Faction The Witching Hour [Kainate]

[Darth Carnifex]

-: Dark Theme :-​

A shuttle descended through the blood-red stratosphere, approaching a landscape enriched with bramble forests and sharp angular mountains. Few settlements dotted the landscape, those that did were deeply entwined within the harsh and unforgiving forests and mountains. The shuttle came to rest on a flat expanse of stone, one of the few cleared off sections of an otherwise untamed and feral world. Pressurized air hissed out as the hydraulics bore the weight of the craft as it rested, a boarding ramp lowering from the fuselage to the groaning of tempered metal.

Dark figures emerged from the dense treeline. Several were wispy and ethereal, dressed in dark red fabrics echoing spiritualistic traditions and ancient secrets. Their faces were covered by a veil, their hair concealed behind interwoven bands of cloth. The others that moved alongside them were distinctly inhuman, they weren't even living creatures. They were automatons of metal and synthetic, tactical droids emblazoned with the paint schematic of the Sith Empire. Their loud whirring mechanisms were a loud contrast to the deathly silent procession of the Nightsisters.

From within the shuttle emerged a motley crew of technicians, laborers, engineers, and acolytes of the Dark Side, all led by the Dark Lord of the Sith Darth Carnifex. Runic armor cloistered His bronzed flesh, the scars of a thousand battlefields crossing every inch of skin. His head was left uncovered, graying hair fluttering in the strong breeze that howled down from the distant mountains. Baleful eyes, halos of molten copper submerged in black shadow, peered out from under a heavy brow to observe the nearing group.

"The time has come for us to leave this world, it is no longer safe for our experiments."

To the Nightsisters He spoke, "Gather the useful and load them onto the oncoming transports, take the artifacts with you."

To the Tactical Droids He spoke, "Transmit the data onto hard drives, I do not trust their transmission through dangerous commwaves. Organize the garrison to remain behind, but inform the officers to depart."

He then turned back to those that had traveled with Him to Dathomir, "You know your tasks, perform them. I must travel to the Gate."

Pom Stych Tivé | Decimus | Joycelyn Zambrano | Saki lin
Eira Dwynwen | Valen Arenais | Taeli Raaf | Hasina Khaa-met
Ardana Vorco | First Sister | Tuuli Miles | Gunnr Zambrano
Skorvek ​

 

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

BRIDGE OF THE DAENA
ORBITING DATHOMIR

"We are in position, my Lord. Our shuttles are ready to evacuate all essential personell, by your hand."

By his hand, Joycelyn thought to herself as she looked at Dathomir from the viewport of the Daena. The massive carrier had been temporarily gutted to house the evacuation effort and leave future invaders with nothing but strife and ash. She would approve, but it was painful to watch. Doubly so when the one who ordered it was her father, the revered one.

She could taste the bitterness.

"Engage, you have your orders."

The officer promptly saluted and scurried off with his orders. Joycelyn reached up and pinched the bridge of her nose to subdue the oncoming headache.

In the throbbing pain and frustration came a moment of clarity, or perhaps inspiration.

Darth Vornskr the Second turned on her heel and set to a brisk stride. The cape on her shoulder flared in red and black as she pursued her officer, then stormed past. Yes, he had commanded this, but that did not mean she should sit and sulk. Instead, she would take action, go on the offensive. She was Darth Vornskr the Second, not some whipped pup.

The greatest treasure of Dathomir was the Warlock Gate.

The least she could do was see it.

"Move out!" she ordered her troops. "Let there be nothing but scraps left on this barren earth" "Let all those who are loyal to the Sith Empire seek refuge here, with me."

The officer she had dispatched could only watch and wonder about the sudden change of mind in his commander.

Rather than wait, the now energised Joycelyn jumped down to one of the shuttles and boarded, The legionnaires and officers that happened to be in the same shuttle only stared at the giant as she sat down among them like a soldier, like one of them, like when they had first come to know and respect her as a commander.

"Change of course. We are going to the Gate"

Darth Carnifex

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

N I G H T S I S T E R S​

The Diviners had witnessed a snippet of the future and thus set the Matriarch on a mission to promote change. Too much about the galaxy at large was studied and found to make sense to this one born of the old world, while at the same time much was deemed to not follow rationality. Far too many Factions are guilty of adapting the very protocols they accuse of monsters whom they set out to destroy. She found the Imptologists who promised a better life, turns out they are no galactic minded savior, but selfishly serve themselves.

Dathomir is a land strewn with spiritual boobytraps, countless men have landed, only to become trapped in mental mesmerization, and while frozen in their tracks have died not far from where they first stepped onto her soil. The Nightsisters are no fools, not helpless, and no matter the pressure, not going to change to suit any outsiders. The offer PomStychTive came to propose, is one of compromise, yes, yet also promising future satisfaction.

In the past, few would come with the intent to subjugate the Nightsisters, the outsiders believing their limited conventional ideas of weaponry or the Force as taught to them made them superior; all men are intricately woven to entertain this problematic aspect of their ego. Sith, as Pom have found, do not shun the Nightsisters' creative approach to the Force, but actually choose to learn skills they find themselves lacking! This nature led Pom to draw close to the Sith. They are phenomenal in their abilities, and made themselves available for mutual prosperity in advancement.

Long ago Pom was approached by the greatest monster of the galaxy who threatened to control her, and instead she set out to aim his objective upon a different direction…using very ancient tactics which no matter how evolved mankind becomes over numerous eras, he just isn't wired to refuse; although there have been accounts where beauty was quite lacking and a death order was issued!

Today is such a benefit of that mutual bargain promised long ago. Considering how other aspects of her life are unchanged regardless of attempt, the Matriarch has zero regrets regarding her life choices. The most important aspect of the Nightsister Covens is that the sisterhood, one's first family, supersedes all outside aspects of life and alliance. Pom saw that Kaine willingly stepped into her world, and offered to preserve it as much as she desires to, herself.

Quickly the Kainate came together and devised their plan.

Over a decade ago, the Warlocks Gate manifested something utmost remarkable. It as a doorway to the Netherworld, effected Dathomir on an extreme measure. Her planet literally turned up as a parallel world existing within the Nether. In the Netherrealm, Dathomir retained all its physical and spiritual fashions, while existing in both sides of this mysterious plane. She would lead the Covens through the Warlocks Gate and into the Netherrealm to keep them existing upon Dathomir. The Nightsisters would evolve and endure.​