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

[B1-176]

Tags: Vyse de Valorous

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?"

B1 shifted his positioning in the sand to a more neutral stance and grabbed a holoprojector, activating it to show lines of text. "Any being who helps in acquiring this artifact," The image shifted to some kind of ancient metal box with engravings, "Shall be rewarded handsomely. 2,500 credits will be transferred if you decide to assist, and an additional 2,500 after the artifact has been found." B1 pulled the holoprojector down and reclipped it to his hip-plates. "This art-" Bee was interrupted by the beeping of his communicator, "Hold on."

"Your highness, we have secured the landing zone and team three has returned from their scouting mission, we are awaiting further orders."

"Very well unit 2-324, order teams two and three to begin patrolling the local area and gathering intel from the local populace, tell them to recharge if they have to. I will be back soon."

"Roger Roger."

Bee disengaged the communicator and faced Vyse once more. "I apologize for the interruption. As I was saying, this artifact is of the utmost importance to my cause, and a total of 5,000 credits will be rewarded to anyone who joins us and assists in finding the artifact."

 

[Jan Beroya]

TAG: Beric Layne | Millu Lee
WEARING: X

It was nice to wind down sometimes.

It had been an eventful few months, but it had turned out quite well with Gerwald Lechner 's ascension to Lord Commander of the Knights Obsidian. And she had to admit - a casual beach party was much more fitting for the lupine master.

It gave her a chance to dress lightly for a change, after all.

She had raided one of the coolers until she found some Bespin Fizz. Sipping on the fluffy drink, she was playing around with the flames of one of the pyres. Little nymphs were dancing over the logs, occasionally doing somersaults or blowing raspberries at passing people. She was a Thorn Knight, first and foremost, yet it was a fun past time to play with magic.

That was was until she caught sight of the Lord of Frosthall and his Apprentice.

An impish light was in her eyes as she approached them.
"A sore thum much?" she asked Beric teasingly, her free hand resting on her hip while sipping her drink. Her violet eyes then went to Millu Lee .

She took another pull on her straw, before smiling at the young Apprentice.
"I heard you stirred things up in Vandor the other night." she said. She then took a step closer to the teenager. "What do you say we show this dry drip how to have some fun?" she whispered loudly, so that Beric could hear, a smirk spreading on her face as she looked back at the Obsidian Lord.

 

[Evelyn Lonan]

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Wearing: [xXx]
Tags: | Open |

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These sorts of things never had been Evelyn's scene; too many bodies in one place, which presented too many targets if anything were to go wrong. But at least this gathering of bodies were capable of taking care of themselves and others if anything twisted the wrong way. Occasionally her gaze would sweep along those gathered together, though never long enough to butt into conversations that were going on. She did make sure to swipe not one, but two drinks from a passing droid so that she was taken care of in that department for at least a little bit.

Evie was still nursing the first of those drinks, odd for her really considering the woman could toss them back like water. But this was a social engagement, was it not? So sitting around getting positively blasted so early in the evening was hardly ideal. Though to be fair, the redhead wasn't at her most social this evening. There were times when the weight of everything caught up to a person. Every victory could be darkened out by every failure, and while these moments were no longer soul crushing for Evie, it was still something that would soften her to quietness. To observe the people and things around her, to watch and be mindful, and to take extra care in the things that she said or did.

Party or not, it was still a lot to look back on.

But, with a sigh the drink in Evie's hand was brought to her lips, tipped back, and the contents were emptied within a matter of moments. The empty container was then taken away and the second of her drinks was picked up before she stood and made her way closer to the nearest bonfire. She wasn't overly familiar with anyone in the immediate area - she knew of them, but was hardly personally involved with too many people in general. Still, it didn't stop her from glancing around with a thoughtful frown on her face.

"What, no sweets to roast over these flames? What sort of party is this?"

 

[Dreidi Xeraic]

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Why did trees in woods have to look exactly the same?! The trees were just all the same and she couldn't figure out which way she had come from and she was doubly sure that she could not hear anyone which was frustrating, there was meant to be a beach party that wasn't too far from where she was originally and then there was there were others she had seen hanging out and talking when she was wandering around before she got lost. Yet, now, nothing, just herself and her own thoughts. Sitting down on the ground, tugging her jacket in closer, normally she would be screaming in frustration since she was angry with her current predicament, however, she been reading up on Force Scream, a power that she seem instinctually able to use and it was triggered by emotions. Knowing this, she figured it would be a bad idea to scream right now and potentially use Force Scream and harm anyone that might be nearby.

