Faction Obsidian Night || The Confederacy [ KO & Friends ]

[Ascendant Muse]

ROON
Obsidian Headquarters, Abrion Sector

The Season had been one of Loss.

Only a few months prior, the Knights Obsidian had been a monumental force. Upon their shoulders rested the burden of standing between corruption and the peace the held dear. And, for many years, they succeeded in this glorious purpose. Yet, in an instant, the strength of the Knighthood was shattered. Once they numbered in the thousands - and over the course of a single day, their midst was diminished. The culprit? An artifact, known as the Eye, had been uncovered on a distant world. Its nature was unknown. Its origins unknown. Yet, as the Knights brought it to Roon for study, the Eye awakened. It acted as a beacon for something terrible. The ensuing Cataclysm brought forth monstrosities from the beyond, and turned the Knighthood's own people into beasts themselves.

Many perished. Even more were broken. Few were left whole.

In the months that followed, the Knighthood had faced an uphill climb. Despite the suffering they had endured, the task at hand never slept. The forces of corruption would always seek to infect their people; and thus the few needed to act as many. To say that many a Knight felt stretched to their limit was the understatement of the century. And yet, against these odds, the Knights Obsidian endured. Now, though the road ahead was long and full of challenges, the Knighthood had earned a reprieve. Thus, the midst was called to their shattered home and made to muster before the blighted steps. The once proud citadel stood as a shadow of its former glory - a grim reminder to the Knighthood's current state.

And upon those steps did the Lord Commander, Kyyrk , relinquish his title to a fitting successor. Gerwald Lechner stepped forward.

His first decree? That the Season of Loss had concluded. A Season of Victory was now upon them. Change would come in the face of what they had endured. But for this day, they had earned the right to soothe their aching bones. They had earned a day to relish in the fact that they had survived. They had earned a ray of sunshine after the storm. Thus, the beaches at the base of the citadel became the site of the day. Modest bonfires had been erected. The stores from the citadel's kitchens plundered - and the smell of roasting meets filled the air. For this day, the Knighthood would be able to raise a glass in the name of the fallen. For this day, they could enjoy an Obsidian Night.

Spoiler: Points of Interest

Across the shoreline, a number of bonefires had been erected by friendly hands. What few droids survived had been put to task, carrying coolers of iced beverages to enjoy. Here, one may rest alongside their fellows and share in the bounties of the pilfered kitchens.​

Beyond the bustling bonfires are winding paths along the shore. Some twist into the forests of palms. Others run parallel to the waters. Whichever way the paths lead, one is free to wander!​

Let not the beaches and the paths confine you, the world is yours. From the caverns underneath the waves to the remains of the Obsidian citadel, Roon is free to explore!​

Spoiler: Tag

Gerwald Lechner
Vytal Noctura
Kurenai Yumi
Rayne Centaris
Asaraa Vaashe
Ashelia Solidor
Rylan Kordel
@Cord Starfell
Taramaz Arcturus
Áine
Lucianus Adair
Lunara Azure
Hisashi
Taiia Locke
Beric Layne
Shalita Verd
Zlova Rue
Luca Ioneşti
Nine Lives
Zoe Rosella
Darth Ivum
Aries Creed
Eli-Mae Forrest
Asher Mossa
Veronika Fleischer
Kalanda Tishire
Abel Denko
Serena Denko
Remin Garrington
Lonthor Moriwant
Vyse de Valorous
Aadya Volke
Isalor Grathan
Millu Lee
Danielle Mueller
Teyla Sal-Soren
Arro Peradun
Eline Djo
Shiraine Bennet
Redd
Julra Repraj
Shamira Karuto
Kobi Fesser
Jalan Riyadosh
Laneya Wexler
Ticca
Krystal
Fury of Aerðs
Dispara
Xevnlie BrightScorch
Miyako Saki
Pyeth Raffinki
Dreidi Xeraic
Ora Haskarr
Ragalax Arcturus
Valeria de la Vallée

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[Gerwald Lechner]

H U M B L E D​

Wearing: xxx
Tag: Open

Today was a formality, nothing more. In private Kyyrk had already stepped down from the position of Lord Commander, and Gerwald had picked up the mantle. There had been a symbolic act in a moment shared between them and the Nightmother Vytal Noctura when the Miraluka had rest his mantle on the shoulder of the lupine. There was a weight to it which humbled the wolf, and the weight he felt even more so now that the announcement had been made official.

His hand reached for the ring which was on the chain that hung from his neck. It did not seem so long ago that he had enjoyed another celebration, one where he realized he was truly capable of loving someone deeply. Naturally he would fall for someone that had been nothing more to him than a friend. Yet, she had been a good one. For the first time Gerwald had known what it was to be loved by someone without wanting something in return. Naedira Darcrath had simply wanted the best for him, and she had always seen him capable of more.

“If only you were here for this,” he said under his breath as he walked down the stairs of the wrecked citadel. “Bet you never thought I would be Lord Commander one day. I certainly did not.”

The words would not be heard by anyone, and if Naedira heard them, Gerwald would be lucky. Her battle with the Nocna Mora was very real. Now that he knew the struggle even more of his time was determined on freeing her, but to do it in a way that would release from the clutches of the beast and not see more people die because of it was the hard part. She suffered so others did not have to, and in turn that meant Gerwald suffered.

His loyalty was his weakness, and yet it was that loyalty which Voph had seen as a reason to elevate Gerwald to the place he was now.

