Return to Kaas

[Boethiah]

Droumnd Kaas was a gloomy place to be, the world hadn't been the same ever since a certain Mandalorian fleet commander decided to drop an asteroid upon its surface. Once covered in sprawling jungles, Kaas was now an arid and cold wasteland. The scattered swamps and jungle oasis are all that remind people of its past, yet even then the world was gloomy. What difference does it make? Dark days with nearly endless rain or bland landscapes with nearly endless cold?

It didn't matter much, there was still something worth salvaging beyond its aesthetics. Dromund Kaas was a Sith world, held in high standard and the capital of an Empire, towers of obsidian rose from the ground and stood tall over the fortress of Kaas City. Within its walls lied knowledge, power, and authority--the ruins of which still cling onto life even as the foundation decays. That is the will of the Sith, to never truly die.

Anja Aj'Rou traveled in secret to Kaas, with no guards nor companions, to seek out knowledge on a subject she kept to herself. A small starship landed far from any signs of civilization and near the outskirts of a ruin, the Host Lord stepped off the shuttle and began to explore the wilds.

[member="Lady Medax"]

 

[Artemis Vahl'Nyx]

Once there was a woman​

With raven locks of hair​

She went about her life​

Without a bit of care​

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They said she was crazy​

A drunkard at the bar​

But compared to her kin​

Truly she went so far​

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One dreary, dark evening​

Her life came to an end​

When a kinsman forgot​

The placement of a friend​

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Now she wanders the land,​

A ghostly spirit lass​

With broken blade in hand​

'Til freed from death at last​

And they call her... Medax​

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Sometimes coming home was the hardest thing to do. War always brought chaos to the nations it affected, both on the front lines and back in the heart of the country. Or in the heart of the Empire, in this case. At the end of a great conflict, Dromund Kaas had been besieged by enemy forces. A once heavily populated world was reduced to little more than a winter playground in a matter of a few days. Few people remained on the Imperial homeworld. Those that did were trying desperately to make something out of the ruins.

But there were places that even they, as desperate and proud as they were, would not go. Perhaps it was superstition. They could swear that they had seen figures moving through the fog, strange footprints in the snow, and eyes in the night. 'Going near there is trouble', they'd say. Maybe some of them just remembered what the land had once been used for. Who the land had belonged to. Most of them hadn't come close before things went to hell, but they knew people who had gone there, and they knew the rumors.

Rumors didn't really matter in a situation like theirs. To them, everything they knew about the old Nyxai property was fact. People had died there. Children had been abused, lost, and buried. Servants had their necks snapped for the simplest of errors, for simply making the tiniest of wrong moves. It made sense that there would still be spirits on the land, haunting the place where their nightmares had come true. Since the fall of Kaas, those left on the planet had been avoiding the territory for fear of the specters that resided there.

Recently scouts had been reporting increased activity in the area...
As if another spirit had joined the sorrowful little soiree.

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A ghost looks for her home​

In the rubble of Kaas​

Where once she was well known​

But her home is long lost​

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Only ruins remain​

Where Empires once stood​

Tattered cloth, window panes,​

Burnt stones and rotten wood​

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So little is still left​

At least on the surface​

The Lords had been so deft,​

To hide their wondrous place​

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Below the ruined ground​

Beneath the grass and leaves​

A treasure can be found​

Like you wouldn't believe​

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Just waiting for a thief...​