Sighing, she leaned against a tree, it was ridiculous. How does someone get lost in a wooded area? She could feel herself on the verge of tears as emotions were on the edge for her. She hated that she was all alone and lost, it wasn't fair, wasn't fair that she was left alone. What happened to her family? Friends? Everyone seemed to abandon her, or at least, that was what how she was feeling. Though it wasn't completely fair, she was young and she left the SJC to a new place, it was unfair for her to assume that her friends of the similar age would keep in contact through all of this and her family was still close just busy with their own things. Dreidi was just refusing to be accepting of all the sensible reasons right now, instead she wanted to wallow in self-pity, it felt nice to do that for a bit.

Breathing out slowly, wiping the tears away, Dreidi stood up. Pity party was over, she was done with feeling sorry for herself and decided to wander around till there was something she could recognise or something she could hear that directed her to others.

 

[Vytal Noctura]

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Vytal's attention had been on Gerwalkd until she drew closer. She calmly turned her head to gaze upon the other lupine present even as the other woman only offered a silent nod of acknowledgement. "Redd." A beat passed, then what may have been nothing but the flicker of a shadow or a trick of light with a bonfire behind the Witch seemed to smile. "I see you are healthy. This bodes well for the future. Of the many, I hope yours feels welcome to visit the Castle whenever you desire." Though given the somewhat skittish behavior of Gerwald, Vytal wouldn't try 'selling' the lupines to seek out the Witches.​

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Which was part of what brought the Nightmother out to them this evening. Her eyes slid back in the Lord Commander's direction. "The darkness is best dispersed by a roaring fire. A number of Witches have watch over the region. Especially the soulless ones nearby. We must ensure those that come here seeking to find their purchase to move forward are not disturbed." That some droids had appeared and begun to question people had drawn attention; but not enough to begin openly moving Knights into position. Observation would suffice. As it would to ensure everyone's safety. There'd been enough tragedy on these lands of late and it would do the planet's soul no good to allow any others.​

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"My concern has more to do with yourselves." The Pale Witch spared another glance over at Redd. "It seems to me that we have spoken little outside of duty in securing the Confederacy. A testament to our commitment, perhaps, but there is more to life than being a slave to one's obligations. Would you care to join me by a fire, or for an evening stroll along the beach?" Much as she felt they should talk, Vytal could see they'd been in discussion already and forcing herself upon them would do little to tear down whatever walls might exist.​

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Tag: Gerwald Lechner | Redd | Vyse de Valorous | B1-176​

Template By: Darth Metus (Guy)​

 

[Var Talon]

TAG: Oleander Webb , Valeria de la Vallée , Evelyn Lonan

The Echani settled into the dirt.

Though his attire was on the nicer side, Var batted not an eye to settle his posterior into the sand. It was not that he had a disrespect for the fruits of his labors, but rather his priorities were...different. Compared to the Galactic norm, Echani were typically not the vain sort. Or, at least the members of his immediate family weren't. From Var to the Exarch Talon, none of House Vail could hardly give a damn if their threads were muddied for an afternoon. After all, if they were so cheaply made that sand could render them useless, were they worth the money after all? Musings aside, once settled, Var once more raised his bottle to his lips.

The first to respond was Oleander Webb . He had heard the man's name before in passing. They were both relatively new to the Knighthood if memory served. A kindred spirit in being new to this world of upholding the law and doing for others. Oh how different his life was now. "Acanthus huh." came his response. "Walking that line between Lightning and Hugging. I can respect that." the man's blunt tone was a far cry from what was typical of an Echani.

He stuck out like a sore thumb in this regard. Stuck out among his people, among his family. Loss would do that to a man.

"What brought you here?" came his inquiry, followed by the insertion of the cig between his lips. Here being to Roon. To the Knights. To however the man interpreted it. Whilst awaiting a response, the crunch of an approaching soul briefly captivated his attention. The oncomer was one that Var would immediately recognize as one of his own people. The symmetry of her facial features was telling - a fact that many back home would find excessively attractive. The woman was stunning, but there was a single fact which disrupted Var's hormones. The fact that she was wearing heels in beach sand. It took the man all the restraint in the world not to laugh; but he did end up nearly choking on a plume of smoke.

