Faction Vergence of the Seers | Lightsworn & Jedi

[Romi Jade]

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| | VERGENCE OF SEERS | |

Following: Midnight Council: Tempo of War Pt. II
Location: Balowa – Lake Krul

“The vergence is strong here. Time unravels, threads of the future slip through your fingers. You have to grasp what you can… before the darkness closes in.”​

Hidden in the uninhabited jungles of Balowa, Lake Krul lies shrouded in twisted trees and shadows of the past. Long ago, Sith Lord Kaox Krul and Jedi Crian Maru destroyed each other here in a conflagration of dark side energy, scouring the lake of all life. The site became a dark side vergence, but one where the boundaries of time and space have dissolved.

Romi brought the Jedi here not for the lake itself, but to use its unique energy to pierce the Empire’s shroud and seek visions of a superweapon - A Circle of Seers. The vergence hides them from prying dark side senses while amplifying their reach into the Force. But the currents of vision here are unpredictable, fragmented and chaotic; it will take all of you to weave meaning from what you see...if there's any thing to be divined in first place.

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How to Play

Posting Flow

• No posting order – post your rounds whenever you’re ready.
• Write a brief vision fragment for your character and include your roll in the same post.
• You may weave in or react to other players’ visions if you wish, but it’s not required.
• The Narrator will only post once at the endto:
  • Tally all rolls (including modifiers).
  • Reveal the final Insight Score.
  • Narrate the final composite vision and, if earned, the main artifact discovery.

Rounds

• 5 rounds per player (each representing a fragment of the shared vision).
• In each round:
  1. Roll 1d10 for clarity.
  2. Use the Per-Round Roll Interpretation Table below (before modifiers) to guide how vivid or fragmented your vision description is.
  3. Apply any automatic modifier if eligible (i.e Romi/Auteme) for scoring purposes.

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Per-Round Roll Interpretation Table

(Use the number before modifiers for narrative tone — modifiers are for scoring only.)

Roll (before modifier)​	Vision Clarity for that Round​
1–3	Chaotic static – jumbled sensations, nothing makes sense.
4–6	Partial images – disconnected flashes, hard to piece together.
7–9	Scattered clues – fragmented but suggestive; possible to speculate.
10	Sharp clarity – crisp, vivid details, almost undeniable truth.

Scoring

• Track your own 5 rolls and post your total after the last round.
• All player totals will be combined (max possible: 250).

Final Vision Insight Score = (Combined Total ÷ 10), rounded down.

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Special Modifiers: Sense Superweapon

These modifiers apply automatically during the main 5-round vision phase - Here:

• Romi Jade: If she rolls 7 or higher on a round, add +2 to that roll.
• Auteme: If she rolls 7 or higher on a round, add +2 to that roll.

Main Round Reward

If the Jedi’s Insight Score (collectively) is 11 or higher, they will also uncover something hidden deep in the vergence.

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Henna Ashina | Jannik Morlandt | Pelie besk | Auteme​

 

[Nathan Bloodscrawl]

Wearing: Interceptor Gear

Armed With: Citizen Energy Sword, House Io Stormtrooper Blaster Pistol, Multi-Damage DMR Type 1

Arrived in: AP-290 Heavy Freighter


Nathan's repainted, now dark blue Freighter set down in the jungle and Nathan stepped out of it soon after. To move in and out of enemy territory, it was becoming necessary to have less noticeable vessels with less identifiable equipment

"Bunch of ridiculous nonsense, trying to trust a vision..." he grumbled to himself.

He had all but sneered at the idea in the last Lightsworn meeting.

To him, visions were the lazy way of getting info. And who's to say the Force wasn't going to lie to your sorry hide on purpose?

He never trusted the Force for such things. He never would. It could pull the rug out from any single one of these so-called seers whenever it wanted.

That's why he wasn't here to participate in the Vision Ritual. He was here to provide overwatch in case someone unfriendly found them. Nathan would never trust Visions unless he had no other choice.

Even as he went deeper into the jungle to reach the lake, Nathan felt edges of visions pressing into his mind. He didn't trust them, but he was ironically one of the Force Users here who was more sensitive to them.

