The Spell Calls For A Pinch Of Ground Rancor Bone (WoD)

[Petra Cavataio]

A calling was sent out. Knowledge was the offer to all that desired it. Petra did not care what clans’ people came from. This was not about Nightsisters versus Singing Mountain. The goal was simpler. The bettering all that followed the ways that came to Dathomir in 600BBY was the goal.

Petra had gathered rancors from different herds, and waited with them for the students. This was the course for those that did not get the proper training. Things seemed chaotic among the clans. She had to put her foot down. Even with Clan Mothers and Leaders of the two sides. Petra was not going to let the titles stop her from what she wanted.

Spoiler: OOC Info

Don't have to join the thread, it is more open to WoD people that would like some training and a rancor friend Also Kytarra and Isley, I added ya for more as helping with teaching.
[member="Ailyn Cyar'ika"]
[member="Alexis Ravensclaw"]
[member="Aston Jacobs"]
[member="Cennika Hawk"]
[member=Daedel]
[member="Darth Metus"]
[member="Edison Bulkhead"]
[member="Isley Verd"]
[member="Kiandra Kinases"]
[member="Kytarra Hawk"] and any of your other alts
[member=Lavania]
[member="Marrik Aloxum"]
[member="Minerva Vessia"]
[member=Nova]
[member="Pai Ling"]
[member="Perla Pirjo"]
[member=Rain]
[member="Reine Bisset"]

 

[Edison Bulkhead]

Edison Bulkhead was the first to arrive. Having grown up on a ranch on Felucia that raised, captured, and sold beasts, she was not only familiar with rancor but had a long history with the creatures.

Looking at the Witches' Mother Superior standing near the mighty creatures, Edison sketched a quick bow. "Ma'tra," she said respectully, "thanks for offering this training. I've already got some experience, but it'll be good to get on the back of one of these again!"

[member="Petra Cavataio"]

 

[Nyos Val]

Marrik heeded the call to train and possibly gain a Rancor to add to his collection. Marrik rode in on his Akalay, the signature screech signaling his arrival.


Marrik dismounted and walked over to the others, wearing his Legionnaire armor and his energy bow stored on his back.

Mother superior, pleased to receive your invite.

[member="Edison Bulkhead"] [member="Petra Cavataio"]

 

[Kytarra Hawk]

Kytarra would observe from the top of her rancor mount. Bony arms would curl forward near the flat plate of llu'via's head, a small gust of wind barely lifting the intricate bone beads and feathers that decorated the white dreadlocks that would flank her face.

A smile would curl over her blackened teeth in anticipation. This would be an interesting event, all the more so to see how the Mother Superior would conduct the training.

Beside her upon their own mounts, sat the stoic forms of Singing Mountain Clan Mounts. They held Force pikes in their hands, ancient weapons that would give a slight rattle. To a degree tensions had lessoned between the Nightsisters and the Allyans, but there was always that concern.

It was a ceasefire, an agreement that working together for the betterment of their world was better than warring with the other. That peace will last until either would stir conflict and draw first blood.

 

[Edison Bulkhead]

Edison spotted the Singing Mountain Clan witches, her lip curling in an unconscious sneer as she gave the air a derisive sniff. Truce there may be, but that didn't mean the Nightsister felt any special need to show them any particular respect. She fought back a knot of anxiety building in her stomach, noticing how outnumbered she was, and decided that ignoring them altogether, at least for the moment, was the best course of action.

 

[Pai Ling]

White hair blew back in the slight wind surrounding Pai Ling as she walked forward. The air closest to her chilled even as she did her best to keep her curse in check. Seeing the massive beasts, the corner of her lip curled ever so slightly. "Do they come in a breed that is more... aesthetically pleasing?" she asked with a hint of disgust in her otherwise cool voice.

 

[Petra Cavataio]

It was pleasing to see members of her clans appear to this gathering. The arrival of Singing Mountain Clan was a plus. Still Petra had desired a larger turn out. It came from wanting to build the people of Dathomir up and strengthen their ways. It was always the thing Petra did.

Of course, Pai came with her humor, or her lack of one. For Petra, it was funny. “Sweetie… they are asking the question about us.” Adding in a light chuckle before going to her rancors.

Petra started with a cheery tone, “Baiklah penyihir dan jai, indah ini lebih dari binatang. Mereka adalah saudara-saudara kita. Ketika kita naik, kami adalah salah satu ... dan ini adalah mengapa kita, penyihir, jai, dan rancors berjuang untuk satu sama lain.” << Alright my witches and jai, these lovely are more than beasts. They are our brothers and sisters. When we ride, we are one... and this is why we, witches, jai, and rancors fight for each other>> Then Petra translated for those that had not learned the witch’s tongue.

