Faction No Strings Attached || Secret Santa Sith Order Edition

[Gerwald Lechner]

TAG: Kivah | Astrid pentoghast | Srina Talon | Darth Malum of House Marr | Lunara Azure | Taeli Raaf | Quintessa Zambrano | Lady Falentra | Micah tol Powl | Lyssara Thrynn | Darth Garoul | Eira Dyn | The Lord of Hunger | Matthew Varrec​

The Obsidian Spire stood tall and proud on Jutrand. The building serves as the home for Gerwald Lechner and his mate Naedira Darcrath . His loft, and several other lavish apartments which were reserved for those most loyal to him, occupied the top floors of the tower. On the main floor of the building the open lobby was decorated for a party like only a Sith and Warrior from Stewjon could hold. The dark motif which usually adorned Sith decor was traded for the more rustic aesthetic of the longhouses Gerwald knew on Stewjon. Today those in attendance would experience a Life Day celebration as the Dread Wolf knew they could be.

In the center of the lobby a massive, portable, smokeless fire pit acted as more than a centerpiece to tie the room together. A massive beast, large enough to feed an entire village, turned slowly on the spit as the flames licked and danced about the prepared carcass. Those of his guests would eat well tonight. Barrels filled with mead were set throughout the room. They would serve the patrons well into the night to wash down whatever they ate and ensure that those who wished to imbibe would be well drunk by the end of the evening.

Around the perimeter, set back a safe distance from the fire, were tables set as though the feast was made for kings. Gerwald Lechner knew how to host when it suited him, and this evening it suited his purposes well. The festivities of the evening were in full swing. Gerwald ensured that each guest was greeted and felt as though they belonged under the roof. Where others had played into the sectarianism which had plagued the Order at one point, the Dread Wolf had always believed in something larger that could only be brought about by an Order with a singular focus.

Tonight could prove it was possible.

The invitations had gone out weeks in advance with a name and instructions to bring a gift for the Sith listed on the invitation. Gerwald was curious to see what would happen, the gifts which would be given, and the creativity of those in attendance. The Dread Wolf lurked about the room as the guests enjoyed themselves, and the music played. There was no agenda for the night, no organized games to play, and the usual pomp and circumstance of posture and position were gone. For one night, all were on equal footing.

Gerwald left a small kiss on the cheek of his mate before wandering off to find the name which had been held back for himself. The gift was in a box, metallic, locked with a simple force lock that the young cathar would be able to handle easily. The Wolf was not much of a gift wrapper, so he did something a little more clever.

When Micah tol Powl opened the box he would see his gift, a pair of gauntlets.

“I hope this gift will help you during your time among the Order.”

 

[Lady Falentra]

It was not easy bringing the beast from the underwater labs in F’tral to the heart of jutrand. She was a little stubborn when Falentra had tried to get her in the cramped ship, and she was quite the troublesome passenger as soon as they burst into hyperspace. They were lucky to have even made it to the destination.

Falentra had parked the thranta mothership a distance from the obsidian spire before mounting the large winged beast. They would take of towards the location, landing outside the spire. There was no way she could take her inside, so Falentra gave a few pats on the snout before entering.

 

[Lyssara Thrynn]

I'm looking at my invitation card; it's the big day today. Luckily for me, everything is ready. All I have to do is put on my fancy party suit and head to the celebration with my gift in hand. I hope I haven't made any mistakes being up to the standards of the person I'm giving this gift to is very important to me. After all, this is a very important personality.

For the occasion, I've decided to take the Solar Spectrum, my modest smuggling ship that allows me to travel quickly from point A to point B without too many detours. My destination? The Obsidian Spire. I park my ship nearby in an allocated spot, ready for the festivities.

With my carefully wrapped gift in hand, I arrive at the entrance of the building. I hand over my invitation card to be allowed in, and once I'm cleared, I take my card back and head to the grand hall, which has been beautifully decorated for the event.

