Faction Vettr Nacht | The Confederacy

[Eternal Storm]

F R O S T H A L L​

As the snows of winter grew heavy by each passing day, the citizens of Vandor from Fort Ypso to Frosthall eagerly waited in anticipation for arguably the biggest event of the year -- Vettr Nacht, the Night of Winter, the shortest day in the year and the night where the magnetic fields of Vandor converged to create a natural light that illuminated the entire world.

It was a magical time of the year, and on that night people sang, children played, and everyone joined in fellowship and harmony to celebrate the year that had passed and toast to the year ahead. And in light of the tumultuous events that had cascaded through the Confederacy and the galaxy, Frosthall had openly invited anyone who was willing to make the journey to Vandor for the celebrations.

Lanterns lined the streets of Frosthall while each tavern along Hjalford Road was filled to the brim with Vandorian residents and offworlders alike. Beer, mead, and ale streamed plenty in the joyous atmosphere as drinkers joined in loud choruses of festive songs. Meanwhile, those who wished to escape the partying and have a quieter moment of soliloquy road sleighs pulled by the native Kod'yok beasts through the glaciers and tundras of the surrounding land while lights danced above them.

But something lurked beyond the carols and cavorting.

In a mountain far off from Frosthall, surrounded by a frozen lake, and named the Cauldron for its appearance and the hot magma that brewed beneath its surface. The force called to those who could sense it, and it was evident that this mountain was not all that it seemed. And from the premonitions, the Force gave a startling vision: a fiery inferno consuming the entire celebrating world. It was evident that the Cauldron needed to be investigated, lest these premonitions become a reality.

Journey to Vandor! Ride under the Vandorian Lights in quiet and romantic stillness, take part in the raucous celebrations in the many taverns of Frosthall, or make your way to the Cauldron to investigate and figure out what is the matter. Vettr Nacht is a night for you to rest, celebrate, and enjoy the year while it still remains.

Spoiler: Points of Interest

• Enjoy the Vandorian Lights as you take a ride in a Kod'yok-pulled-sleigh. It's a moment to relish by yourself in peaceful silence or with a romantic or significant other.

• The Taverns of Frosthall have come alive. Partake in the freely-flowing streams of mead, ale, and beer while you join in the very loud and not-so-on-key carols sung by the chorus. There's even a singing competition at the Drunk Lutgriff, the most famous establishment in all of Frosthall, whose reward is a year's supply of alcohol from Gallersonn Brewing.

• The Cauldron, a volcano surrounded by a frozen lake, is being hinted towards in a series of disturbing visions for those who are able to listen. Sacrifice your partying momentarily to discover what is the matter and prevent a potentially calamitous event from consuming all of Frosthall.

• Frosthall is yours to explore and enjoy!

Spoiler: Tag List

Alaria Telwith
Alban Roble
Luca Donskoi
Amelia von Sorenn
Anakwor Farlorn
Anashla Deshal
Ar'tal Ktruok
A Arisone
Archon Xris
Ashelia Solidor
Aston Jacobs
Aya Clarke
Bastille Rommer
Beric Layne
Bentil Mortop
Bullwark
BX-72967-RAZOR
Caesar Kenway
Cazo Thraos
Corvus Dravere
Colton Renth
Corran Watts
Cypher Rage
Damsy Callat
Danielle Mueller
Jayce Pryde
Decious
Dispara
Draconis Sederius Wolf
Easy-G97
Eli-Mae Forrest
Elsasca Selcoc
Melina Suarez
Fawn Alzi
Faye Malvern
FN-1138
Gerwald Lechner
Holt
Hester Shedo
IG-65A
Ingrid L'lerim
Jason Farkas
Joannis Campbell
John Locke
Jordar Varcskel
Julra Repraj
Karlie Lynn Destat
Kasca Fen
Kathryn Foster
Kayla Wylen
Kiff Brayde
Krystal
Kurenai Yumi
Kyber
Lady Moll
Lesya Kosarev
Luna Terrik
Lyla Quinn
Lyra Vent
Maani
Maple Harte
Maria Savilia
Mathieu Brion
Maur
Mila Uhlesifa
Millu Lee
Fury of Aerðs
Muad Dib
Myrrdin_Emries
Nimue
Nine Lives
L LGMForever
Pravus Cruento
R4-AUD
Rabbit
Rann Thress
Rayne Centaris
Razelle Breuner
Redd
Roy Americus
Ryk Gaelir
Rylan Kordel
Sabine Delacroix
SC-A1
The Monster
Srina Talon
Startorn
Subject 73 Red
Taiia Locke
Talon Rahl
Talak Jenste
Tess Valnora
Teyla Sal-Soren
ToKola Bakari
Tyran Numeck
Udrid
Uxagi Xatash
Valencia Hadley
Vanric Dannon
Vemric Keldra
Veronika Fleischer
Vess Sadragen
Vio Doni
Visanj T'shkali
Kyyrk
Vyse de Valorous
Vytal Noctura
Cord Starfall
Telula Vale
Alluria Ivalice
Oleander Webb

