Faction Ordo and Chaos || Mandalorian Empire

Runi Kuryida · 2025-07-07T22:49:42-0400

Ordo is a world situated on the edge of the Mandalorian Core; predominantly a barren desert, it is the homeworld of the Clan bearing its namesake, and the destination of those whose shuttle drew near the surface that very moment.

Other shuttles would follow to deliver archaeologists and spiritualists in turn, but the ship at the fore carried most of those that came to learn of their own history. Warmaster Runi Kuryida of the Mandalorian Knights had invited all with the gift of the Manda, or desire to learn more of their heritage – those with a desire to uncover truths long buried, and revelations that would empower the future.

The cloaked figure leaned forward to examine the pilot’s readouts. “There. One click at two-eight zero.” An open and level plateau for the ship to set down in a mountainous region of Ordo. It only took a few more seconds for the transport to sweep into position and lower itself to the rocky outcropping they’d selected.

In that time, Runi stepped back into the passenger section to look at those present. “We came here to learn. Not only of the past, but of your present. Listen well and the ancestors will reward you well. Do poorly…” The Shaman didn’t complete the statement as the light at the back turned green and the ramp began to fall so they could exit the shuttle.

Outside, the skies held a sea of broken tufts of cotton known as altocumulus clouds. The wind was less than two miles per hour, with little but the scorch of heat radiating from both the sun and the baked ground to tantalize the senses. Inhuman noses might pick up earthy scents, but little in the way of either animal or vegetable in the area.

A cleft in the towering rock face opposite the sheer drop of their landing area led deeper into the mountainous region the group found themselves. It was in that direction that Runi began to move to encourage those with her not to dawdle too long admiring the view. There were other vessels that would be dropping off others, and it was not a very large landing area. Perhaps it had been larger long ago before the weather and desert wore it away.

“Construction of this refuge first began around four thousand B.B.Y. It was three thousand years later when it was revitalized for its original purpose by Tarre Vizsla himself.” Runi looked back over her shoulder at the group. “Does anyone recognize this name?”

OBJECTIVE I: TOUR THE TEMPLE
Location: Lost Temple of Ordo
Join the Warmaster and Shaman Runi Kuryida for a guided tour of the Ordo Temple grounds including the training grounds, council chambers, and terrace to explore the history of Manda (Force) usage among the Mandalorians. Grow in power, endurance, or will with lessons from the past guiding your steps into the future.

OBJECTIVE II: HAMMER AND ANVIL
Location: Clan Ordo
Visit the birthplace of Clan Ordo. Visit the rugged and determined people that make a living on the barren world outside of its green zone. Learn from some of their greatest Armorsmiths and Forge Masters, or explore the greater city in all its glory.

OBJECTIVE III: BYOO
Bring Your Own Objective / Story
Explore the wider world of Ordo, pursuing your own agenda.

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Zel Sharratt · 2025-07-07T23:13:23-0400

Ordo
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Runi Kuryida said:
“Construction of this refuge first began around four thousand B.B.Y. It was three thousand years later when it was revitalized for its original purpose by Tarre Vizsla himself.” Runi looked back over her shoulder at the group. “Does anyone recognize this name?”

"Ah, well that would be the Mand'alor who constructed the Darksaber," Zel piped up. As a scribe and aspiring historian looking to document the known history of the Galaxy he was acutely familiar. "He was taken to the Jedi Order around roughly 1050 BBY, where the blade was constructed. He would return to Mandalore and take the ultimate title. That is why the Darksaber became the vessel of succession, at least in the times in which it was not at large."

And how fascinating that it was that for all the history they had with the Jedi Order, something so monumental for their culture would be born. Zel had come to understand this ebb and flow as it recurred throughout documented history, written in the walls of temples and preserved in crumbling ruins. Did something deeper draw their peoples together, or was it simply the nature of the two cultures? It would certainly be difficult for one to ignore the other. It was a history that was bound to continue to wax and wayne as they marched forward through time.

"I'm sure one could write a dissertation on such a man. Not a matter I have the time to tackle," he lamented. " One can only hope that the refuge has been left in favorable condition. The Archaic Arsenal was not so lucky. Fortunately the dry climate is most favorable for long-term open air preservation, and I imagine the terrain's rugged nature has helped insulate it well enough."

What a joyous day it was. Zel was always thrilled to be on an archaeological expedition, and this was no doubt the highlight of his career as a scribe. He was certainly giddy under his unusually dome-shaped helmet.

And, of course, he was prepared to document every little thing with the highest level of detail.

Zee Caromed · 2025-07-07T23:42:50-0400

OBJECTIVE I: TOUR THE TEMPLE

Zee wasn't used to being outside on a world this bright. Not for this long. Not this open.

Of course, the appropriate environmental issues could be solved by equipment. In Zee's case, sunglasses and lotion.

From the polluted ecumenopolis of Taris, Zee had grown up in sealed environments and under thick radioactive clouds. He could hardly be blamed for handling the sunlight poorly, and in his own opinion was doing a fantastic job of it! Wearing flexible shorts and a simple shirt with his clan's logo on it, Zee had his green coarseweave Life-Bearer sash around his waist and his armorweave bag over his shoulder - his beskar'gam's helmet clipped to a place of honor and within easy reach.