Gerwald sighed as he walked toward the beach. It was not unlike him to make the appearances he was required to make only to retreat back to his solitude. Tonight was no different. The peace would only last for so long before someone came to find him, or the force would smile on him and give him a lone moment with Naedira. In the meantime, Gerwald walked the beach collecting dry pieces of driftwood. The fires would need them at some point, and the meats which were cooking over the fires would need tending. It had been some time since Gerwald had cooked anything over an open fire, but tonight he would. Perhaps he would simply sit and tend to the slow roast as it hung on the spit.

Blue eyes scanned the crowd as he dropped the wood near the pile which would be used to keep the fires burning well into the night. Many seemed happy, despite the defeats which had been suffered. That brought a small smile to Gerwald’s face. His efforts had not been in vain, and they would defeat the evil which had decimated their numbers. The Knights would rebuild, he would rebuild them. This was his task above all others.

“You would have had fun tonight.”

He missed her, Naedira, and yet even now he was content. Perhaps he was beginning to accept what had happened. The wolf would not give up any more than he would fail in the task ahead. Gerwald composed himself and moved into the crowd which was gathering around the fires. A leader needed to be with the people tonight. He could not retreat despite the fact his eyes continued to wander away from the group.

Tonight was for them, not him.

Tonight, he belonged to them.​

 

[Redd]

Outfit: XoXo
Tags: Gerwald Lechner | @Open

Redd could remember the last time that she had been on a beach. The woman had been accompanied by a rabbit, where she sat on Haastal Haran ’s knee and shared a drink. Such had been simpler times in their relationship. In fact, it had been one of the first few interactions that the two had shared. However, the lupine had attended this beach gathering alone. Her mate didn’t fancy her brother and he had asked that she leave the Knight’s Obsidian; not that she was actually needed by them anyway. With a thirst for blood and an animal instinct, her place amongst the Confederacy had mostly been concealed. Some days she wondered as to where she actually stood, for she felt adrift, lost in the sea of faces that made up such a large faction.

She thought that she had found her place beside Haastal, but sometimes she even wondered about that, because it felt as if she was a stranger looking in on the festivities. Everywhere she looked, she saw things that she wasn’t.

Human. Mandalorian. A Knight.

These were things that she never could tell if she was truly a part of. Even being here at this gathering somehow didn’t seem right. Yet as Redd gently touched her lower stomach, the wolf sighed and glanced out towards the forest of palms. The red wolf wanted to run, to hunt and to kill. She wanted to taste blood and feel the frenzied adrenaline that would pump through her veins as she did so. In fact, the woman wondered as to what it would be like to simply let go and just give in to the animal side of her. To be free of human rules and to raise her pups free of the current feeling that she was feeling. Hell, the woman didn’t even tell Haastal as to where she was going, due to the fact that she didn’t think it would interest him. Should she have? Maybe, but it didn’t seem relevant. At least Not right now anyway.

Slowly, she made her way over to Gerwald, her brother and forced a smile upon her lips. When had it been since the last time that she saw him? Had it been when they had argued with Prazutis? It sounded about right, but that situation had only made it clear to the woman that Gerwald was willing to walk in with her going in blind. Even now the facts had been unclear and the woman had been angry. Her pups had been put in danger and she hadn’t been able to tell as to who was a friend and who was foe. The confusion had been overwhelming to say in the least and yet now she was attending a party in his honour. One that saw him rise in station and another realisation hit home, Gerwald wouldn’t have time for her anymore. Not that he currently did to begin with. Others always occupied his time, not to mention the dead woman who occupied his thoughts.

She couldn’t quite understand how he could still pine for a dead person, but grief didn’t actually ever make sense. The lupine herself had had to make peace with her own losses and now she was carrying the future within her. ”Brother.” Redd said softly as she felt the heat of the fires that burned upon the shoreline. Even her toes could feel the course grains of sand as she walked over it and approached the man known as Gerwald. Another lupine and she lifted a hand to gently rub at her arm for a moment as she remembered the blood that had been taken. More testing, the doctor had said, as there had been some anomalies. ”Congratulations.” She said as she reached him, but dropped both of her hands by her sides.​

 

[B1-176]

Location: Low Orbit
Attachment: Drop Ship and Platoon of Droids reinforced with Beskar plating

Bee and about 40 other b1battle droids moved around the interior of the dropship as it rattled and shook through the atmosphere. Every droid was mint, upgraded with new motors, up armored with a Beskar-Alloy, and armed with heavy weapons. All these droids had also been programmed to be independent with their own personalities, each individual was fanatically loyal.

Be stood upright, tinkering with his cloth scarf which draped loosely from his neck, clipping it in place and folding till it looked nice. Bee looked up from his cloth after fixing it and turned his attention to one of the sergeants, dotted with red painted accents on the armor.

"Sergeant, tell the others that we are approaching the landing zone. Ready up." Bee stepped forward and began strapping an additional beskar plate to his torso. "And Hurry."

"Roger Roger."

The ship shook and rattled as the sergeant turned and moved towards the other sergeants with the order. Bee shook his faceplate, he'd be smiling if he had the ability, all these droids loyal to him, he was in charge. Bee was the king of his own force. He hadn't always been in charge like this, when he was first found in the 800 year old CIS ship, powerless and drifting, he took the role of nothing more than a pirate and part of a crew, but now? Now he was the head honcho, and allying himself with the revived confederacy meant that once again he had purpose. But, unlike last time, he and his kind would not be slaves to organic overlords, they were to be seen as equals, and Bee would make sure of that.

