Private The Art of Creation

[Firrerreo]

"Now Alchemy is the founding blocks of reality. Or, no. No no. It's what allows you control over the founding blocks of reality. Yes, that's it. Through it, you can change one thing into anything. Or more things into anything. The only limit is the control you have! You just have to get stronger and you can change everything!" Firrerreo spoke with a zealotry and a wide smile as he hovered over the basin. Deep within a Sith tomb he'd found it. Secrets to alchemy. No, really. Secrets to Alchemy, a coalition of alchemical secrets written in a book by the long dead Sith who was buried in this gave. He had the book open on the edge of the basin. Though the only person he was speaking to was the unblinking and uncaring visage of his catlike familiar.

The orange tabby blinked after a long moment of silence, then proceeded to clean itself. The Alchemist let out a sigh as he looked down to the red waters of the basin.

"You could pretend to be interested, y'know. I find these things fascinating. As the one who made you, you'd think you would be too!" Still, he chuckled. It wasn't out of place for the Familiar to be uninterested. It wasn't the normal kind, after all. Firrerreo pulled free a knife sheathed at his waist. The weapon itself wasn't anything special to behold, though as he held it and his palm over the still waters deep red runes formed along it's edge. A single slash and he split open his palm. Drop after drop of his blood sunk into the basin.

All at once it came to life, once still waters starting to boil. A fanged grin spread across the young man's face as he closed his wounded hand.

"Let's begin."

Damsy Callat

 

[Damsy Callat]

Something had been unearthed.

Syreni had felt it and told Damsy.

But the latter hadn't tried to ignore it. Very surprising, considering how she often pretended that she didn't have a Sithy alter living in her skin, darkened in at least two ways.

Instead, Damsy hopped aboard the Chambered Nautilus and then deferred to the flipside of her personality in terms of navigation. Syreni's Force-imbued sense brought the one-bodied duo to a world awash with old Sith graves. Again surprisingly, Damsy failed to complain once as she wandered the necropolis.

A long day of hiking led her to a specific tomb, rather unassuming as the entrances to most were little more than skylights in the ground. Simple for Lords, was Damsy's only articulated thought as she descended into the catacomb. What a way to go for them. The lot must be turning in these graves, mad and everything that death had reduced them to cookie cutters—

As soon as she set one foot into the deeper parts of the tomb, the half-Shi'ido realized her assessment couldn't have been more wrong. She closed her hand, fizzing out the Lightning that had been illuminating her way; the various gold trappings lining the hallway reflected the little natural light that made it this far as if chandeliers lined the roof. Damsy walked down the path, slowly and unbothered and taking time to apprise some of the artifacts. They'd look good in the Reef's qabbrat...

A little further down the way, something beside light echoed off the walls:

"You could pretend to be interested, y'know. I find these things fascinating. As the one who made you, you'd think you would be too!"

"Let's begin."

She all but flew behind a nearby bookcase. Her footfalls remained silent as she, after a hesitating moment, crawled up to a large urn a few meters away. From there, she peeked over the lip and just glimpsed a head of brown hair through a cloud of steam rising from a basin.



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Firrerreo