On the Anniversary of the Woostri Conquest
Some time had passed since the seas of Woostri burned beneath falling warships and the defenders of that world were driven into collapse beneath Sith conquest. Time had done little to soften the memory. Those who fought there knew victory was rarely as clean as history preferred to make it, and among the Sith memory was seldom allowed the comfort of becoming myth. With threats of new conflicts with the High Republic and the Iron Covenant looming overhead, past victories needed to be celebrated.
Perhaps that was why the summons had stirred so much attention.
Upon Jutrand, where the domains of Sith Lords rose across the world in monuments of ambition and old power, The Obsidian Spire opened its halls. Long held as the seat and home of Gerwald Lechner, the fortress had seen war councils, private rites, political bargains, and the mustering of the Second Legion itself. It was not the only great stronghold on Jutrand, though few would mistake its presence for anything less than power made visible.
For this night, its doors were opened in honor of Woostri, or so the invitation claimed.
Guests passed through the processional chambers of The Obsidian Spire beneath towering vaults of black stone and polished metal. Standards carried during the campaign hung above the approach, and some still bore the marks of battle. Along the walls stood relics brought back from the ocean world, fragments of ruined defenses, trophies reclaimed from drowned fortresses, and spoils whose histories drew quieter conversation from those who paused before them. The stronghold did not feel dressed for celebration as much as stirred by memory.
Within the grand hall, the fortress had been remade for an evening of courtly spectacle. Candlelight moved across polished floors while music carried through the chamber. Long banquet tables stretched beneath vaulted ceilings, and great holoprojectors cast scenes from the campaign overhead. Storm-driven seas rolled in spectral light above the feast, and warships descended again through smoke, until it seemed the battle itself had been invited into the hall.
Beyond the banquet floor, a great performance had been prepared to mark the anniversary. Through illusion, martial pageantry, and living reenactment, the conquest of Woostri would unfold again before the assembled Order. The fall of Alliance defenses would be shown as it had been remembered by those who fought there. Jedi resistance would be driven back once more beneath staged fire and crashing seas. It was not meant to entertain the court so much as remind it what had been won, and what it had cost.
Many would watch with pride, while others might feel the old unease that comes when memory draws too close to truth. More than a few would ask why this victory had been summoned so vividly, and why Gerwald Lechner had chosen this moment to gather the Order beneath his roof.
That question lingered as the evening wore on.
Rumors passed quietly between guests, carried in low voices over wine and candlelight. Some spoke of disturbances at the edge of Sith space. Others whispered of Force sects stirring in forgotten regions, of old Jedi teachings resurfacing where they had long been thought buried, and of scattered enclaves drawing together in secret. There were darker murmurs still, suggesting whatever rose beyond the horizon was not merely another remnant of resistance.
Some believed the anniversary concealed a broader convening, and that celebration served as cover for matters not yet spoken aloud.
That suspicion deepened as certain chambers within The Obsidian Spire remained closed to most guests, while whispers spread of invitations reserved for only a select few.
The feast was never only a feast. It gave rivals reason to meet, allies reason to bargain, and ambitious souls reason to test how far they might rise. Beneath the grace of ceremony, quiet designs could advance as easily as conversation.
The guests had not come for one purpose alone. Some had come for the spectacle, others for politics, and more than a few arrived sensing this gathering marked something more than remembrance. A year after Woostri, the victory was being called forward for a reason, though no one yet spoke of it plainly.
In halls where old campaigns were reenacted before an audience of conquerors, it was easy to wonder whether the night honored a finished war, or prepared the Order for something still gathering beyond sight.
Few among the Sith believed Gerwald Lechner had gathered so many beneath his roof without purpose.
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The halls of The Obsidian Spire are open for feasting, music, and dance as the Sith Order gathers in celebration. Take to the ballroom floor, seek a partner for the evening, renew old bonds, kindle rivalries, pursue romance, or let whispered conversations between dances lead somewhere unexpected. In a gathering such as this, even social grace may carry consequence.
Beyond the revel, the court remains a place of power. Seek patronage, negotiate alliances, test rivals, advance private designs, or pursue opportunities that only arise when so many Lords and aspirants gather beneath one roof. Not every contest in Sith society is settled with a blade.
Rumors move quietly through the gathering of private summons, closed chambers, and signs of unrest beyond Sith space. Follow those whispers into the deeper halls of The Obsidian Spire, uncover secrets hidden beneath the celebration, and discover whether this anniversary marks remembrance alone, or the stirring of conflict yet to come.
The halls of The Obsidian Spire are open for feasting, music, and dance as the Sith Order gathers in celebration. Take to the ballroom floor, seek a partner for the evening, renew old bonds, kindle rivalries, pursue romance, or let whispered conversations between dances lead somewhere unexpected. In a gathering such as this, even social grace may carry consequence.
Beyond the revel, the court remains a place of power. Seek patronage, negotiate alliances, test rivals, advance private designs, or pursue opportunities that only arise when so many Lords and aspirants gather beneath one roof. Not every contest in Sith society is settled with a blade.
Rumors move quietly through the gathering of private summons, closed chambers, and signs of unrest beyond Sith space. Follow those whispers into the deeper halls of The Obsidian Spire, uncover secrets hidden beneath the celebration, and discover whether this anniversary marks remembrance alone, or the stirring of conflict yet to come.
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