Faction What Was Once Abandoned....Can Be Recycled (The Witch Kingdoms)

[Darth Moskvin]

What Was Once...

"Horrors, I believe, should be original--the use of common myths and legends being a weakening influence."
- H.P. Lovecraft -​

Location: Dathomir
Gear: In Sig
Familiar: Archimedes​

O'Death

Dathomir's history is steeped in occupations, a near genocide, and a reputation of one of, if not, the deadliest planets in the known universe. From the Nightsisters and Nightbrothers to the lowliest of the creatures and everything in between, the planet is always trying to kill those that heretically step foot upon her surface, and even now, a group seeks to draw the planet into their envelope of protection; and like those that came before them, they will fail. However, the Witches of Dathomir remain scattered across the planet in Clans and Covens, regardless of bad blood or centuries of friendship, seek to be governed by themselves, without outside interference and influence. And to do so, they need allies, from every corner of the galaxy. And it was here that that I, the Clan Mother of the Nardithi, knew such an ally. Well, fragility tastes better than emptiness.

A message was sent to one of my kind, not kin, who haunted the living but not as prominent as I do; but he will learn. The message was clear to Kasir Dorran , meet me on the edge of the Haunted Lands, a territory we Nardithi owned proudly, on a cliff that looked down upon the gullet toward an abandoned Imperial base from the days when the Empire thought to subjugate the planet, and in part we Nardithi helped them; but that is ancient history. The facility was discovered recently by explorers who paid harshly for the rights to do so, and what they brought back was campfire stories of nightmares, horrors, and things they couldn't believe actually existed. This is Mother Dathomir, she challenges the theories of what existence actually is. But what the explorers explained to me, I already knew what they experienced visually did in fact roam freely across the planet. Some I created personally.

But I didn't just invite this potential ally, I sent out memorandums to other Clans and Covens, not caring if they sent envoys or not; but to be politely diplomatic. We Nardithi are hated, and it's a reputation we will never seek to change prospectively in the eyes of the other Witch Clans and Covens, so there it is, an attempt. With Archie perched proudly upon my left shoulder, my cold, golden hue embers of eyes looked down into the valley spying the carcass of the broken Imperial facility, a skeletal reminder how Dathomir detests intruders and usurpers, feeling the presences of my 'children' and those birthed by Mother Dathomir herself preparing to hold court for us. What awaited us inside that facility, which possessed an underground section by the testimonies of those explorers who survived, and atop the soil outside the hunters and haunters calling this place home, was anyone's guess.

What it will become, I already envisioned it. The Golden Age of Dathomir is just a dying breath away from taking life....
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[Kasir Dorran]

Darth Moskvin | Madrona A’Mia | Ryn Starfall

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Kasir’s icy fingers traced the edges of the device as the message arrived, the faint blue light illuminating the space around him. More than a summoning, it was a reckoning, a chance to break from the cycle that had defined his existence. Often caught between Mustafar’s eternal blaze and Korriban’s suffocating hold, he lingered between two prisons of fire and death. Dathomir, raw, untamed, didn’t promise sanctuary, but something else entirely.. the unknown. For the assassin, it was an enigma far beyond Sith control and everything he knew, possessing a wildness that could possibly threaten his core beliefs.

Unlike the darkness that so often tried to break him into submission, this planet appeared as a worthy challenge.

Through the crimson hues of the planet’s atmosphere, his 578-R cut across the sky with a jagged edge, obeying the coordinates etched into its navigation system. The shuttle glided toward the cliffs at the edge of the Haunted Lands; clearly, a name that could send a chill through the spirit of lesser Sith, for they undoubtedly plagued the Outer Rim in unfathomable numbers.

As it landed with a low hum, a sharp hiss of the ramp lowering followed, and so he stepped forth, boots pressing into the rock, allowing a calculating gaze to sweep across the valley.

The unforgiving winds carried faint murmurs, weaving through the air and into the dark recesses of his mind; they manifested in taunts and sneers, as the land sought to test him. The weight of unseen eyes breathed against him, measuring his worth. But Kasir was no stranger to mistrust in its many forms. Allies were luxuries; and for years, they had proven far too costly.

His intentions were not born out of desire for friendship, but driven solely by intrigue–searching for a missing piece of a puzzle that might at last complete his understanding of his own identity.

It didn’t take long to discover he did not belong here, but the planet did not reject him.

Not yet.

Thrill bloomed in his chest, for he had not plunged into this realm alone, but arrived with another; for now, they were bound by what he viewed as a fragile pact. He pondered whether this arrangement would withstand the promised horrors ahead, or if in the end, they would spill one another’s essence into the void.

