Faction Sanctum: Sic Venit Gloria Manda

[Runi Kuryida]

Runi nodded to Dreidi Xeraic for her thoughts. The galaxy was always changing. Sometimes for the worst, but that only gave rise to some of its best in response. A dangerous game that could lead to the ruin of all, but the only thing any one person could do was their part; and have faith in the Manda that the whole would be served.

Rowan Drysi , however, had a question for the Shaman, which stilled her from turning from the group. How should she answer? "That is a long story." Runi actually chuckled as a reminiscent smile graced her lips. "Our people were suffering. I could see it in their eyes. Hear it in their words. Feel it in their hands. So, I listened. To their stories. Their pain. From there I gathered them and we worked together to bring stability back. Not to the galaxy, but to one another. From that moment we carried that same purpose out to whomever we could."

She stepped over to lay a hand on Rowan's shoulder. "You will know it. Maybe not right away, swept up in the moment, but when you take the time to breathe, look around, and reflect you will realize that you do not regret a moment spent toward that purpose. A calling does not have a voice of its own, but you answer its call when it arrives all the same. Live. Explore. And if you require any help, I can arrange for new experiences." Not all of them would be pleasant, but that was sometimes how you discovered a calling. Runi, for instance, did not enjoy pottery.

As they collectively made to relocate, Torva Vikar addressed them. Runi peered back at the apologetic woman; their pace was by no means rushed, and it remain easy to speak casually as they moved. "Good. And as your Spiritual Guide I will tell you all now there is no singular answer to your question. But," her voice rose slightly and Runi paused in speaking for just a second, "there are shared cultural and philosophical beliefs. Many Clans, but one People. One Manda. Focus on our similarities in honor, duty, preparedness, and strength in more than just the physical." The latter one not everyone ascribed to, but it was Runi's personal pursuit to help the Clans recognize strength in mind, heart, and soul were equally as important as knowing how to wield every blaster in the galaxy.

"What does being Mandalorian mean to you?" Runi put to the group, curious if any had their own understanding of who or what they were as a people.

Adelle Bastiel | Rynna | Ferris Skirata | Rowan Drysi | Torva Vikar | Dreidi Xeraic | Telula Vale | Open​

 

[Adelle Bastiel]

Runi turned her hazel eyes upon Adelle Bastiel for a moment after her humble reply. The Shaman's chin lowered and her head rolled a bit to one side as the light seemed to catch in her eyes. "There is no shame in that, Daughter of the Manda. There is strength in acknowledging what is needed on your walk through this life. You will find much here to learn." Those that sought to promote strength of all kinds -- including of the mind or soul -- resided in those halls. Runi championed more than war. War had many followers and needed little help promoting itself. "We shall talk and find a course suitable to your needs."

Adelle's two-toned eyes looked sharply back at the Shaman. Either she was incredibly observant or Adelle's tight-fisted control over her emotions was slipping. She hoped it was the former. Anything else put others at risk, something she was unwilling to be responsible for. Adelle nodded in acknowledgement, turning her attention back to the group as she addressed the two that spoke then the group as a whole before her gaze turned elsewhere, with an invitation. Well, Adelle had just said she was hear to learn--declining an invitation to sit and converse with someone who knew what they were doing would be counter-productive. Turning from the arena below, she made her way back up towards the group as they began to move to the aformentioned hearth.

The Shaman spoke of need arising from pain and becoming the answer in response to something one of the young girls asked. A desire to heal rising from the broken pieces of pain. Adelle could relate. As they walked, the Shaman answered a young woman that had remained quiet and on the edges of the group until now.

"What does being Mandalorian mean to you?" Runi put to the group, curious if any had their own understanding of who or what they were as a people.

That nearly stopped her cold. As it was, she paused briefly mid-stride before resuming a normal pace. That had been a question she'd been wrestling with for a while. She had been bounty and interfence in a bounty with two separate Mandos before Taris. After Taris . . . It got more complicated. The Mandos she'd seen of this Empire were still peerless warriors but less conquerors or warmongers than she'd assumed previously.

And she'd sworn the Resol'nare herself. So what did that make her?

"To commit yourself to a people, their care and their future," Adelle said slowly. With the Jedi, she'd been a servant and Healer. Under Krayt, she'd been a weapon. With CorSec, an investigator. Among the Mandalorians, she could be all of them. And at least for now, the answer felt true.



Runi Kuryida | Rowan Drysi | Rynna | Ferris Skirata | Torva Vikar | Dreidi Xeraic | Telula Vale

 

[Telula Vale]

Telula Vale
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The amount of commotion that came about since Telula's arrival was enough to create a ringing in her ears. So many bodies, most of them of the younger sort, and the energy that came with them...She had not missed the jumbled compliment to her person, and she had easily smiled at Rynna and reached out to lightly poke the tip of the younger's nose. And then not minutes later she had that same finger was pressed to her own ear, just at the opening to shield it as she focused on getting her own energies right. It had been a long time since she had been around so many people at once, and readjusting to the company of someone other than her Galek Hound was something she should have been prepared for, but hadn't been.

Thankfully the focus of the gathered shifted, and the group seemed to agree with relocating elsewhere. That was perfectly fine with Telula, and she breathed out a quiet breath as she managed to settle her senses. A mental note was then made to never assume small numbers in such a place again.

As the others moved along, Lula took up the rear, assessing those in front of her now, and listening to the questions asked and answers given. The children were brought, another present as an instructor, a guide? Then why in all of the worlds across the spanse of the universe had Lula been called here? She was no teacher, she certainly was no sort of spiritual guide, and she couldn't recall her last run in with any Mandalorian.

Rather than voice these curiosities in the moment, Telula instead found herself a place to lean and continue to listen. Sitting around the hearth seemed no place for her currently, but she was indeed curious as to just what was going on here, and what her part in it all was supposed to be. After all, if there was one thing she had learned over her years, it was that nothing ever happened without reason.

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