Velok the Younger
When I Was A Young Warthog
[member="Viktor Romanov"] found nothing there either.
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Weekend Treasure Hunt 12: The Last Will and Testament of Rave Merrill (open)
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W A N D E R
With a frown and a heel-pivot-turn, a flip of her hair, and a glare to kill, she traveled to Yavin 4, unaware if any had yet visited the site of Exar Kun's defeat and the site of the Golden Globe's destruction hundreds of years prior. Whether she was right or not, as she was often not, she ventured there anyways - feeling a bit daring as always in hopes that one of the two places - the latter of the two sites wherein the massassi cult had been imprisoned and drained by their dark lord - would show her the way.
[member="Rave Merrill"]
[member="Rave Merrill"]
S H A D O W
Codex or something else?
Trip down memory lane it was. Heading towards the Eternity Vault she remembered the adventures of her knighthood on the planet Belsavis where her and her mature lover were discovered. [member="Rave Merrill"]
Trip down memory lane it was. Heading towards the Eternity Vault she remembered the adventures of her knighthood on the planet Belsavis where her and her mature lover were discovered. [member="Rave Merrill"]
W A N D E R
A visit to Thule was in order, site of a battle held with famed Jedi-turned-Sith-turned-outcast, Ulic Qel-Droma, and an ancient Sith stronghold and academy, doubtless abandoned. She came expecting nothing, and expected nothing in return, and began to wonder if there would be anything for her at all.
[member="Rave Merrill"]
It had become necessary to leave. With his past catching up to him - a past he didn't discuss, that none of his colleagues were aware of, excepting perhaps (he vaguely suspected) one woman who had been rather absent for quite some time - he left Corellia, giving the university little notice, packing away in the dead of night, and making for Mandalorian space. Though he had been primarily an anthropologist, he also had a hand in anthropology and thus an undeniable interest in ages past. The records were not perfect, but there were bits here and there, and often they led tangentially to many other ends, dead or otherwise. It had been a long time since he had went anywhere near the Hapan Cluster, and on the route to his new life was passage through the Transitory Mists, where there had been a pull to visit the area of a battle he had come across in his curiosity-fuelled on-and-off-the-clock research over the years.
The false Yun-Harla had slain her brother in these parts, in the system occupied by the world of Shedu Maad. Daughter and son of a princess, father and aunt to an heir to the Hapan throne. The Light and the Dark. Remembering these things, the now-former academic looked at his hands, and wondered if they could bear again to perform acts not too dissimilar to the ones that he had put behind him, without sacrificing the man he had become. If perhaps he could someday have a family, a thing he ached for but spoke nothing of.
It had become necessary to leave. With his past catching up to him - a past he didn't discuss, that none of his colleagues were aware of, excepting perhaps (he vaguely suspected) one woman who had been rather absent for quite some time - he left Corellia, giving the university little notice, packing away in the dead of night, and making for Mandalorian space. Though he had been primarily an anthropologist, he also had a hand in anthropology and thus an undeniable interest in ages past. The records were not perfect, but there were bits here and there, and often they led tangentially to many other ends, dead or otherwise. It had been a long time since he had went anywhere near the Hapan Cluster, and on the route to his new life was passage through the Transitory Mists, where there had been a pull to visit the area of a battle he had come across in his curiosity-fuelled on-and-off-the-clock research over the years.
The false Yun-Harla had slain her brother in these parts, in the system occupied by the world of Shedu Maad. Daughter and son of a princess, father and aunt to an heir to the Hapan throne. The Light and the Dark. Remembering these things, the now-former academic looked at his hands, and wondered if they could bear again to perform acts not too dissimilar to the ones that he had put behind him, without sacrificing the man he had become. If perhaps he could someday have a family, a thing he ached for but spoke nothing of.
Velok the Younger
When I Was A Young Warthog
[member="Darth Vitium"] and [member="Spencer Jacobs Hawk"] might find wonders and terrors, scars and trophies and most of all memories, but they did not find Rave's treasures.
[member="Falcon Gyndar"], however, did find half an alchemical trinket. In time he would be drawn to [member="Aaralyn Rekali"], and vice versa, in pursuit of the Lonesome Gun.
[member="Falcon Gyndar"], however, did find half an alchemical trinket. In time he would be drawn to [member="Aaralyn Rekali"], and vice versa, in pursuit of the Lonesome Gun.
