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[Brooke Waters]

Dathomir was an ancient world. Full of mystery and riddle. A world of Witches and Magick. Of fallen Jedi and Sith attacks. A world of history and lore that was so removed from the galaxy it made people wary of this world. Through the ages, it had come and gone, rose and fallen, and today? Today there was a group of witches in the ruins, a large continent in the northern hemisphere of Dathomir was once home to a bustling civilization of witches. Rumor was it was the original landing site of Allya, Witches and their clans came back to set up shop and trade, both items and stories, spells, and songs.

The Witches of the Kingdom of Dathomir were arriving on their own accord. Serendipity, or the world itself gathered them at the same time.

Brooke Waters, of the Coral Divers, was called back to the world and as an Elder of the Clan was now accompany many initiates and spellweavers to the site She had seen the old maps, being informed on the history that the Clan had held. There were temples here to various… for lack of a better word in Basic, deities, or semi-deities. And that was where she had led her clan to start the excavation.

A Temple to the Dweller.

They began work, with shovel and spell. Brooke and another Elder keeping eyes out. This was a place of peace in the past, but she wasn’t certain the Nightsisters, or the Scissorfists would hold to that in the current era

Come help develop an ancient ritual site for the Witches of Dathomir!

 

[Tilon Quill]

Not Witch, but maybe Witch-curious, or at least invested in what he'd been adapting from their translation techniques over the last few days and what he'd seen of their values (how many Jedi wound up with them in the end rather than the reverse?), Tilon brought a nice folding spade. He'd used this one everywhere from Vesskyzi to Doslosk to Firefist to the Rishi Maze. He trusted it more than he trusted entire Orders worth of Jedi.

The spells that eased swathes of earth away from half-buried ruins were beyond him, to say nothing of the spells that separated out any artifacts and debris and scrawled out parchment maps of how the site had been used over centuries. An archaeologist would have been moved to tears for multiple reasons. Question of overriding priorities.

He got to spade work at an outlying pillar or monolith, practicing Paecean conjugations under his breath. I enchant, you enchant, she enchants. (Dathomiri Paecean had no masculine conjugation for enchantment.)

 

[Odessa Djazit]

Location: Dathomir
Wearing: Staff / Necklace / Ring I / Ring II / Bracelet I / Bracelet II
Mount / Pet: Echo
Tag: Brooke Waters / Tilon Quill
Theme: Smoke and Mirrors - Puscifer

For Odessa, the thought of spelunking through ancient ruins seemed beneath her, but she was ordered by the Nardithi Clan Mother to represent the coven. It was believed by the Nardithi that whatever laid hidden away in those old ruins could be of use to the Witch Kingdoms, providing a steppingstone into reclaiming Mother Dathomir for all of the Nightsisters. And for Odessa, it was also time for her to finally learn about the mysteries of ruins and ancient civilizations, not just here but across the galaxy. She had grown to comfortable, to complacent haunting the territory of the Nardithi, and the Clan Mother, who also was her mentor, felt the young undead witch needed to learn the art of hard work.

Arriving to the site via her flying mount and pet, Echo, she surveyed the situation before dismounting. Running the fingertips of her left hand through the fur of the massive bat-like beast's neck; her green misty eyes starred at all the efforts already in motion. It was a sight to behold, but so much work laid ahead. Odessa leapt down from her mounted companion, and fiddled with the straps of the tool bag attached to the harness around Echo's body; taking the bag and moving toward the ruins. Where to start was the one question floating through her mind, again, so much work awaited.

Whilst she finally settled on a spot, far from the others who were already digging, shoveling, and moving dirt and stone from around the excavation site, she noticed several members from the other clans were in number, where she was only one. She knew, as history as long dictated, the Nardithi were sourly mistrusted and always watched with skepticism; and one Nardithi present was one to many in attendance, a collection of thinking from those that gazed upon Odessa. With a mental scoff, she went to work using a shovel to remove rubble from the front of an archway, where she assumed a door was hidden behind all that rock and ruined stones.

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[Brooke Waters]

The world was always wild. Dathomir had many creatures most couldn’t find again if they tried. It was part of what made her… the… Dathomir’s Blue Corals so special. Almost alive, and able to communicate with one another, like most reefs, they also amplified the Force, and granted some protection and longevity just by being in their aura. It was why they were so prized on the world, and why many Blue Coral Divers were able to make a living by selling just trinkets made of them.