A nasty cough ensued, followed by clearing his throat. "Pardon me" he began, excusing his coughing fit. "It is good to meet you, Lady Vallee." He then lowered his head in a respectful greeting. Though the streets had their way with him, he at least remembered basic courtesy. Once his features were righted, he motioned with his hand, offering her a seat before the pyre. His lips parted, as if to continue speaking, but the voice of another drew his attention. A remark, one that amused him to no end, reached his ears from the other side of the pyre. What, no sweets? She said. Var peered across the flame and spotted the form of a woman joining them.

The Echani spared a second to look around them. There was a cooler within arm's reach of him that was seemingly filled with smores supplies. Var motioned with his thumb behind him. "Looks like your prayer has been answered, miss. Got all the goods over here."

His attention then returned to the Lady of Vanity. "Was just asking our friend here what brought him here. How's about you? How'd you go from politics back to Acanthus?"

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[Abel Denko]

P Y R E​

Tag: Serena Denko, Teyla Sal-Soren

Teyla's arrival made the man's heart stutter.

Given the nature of his presence before the tree, the timely arrival of an old friend bombs off inside the man's head. Confusion were the explosions - yet despite the nuclear warfare occurring upstairs, Abel was able to keep a straight face. As she approached, sending her younglings on their way with their nanny, her question immediately set his mind at ease. She had not come due to the wrapping he had set around the tree's trunk. She was just here as part of the day's events. Just here with the children. Whew. Relief would seep into his features ever so slightly. Reaching, he extended his fist to her in greeting. "Teyla! It's been too long." he began.

Too long, especially since the Cataclysm. There was no way of knowing just how deep the casualties ran. It was good to see that, among the few friends Abel had, that she had survived. And, from the looks of it, her family had emerged unscathed. That was a blessing, especially in these times. "Normally, I'd be waist deep in the ocean by now. Or sucking on a beer. But, I'm meeting someone special today.". He kept his tone even. Professional. On the off-chance the "lucky" lady was within earshot. "How about you? You're a good ways away from the bonfires."

And that's when he saw her.

For a few moments, it was difficult to make out her form against the glare of the bonfires. Yet as she approached, the flames seemed to give her an ethereal glow. The crimson light played off of her dress, illuminating the ripples of her form. The nighttime breeze swept through her curls. If the Knight's brain was a system, then "Coherent-Thought.exe" had certainly crashed. He blinked rapidly, attempting to reboot himself. And when she joined them, her greeting was a simple Oh. What was she doing here, dressed to the nines? It was a beach gathering - was there something formal going on that he was unaware of? The promotion of the Lord Commander was as casual as it could have been - a transition which heralded a celebration on the sands. What could she possibly be -

Oh. Oh. "Coherent-Thought.exe had trouble booting."

Nice to see you again reached his ears, and the man's features broke out into the silliest of smiles. Words were lost upon him for a second, though Serena was able to fill the air. How's the wound holding up? She inquired, referring to the night of their first meeting. The thought of avenging his parents gone awry was sobering. Enough that the Knight was Abel to settle his nerves with a calming breath. Though the night ended on a blissful note, it had begun with pain. The majority of that day was suffering. She had been the professional hands that brought him relief. "I'm all but healed, thanks to you." he began, offering a nod of gratitude. "Been staying to light duty. Y'know, Doctor's orders." His words were coupled with a cheeky wink, before he motioned to Teyla.

"Teyla, this Serena. Serana, Teyla. I suppose we're all co-workers, being Knights and all." he said, chuckling aloud. He then settled his gaze upon Serena and motioned with his thumb - indicating the bow upon the tree. As calmly as possible, he asked: "This you?"

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[Ishmael]

ROAMING
Roon, Beach Outskirts

There was no escape.

For months now, the man once known as Asphyxion Ren called these woods home. It was a modest living. One wrought with keeping ones head down at all times. Being that he was on the run, settling down in the Knight Obsidian capital of the Galaxy seemed a poor idea. And it certainly was not his. Fate would have it that his vessel crashed down here. A crash that was masked by the Cataclysm erupting that same night. Chaos once ran through the beach and the citadel above - enough so that Ishmael could pry himself from the wreckage with minimal harm. From there he kept silent. He couldn't use his comm for fear of being discovered. He could only piece his ship back together, bit by bit, until he dared to brave the heavens.