I'm immediately greeted by the delightful aroma of cooking and mead. I can already tell that tonight, my mind will not remain clear my love for alcohol will likely make itself known again.

I walk towards the person I'm supposed to give my gift to, offering a polite bow with a little flourish, almost as if I were a noblewoman from the court.

"My respects, Mr. Nargath. I hope this little gift will fulfill your wildest desires."

Of course, I didn't tell him there's a little secret ingredient inside, but I think he can probably sense it. I hold out the gift, and if he decides to open it, he'll discover a bottle of high-quality whiskey alongside a fine cocktail prepared in my lab a treat for drinking and dining alike.
The Red Sunset whiskey was crafted especially for him. I poured all my creativity into that bottle, and I even wrapped it in beautiful gift paper.

The Lord of Hunger | OPEN

 

[Micah tol Powl]

When he received the gift, he'd wished that he'd thought to do something like that. Simple packaging with a trick lock.

As it was, he'd gone to war with wrapping paper to try and wrap the package that he had to give. And he still wasn't quite certain which of them had one the battle.

"I hope this gift will help you during your time among the Order."

The boy bowed appreciatively. "Thank you," he offered as he accepted the gift. The runic detail was quite exquisite. And the gemstones were something that he was eager to inspect more closely. While the prospect of armored gauntlets, on the whole, didn't immediate grab him -- they tended to get in the way when handling delicate experiments in the lab -- he could already tell that they be a fascinating case study in design and materials.

As he made his way through the gathering, the boy approached with a package for Lyssara Thrynn , though it seemed the woman was in conversation with another.

He cat waited for the opportunity to present the gift to her. Such as it was. It was neatly wrapped. Mostly. As much as a package could be when done by a thirteen-year-old with claws that were, at time, annoyingly sharper than the typical finger. Particularly when dealing with wrapping paper.

 

[Lyssara Thrynn]

I turn toward the person approaching me, someone I've seen before at the star racer event and other occasions. It's a fellow Sith acolyte, like me, following their own path. I haven't had much opportunity to talk with them lately, as my schedule has been packed. I glance at the package being offered to me with a warm smile.

"For me? Thank you, that's so kind! I'll open it right away!"

As I unwrap the gift, I discover a pair of black enchanted gloves. I examine them closely, noting that the material used is silk. They'll be very comfortable to wear, and I can't wait to try them on.

Without hesitation, I slip on the pair of black gloves. They fit perfectly and are indeed very comfortable. Stretching out my arms to admire them, I can feel the presence of the Force imbued in each glove. Just like me, they must have dedicated time and energy to crafting them.

"They're perfect! Thank you so much! I love them such fine craftsmanship…"

I extend my hand amicably toward Micah tol Powl as if offering a handshake to express my gratitude for the thoughtful gift. I wonder what they received in return it looks like a pair of gauntlets.

With the gifts exchanged, it's time to toast with a glass of mead! I give a warm smile as a gesture of thanks, letting go, for once, of my usual icy and ruthless demeanor.

 

[Matthew Varrec]

A little present​

Equipment : One-handed blaster, Datapad | A heavy gift
Tag : | Darth Garoul
Location : The Obsidian Spire

He borrowed a ship to make it to the Obsidian Spire, during the journey, we was wondering if the gift will be appreciated. It's important to have good relations with others and a good present can change a lot of thing, same as a bad present.
He adjusts his outfit, his black vest neatly pressed over his red shirt and black pants, as he arrives to the place.




Everything is very impressive, their host was really concerned about the impression he wanted to give. Matthew smiles as he appreciate his surroundings. He takes a long looks to the others, searching for someone, with a heavy package in his hands. When he found him, he approach Darth Garoul with a deep bow.


"It is a great pleasure to meet a man like you. Here, is a modest gift from me, I do hope it will suit you." he said as he reached out to offer his bundle containing a heavy one-handed axe made of Phrik with fine engravings.

