Private The Twilight Hour

[Kaila Irons]

After the duel...​

Tag: Mystra Midnight

Kaila awoke amidst a blackened sea...

She did not sink, nor did she float. She was curled like a babe atop the still water as if it were solid ground, golden hair pooling beneath her head as if it were the sea. Silver eyes blinked open, and beheld a lightless sky.

The girl shivered and slowly sat upright, alone in the void.

She held herself tight, her arms lighter than before, devoid of metal bones for the first time in her adult life. Her pale hands were no longer burnt, though she remembered the pain so clearly, knowing that the last time she had opened these eyes, they were stung with ash and fire and blood, as Tamsin Graves held her close on the killing field of Vanqor.

They shot wide with grim revelation; she did not remember reaching the ship. She had faded into the warm embrace, perhaps a final goodbye to her sister.

A tear joined the endless waters.

Then another...​

...and another.​

For a time, the only sound for miles uncounted was the sobbing of a girl who'd seen the afterlife for the very first time.

No one told her it was not her own.

"...finally joined us...?" a raspy voice caused her to jump in her own freckled skin.

A hooded figure circled her, ragged robes that seemed more akin to wispy shadow given form, floating on a dying breeze.

Kaila's gaze sharpened.

There was no way Parasideus could have died with her, she refused to believe the immortal bastard could let go of life, twisted as it became. She was alive then, just barely, even if her consciousness had been transported elsewhere. She glanced around, knowing now what this place truly was. More spirits joined Parasideus beside her, whirling like a maelstrom slowed by a fault in time itself, but they no longer frightened her.

They did not share a mind so much as the space between her thoughts, catching stray glimpses as they passed them by, but nothing so concrete. They all shared a vessel, but she was ever at it's helm.


Out there, in the real world, she was suspended in a bacta tank en-route to Jutrand. Even so, her eyelids rippled with the movement of fleshy spheres beneath, responding physically to her movements within this incorporeal mindscape she'd found herself.

"...where... is Mystra...?" she demanded between ragged breathes.

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[Mystra Midnight]

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Theme: Lullaby of Woe
Tags: Kaila Irons

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Like when they first met in the manor, a voice echoed around Kaila in this mind prison. The tone calm and cold. Though she could not physically harm Kaila in this place, there were certain abilities of hers she could still manifest though only mere parlor tricks in comparison to things she could do in the real world.

"I am here."

As she said it, she walked between the spirits that had gathered cloaked in dark hooded robes a shade of her former visage. The hood was pulled deeply over her face covering it as she walked between the spirits that parted to let her past.

She came before the soul eater Anathemous, as she did the small, framed woman draped in black robes dropped to the floor crossing her legs as she sat down. Her wispy arms shadowy arms falling into her lap.

"A weakling, a warrior protector, and wanna be immortal. I also sense there had been another in this cage? Perhaps they escaped?" Her voice eerily calm for a woman who had just been brutally murdered in her own home.

"If you don't want to answer those questions, indulge me in one more as it is an important one."

 

[Kaila Irons]

Tag: Mystra Midnight

Kaila slowly turned her head towards the arriving wraith.

She pushed herself upright to meet her eye to eye, obsidian to moonlight, the eyes of a nightsister long mistaken from some rare deviation from the blood of Vahl, even by she who saw the world through them.

They were flecked by red even as she wiped her tears away, putting on that mask of bitter stoicism once more.

"A weakling, a warrior protector, and wanna be immortal. I also sense there had been another in this cage? Perhaps they escaped?"

Yet she hated how calm her adversary remained, even in death. Because it reminded her that she needed to be better.

The other spirits all glanced at one another, so certain of themselves. The chiseled Togruta knew himself to be the warrior, Parasideus and the nameless Bloodthirster so certain that they were the Immortals and the other a weakling.

"Not escaped," Kaila broke the silence, "Transferred."

"...no one is getting out..."