Why was he running? Was he an enemy of the state? Not necessarily. But who he was would result in being taken. Taken back to that place called "Home." Returned, like property, to the so-called family he loathed so much.

That was a fate worse than death. And so, Ishmael bided his time. This evening in particular, he had planned to take advantage of the festivities occurring at the citadel. There were so many at the beach that, he hoped, the ruined fortification would be relatively unguarded. His ambition was to pilfer the last bit of tools needed to restore his shattered vessel. And thus the journey began. He advanced through the forest, having memorized every twist and turn. Yet, something was out of place. He was not alone. Instinctively, his hand fell to his waist - fingers resting atop the pommel of his lightsaber.

What he heard? Weeping. What he felt? Frustration.

His guard remained raised as he advanced through the brush, ultimately laying eyes on Dreidi Xeraic . The young woman seemed harmless. And his instincts said she was lost. Best to see her off in the right direction than risk her seeing his vessel. That was the most sound option. "Are you lost?" he inquired, casually raising his hands as if to show he meant no harm.​

 

[Dreidi Xeraic]

Looking around, Dreidi breathed out slowly, feeling her emotions settle as she moved on from her breakdown. Stains of tears on her face, as she heard someone crunching leaves as they walked around, as they approached, Dreidi ignited her practice saber in a defensive stance staring down at the stranger. She wasn't sure if it was going to be hostile or someone creepy walking around the forest. As they came into sight, Dreidi lowered her blade, the guy was older and seemed to know this place well enough but she did not recognise them, turning her practice saber off, Dreidi clipped the saber onto her belt loop. She tilted her head as she tried to assess the man, she couldn't figure out if he was friendly or dangerous but right now her need to not get lost in the woods for the rest of her life was overriding.

"Uhhh... Urmm... Yeah, I am... There is suppose to be a beach party nearby. Are you part of the CIS? Just I don't recognise you...?" Dreidi was still fairly new to the CIS and it was a massive faction so she would never know everyone part of it, but she was trying to know more people in the CIS to train with and learn from. "Are you heading to the beach party? What brought you to the woods? Sorry if I am asking a lot of questions... I was brought up to question things and get to know people." Dreidi tried to smile warmly as she looked around still lost.

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[Ishmael]

It wasn't too often that seemingly innocent questions were met with a lightsaber.

Yet, as the training weapon was initially pointed in Ishmael's direction, it took every ounce of restraint not to draw his own. Rather, he steeled himself - maintaining his hands raised to demote that he wasn't a threat. Thankfully, the young girl withdrew her weapon and clipped it onto his belt. At this sign, Ishmael folded his arms upon his chest. "Do you always greet friends at saber point?" he asked, chuckling. The ploy was simple - pretend to be an ally. Try and get the young one out the way. And then carry on with his plan. So far, so good.

And with said youth came a flood of questions. She admitted to being lost, before questioning his identity. His intentions. What he was doing in the woods. The whole nine. Ishmael simply raised a finger. "One question at a time, sheesh." he began. "Yes, I'm with the Confederacy. Knights specifically. I'm not big on crowds so I went for a trek back here."

He motioned with his index finger, towards the gathering of energies he could feel in the distance. "Party is back that way. I can walk you back if you'd like."

Dreidi Xeraic

 

[Oleander Webb]

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Oleander chuckled at that description, something that was rare for him but welcome regardless. "More options, less problems, I s'pose," he said with a shrug. "Lightning's certainly intriguing, though." And intriguing it was, even if it clashed with his usual style, it'd be something fun to have in his back pocket. Something flashy, you know, as a treat.

"What brought you here?"​

Now that was a question he hadn't expected, at least not in the moment. A formal mission, sure, he could see it. A training simulation, even. But here? It managed to catch him off guard, despite whatever assurances he usually put into being prepared. "I uh," the words caught in his throat, and as poor on the social scale as Ander usually was, this time he truly wasn't quite sure how he'd finish the sentence. "Let's just say I slept through some alarms, eh?"

Another newcomer couldn't have come at a better time and Ander found a brow slowly rising at her introduction. That was...well, that was a title. Or rather several of them, and Ander was half curious as to where some of them came from (or perhaps more importantly, if he truly wanted to know). "It's a pleasure indeed." He stood, vacating his seat so that others might pass.

