Visions (Kytarra Hawk, Witches of Dathomir, all others Invite Only)

[Arrbi Betna]

It was a shuddering, rocky journey down to the planet below. The atmosphere was thick with lightning as thunder pealed across the clouds. Turbulent pockets of air shook the small shuttle while gusts of wind threatened to smash the ship into the countryside. For those sensitive in the Force, the very planet could be felt clearly and keenly. For those without the Force's gifts, it could still be felt, but less keenly.

For Betna, it felt like a smothering presence, as if an invisible cloth or pillow had been placed over his face. The air felt thick and heavy and the hairs on his arms and neck stood up more and more the closer to the ground the shuttle came. He bore the discomfort, however, and quietly sat in the seat as a Protector pilot brought the shuttle down to the planet's surface.

He'd come here for help, of sorts, though perhaps the term 'guidance' was a better one. The Witches were known for their powers and spells. Betna knew the stories well enough to risk them being true. He need a direction. A path.

He needed a Seer.

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[Kytarra Hawk]

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Smoke rose high in curls of white plumes from the hearth fire blazing under the early morning sky. Milky white eyes glittered as they stared into the flames,growing ever wider as the drug induced images danced within their fiery depths. For many moons the shaman of Singing Mountain Clan had seen visions of a great power. Visions cast in different facets, of a reckoning. What once was lost, has been found. Soon. Soooooooooooon.

"Cast da bones," there came a manic wolfish grin that crept over the painted visage of the witch. Dirt encrusted fingertips grabbed a handful of animal bones and tossed them before her,power surging through her as the farseeing visions played havoc on her mind.

"A shift in the wind. A dawn of 'er glory. An era of arms." a gasp, then her head jerked up to see the flashing red streak cross the sky.

"The sky clans cast in iron of old to rise again."

 

[Daedel]

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Alone she stood on the canyons edge as the morning rays pushed back the cowl of darkness that had lain over the land. Dathomir was waking as it was wont to do and with it her daughters stirred. Daedel leaned upon the haft of her spear, her dark eyes scanning the horizon once more as she looked for answers...direction. Just as she did every morning she watched the sun rise and reflected on the day to come, but unlike most days she felt something more rising than just sunlight.

Flash!

She fell back as something struck her mind with the force of a hammer. Where the vision of the sunrise was an image of an iron boot bathed in crimson stood. The vision faded and slowly she stood until again her body convulsed and again she was cast to the ground in screaming pain. She could feel it, death, burning, pain and anger, but also pride and kinship. She knew nothing of what it meant as she lay panting on the black soil. She saw no faces except those of a fallen man whose stunning blue eyes lay frozen open as his breath went out and never returned. A blue sword of glowing power fell beside him and then was crushed by the same Iron boot. Again she screamed and then all went dark.

...hours later...

She woke with her rancor beside her, and the healers kneeling with heads together nearby. Her clan mother sat with closed eyes near the entrance as Daedel's eyes fluttered open.

"I saw pain." she said as she tried to sit up and was met with firm hands and hushed voices.

"We know daughter." came the elderly clan mother's reply. "The sky people are stirring it seems."

"What will we do, mother?" Daedel asked from her pallet.

"We?" she replied, "We will wait..but you. You will go to them and do as your elders tell you, but first go to the singing mountain clan. Their seer is stronger than you. If they move you will move with them. If they do nothing, you will leave for the iron skin landing area and wait their coming. Understood?"

"Yes mother." Daedel said with a mix of pride and concern. "I will go in her name."

"And In her name find glory." Her mother replied.

 

[Arrbi Betna]

The shuttle touched down and settled quietly as thunder rolled in the distance. Dathomir was a surreal place, almost a direct contrast to reality. For Betna, it was no wonder that those stranded here were both sensitive in the Force and lived the way they did. The planet was so... alive in many ways that Betna could not feel, but could easily perceive, that it made sense that any population couldn't help but feel connected to the world after a generation or two.

The ramp dropped down and Betna descended, his boots thudding on the metal platform. As he stepped onto the soil he felt a subtle change, not unlike the slight changes one would find almost imperceptibly throughout life. It was like a constant noise in the background that had trailed off, yet was still heard even while not there. Like a steady rain tapered off, but one could still hear the water falling. It was both unsettling and yet completely normal which mildly troubled the Mandalorian.

He had brought only his beskad and dinu'ul with him to the planet. The blade was sheathed at his hip while the shield was deactivated and clamped to his left vambrace. He'd heard stories that the Witches didn't particularly care much for things like blasters or what they considered high technology and had decided to stick with the basics.

Ahead he saw the village he'd sought out and began walking towards it. With luck, the forms and shapes ahead were the individuals he'd come to see.

@Daedel @Kytarra Hawk