Soul Stealer (PM for Invite)

[Talos Rygat]

[member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] [member="Skaarj"] [member="Darth Prazutis"] [member="Briga Tiin"]

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Coruscant, Petrax Quarter

Talos stood upon a loading dock as he awaited what he would hope to be a few treasure hunters. Around him buzzed three of the Echoes of Souls he harbors within himself. Each speaking endlessly about the coming adventure.

"Cell of Imu...Soul Stealer...Jedi Master Humat...19,000BBY...Milky White Talisman...Captured Souls..." They quietly chanted as they danced around Talos. It was only natural that he'd be the one to seek out an artifact known as the Soul Stealer. It was what he was made of, stolen souls.

As he awaited the others arrival, he pondered if his new apprentice would take to his coming teachings. He'd only ever instructed a couple souls on some techniques, never an actual apprentice. This was new for all of them, the souls and Talos I mean.

 

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

A treasure-hunt, on Coruscant? It sounded a little odd at first, but when she reflected upon the vastness of the planet, and the intricate levels the planetary-metropolis stood upon, she could understand how the cityscape could be a viable place to hide an artefact of power. She had heard about the lower levels, how things lurked in the dark; monstrous things. There were rumours of ghouls and ogres living on plains of waste in eternal darkness. While these stories chilled the bones of children everywhere, they put the lust for adventure in Joycelyn's soul. It also made her take the precaution of arms and armour.

She approached the point of meeting, donned in the MK III standard OS military armour. Though, she had cosmetically modified it with a stensil and a bit of spray paint, giving it a pattern of red on the otherwise dull grey plates, and marked it with a few quotes and symbols from the holy scriptures of Vahl, for inspiration. She held the helmet under her right arm. It was decorated to the semblance of a skull without hampering her vision, a Zambrano tradition. At her left hip she had a blade, not a lightsabre, but a solid blade with a dark presence in the Force: A custom-ordered Mohc 'Dauntless' Combat Blade. Her lightsabre was fitted horizontally on the back of her hip. The unassuming hilt almost merged with the armour.

As she came within sight of their guide, she slowed down a little. He was tall, but she was taller. She surveyed him, and kept watch for others. She would rather be prepared than walk straight into an ambush. Trust was not something one would find in the vahlacanthix acolyte.