She continued, “Hormat dan loyalitas dibagi antara dendam dan Dathomirian. Itulah mengapa hal ini tidak hanya Anda choicing dendam tapi dendam yang choicing Anda juga. Ikatan adalah berburu atau minggu perjalanan panjang di seluruh negeri untuk bersandar satu sama cara lain. Menyampaikan pada setiap bentuk obligasi dan alami pertempuran menempa lebih cepat karena tekanan mereka tempat di bawah. Dalam menghubungkan dua keuntungan akal untuk mengetahui di mana satu sama lain adalah dapat berkomunikasi dengan cara apapun untuk satu sama lain. Bahasa tidak masalah dalam hal itu. Setiap pertanyaan sejauh ini?” << Respect and loyalty is shared between the Rancor and Dathomirian. That is why it is not just you choicing a rancor but the rancor choicing you too. The bonding is a hunt or week long travel across the land to lean each other ways. Relaying on each form the bond and naturally a battle forges it faster because of the pressures they are place under. In linking the two gains a sense to know where one another are can communicate in any way to each other. Language does not matter in that instance. Any questions so far?>> Of course, Petra spoke in basic after her native tongue was used.

Spoiler: Tags

[member="Ailyn Cyar'ika"]
[member="Alexis Ravensclaw"]
[member="Aston Jacobs"]
[member="Cennika Hawk"]
[member=Daedel]
[member="Darth Metus"]
[member="Edison Bulkhead"]
[member="Isley Verd"]
[member="Kiandra Kinases"]
[member="Kytarra Hawk"]
[member=Lavania]
[member="Marrik Aloxum"]
[member="Minerva Vessia"]
[member=Nova]
[member="Pai Ling"]
[member="Perla Pirjo"]
[member=Rain]
[member="Reine Bisset"]

 

[H3xle]

Orin stepped out of the dense woodlands that lay in the direction of the Dreaming River clan's territory. He wore his long, dark hair pulled back and braided in a single thick braid, several hawk feathers were braided along the length with a trio of sand panther claws tied to the end. He wore dark leather pants that were pulled down over sturdy boots. His chest was completely covered, as were his upper arms, with a tan colored jerkin over a white shirt. Being used as a traveling stick in his right hand was a length of wood roughly seven feet in length with a simple curved blade on the end. He shifted his path slightly to take him directly to [member="Petra Cavataio"], and once within earshot he would bow low to her and address those assembled.

"Waste hinhanni, yuonihad wanji. Cate sice misnala kici mitawa un teha." ([SIZE=11pt]Good morning, honored ones. My apologies for being late.) H[/SIZE]e took a step back and fell silent. He had come to learn from those wiser than he and to maybe gain a mount.

 

[Nyos Val]

Marrik stood silently as Mother Petra spoke. Talk of making the connection to the beast, it was hard to think a Rancor could become an ally, yet the Nightsisters have done it for centuries. Hopefully, Marrik would be able to complete the task without injury, it's not like the Rancors were giant killers or anything.

The Akalay chittered behind him, knowing the danger, instinctively, that a Rancor possessed. It shifted, Marrik placed a gloved hand on its side to calm it. It cawed and rustled its head in discomfort. Marrik knew it was afraid, but Marrik also knew, if it came down to it, he'd killed far worse than a Rancor.

[member="Petra Cavataio"] [member="Pai Ling"] [member="Edison Bulkhead"] [member="Kytarra Hawk"] [member="Orin Valdor"]

 

[Edison Bulkhead]

None of this was news to Edison; having been raised in their company she was both familiar with and respectful of their ways and means. Still, hearing the Ma'tra say it gave it extra weight. She wasn't just talking about them as beats of labor or simple mounts, she was raising their status to that of loyal companion.

The young witch reached out with the Force, or more appropriately her spirit, since Witches didn't buy into the notion of the Force as accepted by the Jedi and Sith. A huge, grey-black bull rancor swivelled its enormous head towards her, fixing her with its black gaze, and took two steps towards her.

Without waiting for Petra, Edison took an equal number of steps towards the rancor, sending calming waves of energy and respect out to it. She gave a small smile as the rancor snorted loudly and setlled it weight, but neither did anything else, waiting for the Witch Elder to continue.

[member="Marrik Aloxum"] Petra Cavataio Pai Ling Kytarra Hawk Orin Valdor