Now, he would wait, shrouded in the shadows of his black cloak; though, there was no real need to conceal his visage. The danger radiating from him was ever-present, and beneath the pale exterior, violence lingered, like a beast begging to be released.

 

[Kaila Irons]

Wearing: New Armor
Tag: Darth Moskvin Kasir Dorran Madrona A’Mia

Many moons had passed since she last saw Clíodhna.

This was before she'd known that she was descended from Mother Dathomir's stock, even. In those days she was merely Carnifex's apprentice, the new Kainite on the block with everything to lose, and everything to prove.

The Nardithi Nightsister was one of the first to see her as anything more.

The memory brought a little smile to her freckled face.

"Lady Moskvin." she greeted, emerging from the brush.

Her black armor gleamed with the faint reflections of Dathomir's red sun, nightsister Talismans gently rustling against it's surface which had been wrapped in silken ribbons emblazoned with runes and symbology befitting a warrior witch.

"It's been some time since I last ventured into old imperial ruins."

Of course Clíodhna here wasn't the only familiar face, if that aura of violence was anything to go by. She peered in the direction of Kasir Dorran , her would be assassin and now technical ally through Revna Marr , who may find her signature unrecognizable for the moment as she'd veiled it's usual intensity.

"Is the Sangnir with you?"

 

[Madrona A’Mia]

Location: Dathomir
Purpose: Stoke a kindling alliance
& perhaps form new ones
Personal Objective: Obtain new sorcery techniques
& relevant details

Kaila Irons // Darth Moskvin // Open

A blend of duty and curiosity is what found A'Mia aboard the dilapidated 578-R shuttled of Kasir Dorran . The Lord Seer of Korriban had her interest piqued by tales of anomalies and whispers of folklore come alive to haunt the storied lands of Dathomir. As a scientist, the woman felt compelled to investigate for herself. As one now allied with Wonosa, she would lend whatever support in her power to the cause of the man she now accompanied.

Duty did not however call for her to make small talk and A'Mia was perfectly content to loom in the far shadows; sorting through her inventory, making minor adjustments to the sithspawn that were always a mere command away, and murmuring equations to herself in a strange whistling-click of her native language.

It took her a moment to register that they'd landed. Eerie blue-green eyes glowing faintly, she looked up from her work and blinked slowly before quickly gathering up her things with jerky, many limbed movements and following the Sangnir.

A'Mia bore a large amount of biomass for this particular rendezvous, her tall form looming behind the sharp wraithlike figure of Kasir. She was cloaked in flowing polyweave, laden with all manner of rare herbs, magick paraphernalia, and other such materials with which to barter or trade. She was of course also equipped for combat if need be, but the voraciously curious neti hoped it wouldn't come to that.

Silently, she flowed across the landscape just slightly behind her companion and allowed her preternatural senses to unfurl across the soil like so many energetic roots and creeping vines. Eventually they drew near those they sought to meet and after a long pause where Kasir pointedly did not introduce her, A'Mia called out in a singsong voice and wiggled half a dozen long fingers in their direction.

"Hello, you there! Are you acquainted with this quiet fellow here?"

 

[Darth Moskvin]

What Was Once...

"Horrors, I believe, should be original--the use of common myths and legends being a weakening influence."
- H.P. Lovecraft -​

Location: Dathomir
Gear: In Sig
Familiar: Archimedes​

O'Death

One by one, like little nocturnal predators scurrying under the full moon of Dathomir, engulfed by the glowing beams filtering from above, I was soon joined by a motley crew of individuals. It was almost comical in design of those that were gathered; two Sangnirs, a mix-breed, and a shapeshifting plant. It was such a mixture of characters that would be required to delve deep into that old, ramshackle of an Imperial base, clearing out the vermin, claiming it for the Witch Kingdoms.

Just a simple nod I gave to the other vampire, a fragile alliance beheld between us, neither trust nor friendship ever spoken; we simply stood in Fate's palm, unsure of the pathway that would lead us to the unraveling of this unholy pairing. Oddly for myself, I found curiosity more in bloom than any potential alliance; for he was the only of my kind, minus my lost love, that I have not put back to the cold grave. I hated my kind, our kind. However, he was here, and I would bend his servitude to my will and needs.

Next, was the precious little deadly minx emerging from the bush. She was dangerous, a well kempt predator in her own right. Ah, she would make a beautiful killer as a Sangnir. I greeted her with a cold, dark smile before turning my head to the male Sangnir and back before saying, "Yes, he is with me. He is intrigued by Dathomir....hope Mother doesn't kill him." I let slip a hollow chuckle. Dathomir was known to swallow intruder's whole, displacing them in tidy, comfortable barrows.