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

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LOCATION: Drunk Lutgriff
WEARING: HO HO HO
TAG: Open

Gerwald was at Frosthall for one important thing. The Mead. There were not many places in the Confederacy that knew how to make good mead, but Vandor was one of them. Their culture had enought similarities to the one Gerwald had been raised in on Stewjon to make the new Lord Commander feel comfortable and welcome. The fact a newly appointed member of the council was hosting the festivities was even better. Some might have said elevating Gerwald to the position he was in now was a move of desperation, that they had reached into the bottom of the barrel. Those critics would not have been entirely wrong. Why Gerwald found himself in this new place and position was beyond him. Yes, he knew what Voph had said, but he still found the reasons to be suspicious.​

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What was really going on?​

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Tonight, Gerwald wanted to forget all of that. There was no better way to do so than losing himself in barrels of mead and bad singing. Perhaps he would pick up some knew drinking songs, or festive carols that the people among the Confederacy held dear. There was only one thing keeping him from a night of fun and drunken stupor, an empty goblet.​

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"Mead for everyone," Gerwald shouted as he walked in through the door. "First round is on the Lord Commander."​

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Gerwald laughed as he walked up to the bartop. Even the place smelled like a mead hall he would find on Stewjon. The largest difference was the cold on the air. Winter and ice had a distinct smell, different from rain or dry heat. Yes, the wolf carried his sense of smell and hearing with him. As a human it was not as strong when he was in his wolf form, but they were still stronger than that of a human.​

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A loud cheer rang through the room as everyone enjoyed the news of a free round. It bought Gerwald some favor with them at least, enough that he could be alone with his thoughts long enough to settle in for the night.​

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"You've made them happy," a grizzled barkeep commented.​

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"It is a fete is it not," Gerwald replied, "Besides, everyone could use a bit of cheer this time of year. It has been a long one for many of us."​

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His eyes dipped to watch as the barkeep poured him a mug of mead, and left the jug with the lupine.​

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"Your generosity matched with a bit of my own, Lord Commander. Take care of your followers and they will take care of you."​

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The wolf smiled and nodded in thanks. It did not matter what planet, a barkeep was a barkeep. They always had sage advice despite how rough and ignorant they could appear at times. Gerwald also knew they were a good source of the local news, the comings and goings of a place. Any good barkeep made it their business to know the business of the place they served drinks. Besides, there were many secrets they learned when their patrons imbibed more than they could hold. A drunk tongue was a loose tongue.​

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Grabbing his mug, Gerwald turned to those in the room once more. He raised his glass and shouted for all to hear.​

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"HAPPY FETE!!!"​

 

[Damien Van-Derveld]

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LOCATION: City Gates
WEARING: xxx
TAG: Telula Vale

She had asked him to wear something nicer, so Damien did. Pulling at the collar on the sweater and the scarf around his neck, the young wolf certainly looked uncomfortable with something wrapped around his neck. He was trying. Their last meeting had seen them grow... closer, to one another. A secret Damien was not sure how he was going to tell the witchling had all but taken care of itself. She knew he was a wolf, so perhaps she would understand why he was fidgeting.​

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The air by the city gates was crisp and cool. There was bite to it that was refreshing to the weather Damien had typically been used to. Dathomir and Ryloth had not provided him with snow, and Naboo was temperate. He did not really know what to think, and the wolf inside of him was practically tearing its way out for a chance to run in it.​

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Damien had left Lula a missive to meet him by the gate. Naturally he had not given her the entire reason why. All he said was that he had a surprise for her. Looking over the scenery which the mountains around the palace provided, the lupine could not have planned things better if he had tried. They needed an adventure, but they needed their rest as well. Damien had come up with a plan that would get them both.​

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A smirk tugged at his lips as she finally arrived.​

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"Glad you could make it... you ready?"​

 

[Dimitri Voltura]

TAG: Eenia Vahn
WEARING: X

He had grown accustomed to her presence the past month.

After offering to train her in blade work, they have been seeing one another quite often. She had brought him a sense of calm, especially during his time on Korriban. The bond between them have strengthened substantially during that time.

Yet....

What had transpired on the spiritual homeworld of the Sith, had plagued him. How deep he had to burrow back into the complete Darkness, the lengths he had to go to for various reasons. He was weary upon his return.

When the invitations to the frozen world of Vandor's Vettr Nacht was sent throughout the Confederacy, he felt compelled to go - to experience some winter cheer. And who better to experience it with than the person that had been an anchor for him through it all? So he invited her along.