The crystal around her throat flared briefly in a familiar violet hue before fading to a lifeless ash, flanked by ritual bones which rattled on their cord but briefly. The spirits paused in mild discomfort, though they had since grown used to their master drawing upon their power, though this was but a fraction of theirs, and Anathemous was too weak in this state to draw into her physical body.

She gave up quickly whatever she was trying to achieve, running fingers along her aching scalp.

"If you don't want to answer those questions, indulge me in one more as it is an important one."

Her brows creased, but the longer she thought, the more it seemed she owed Mystra this much at least.

"Ask your questions,"

She pulled herself into a sitting position before the witch, a hint of curiosity about her face.

"But this does not mean I have the answer."

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[Mystra Midnight]

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Theme: Lullaby of Woe
Tags: Kaila Irons

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Mystra just smirked under her hood to the comment that there was no escape. In her experience nothing was unbreakable or inescapable. It only took someone to try and test the limits to find a weak link in the chain. Yet it hardly mattered at this point but maybe in time.

"Gods are not born, they are made. Weather through force of power or the imagination of those who need understanding in their lives. You need to understand the one I call the maker, was born a slave but made herself a God."

Mystra wanted Kaila to understand what she was up against, someone who understood the cruelty of nature but rose beyond it. Someone who made themselves powerful from being powerless. The maker was ruthless, because she knew the deepest pits of the mortal abyss and was not afraid to go there.

"To them this reality means nothing, people are just playthings. Toys to what you call the will or the force. Toy's that she too can use just as the will does. This is all just a game to her, one she intends to win and defeat the will."

Her right hand pulled from her lap and with a long black fingernail she reached out and touched the black empty underneath her. Nothing happened as she did but it was her testing the confines of this mind prison a bit. Just like her maker would if in this situation.

"That is the question are you willing to play the game she has designed? Because there is a great chance if you do, you will lose but if you don't play you have already lost. I can tell you, this game whatever it is, is designed to trip you up at every step. It is designed to trick you to make the wrong choices. In order to win you or your sister will have to learn to think like her, you will have to make sacrifices, you might very well lose who you are in the process, and even then, you could still lose. So, I ask again are you willing to play the game?"

 

[Kaila Irons]

Tag: Mystra Midnight

Gods and their games.

For all her talk of Eternalism, of becoming a god of her own story, Kaila tired of hearing those words. Some days it felt less like building a pantheon and more setting the stage of tragedy.

Nevertheless the young Knight listened, bringing her knees to her chest, folding her arms atop them and resting her chin atop that. For all her brawn she was a little pyramid of anxiety wreathed in fair skin, surrounded by the cold abyss with only the dead for company. She already missed Quinn, and her sister, though she yet lived.

But that is exactly why she would heed the witch's warning. Tamsin had seen horrible things in her life that no girl should, but Kaila suspected she had never known the Abyss quite like herself, and resolved to keep it that way. Sokar wanted her to become like her, and Kaila knew it would be the girl's end. Therefore, she would surrender to her role in this game.

But she would play it on her own terms.

"I... It seems I've no choice but to play." she said solemnly.

The young Darth had already lost herself so many times in so short a life. A witchling, a Mandalorian, an honest knight, a traitor. She'd been so many people and each worse than the last, yet even if she could never be that little girl again, so long as her sister and her princess both remained, so long as they could stomach her company, whatever she became, that would be enough.

"I swore an oath," the knight spoke with conviction at last.

"To prepare her for this fight, to be at her side. I do not break oaths easily."

She paused a moment, wondering if any of this even mattered to the spirit before her. Kaila had murdered her in cold blood, surely the aggressor of the two, even if she had her reasons. Why should she care, why should she help, for no other reason than that Kaila had taken that choice from her. The force walker could draw upon her raw power unbidden, wield the very destruction she so venerated as if an extension of her own being.

Mystra's secrets, however, remained her own.

"What of you...?" rusted-gold brows furrowed questioningly.

