Velok the Younger
When I Was A Young Warthog
NIGHTHUNTER PORT
SVOLTEN
STYGIAN CALDERA
Half the buildings in Nighthunter Port were made of silooth carapaces, and this house was no exception. The gathering area on the top floor had sloped, ribbed, chitinous walls and ceiling, and a wooden floor. The great table was silooth chitin as well, set with holoprojectors and datapad interfaces.
A number of Sith had gathered. These circumstances were far less dramatic than, say, the trial of Darth Maladon or the raid on the Yutan Jedi Temple. The setting was commensurately less impressive. Still, droids moved about with wine and hors d'oeuvres, and the electronics on the table were high-end. The overall impression was decent.
"Thank you all for coming," said Velok. "The puzzle we seek to solve requires an in-depth knowledge of the history of the Dark Side. The puzzle has gone without a solution for several years now."
He touched a control, and the holoprojector showed a scarred woman with dark hair and striking features. "Quite some time ago, the alchemist Rave Merrill falsified her death and sealed away the bulk of her most prized possessions behind a series of riddles. Many of those riddles were solved, and her treasures were scattered. Now, many years later, Merrill has been confirmed as dead, probably in a permanent sense, and several riddles remain unanswered. They're not riddles in the classical sense, just awkwardly worded references to obscure pieces of history. Merrill had an extensive history with both the Nightsisters and the Sith; for this reason, I suspect Dark Side history will be of special relevance. The galaxy has failed to place these allusions. I wonder if we can."
The holodisplay shifted from Merrill's face to a few lines of text.
"The final list item, incidentally, also had another riddle attached; it was a two-part puzzle. The other half of the final key was already claimed by persons unknown. Solving this may or may not get us what we want, but it's worth a shot."
SVOLTEN
STYGIAN CALDERA
Half the buildings in Nighthunter Port were made of silooth carapaces, and this house was no exception. The gathering area on the top floor had sloped, ribbed, chitinous walls and ceiling, and a wooden floor. The great table was silooth chitin as well, set with holoprojectors and datapad interfaces.
A number of Sith had gathered. These circumstances were far less dramatic than, say, the trial of Darth Maladon or the raid on the Yutan Jedi Temple. The setting was commensurately less impressive. Still, droids moved about with wine and hors d'oeuvres, and the electronics on the table were high-end. The overall impression was decent.
"Thank you all for coming," said Velok. "The puzzle we seek to solve requires an in-depth knowledge of the history of the Dark Side. The puzzle has gone without a solution for several years now."
He touched a control, and the holoprojector showed a scarred woman with dark hair and striking features. "Quite some time ago, the alchemist Rave Merrill falsified her death and sealed away the bulk of her most prized possessions behind a series of riddles. Many of those riddles were solved, and her treasures were scattered. Now, many years later, Merrill has been confirmed as dead, probably in a permanent sense, and several riddles remain unanswered. They're not riddles in the classical sense, just awkwardly worded references to obscure pieces of history. Merrill had an extensive history with both the Nightsisters and the Sith; for this reason, I suspect Dark Side history will be of special relevance. The galaxy has failed to place these allusions. I wonder if we can."
The holodisplay shifted from Merrill's face to a few lines of text.
The Lethewalker, my personal frigate, I leave to whoever can solve the following. A twisted visage, many lives owed to justice, a long fall and a dumb servant sacrificed.
The complete uplift procedure used on the qo’saarai tuk’ata, I leave to whoever can solve the following. In well-cloaked shadow, the cyborg bowed to the scarred one, then captured the great one.
My Sith Abattar, I leave to whoever can solve the following. Spikes through his temples and barbed wire on his hands, here lies a faithful husband.
My breeding stock of four hundred captured and cloned terentateks, I leave to whoever can solve the following. The place the oldest and strongest left the path -- weakness after millennia.
"The final list item, incidentally, also had another riddle attached; it was a two-part puzzle. The other half of the final key was already claimed by persons unknown. Solving this may or may not get us what we want, but it's worth a shot."