still can't remember his life before he "joined" the faction or the name he was given by his parents. Hell, he can't even remember his parents. He hoped they were still alive.

Hardcase needed to take his mind off these negative thoughts. He was here to socialize with other people and to make friends. He'd probably piss someone off. It was bound to happen. The young man looked at the paintings that lined the hall he walking through. A malicious grin formed on his face. Looks like he knew what to do. Hardcase went to each painting and tilted them a few inches to the right. While he was doing so, a butler came rushing up saying, "Sir! You can't do that! This will bother the guests!" Hardcase coughed and said, "Sorry, but kark the police," and he trotted off with an extra bounce in his step.

When he entered the Great Hall, he was taken aback by the beauty. "Whoa. This place is a baller." As Hardcase explored the Great Hall and took a drink from one of the serving droids, the butler came in. When he found the host of the party, he said, "Madame Vilde, I apologize; I tried to stop him. But when I pleaded with him, he merely responded with, and mind my Huttese, "Kark the police." He then continued to tilt every painting he passed on the way here." Hardcase let loose some maniacal laughter then drank some of the liquid in his glass. Luckily, he grabbed some juice. It was pretty sweet too.

 

[Vytal Noctura]

Wearing: Royal Red Armor
Location: Rancor Dragons on the Coast
Tags: Open

A pale figure cloaked in red stood upon a towering height that overlooked the waves that crashed helplessly below. The precipice was only twenty paces hence, with a cool breeze that swept over the height from time to time. A gentle reminder of what lay below, and more importantly what lay above. Nothing like the torrent that may sail by, nor the chill to prick the skin...

If one dared mount one of the fierce-some beasts that loitered there.

"There, there," Vytal cooed as she reached up to scratch the underside of a large maw stretched out toward her. "Have they been feeding you enough meat?" A smile graced her black lips as the Rancor Dragon gave a rumble for a reply. She had learned these smaller Rancor with wings were some sort of genetic branch that developed on another world than Dathomir. Much like starships, the concept of biological science and divergent evolution was a bit much at first. Whatever the technical reasons for their being, however, one thing hadn't changed: a Nightsister knew her Rancor.

Part of her wondered whom among the Confederacy would stomach such a terrifying visage. After all, their reputation much like the Nightsisters was well-deserved. Really, you just had to know how to communicate with them. Of course, these were "domesticated," but that only meant they trusted those that tended them. They had no reason to rebel. Their handlers were smart, and it impressed Vytal an offworlder had learned the technique. None of that changed how "terrifying" the Rancor looked to outsiders, however.

 

[Ciri Jade]

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Wearing: Dress
Tags: Open
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Strolling through the elegant gardens, Ciri left behind the noise of the banquet as she chose to enjoy the more quiet side of things for once. Following the path, she pauses to close her eyes and listen to the gentle flow of the garden's stream that ran beneath the bridge upon which she stood, leaning against the wall of the bridge. The aroma of the plants coupled with the cool air made for a serene combination that was a delightful change of pace from the chaotic environment that she grew up in. Moments like this were nice but few and far between. Though she thrives in the heat of action, taking a moment of peace was great now and then. One day, she would turn and leave the live of a slicer behind. For now, there was much to be done and there was no rest for the wicked.

For once Cirinna was herself, attending an event without an ounce of tech or her blaster on her. It had been years since she had been without a datapad or some kind of slicing tool in her possession. No aliases, no objectives, nothing that had to be completed, and no worries on her mind. Tonight was a gift, a chance to truly relax. Years of running and looking over her shoulder made her forget just how good it felt. Opening her eyes, she watches the water's flow, the slight chill from a breeze brushing her skin. Leaning over, her gaze caught the reflection of herself in the surface of the water. 'Who are you?' the thought crossed her mind to which she didn't have an answer. For so long the one known as Cirinna had been dead, left behind on Nar Shaddaa replaced by the crafty slicer known simply as Calypso or one of her many aliases. 'What have you become?' Another thought arises, however this time she could answer, if only in a whisper..

"You are something better than you were.."

 

[Alkor Centaris]

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His presence seemed more dutiful and requisite than wanted. Many of the Knights who joined the Chapter before its refounding and subsequent organization by Hashim (or Reince, as he was now known) still held a firm distrust toward the former Knight Commander. Alkor did not fault them; rather, he did not care. The reason for his disagreement with the man was founded in his own life choices and deeply rooted in every one of his experiences.