Vandor was beautiful. The Vandorian Lights danced across the sky and flakes of snow were idly falling as they stepped off Dmitri's personal yacht.
"Are you warm enough, my dear?" he asked, turning towards her. He, himself felt little cold, being what he was.

He drew in the night air with a deep breath, feeling more centered than a few days ago.
"Shall we get some food and drink?" he then asked her again, more for her benefit than his own.

 

[Telula Vale]

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Location: City Gates
Attire: [Dress] (with leggings and appropriate boots), [Cloak]
Tag: | Damien Van-Derveld |

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Strange that it had been a year already. That time had come and gone, changed so many things, including who Telula was as a person. Granted, it changed nothing about her emotionally nor did it taint her personality. But as a whole, Lula had grown quite a bit since this time last year. One of the major changes in her life? Damien. No longer were the pair of them strangers, fumbling about, trying to make sense of the other whenever they were pitted together for whatever reason cropped up at the time. No, the pair of them were close now - quite close in fact.

A foolish trip into the woods had most certainly brought the pair of them far closer together than Lula had expected the trip to do. So many things made sense now. How quickly the pair of them bonded, how easy it was for Lula to just be around Damien. And she had not been afraid of him when all was revealed. Startled yes, uncertain most definitely, but she had not been afraid. And then of course curiosity took the reigns and she had probably asked more questions since then than any normal person ever would.

But now, the holiday, and Telula had made it very plainly clear that she desired to attend. However, what she had not expected was to be asked to meet up at the gates. That natural curiosity she was so well known for had kicked into full gear and led her right to where she needed to be. Her feet were quiet despite the coldness of the ground, and her cloak was pulled tight around her frame to keep her warm and from making unnecessary noise. And yet he heard her approach, and Lula couldn't help but smile because of it.

"Are you going to tell me what we're doing?" she countered his question with one of her own as she closed most of the distance between them. "You look very nice by the way, though I can only imagine what the scarf is doing to you." she hadn't had to see him fidgeting with it to know it was disliked. Didn't change the fact that he looked handsome any, however.

 

[Eenia Vahn]

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Attire: [xXx]
Tag: | Dimitri Voltura |

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In no way, shape, or form could anyone ever say that Eenia's life was boring or mundane. With everything that she had ever been through, all of the turmoil and grief, the rebuilding of herself and her life? That in and of itself was enough, but now? Oh, now she found herself right smack dab in the middle of a whole new adventure.

The decision to receive training from Dimitri had not been one that the blonde had taken lightly. Considering her track record, especially when it came to dealing with those of a Darker nature, she had been hesitant. But ultimately, her desire to be better had won the day, and so she had agreed. Little did she know at the time what she was getting herself into. The younger of the Vahn sisters seemed to have an uncanny affinity for those of the Dark, and this was no different now. While yes, the Lord Voltura had agreed to train her - and was still training her - there was more to it now. A deeply rooted connection had formed, one that Nia herself still didn't quite understand and yet felt no desire to question.

So when the invitation to venture out to Vandor had been extended, again Eenia did not question it. She had agreed, she had traveled, and she had dressed for the occasion. Naturally she was aware that it would be cold, and had a warm, lengthy coat that she wore over her attire just for that. Twice Nia made sure she would be warm enough, and then she followed Dimitri from the vessel and out into the cool night air. The blonde breathed in deeply and exhaled the crisp air slowly. "I'm warm enough," she assured him once her eyes were opened again. "It's been a while since I've seen snow."

Her feet carried her just a few paces past him, and the coat she wore was pulled a little more snuggly against her frame. She was not yet cold, and she wanted to make sure it stayed that way. Her feet then turned so that she was facing Dimitri again and a smile took hold of both corners of her mouth as she nodded. How easy it was to smile again, without force or effort. "Food most definitely." She wasn't a real big drinker, but for this occasion? She might just indulge depending on what was being offered. That thought in mind, she turned about again and started heading towards the bustling activity, knowing all too well that her companion would catch up with ease.

 

[Aela Wren]

TAG: Pravus Cruento
WEARING: X
"You got to be kidding me?!"

She held the dress out in front of her, looking at it in disbelief. Prav had dropped the box in front of her and like a fool she had opened it.
"Why do you hate me so?" she complained to him, lowering the silk dress and putting it back in the box.

They were on the Nightingale, already en route to Vandor. Him being "a respectable member of Scarf", he wanted to go and of course he had to drag her along. While Bonnie was guiding the freighter through hyperspace, the box was then dropped in front of Aela.

She glared at him now.
"You said you needed a ride! You said nothing about dressing up!" she snapped at him. Yes, she was not a dress a person. And he knew it very well. She wanted an explanation for this.

She sighed. He always managed to win her over. She would grumble about it, but she still relented. The darn fool. So she grabbed the box and all its contents and stomped off to her quarters to freshen up.

