Faction The Heart of Dathomir (Open to TWK | ME | Witches of Dathomir)

[Ryn Starfall]

Location: Blue Desert City, Dathomir
Wearing: Robes
Tag: Kaila Irons | Brooke Waters | Darth Moskvin | Boe | Pom Stych Tivé | Open to Witches of Dathomir & ME

The Heart of Dathomir
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A mild wind blew across the dunes of the blue desert of Dathomir as the red sky loomed above. Clans traveled from long and far to the city that dwell in it's center as call went out to all the tribes of Dathomir to meet in this once great city of the Kwa people. The Kwa who had welcomed all to Dathomir long ago when it was a place for the outcast and ne'er-do-wells of an Ancient dead Empire.

Dathomir a place of wild untamed beauty and ferocity only a few planets of the galaxy could claim. With overgrown jungles, unfathomably deep oceans, pristine mountains, and long almost seemingly endless Deserts like this one.

Despite this place once being nothing more than a prison of the unwanted in ancient times. Growing to be a place seemingly overlooked by the Galaxy over the generations there after. Then into a place that was sold or gambled away into a world that was war over for no other reason than to claim it.

In more modern times the planet was still very much a mystery to outsiders despite how much war and devastating its people had seen. Still a world claimed by outsiders as their territory, some of their rulers had been kind but others persecuted them. The people of this world had fought and lost so much to so many who wanted to claim them.

So much blood had been shed and so many had died for this world because of that it had survived. The people of Dathomir had an undying spirit, a Magick in them that kept them standing tall even after they had lost so much.

Now the clans who had journeyed long and far even from stars far beyond the red sky's of Dathomir gathered for the first time in a long time in the ancient Blue Desert City of the Kwa. A neutral territory for a great meeting of the peoples of Dathomir Brothers and sister of Allya.

In the Center of a large open auditorium at the center of the city stood a dark haired figured in ceremonial robes of the Howling Crags clan. She was not the leader of anything but her Clan but had chosen to speak first to all those gathered. Among the gathered clans and individual witches who were invited, the Mandalorians the current claim holder to Dathomir had also been invited to join.

Ryn took a deep breath as she looked out at the people in the crowd from where she stood, her face painted. Her gleaming orange eyes looked out at them all as she pulled her arms from their folded position in front of her, so they were at her sides open and palms out.

"Today Brothers and Sisters, Nightsisters and Daughters of Allya our clans and people have been brought together to the world of our ancestors. Today we decide the fate of our world, as a people."

Perhaps those were other options nuances within those words spoken but those were the main factors facing them. After the choice was made only then could further debates be made on how the future of Dathomir might look thereafter.

"Clan's will be given a moment to speak there peace. I am Ryn Starfall, once long ago I was Ryn Bacquin a wayward spirit, a lost child of Dathomir in search of myself and I found it here. I felt the sting of exile from these lands by outsiders; I have seen our world controlled by benevolent hands and tyrants. I have shed blood for this world to claim it for its people. For me and the people of my clan I choose to remain free, it has nothing to do with the Mandalorians or Other Empires that have ruled over us but with the past I have seen us endure. I want to see us stand once again on our own, to make our own kingdoms instead of living in one that is not our own. Yet I do not speak for the whole of Dathomir only myself and my clan."

Her orange eyes looked out at her brothers and sisters, not sure what they might have to say or how they might sway. "It's for you and your clans to make the choice of where you want to stand. Whatever choice my clan will honor it and respect it. Now I will let the clans speak then we will cast our fate to the people of Dathomir."

 

[Kaila Irons]

Wearing: Outfit + Hat
Tag: Ryn Starfall Brooke Waters Darth Moskvin Boe Pom Stych Tivé Melinda Dealla | OPEN

Her return to Dathomir was a long time coming.

The reason was unexpected, another meeting not too dissimilar, but Kaila had felt her mother-world's call long before she knew of their connection. Now it was time to make good on it.

She entered the city remains donned in black and red cloth wrapped about her form as befit a witch of the Fanged God's domain, her magick and her staff the only weapons on her person, each amazonian step preceded by the rtyhmic * tap * of wood on stone.

The half-witch listened carefully to Ryn Starfall all the while. It was a far cry from the last meeting and welcome at that; for today was not to be one of arguments but of casting one's vote and moving on. The fate of Dathomir was in all their hands now, and if they played their cards right, it would always remain so.

"Agreed." she called, taking her place with the front-most crowd.

Her voice, though young and sharp, carried with a soldierly quality in the city.

"We've all seen what happens what happens when outsiders claim stake in the affairs of Mother Dathomir. The Mandalorians have offered to declare this world an Autonomous Zone, free of their influence. I say we let them."