"We are approaching the landing zone Your highness, prepare for touchdown." The ship rattled as the intercom audibly switched off and a red flood-light illuminated the room. Bee reached down and grabbed the sling of his modified rotary gun and slung it over his back, magnetically locking it in place. On the other side of the room, the massive ramp of the dropship creaked, following by flashing lights and steam. The mechanical noise of metal-on-metal and pistons sounded as the ramp broke the pressurized seal of the cargo room and the first rays of starlight began seeping though into the hull. As the ramp lowered, the squads of battle droids formed up into columns behind their sergeants, armed and ready to move. Bee marched with purpose, flanked by two command droids, also up armored and with electro staffs. As Bee approached the ramp, he turned and began shouting.

"Squad One, secure the ship and set up a perimeter, Squad Two, assist them. Squad Three begin scouting the shoreline for the Artifact. Squad Four, you are with me." Bee waved his hand and each of the squads snapped to face the door and began moving to their assigned positions. Bee, his guards, and the detachment of ten battle droids began marching down the ramp and turned towards the shoreline. There was some sort of event happening and Bee was going to make it a point to visit and gain information.

After walking for sometime, Bee began to spot bonfires dotting the shoreline and people gathering. Approaching one, he and his squad immediately began scanning the people for anyone who looked as though they'd have information on the whereabouts of it, or at very least, someone willing to help.

 

[Vytal Noctura]

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On the beaches where the fires burned, a pale figure danced. Naught but the soft shift of sand, the lap of an endless tide, and the sharp crack of wood was heard. Little was worn, and but bands of cloth covered her were only because a Witch did not make a spectacle of herself in spiritual communion. Yet, being naked about a fire would be a spectacle to most offworlders. The compromises one made for the greater good.​

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Her arms moved through the air before and above her as Vytal danced about the circumfrence of the flaming tower. Her body bent and twisted side to side, her hips rolled, while her feet stretched straight out before her before lighting back upon the surface of the world. Black lips parted as breath was issued forth releasing the weakness of the corporeal as new life was drawn in.​

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Minutes had gone by before the currents of wind wrapped themselves about the pyre. Soon tendrils of flame reached out toward the Witch. They drew a humanoid figure in the open space before the Witch, and together they danced. As one advanced, the other retreated, and they exchange turns leading in the unspoken exchange. What were words to spirits?​

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When the pair came to a standstill, arms extended out toward one another, the flaming figure silently vanished back into the aether. Only then did Vytal's green eyes unveil themselves, and the expenditure of the effort registered to her senses.​

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Slowly she withdrew from the flame to retrieve her canister of water.​

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As she drank, her eyes scanned over the beach and found the newly risen Lord Commander nearby. She neither smiled nor frowned at the sight. Yet her eyes shone brightly in the dark as they lingered on him a time. Gerwald had personal matters that left a deep trench in his wake though few could see it. They might, perhaps, feel the risen turf at its edges to know something was there, but that did not mean they could see what caused it.​

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The Nightmother began to cross through the darkness between fires in the man's direction.​

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Tag: Gerwald Lechner | Redd | Open​

Template By: Darth Metus (Guy)​

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

H U M B L E D​

Wearing: xxx
Tag: Redd | Vytal Noctura

There was laughter dancing on the breeze which blew in off the ocean. Gerwald could smell the salt on it, his nose picking up on the scents most would not. Something about the salt on the wind, and the aroma of burning wood and cooking meats created an intoxicating scent. Gerwald could admit to being happy if asked, if only for the fact it seemed that those under his charge were enjoying themselves from what he had observed so far. There were some among them he knew better than others, one who had made a point to address him.

Redd .

There was a smile at the sound of her voice. Gerwald was never certain if she would be among the Knights or with the Mandalorians. He knew her struggle, the fact she did not feel as though she belonged in any of the worlds she found herself thrust into. They had not spoken since Dantooine, likely because Gerwald had endangered her pups. His intention had never been to face Prazutis, nor had he thought their trip to Dantooine would be a violent one, yet, it had been.

“Thank you,” came his reply as he regarded her. “Walk with me?”

His hand motioned along the shoreline away from the crowds, yet close enough to still be considered among them. It was quiet between them for a time. Gerwald often did not know what to say to the woman. Things always came more natural between them when they both let the wolves run free, something Gerwald did less and less. He was losing himself perhaps, but the lupine felt the weight of every decision he had made, and of course the heaviness of the promises he had made still clung to him. He would keep his word.

“The pups, they are well,” Gerwald asked as he noticed the way in which Redd had been rubbing her arm. He could only imagine the medics were doing what they could to ensure they would be healthy.

Gerwald looked further ahead along the shore, his boots sinking into the wet sand. He should have had them off, letting the sand move through his feet, but Gerwald always kept himself ready. Even his lightsaber hung from the belt on his waist, though it was likely he would not need it. The Knights had faced a lot, so much, in recent months, and Gerwald would not be caught off guard, not if he could help it. Ironic that he thought so considering the sight before him.

He had known of the thing witches did around the fire. His time with Katrine made him no stranger to the rituals they observed. What he had not been accustomed to was watching them actually dance with the fire. It seemed the Nightmother had conjured herself a dancing partner, one that was as dangerous as it was intriguing.

