WolfMortum
OOC Account
Alzoc III, until lately had been the quiet, desolate Ice world that Veiere had required to spend his time in exile; the village in which he'd found refuge and an eventual home had suited him greatly in his need to steer away from the life he had led, to account for the way in which he had failed all that he had submitted his life to become. Murder, cold blooded and out of vengeance. Though they had been Sith and had been equally guilty themselves for their actions against the Order, Veiere had spared no quarter and that anger he could still feel tugging at him in the back of his mind and somewhere buried deep down in his heart. The Darkness tainted all.
The Capital City was rather different than the silence and pleasantries of his former neighbors, than what he'd grown accustomed too however so far out in the tundra where they so often relied on team work to survive the cycles (Seasons). Here, one might think it was much closer to the likes of a small portion of Coruscant, snowed over yet still with the great pillars that rose up into the sky, buildings of office and structures of residency in which the traffic of the air-speeders zoomed between following their set lanes lit by the floating illuminated droids the shape of spheres. After so long away from it all, the hustle and bustle was rather more startling than he'd have given it credit for, his expectations that he would simply fall in line back to his old ways with little a concern. Thank the Force that it was his hand guided by a greater presence than his own, He had forgotten how much these people relied on their technologies.
"Grife...." He muttered quietly to himself under his breath as he made his way through one of the many busied streets, the elevated sidewalk offering a wide birth enough for rows upon rows of people to get too and fro, what with the speeders filling the air with the sounds of their engines and the smell of industrial oils and exhaust. The anxiety would pass eventually, Veiere knew this and with a little aid from the force itself, he kept his composure and continued to make his way following the tide of peoples, his eyes on the directories that would eventually lead him towards the nearest public transport center.
Theodred Heavenshield and Hastur-Yig, two rather intriguing individuals. The Former was a younger man associated with the new age Order of the Jedi, so he claimed and his experience showed in the way he upheld himself. The man had sparked Veiere's curiosity over this new reform, the Silver Sanctum sounding very much like it had taken in all manners of members, Jedi and Dark Jedi, rogues and Independents alike. Perhaps stuck in his way, Veiere could not comprehend how this could work and maintain order and pleasantries within itself. It would be a destination that he sought to in his very near future yet before this, the current state of Galactic society interested him further, so long out of reach from most broadcasts, he'd had only his datapad with limited access to keep him in the loop and even then, Veiere struggled immensely in stomaching the patience to work the device.
The latter of the two, Hastur-Yig was a being whose origin was completely foreign to the mind of Veiere, yet it had claimed to have been watching him for some time and even offered a source for further power and knowledge need he only accept. Feeling this proposal to be too good to be true, suspecting some sort of catch, he had refused and chose to put his faith in the force that it might guide him in the path that was right for him, that was meant for him.
Thus, he had agreed that it was time to depart the cold world and to see what awaited his further movements.
[member="Lady Kay"]
The Capital City was rather different than the silence and pleasantries of his former neighbors, than what he'd grown accustomed too however so far out in the tundra where they so often relied on team work to survive the cycles (Seasons). Here, one might think it was much closer to the likes of a small portion of Coruscant, snowed over yet still with the great pillars that rose up into the sky, buildings of office and structures of residency in which the traffic of the air-speeders zoomed between following their set lanes lit by the floating illuminated droids the shape of spheres. After so long away from it all, the hustle and bustle was rather more startling than he'd have given it credit for, his expectations that he would simply fall in line back to his old ways with little a concern. Thank the Force that it was his hand guided by a greater presence than his own, He had forgotten how much these people relied on their technologies.
"Grife...." He muttered quietly to himself under his breath as he made his way through one of the many busied streets, the elevated sidewalk offering a wide birth enough for rows upon rows of people to get too and fro, what with the speeders filling the air with the sounds of their engines and the smell of industrial oils and exhaust. The anxiety would pass eventually, Veiere knew this and with a little aid from the force itself, he kept his composure and continued to make his way following the tide of peoples, his eyes on the directories that would eventually lead him towards the nearest public transport center.
Theodred Heavenshield and Hastur-Yig, two rather intriguing individuals. The Former was a younger man associated with the new age Order of the Jedi, so he claimed and his experience showed in the way he upheld himself. The man had sparked Veiere's curiosity over this new reform, the Silver Sanctum sounding very much like it had taken in all manners of members, Jedi and Dark Jedi, rogues and Independents alike. Perhaps stuck in his way, Veiere could not comprehend how this could work and maintain order and pleasantries within itself. It would be a destination that he sought to in his very near future yet before this, the current state of Galactic society interested him further, so long out of reach from most broadcasts, he'd had only his datapad with limited access to keep him in the loop and even then, Veiere struggled immensely in stomaching the patience to work the device.
The latter of the two, Hastur-Yig was a being whose origin was completely foreign to the mind of Veiere, yet it had claimed to have been watching him for some time and even offered a source for further power and knowledge need he only accept. Feeling this proposal to be too good to be true, suspecting some sort of catch, he had refused and chose to put his faith in the force that it might guide him in the path that was right for him, that was meant for him.
Thus, he had agreed that it was time to depart the cold world and to see what awaited his further movements.
[member="Lady Kay"]