When it seemed another would join their small party, another chuckle nearly overcame him. This group, continuously growing from the looks of it, had been unexpected. Not unwelcomed, no, far from that, just unexpected. Curious, even.

Tag: Var Talon | Valeria de la Vallée | Evelyn Lonan ​

 

[Dreidi Xeraic]

Dreidi blinked at the question, unsure what to say at being called out for pointing a Lightsaber at him. "Friend? Bold of you to think of us as friends? I thought it was common sense to point a Lightsaber at a stranger in an unknown area with unknown threats. Especially at someone who tries to be friends with young girls." Narrowing her eyes accusingly at the guy before breaking off into a giggle fit. So, trying to be intimidating, needs work but she was good for a second. She was sure of it, even if the guy wouldn't admit it, she was so sure of herself that she got him it didn't matter. "Hmmm, what order of the Knights Obsidian are you?" Curious if she was talking to a Sith, someone neutral or a fellow Jedi, and if the guy wanted to be friendly then she might as well get to know him.

"Party is that way? Are you sure? Cause I am pretty sure it is that way.... Well not pretty sure, but like 70%, maybe 68%.... Fiiiiiiiine, it's a 50/50 but I like those odds!" Dreidi pointed in completely wrong direction as she talked before looking in the direction he came from then the way he was pointing. "Wait, where did you come from if not the beach party...?" Looking at the direction he came from, or at least the one she thought he came from, gah! Why were woods so complicated to navigate... He had been just on a walk... "Oh, I guess you were just walking in that direction and backtracked once you heard me... Yeah. That makes sense. Anyway, this way I said was 50/50..." Pointing in a new wrong direction. "I'll let you decide, but know if you choose your way and you are wrong, I will be saying I told you so for the rest of time we are walking in the woods together." A grin etched on her face.

Now that was a threat no one would want to mess with.

Ishmael

 

[Damon Riggs]

Wearing: xxx
Tag: Teyla Sal-Soren | Josiah | Serena Denko

He had tracked her as far as Roon. The world had seen some devastation enough that Damon was not sure it was wise for anyone to be there. Had the threat been contained? Yet, they were celebrating the rise of a new leader in the Knights Obsidian. Damon was not one, but he did know one their members.​

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His wife.​

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Blue eyes landed on her, along with the twins. They were too big. How long had he been gone? How long had been trapped in the prison cell waiting for someone to get him out.​

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Wet.​

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The night was hard. Every night was hard. The cot was rough, the blankets were thin, and the man could not do anything to stay warm. A door would open twice a day. A meal in the morning and one in the evening along with a bucket of water to bathe himself. He did not know where he was, just where he wanted, where he wished he could be.​

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Even in the dark, there was one face he could always see.​

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"Teyla," he said walking up behind her.​

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Riggs really did not know what to say. How did he begin to explain being gone for so long... missing.​

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His voice was soft and barely above a whisper. There was something missing from it, the spark she would remember. Damon was a broken man. He had escaped. He had made his way home, even though, it had cost him.​

 

[Teyla Sal-Soren]

Location: Roon, Roaming
Equipment: Lightsaber (somewhere)
Outfit: XoXo
Tag: Abel Denko , Serena Denko, Damon Riggs

“I figured we’d make our way over eventually, ya know, let the little rascals run out some of their energy before going over to the fires.” The young mother smiled, glad to see that his spirits did not seem completely broken by the cataclysm. There was an overall atmosphere of heaviness that permeated through the event, but they were all trying in their own way to find some sort of relief from the devastation that had rocked them. Being together with others that understood that same loss, looking for the smallest of reasons to celebrate in spite of the pain, to push through, was one of the most human experiences out there.

About to inquire of Abels lucky lady, Teyla instead found herself interrupted, the answer presenting itself wrapped in a gorgeous red, matching the ribbon tied around the base of the tree. Serena struck Teyla with her bouncing ebony curls and espresso eyes, her presence being one that spoke of a gentle demeanor and level-headedness. She could see why her masculine friend stared at her like an open-mouthed guppy. Though, the closer she came, the more tension Teyla felt bleed out. It was so palpable, she half expected Abel to introduce her as ‘Ms. Denko’ and it wouldn’t have been much of a stretch.

“It’s nice to meet another friend of Abels,” She smiled at Serena, the tone of her voice filled with friendliness and sincerity. Though, as the electric glances continued to shoot off between them, Teyla had a thought that perhaps it was time for her to make a 'timely' departure, and leave them to it.