The wolf smirked.

“I have never understood these witches, even though I called one lover for a time,” he said to his sister as Vytal approached.

Her partner seemed to dissipate as quickly as it had formed, and as the woman approached, Gerwald could not help but notice the stoicism etched across the woman’s face. There was nothing to give her away, save her eyes. They were bright, almost like a beacon in the darkness. It was odd. As she approached, Gerwald could not help but feel as though she were staring into his soul, searching out those things he wished to keep secret. It forced him to look away.
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[Vyse de Valorous]

Tags: Gerwald Lechner Vytal Noctura Redd
Vyse looked around at all the merriment, a slight smirk at all the joyful festivity's that surrounded him. Heat from the near by bonfire keeping him warm as he enjoyed the hot sand against his feet. Though.. it was a strange experience overall.

He'd spent the last months away training, thankfully missing the horrible catastrophe that saw the order he belonged to brought so low. But, in truth he had not been to anything.. fun? Like this in a decade or more. So focused on survival from in his old life, not that he could've back then afforded such frivolous activities. And now here he was, finally in a place of peace. It was a strange sensation. Mostly as he wasn't sure what to do with it.

He watched at all the party goers having a much needed break after what they had to go though. A cold breeze blowing though his very thin dark blue shirt and pants, drawing a smirk from his face as he enjoyed the sensation and it's contract with the heat before sighing and laying back on the sand, looking up at the sky, it's sea of stairs and the pillar of fire before him.

Now he had to figure out what to do, he couldn't just sit there could he? Everyone else seemed to be dancing or doing some activity. Not that he could dance. Though the downside of being away was that he didn't make any connections, he didn't really know a soul here besides the odd of chance meeting. Though that did end up sparing him all the torture everyone else went though.

A slight frown went across his face as he continued his negative train of thoughts. While he is grateful to be spared the horror, he was likely the only one such. Would that isolate him even more? Survival though the hardest of times forms bonds ever lasting, and would they even care for someone who had not shared what sounded like the worst of nightmares?

He sighed annoyed at the mere thought. No. He would not allow that to be even close to reality. He pushed himself up, using the force to give an extra boost simply as he enjoyed such. And once on his feet he looked at all the party goers and set off, even if his thoughts did hold credence he is not going to lay down and allow it to become reality without trying to change it. He set off, detrimend to chat with the first person he comes across.

 

[B1-176]

Tags: Vyse de Valorous
Bee emerged from the shadows and ordered his squad to spread out and begin questioning the crowds to see if anyone knew the whereabouts of the ancient relic they were searching for. Looking around, Bee spotted Vyse standing up near a fire. Bee, flanked by his guards quickly approached him in formation.

"Hello there," Bee stopped a few feet from Vyse and straightened his posture towards him, making sure not to block the view of his guards. "My team and I are looking for an artifact here supposedly off the coast and we were wondering if you knew any information as to it's whereabouts that could help us. There is a reward in order for any who can lead us to the relic."

 

[Beric Layne]

F R O S T B U R N

Tag: Millu Lee | Jan Beroya
Wearing: x

Roon.

Beric had not heard of the world, not until after the cataclysm when the remaining Knights Obsidian had been summoned to the ruins that were to serve as their temporary headquarters. And since then, he had not visited the world. But on this night -- yet another one of solemn and sorrow, a celebration determined to be of contemplation and mourning -- he found himself on Roon again.

He was dressed in the traditional 'dress' raiment of Vandor culture -- a roughspun tunic, Kod'yok leather belt horizontally across his waist and diagonally across his chest, trousers cut out of heavy cloth, and boots fashioned out of the same leather. It was nowhere near as elegant as the garments that the other Obsidian squires, knights, lords, and even his own apprentice wore; but they were a raiment made purely for practicality, a Vandorian tradition. They did not have the time nor the resources to waste on clothes made out of the presentation. Besides, hed' rather wear something loose, comfortable, and familiar than being stuck in stiff clothes that were made for spectacle, not practicality.

Still, he wasn't the most comfortable in this sort of setting. And for whatever reason, this celebration didn't have nearly enough beer to make it a true party. But at the least, his apprentice would hopefully have the chance to make some new friends. And under enough supervision that they wouldn't see a repeat of the last Vettr Nacht.
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[Kyyrk]

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Wearing: xxx

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Voph hadn't intended to be present at this gathering. He also hadn't planned to bring a date. But circumstances changed. Word had reached his ears that a young noble woman might be in need of company for the night. Alora Ee'everwest , a sister of one of the Knights. Voph had never met her personally, but he had spent enough time in high society to understand the value of friends in high places. So, an invitation had been extended to her. An invitation to join the once Lord Commander for a night on Roon. What he did now? No one knew. Why he had stepped down? Only Gerwald Lechner and Vytal Noctura knew the truth.

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The gauntlets that Voph wore revealed the cold metal of his cybernetic left hand. Perhaps something he would be wise to keep covered, lest he be cleaning sand from it for all eternity. But the rough digits protruded nonetheless. The rest of his garb was simple, a hallmark of Vylmiran fashion. Yet there was a certain elegance to its simplicity. Voph wore his hair in the strict ponytail that it was always found in, and across his brow rested the familiar black band of fabric.

