Ashin Varanin
Professional Enabler
@[member="Lord Depravious"] @[member="Tyrin Ardik"] @[member="Lord Ashmedai"] @[member="Arumi Zy"] @[member="Gabriel Volturi"] @[member="Helios Meldonus Kingpriest"] @[member="Darth Vazela"]
NOT Moridin or Kaine, thanks I love fighting y'all, but I wanna fight someone new.
Any Master can be the one, btw, regardless of faction. We're in the middle of nowhere, in the borders of the SE. Not hard to handwave a reason to be here.
A masked figure, its Force signature present but utterly unrecognizable, trudged across the desert. Aargonar's history bore its share of scars, culminating in a brutal Sith assault that Ashin had led from the front. Recent violence, however, was not the point. Aargonar had been aligned with Kaan, two thousand years ago, and then taken by Krayt a millennium later. The first assault on Aargonar had verified the existence of vaults inside an immense, eroded desert fortress. Vaults from Krayt's time, or older.
The Aargonar assault had not explored those vaults, and that had been deliberate, in the nature of Ashin leaving a cache for future contingencies. Perhaps the Empire had found them and cracked them open, outmaneuvering the memory wipes and other precautions Ashin had taken. Her focus, admittedly, had been elsewhere when she ordered the vault re-buried.
This was a risk. The risk was compounded by the need to maximize her senses, and that meant refraining from an absolute nullification of her Force signature. Anyone who claimed perfect stealth and perfect clarity of sense was an idiot, in her opinion. By the patterns of wind and dust, by the fear of small animals, by precognition, and by resonance or interference in the deep currents of the Force, Ashin stretched out to understand what lay around her in time and in space, as she walked the desert toward the abandoned fortress.
Her attention would get noticed; of that she had no doubt.
NOT Moridin or Kaine, thanks I love fighting y'all, but I wanna fight someone new.
Any Master can be the one, btw, regardless of faction. We're in the middle of nowhere, in the borders of the SE. Not hard to handwave a reason to be here.
AARGONAR
BORDERS OF THE SITH EMPIRE
A masked figure, its Force signature present but utterly unrecognizable, trudged across the desert. Aargonar's history bore its share of scars, culminating in a brutal Sith assault that Ashin had led from the front. Recent violence, however, was not the point. Aargonar had been aligned with Kaan, two thousand years ago, and then taken by Krayt a millennium later. The first assault on Aargonar had verified the existence of vaults inside an immense, eroded desert fortress. Vaults from Krayt's time, or older.
The Aargonar assault had not explored those vaults, and that had been deliberate, in the nature of Ashin leaving a cache for future contingencies. Perhaps the Empire had found them and cracked them open, outmaneuvering the memory wipes and other precautions Ashin had taken. Her focus, admittedly, had been elsewhere when she ordered the vault re-buried.
This was a risk. The risk was compounded by the need to maximize her senses, and that meant refraining from an absolute nullification of her Force signature. Anyone who claimed perfect stealth and perfect clarity of sense was an idiot, in her opinion. By the patterns of wind and dust, by the fear of small animals, by precognition, and by resonance or interference in the deep currents of the Force, Ashin stretched out to understand what lay around her in time and in space, as she walked the desert toward the abandoned fortress.
Her attention would get noticed; of that she had no doubt.