As the shipped dropped out of hyperspace, Aela stepped out of quarters, a tad uncomfortable to suddenly be in a dress and heels, a brand new thick, long coat over her arm. She glared at Prav again.
"I have nowhere to put a blaster, Bantha poodoo." she told him, but her tone was a tad more lighthearted than before.

Bonnie set down the ship in a bay in Frosthall. Stepping down the boarding ramp, she had to admit that Vandor was pretty magical with its Lights and snow. She turned to Pravus.
"I need a drink after what you made me wear. You are buying." she told him pointedly.

 

[Daegon Corvinus]

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WEARING: xxx and xxx
TAG: Seraphina Corvinus

Cold. Daegon had not felt the chill of the subzero weather reach into his bones in a long time. This was different than traveling through space. Mountain peeks rolled, covered in white snow, the night clear. Stars shone bright, twinkling as though 100 billion galaxies could be seen at once. Daegon found himself in awe of the sight, though with it came the cold, colder than cloud cover would provide. Still it was not the thing that tugged at his enjoyment. As breathtaking as the night was, Daegon could not help but feel a twinge of sadness that Seraphina could not see it. Guilt came with it. The fact he was adjusting, and did not feel as sad as he should have, bothered him.​

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He could feel her pressing against his shoulder through the cloak. She was close, always close, and Daegon would not have it any other way. It was rumored the Vandorian Lights would be bright, the brightest they had been in years. The Demon wanted to see them, and wanted the Angel to see them also. He could not sustain giving her his sight. It was a skill in the force he had never thought he would need to develop, but now, he had wished he was more proficient. Daegon had been practicing, preparing himself for tonight. Seraphina would see the lights when they arrived.​

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For now the sleigh ride was relaxing, slow, compared to the pace the Bacta Mogul had become used to. It was nice for a change. How long had it been since they had enjoyed the company they could only share with one another. He was happy. Even on Thyferra there were prying eyes, whispers which still came their ears about the accident on Siskeen. Daegon needed the quiet of hill and mountains, but Thyferra did not provide that sanctuary at the time.​

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Tonight it was just the two of them. No staff to over hear them, no eyes to peek whatever stolen kisses Daegon would place on the forehead of his Angel. His arm lifted as it moved to wrap around her and pull the woman close. Daegon had insisted he did not need a driver, showing that he was quite more than capable of things those who of his station in life did not seem to be capable of. It would not surprise the Seraphina that Daegon knew to drive. The past decade of marriage they had no more secrets. She knew he had started from the bottom and moved from one level to the next through hard work and manipulation. He had even come clean about his role in the ruining of intended.​

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Daegon smirked at the thought. He had not intended to ruin her, or make her sad. Had he known the tears it would have caused there would have been a chance he would not have followed through. The past ten years of happiness, however, would have him make the same mission over and over again.​

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"Are you enjoying yourself," Daegon asked as he broke the silence, "The quiet is refreshing, rejuvenating, is it not my dearest?"​

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Pulling on the reigns, Daegon slowed the beast which was pulling the vehicle to a trot. For a moment he closed his eyes to listen to the sounds which surrounded them. Perhaps there was something to the darkness, not being able to see. Seraphina had a new world opened to her, one of sounds, feelings, and fragrances. He breathed it in, slowly. His breath was let out just as slow, feeling the warmth of his wife next to him. His mind pressed into hers gently.​

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It was rare he used telepathy with her, only when he needed to, only when there was an emergency. Tonight he used it simply because he wanted to, because of the intimacy of it. They were connected in body, soul, heart, and this way, their mind.​

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<<"It is just you and me, us, alone, and I have a surprise for you.">>​

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He opened his mind even more.​

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The Vandorian Lights.​

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The colors, the blues, greens, hues Daegon had no words to describe. Seraphina would see it all in her mind, as he pressed further, Daegon hoped that Seraphina would see it as though her eyes were working on their own.​

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"Happy Fete," he whispered in her ear.​

 

[Ashelia Solidor]

O B J E C T I V E | Carols and Brews.
L O C A T I O N | Drunk Luftgriff.
F O C U S | Open to anyone.
G E A R | Armor, choker, spear, lightsaber, pistol.
T H E M E | Elevator Song.
V O I C E | I sound like a witch. ​

Frosthall was her kind of a place. An old-fashioned seat of power surrounded by snowy mountains and frozen lakes on the planet of Vandor, a charming place that made Ashelia feel at home, cold weathers were her thing, why she chose the Frontier as her province to represent as Lord Marshall. The only reason she came to this planet was due to a request done by the Obsidian Council where she was going to meet with another master and investigate a serious matter that could bring calamitous proportions on the planet, however, halfway to the planet the other master was recalled due to health issues, causing her to find herself alone on this adventure. Not that she cared much regarding that, Ashelia was a lonely sort of person, dealing with people wasn’t exactly her best quality, the prime reason the female always preferred to deal with her stuff by herself, never would she find a proper companion to suit her peculiar way of dealing things, and when she was regarded an outlaw, working alone was her best option. Now, as a member of the council, she was starting to feel lonely.