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Voph did his best not to draw attention to himself. He had, after all, given the Knights one final rallying cry before disappearing into obscurity. No explanation. No reasons. The last anyone had seen him? Nearly a month ago, on Oricon. When they had discovered a reference to one "Cult of the World Eater." He had been distant from the Knights, as of late. Even his sole apprentice, Arro Peradun, had barely seen anything of him. So he stood, silent and solitary against the night air, waiting for the young lady Ee'everwest to join him...

Tags: Alora Ee'everwest || Open to others

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[Var Talon]

TAG: Valeria de la Vallée , Oleander Webb

PYRE

The smell was almost nostalgic.

Despite the literal proximity to its source, the aroma was nearly drowned out by his surroundings. The breeze from the sea carried the stench of salt - so soundly that the spices were nearly muted. Yet, as the meats and vegetables roasted over the flames, Var Talon could almost taste home. In times long since past, the Talon family would gather together in a similar fashion. A bonfire erected in the rear of their family home. Foods tossed upon the flame whilst beverages flowed. It was one of the few times that, regardless of where life took them, they could put duty aside and enjoy the comforts of home. Well. That reality was as dead as the meat singing upon the fire. It was as broken as the Knighthood before him.

The past few years had been unkind to the Echani. Death followed him like a shadow, snuffing out the lives of his siblings, his friends - effectively robbing him of all he held dear. Those few he had left? They had been changed. Colder. Sadder. Perhaps he himself had been changed along the way. Thus, Var found it far more bearable to just...leave things well enough alone. Outside of a few "you alive?" messages sent home and to his surviving siblings, Var was very much solo in this terrifying Galaxy. It was for the best, it seemed. In the moment, he drew a heavy breath through his nostrils, burying the thoughts of home in an instant. His solace came in the form of a cig placed quickly between his lips.

A stray thought saw the end ignited. An abuse of the Force - for he'd be damned if he let the salty air get to his good lighter.

Taking a drag, Var settled himself. Quieted his mind. Focused his amber gaze upon the festivities. As a newer member of the Knighthood, he did not share in the immediate grief that afflicted many. Theirs was a midst that was recovering, and he was a recruit that was aiding in that venture. Well, there was certainly no time like the present. While the Echani had no grand illusions about adding new names to his "you alive?" list, he did take a few strides away from the shady palm that had housed him. He wandered through the bonfires, pausing only to exhale plumes of smoke or to procure a bottle from the passing droids. Eventually, he came to a halt before one of the outermost fires. "How's it going?" he began, introducing himself with the raising of his bottle. "Name's Var, Thorn Chapter. Good to meet you all."

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[Abel Denko]

TAG: Serena Denko, Teyla Sal-Soren , L Long Gone

ROAM

Duty.

The reality was one which clashed with the Lord's heritage tremendously. By blood alone, Abel had responsibilities due to House Denko. By blood alone, it was his duty to ensure that the wishes of his late grandfather were met - even if it meant accepting such an outlandish arrangement. Yet, by heritage? By where Abel was born and raised? The absence of agency was an affront to his very nature. It was one thing to oversee the family business and to ensure that they did not fall into ruin. It was another to accept a total stranger as a spouse; all in the name of further augmenting the family holdings. An alliance through marriage he was told. Just like the days of yore. The thought disgusted him.

For he was the son of a fallen Jedi and an exotic dancer. At least his parents, as humble as they were, had the freedom to choose. This was being thrust upon him, with dire consequences looming should he not accept.

Needless to say, the Knight Obsidian's mood was relatively foul upon returning to Roon. He did his absolute best to fulfill his Obsidian duty to the leader - meaning a show of support for the afternoon given to recover. Abel, thankfully, was not immediately present when the Cataclysm occurred. He had been away from the Knighthood, taking his apprentice under his wing formally. Yet, in doing so, he did not have the opportunity to raise his saber in defense of his fellows. This weighed upon the man considerably, enough so that he would do his best to bury how he felt. If only for the afternoon. Both realms of duty collided when he was informed that the "lucky woman" was also a member of the Knighthood, however.

Small Galaxy. And the family didn't even have the common courtesy to inform him of this prior to his departure from Naboo today.

So, amidst the din of chatter and joyful voices, Abel leaned against a shady palm. It was off the beaten path - a decent distance away from the furthest of the pyres. Far enough away to give privacy, yet close enough that a few moments' strides would bring him right back to the gathering. He waited there for a specific reason - a crimson towel had been tied around the base of the tree by his hands. A sign to the other party in this arrangement. They would meet here and, at the very least, use the afternoon as an attempt to...make things comfortable. If they could get through an Obsidian gathering, surely they could survive their family galas. The thought made Abel scoff aloud. Nonetheless, he waited.

Patience was certainly not his strong suit.

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[Oleander Webb]

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He'd said it once, he'd say it again. Parties weren't his thing. That didn't necessarily stop Oleander from participating regardless, though out of fear of missing out or in hopes that someday, party by osmosis would take hold was anybody's guess. Nevertheless, the mental mazescape of navigating the various social expectations was exhausting, almost enough to make carbonite-induced slumber sound appealing. Almost. The food roasting for the masses did nothing for the Anzat, nor did he see reason to ask if there were more...palatable options. No, he'd learned long before to eat before an event. Or bring it with him, depending on the event (and he figured this would not be one of those).​

The fire, however, he could appreciate. Its warmth sank into his bones in an almost comfort, the flickering flames providing a source of focus when nothing else was his to engage. Centuries ago, someone would've chastised him for this approach, how he somehow managed to be alone among a party, but that was another era. All he'd talk to now were ghosts.​