 

[The Lord of Hunger]

The Lord of Hunger did not know what to expect from this... 'get together' at the Obsidian spire. All he knew of this location was that it was the domain of Gerwald Lechner , The Great Fenrir as Credius commonly referred to him. This... wolves' den was possibly a dangerous place for the Lord of Hunger to be, but than again, he didn't need to fear anything as long as he kept himself restrained from giving in to his ever-gnawing hunger. After all, this was a time of feast and merriment, two things the Lord of Hunger had long since forgotten to indulge in, but was somewhat happily to engage in as long as it would serve a proper purpose.

Upon his arrival, looking rather young and vibrant due toi having gone through a proper feeding ritual not too long ago in order to make himself more presentable and much less repulsive, once again, the Lord of Hunger looked like how he looked in his physical prime; younger than he had been when the Great Fenrir had been hounding him and looking almost exactly the same as he did when he had spearheaded the government of the Zweihander Union almost half a century prior. Dressed in a black tailored suit and a black turtleneck with no apparent weapons visible on his being, it was clear that the Lord of Hunger wished to show a lack of hostility from his end in order to avoid any misgivings, though it also showed that he was quite certain that even without weapons... he could be considered dangerous.

Pulling at his gloves, the monstrous man reached for one of the beverages made ready by the host of this little party for those who partook in this tradition during the galactic holidays.

He hadn't held on to the glass containing the deep, rich red liquid, or a young woman seemed to fearlessly approach the Lord of Hunger, greeting him rather haphazardly as his crimson and golden eyes became visible through the stylish shades he was wearing.

Lyssara Thrynn handed him something that seemed to resemble a sort of liquor as a present, which Credius accepted gracefully, nodding courteously towards the young woman for her gift. "Let's hope the gift you'll receive will be just as amusing, young lady."

For the moment though, the Lord of hunger too had to find the target for his own generosity, which was Kivah who he would calmly approach, all the while conjuring a large metal box in his arms containing a large black blade adorned with electrum and aurodium, clearly having spared no expenses on this gift. With a nod, Credius would thus reveal and present the Exodus Blade to his designated target for this party's gift exchange.

Lyssara Thrynn | Gerwald Lechner | Kivah | OPEN

 

[Kivah]

Half a pint down of this wonderful ale wasn't the ideal time to be approached by a Lord of the Sith, but Kivah set it aside at the realization she was being approached by this rather imposing one. He pulled a metal box from seemingly nothing, causing her eyes to widen at both the impressive usage of the Force and the realization that he was her secret gift giver. Quickly, she smoothed her brow at the thought that you weren't supposed to know your gifter at a secret Santa event, not wanting The Lord of Hunger to think it was his approach that had her perturbed.

"Thank you my Lord." She stood as he proffered her the long box. From its size and weight, it could only be a few things. Her mind danced with images of a new gun, perhaps a precision rifle, to really reach out and touch someone. Without a thought for waiting, Kivah placed the box on the table and pulled at the latches to reveal, a big sword? A big sword with fine inlays and gems! She ran a hand along the flat of the blade, careful of the edges. "Thank you my Lord." She repeated, gratitude clear in her voice. "It looks like a fine blade." She realized two things, she'd have to find someone to teach her to wield such a sword, and it was likely enchanted in some way like most sith swords. Very few things were purely ceremonial and there would be no reason to give her a blade that just looked pretty. "I look forward to using it in battle one day." Taking up the weapon, she slung the sheath over her back to hang onto it while partying. "If you'll excuse me though, I need to go deliver my own gift."

Kivah had spotted Eira Dyn across the way and, after giving Lord Nargath a polite bow and extricating herself, made her way to the other apprentice and Tsis-Kaar agent. Calling out, "Eira! it's good to see you." as she approached. Her people didn't much care for overly packaged things, was just more trash at the end of the day, but Kivah had placed Eira's gift in a fine velvet bag held shut by drawstrings. Handing it over, she continued. "I know you don't care much for armor, but I figured this would be of use to you. Shouldn't get in the way at least. You're good at this stuff, just need to stop doubting yourself." She told the other woman, meeting her eyes.