Especially when she saw masters with their own apprentices, not that she wanted one, but it made her feel nostalgic. Reminded her of her old master on the ways of the Force, Turin, his voice could still be heard while she slept and in her dreams, Ashelia would find herself as a pup being trained once again by that wise male. Now, alone on that planet, the elzeri couldn’t help but miss someone that knew the area to accompany her, but still, a task was a task, and hers would begin as soon as she gathered information. In her experience, the best place to do that was in a tavern, while on the port when she docked her ship, a male alien snarled at her to make her way to someplace called Drunk Luftgriff.

“What a singular name...”, her lips muttered to no one but herself as she walked inside, find a free seat by the seat, and claiming as her own. The bartender, a large human male approached, Ashelia noticed his face was covered with lines that showed his age, one of his arms was an ugly cybernetic implant and on his face, a scar on the right cheek was laid, ancient and nearly faded.

“Howdy, young lady. Name is Otho Fallohide, but people in here call me Old Otho, because my son was named Otho as well, and for that uniform first drink is on the house, so what can I get ya?”, his polite manners caused Ashelia to shake her ears up and down, as she kindly smiled and leaned her head, thanking him.

“My name is Ashelia, it is a pleasure to meet you. I would like to ask you some questions, and I would like some water if you have it.”, the male human made a surprised face, as if he was offended, and started blabbering.

“Not in this tavern you won’t, young lady, I’m a confederate man, and this is a confederate tavern, we drink alcohol in this place not this fancy water of yours. What are you taking me for, hm? A geonosian?”, he leaned over the balcony and grabbed the largest pipe she ever saw in his life, filled with a dark foamy drink. “Here, have some ale and drink it as a real confederate.”

Tempted to say no to the human male after listening to him calling her "young lady", Ashelia thought it twice on that matter, drinking alcohol wasn’t her favorite thing, and he was too polite and abrasive for her to even think about denying his orders. So her right hand grabbed the holder of the cup and took it to her mouth, gobbling up a large sip inside her mouth, trying to avoid making any harsh expressions on the creamy, bitter taste that the ale tasted like, nothing like what was she was used to. Putting the glass back on the table, the elzeri noticed that it wasn’t a little sip that she actually took but in fact drank half of what was on the cup. Smiling and cleaning her throat, Ashelia decided to take her chance and talk.

“It has a bitter-sweet taste that lingers on the tongue, hm?”, the human looked confused.
“It’s beer, what do you expect? Anyway, what did you wanna know?”, he almost shouted back at her, causing her to jump in her seat and drink another sip of the cup.

“I wanted to ask some questions about a place called the Hintherlands.”, for that the old man shook his head, and declare on an honest tone.

“Aye, I know the name but don’t know the place, never been there. My brother should know something, that bastard knows everything outside town, they call him Knowsy Mungo, because he knows things. You should ask him after you finish that, he works at the stables.”, Ashelia’s lips joined together on a little pout, pondering on the matter for a moment. “Now don’t look like that, miss Ashelia, Knowsy Mungo ain’t far, but he ain’t that right now, he is probably on his house eating, he won’t be back for another two hours or so.”, without saying anything, Otho grabbed her mug and filled it back with more ale. “Drink a little more while you’re here. We have a singing competition.”

Said that the male nodded his head and left before she could say anything regarding that. Two hours was a lot of time for her to kill, especially singing, which she most definitely refused on doing, under any sort of circumstance. The elzeri looked around the tavern and notice that every single person in there had a companion or two to talk, causing her face to frown and her lips to unleash one of her long sighs, as she grabbed her mug once more and decided to drink just a little more.

 

[Pravus Cruento]

Aela Wren


"Have I ever made a joke at your expense in my life?"

He smirked the smirkiest smirk in the history of smirks. Aela was used to jumping around in her fatigues, smearing dirt and grease in places you didn't think it possible to make mucky. And yet...

The Nightingale purred serenely as she made her way through the hyperspace jump to Vandor. He had never made the trip and had always wanted to as a a child on Challon. Next to a life day on Kashyyyk, this was pretty much as close as it got to feeling festive and chilled.

He smirked again. Chilled. Good pun.

Aela would have to dress up for the occasion. This was a civilised occasion and no matter her protests, she would only be cross at him when she saw how others were dressed for the ocassion. He was damned if he'd warned her, damned if he'd let her do what she wanted, which was what he did most of the time.