If anyone had tried to force Alkor to give up who he was, he would have done the same. When he resurfaced and took the helm of the Knighthood, however, Reince offered the Dark Jedi clemency. With an extended leave of absence and a more recent return to active duty, the Lord Commander thought that overall feelings toward Centaris would begin to wane and things would simply begin to fall back into place.

Everything had changed after Knight Darcrath fell, however. Alkor blamed himself for the failures of the other Knights. Gerwald Lechner followed the object of his affections into conflict and met with a similar, albeit non-lethal fate despite Alkor's cautions. The lack of respect for his authority caused the man to drown in his uncertainties, until anger finally swallowed him.

The darkness he had always staved off manifested entirely.

Alkor looked now at his hand, blackened and withered by profane power. His humanity no longer seemed like too great a cost. As everything slipped away around him, he began to wonder even about his purpose.

In a corner of the room and away from as many other Knights as possible, Alkor stared at a gift he'd recently received from a neophyte among the Knighthood. He appreciated the grand gesture of inexhaustible Corellian Whiskey, especially now.

 

[Tallara]

Location: Glade outside Castra Obsidia, Roon.
Equipment: Doesn't matter. Certainly not dressed for a party.
Tag: Kyyrk

Why am I here?

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See, Tallara didn't party.

Had she tried it? Yes.

Once. And it ended terribly, mostly for her.

Someone like Tallara would certainly love to drown their sorrows, but she didn't hold her liquor very well. Perhaps the drinks made her more social, but she wasn't exactly the most social of beings. Indifference was usually the best she could muster to those she was interacting with -- after all, if it wasn't for work, for the betterment of the galaxy, was it truly worth it? A Knight needed to stay vigilant at all times; they were meant to stand watch over the Confederacy and protect its people, to destroy threats to it before they could arise.

Tonight, someone had decided to keep her off guard duty.

But she was already there. There was nothing for her to really do here, except sit around in the gardens. After all, she would be a terrible party guest. Instead she watched a warm evening breeze brush the grass of the glade she sat in. Her hands wrapped lightly around her knees as she simply watched the stars go by. She'd been sitting there for what felt like an eternity. Of course she'd already gone over all of the things that might go wrong inside, and planned how she might leap into action in an attempt to safeguard those who had come to attend. She wasn't a guard, and there were more than enough Knights inside, but she still thought about it.

When those thoughts subsided, all she was left to think about was herself.

She liked to think that she was proud of herself; how far she'd come, all she'd done in service to the Confederacy, the galaxy, the people. In all honesty, though, she felt empty. She couldn't understand why she continued to be like this, how to move forward, what to do next -- in a way she felt as if she'd wasted the life she'd been given. Others might be content to drown their sorrows or bring about distractions to content themselves, but Tallara felt there was nothing to do other than work. Keep fighting, keep moving. Towards what? She didn't know; she'd never known. Had her singular focus and drive to do what she deemed right and necessary halted her from truly experiencing life?

This was why she never stopped working.

One's own thoughts could so often be the most dangerous things. Conviction in one's actions was the true way... but everyone had a different opinion. Another opinion had wandered into the glade, and Tallara turned and looked at the man. She simply stared at him for a few moments; an odd way of acknowledging his presence, before turning back and looking at the sky and stars.

Is this all I am?

 

[Lunara Azure]

Wearing: This
Interacting with: Alkor Centaris

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"That looks painful."

A pair of crystal blue eyes swept over the ex-knight commander's frame as the white-haired woman stepped up next to him, a glass of white wine grasped in her fingers as she stepped up next to him. She could feel the beat of the music from the band filling the air around her as she let her gaze fall away from the man to survey the room.

Settling into the Confederacy had been a little difficult, the different culture, the different attitudes of the people so different from home. Despite that though there was something, a sense of striving to provide fairness and justice that she had found here that was familiar. Noblesse Obligee found it's way to you no matter where you ran. In the end, all you could do was choose your ground and stand on the line. She'd seen the cost that had extracted on people, on her own family and the friends she'd made in the Confederacy. Yet they threw themselves into that grinder again and again without regard to their own welfare. Even the man she'd approached wasn't immune to that.

A sip of her wine before she finally looked at him again, letting her eyes run over his face before the ghost of a smile curled up the corners of her lips.

"You know, this is meant to be a party right? Standing alone in the corner isn't really getting into the spirit of the whole thing."