There wasn’t even need to look for an excuse to exit, either.

She had not heard the sound of his steps, but rather, had felt the approach of a presence in the Force coming towards them, punctuated by something that spoke of a personal intimacy, that caused Teyla to pause. Before she could wonder who it was, he spoke. Her heart stammered, trying to catch up to her racing mind, filled with that familiarly deep timbre voice ringing in her ears and down her spine.

It was Damon’s.

But how could that be? He had been dead three years. They’d sent her the papers, his declaration of death. No. It couldn’t be him.

It was an apparition, some obscure twin, her imagination getting away from her again. There was no way this was her deceased lover, the partner that had anchored her after years of a tormented existence whom she’d mourned.

Teyla turned slowly to get a look at this imposter, standing not but a short distance away from her. They had that same golden hair and the sapphire eyes of her dead husband, but there was still a piece of her mind that refused to allow her to believe it. Moments passed, her heart thrumming faster and faster as her eyes began to water with recognition. Though dimmed, she could see the vague quirk at the edge of his lips where a roguish smile usually took up residence, the small freckle near the corner of his right eye, and the days old stubble - with more grey in it than before.

It was indisputable.

Damon was not lost in the abyss of space.

Damon was not a ghost, or any other sort of imagination.

Damon was right here. In front of her.

She wrapped her hand across her stomach, trying to stave off the nausea that had plagued her for weeks now, seemingly aggravated by the waves of emotions that swelled through her. Shock, adrenaline, and the knowledge she was about to retch made her close her eyes and try to gain some level of control over herself.

She would not fall apart in front of her compatriots.

Breathe. Just breathe through it. Teyla thought, a calm settling over her.

Turning back to Abel and Serena, she gave a half smile. “If you would please excuse me,” she said apologetically before fixing to leave, willing her legs to move despite their shaking, her face white as a sheet.

“Damon.” she whispered, shouldering passed him, expecting that he’d follow her.

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

H U M B L E D​

Wearing: xxx
Tag: Redd | Vytal Noctura

Redd seemed to speak of some issue the medical team overseeing her pregnancy were concerned about, a variation? He was unsure as to what that could be as he had never been around a lupine that was bearing pups, save for when his mother was carrying his youngest sister of course. There was an etch of concern written on his face as they continued their walk toward the witch. Something was just under the surface, resentment perhaps? Gerwald could feel something was not completely right between them.​

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In the past he would have pushed to know, pushed to fix it. Perhaps it was foolish of him to let it go, but he decided Redd would talk to him when she was ready. If they would have the chance. It seemed the Nightmother had decided to join them and extend an invitation of her own.​

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Redd was distrustful, for different reasons than Gerwald. He breathed in, a long breath, and let it out slowly as he nodded. Vytal was correct. They had not talked much beyond their duty to the Confederacy, and that was because of Gerwald’s personal issues with how things had been with the last Nightmother. Vytal was not his lover, nor remotely close to it. Perhaps it was long time to move on. It was certainly needed for the sake of the Order Gerwald had just inherited.​

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“I was being pulled toward the fragrant aroma of the meats roasting over some of these fires. If you are hungry, perhaps you would join us?”​

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Gerwald knew the invitation would likely not sit well with Redd, however, he hoped she also understood that he needed to keep appearances now more than ever. There was something else, Gerwald was going to have to work well with Vytal for the Knights to rebuild. Perhaps the Nightmother was right about there being more to life than duty, but for now it was all Gerwald could see.​

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Duty.​

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It had been duty which led him to where he was now. Duty had forced him to make sacrifices on Naalol, one he did not want to make. The young lupine had grown much since his first encounter with Confederate forces, yet some things about him had not changed.​

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“You may be correct about there being more to life than duty. I have found indulging those things to bring nothing but pain and loss, however.” He reached for the ring around his neck briefly. Vytal would know of what he spoke. “Duty has also robbed me. Perhaps I should lean on it a little less, though with the order as it is now… can we afford to?”​

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[Redd]

Outfit: XoXo
Tags: Gerwald Lechner | Vytal Noctura

The red wolf had been quiet when Vytal and Gerwald spoke, in fact it had been deliberate so then she could take on board what was being said. Although, some days she honestly didn’t know whether the conversation was something that she was truly interested in and her golden gaze followed Gerwald’s hand as his fingers reached for the ring around his neck. In most days, Redd viewed such a ring as a curse that seemed to be permanently looped around her brother’s neck, it was a loop that threatened to strangle him. If it wasn’t for his promotion, the Lupine would have thought that he was permanently stuck in the past where he relived the worst day of his life. She couldn’t quite understand the man’s situation because he never told her the story, but also, she figured that he didn’t have the same outlet that she had when she had lost an entire pack.

