Salaza
Maleficar
The whispers and rumors had reached Salaza for what she felt was too long a wait. Dathomir. Her home. Her planet. The place where she grew back during the old republic era and while learning to becoming a wicth with the Nightsisters. Everyday she was reminded of what had happened and where she was now. Trapped forever in a different time and place. The Dathomir she knew was gone. The Nightsisters were either gone or scattered or devoted too much of their time to the ways of the lighter natured magic; the sort Salaza always found ineffective. Salaza felt lost. Her only companion during this entire endavour was her amphistaff Nightshade, a creature she found connection with when she obtained it from the Vong. And for the longest time Salaza wandered, trying to find some powerful eans of magic or another. She needed to regain her strength and her knowldge; including whatever new magics and the like were learned from this time.
But soon she had heard of a survivng Nightsister in the mountians of Dathomir. One who was learned in the old ways. Salaza had to find her. She needed to. The first shuttle she found , or stole if it were the case, brought her to the old Planet. The moment she stepped outiside and took in the deep breath of the world she felt a familiar sense of the place. It was like returning home, even of the home she knew was technically gone from this time. Her time for nostaglia had to wait as she made for the mountians. She recalled how usually the seers and stronger of magic users among her clan would come to these mountians for meditation and furthering their magics. If such a person still lived then they were the closest connection she had to her own time and the Nightsisters she knew and loved.
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