 

[Eira Dyn]

Attire: Casual
Tag: Kivah

Eira had struggled with her latest assignment, it was to product a gift worthy of surrendering over to another. A stranger no doubt and Eira was unsure of what she could create. Her skills with metalwork, knitting and the other more traditional forms of artistry were not high in her mind. There was plenty that she needed to work on to improve. Instead she decided to take the time given to her to work on her Sith alchemy skills. This allowed her to work on a gift that would be a demonstration of her growing power as well as being useful.

Something that Eira considered to be of great importance when it came to presents.

Carrying the gift in her hand, she looked around the room, attempting to identify the person that she had been assigned to. Eira had thought long and hard on what she should do and whether it would be a gift that would be welcomed. However, while she was lost in her thoughts, Kivah approached her with a present for Eira.

The young acolyte tilted her head in surprise, she hadn't expected on receiving a present and realised that she needed to open it up. Pulling out the mask, Eira studied the details of the mask, the way it was designed and the many features of the mask. "Oh, this is going to be very helpful while on missions. This is fantastic to receive. I appreciate your efforts in gifting this to me." Eira stated, clearly admiring the hard work put in to the present, ensuring that it is made to be of great use for her.

"It is good to see you too. I would enjoy to catch up later, after I hand my gift over." Eira nodded her head, making sure to circle back around to Kivah to talk some more.

Smiling politely, she waved goodbye to the Cathar as she had spotted her recipient of her present. Wandering over to them, Eira breathed in deeply and extended her own present that she had made for Lunara Azure .

"Hello, I am Eira Dyn, I was assigned for your Secret Santa, here is your present. I hope that you enjoy this." Eira gave a smile as she proffered the gift she had made.

 

[Lady Falentra]

Finding with these halls was easy, he was a prominent and familiar figure. The siren approached him, greeted him in a bow with due respect.

“I have gift for you. She’s right outside the obllisk. Her name is Tarragon. I have familiarised her to you scent and presence, that she has developed a bond to. I hope you might see her with haste, she might get lonely.” She told him. Giving the gift, it was almost hard to let go of something she had so long to create, watching the beast grow into something so formidable.

“I hope you like the gift. Happy life day, Darth Malum of House Marr ,”

 

[Astrid pentoghast]

Tag: Matthew Varrec

The nightsister found the idea of sith celebrating a holiday about life a little ridiculous especially a necromancer such as herself. And others that bring death regularly but she would not refuse an invite from Gerwald Lechner . To such a party as she walked threw the main room unbothered by many of the conversations going on around her she held a small box. Dathomir held no such days like this especially with the exchanging of gifts so she was ill equipped to know what a proper gift was not to mention she never heard of man she was meant to get the gift for.

As she walked up to Matthew Varrec she handed him his gift "may it bring you better fortune than it did me if you concentrate on the ring and let your dark side flow through the ring it will turn you into a raven you will keep all your faculties and can transform back at anypoint" she said honestly setting it in his hand before fading into the party. She wasn't one for receiving praise for doing simple gestures like this the feast would be enough of a thanks for the nightsister plus the ring wasn't entirely much it was something she meant to use but never did.

 

[Darth Garoul]

The Dark Lord was not inclined to indulge in such frivolities, but out of duty—perhaps to his mother, or to some lingering sense of decorum—he found himself attending the gift-giving event at the Obsidian Spire. The journey there had been marked by quiet reflection. Having utilized a ship of his own, Darth Garoul opted for something a little more casual in his dress. Upon arrival, he adjusted his attire—a crisp black vest over a red shirt, paired with perfectly tailored black trousers—ensuring that everything was immaculate. The surroundings impressed him. Clearly, their host had gone to great lengths to project an image of opulence and power. The grand halls echoed with hushed conversations and rustling silks, each detail carefully arranged to leave a lasting impression.