 

[Alkor Centaris]

"When your boss issues an order for you to show up," Alkor shrugged as he looked up to the woman. He seemed to recall her from the excursion on that backwater world, Ra'katha. What a disaster that had been. Citizens had died due to negligence on the part of the local government, and because Alkor had taken direct, decisive, and brutal action in order to silence dissension. He felt no remorse.

Like sand through a sieve, every question he had now needed no answers. The darkness spilled like an ink well, and everything it covered became illegible. Every moment of morality he felt, every moment spent wondering about his direction and every childish notion of right and wrong were undone. In that abyss of self-awareness, Alkor could finally see clearly.

This was the clarity that came with embracing the true ambition and loneliness of the Dark Side of the Force.

Alkor had power, but it bored him. He had strength, but no one to test it. Was there a purpose to find in all this?

"My appearance is a formality at best," he explained. "Some attempt to smooth over his decision to reintroduce me into the Knighthood. There's still a sizeable amount of disagreement on the matter, and he's calling the shots."

It struck Alkor as amusing.

"You're dressed too nicely to be slumming around with the attendees who are only present begrudgingly, aren't you?"

Lunara Azure

 

[Scàth Mhaolàin]

Wearing: Sayormi Traditional Garb
Location: Rancor Dragons on the Coast


Looking down upon the celebrations below, it looked almost akin to a nest of fireflies, a beautiful constellation amidst the depths below.

The sound of crashing waves, the company of beasts. This was the true path.

Upon arrival, Scàth had heard of the presence of these majestic dragons and had immediately headed to their location, exhilarated by the prospect of seeing them.

Ignoring the strong winds, he gulped down a mouthful of spiced wine, the crushed herbs he had added himself to the mix giving the drink a strong bite. The drinks that many of his new tribe chose to enjoy did little to his Sayormi biology and as such, the herbs he collected and tended to were a welcome addition to the liquor.

Stretching his awareness out, he roared out into the sky, a resounding thunderclap in the distance returning his joy.

If only it was always this easy. The tempest, the roar! This is why I follow this path.

As the dragon continued to hover, a familiar scratching feeling overcame him, the touch of arachnid legs down his spine.

With a simple shift of weight, the rancor divined his intent and the pair plummeted down like an arrow through the clouds, the wind whipping passed.

At the last moment, great wings opened and the mighty beast glided to the cliffs, landing with an agility that belied its muscled build. Leaping off its shoulders, Scàth bowed his head and placed it against the mighty beasts nose, staring deep into its eyes.

"Go dtí go mbuailimid le chéile arís, deartháir." he whispered in his native tongue, wishing his temporary mount well before walking down to the familiar figure.

The Nightmother.

Referred to in his peoples legends as the Queen of Spiders, Scàth always felt her presence near with the manifestations of the arachnids. Whether that was an attachment from his jungle home that stayed with him or, which he believed more strongly, the supremely powerful being chose to announce her presence with such spiritual signs. Regardless, he had sworn his blood oath to her, and he would hold true to that.

Looking up the dragon that she was speaking with, he grinned, feral tattoos on his face reflecting in the moonlight.

"Beannachtaí, Nightmother. It warms my spirit to see you again."

 

[Amaris Tanenat]

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Out of place. That seemed to be the best description of Amaris as she peered out the door from the kitchen area and into the banquet hall. And it rang even more true as almost all the other servers were droids. She found a server's outfit, which now seemed a bit out of date.

Another one of her not so well thought plans erupting into flames before her eyes. At least this one wouldn't land her on the ground on a planet full of things that wanted to eat her... Either way, it was too late to bail out now. She'd have to roll with it and hope the rest of the attendees were more interested in the dance, music, and food.

And her main goal, to taste and eat as much of the (kind of free) food as possible, was going well at least. The appetizers, the entrees, even the leafy greens were blowing her expectations away - heavenly delicious. The reviews she found on the holo didn't give any justice. Amaris was more than eager for the desserts to come out. Mmm.

"Dunno how you got on the payroll with the droids, but you may want to actually start serving," a chef muttered with pure annoyance as he placed a bunch of hor d'oeuvres on a platter on a counter nearby. Amaris instinctively jumped a little, her tail puffing out slightly. Ears went back as she sighed before returning to normal, mostly twitching at sudden sounds. Technically... Yeah, she needed to actually do that if she didn't want to get kicked out or worse, caught... Even if her chances were probably pretty high to begin with.

