Blake Morrigan
The Nightraven
Her center of being had learned to hold...
Precious gravity had re-asserted itself, and as it ascended from the phoenix ashes of its immolation, the world slowly turned right side up once again. Abstract blurs of color and sound and voice became coherent concepts that the mind could latch on to and understand once again; gestalt halves of murky understanding fused and were born into new light. The hungry tongues of the netherworld abated and the hazed thinned into a blessed clarity, a clarity Blake had not felt in a long while. It was a lot like living blind and dazed in a world full of bright lights, thinking all was as it should be - only to find herself staring through a looking glass that sharpened the focus, shined the lenses on all that she'd missed. Then arrived the realization that there was more to this than angry welts of distortion. The easy part.
It was a rougher path for Blake to integrate herself another time into the screaming, desecrated Sith. She'd spent so long in the isolation of the mutilated womb of Ke'lai that it was hard to assimilate, hard to think. In the abysmal depths she'd been broken and damaged beyond repair, breathing liquid shadow while the nurturing murmur of the ravens heartbeat soothed all her hurt. A second birth, a second mewling infancy - she had smote her ruin in blood and iron and riven flesh, only to raise her up in her desiccated, atrophied hands.
Mother Ke'lai...you will know peace.
Her homeplanet had fallen, conquered by warlords who boasted power and authority with their armies of pirates and scum...- that much was writ into her. Gouged into her flesh, plain for all to see in the gaping ugliness of her scars. Her people suffered...their screams of agony ringing in her ears deafeningly. She made a promise to herself...a pact. That no matter the cost she would ease their suffering...she would set them free. And if that promise was to be kept there was work to be done.
But this was a more personal venture...how much money had she scraped up just so she could even afford a trip to this planet?
Voss...one of the many homes of the Silver Order...home of the Jedi. It was a strange world...or at least, strange to her. Strange to an orphan girl who had only seen the filthy bottom of a city planet and the massive building that reached to far up into the skies that she had never known their true color...cold and metallic walls nestled her and sung a lullaby of the city. So to suddenly set foot on a planet with...grass...trees. A clear sky and an over all peacefulness made Blake feel...oddly out of place. And the people...all dressed in neat robes and over saturated in Light Side energies. Blake could feel the mark that tainted her begin to pulse painfully...but she managed to suffer through it. At least for now.
This was certainly the place...Ivory was here...somewhere. Blake crossed her arms over her chest nervously as she tried to make herself appear rather small...taking her crimson scarf and lifting it over her nose a bit as she made her way around the temple of Voss...
The girl avoided speaking to anyone who looked older than herself...mainly to avoid any wise force sensitives who would make the mark bestowed on her by Darth Carnifex go haywire...frankly being near so many Force Sensitives at once was already causing a reaction as waves and waves of potent Dark Side energy seemed to bleed through her bandaged arm as if some kind of beacon. Blake clutched her left arm and grimaced at the pain...simply heading over to a small courtyard where a young man sat crossed legged in the grass enjoying what she could only assume was lunch.
He looked to be a youngling...ten, perhaps younger. And as she approached the young boy looked up at her with a quizzical glare, taking her in from head to toe before adjusting himself appropriately. Blake smiled softly and stopped in front of him and sighed.
"Uh, sorry to bother you. But do you know where i can go to find padawans who had recently arrived? My friend was recently recruited and i was hoping to find her." She mused innocently, the boy smiling back at her and nodding.
"Oh yeah. For a sec i thought i was in trouble...anyway, new padawans are normally taken to the east of the temple for testing and stuff. There should be a lady at the front desk over there you can ask if your friend is here." He explained, pointing in the direction she needed to go. Blake nodded and thanked the lad before heading back onto the dirt path that seemed to lead over that way rather than going through the temple...best she stuck to the outskirts even if it did make her look shady. She wore her common cloths, not really having anything else to wear being a penniless peasant and all.
Still...she set off quickly. Hoping to find what she was looking for. It had been months since she had seen her friend...she wondered if Ivory had missed her as much as Blake had...she supposed she would find out soon enough.