"You told me change was coming, that you'd help, if I lived."

"What does this mean?"

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[Mystra Midnight]

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Theme: Lullaby of Woe
Tags: Kaila Irons

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"How honorable of you, to keep your oath." She looked up the cloak shading her face as she watched the sith resting her arms on her legs. She remembered her children doing the same as they sat around the fireplace of her manor as she told them stories of her adventures. Of course it was the less cruel tales she used to tell, not of the murder and mayhem she had caused. A slight smile perched across her face.

"I will not lie to you without reason. I keep my word, but I try not to make oaths if I can help it. I learned long ago sometimes your words and actions must betray in order to save. Sometimes a lie motivates and inspires others to greatness." She thought a moment on the stories she used to tell her kids and grandkids. The little embellishments here and there to make them believe even they could be great adventures one day. To teach them that one could do just about anything if they set their mind to it.

"Hmm yes change and yet no change. Things change but in totality nothing really ever does in this reality. The universe is shifting, and a chaotic storm is brew with fury. Worlds will die, vanish, change position, and lanes of travel will close off. New worlds, places, and travel lines will appear. Yet the cycle will continue with endless suffering and war."

She quieted for a moment as she thought over her vision just before death.

"The future is rarely ever a straight line." She said as her fingernail on the black abyssal surface drew a straight line. Then it started to branch like she was drawing an invisible tree. "Every choice we make, has a possibility of being the other. There is the choice the will wants you make, and it is hard to see exactly which one it wants you to do but if you see its pattern, you can force one of the other choices and still the force will try to course correct and steer you in the direction it wants. That is what is about to happen, it is about to force a major course correction so the cycle can continue. In the moments of my death my death I saw a glimpse of cataclysm that is about to happen."

Visions were often more cryptic and mysterious than Mystra was herself, she knew it, and knew that it might not make total sense. "If you want to survive or your order to not burn to ashes, look to old technologies to maintain the need for travel between worlds. S-thread boosters can force hyperlanes open, Force-drive's, and Infinity Gates can bypass their need altogether. There are other ways to do so as well to keep supply chains open as hyperspace is not the only dimension one can use to travel between two points in space. I can give you a list of a whole host of tech and even abilities that could achieve Hyperspace or the equivalent. I wonder does this sister of yours also have a knack for understanding tech?"

 

[Kaila Irons]

Tag: Mystra Midnight

"Hmh."

Mystra was the second to call her an honorable in recent times.

Kirie had been the first in her lifetime that she recalled. At the time it had confused her, left a mark of guilt upon her soul, for she thought herself anything but. So many betrayals had taught her to leave honor and decency well behind. Now, even as she suspected the witch to mock her, Kaila had to wonder if perhaps it were true.

People, those she had betrayed as any sith might, but oaths? They remained.

Maybe she wasn't so terrible then.

The rest of the witch's words were less encouraging however. They spoke of a world in stagnation's coil, where the chaos of calamity was but one part of the endless cycle. Kaila knew it well.

"You speak of the will again."

The look in her eye was distant, looking beyond the black skies between her and reality.

"That is what my sister called it, when we vowed to fight the fates together."

"...and now it's come for us again."

She buried her face where Mystra could not see the sorrow.

"I know it's real. I've seen too many of these visions come true not to heed them."

She would have to warn Quinn Varanin and the others once she'd awoke, and ensure that Tamsin stayed with them on Jutrand until the worlds ceased to shift enough to explore the aftermath. With so many sith in one place, it would likely be the least affected of all worlds. There were simply too many powerful beings with stake in it's survival to let slip from their grasp. They would be safest there.

"I wonder does this sister of yours also have a knack for understanding tech?"

"...yes?" Kaila looked up at her, realizing what it meant.

"More so than I, than anyone I've met. I suppose it runs in the family, so to speak?"

"Was... was Sokar, the first Sokar, also gifted in the technological?"