"Its a lose-lose situation for me here, as per usual. I have no idea how you manage to rig the game so much in your favour but I can promise you'll thank me later."

"I have nowhere to put a blaster, Bantha poodoo." she spoke.

She looked...good. He knew she would dress well but he was happily surprised to see how perfectly it had fit. He swore he could even see her walking a little lighter, a hint of graceful enjoyment.

Descending the ramp, they were met already with lights of every colour, shades of sparkle that danced through the cold air. Lanterns and rows of multi-coloured nebula twinkled and shook in the glint of the chill.

"You can have as much as you'd like, dear. Just don't choke anybody to death. I've never known not having a blaster to stop you."

He guided them towards the various taverns and hoteliers. He had splashed out a little, celebrating their first Life Day season. He had gotten them both suites in the hospitality sector adjacent to the Drunk Lutgriff , the infamous tavern. He checked them in, handing Aela her keys.

"I'll meet you in the foyer in fifteen."

He paused.

"Make that twenty, I know you'll want to admire yourself in the mirrors a bit longer."

He smirked again.

Smirk smirk smirk.

 

[Anora Vahn]

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Objective: Have fun, do a little drinking and caroling
Location: Drunk Lutgriff
Attire: [xXx]
Tag: | Rixa Numeck |

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It was still strange; Going from being concerned about the Enclave to having the compound absorbed into it. While Anora personally wasn't a member of the Confederacy, nor an actual member of the Enclave, the band of Mandalorians she had been absorbed into were. The compound was in CIS space, the others were steadily joining the ranks of the Enclave, and so perhaps it was really only a matter of time. Granted, that would all truly depend on how things continued to shape (or fall apart) at home.

But that was the very reason Anora was here tonight. Against all odds, and better judgement for sure, she and the younger of the Numeck brothers had formed some sort of friendship. Strange considering how things had started out between them, but perhaps not so surprising if one knew the story. Whatever the case, an invitation had been extended to Nora to come along to this holiday celebration, and while she was honestly a little skeptical - as her last holiday party attended with a Numeck had not gone so well - she accepted.

And she was sure to dress for the occasion too. Something warm, but still nice enough in appearance, and would allow her to wear boots that would keep her from spectacularly falling on her backside in front of everyone. Hopefully.

When the pair had arrived, it didn't take them long to find the lively crowds within the taverns. While the last time Nora and Rixa had holed up in a cantina they had managed to get themselves drug out by the rest of the clan, but tonight? That wouldn't be the case. There was no almost-motherly Zeltron halfling to tattle on them for getting too rambunctious if that became the case, though that didn't seem likely. The last time they had, had drinks was out of spite. This time was for fun! And when someone had come in announcing that the round of drinks were on them?

Anora couldn't help but turn her head and grin at Rixa. "Well, this promises to be on helluva party." she mused, then turned to the barkeep to signal that she and her company both needed a round.

 

[Vytal Noctura]

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Vytal Noctura stood outside in the cold with a fur coat draped over her shoulders. She watched the icy particles cast from her lips float and dissipate into the ether before her eyes. The sound of merriment and festivity slip through doors briefly parted for admission. It reverberated through the windows and the timber. If naught else, it carried upon the spiritual winds of the cosmos to those that could hear such, and those that listened.​

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The Nightmother, however, did not feel as jovial as those within nor as such might desire. The recently elevated Lord Commander was doing a great deal t entreat those that had come this night, which left her free to contemplate the storms on the horizon. She had held little fortune in such gatherings before. A social quandary that held few answers with her largest contingent of advisors being the dead whose advice might prove less... relevant than most.​

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Her green gaze lifted and followed the road in the direction to a mountain whose slopes were surrounded by an icy prison. Whispers carried from near and far fought for her attention, and with many came a warning of another disaster in the making. This one far nearer in the future.​

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Slowly the pale Witch turned to look back at the tavern for a moment. Without a word, she began to stride away from the gathering and toward the mount from which a fiery inferno seemed poised to strike. A natural disaster was befitting a Witch was it not? The others could celebrate. They could use it after the calamity they had already suffered.​

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Specters began to surface alongside the Witch as she went. Precise few without the gift of sight would notice. It was not necessary to witness something for it to have power; and tonight that power would serve to protect this world from whatever awaited at the summit of the Cauldron.​

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Tag: Sabine Delacroix​

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[Sabine Delacroix]

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Sabine sat a distance away from the festivities it was not in her nature to partake as some of the others would. Merriment and celebration were far removed from her vocabulary, and as far as experiences went she actively avoided such things. For her part she was seated on a fallen tree clad in a long black coat with a fur lining, it would be warm enough though she took no effort to cover her head from the elements and as the first few flakes began to fall to refresh the downtrodden mountain path a sound caught her ears and she turned her head to see who had come a small smile upon her face as she shook her head and rose to greet Vytal Noctura .

