Faction The Embers of Vahl

[Hasuras Na-Gerra]

Upon the great vessel, Everstorm, there strode the Warlord Gerra. The halls of the warship were strewn with the plunder of a dozen worlds. Artwork hung haphazard upon the walls. The floors were lined with rich carpets of a hundred variety. Chandeliers and candalabras hung from ceilings and walls, wildly out of place.

Yet, this was home.

Gerra entered the enormous chamber that served as the dining hall for House Hasuras. A table hewn from the branch of a wroshyr tree sat in the middle of the room, surrounded by chairs. Servants had laid out food and wine.

Holding his helmet under one hand, Gerra glanced from the table, to the walls of the room lined with even more artwork and the scalps and skins and skulls of conquered foes.

He allowed a smile to cross his features.

It felt good to be back.

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[Hasuras Na-Sias]

From one corner of the table, modestly set with a napkin of bread and flute of wine, Sias sat with her knee to her chin and the rest of her limbs neatly folded. One hand traced the raised dents of a parchment scroll while the other brought a bite of wine-soaked bread to her mouth. Her eyes, like usual, stayed trained on some random fold in the table cloth.

It was soothing in a way. The constant mulling of servants, feet shuffling against carpet, wine pouring into glass. She rarely made conversation with them, rarely made conversation with anyone really but she was much more eager to listen to whatever passing words or gossip trailed the servants lips than than her own.

Sias raised her head a second or two before Gerra entered. He seemed in good spirits, that usual looming presence of his taking on an interesting tinge of pride.

Her hand lowered the bread back down. "You're happy." She said simply, as if stating a fact rather than starting a conversation.


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[Hasuras Na-Veyra]

"Of course he is."

Veyra's place was set, though empty save for a glass of amber ichor. Her chair was pulled away, making room for the ritual. Whetstone in hand, it squealed as it ran its way down the length of a knife. She took care of her blades, unwilling to let servants handle the task others thought menial.

"We've heard the tales of Hapes."

Finally, she was satisfied. The knife rejoined its sheath on her hip. Wrapped in cloth, the whetstone was laid aside for dinner. Her helm joined it, revealing the marred skin on either temple. When her eyes met Gerra's, they echoed his pride. A lazy hand waved a nearby servant on, who finally filled her plate.

"Come, join us, brother. First, we celebrate. Then, you must tell us how we capitalize on this growing reputation of yours. We can't let you have all the glory."

 

[Hasuras Va-Kull]

They all convened to where they dined together, a rare occasion to have peace amongst themselves. This chamber was large for the sake of royalty their name beared and to accommodate the marvelous size of Kull. The demon’s footsteps were stomps that were obvious to hear and lightly shook the table. Each sibling had their own section reserved with his being the largest and near the head of the table, for the sake of comfortability for Kull and the others.

“The Galaxy couldn’t be more ripe for us,” joining the dialogue with his kin, a clawed hand pulling out an ominous steel chair, him and Gerra the only ones capable of doing so due to its size and weight. Sitting down the servants immediately presented him with his food; raw meats not just of typical livestock but also of large sentient humanoids. Cuts of Wookiee, Besalisk, Herglic, and the likes. Another trait that separated him from the others apart from his hideous image.

However, he was mannered to wait for the others to sit before devouring his meal.

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[Hasuras Na-Gerra]

Gerra frowned at the Maelibus, Kull. Dwarfing even he, Va-Kull was the most formidable of the Hasuras. Yet his blood lust oft clouded his vision. He let himself be the monster the others saw him as, unable to see past the gore and glory of battle: a self-fulfilling prophecy.

"Indeed," rumbled Gerra, his heavy boots thumping across the floor as he took his own seat at the table. He hefted a morsel of some roasted fowl and took a bite, peeling flesh from bone, chewing as he thought. He drowned down the food with a flagon of wine, then turned to his sisters.

"You should have been with me, Veyra." He eyed her freshly whet weapon, "You might have had occasion to sheath your knives in something other than a scabbard. For once."

Those embers tracked to Sias, dipping her bread in wine, and his brows drew together again like thunderheads. "Is that all you've eaten today, Sias? Come, we should be celebrating."

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[Hasuras Na-Eleos]

Bare feet tap-tapped against the metal floor of the warship where Eleos entered to join his siblings for their dinner. Why they'd insisted he come today of all days he didn't quite understand, but Gerra's soldier had been in a rather bright mood when he'd delivered the message. Eleos could intuit the rest.

He wandered by the table, gathering fruit and a vegetable or two onto his plate. Passing by each of his siblings, he took his time to wager where best to sit to minimize the volume of conversation he'd be exposed to, and that place quickly appeared. Eleos hopped onto a chair between Hasuras Na-Sias and Hasuras Na-Veyra .

The plate he'd gathered had just about all the fruit and vegetables that had been gathered for their table on it, which was no means a towering pile. Most Hasuras simply were opposed to vegetarian tendencies.

Eleos balanced a fork with a bored and contemplative expression while they waited for the rest of the siblings to show.

"Bread and wine simply won't do," Eleos absently agreed with his brother on the matter of their sister's nutrition. "I would have thought you'd take better care, given how you are gifted with the foresight of literally seeing where a bread and wine diet will lead you in ten years?"

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