"I always thought it strange for a Dathomiri to know of such things," she shrugged

"But I suppose I know very little of my sister's culture, nor my own."

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[Mystra Midnight]

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Theme: Lullaby of Woe
Tags: Kaila Irons

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"The will is the living aspect of the force, what grants it's boon or curse on others. There use to be two living embodiments of the force." Technically four but the other two were only whispered in secret and even then, it was not safe to speak of them. "The Fanged God and the Winged Goddess. One represented death or what some call the darkside. The other Life and what some call the lightside. To those of Dathomir and far beyond they are living Gods of the force." She thought for a moment, wondering if she should tell the young sith more the deeper secrets than that but Mystra stopped herself at that.

"The brother and sister breathed magick into the Galaxy and taught the witches. Later other Teachers came along and helped refine their magick. We believe the force to be a living thing, all around us and in almost everything, even the smallest grain of sand. A living will." One that could be killed if the maker was correct, something that could be broken and destroyed. "The living part of the force is what brings suffering and disparity to the galaxy, in order to keep us blind to the truth. It wants us to fight each other, because if we fight it instead the will, will lose its power and control over fate."

The dark aspect of it all was that if the will lost its power another could take it, and the worse cycle could come from it. "Our gods shared the force with us and the Galaxy, but something took it from them."

Mystra went silent for a moment and then changed the subject abruptly back to the sister. "Sokar had a bright mind, broken by the harshness of this existence. She wanted to know how everything worked, not necessarily in the technical sense but scientific. Each of us got that, for me I wanted to learn every aspect of magick I could. I could do tech, but it wasn't where my interest fell. It is an aspect of the maker, shared with us but we each take our own field of wanting to understand the world around us."

It was funny Mystra hadn't really thought about it much, how her and the other of Sokar's creations all differed in what they wanted to explore a bit of their individuality. "Yeah it is strange for a Dathomiri to be interested in tech, but not for a Dathomir to want to create and learn. Look at what Sokar did, she calls herself a god of destruction and yet she created life. There is a flip side to every coin, Sokar embraces creation and destruction. Your sister grasped onto Tech, as a way to understand how it all works, and as an outlet for her creation. Understanding and creation are fundamental parts of Dathomiri culture even if the way it manifests is strange."

Mystra was smiling under her hood, not a cruel or wicked smile but one of happiness. "Though I wouldn't really call us Sokar's family, she sees us more as tools. Then again she sees her actual children as tools as well so I guess maybe?" It was one of things she really hated about her maker, Mystra had loved her children and loved watching them grow into adults. Where as Sokar had tried to force her children to be the shape she wanted them, to do her bidding without question. "You really know nothing of your culture? Why is that?"

 

[Kaila Irons]

Tag: Mystra Midnight

Kaila was listened in rapt attention.

She'd read the basics, recognized the names of their gods and even spoke them at times, but to hear them spoken by a real witch was different, authentic as touch and sight even as they were cast adrift in her own mind. The brother and the sister were seemingly universal concepts recorded in force traditions and ancient civilizations across the galaxy, lending even more credit to the claims of Dathomir, a sect even her master often relied upon.

But the story grew darker, as another sought the mantle of the Old Gods.

"Then I confess your maker and I share common cause." she confessed in hushed tones.

"But she takes it too far."

She turned her gaze to the black sea below, reminded that she had taught her sister these things as well, that perhaps The Will, or even Sokar, had brought them together for a reason.

Yet she would defy them, and teach her sister to do the same.

It was all they could do.

"You really know nothing of your culture? Why is that?"

"I suppose neither of us do." she admitted.

"Like her I was foundling, raised by a people not my own. She for labor and I for war."

Even here the dark side was strong with her, enough to manifest as she thought on her past in a brief discoloration of her silvery eyes.