But if they were used in a ritual? They could be used for so much more.

Same with the predators of the corals. They made lovely poisons.

Some of her Clan were making the soil wet, ensuring it was easy to remove, or flooding the mud into a nice slurry to run out of the ruins. Not always a spade, but, there were times when a spade was needed. Brooke looked over to see Tilon, and a bit surprised to see the man here, but if any asked, she would cover him with the protection of the Blue Coral Divers, who did try to force a ‘he’ into the Paecian.

Songs from the Witches of the various Allyan traditions were filling the air as the first thing they found was a change in the bedrock. Was this place already excavated? How long ago?

Brooke looked at what they had found… The tops of the buildings, but no doorway yet. How old was this place? She’d seen this before, in the Sanctum.

It never lead to anything good.

Tilon Quill Odessa Djazit

 

[Tilon Quill]

Arriving to the site via her flying mount and pet, Echo, she surveyed the situation before dismounting

she went to work using a shovel to remove rubble from the front of an archway, where she assumed a door was hidden behind all that rock and ruined stones.

The tops of the buildings, but no doorway yet. How old was this place? She’d seen this before, in the Sanctum.

Tilon paused at his shovel work to stare with unabashed curiosity at Echo. Dathomir's biodiversity was really something. That bat-like creature, domesticated or maybe a sapient partner like the rancors some witches rode - titanic. Fascinating.

Over by the main dig, enough dirt was coming away to reveal the general shape of a much bigger and earlier structure than he'd anticipated. This place had clearly seen repeated use across eras.

He got down in the e xcavation and started shoveling away with his survival spade alongside witches. He got some stares, being colorful, but he got that everywhere.

 

[Brooke Waters]

Working with so many talented witches made so many things much easier. It was the Force, and it gave so many approaches to common problems. There were some spells that took their toll on the caster but that was when you asked the Force for too much. Or something that could cause serious harm to others.

As she could see the tops of the structures, the blonde called on the Force in a Song of History. Several other witches joined the song and there was a glow on inscriptions around the dig site. They all had their own targets. Libraries. Armories. Apothacaries.

Once they finished clearing this, they could search. Hopefully someone could translate the ancient language.

Or else finding things was going to be difficult.

finding the book was going to be difficult

Odessa Djazit Tilon Quill

 

[Tilon Quill]

Tilon was very, very good at using the Force for translation, but the kind that worked with language as it existed in the mind, not the written word. The witches' Spell of Interpretation, as he'd understood it, worked similarly. But it was rapidly, even brusquely, explained that he'd misunderstood. The temporary translation spell, unlike all the Jedi translation skills he'd build his work around, actually could be applied to the written word, just with greatly increased difficulty.

As the task became clear, he ranged around with the witches looking at the glowing inscriptions. The spell took a number of forms based on the traditions and heritage of the specific witches at work, alone or in groups. He had a sense of awe and weirdness.

He began to try the spell — its incantations, its gestures, and the belief that it could work. That you could pull original intent straight from the written word.

Brooke Waters

 

[Trayze Tesar]

CURRENT MISSION - Delving the Deep
Immediate Goals -
1: Unearth the Force Nexus
2: Earn the approval of the Nightsisters.

BLUFOR - Allies Unknown

OPFOR - Enemy Unknown

TARGETING ACTION(S) - Tilon Quill || Brooke Waters || Odessa Djazit || OPEN FREQUENCY

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The ways of the Witches of Dathomir are as strange as they are powerful - as the Kiffar had encountered the Sith Queen of Dathomir some time ago, and intended to earn her approval.

Yet as was seemingly a habit, Trayze Tesar either arrived fashionably late or purposefully on time - as the Witches began to chant and weave the Force, or something older still, to call the history etched in the structure to the surface.

Knowing what he was paid to do - and what's above his paygrade, Trayze approached the nexus cautiously, beholding the ritual with no intention to interrupt. Being a male on Dathomir may be crime enough, witnessing the spells cast may be a death sentence.

With everything I went through, maybe it'll stick... Trayze exhaled to his mind's voice, stepping closer to the strange sensations of the Nexus.

 

[Brooke Waters]

There were very few things that got Brooke truly excited. New knowledge, the promise of a new spell or approach to the Force, working to save as many people as she could… and forbidden knowledge. This part came from something that was a part of her, but something alien, something else, someone else that was poking into her brain. The blonde Witch was older than most would give her credit for, she was someone who had been around the galaxy.