And finally, the shapeshifter. This creature was thoroughly interesting to me, never once experiencing a time we shared our presence together. She was new, unfamiliar, and yet carried herself well. Even as she spoke, politely toned, there was an air about her, like that of a shrew; harmless yet possessing a heart of a rancor. "We've met a couple times," I replied turning my attention to the task below us.

"For those unfamiliar with Dathomir's history during the Imperial Age, our planet is littered with the remnants from a time long ago. When their Empire fell, they left abruptly as sadistically as they arrived, leaving behind relics like that. There is much atop as beneath which is very important to Dathomir, the Nightsister Covens and Clans, and more importantly, to the Witch Kingdoms. Simply put, we come to claim it; but make no mistake," I paused briefly, feeling the stirrings of crawling and shambling and stalking entities from within the facility. 'This is Dathomir, everything above and below, including that structure can be a prerequisite to one's death. Come, let's not keep our guests waiting."

Kasir Dorran / Kaila Irons / Madrona A’Mia




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[Kasir Dorran]

Darth Moskvin | Madrona A’Mia | Ryn Starfall

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Kasir's gaze narrowed before offering the most subtle nod of his head in return—the motion so slight it might have been missed by an untrained eye. It wasn't born of mistrust; he imagined that had the woman desired to end him, she would have attempted so already, for their journey had traversed several planets, each ripe with opportunity.

Rather than viewing her as dangerous, as a Sith, he recognized her more as a predator—an ominous presence, one that often suggested unfinished business, should he ever dare to voice it.

His attention passed to the one who emerged alone next. Black armor might have spoken volumes elsewhere, but here, on Dathomir, it blended into the planet itself. Yet beneath it, he registered a familiar power. If there was one mutual thread between everyone present, it was that all dabbled in the dark arts in one way or another.

"You name me, but hide yourself," he stated nonchalantly.

Still, he knew better than to see this as any form of camaraderie, for that meant nothing in groups where ambition preceded all else.

And as Kasir's lips parted to speak once more, the lumbering giant of bark and branch made its presence known. Unconsciously, his nostrils flared in irritation, a faint crack in his composed demeanor. This sentient thing carried an aura he simply could not comprehend. For all the regions of the galaxy he’d roamed, these mannerisms were indeed the strangest.

“Some of us prefer silence before the slaughter. Are you trying to summon them before we arrive?"

The words lacked their usual sharpness but held no hint of warmth either.

Furthermore, he couldn't shake the building dread over the potential state of his shuttle's interior, plagued with thoughts of it resembling the landscape of Felucia before their task here was all said and done.

Finally, stepping forward, he was ready to lend his blade to the other Sangnir—though she would not be spared from his thoughts either. "Claiming it is the easy part," he murmured, a glint of malice lurking in his shadowed gaze. "But maintaining it for the long haul.. perhaps that will be the true battle."

 

[Ryn Starfall]

Theme: Big Bad Wolf
Tag: Darth Moskvin | Kasir Dorran | Kaila Irons | Madrona A’Mia

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The Orange eyed wolf stalked from a distance its keen ears listening in on those speaking. It's sharp eyes taking the shapes of the newcomers to Dathomir. Always wary of the outsiders that stepped foot on the world they protected. It could sense the auras of those gathering and grouping speaking of the old imperial base.

The new attempting to claim the past, a past that was best left buried in the dirt of Dathomir. The wolf had seen the Empire try to claim the precious Ruby that was Dathomir many times. Had seen them ravage this holy place with plagues and blights, but never could they tame this place for long. Anyone who tried to claim this wild place found it claimed them instead.

Dathomir was the beast that could not be tamed by anyone. The wolf watched and listened in on the trespassers and sisters' darkness flowed through all their aura's like a black hole devouring the light. Yet the orange eyed black wolf did not approach and kept its distance watching.

Once long ago the wolf walked a different dark path, similar to the trespassers. It seemed like an ancient dream now. It had prowled on Dathomir so long now it almost forgot the smell of Korriban but now it was in the air tainting Dathomir. Korriban was a place worth forgetting for the dark wolf that was Ryn Stafall in disguise.

A painful memory of her fathers legacy, a man she had a hard relationship with. The reason she ran to Dathomir in the first place to escape the path of the sith. She never wanted her fathers legacy so had long ago went in search of her mothers and found it here on Dathomir. Sith were not friends, she had killed enough of them to learn that, always looking for power that did not belong to them and backstabbing everyone to get the smallest taste of it.