Precious gravity had re-asserted itself, and as it ascended from the phoenix ashes of its immolation, the world slowly turned right side up once again. Abstract blurs of color and sound and voice became coherent concepts that the mind could latch on to and understand once again; gestalt halves of murky understanding fused and were born into new light. The hungry tongues of the netherworld abated and the hazed thinned into a blessed clarity, a clarity Blake had not felt in a long while. It was a lot like living blind and dazed in a world full of bright lights, thinking all was as it should be - only to find herself staring through a looking glass that sharpened the focus, shined the lenses on all that she'd missed. Then arrived the realization that there was more to this than angry welts of distortion. The easy part.
It was a rougher path for Blake to integrate herself another time into the screaming, desecrated Sith. She'd spent so long in the isolation of the mutilated womb of Ke'lai that it was hard to assimilate, hard to think. In the abysmal depths she'd been broken and damaged beyond repair, breathing liquid shadow while the nurturing murmur of the ravens heartbeat soothed all her hurt. A second birth, a second mewling infancy - she had smote her ruin in blood and iron and riven flesh, only to raise her up in her desiccated, atrophied hands.
Mother Ke'lai...you will know peace.
Her homeplanet had fallen, conquered by warlords who boasted power and authority with their armies of pirates and scum...- that much was writ into her. Gouged into her flesh, plain for all to see in the gaping ugliness of her scars. Her people suffered...their screams of agony ringing in her ears deafeningly. She made a promise to herself...a pact. That no matter the cost she would ease their suffering...she would set them free. And if that promise was to be kept there was work to be done.
But this was a more personal venture...how much money had she scraped up just so she could even afford a trip to this planet?
Voss...one of the many homes of the Silver Order...home of the Jedi. It was a strange world...or at least, strange to her. Strange to an orphan girl who had only seen the filthy bottom of a city planet and the massive building that reached to far up into the skies that she had never known their true color...cold and metallic walls nestled her and sung a lullaby of the city. So to suddenly set foot on a planet with...grass...trees. A clear sky and an over all peacefulness made Blake feel...oddly out of place. And the people...all dressed in neat robes and over saturated in Light Side energies. Blake could feel the mark that tainted her begin to pulse painfully...but she managed to suffer through it. At least for now.
This was certainly the place...Ivory was here...somewhere. Blake crossed her arms over her chest nervously as she tried to make herself appear rather small...taking her crimson scarf and lifting it over her nose a bit as she made her way around the temple of Voss...
The girl avoided speaking to anyone who looked older than herself...mainly to avoid any wise force sensitives who would make the mark bestowed on her by Darth Carnifex go haywire...frankly being near so many Force Sensitives at once was already causing a reaction as waves and waves of potent Dark Side energy seemed to bleed through her bandaged arm as if some kind of beacon. Blake clutched her left arm and grimaced at the pain...simply heading over to a small courtyard where a young man sat crossed legged in the grass enjoying what she could only assume was lunch.
He looked to be a youngling...ten, perhaps younger. And as she approached the young boy looked up at her with a quizzical glare, taking her in from head to toe before adjusting himself appropriately. Blake smiled softly and stopped in front of him and sighed.
"Uh, sorry to bother you. But do you know where i can go to find padawans who had recently arrived? My friend was recently recruited and i was hoping to find her." She mused innocently, the boy smiling back at her and nodding.
"Oh yeah. For a sec i thought i was in trouble...anyway, new padawans are normally taken to the east of the temple for testing and stuff. There should be a lady at the front desk over there you can ask if your friend is here." He explained, pointing in the direction she needed to go. Blake nodded and thanked the lad before heading back onto the dirt path that seemed to lead over that way rather than going through the temple...best she stuck to the outskirts even if it did make her look shady. She wore her common cloths, not really having anything else to wear being a penniless peasant and all.
Still...she set off quickly. Hoping to find what she was looking for. It had been months since she had seen her friend...she wondered if Ivory had missed her as much as Blake had...she supposed she would find out soon enough.
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