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Whispers from the Darkness [Order of the One]

Marmora

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A strong gust kicked up the ash that the world's soil had become over the many hundreds of years in this desolate and bitter climate. The ancient world pushed to the outer most reaches of the Galaxy and left to dissolve and waste away in darkness. From this place though the whispers came, they pulled her to them from across the galaxy. Each time she attempted to ignore them they merely grew stronger, pulling at her with each waking moment until at last she stood upon the ground of the world that the whispers pulled her to.

"It is here. Here!"

"Buried beneath rock and ash. Slumbering and decaying."

"Unearth it. Unleash it. Free it."

Each whisper demanded a single thing, the freedom of something ancient. Though they spoke not of the being which was to be worshiped, they spoke of a being that was quietly sitting within a mountain long since forgotten and left to crumble as all things turned to ash. Thus her eyes fell upon the entrance, the darkened edifice that quietly slumbered in the shadow of the mountain. An ancient temple built thousands of years ago before the whispers were needed, before they came into her mind and woke her, speaking of that which waited in a death like slumber.

That smirk, she always felt it as it tugged upon her lips and curled them in approval. Her hands resting at her side as the gust of wind whipped around her once more. She took a moment to breath in, tasting the dust of the world, smelling the death of the ash as her boots pressed into the ground, stepping upon a world that had not been touched in hundreds of years. The wind whipped around her long slit gown that hung low on her hips, the fabric moving like tendrils as they blew in the wind. Dark eyes traveled over the entrance of the ancient temple as she shifted her weight slightly and leaned forward.

"Yes. Soon it shall be whole once more. There are secrets within, deep within that must be found. Knowledge of the Great Old One. Words of the Ti'Xal that speak to us through the eons."

An arm slowly came up, her hand cupped as her fingers seemed to slowly dance as if she were enticing the temple to come to her; or was she enticing something within to come out? As a mother would call to a child she spoke, the words crossing her lips as she stood strong and firm, chuckling slightly as she curled her fingers.

"Come to me. The Whispers speak of you. Open yourself so that we may restore the lost bits within and make you whole again."

It could have simply been a shift in the rocks, or merely a small tremor, or just the time for them to become loose; whatever it was, the doors of the ancient temple slowly creaked open, the rusted metal grinding as it moved. Quietly, happily in her own way she laughed to herself. Watching as the doors slowly groaned to reveal the darkness that lay within, a heavy low hanging fog slowly poured from the doors. The whispers growing as she stepped forward before she looked over her shoulder.

"Shall we?"

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Matreya

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Having the very same issues, Damien followed the song the Force whispered against his ephereal peripheral. Floating down to the ground below, a Darkness ate at the very essence of the High Knight as he drew on Lord Ergast's power to let him fly. With his ship in orbit, and the song ever present, his escape and goals were clear. As he gently drifted downward, Damien could sense the form of another nearby, to which he cast his eyes.

A lithe form, likely woman, moved towards an opened hole in a massive mountain. Touching down with a soft tap, he smiled when she looked over her shoulder, as she would likely see him - though the smile was irrelevant for his head was covered by his helmet. Nodding once, he gave off the feel of calm to the Force, so she would know he meant no harm to her being.

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