Faction Vergence of the Seers | Lightsworn & Jedi

[Solidor Slane]

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| Location | Lake Krul, Balowa​

| Tag | Romi Jade / Nathan Bloodscrawl / Velok Brokentusk / Henna Ashina / Pelie besk / Auteme ​

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He calmed his pulse, adjusting himself as he took in slower, more deliberate breaths to focus his mind once more. The Force was temperamental with the insights it offered him. He took in a sharp breath of air as he cleared his mind once more. He let his body plunge back into the infinite void, retracing his path back through the threads of time and space - ​

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2d10: 7 & 7​

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He stood once more amidst the faceless masses, surrounded as the emotions of despair and terror permeated the air around him, so thick that it could be choked on. The old Jedi looked around for clues, trying to divine the nature of the Empire's next move. All he could sense was pain and loss amidst the people he was surrounded by. Shadows extended and reached out, eclipsing the masses as he looked to the skies. Something dark obscured the light, a hazy shape that he couldn't discern.​

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He reached his hand out once more, trying to find some connection. What did the Empire have planned that would be so devastating? He could only speculate at this time, but surely a weapon of some kind, capable of inflicting some horrible devastation. To what extent, he did not know. Dark times were ahead, but even so, a small flame flickered, continuing to stay alight. Trust in the Force, he thought to himself.​

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[Pelie besk]

Pelie continued to meditate in the darkside vergence it's presence making her skin crawl slightly but she tried to ignore it. It still bothered the miralukan that they where here and not somewhere anywhere else for this as she meditated and focused on the force ignoring the darkside around her. Hoping to see more clearly from what she saw earlier as she got an incomplete picture but wasn't getting much of anywhere at the moment but wouldn't stop until. They got the location of either the attack or the superweapon either way the luka sene was going to get an answer even if she had to sit here forever to get it.

Dice roll: 10

 

[Henna Ashina]

Where the spirit had touched her, a pink welp had raised against her skin. The dark side had left it's mark. It would not stop the seer. A hand extended to touch the water. Energy flowed more easily through the liquid ebony. It was alive, had borne witness to this world's dark history. Henna grasped that string and followed it, through the core and out amongst the stars. Through a veil of shadows, golden eyes burned a hole.

There were pieces - a barren mood, it's surface darker than its twin across the sky. It beat with the pulse of it's orbit around the world below. The echo grew louder, and louder, and when she thought it would burst her eardrums, space fell away.

Sweat beaded her forehead as she arrived at a throne room she knew. Asmundr was beside her. They had been here before, on Exegol. But this was the past, still. It helped little with their current cause. Desperation pressed against the fog that had begun to form amidst the floor. Every answer she bumped against dissolved into smoke.

Spoiler: Roles = 6 + 4

Henna worst seer confirmed?
First roll: 9
Second roll: 6
Third Roll: 1

 

[Romi Jade]

VERGENCE OF SEERS
Lake Krul, Balowa​

The celestial sphere just loomed, bleeding into the black of space. Shadows of ruined tructures flickered across its surface, their outlines jagged and broken, though resembled something Jedi...distance further blurred them into a familiar haze. But what stood out the most was how the stars bent strangely around the world, it was all twisted up like... broken hyperlanes, or ones not even charted. The geometry of this was all wrong. She strained to hold the image, to place it amongst anything she knew...

1d10: 7 + 2 - scattered clues

Continuation:

Then the haze began to peel back, and for a heartbeat, just. simple second the world stood clear before her: its atmosphere churning like crimson veins across its surface, just glowing faintly as if lit from within. The sense of weight was notably crushing, but it was the kind of presence only found deep in the galaxy's heart, where only few ever travelled because it was dangerous to navigate and largely left alone by galactic explorers. She couldn't recall a name, it was like a place she didn't know existed, but she knew that it had to be logged somewhere, that with the right maps and archives she could find it again. She took a mental note, etched every detail she could fit into her memory, this was like a puzzle waiting to be solved.

Had Abbaddon.

"I might know where to look..." she broke out of her trance-like state, If this were the last thing she might be able to provide, she would.

1d10: 10 -- sharp clarity

Rolls

Henna Ashina | Auteme | Solidor Slane | Velok Brokentusk | Pelie besk​