Viktor Romanov
INACTIVE
Searching for answers to the riddle, Viktor went to Kashyyyk, home of the Wookies and began his search down in the Shadowlands. He used advanced stealth technology in order to keep himself safe from the planets harshness.
[member=Rave Merrill]
[member=Rave Merrill]
W A N D E R
Perhaps the world she now found herself venturing to was forgotten by time, and likely by much everything else as well. The planet known to the Sith as Nathema, the site of Silara's greatest of idols in Sith magic place of birth - Lord Vitiate, known also as the Sith Emperor of old. It was within the annals of history that he had killed his own father at a ripe young age - something she, herself, had done as well under somewhat different circumstances - and been dubbed Darth Vitiate by the Dark Lord Marka Ragnos. She felt it in her gut that traveling to these ancient Sith worlds were drawing her closer and closer to her goals, and wondered if perhaps it was he who the riddle spoke of with his ritual that purportedly gave him immortality, only for his fate to be sealed a millennium later on Dromund Kaas.
[member="Rave Merrill"]
[member="Rave Merrill"]
Velok the Younger
When I Was A Young Warthog
[member="Viktor Romanov"] got smelled by carnivorous plants. More scars. Found nothing.
[member="Darth Vitium"] found Nathema, and that was prize enough. Rave would have given her left leg (again) to visit Nathema. Vitium found nothing.
[member="Darth Vitium"] found Nathema, and that was prize enough. Rave would have given her left leg (again) to visit Nathema. Vitium found nothing.
Jack Rand
Captain of The Love Boat
...The Lethewalker, my personal frigate, I leave to whoever can solve the following. A twisted visage, many lives owed to justice, a long fall and a dumb servant sacrificed.
Jack made his way to where the fallen Jedi Exar Kun had made his last stand with his captive mutated Massassi race, on the planet Yavin 4
[member=Rave Merrill]
Jack made his way to where the fallen Jedi Exar Kun had made his last stand with his captive mutated Massassi race, on the planet Yavin 4
[member=Rave Merrill]
W A N D E R
A bit of frustration was in order. She felt so close, yet so incredibly lost and far from her goal. She had visited the tombs of Marka Ragnos, Naga Sadow, Adas the great, the planets of Yavin 4, Korriban, Khar Delba and Shian, even the fabled Nathema - of which she owed to another in knowledge of. It was becoming out of hand, truly, and so she sat down in her small chair, sitting amidst the chilled air of Nathema, her body stiff and cold from the lack of the force - a vacuum that felt as though it wished to pull on her in every direction, to replenish the lost world. But she left soon afterwards, this time to the planet of the Hapes Consortium. She had some ties with a few of their ranks, and she could certainly look the part, and wondered if perhaps the piece about thrones was about them. A short visit with royalty, even under the guise as someone else, was usually pleasant.
[member="Rave Merrill"]
[member="Rave Merrill"]
Velok the Younger
When I Was A Young Warthog
[member="Jack Rand"] found nothing.
[member="Darth Vitium"] found sources willing to tell her that some indeterminate person had, in fact, gotten there first, and procured something that sounded like what she was after. She got a vague holopic of [member="Falcon Gyndar"].
[member="Darth Vitium"] found sources willing to tell her that some indeterminate person had, in fact, gotten there first, and procured something that sounded like what she was after. She got a vague holopic of [member="Falcon Gyndar"].
Jack Rand
Captain of The Love Boat
...The Lethewalker, my personal frigate, I leave to whoever can solve the following. A twisted visage, many lives owed to justice, a long fall and a dumb servant sacrificed.
Seeking [member=Rave Merrill]'s Lethewalker again, Jack made his way to Boz Pity the tombworld of giants.
Seeking [member=Rave Merrill]'s Lethewalker again, Jack made his way to Boz Pity the tombworld of giants.
Velok the Younger
When I Was A Young Warthog
[member="Jack Rand"] was not successful.