“Dear Nightmother, take the night off. Let others be the hero for a change.” her blue eyes fixed on her with a grin knowing well the retort she would get in response. She simply waited for her to catch up to her and then joined her in her walk matching her stride. “You are nearly as restless as I am and not even a quarter of my age. Trust me when I say it is not a healthy habit, I am a lost cause, you not so much I think.” yet even still she knew stopping the Nightmother was out of the question she was nearly as stubborn as herself… nearly… She had after all a few thousand years to perfect the art of stubbornness.

 

[Rixa Numeck]

[tag Anora Vahn ]

Rixa may not have liked the very hand to mouth method of living that his older brother enjoyed, but he had to admit that Tyran had done well for himself. The Tal’galaar II was a massive improvement over the old freighter that his brother had used for years. They had borrowed it for the evening, and borrowed heavily implied stealing, because it was their only way to get off of Roon at the moment and Tyran was never going to lend it to them to come all the way out to Vandor for a party. Tyran could mope and gripe about it all he wanted later, it wasn’t anything new to Rixa.

He wanted to see what the elite members of the CIS got up to and rub elbows with the right people. As well trained as he was as a soldier he didn’t much care for the blood and guts of bounty hunting. No, he enjoyed the finer things in life and a party with free flowing booze and high society types was just his kind of battlefield. Anora needed a good time too given how messed up things had become for her over the last couple months on Roon, he had a stolen ship and a bunch of credits sliced right from his big brother’s bank account ready to spend on all the frivolities that Vandor had to offer.

Any place with the word ‘Drunken’ in the name sounded like a good place to start. His whiteish/gray armor was highly polished and free of any scuff marks making him look like the important soldier he often pretended to be. “You look nice.” He said to the Jedi as they entered the Drunken Lutgriff.

The news of free drinks made him grin just as equally as Anora did. “If the funds run out, I’ve got plenty courtesy of big brother to keep the ales flowing for several hours.” He winked at her as he walked up to the bar and ordered something light to start the night off. Wasn’t much of reason to get totally tanked right away before seeing who showed up to the party.

 

[Anora Vahn]

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One of the bonus perks of hanging out with Rixa? He had absolutely no qualms about doing anything and everything that would completely inconvenience and annoy his brother. And while at some point, these facts would have made Anora feel badly and possibly annoy her too, now? Well, she was here wasn't she? There hadn't even been so much as a questioning glance or a bit of hesitation when they were commandeering Tyran's ship. Nora had went right along with it and would have stood, waving had she been able to be seen at the time.

Now, none of that really mattered. When she and Rixa got home, there was surely going to be hell to pay, but right now the pair were here on Vandor to have a good time, and that was exactly what Anora planned to do.

She had to give pause however, and her grin broadened when her companion complimented her. "I see what you did there." she mused, then took up the drink that was slid across the bar to her. Her previous holiday celebration had, had Nora dressed to the nines - something that wasn't common for the brunette at all. So to be made to feel like nothing more than a potato throughout that night (and after) had sat wrong with her for quite a long time. Though now she could at least laugh about it thanks to Rixa.

"Alright so, drinks in hand," she raised her drink only slightly for emphasis. "Lively crowd, and out of tune carols. How many drinks do you think it'll take before they start sounding like they're all in sync?" The start of an amusing, and probably expensive drinking game? Possibly so.

 

[Damien Van-Derveld]

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LOCATION: City Gates
WEARING: xxx
TAG: Telula Vale

Damien smiled when Lula arrived. His eyes looked over her choice of attire, and he did not want to make the comment that she seemed to be overdressed for what he had in mind. He certainly was. While he had made the effort to be in something that covered him more that the traditional garb of a nightbrother, Damien certainly felt a bit more restricted in his dress. Of course he needed to blend in and look the part, and he did so on the occasions it was required of him. He rarely felt comfortable. The wolf inside him felt as though it was wearing more skin and fur coverings than what was required. The few months Damien had spent living as a wolf still had its impact on him.​

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"You look nice yourself," he said as his eyes wandered about her form. Damien made no secret of the fact he was taking in the way her dress hugged the curvy parts of her body. A small smirk tugged at his lips. "Very nice indeed."​

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He started walked away from the gates and toward the mountains. It would see he was ignoring Lula's question about what he had planned, or that he had not heard it, but that was not the case at all. Damien had neither missed it, nor was he avoiding the topic. He was simply attempting to build the anticipation, especially considering it appeared as though Damien was carrying an empty pack.​

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Looking over his shoulder, Damien darted into the woods, pushing the force into his legs. By the time Lula would find him, Damien would be standing before her, the black fur of his wolf coat evident as day. The once empty bag that contained his clothing was in his mouth.​

