Valeria Ilara
She Who Sits Astride The Galaxy
Cerea.
Valeria Ilara had been gone a very, very long time. It had been... a year, perhaps, since her departure from the Fringe upon the back of the Lord of Flame, Mer'ax'ys, despite heading a warhost of the greatest warriors of the Fringe in invasions of multiple worlds. Instead, she had decided to travel aboard, further her studies of the arts of crafting - and picked up a few esoteric bits and pieces along the way - and here she was, once more returning to the first place that promised the would-be conqueror her own little dominion, her army. It was her dream, and the Fringe had promised it to her for a long time. The ex-Jal Shey had to be ready for this. She needed to be able to make her gear, to march to war - now, she finally felt ready to rejoin their ranks and fight.
Intergalactic journeys, however, were very tiring. She'd seen so much that even the legendary star dragon she rode needed a break - thus she'd managed to bribe her way into a starport, where she could land Mer'ax'ys, pay someone to deliver him food, make him promise that he would not start any fights or eat anyone, and then explore the beautiful world that was Cerea. Fortunately, it was Fringe-owned - she'd be okay if trouble started.
At the end of the day, the black-armoured, red-caped Kiran wandered the place, her inactive lightsaber-spear in her hand like a walking stick. The beauty of Tecave City, the world's capital, could not be overlooked - and she was drinking it all in. Enough to stop at a market stall and pick up a muja fruit, enough to enjoy the fact that she was in a wonderful place. But Force, she was tired. So tired. She'd seen so much of the galaxy, a soft bed would be great at that point. A decent sleep, some time away to relax - and then off to contact the Fringe and get back to where she belonged, at the head of a warhost, destroying the Galaxy.
One thing at a time.
[member="Brav'Dar Sekairo"]
Valeria Ilara had been gone a very, very long time. It had been... a year, perhaps, since her departure from the Fringe upon the back of the Lord of Flame, Mer'ax'ys, despite heading a warhost of the greatest warriors of the Fringe in invasions of multiple worlds. Instead, she had decided to travel aboard, further her studies of the arts of crafting - and picked up a few esoteric bits and pieces along the way - and here she was, once more returning to the first place that promised the would-be conqueror her own little dominion, her army. It was her dream, and the Fringe had promised it to her for a long time. The ex-Jal Shey had to be ready for this. She needed to be able to make her gear, to march to war - now, she finally felt ready to rejoin their ranks and fight.
Intergalactic journeys, however, were very tiring. She'd seen so much that even the legendary star dragon she rode needed a break - thus she'd managed to bribe her way into a starport, where she could land Mer'ax'ys, pay someone to deliver him food, make him promise that he would not start any fights or eat anyone, and then explore the beautiful world that was Cerea. Fortunately, it was Fringe-owned - she'd be okay if trouble started.
At the end of the day, the black-armoured, red-caped Kiran wandered the place, her inactive lightsaber-spear in her hand like a walking stick. The beauty of Tecave City, the world's capital, could not be overlooked - and she was drinking it all in. Enough to stop at a market stall and pick up a muja fruit, enough to enjoy the fact that she was in a wonderful place. But Force, she was tired. So tired. She'd seen so much of the galaxy, a soft bed would be great at that point. A decent sleep, some time away to relax - and then off to contact the Fringe and get back to where she belonged, at the head of a warhost, destroying the Galaxy.
One thing at a time.
[member="Brav'Dar Sekairo"]