Laith Varad*
Active Member
...among his numerous vocations (Mercenary, Agent of Change, Womanizer) Laith had never been known to be a riddler which meant that as the Last Will and Testament of Rave Merrill came down through the cracks to the public he was reasonably stumped. Bluntly stated Laith spent several hours at a time just staring at the clues that were afforded to the public only imagining many of the items that were out there waiting to be discovered had been snatched up. Via the rumor mill he'd even heard that many of the items in the will had been discovered which caused him to grit his teeth and knit his brow in deep thought contemplating how far he would get if he attempted to track down any of the locations that the clues were supposed to lead to...
...then, one evening, sitting in the common area of his light freighter with the beep boop of his Astrometric Droid whistling away in the background Laith would look down at his left arm where the mark remained. The Tusk looked like it had been burnt into his skin. An old wound that had literally healed and turned to scar tissue over time. When he'd first received it Laith had felt an intense pain filling his body, rushing through his limbs and dropping him to his knees but a voice, clear and audible not a whisper, had accompanied it telling him that -he would do- before the pain subsided and the mark remained. Oddly enough Laith had never researched the mark, who may have bestowed it to him, he assumed that in some way he was bound to the will of another to some extent but if that was true his benefactor had waited in silence...
...today might be different....
...outstretching his arm Laith reached across, placed his right hand over the mark, then began rubbing the scar tissue slowly and tracing his fingers over the pattern of the tusk that had been burnt into his flesh. Beneath his hand he could feel the strangely different texture of his own flesh as he ran his fingers against it in what was becoming a methodically continuous pattern and as he rubbed he focused, gazing directly on the mark, like he was attempting to coax it back to life in one form of another. Rubbing turned to a different touch, a deeper touch, until his fingers started to drag across the mark then he would ask..."A twisted visage, many lives owed to justice, a long fall and a dumb servant sacrificed."...while running his hand over his forearm and the tusk which so prominently brandished itself across him now...
...the rubbing would subside and replace itself with tapping as Laith struck his forearm with his fingertips..."Well aren't you going to say something?"...he'd ask without actually expecting a response though somewhere in the background his droid could be heard attending to its duties while beeping out a reply that was largely incoherent at the moment. Honestly Laith didn't know what he was expecting. Not that he thought the mark, or whoever had bestowed it upon him, would help him now but he also had nothing to lose baring in mind that help isn't always given for free either...
...then, one evening, sitting in the common area of his light freighter with the beep boop of his Astrometric Droid whistling away in the background Laith would look down at his left arm where the mark remained. The Tusk looked like it had been burnt into his skin. An old wound that had literally healed and turned to scar tissue over time. When he'd first received it Laith had felt an intense pain filling his body, rushing through his limbs and dropping him to his knees but a voice, clear and audible not a whisper, had accompanied it telling him that -he would do- before the pain subsided and the mark remained. Oddly enough Laith had never researched the mark, who may have bestowed it to him, he assumed that in some way he was bound to the will of another to some extent but if that was true his benefactor had waited in silence...
...today might be different....
...outstretching his arm Laith reached across, placed his right hand over the mark, then began rubbing the scar tissue slowly and tracing his fingers over the pattern of the tusk that had been burnt into his flesh. Beneath his hand he could feel the strangely different texture of his own flesh as he ran his fingers against it in what was becoming a methodically continuous pattern and as he rubbed he focused, gazing directly on the mark, like he was attempting to coax it back to life in one form of another. Rubbing turned to a different touch, a deeper touch, until his fingers started to drag across the mark then he would ask..."A twisted visage, many lives owed to justice, a long fall and a dumb servant sacrificed."...while running his hand over his forearm and the tusk which so prominently brandished itself across him now...
...the rubbing would subside and replace itself with tapping as Laith struck his forearm with his fingertips..."Well aren't you going to say something?"...he'd ask without actually expecting a response though somewhere in the background his droid could be heard attending to its duties while beeping out a reply that was largely incoherent at the moment. Honestly Laith didn't know what he was expecting. Not that he thought the mark, or whoever had bestowed it upon him, would help him now but he also had nothing to lose baring in mind that help isn't always given for free either...
[member="Rave Merrill"]Ashin Varanin
Professional Enabler
[member="Ermac Laith"]
Laith's invocation of the Mark of Velok yielded a subtle bit of inspiration, maybe just a random thought -- a memory of the people, good and bad but all irritating, who'd proven most essential to solving the second crisis on the Absolution expedition.