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<<"Take the pack and climb on... We have a decent run ahead of us if we're going to make it in time.">>​

 

[Vytal Noctura]

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"A Witch cares not for acclaim, Sabine, as you know. Nor does a Nightmother ever rest." Such was the burden of authority. "I am glad to see you here as well, even if this seems in poor taste for one as 'young' as myself." Perhaps the vampirika was not a 'Witch' per se, but her work in Sith Sorcery had given the woman a strong base in which to continue her scholarly pursuits in this 'modern' age. A resourceful, intelligent, and driven woman whose company Vytal enjoyed. When Sabine's other obligations allowed.​

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"You heard the whispers or saw the visions of this place as well?" More statement than question to set to the matter at hand. "Much as consuming far too much drink does not sit well with a Witch of Dathomir," alcohol was not something her people consumed in quantity, "I cannot allow this calamity to disturb those under my care."​

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She drew along side Sabine for a moment; long enough to smile. With a slight tilt of her head, the pale woman resumed her trek ever forward. Undoubtedly the Sith Lord would accompany her on this journey. One it seemed Sabine had gotten a head start on. "If all goes well, they shallnt know anything transpired this night."​

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Tag: Sabine Delacroix​

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[Rixa Numeck]

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Rixa winked at his companion after she took note of his compliment and then looked around the room to appraise the crowd before answering her question. “Well, it all depends on what they’re drinking. This local stuff tastes pretty good but isn’t super potent so maybe…five or six rounds in?” He said noting the already off kilter tones of some of the revelers in the Drunken Lutgriff.

“We never did settle our bet back at Juni’s place, about who can hold their booze better between a Jedi and a Mandalorian. I only lost consciousness because I got knocked out by big brother so that doesn’t count!”

At least that wouldn’t happen here, there wasn’t anyone to tattle on them for having fun. He clinked his drink with hers and downed it in one pull and looked back at the bartender and motioned for another. “Does it matter that I don’t know the words to any of these carols?” he grinned at her. From the sound of the crowd it didn’t sound like half of the people did though.

 

[Telula Vale]

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Location: City Gates
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It wasn't an often occurrence, but in that moment the pale color of Telula's skin pinkened. Flattery gave her skin a rosy hue due to the compliment handed to her, and she would have been quite content to stand around and bask in that singular moment. So naturally, Damien had other plans. Plans that he was still being very aloof about and that made Lula more and more curious especially once he had started walking away.

"Wait a minute, where are you going?" But of course, she received no answer. At least not a verbal one. Lula of course followed him, at a more leisurely pace as she had no desire to fall down at any given moment, and it always seemed that when she would gain ground, he would get ahead of her again. And so when he darted into the woods, the blonde's expression was entirely consumed by her curious nature - and once again, she followed.

When she stepped through and found not her two legged companion but his four legged side instead, it admittedly brought Lula to an abrupt halt. Not because she was afraid, but because that had not been what she was expected to come through the trees to find. She eyed the wolf's large form, and a slow smile took place over her had been curiosity-hardened expression. She felt his words touch her mind and she had to fight the instinct to reach back and try to take control of that mental connection between them. This wasn't warging practice. "Had you told me this was what we were doing this evening, I would have dresses more appropriately." she informed him.

Not that she wasn't dressed suitable. Her cloak would keep her warm, and the leggings she had on beneath her dress were durable. So she approached and reached out to take the pack from him before rounding to his side. She had a hand stretched out, running against the length of his frame as she moved to his side, and once there she didn't hesitate to climb him. Lula trusted Damien in a way she had never trusted anyone before, and so this idea of his wasn't even questioned. "Alright, I think I'm set." She couldn't know for sure because she had never done this before, but there was always a first time for everything.

 

[Beric Layne]

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Tag: Jan Beroya | Vytal Noctura | Sabine Delacroix

Vettr Nacht was nigh. Beric had spent the months in quiet anticipation for the annual celebration as the rest of Vandor had. Ever since he was a little child, since before he could remember. But this year had been different. Dreams, or more accurately nightmares, had plagued him. The visions he had seen on the day of his advancement to an Obsidian Lord. The lucid dream he had witnessed of the tower and the disembodied voice telling him that "they," whoever they were, would be watching.

And now, on the eve of Vettr Nacht, the dreams had returned. This time, prophesying calamity. They foretold of the destruction of Vandor, whose catalyst would be at the long-dormant volcano that had been named the Cauldron. It had stood untouched for nearly centuries -- with no valuable minerals, no on eon Vandor had sought to set foot on it. But now? The Force beckoned him to it.

He would've wanted to stay and celebrate with the rest of Frosthall. But his duty as protector of Vandor superseded drinking. That's what found him out in the wilderness, riding full speed bareback on one of Frosthall's Kod'yok mounts, racing towards the Cauldron.
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