An iron will locked them out as he finally reached the lake. He would not play the game. He refused to--

A series of jumbled visions of deep core planets made it into his mind

Nathan locked it out. He would not listen. He never trusted the Force on that level anymore.

He found a spot in a tree overlooking the lake and teleported onto a thick branch, leaning against the main trunk as he watched for who else would show...

Romi Jade

Henna Ashina

Pelie besk

Auteme


OOC: Have never rolled dice before. Might have gotten it wrong

 

[Velok Brokentusk]

As Velok neither asked for nor expected trust from the other Lightsworn and their allies — he'd skipped out on the midnight conclave, for example — he arrived separately in a Herglic-built shuttle suitable to his size. He set down near the Jedi ships by the lakeshore and went out to join the main group. He mumbled introduction and sat down on a boulder.

He laid out an oblong of mastmot leather on the ground by his feet. Carved knucklebones rattled on the leather. With the arts of the Toglannoq, We Who Walk the Ice, he began to divine. He'd been an itinerant fortune-teller for decades and the form was most familiar. The stakes, in several ways, were higher now.

d10 roll: 4

...and clarity eluded him. He got a sense of dense and blazing stars, the Deep Core most likely, but that in no way narrowed anything down. He clamped down on worry and irritation alike, let out a slow breath, and gathered the knucklebones for the next throw.

 

[Solidor Slane]

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| Location | Lake Krul, Balowa​

| Tag | Romi Jade / Nathan Bloodscrawl / Velok Brokentusk ​

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Solidor had accompanied the group to Balowa following the gathering at the Hirata Estate. While he did not believe in the path of the blade that they proposed, they still fought with everything to protect the Galaxy against the horrors of the Empire. Such dedication, despite its zealotry, as well as the shared threat warranted the casting aside of differences and views on how best to protect everything and everyone. The Empire was a threat, and they would not last long divided, so Solidor endeavored to do everything he could in his old age to aid the younger generations of Jedi.​

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After arriving at Lake Krul, he hobbled his way over, stepping amidst the mist and shadows as he found a quiet place to settle himself down. His school of practice may not have been in farsight or rival that of seers, but his deep meditations during his Barrash Vow had allowed him a little more perspective and insight into the Force. He gripped the head of his cane tightly as he lowered himself down to the ground, taking on a meditative posture, setting his cane down in the damp earth next to him, his hands coming together on his lap, fingers partly spread with his fingertips touching one another. He drew in a deep breath as he let the energies of the vergence permeate his mortal form, relaxing his body as he allowed himself to become a conduit for the mysteries of the Force.​

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1d10: 9​

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Reality disappeared around him as he allowed himself to drift into the currents of the Force. The vergence intensified as a whorl of emotions cascaded over his mind, a flurry of colors and blurred images as he attempted to sift through them to focus. Amidst the chaos and entropy he sensed something...Dark and destructive, only predicated by the ripples of pain, despair, and loss he felt in the Force; not of what had occurred, but of what would come to pass. Its source still eluded him as he attempted to push against the currents in the Force, attempting to sift through to find what would be the cause.​

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[Romi Jade]

VERGENCE OF SEERS
Lake Krul, Balowa​

She suggested those with a propensity for foresight work together to see what they could divine -- afterwards she started to second guess herself.

She'd lost a significant amount of power and abilities she once could call on, first via an injury she sustained with a Shrikarai, but she could still focus her mentalic abilities, covering her weaknesses with just skill versus power. Then, more of her power was siphoned by Solipsis. Now, it took a great amount of focus, and significant straining for her to call upon the Force, if she could manage at all.

Though, premonitions remained. However, she wasn't a trained seer by any means. They'd always come out of the blue.

She knew they'd fair better with a vergence, she'd studied them significantly in her time when she identified one of the most powerful in the galaxy. Going back there would be a silly move, so she honed in on another.

She was however a very skilled psychic, and she figured if the psychic energy in an area is strong enough, the likelihood of receiving a vision increased; at least one of them were bound to pick up something.

She unevenly sauntered up to the shoreline, "Time as we know it, is a construct. All moments exist simultaneously. Past, present, and future."

