To Create a Potion...

[Amun]

Dathomir

A really well known planet for one thing: its witches. That's what this planet brings to you. Witches practicing magic whether it was Dark or Light and using the arts of Alchemy to create vast items that manufacturers in the Galaxy could not produce. Durasteel could be lightsaber resistant through alchemy, where as manufacturers such as Corellian Engineering or whatever it was called had to mine phrik or some sort of mineral that was resistant to a lightsaber. Many mysterious were behind alchemy and magic that there was possibly no end to it's secrets. Not even a Master of these arts could unveil them...perhaps. And this was why Zalgo would dedicate the rest of his life to posses such secrets and create many items that machines couldn't build a percentage of something that was welded through alchemy.

Aboard on a shuttle that contained just a pilot droid and the Epicanthix himself the ship continued its course towards the Witch inhabitant planet that was a part of Mandalorian territory. Hopefully, no one would dare shoot at him because he would be heavily outgunned and outnumbered. Very badly. So far, no hostile actions against him. Good, they know that he was something not to worry about and if he did caused any trouble, well he would be quickly taken care due to the combined forces of the Mandalorians and the Dathomirian Witches. Now entering the atmosphere of Dathomir the droid pilot would lose altitude as he slowly descends towards the surface of the planet where he would drop off the amateur Epicanthix and leave the system.

By now, all of Dathomir's inhabitants would know the presence and the arrival of Zalgo and would soon follow him to kill him or act neutral towards him and leave him be. What harm could one man bring to a whole civilization when he barely knew anything of Alchemy, Magic, or the Force. Once the sudden thud came from the landing of the shuttle the young Epicanthix stood up and walked towards the exit of the ship. Once the door was open for anyone to enter or exit the vehicle the man walked off and then felt the ground of the Planet of Witches. He took a huge inhale of breath and began walking straight to hopefully find someone or something. The sound of the shuttle could be heard which meant that it was leaving Zalgo, the planet, and the sector of Mandalorian Territory to wherever it was needed.

No hesitation came to his mind as he continued to walk and was viewing the beauty and wonders that surrounded of Dathomir. All that was left to complete the scenario of this planet would be a Witch greeting him in an aggressive or neutral way.

[member=Isley Verd]

 

[Darth Metus]

Dathomir.

Few could honestly say they know the truth regarding this particular world; thereby leading to superstition and rumor to become as credible as fact. Hushed whispers told of a place steeped in Magick and Monsters; a place so terrifying that it took the Mandalorian horde to "tame" it. Of course, these whispers were leagues from being the truth. In actuality, Dathomir was a recluse. It's people, the Witch Clans, preferred to keep to themselves and only emerged in order to shed blood on raging battlefields.

As such, a world so keen on isolation would notice very swiftly when an outsider entered their midst.

From above, a single vessel dared to penetrate the heavens of Dathomir before descending at a modest pace. Down it fell, passing towering mountains and sprawling woods. Ultimately, the vessel came to a halt in a region that belonged to one of the most powerful congregation of Witches on the planet: Clan Morte. Within their midst were powerful weavers of magick, in addition to those who twisted the natural order through alchemy.

And one of their midst had noticed the descending vessel. Garbed in durasteel, this individual was the literal intersection of Dathomirian and Mandalorian culture. Known as Isley Verd, he looked on from the Fortress of his Clan. His gaze followed the progression of the vessel until it landed, thereby prompting him to venture forth to confront the traveler. A Jetpack bore him from the ground and into the air, ferrying him to the landing zone of the foreign vessel. Moments later, he landed only a few yards off from he who dared intrude on Dathomir.

"Many have perished for less than what you have done, traveler. You stand upon hallowed land and your presence defiles it. Speak now. What do you seek so diligently that you would risk life itself coming here?"

[member="Zalgo Baal"]

 

[Amun]

No one yet had come across the Epicanthix's path as he continued to walk in that straight path that would take him somewhere or nowhere. Strange, it seems. By now, there would be signs of life that would react to the presence and aurora of Zalgo. He expected to be ambushed and be surrounded by witches ready to kill him or leave him alone. Predictable these inhabitants were to the sights of Zalgo. For how they lived were nothing alike to planets with modern day technology such as Corusant, Corellia, Mandalore, and so on. No, this particular people lived like people in ancient civilizations. Temples, but no apartments. They probably paid no taxes and were more or less communistic as they worked together and helped one another, and shared and distribute food equally amongst them.

Then, a noise broke through the barrier of peace as a sound that was not natural and didn't belong to nature of Dathomir. The volume of the sound began to get louder and louder as it was getting near to the Epicanthix. No sooner after hearing the unnatural sound a man appeared before his eyes from the air from using an aerial device. Weird, he thought. When one hear the word "Witch" you would immediately assume that the individual was a woman, not a man. He thought that more would come out from the shadows after the appearance of the man.

And then he spoke in words that were neither friendly nor hostile, but questioning of his business here on this planet. Though, you could say in those sentences there was a hint of hostility, and he didn't blame him. If someone intruded your territory, then you had to step up to the intruder and ask him or her why they brought their aurora to their lands.

He stopped in his tracks, for if he were to continue no doubt that something unwanted would be brought out against the Epicanthix. "Peace," he began, "I bring no hostility nor threat to this planet. I understand that my scent is not welcomed not wanted on this planet. Though, I do seek something. What I seek is to become and convert myself into one like the inhabitants of this unique planet. I wish to become a Witch."

He knew he wouldn't be accepted right away and be viewed as a "Brother". No, he would probably be tested and his heart would be viewed and be given a final judgment. However, his mind would not be a way to see if he is truly worthy or not, for he and his species had a unique trait that protected their mind against the best Mentalists of this Galaxy. He was still standing where he was awaiting what this man had to respond back to him.

[member="Isley Verd"]