Kaila had no clan to represent far as she knew, but between her sister in Tamsin Graves and begrudging mentor in Mystra Midnight , she supposed they were coven enough for her to be here and she had made connection enough with her fellow witches to justify her own voice.

"But if we are to remain independent, without reliance on others, I believe it important we make efforts to unite the clans. The Sisters of Twilight, represented by Melinda Dealla , spoke of a suggestion to that end when last we gathered. Have any of their kin yet arrived?"

She gestured around the room, wandering if any would step forward to reiterate the suggestion.

 

[Brooke Waters]

The Clan Mother was used to recalling some of the Farseekers during times of crisis back to the world. These witches, navigators of the galaxy at large, often knew more than they let on and were the perfect diplomats when needed. Diplomats to a degree at least. As she landed back home, she kept her shuttle hidden from others and traveled by Rancor to the Blue Desert City.

Dressed in the more ceremonial robes of the Blue Coral Divers, Brooke Waters had many of her uniquely her items but one did portray differently than the others. Her large water bottle. As a hybrid being this far from the sea was mildly painful for her and she would need to bring water with her.

Her clan was a smaller one. Not as prolific as the Nightsisters or Singing Mountain but just as equally part of this world.

"If we become autonomous, it may still incite conflict. The Mandalorians will bring challenges to their space as they always have. And it may behoove us to get involved to protect our world through our own means but to also incur some of their starships to assist us."

Historically, Dathomir was not known for its high technology. And Brooke wasn’t so unwise as to invite Mandalorian boots onto Dathomir without some plan.

 

[Melinda Dealla]

Melinda wasn't entirely sure what she had gotten herself into.

Here she was, standing amongst clan mothers and witch elders, not just as a representative of her own clan this time but as a key player in the discussion that was about to take place. Smoothing down her more ceremonial robes, adorned with their metallic crescent moon shaped pendants, she tried not to feel too out of place. Imposter syndrome nipping at the bottom of her stomach, she hesitantly stepped forward when the blonde witch called upon her.

"But if we are to remain independent, without reliance on others, I believe it important we make efforts to unite the clans. The Sisters of Twilight, represented by Melinda Dealla, spoke of a suggestion to that end when last we gathered. Have any of their kin yet arrived?"

"Yes. The daughters of twilight have gathered in their mountain home, and once again have called on me, an elder sister and their lead healer, to be their voice," Despite her nerves, the apothecary's words rang out clear and true. "We have indeed arrived, and I stand before you now to make sure that our kin's thoughts and concerns for the future of our beloved home are heard and considered."

Having announced herself, she fell silent again as the water witch spoke. In the time that had passed, Melinda had asked around and done her due diligence on the different clans in order to not be quite so out of her depth. She still knew nothing about the blonde witch who had called upon her, but she'd learnt of the Blue Coral Divers Clan. A nomadic, ocean based people, they couldn't be more different from her and her mountain valley based sisters, and yet, they both shared a deep love for the nature and creatures of Dathomir. For that reason alone, sister Brooke Waters deserved her utmost respect.

Melinda had also learnt of Ryn Starfall, leader of the howling crags clan - shifters and dire wolves known for their prowess in battle. Her bright green eyes flicked back to the dark haired woman who had begun the meeting. Definitely not the type to antagonise.

Eventually, the twilight sister spoke up once more.
"As my sister witch said," she gestured to the blond witch, embarrassment swirling in her stomach at the fact that she still didn't know her name, "When we gathered before the emerald flames before, I suggested we form a council of witches with representatives from each of mother Dathomir's clans. Together, we would make decisions on her behalf."

"It...will be slow. It will be bureaucratic and it may take us a great deal of time, effort and even frustration to reach mutual grounds in our meetings," she added hesitantly, almost apologetically. "But sometimes, the right path is not always the easiest."

"As for my clan's opinion," she continued, her hand reaching up to brush her fingers against the symbol of the sisters of twilight she always wore in her hair, "They support the idea of a council, and are amicable to the idea of becoming allies with the Mandalorian empire. Not subjects. Allies," she stressed the word, "And are willing to rely on them for trade and protection, provided they meet with all of the clans representatives, and not allow this power to fall into the hands of just one daughter of Dathomir."

Finishing with a nervous smile, she clasped her hands tightly behind her back, waiting to hear the others responses.

Kaila Irons | Ryn Starfall | Brooke Waters

 

[Boe]

Dathomir.