There was a gust of wind that whipped through, parallel to an incoming wave, her face was sprayed with cool mist. She suddenly winced - She let out a sharp subtle gasp.

1d10: 7 + 2

She saw Tython...in orbit...a beacon that seemed to fade, or morph into another natural object...red--or pink. Then suddenly the vision changed, feeding her the images of the flame from the Burning Truth, but it was distant...and in the decaying Jedi temple in which she saw it originally...

Then, she returned back to reality.

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Solidor Slane | Velok Brokentusk | Nathan Bloodscrawl​

 

[Henna Ashina]

The energies of the vergence disfigured the normally symphonic melodies of the force. Song was interrupted by violent screeches of violins, the dark side at work. Henna grimaced as she moved to sit beside the water. It would not be a place she wished to return to anytime soon, but it had its use in looking for the chaos surrounding Solipsis and his machinations. Moving to sit beside where Romi stood, she focused on her peers as golden orbs drank in the waters before them. Velok's deep, steady drum, the horn of Bloodscrawl, Romi's quiet piano. Their presence was a bulwark against the tide as she eased into the metaphysical pools of darkness.

As the vision came, a thousand pairs of golden eyes joined her watch. Their reach extended beyond her own. Spinning stars created a dizzying spiral as she stumbled through space and time. When it finally spat her out, the soft glow of hyperspace surrounded her, and her eyes returned to the lake as a piece of debris crossed through her sight.

"Past." Henna identified, looking at Master Jade.

...or was it? The master's brow furrowed, struggling to make sense.

Spoiler: Dice

1st Roll: 9

 

[Pelie besk]

VERGENCE OF SEERS
Lake Krul, Balowa​

Pelie arrived at the planet to say she didn't care for what she was sensing about the vergence but she was called to see what she could gleam. So she put her worries behind her and knelt down as she began meditating trying to ignore the violent nature of the Force around them around her. She swore to stop followers of the darkside after one controlled her late fiance and she was forced to stop him by lethal force. And here she was using the power of a location bathed in the same energy that caused her fiance to attack her.

As she began began drawing in the lightside of the force she focused it on seeing what she could see of the future using her combined powers of the jedi, luka sene, and the the aing-tii she peered as best as she could into the future. Seeing what the force and this vergence could tell her about the dark empire super weapon.

Dice roll: 10

 

[Darth Solipsis]

VERGENCE OF SEERS
Lake Krul, Balowa​

Pelie arrived at the planet to say she didn't care for what she was sensing about the vergence but she was called to see what she could gleam. So she put her worries behind her and knelt down as she began meditating trying to ignore the violent nature of the Force around them around her. She swore to stop followers of the darkside after one controlled her late fiance and she was forced to stop him by lethal force. And here she was using the power of a location bathed in the same energy that caused her fiance to attack her.

As she began began drawing in the lightside of the force she focused it on seeing what she could see of the future using her combined powers of the jedi, luka sene, and the the aing-tii she peered as best as she could into the future. Seeing what the force and this vergence could tell her about the dark empire super weapon.

Dice roll: 10

The Force opened before the Seer like the surface of a still pond struck by a single, perfect ripple, no haze, no distortion.

In the first breath, stars wheeled in slow arcs, aligning into the shape of an obsidian spearpoint. The Deep Core. The image split, revealing a shadowed station suspended in orbit of a planet that seemed too hazy to make out.

A large shadow soon eclipsed it, station, planet, all.

 

[Nathan Bloodscrawl]

Nathan snorted as he watched what he believed to be a Fool's Errand taking place.

They should be looking for actual intelligence not playing guessing games with a fethin' lake, and a dark sided one at that. It seemed downright blasphemous to what was left of his Essonian sensibilities, turning to a Dark Side powered lake for answers.

He refused to acknowledge anything that came to him. He would not listen. Would not give it credence. Visions were nothing but traps meant to lead one astray. Ninety percent the time they were self fulfilling prophecies as opposed to natural, unforced ones.

He would never be a slave to a prophecy, any prophecy, ever again-

The stars bloomed in great golden orbs around him as his consciousness was cast into deep space. He fought the vision, refusing to be drawn in, or believe anything he would see next...