It wasn't long until someone approached him. Someone he did not recognize but they were respectful and humble.

He lifted the bundle's covering, revealing a masterfully crafted one-handed axe forged from gleaming Phrik. The metal's intrinsic hardness was enhanced by exquisite engravings that caught the light, intricate patterns hinting at secrets known only to the craftsman. It was both weapon and art, a piece worthy of a warrior who understood true power. "Tell me, sir, might I have your name?" He inquired of the man whilst he examined the axe.

Darth Garoul regarded the offered axe with a carefully measured silence. He let the air between them stretch, tension rippling through the subtle hush of the hall. With slow deliberation, he reached out to accept the gift. The dark side pulsed softly beneath his skin, and he felt the weight of the weapon, the gleam of its Phrik head catching the emberlight of distant braziers. His blue eyes narrowed as he took in the exquisite engravings, noting their craftsmanship and the care that went into its creation. Perhaps not so frivolous after all.

With a brief incline of his head—his version of a gracious nod—he acknowledged Matthew's gesture. "Your offering is… well-chosen," he said, voice low and edged with quiet approval. "A weapon both beautiful and deadly. It pleases me that you understand strength must never be divorced from purpose." The words were few, but they were not empty. Darth Garoul understood the subtle diplomacy of gifts, and he let a rare flicker of something akin to respect cross his features before it vanished behind the mask of composed authority.

As the muted strains of music and soft conversation drifted through the obsidian halls, Garoul turned from Matthew and sought another figure who stood apart from the revelry. Astrid Pentoghast was no stranger to these circles—intelligent, ambitious, and not easily impressed. She stood beneath a carved archway that cast angular shadows across her face. The faint, ember-like glow of the torches played about her features as Garoul approached.

He carried a smaller, leather-bound volume cradled gently against his forearm. Its cover bore subtle patterns reminiscent of arcane runes, and there was a curious shimmer to it—like molten metal caught between the pages. As he drew near, the very air around the book seemed charged, thick with latent power. This was the Liber Infernalis, a creation of the Sith Lord's alchemical artistry, a gift only for one who could appreciate and wield its depths.

Pausing before Astrid, he dipped his head in a greeting, acknowledging her as an equal worthy of attention. "Lady Astrid Pentoghast," he began, voice subdued yet firm, "I believe this may find a suitable home in your hands." He lifted the grimoire carefully, allowing her to see the soft, ember-touched glow that pulsed faintly from within its pages. "Within these page, you will find not just spells, but the means to shape them, to absorb and modify the knowledge of those who came before you."

He allowed himself a slight tilt of his chin, a hint of pride in his creation. "It will remain as light as it is now, no matter how many spells it claims. It will know your needs, and provide. I offer it to you as a testament that cunning minds and deft hands are valued—when they serve a greater design."

Garoul extended the Liber Infernalis toward her, the whisper of dark side energy coiling softly between them. In this exchange, he gave a rare measure of trust and expectation, as though he believed Astrid might truly make something extraordinary of the tome's infinite potential.

Astrid pentoghast | Matthew Varrec ​

 

[Astrid pentoghast]

Darth Garoul

Astrid noticed the son of carnifex before he began his approach sure he was one of many such children but she kept a list of important people in the back of her mind and he was on there. Partially because of his father but he was a sith lord aswell which garnered a certain level of respect using the force Astrid summoned a glass of wine to her hand as Garoul approached her. Ichor green eyes scanning the epicanthrix over as he finished the man over "lord zambrano a pleasure to meet you" she said she was a little surprised he took the time to approach her but as he handed her the tome she would realize why.