That wasn't exactly true, as luck or Force would have it. Seated at one of the many of the fires, he was more an observer than an active participant, only contributing to what conversation had started every now and then, nursing a drink as he did so. When another, Var, as he called himself, entered the conversation, his posture shifted to welcome the newcomer into the circle. "Not much," he answered the other's question, raising his own bottle to mimic the other. "Oleander, with Acanthus." The identification felt strange on his tongue. Funny how the new name became the old and the now-new title was just, well, new. "The feeling's mutual."​

Var Talon | Valeria de la Vallée ​

 

[Redd]

RESERVED
Tags: Gerwald Lechner | Vytal Noctura

Golden eyes slowly, but surely slid over Gerwald’s form as she appraised him for only a moment. She hadn’t seen him since Dantooine and she had left that planet with more questions than answers. However, her lack of reaching out wasn’t anything personal, the red wolf just had some things that she was dealing with and she was fast finding out that retreating from everyone was how she handled her current situation. Hell, relying on others had been strange to her to begin with and it seemed as if she was retreating back to old habits of relying upon herself. Except this time, she had a Mate who was the only one that she seemed to turn to the most. A mate who was the father of her pups and in this moment, she found that she missed Haastal Haran . Even he hadn’t been impressed with the danger that Redd had found herself in on Dantooine.

Her head nodded at the man’s question and she found her bare feet shifting upon the sand, while her thoughts quietened and soon became nothing but white noise in the background of her mind. That was until Gerwald spoke and her golden eyes shifted to view the man beside her in quiet thought. Her eyes hadn’t changed colour ever since she had found out that she was pregnant and the woman had grown used to the feeling of how close to the skin her wolf truly was. It was almost as if she ran hot ever since and was always on high alert. ”The pups are fine.” Redd said softly as she touched her lower stomach once again. ”I still cannot believe I’m having twins. The odds of me even having a single pup wasn’t high… But twins? It’s unbelievable.” She muttered as she shook her head.

”No, the pups are fine. It’s me that the doctors seem more interested in. Apparently before I went off on my adventures with Haastal, they made a note in my file that there appeared to be… Anomalies in my blood work. Something about DNA being different to other markers of the lupine variant. They are testing it at the moment to double check their findings.” The woman said as she looked away from the man beside her and over towards the woman, just as her brother commented about dance partners. Redd’s head angled a millimeter to the right for the barest fraction of a second and she all but followed it up with a shake of her head. ”I don’t even pretend to understand. It just looks like magick that cannot be explained in terms that I currently understand or care to know.” She commented as she watched the other woman’s path shift in their direction.

Yet the display only served to remind her of the dream that she had had. Of the man with the obsidian eyes and the feeling of dread that she had felt. Even the roar of the Maalraas still lingered within her memory banks and her golden eyes shifted to view the palm forests once more. Ever since the eruption of her force link with other animals, she wondered about the power that she herself possessed and whether or not it was growing. Or rather, was her connection with the force growing and strengthening on a scale that was happening at a fast rate? Faster than she could keep up? The questions posed, lingered within her mind, but she didn’t give voice to them. Not until she could clearly determine whether it was the force or just an overactive mind at play. Although, the fact that they were joined by another, only served as a buffer to avoid talking about such matters.

Redd nodded her head at the witch, but didn’t offer a smile or a hand. Instead she remained quiet, for the woman was probably here for the man of the hour, not a feral wolf.​

 

[Teyla Sal-Soren]

Location: Roon, Roaming
Equipment: Lightsaber (somewhere)
Outfit: XoXo
Tag: Abel Denko , Serena Denko, L Long Gone

It was the first time Teyla had taken the children off world and the first time they’d had anything even close to resembling a 'vacation', though the tone of the event was somber.

She trailed a short distance behind them at a lazy pace, dressed down in a flowing cotton blue dress and her feet bare, unable to keep the smile from her face while watching Careina and Marcus prance around the beach, kicking up sand in the dapper matching outfits that Eline Djo had chosen for them.

As a Knight Obsidian, it seemed like an anomaly of the Force, to have an opportunity presented where it was safe enough to bring them with her. Especially since the tragedy of the Cataclysm had befallen them, ending with half of the Knights Obsidian being struck down. The suddenness of it, and the destruction it left behind in its wake, made her want to keep the twins hidden away more than they already were. But Alora had pointed out (correctly) that, sheltering them, in the end, would not do anyone any favors. The only thing that was certain about life, was that it was uncertain, and with the influx of responsibilities that had fallen into her lap, it was more important than ever that she kept on keeping on. It was what she had always done, it was what she would teach her children to do, too.

For peace came at the highest of costs, requiring her to be more of an absentee parent than she would have liked or hoped for. It was regretful, thinking back on what had been envisioned for the twins when her and Damon Riggs had tried to plan out a future. But dwelling on ‘what ifs’ was pointless, she didn't live in a world of 'what ifs'. She lived in a world of harsh realities and truths, where all she could do was try to juggle her hopelessly complicated schedule and life, and squeeze in whatever precious moments that ‘time’ would allow.

Rushing up behind the children, Teyla scooped the kids into her arms, peppering them each with kisses. “What do you two rascals want to do first, hm? Roast some marshmallows, search for seashells?” Careina and Marcus squealed and squirmed, trying to break away from their mother’s embrace.