"The Mandalorians were... demanding... I learned their ways, spoke nothing of home. But even when the Sith came and stole my memory, I'd always felt the pull of Dathomir. It's hard to explain, an instinct that I should not have, a peculiar sense of familiarity walking lands I'd never been."

"It feels like home, but I've spoken to Nightsisters and Allyan Jedi alike, none have have answers."

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[Mystra Midnight]

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Theme: Lullaby of Woe
Tags: Kaila Irons

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"Perhaps she does take it to Far." Mystra admitted and partly agreed with, but she also wasn't sure exactly what else could be done. Sith and Jedi philosophy were both flawed and only fed the will's desire. Mystra wasn't totally convinced there was a way to fix the broken cycle any other way than to destroy it completely.

She listened to the rest of what Kaila had to say and found it strange, this girl shared more in common with the maker than just a cause. Though she wasn't sure if she wanted to tell her that even the maker had followed some of the more ancient Mandalorian ideas as well. This girl had almost followed the same path as Maker though in a slightly different order.

"Slaves, witches, sith, and Mandalorians. Maybe the maker is trying to mold you both in her image. Though she wasn't Mandalorian but after her exile from Dathomir, the maker sought out a deeper meaning to how to stop the cycle, she started following the teachings of an ancient Mandalorian sect called the Verd Werda or the Warriors of Shadow." It might be strange to a more modern Mandalorian but in their ancient history they had their own force belief system. They didn't hate it or forsake it but embraced it as part of their culture instead of rejecting it out right like they did now days much like the Maker, Mystra believed Mandalorians had lost a lot of their culture because of sith and jedi influence.

"The Heart of Dathomir calls us all home, the nebula of Dathimir is called the heart and it has mystical properties a sirens call to the undeserving for sacrifice and a beacon of hope for the worthy. Well at least the sister of veil will tell you that, but it does seem to have a pull that much is true." Whether the sisters of the veil were right about the meaning or not about of the call of the heart of Dathomir, it did seem to exist the calling to all witches telling them where home was. "If you close your eyes, you can hear it's heart beating. Though I have never tried it myself, it is said if you listen to it, you can instinctively astrogate to the world without need of a droid. But I suck at piloting and with my luck with it I would have ended up in the center of a star." She let out a little chuckle at her crap piloting skills.

"Your memory was taken from you, a cruelty no sister deserves. They tried to erase and take from you, who you were. Yet you still ally with them?"

 

[Kaila Irons]

Tag: Mystra Midnight

"He is not my ally." Kaila answered immediately, hate for one man burning in her eye.

Not her usual gold, but ringed by that of a molten star.

She closed her eyes, steadying her breaths as the anger was of no use to her here. When they opened again, cast sidelong in bitter but calm recollection, they were reverted to their silvery hue.

"I have killed more Kainite sith than Jedi, waged rebellion, plunged knives into backs. They are remnants of the old empire, servants of the Twice-failed Emperor, and He is my enemy."

"I fight for the Eleventh Sith Empire." she said, chin raised with faint pride.

"For my home. For Clan Talon, and Varanin."

"For love and for family."​

Kaila could say these things openly now, because Mystra could tell no one, not unless she let the ghost speak.

"And because it is too late to return to Mandalore's cold embrace, it has been too long. I have felt the force, that alone is cause to be shunned by the crusader tribes, to say nothing of what I've done for the sith." she spoke bitterly.

"The Kainites took from me, the Mando'ade shunned me, the Jedi abandoned me—"

Her law clenched, quieting a raised voice.

"But this new empire, and my sister, have given me a home. And the means to take back what is mine, and more."


"...what of you?" she turned to Mystra, quirking a curious brow.

"What brought you so far from Dathomir, to Vanqor?"

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[Mystra Midnight]

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Theme: Lullaby of Woe
Tags: Kaila Irons

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Mystra watched with interest and intrigue as Kaila's eyes flared with instinctual rage at the question of allying with those who took her memory. Yet, she realized the Kaila had slightly misread her about what she meant by allying with her enemy, she could tell this girl really hated the Kainite sect of sith but Mystra had been speaking of the sith in general terms as the enemy which she allied herself with.