Listening to the son of carnifex speak she was genuinely surprised by the gift as a whole "this gift is extraordinary lord zambrano and I will try my best to use it to its fullest and I'll keep it close." She said it made her gift feel almost paltry in comparison as she looked the tome over to say she was impressed was an understatement this was or is an amazing gift her face showed a little amusement at the ideas that the tome gave her. It made her tome of shadows obsolete but it needed replaced anyway it was showing it's age.

"May i say your gift may be one of the better ones here it's certainly outdone my gift by a great measure" she said taking a sip of wine as she held the tome under her arm the sorceress would definitely use it to great and terrible effect for the sith order and beyond.

 

[Quintessa Zambrano]

Location: Lobby, Obsidian Spire - Jutrand
Attire: Black Sith Robes
Equipment: Passion and Prejudice │ Jin'Wodasir (2) │ Amulet of Many │ Spirit Anchor
Dialogue Legend: <<Ghoul-Speak>> │ “Galactic Basic” │ <”ur-Kittât”>
Tag: Srina Talon

Quintessa made her way into the lobby accompanied by her dutiful gynoid assistant, Gigi. Once inside, her gaze widened as she took in the festive decorations and the massive beast being rotated on the spit. Although the party had already started, Quintessa didn’t quite get the impression that she was late.

There was still plenty of time to hand off her gift before the festivities were truly underway.

“Follow me, Gigi.” Quintessa said to her assistant, who dutifully followed in her wake as the tiny Asa’nyx made her way through the gathered guests. Briefly turning around, she saw the gynoid carefully handling the gift, which was contained inside a large, rectangular package wrapped in pink gift paper emblazoned with the symbol of the Sith Order.

Although Quinessa had hoped to be able to handle giving the gift herself, it was simply far too large for a being of her tiny stature to safely handle, much less attempt to wield.

However, from what she already heard, hers was not nearly the largest or most elaborate gift on offer.

“Empress,” Quintessa lowered herself into a shallow bow, before rising back up to her full stature. As she did, a soft, playful smile manifested over her alabaster-pale features, at which point she snapped her fingers, compelling her gynoid assistant to take a step forward. “It is a pleasure and an honor to be your angel. May you have a joyous Life Day occasion~” The tiny speedster purred as Gigi offered the box to the Dread Queen. “I will allow you the honor of unwrapping it and finding out what is inside, unless...” She paused then, a single, neatly-groomed eyebrow rising up her forehead, as her lips curled upward in a playful smirk.

“You are not one for surprises.” Quintessa finished, her tone carrying equal parts playfulness and girlish excitement!

Spoiler: The Gift

Soprano Slaughter

Spoiler: Permission

In gifting the Soprano Slaughter to Srina Talon, I hereby give her unlimited permission to utilize the submission in any capacity that she sees fit!

 

[Lyssara Thrynn]

The party is in full swing, now that I've given out my gifts and received mine, I've sat down at a table with a good plate of meat prepared by our host, and I've also got a nice glass of mead to celebrate with. I'm enjoying myself, savoring each bite of this delicious meat, pleased to be able to taste it.

Siths know how to throw a party. One can't deny that, as I take a good sip of mead and then grab another big chunk of Barback because I'm still hungry and I plan on staying late tonight. I think our host has planned for us to have a place to sleep, although I could just sleep in my own ship, which isn't too much of a problem.

Moreover, we are in a mythical setting, so I've decided to drink and feast to fully enjoy the event and indulge myself. It's necessary to disconnect from fighting from time to time with something good, the same goes for my lab, I need to take a break so as not to blow my brain up. All these scientific formulas can sometimes be hard to remember and give me terrible headaches. That's why, to exceptionally ease them, I'm on my third glass of mead.

I'm sitting in a relaxed and laid-back manner. My usual stiffness has given way to a much more festive and calm attitude. The warmth of the cooking fire is also very pleasant and it feels good; it warms me both inside and out. I should attend more parties, it is now time to think about my future as well.