Laith's invocation of the Mark of Velok yielded a subtle bit of inspiration, maybe just a random thought -- a memory of the people, good and bad but all irritating, who'd proven most essential to solving the second crisis on the Absolution expedition.
Viktor Romanov
INACTIVE
[member="Rave Merrill"]
In well-cloaked shadow, the cyborg bowed to the scarred one, then captured the great one.
Viktor was determined to find the research for how Rave Merrill had uplifted the go'saarai tu'kata, Viktor was intrigued with how the alchemist was able to completely change a species. Tu'kata were already dangerous beasts, capable of forming thoughts, although not fully sentient. But Merrill had changed this. She had many of the race captured and changed to serve here every whim and desire. This change was akin to that of Exar Kun's doing to the Massassi race, another feat that Viktor admired. Viktor had even gone so far as to search for creatures that he would mutate and enslave, this search had led him to the Gorach.
But first, Viktor would have to find Merrill's research. The first place he checked was on the upper levels of Coruscant, near the old jedi temple all the way to the more political buildings. If nothing was to be found there, then Viktor determined that Mustafar would be the next candidate.
In well-cloaked shadow, the cyborg bowed to the scarred one, then captured the great one.
Viktor was determined to find the research for how Rave Merrill had uplifted the go'saarai tu'kata, Viktor was intrigued with how the alchemist was able to completely change a species. Tu'kata were already dangerous beasts, capable of forming thoughts, although not fully sentient. But Merrill had changed this. She had many of the race captured and changed to serve here every whim and desire. This change was akin to that of Exar Kun's doing to the Massassi race, another feat that Viktor admired. Viktor had even gone so far as to search for creatures that he would mutate and enslave, this search had led him to the Gorach.
But first, Viktor would have to find Merrill's research. The first place he checked was on the upper levels of Coruscant, near the old jedi temple all the way to the more political buildings. If nothing was to be found there, then Viktor determined that Mustafar would be the next candidate.
Laith Varad*
Active Member
...subtle inspiration wasn't exactly Laith's forte however he found some assist as his thoughts were drawn to the Absolution Expedition and those, he felt, were most helpful in solving the second crisis of the mission. Indeed his thoughts went to one individual who may have been more irritating than the rest of them as well and sitting at ease he'd have eventually stated..."Prep the engines. We've a hyperspace jump to complete."...then Laith stood and moved towards the cockpit of the light freighter...
...inside the cockpit he heard a confirmation from his astrometric droid signalling that the engines of the ship would be primed for a hyperspace jump shortly. As he prepared to make the jump Laith access his navigation computer and set in a course for a world that was a long shot but could prove to be the needle in the haystack that he had been searching for. Well fingers crossed anyways...
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...the engines of the Gladius Class Light Freighter powered up and the starship would yawn to the side as it came about. There was a sudden calm and then a -pop- as the Light Freighter blurred and then shot ahead followed by a brief flash of light as it entered hyperspace to head in the direction of its destination. If he was wrong Laith would have plenty of time to consider the other locations that served as possible hiding places for the prize that he sought...
..."A twisted visage, many lives owed to justice, a long fall and a dumb servant sacrificed."...
...the Gladius Class Light Freighter had set a course for Naboo...
...inside the cockpit he heard a confirmation from his astrometric droid signalling that the engines of the ship would be primed for a hyperspace jump shortly. As he prepared to make the jump Laith access his navigation computer and set in a course for a world that was a long shot but could prove to be the needle in the haystack that he had been searching for. Well fingers crossed anyways...
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...the engines of the Gladius Class Light Freighter powered up and the starship would yawn to the side as it came about. There was a sudden calm and then a -pop- as the Light Freighter blurred and then shot ahead followed by a brief flash of light as it entered hyperspace to head in the direction of its destination. If he was wrong Laith would have plenty of time to consider the other locations that served as possible hiding places for the prize that he sought...
..."A twisted visage, many lives owed to justice, a long fall and a dumb servant sacrificed."...
...the Gladius Class Light Freighter had set a course for Naboo...
[member="Rave Merrill"]Velok the Younger
When I Was A Young Warthog
Neither [member="Viktor Romanov"] nor [member="Ermac Laith"] would find what they sought. Laith, still prompted by his invocation of the Mark he'd earned in earlier hunts, might get the impression that a general class of person, a general department, might lead him closer.