Still, she could feel the deep hatred for the Kainites and what they had done to her and taken from her. It sent a shudder though Mystra the fury the girl had not because she was scared but she couldn't help but feel what Kaila felt in that moment the emotion was so strong.

"From my experience sith are sith, it doesn't matter what shade of paint they color their symbol in or the titles they decorate their empires with." Mystra went on to Explain and try to calm the girl a bit. "They are taught to betray allies, break those around them to bend a knee, and chain those around them while claiming they break them. I apologize as I do not see a difference, but you do."

Mystra hoped that would settle Kaila a little bit, as she didn't see a difference in sith and so saw the Sith as a whole as the ones who took her memories and culture from her. Though she could see that clearly Kaila did not see it that way.

"The Mandalorians have a lost a lot of there history, they didn't always forsake the force wielders. It is sad how their culture has deteriorated into stagnation, that use to be their fight and their war to fighting against becoming single minded and complacent." Mystra's tone was solemn as she spoke of the Mandalorians like they were dead and gone. In her eyes they were, so far removed from what the Taung had envisioned for them. "The witches teach you take back what was taken from you, you don't let it die and fade. You take retribution on all those that took from you."

"But I see you see that as well, you take back what is yours with the righteous fury and you fight until you can't fight anymore and they take the last thing you have your breath." That was what beat in the heart of Dathomiri a will to fight to the bitter end and to do whatever it took. At least that was Mystra view and experience on it.

"As for me I still fight for Dathomir as does the maker. I ended up on Vanqor before I ever stepped foot on Dathomir. I met a man there and started a family…" She remembered she was talking to the one who had wiped away the last remnants of her family from existence. She choked back a nonexistent lump in her astral throat. As she thought on what was now gone from her and now Kaila knew she would fight to get it back until her last breath. "But the maker was exiled from Dathomir for various crimes her coven and clan couldn't prove she did but were sure she did do, so they couldn't execute her and exiled her instead. I wore her face so that made things complicated. Then there have been countless outsiders claiming dominion of Dathomir, and wars that have dispersed clans and covens across the Galaxy. Though your sisters and my clan still exists and last I heard its back on Dathomir being led by the makers sister, my coven is a mess though still scattered all to hell."

 

[Kaila Irons]

Tag: Mystra Midnight

Kaila went quiet.

There was a time once when she would have agreed with the witch, laid blame upon all sith, perhaps even wage a war against their kind. In that way, Mystra and her younger Kainite self had something in common. But she believed now, she had to, that through her actions and those of Quinn, the sith would begin to change for the better.

"We'll see," she said, rubbing her arm "we'll see."

"As for me I still fight for Dathomir as does the maker. I ended up on Vanqor before I ever stepped foot on Dathomir. I met a man there and started a family…"

There was a pang of guilt in her silvery eye as she glanced away, understanding the pause. Though she'd grown used to speaking with the dead, every wraith listening had died long ago and ground to dust by now. The witch was hours gone if even, felled by her own hand.

She did not like feeling remorse.

"Though your sisters and my clan still exists and last I heard its back on Dathomir being led by the makers sister, my coven is a mess though still scattered all to hell."

"...she has a clan?" spoke in awe.

That would have been great news were it not that Sokar wore her sister's face. Nevertheless, if their foe had been exiled from this place, perhaps then there remained a chance to ally with these scorned people against a common enemy.

Back to her schemes, Kaila pinched her chin in thought.

"Your maker's sister and her clan, I wonder what the story between them is. Truth be told I am surprised to hear she's any living relatives at all, I would have thought by the age of your house that Sokar would have been much older. Perhaps she is not so forgotten as I once believed, but deliberately hidden from record."

"How long ago was she sith?" she wondered, dragging black nails across her lips in a deep focus.