Slipping the platter under her hand and arm, and off she went into the banquet hall to offer the guests some delicious finger foods. Or, what would be left as she carefully snatched some with her free hand and munched on their savory goodness...

 

[Tia Aurelius]

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Wearing: Gown
Wielding: Nothing visible
Tags: Isran Varad
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Lingering in the doorway, Tia allowed herself a few heartbeats to prepare. One... two... three... and with her heart still thundering in her ears, she strode into the gilded hallway. Why was she here? This feast was a waste of time, not to mention a careless spend of the Confederacy's resources even as battles brewed on her border.

But no, Tia knew full well why she was here. It was the nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach every time she used her... powers (although she hated calling them that) frivolously, that feeling that she should be doing something useful, something good with them. Tia was searching desperately for a way to reconcile the force, something of stories of good and evil and something belonging to the gleaming knights obsidian, with... well, with herself.

Today, she'd prove once and for whether or not she belonged here. As the train of her dress flowed behind her, she shoved her feelings of uncertainty deep into her stomach and searched the crowd for any familiar face, maybe someone that wasn't super intimidating at first? The one advantage of her upbringing (or rather, lack of one) is that no one in this crowd was likely to recognize her. No, unless the sleazy tavern owners and cheats that Tia had made a habit of targeting had had sudden turns of good fortune, there should be no one to sway her one way or another. She'd figure this out by herself.

 

[Val Drutin]

Wearing: A server's uniform... with a dancer's costume visible underneath
Wielding: Nothing
Tags: Amaris Tanenat

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The circumstances surrounding how Val had managed to get into this party were a little complicated. The shortened version involved the teenaged daughter of a politician who had gotten sidetracked vacationing on another planet, needed a cheap ride as fast as possible to Roon in time for the banquet, and hadn't cared who she hired for a pilot.

Upon learning why she was in such a hurry, Val couldn't resist exploring. He followed her to the palace and managed to get a hold of a server's uniform. It was a paper-thin disguise - his usual black tights and dancer's slippers were in clear view to anyone who bothered to take more than a brief glance at him, and he had no intention of behaving like an actual server.

That said, he was at least vaguely aware that he should look like he was actually doing something. Spotting a towering Felacatian carrying a platter of food, he began following her around like a duckling trailing behind its mother. He quickly became distracted by the swishing of her fluffy tail, and was on the verge of reaching out to grab it when he noticed she was eating the food she was supposed to be serving, sneaking it piece by piece into her mouth.

"Hey—" he started to say, in the tone of one who was about to tattle. But once he caught her attention by speaking up, a mischievous smile spread across his face. "If you're going to eat those, you might as well share some," he said, plucking one of the hors d'oevures from her platter for himself.

 

[Amaris Tanenat]

Tag: Val Drutin, open​

A little short human - also wearing a servers outfit - with some type of other outfit underneath it. Dancer's slippers? Black tights? Her blue eyes squinted at the man briefly, although she chose to continue to play her part. Maybe if she just ignored his presence, no one would catch on. She did have to be more sneaky in her munching, though.

Or maybe he was one of the guests, and just a bit eccentric?

That was until she noticed that he was eyeing her tail with way too much interest. Instinctively, it puffed out a little and her ears went back. If he grabbed it, she would make herself well known and get kicked out - and make sure he gets kicked out with her.

It was a moment later that he finally spoke - mischievous, suspicious. She turned towards him with a brow perked, having just swallowed a bite of the foods. She scowled a little at his words, but her own smile crept across lips. "Alright, just don't be so obvious about it. I need to at least make it to the desserts, or all of this would be for nothing," she spoke quietly, almost in a whisper.

Hopefully, he'd keep playing along.

 

[Aisha]

Tags: Vytal Noctura || Scàth Mhaolàin || Open
Location: The shores of Castra Obsidia

Rancor dragons - beasts she had not seen since she and her Sister's had been forced to flee Dathomir all those months ago. It had made something in her heart ease when she'd exited the ship with the rest of the Mandragora and seeing them soaring through the cloud speckled skies above Roon. So much about this part of the galaxy was nothing like her home... But these creatures made her remember.

When the Nightmother had distanced herself to tend to some of the beasts and speak with their handlers, Aisha split instead to head down to the shore itself, watching as several more of the massive lizard-like monsters took to the sky before landing. It seemed there were a few here that were brave enough to try their hands at riding... It was good.