“Seashells, seashells!” Carenia squeaked between giggles, Marcus’ growing grin indicative that he was in agreement with his two-minutes older sister. Teyla laughed, nuzzling her nose against their downy cheeks and glancing up briefly, only to see one of her fellow Knights standing up ahead beneath a palm. She would have missed him, had she not recognized who he was.

He looked… distracted? Aggravated? Both?

“Okay then, you two! Sera Netichi is just up ahead, she has your buckets.” placing them down, she gave them an encouraging pat. “Go on! I’ll catch up shortly.”

Bursting with an otherworldly energy all their own, the twins ran off with a bound and a skip to their nanny. "I swear. Those two have enough energy in them to power all of Coruscant." Teyla murmured to herself, keeping her eyes frozen on their backsides until Sera had one twin in each hand, before turning away from the scene to go greet her fellow Nabooian.

“Abel,” she greeted in her approach, the clever slant of her lips turning up into a soft, genuine smile, “It’s good to see you... been a while. Couldn’t help but notice that you’re sequestered over here all by yourself, not one for celebrations?”

 

[Anika Tau'ri]

R O A M​

Tag: Abel Denko
Wearing: [X]

Serena glanced over herself in the mirror of her borrowed ship for the fifth time.

It was just as her Uncle’s tailors had said. The red did suit her skin, and the silk draped perfectly over her frame. It just was not… Serena. It was impractical, and the shade was not her favourite. She preferred pastels and whites. Bright colours. Colours that did not remind her of work. She shuffled uncomfortably on the spot, fussing over a curl of hair that just could not seem to sit straight.

What had she been thinking?

Everyone had said it was the right thing to do. Her Uncle was sick. He needed medical attention. Who better than Serena to deliver it? She just had not realised the severity of his illness. Or at least, nobody had thought it necessary to tell her. She had left Naboo for this exact reason. To get away from the promises that would dictate her entire life. She had dedicated her entire life, everything she had, to ensuring it would not happen.

Now look at her.

Dressed to the nines for a man whose entire being had been shrouded in mystery.

Did people think it made it more fun this way? Was it not enough for them that someone had to give up their chance of finding something real? Clearly not.

A puff of air aimed directly at the offending curl seemed to settle it. Or maybe Serena just did not care anymore. The door to the ship slid open, and Serena walked out into the cool night air. It smelled strongly of bonfire, of burning wood and crackling flames, and somewhat of alcohol. Just like any other Knights Obsidian gathering. Her sensible sandals sunk into the soft sand as she picked her way around the crowds gathered at the bonfires.

Serena scanned everything carefully. Look for something red, her Uncle had said. Serena had asked how on earth that would help her find him, but her Uncle had promised she would know it when she saw it. In the corner of her vision, as she swept from the treeline to another bonfire, Serena caught it.

The distinct red hue of a bow tied around a palm tree. As she walked closer, it was not the bow that surprised her, or the irony of it being red, considering her dress. It was the man standing beside it.

She recognized him immediately. The sandy-blonde hair. The toned arms. The chiselled features. It was a night she replayed in her head constantly. So much so that it was beginning to grow worn and weary, like the frames of an old holofilm. Seeing him renewed it. Serena could recall as clear as day the sudden and burning attraction they had built up over the small hours of the night.

“Oh.” She said in greeting as she approached, though she immediately regretted it the moment she had. There were thousands, thousands upon thousands of people in the Knights Obsidian. What were her chances of meeting Abel here? Slim to none, Serena expected. Yet here he was. “Nice to see you again.” Her dumbfounded tone blurted out once again. Nice to see you again. Serena could have cursed at herself. All those years of medical school gone to waste the moment a fleeting crush happened to show up at the same spot she did. It was almost laughable. Flustering over things like this was a teenage girl’s game.

It had no place in a grown woman’s life. Especially not on a night where she was supposed to meet her betrothed.

He was standing with another woman, Teyla Sal-Soren , whom Serena smiled at politely before turning her attention back to Abel. “How's the wound holding up?” Serena asked, flashing him a similar smile before she turned back to the crowd to search for this mysterious knight. She did not want to give the appearance that she was too attached to Abel. If he showed up while she was laughing at one of his jokes, or blushing at one of his compliments, what kind of first impression would that give? Serena could almost feel her Uncle’s eyes rolling at her. That alone was motivation enough to keep her distance.​

 

[Dreidi Xeraic]

Location: Roon
Tags: Open to interaction!
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Dreidi was wearing simple ripped jeans that she had brought a couple weeks ago, with her dark band top and leather jacket that might be several sizes too big, she was attempting a new style and it wasn't suiting her yet but she was determined to keep it going. The new band she had been blaring from her room for everyone to hear was awesome and she was determined to reflect that she was now cool and edgy, though Asaraa refused to let Dreidi borrow her make-up to complete her awkward goth style. Likely for the best since Dreidi had not gotten a handle on whole goth look personally. So, she was currently just drowning in a large leather jacket and it was feeling very hot being out in the sun in it, because Dreidi was insisting that she wore it all day, every day unless it needed cleaning then she refused to leave her room.