"It couldn't have been recent, I would've known of another Kaggath, and that is the only reason I can think that her name would have been purged from the archives."

"Nor was she a Kainite I believe, else I may have known as a seeker stocking the great library of Malsheem."

"...how frustratingly fascinating..."

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[Mystra Midnight]

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Theme: Lullaby of Woe
Tags: Kaila Irons

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"...she has a clan?"

"She does, Howling Crags clan. The Wolves of Dathomir, a long storied history with nearly being wiped out but always managing to survive and rebuild themselves. One of only a few clans that allow Nightsisters and Allyansisters among their members. Also the holder's of the secret to cure the Blackwing virus or so it's rumored." It wasn't a rumor as The Sisters of the Void members of Howling Crag had cured it. Still, it was a secret they kept themselves and didn't share with outsiders and only a devoted few in the clan new the process to cure it.

"I know most of its history by memory, a clan plagued by so much trauma but always managing to survive." She said solemnly again her clan, her second family one she couldn't ever really be a part of, except from a distance because of the face she wore. It was lucky for the young sith and her sister that this was the case because to kill a nightsister meant the wraith of clan and coven.

"Oh, the maker has three sisters and brother. I am only sure that of the where abouts of two of her sisters, the other sister and brother are half siblings could be dead but they aren't Dathomiri in blood though they were adopted into the clan. Maker also has two daughters and a son, her daughters are alive as well not sure about the son I would hazard he has the curse so is probably alive." That was Mystra way of sagwaying into how this family was alive. It was a long-complicated tale that went back to before even the maker was born.

"The maker is ancient, you have to understand there is a curse upon our blood. It doesn't afflict everyone but most of us with the rebel blood got it. The legend goes long ago the makers Grandfather, touched a celestial pool and it cursed him for being impure. Yet he had to get the power to kill his father who had started a rebellious war against the God's of the time. That curse has stuck with the family through the makers father's side though it get's more diluted with generations even my own children didn't get the curse or crossing with certain bloodlines perhaps is the cause." Mystra wasn't sure exactly how to describe the curse of the family's blood, it gave them long life sort of but that wasn't exactly it. It wasn't an immortality anyone would want well, maybe someone would.

"The curse gives use a long existence, on top of the Dathomiri blood where two hundred years is pretty common. The maker doesn't exactly die, you just like me, and most likely like your sister. Yes, our bodies can destroyed, but the curse makes it so our souls can never truly move on, and we eventually come back. Could be days, could be years before it happens, it's really dependent on how much force energy there is around where we died. A force null or space could years, near a force nexus days. It's not a fun experience, unless you're lucky enough to come back with your memory not intact which does happen. But mostly you remember every death from the quick ones to the slow and painful ones."

Mystra paused and looked up through her hood with her pale silver eyes at Kaila. She could show the girl all the horrific deaths she had faced but didn't just turned her sights to looking back at the black ground. "You trapped my soul, hence until I am free of this prison I can't live again. This is the closest thing there is to death for me as far as I know, short of totally obliterating my soul. It's the only way to make sure the maker stays dead, she figured out a way to live through her clones until her soul repairs itself and she can live again." Though Mystra wasn't sure of that there had to be another way for them to die but she didn't know what that was. Not aware that the Maker had found a way when she had broken her soul apart.

"She is old very old, before the Kainite's even existed. Born in the times of Adas, and she was not removed from the sith via Kaggath the sith were too afraid to challenge her." Mystra closed her eyes for a minute as she drew up a memory of the maker in her mind a deep well of knowledge but not all of it. "Her names and records were erased because she attempted to kill the dark council of one of the empires." She wasn't sure which one it was, but it was before the Kainites. "She was branded a traitor and her name expunged that was the council's verdict. A Kaggath of sorts without an actual fight. Then again the number of sith I know who have rejected Kaggath when it was warranted would surprise you, sith don't follow their own rules most of the time."