The Confederacy was not Dathomir, and she suspected there would always be a part of her that missed her home - but the people here were good, and they obviously cared enough to learn about their culture and to take part in some of their practices, even if it was for fun...

With that bit of warmth in her chest, the Elder seated herself on a large crag that jutted out of the sand, curling her legs up beneath her and folding her hands neatly into her lap. Turning her face towards the sea, the breezing whipping errant strands of black hair across her face and neck, Aisha sat and watched the leathery-winged Rancors soar through the skies, enjoying the peace it brought her.

 

[Vytal Noctura]

Wearing: Royal Red Armor
Location: Rancor Dragons on the Coast
Tags: Scàth Mhaolàin | Aisha | Open

Vytal turned her head aside at the approach of the Sayormi man. "Scàth." Her eyes beheld the beast with which he'd arrived on. A small smile graced her lips at the sight. "I am pleased you find value in their company. Wonderful beasts, are they not?" The use of the word 'beast' was in no way diminutive. While battle against aerial vehicles might be unwise in most cases, that aside such a rancor would terrify ground forces and lay waste to their line. Magnificent creatures, which the Nightsisters knew well.

Others of the Mandragora were milling about nearby, which prompted Vytal to look over at Scàth once more. "Have you met many of the others yet?" Perhaps she should introduce him, if he hadn't the pleasure. Before they spent who knew how long sailing among the clouds. This was yet another 'party' was it not? There was no need to stand ready for battle even of a spiritual nature. Time was on their side to enjoy what this world had to offer. And here what it had were mounts that could soar.

 

[Alluria Ivalice]

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Location: Coast near Castra Obsidia
Wearing: This

Following the coastline, Alluria had heard of the spectacle to behold here, though setting eyes upon the Rancor Dragons, a curiosity settled into her mind. Hearing stories about the Rancor of the Nightsisters, she had sought to witness the great beasts herself. Never had she expected to see ones with the ability to fly. From the moment of her approach, she could sense how these were tamed though knew they were creatures who were to be respected no matter if they were feral or not.

Stopping beside one of them, her hand gently reached out and touched the side of the winged creature, her eyes turning to those that were soaring in the sky above. In them she found a sort of majestic sense and though others who were unfamiliar with the rancor may find them disturbing or intimidating, Alluria did not share this.

Vytal Noctura | Aisha | Scàth Mhaolàin | Open​

 

[Lefwen Claskier]

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Wearing: Link
Tags: Open

Parties weren't her thing. There were too many people and too much gossip. And besides, she was supposedly here for academic reasons, although that had rather fallen through when she'd discovered that the Knights Obsidian had arranged for this soiree to occur precisely when she'd intended to visit. She laughed to herself, imagining what her past self would think if she could see her now: in a mood because she wouldn't get a chance to read some dusty old tomes and look at tedious holo-vids... She'd certainly changed.

She'd chosen instead to spend time in Castra Obsidia's glade, delighting for a short while in the beautifully manicured gardens and captivating light orbs. Presently she'd settled under one of the small pagodas, choosing to take a moment to practice her meditation. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to take in the sounds around her, letting them form part of the landscape of her perception. She reached out with her feelings, attempting to recognise and catalogue the emotions of those in and around the glade. Most people were happy, or at least contented. A few individuals stood out though: the couple in the dome nearby; a troubled, contemplative man who was perusing the gardens; and a reflective woman somewhere at the edge of her perception.

Lefwen kept her eyes closed and continued to let the nighttime scene wash over her senses. There would be time to study later, and after that there would be time to worry about what to do next - about which path her life should take. For now, the company of the garden flowers and the inner thoughts of strangers were enough to keep her occupied.

 

[Val Drutin]

Tags: Amaris Tanenat

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Her flattened ears and fluffed tail reminded him of his old pet slice hound's behavior. The dog only ever acted like that when he was scared and preparing to fight for survival.

Val tilted his head - already dipped backwards to look up at the Felacatian's face - and lowered his eyelids. "You're not really a server, are you?" he said, taking a bite of the food he had taken. "What a coincidence - neither am I. I'm here to explore. What are you here for?" He gestured to her platter. "Is it just the food?"

It wasn't that hard to figure out, given that most of the servers were droids and it would be in bad taste for a hired sentient server to risk being caught eating the food meant for the guests, but Val's intuition told him more than the basic facts. Maybe the cat girl was in trouble. Maybe she was here as a spy or an assassin. Or maybe she just wanted some munchies.

Either way, his interest was piqued - for the time being.