It isn't a phase. She was sure people were thinking and saying that to her when she trying to do her best goth impression but their words were only adding fuel to her fire. A fire she was sure would last forever! The music she had discovered on accident when feeling low about her father and just life in general, her training was not going the way she wanted, she wasn't improving fast enough and she feared that she would not be the Jedi that everyone thought that she should be as a Xeraic. Walking around the place, unsure what she was doing or really going, she had spotted others talking and such but sighed. Was she lost? Maybe, while she felt at home with the CIS moreso than she had with the SJC, she wasn't sure what she was meant to be doing as a Jedi, or member of the Knights Obsidian. Perhaps if she talked more with Asaraa about it, that would help, but Asaraa was busy and she didn't want to inconvenience her sister.

As she walked more, Dreidi contemplated her feelings of being lost before looking around and blinking. Where was she? Oh dang it, now she was really lost! Great, the metaphor turned to reality, Dreidi stomped her foot in frustration. If only she could create massive ice cream sundaes into reality instead of dumb metaphors, then she would be infinitely happier. Biting her thumbnail, she turned around and tried to see which direction she came from.

 

[Taiia Locke]

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Location: Roon​

Wearing: [X]​

Equipment: Lightsaber​

Tag: Lia Stilben​

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Taiia stood near one of the pyre’s eyes cast over Roon’s sea, she was dressed in a long black dress and seemed to have much on her mind. She turned finally and allowed her eyes to wander a bit. Her gaze fell on each of her fellow Confederates, all of them had endured much and suffered because of the calamity but it seemed at last that those wounds were beginning to heal. From where she stood she could see both the Lord Commander as well as Gerwald and many others. Some bore expressions more subdued than others, after all, recent events had been hard it was understandable.​

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One particular young man Vyse de Valorous caught Taiia’s attention, a bright smile forming on Taiia’s face. She was indeed happy to see the young squire and much had changed with the Knights since they had last spoken, they would have to catch up soon, she was curious as to what he had been up to. As good as it was to see him again there was a more important reason her thoughts were distracted tonight.​

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Taiia half wondered if Lia would show up after all, after all, they had not known each other for long. When they had met on Mord’Rethar an uneasy alliance quickly turned into a friendship. Though they left that dark world empty-handed, they learned they shared common interests and views on the Force, a rare thing finding a voice that echoed the sentiments of the Force that she held. For Lia tonight would tell if she would find a home amongst the Confederacy. For Taiia though tonight would tell if her friend remained close, and possibly joined the ranks of the Knights Obsidian. Regardless Lia would meet her friends tonight and time would tell what was in store.​

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[Vyse de Valorous]

Tags: B1-176


Vyse looked on, surprised to see three droids in perfect formation of all things heading his way. A strange sight at a party like this for fellow Knights. He turned towards them as another cold breeze blew though the air, Body tense as he considered if it was a hostile encounter of some kind. Was it possible he was under arrest? No no, he was apart of the law force now. If anything they needed his help. His body relaxed as they came into chatting distance. Moving a few inches towards the warm pyres.

He looked them up and down with curiosity as he heard them speak. They seemed off for B1 Droids in every way. His eyes lit up as they mentioned a reward. "An artifact you said?" He said in a clearly interested tone, wracking his head to see if anything came to mind for a moment. "Hm. Sadly I don't.. What is the reward if I may ask?" He couldn't help his greediness, so dispute his eagerness to greet his comrades he had to know how valuable it was to see if it'd be worth his time assisting the strange droids.

 

[Valeria de la Vallée]

Location: Pyre: Roon
Equipment: Frozen Heart, Formal Dress
Tags: Var Talon | Oleander Webb

Valeria looked out upon the vast ocean that lay out before her from the beach. The ocean was clear and provided a gentle breeze that caressed her icy skin. Valeria took a sip of her drink, she had gotten it earlier in the evening and while it was likely top shelf she hadn’t inquired into whether it was, as she mulled over what had happened and what was to come. The Knighthood had suffered greatly over the past many moons losing much of its membership and some of its leadership and now it’s Lord Commander was stepping down, Valeria figuring the losses Voph had suffered had become too much upon his conscience, but would now have a successor in the form of Gerwald. Valeria knew who he was even if she’d not met him via his exploits that were widely spoken of in the Confederacy.

Valeria sighed, ordinarily she would not have attended, especially considering that Roon was not a particularly cold world, however she had decided that she would rejoin the Knights’ Acanthus chapter though she had not done so yet, her preparations to install one of her loyal servants to the Viceroy position she currently occupied were nearly complete. She took another sip of her drink and then turned and walked back towards one of the lit bonfires the light from which cascaded over the sandy shores as Valeria’s high heels made slight amounts of noise, almost a light crunch comparable to walking on snow, from the impacts with the sand and her hips lightly swaying with each step.

Valeria neared one of the fires where a man was seated and she noticed that another man had approached them, being just within earshot she could hear the man whom she could now identify as an Echani, it was always nice to see a fellow Echani, introduce himself to the seated individual. His name was Var, the other was Oleander as he so introduced himself back, he appeared to be an Anzat. Valeria had heard about them but she didn't recall ever meeting one.

Valeria exited the darkness of the night into the light of the fire, the light shimmering off of the many golden electrum threads that flowed across her silk dress, her clothing giving off an aura of opulence that few could rival and that was one of her signatures, simultaneously the light made her skin shimmer, in a way that would be unusual to most, as it passed through the crystalline frost on her skin.

“And I am Valeria de la Vallée, though some may know me as the Lady of Vanity. Formerly of the Acanthus chapter, currently the Viceroy of Nelvaan though once my term is complete I will once again be Acanthus. A pleasure to meet you both.”

Valeria bowed slightly with a polite smile at the end of her introduction.