While he wasn't out in full uniform, Zee was representing Clan Caromed after all. The handle of his blaster was visible from his bag, his mother's beskad'ika worn in a harness at the small of his back. There was, he reflected, a fairly good chance it'd been made here.

Lynn Caromed had carried the pair since she'd come of age and taken them from somebody who hadn't deserved them, the same way he'd claimed one from her the first time he'd bested her.

Doing his best to be an attentive tour attendant, Zalke kept his eyes focused on

Runi Kuryida .

The history, he didn't care that much about. The process, the skills and mastery that went into all that equipment? Now THAT was a subject of interest. And, if nothing else, Zee was open to having his mind changed on tradition. Things changed quickly on Taris, and the past hadn't always been kind to Caromed anyway. But he was here to give it a shot, and learn what he could.

Adonis Angelis IV · 2025-07-08T02:58:32-0400

Objective I

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The heat didn't bother him. It clung to his frame like it belonged there, it was a dry, biting wind skimming over sun-hardened durasteel and worn leather. Helmet cradled under one arm, Adonis moved in silence with the others, his eyes on the path ahead. His heavy armor bore the dust of many worlds, and his expression, which had once show innocence, had begun to calcify since the campaign against Harrow. What had once been the face of a warrior-in-training now held the quiet gravity of a man tempered by war.

Sweat darkened the hairs at his temples, it was longer than regulation, pushed back with little care for neatness. A thin scar ran diagonally across his cheekbone, one of the fresher marks that never quite faded when you were cannon fodder. The golden-brown of his eyes was still warm, still alive, but there was a weight behind them now, one that was earned in the field, not inherited.

He followed a few respectful paces behind the Warmaster, boots crunching over ancient stone as Runi Kuryida led them toward the cleft in the rock. The mountain opened before them like a wound in the world, steeped in age and meaning. There was no temple music, no incense, just the wind, the sun, and silence. But Adonis had learned long ago that the Force didn't need ceremony to speak, it only required space to be heard.

When the name Tarre Vizsla passed from Runi's lips, Adonis felt a flicker of breath catch in his chest. Not because he didn't know it, but because he did. He'd heard that name before, not in books or lectures, but in war zones. Carved into history with a blade, it had been murmured like prayer in the darkness of foxholes. It had been shouted in rage and reverence by warriors on both sides of the Force. Tarre Vizsla was one of the first pieces of Mandalorian history he had learned after joining the Knights.

Angelis opened his mouth to speak, to give voice to the stories he had fought beside, bled beside, but Zel answered first, and he answered well.

Adonis didn't interrupt. The Knight simply nodded along quietly. The words didn't need to come from him to be true, and legacy wasn't diminished by being shared.

They walked on, and as the group moved forward, Adonis drifted toward Zee, the Taris-born medic in flexible garb, his sash catching sunlight, the weight of his weapons well-worn but accessible. Adonis didn't say much, just leaned in slightly, voice pitched low, only for Zee to hear.

"You don't have to care about the stories," he murmured, "but pay attention to what survived. A blade doesn't last this long unless it was meant to."

His gaze returned to the path ahead and toward the shadowed temple mouth and the shaman who led them.

"Neither do we."

Sibylla Abrantes · 2025-07-08T14:29:54-0400

OBJECTIVE I: TOUR THE TEMPLE
Location: Lost Temple of Ordo
Interacting with:

Runi Kuryida

Adonis Angelis IV

Zee Caromed

Zel Sharratt

Sibylla had never quite imagined she'd trade polished marble corridors for jungle ruins, but here she was with boots crunching over weathered stone, her dark trousers and boots already gathering a fine coat of grime and dust.

She stood beside her deputy, Corde Tsabin as they listened to Warmaster Runi Kuryida. The heat pressed in thick so Sibylla was grateful she'd abandoned her usual ambassadorial gowns for something far more practical, a black and teal leather jerkin, reinforced and close fitted to her slender form, paired with dark slacks and a stubborn refusal to wilt.

The young Ambassador for the High Republic to Mandalore inclined her head slightly as the armored Zel offered a polished recounting of Tarre Vizsla's legacy. Dates, succession, the rhythm of historical rise and fall. His voice held the cadence of someone in love with the past, and despite the academic flavor of his words, Sibylla found herself quietly intrigued.

When he finished, she offered a faint smile.

Then her gaze shifted back to the temple path ahead. Wind kicked up a thread of dust, curling around her boots like a whisper.

"It is fascinating," she murmured quietly to Corde, " That the Mandalorians and the Jedi found themselves interacting in orbit. Opposition, alliance, inheritance. No matter how wide the galaxy stretches, their histories seem to braid together...resisting one another, yet shaped by the same gravity."

Her eyes found a cluster of weatherworn carvings half buried along the cliffside, symbols dulled by time but still unmistakably Mandalorian.

"Perhaps Tarre Vizsla wasn't an outlier," she murmured more thoughtfully.

"Perhaps he was a mirror held up to both sides. Proof that identity doesn't have to come at the expense of legacy."

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