Redd had retreated into her wolf form and focused on the arena where she could kill till her heart’s content. Of which she did. Gerwald didn’t seem to have the same opportunity, but then again he also seemed to prefer the human way of things. Not the way of the beast and at that thought, her gaze shifted back to the witch.

A frown creased her brow then as she remembered that the lupine recognised the witch’s scent. In fact, she was trying to remember where from and she lifted her chin slightly to sniff at the air once again. Then it finally clicked, Redd remembered her scent from Rodia. Now the woman’s words made a great deal more sense. ”Indeed I am healthy and I’m expecting twins.” The wolf said with a soft smile and lifted a hand to rest upon her lower stomach once again. While she was still surprised that she was even pregnant, the twin factor had blown her mind. Even now it still seemed like a fact that was wrong in some way. ”I believe I remember you from Rodia, although I had a lot more fur at the time and was bleeding everywhere.” She said as the right corner of her lips curved upwards in an attempt to be friendly.

Social scenes were not her scene and she always felt uncomfortable by them, but for the sake of others the red wolf tried to tolerate them. However, the question that she found that she was constantly asking herself was, how was she supposed to act? What was she supposed to do in these kinds of situations? If Haastal had been here, she was sure that their lips would be glued together in a make out session that was sure to make everyone else around them uncomfortable. However, in the past, they had also been drinking; it was something that she clearly couldn’t do now, so she shifted her weight from her right to her left. ”As for duty…” Redd shrugged her shoulders as both of her hands dropped back to her sides. ”Duty is where I thrive most days and my Mate has no problems with it…” The wolf started and then paused suddenly as she nodded her head then and corrected herself. ”Was ok with it.” She added with a sigh.

Pregnancy was turning out to be a major killjoy, even though most of the time she enjoyed the thought of bringing pups into the world, she was finding out that it was also restrictive. It reminded her of being in a cage where her actions could be controlled, but Redd knew that she had to place the protection of her pups above her thirst for bloodlust. Still, it wouldn’t stop her from going out and fighting those that she considered to be an enemy, she just had to err on the side of caution a lot more.​

 

[Vyse de Valorous]

Tags: B1-176

Vyse's eyes lit up a lit once he heard the total price. That was a lot of money simply yo help find it. He held his chin, eyes darting across the droids in front of him as he debated. He knew he should focus on building connections but.. Were he to find it quickly, he could have time for that and have 5,000 credits to go with it in his pocket. And would be a good chance to try and see if he could use the force to aid him in finding it.

As everyone around him continue to socialize and build connections he had talked himself into it. "Oh no it's perfectly fine. In fact as a Squire to the Knight Obsidian, I would be happy to aid you in your search." He smoke in a formal though kind tone. Ending his offer of help with a smile.

 

[Damon Riggs]

Wearing: xxx
Tag: Teyla Sal-Soren

What she did not say with her words, Teyla more than conveyed with her eyes. Perhaps she would be able to hide what she was feeling from anyone else, but Damon knew her too well. They had both pulled each other out of a dark place in the past, and they had shared things with each other they had not with anyone else. Theirs was an intimacy that one could not simply disregard or cast aside. Riggs had not known what to expect when he finally found his bride, but the quiet... it was disturbing. Shouldn't she have exhibited some kind of emotion?​

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He followed her, quietly. Damon had no idea what to say, well other than the obvious.​

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"Not expecting to ever see me again were you? I wasn't sure I was going to ever escape... but here I am."​

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It was nothing significant, though there was emotion behind it. His words carried a weight, one that spoke of the burden he had been carrying since he was captured.​

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"You must have thought I was dead by now."​

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It was not a question, but rather the obvious statement. There was only one looming question Damon had, one he was too afraid to ask.​

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Did you move on...​

 

[Vytal Noctura]