And yet every time there was a ruin? It gave a fresh feeling.

And this one was something more. Something called to that hidden part in her brain. That one that lusted for power. That helped scatter the Blue Corals, gave her the knowledge to transplant these special creatures around the galaxy. And there was something here.

Her ears perked as she heard a spell. One she didn’t know, looking along the wind, she could see Tilon casting. Could hear his voice. There was something wrong in his dialect. Looking to one of the Spellweavers, she nodded towards the building she sensed was a library. Which for a witch could be the most dangerous place for others.

As a Selabite, she wanted to be there first. But if she could help?

“Your dialect is off… Try speaking more like a …” She said a word in Paecian. It definitely sounded derogatory. “Core-ward. Try it with an upper level Coruscanti accent?”

And someone... something else was here...

Tilon Quill Trayze Tesar

 

[Tilon Quill]

That was a useful piece of coaching and Tilon, who'd learned quite a few languages, had heard similar direction many times before. He shifted the intonation to fit Brooke Waters ' guidance. Something shifted, improved, in the fit of what he was saying relative to others' voices. The inscription in front of him became clear at a deep level, as if he was tapping into the original intent of its carver. It wasn't dissimilar to standard Jedi translation skills: it wouldn't last but while it did, he could get snippets of insight from this language regardless of where it was written.

He thanked Brooke and kept reading. The inscriptions were faded and fragmentary, and the spell only worked on the written word at severe difficulty or disadvantage. But he started picking up on Paecean cognates that might actually be older than Paecean, loan-word derivatives from the Kwa or someone else of that antiquity. It wasn't enough to get a clear sense of meaning, not yet.

A few other witches' use of the same spell was more refined and farther along. He went to stand with them and listen to what they were putting together, and add a couple of suggestions at key points, by which means he got some tentative acceptance to the conversation.

 

[Trayze Tesar]

CURRENT MISSION - Delving the Deep
Immediate Goals -
1: Unearth the Force Nexus
2: Earn the approval of the Nightsisters.

BLUFOR - Allies Unknown

OPFOR - Enemy Unknown

TARGETING ACTION(S) - Tilon Quill || Brooke Waters || Odessa Djazit || OPEN FREQUENCY

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When entering a room full of arcane chanting, the best move is to keep your head down and your mouth shut. This task was made far more difficult because of two simple facts - as stated before, he was an outsider - a metaphorical youngling hoping that mimicking their ways or some bemusing task may endear himself to the powerful Witches of Dathomir, granting glimmers of truths about death and what lay beyond... That already was a tall order for a male.

Secondly, and as it was becoming more apparent, he was the only Sith near this nexus - those present were neutral at best, a trained Jedi at worst. So long as no discussion of dogmas - which while happily taken up may cause the Nexus to grow agitated at the conflict - he would not initiate any conflict. The Sith and the Covens may have had a long relationship with one another - but it was a complicated one that waxed and waned through the centuries - best to not add your own complexities to the mix.

Trayze Tesar did not hide, per se, but he did keep the worst of his emotions in check - an eye-roll for a Jedi being there in general, paranoia for being within Mandalorian space on a technicality... an awestruck fear about what the Force was and what it could potentially do to his very being. For now, he was curious, placid, friendly perhaps if you talked to him in the right tone.

For now, he reverted to the habits of hob-nobbing in the black tie galas of upper class Sith, as well as the skills of being a Detective - keep a distance, don't speak unless spoken to - for he was not as bold as the blue-skinned Jedi who gained acceptance among the Spellweavers. Deference was the better part of valor.

 

[Brooke Waters]

So many secrets to uncover. And she certain this was not the only ruin like this here. But this was the one she was to have found. It had what she… it… needed her to find. And while she had many gifts, surprisingly translation and languages were not one of them.

Which would help with the amount of galactic traveling she does.

But so long as the Arch Witch of the Seas could help others, or make the connections to help herself, she was always going to be fine. As Tilon approached the other witches she nodded. It gave her time to think and focus. Part of her efforts was to keep the storm that was brewing at bay.

There was the other. The Sith here. Brooke was a ways off from him. But he would hear her as if she was standing right beside him.

"You're welcome to assist and be here. But if I see a red glow…" the voice said. Friendly but direct.

Tilon Quill
Trayze Tesar