He had let a prophecy from his old Jedi Master kill him and his wife once. He would never permit being led astray ever again...

Henna Ashina

Darth Solipsis

Velok Brokentusk

Pelie besk

Romi Jade

 

[Darth Solipsis]

Nathan snorted as he watched what he believed to be a Fool's Errand taking place.

They should be looking for actual intelligence not playing guessing games with a fethin' lake, and a dark sided one at that. It seemed downright blasphemous to what was left of his Essonian sensibilities, turning to a Dark Side powered lake for answers.

He refused to acknowledge anything that came to him. He would not listen. Would not give it credence. Visions were nothing but traps meant to lead one astray. Ninety percent the time they were self fulfilling prophecies as opposed to natural, unforced ones.

He would never be a slave to a prophecy, any prophecy, ever again-

The stars bloomed in great golden orbs around him as his consciousness was cast into deep space. He fought the vision, refusing to be drawn in, or believe anything he would see next...

He had let a prophecy from his old Jedi Master kill him and his wife once. He would never permit being led astray ever again...

Henna Ashina

Darth Solipsis

Velok Brokentusk

Pelie besk

Romi Jade

“That’s right, it’s a fool’s errand.”

Doubt.

The Dark Side.

It all crept in, even as pieces of the galaxy opened to him. Small pockets of revelation.

“They should all give up.”

 

[Darth Solipsis]

DARK LORD OF THE SITH | GALACTIC EMPEROR

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Far above Coruscant's endless cityscape, beneath the Imperial Palace, within the Shrine-In-The-Depths, Darth Solipsis stirred.

A tremor passed through the Force, weak, unfocused, like the faint taste of ash on the wind. It brushed against his mind, a flicker of light swallowed almost as soon as it appeared.

There was… something.

Then, nothing.

Solipsis' eyes narrowed, but not from alarm. This was no clarion call of danger, merely the static of the galaxy's stimuli. The Force was always whispering, most whispers were beneath him.

With the faintest scoff, he let it pass. His focus returned to matters at hand, the careful weaving of his designs, the tightening of his grasp. If whatever stirred was of consequence, it would reveal itself in time.

And if it did not, it was not worth his notice.

Roll 3/10

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[Auteme]

Roll: 4​

Auteme didn't have the natural talent for seeing some of the others did. Even diminished as she was, Romi probably had greater mental powers now than Auteme did. All she'd ever done was listen when the Force spoke.

What she heard here were sharp tones, clear but cutting. The vergence here focused the Force in a way she'd rarely experienced; she could feel the vastness of it, the danger of it. The lifeless lake laid before them seemed both a promise and a warning: drink deep, see far, but do not stray.

Auteme followed Romi and Henna's lead, catching glimpses of what they saw, only fractured from elsewhere. Yet what called her was that old bond -- that black-iron chain, drawing her towards the one she'd once called friend. Solipsis' wicked smile flashed through her mind, atop whatever throne he called his now, but he paid her no mind, and she passed in silence.

She caught glimpses, now; faces, those souls committed to the Empire, the ones entrusted with building his weapon. But their features were crossed, blurred. Nothing stayed in her mind long enough for her to confirm or recount to the others. She drew back to herself again, a momentary glance to those Jedi she respected and admired; then she plunged deep once again, in search of something more.

Romi Jade Henna Ashina Darth Solipsis ​

 

[Velok Brokentusk]

First four rolls: remaining d10 rolls (91-100=10 for example).
Fifth: accidental, disregard.

 

[Velok Brokentusk]

Rolls: 2,4,6,8

The omens continued to offer Velok nothing for cast after cast of the carved knucklebones that had served him so well on ten thousand worlds. He focused on eking out bits of clarity to keep from falling into frustration.

So far all he felt was the shadow. He did get glimpses of an object in space above a world in the bright Deep Core, but only enough to know it as an object, a large one, no clear sense of scale or location or intent or characteristics or, crucially, timing.

By this point he was fortune-telling has hard as he'd ever fortune-told. The knucklebones were smoking. He put them away and went to dangle his feet in the dark water and watch birds for better omens. None emerged.