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The Pale Witch smiled with Redd's response. "Twins. Congratulations." A nod then accompanied the lupine's recollection of a prior meeting. "And I am pleased to see you not in such a state now. You will need your strength in the not too distant future keeping up with unruly youth." Vytal could only imagine young lupine were prone to greater bouts of movement and at far greater speed than most sentient young. Still, she would have time to recuperate before they leaned to dash aboard as quickly as they could. "In fact, there is a substantial arboretum on the newly commissioned Bastion should you require somewhere for them to roam safely." While nature was best left to its own devices with a gentle, corrective hand so it did not run wild, there was nothing wrong with nature aboard a controlled environment to provide the assurance of safety not found on an open world.​

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"If my presence would not impose," Vytal added when Gerwald invite her to join them. A polite response though she would haunt him here or there until they could talk. Fortunate if they might at least begin today rather than put off something so important. It was inefficient not to ensure your second in command was up to speed with the intent of the first; when one was incapacitated there would be no time to impart such information.​

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To say nothing of matters that did haunt Gerwald. Even now. "Things are most important when there is naught time for them." Else things tended to be forgotten. Often not from deliberate design, which made it all the more likely they would remain lost. "The Order, despite what transpired, has enough brave souls to shoulder the responsibility. All you need do is ask the right people to carry out the right task. Do not worry whether it will be done -- trust it is so and focus on both matters of personal and duty alike."​

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They would have to discuss the matter of the ring another time, it seemed. Gerwald did not brooch the topic, and so Vytal would keep silent in the presence of others. Even family. Hopefully, in time, he would see the value of opening up to those around him.​

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Suddenly, the Nightmother laughed. "Does he now?" Vytal's green eyes fell to Redd once more. "A valid concern as you bear the children, but you bear them, do you not? Heed his words, but it is your decision to make when the time comes." The offworlder-friendly way of saying Redd was the dominant one in the decision making progress. The Nightsisters did not own the Nightbrother, but the Sisters were the leadership of the Clans.​

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Tag: Gerwald Lechner | Redd​

Template By: Darth Metus (Guy)​

 

[Anika Tau'ri]

P Y R E​

Tag: Abel Denko

When Abel spoke again, Serena turned to gaze at him. She could not help herself. There was something about the soothing baritone that pulled on strings Serena was not aware she had. Immediately, she was pleased she had. He rewarded her with a wink. To which she responded by blushing a ferocious scarlet that matched her dress exactly.

Grateful for the distraction of introductions that he offered shortly after; Serena turned her attention on Teyla.

“Teyla.” She repeated in a warm tone as she offered a handout in greeting. “What a beautiful name.” However, before Serena could get more than a few words in, the woman’s attention was stolen away by another man. In part, Serena wished she had not. Now she really would be in trouble if this mysterious stranger appeared and it was just her and Abel. Serena watched with some dismay as the back of Teyla’s head disappeared into shadow. A motion made by Abel drew her gaze back to the knight.

He pointed. To the bow. Serena’s face fell.

First with surprise, the confusion, and then a sweet, satisfying wave of sheer relief.

“It is.” She was suddenly keenly aware of the way her dress clung to her curves, and the way the neckline dipped far below anything she had ever owned before. Crossing her arms over her chest covered up some of her dignity, but she could still feel the soft beach breeze as it licked at her bare flesh. Her gaze trailed. From the scarlet bow to Abel’s face. A rush of elation overtook her, and Serena found herself giggling. Quietly, at first, but it soon turned into ruckus laughter.

For hours now, she had been so worried. Tearing her hair out at the prospect of marrying and spending the rest of her life with someone she had never met before. Well, at least she had met Abel before. He was not a total stranger. As her laughter began to die down, Serena spoke again. “I’m sorry.” Her honey-suckle words were still littered with chuckles. “I had no idea.” Serena covered her mouth, to further prevent the giggles.

“When I walked over here…” One of her hands motioned to the empty place where Teyla had stood. “I just assumed.” The laughter was a cover-up, to hide the feeling of excitement that had been bubbling up from the minute Abel motioned to the bow. This must have been some twist of fate. Some strange hand shuffling about the pieces of life to make them align just so. Serena had never been one to place weight in things like fate. She worked on facts and hard data, but what else could this be?

When Serena said goodbye to him at the doors of the hospital, she had assumed that was it. He was just another knight in a never-ending stream of them. The chances of seeing him again were slim to none. Yet, here he stood.​