S L A Y E R
Much had changed in the Empire. Some felt or described the homefront as having suffered from a focus on war. Other planets had been ravaged by the likes of Harrow. Much of which seemed to leave the Jedi Temple on Yavin IV converted into a place of recovery and learning of the Manda unspoiled. There were still Children of the Manda tending to its halls and providing sanctuary throughout all the trials and tribulations suffered by the Mandalorian people.
Runi Kuryida walked the halls of the Temple with a shadow of a smile and nods to all those she passed. The Shaman turned Warmaster was pleased with their efforts. It was much like the Mandokarla whose efforts radiated outward from Kestri. It was good to see a place of refuge where Mandalorian men and women could come to grow stronger, or to rediscover their strength after enduring the harsh trials throughout the galaxy. It also afforded the Empire's "Spiritspeakers" a place to congregate and exchange instruction and ideas. Somewhere separate from their physical and martial brothers and sisters. Not that there was a divide, but it was more difficult to listen in stillness when there were explosions rocking your chamber.
This small moon, Yavin IV, also had a number of ancient ruins or structures that had endured the passage of time. Places used by Dark and Light forces alike over the centuries. Perfect for Mandalorians that ascribed to neither Jedi nor Sith philosophies, but pursed whatever brought strength of mind, body, and spirit. It was this diversity -- in both place and purpose -- that Runi hoped would draw in the many mystics, witches, Force Users, and other uniquely-abled sentients. A neutral ground for exchanging knowledge and growing stronger together. As the Manda required of its Children.
Her steps had taken her through the expansive halls and out to the Arena of Trials where despite a focus on spirituality, Mandalorians still tested their physical (and spiritual) powers against one another. It wasn't enough to just be strong with the gifts of the Manda, but also in personal combat -- a fit body supported a fit mind, and soul. Her hazel eyes watched over those below as they gave and took ground from another another. She drew in a deep breath of crisp air of the largely unspoiled moon with satisfaction seeing so many capable and struggling men and women striving to better themselves.
The shaman had sent word out to many inviting them to this refuge. They could find a home here if they wish, or the opportunity to exchange knowledge or test their mettle. Perhaps they would bring a unique skillset or understanding found no where else in the galaxy; it could become a thriving hub for all those that walk the path.
Open to Mandalorians, Mystics, Spiritspeakers
Dreidi Xeraic
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Edrick Aethelred
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Elira Verd
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Sanguina Krev
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Svidur Galaar
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Vahlika Velhaari
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Vytal Noctura
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Xasin Dyst
Cordelia Malkavian
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Aether Verd