Yet she did not interfere just watched and listened, it was not her place to interfere with the choice her sisters of Dathomir made unless it infect the whole of Dathomir.

 

[Kaila Irons]

Wearing: New Armor
Tag: Kasir Dorran Darth Moskvin Madrona A’Mia Ryn Starfall

"Ah? one of your curiosities turned on and off traveling companion?"

Kaila said, knowing damn well she was one such curiosity, as was Clíodhna to herself. Darth Moskvin was an enigma to the young Darth but one she'd met early in her career, enough to feel a strange nostalgia now. And just like the woman herself, that serrated smile was as infectious as it was off-putting.

She afforded the Nardithi one of her own, subdued as it was.

"You name me, but hide yourself," he stated nonchalantly.

Her smile faded more easily than it came.

Eyes of luminous gold wandered in appraisal, having never seen Kasir Dorran up close, not while stilled at least. It was ironic to think that they were of similar height, despite that he seemed taller in her memory. No, his strength was speed more than raw brawn, though he lacked neither thanks to his mysterious blood.

Yet as met his amber gaze, properly for the first time, Kaila couldn't help wanting to test her skills against his.

"Trust is a taste I've yet to acquire, given our history." she said lowly.

"But if you must know, I am hiding this gathering more than myself. Mandalorians have come to Dathomir, and I'd rather not lead them to our prize."

There was of course Madrona A’Mia , whom she also studied as the mass of vine and bramble approached, looking as though she'd feel right at home in these woods.

She gave the dryad a nod, having seen that oaken face at a few gatherings now, always among important figures.

"Greetings, fellow Sith. I see we are all of one order here."

But not all Dathomiri. She'd have to keep in mind their motives then, as Kasir's confused her and A'mia's were yet unknown. It was then that Darth Moskvin 's voice dragged the half-witch out of her ever distrusting thoughts, painting a better picture of their shared purpose here.

There is much atop as beneath which is very important to Dathomir, the Nightsister Covens and Clans, and more importantly, to the Witch Kingdoms. Simply put, we come to claim it; but make no mistake," I paused briefly, feeling the stirrings of crawling and shambling and stalking entities from within the facility. 'This is Dathomir, everything above and below, including that structure can be a prerequisite to one's death. Come, let's not keep our guests waiting."

Kaila moved in silence then, gloved hand wrapping tightly around her saber as she turned her attention to the facility's entrance and emptying her prior distraction. She had a job to focus on now, something which came a little more naturally than Sith politics.

She aimed to put herself up front in the vanguard of this expedition.

 

[Madrona A’Mia]

Taking stock of those gathered, while making note of peripheral signs that there were yet others lurking nearby, A'Mia gave no outward sign of perturbance or even curiosity about the subtle social maneuvering at play. She seemed completely unbothered that names hadn't really been asked or given. Formalities often alluded her anyway and she much preferred getting right to the point.Her mind was already occupied by the raw potential she sensed here.

Sampling the soil with many trailing limbs, the towering woman listened carefully for the details which did concern her. A'Mia awaited the responses of the others and mulled over their contributions before adding her own.

"Claiming it is the easy part," he murmured, a glint of malice lurking in his shadowed gaze. "But maintaining it for the long haul.. perhaps that will be the true battle."

The words made her think of their own seedling alliance. Would Wononsa and the Lords of Vardin (governing body of Korriban) grow together to achieve new heights of power, or were their oaths bound to be broken?

Dathomir appeared wanting for lasting solutions to what seemed an age old problem: safeguarding nigh invaluable resource.

The neti waited for the fierce looking little blonde woman to say something, but she was already moving toward their objective. A'Mia tilted her head, long ropey vines swaying as she regarded them all one last time before slowly turning the same way as Darth Anathemous.

"Suppose I should bring up the rear of the party then, yes? I can see over all your heads or climb the walls, my healing might be important for any of you or even specimens that are injured but we wish to capture. Any compensation I seek here will surely be satisfied by the knowledge I stand to gain by aiding you." She seemed utterly unafraid that the cost of such information might be at risk of life or limb.

The woman turned to look down at Kasir sidelong with a smile that didn't reach her strange pupil-less eyes.

"Plus, I would just hate to disrupt any more of your precious silence."

With that, she drew two simple phrik blades while some of her long vine line hair extended out from her head like antenna.

Kasir Dorran | Kaila Irons | Darth Moskvin | Ryn Starfall​