Boe had never set foot upon the world before, the world where her mother had deep ties by blood. A world she had been banned from ever seeing. After all, the Primeval and the Mandalorians were enemies not more than half a century earlier, and Boe carried that experience with her. Whether or not the Mandalorians would see to uphold her banishment? Well, they didn't appear to be present to stop her. Not now.

She had not attended the prior meeting, but she did recognize two faces in particular: Brooke Waters and the Blue Coral had once aided the Primeval long ago, and Kaila Irons , whom she had met under less than auspicious circumstances.

"I..." Her voice broke between a sliver of silence and deliberation. "I admit I have weaker ties than many of you."

"My mother spoke to me in the ways of her people--of Dathomir. But it was not this world I was born. It was not this world I was raised. I do not believe it is in my power to decide anything for Dathomir this day. However, I can decide for myself, and I choose to stand with Dathomir, and offer my advice if she'll have it..."

The Primeval Witch then elected to sit cross-legged on the ground, collecting dust on her robes. "I am Boe of the Primeval, and my people have fought Mand'alor before, a stronger Mand'alor of a greater empire, and won." She cast her gaze towards Kaila again.

She did say she knew magick, but I did not expect this... Boe, in fact, mouthed the words on accident as she thought nearly aloud. Self-awareness was not her virtue, to say the least.

"Independence by way of peace may be a worthy cause, but only if it is the strongest decision that can be made; anything less invites the influence of this Mand'alor who believes in victory by wagged tongue alone."

At least that was her assumption. After all, she knew not of any great movements of an Empire proclaimed. No worlds were in flames. The galaxy did not whisper in fear of them. There was only talk among the witches, who spoke of Mandalorian deals. She wondered what Azrael, the Mand'alor of her time, would've done... Probably not allow Dathomir even an inkling of choice, besides fight or submit.

She would advise war, but for now she held still and wrestled with her dangerous sense of pride, which yet yearned for conflict with that old enemy. Not her decision to make, but oh she could taste even the fantasy of it.

Ryn Starfall | Melinda Dealla | Darth Moskvin | Pom Stych Tivé

 

[Darth Moskvin]

Heart of Dathomir

"Horrors, I believe, should be original--the use of common myths and legends being a weakening influence."
- H.P. Lovecraft -​

Gear: In Sig
Familiar: Archimedes​

O'Death

My arrival, as everything in life I conduct, was masked in secrecy. I am not one for banter, gatherings, and overall joyous occasions where I am forced to painfully endure the words jostling from inside cancerous maws. Of course, it is hard to hide my physical presence, where I stand like a giant among the masses; but I have ways to blend in amongst the crowds. As I did now: standing, listening, calculating what my other Sisters where speaking; those votes that held the life of Mother Dathomir in their hands. I was alone, leaving my apprentice, Odessa Djazit to tend to her studies whilst I was away to play nice, for once.

My personal views on the Mandos were one of pure hatred. I had fought them numerous times, and like a festering blister upon the lips of the galaxy; they always returned. Was there no cure for them? However, I had to cast aside my idiosyncratic views, for I represented my Coven; and it was their safety and betterments I now hold in place of hate.

As the votes started to trickle down, it was apparent where the other Clans stood. I had heard enough for now, stepping forward and placing my two hilts on the ground at my feet.

"It is no secret, as history as proved, that we Nardithi are not favored by those gathering here today. So as a show of faith and respect, I disarm myself for Mother Dathomir alone. There is much to be discussed, and whether what vote wins out today; the true test as yet begun."

Behind my back I interlocked my hands together, my vampiric eyes taking on a brighter golden hue as they traveled the seas of faces. Most were unfamiliar to me, but one stood out to me, and to her, Kaila Irons , I nodded. I hated speeches.

"Independence by Peace? Interesting philosophy. But at what cost will be this peace....this independence? Are we to answer the call every time this Mandalore barks his war cries for endured independence and peace in support of his crusades," I said directing it to the gathered, not to the individual directly. "Why should we send our Sisters out to fight a war that is not ours? For Peace? For Independence?" I glanced at Kaila Irons briefly before adding, "Sounds very reminiscent to chains and shackles."

I closed my eyes; my mind set on which pendulum to cast my vote. But it would be refrained.

"As Clan Mother of the Nardithi, I vote we will stand with you, my Sisters, in unity. However, I abstain from casting my vote for these two nominated topics....for now. Personally, I prefer we rule ourselves than follow the dogmatic laws from this little boy who wants to play at being a metal God. However, I do not speak of personal views, and as such, I have the Nardithi to consider. There are many discussions I rather hear before we cast Mother Dathomir into a position we might later regret later. And if I am satisfied, then I will cast my vote."

Ryn Starfall / Brooke Waters / Boe / Pom Stych Tivé / Melinda Dealla

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