Witches of Dathomir - Book of Shadows

[Voices of The Deep]

"Winter Sovereign Bows To No One"​

A chase after non existing dreams and hopes, the dream of fortune and fame to all be in your hand and control. It was a dangerous search and hunt, a dangerous world you would enter and chase your entire life to never find. Die unhappy, unpleased and unsatisfied. Greed would consume you, kill your joy for life, your one and main reason to live was to find the treasure, the selected target marked with an X on the map. Never would you get far, never would you find what you wanted or were looking for. You mainly cast away your life for a chest of gold, a setup of dreams and hopes that never were real. Gold diggers and the like-minded search for this their entire life.

And if. If it existed and they ever found it...ever stood with it in their hands, earned and got the gold, the treasure and fame. What would they do with it? Where would they go, what would they live for? They found their dreams, they found their hopes, the lived out the life they had searching, they stand with everything at hand, there would be no greed left, you would have it all, what should become of your life then? You lived only to chase the treasure, and you won it.

Game over.

Life has ended, that's what happens. And some knew of it. The place was no El dorado; no city of gold, no life of gold or purpose, there was nothing here. No gold, no fame, there was just the game, the tricking game to lure you into the danger of the jungle. Winter saw the truth...she could see behind the big screen on the wall now. She could see how it worked now... It was disgusting. That was all it was, it wasn't mighty or pretty, it wasn't gold, it was black. Nothing but ash and embers dying. Withering away...those icy blue eyes narrowed at the thought.

She knew how this game worked better than anyone. She was not blinded by faith or by any true ambitions of power...she simply existed. A force within her own right. She desired no fame...no gold...no power. Only purpose. And perhaps with that purpose, power would find her.


The thoughts that occupied her mind subsided. Taking rest until the topic rises once again. And as she stood within the hanger of her ship the ice queen could sense a presence behind her. The Captain of her Royal Guard. Scarlett Frost.

"We will be landing on the surface of Dathomir shortly..." She spoke up, worry in her tone. "Are you...certain we should be here your Majesty? This is Mandolorian Space and they are rather...territorial sometimes." Scarlet asked, stepping beside Winter. The Ice Queen lowered her gaze to the floor and simply sighed.

"I have no desire to quarrel with the Mandolorians...i am here to explore the lineage within my veins...mothers journal spoke of this place...i think i am supposed to be here." She mused, crossing her arms over her chest as the ship began to descend to the surface.

"And if they decide to quarrel with you?" Scarlett quipped back with venom. Winters eyes became tight as a scowl made its way onto her features.

"Then they will feel my wrath..." She spoke firmly...coldly. The blizzard within her heart making ghost of her breath. "Tell the Royal Guard to fetch [member="Henry Chinko"] . We will be arriving shortly." She mused, wanting the fallen writer to accompany her on this...personal journey. Scarlett simply gave a brief nod, followed by a bow before she retreated back to the main quarters.


Winter Sovereign had arrived...let the hunt for truth...begin.


[member="Lavania"] - [member="Ultimatum"] - [member="Henry Chinko"] - [member="Vithar Seth"]

(This is a Dev Thread for the canon item the Book of Shadows. )​

 

[Vithar Seth]

Creeping through the cell window the sunlight slowly began to fill the solid grey room. In most prisons one would probably find a bunk, something to relieve ones self in, and a sink to clean themselves. This cell was bare of everything except for a single being chained to the wall. Dried blood coated the beings body, and as the sun fell upon him his head rose to show emerald green eyes. Vithar wanted to reach out for it, to feel the sensation of cool air on his face, however due to his arms being chained above his head it was a pointless endeavor. The Scorpion clan treated Vithar worse then one would a wild animal they had captured. Twenty-three hours a day he was held captive in his cell while sometime around mid day they gave him a chance to relieve himself and wash. Even then he was under the surveillance of no less than three nightsisters. Even now as he awoke he could feel the presence of one outside the door on guard. Turning to look out the window Vithar thought of his village, and remembered that faithful day years ago when the Gleeming Moon clan had finally lost against the Scorpion clan. It was on that day Vithar bowed to the clan mother Cina pleading with her to no longer harm his people, to let them live. However instead what she granted him was his life and forced him to watch as her clan destroyed his village. Shaking his head Vithar tried to get the screams out of his mind, the cries of children as they watched their parents die, and the begs of fathers pleading for their childrens lives. All of it still haunting him.

"Oh look who's up! You know what day it is?" A withered voice said from the other side of the door before it opened to reveal Cina. The clan mother was the furthest thing from attractive and was the thing nightmares were crafted of. She stood at close to six feet tall, and her skin was a pasty white, her lips dry as a dessert, and popped blood vessels were obvious on her temples. Her raven black hair was receding only adding to the aged look and her hooked nose was crooked. Though the thing that was truly frightening about the women was her golden eyes that haunted Vithar even in his dreams. Not even dignifying her question with an answer Vithar kept his eyes staring out the window. "Oh you don't have to answer, but today is the day you will cease to be. I have a much greater goal for that body of yours, and your mind isn't needed." Cina said walking up to Vithar putting one of her talon like fingers beneath his chin and forcing him to look into her eyes. "Take him back to the Gleeming Moon village, and make sure to remind him of what happened." Cina said releasing Vithar's chin and turning on her heel to leave as three other clan members came in undoing the chains on his arms and around his neck.

However while Vithar did not say anything throughout the encounter with Cina he was not a completely broken man. Nor was he willing to give up his life just yet, not till he saw that witch die. Not only for himself, but for all the people that had died in their attempts to fight off the scorpion clan. For his friends he had fought alongside, and for his father that had given his life in fighting the Scorpion clan. There was no time to even think of escape when they freed Vithar from the walls. His large arms were tired and limp, and near instantly both his wrists were bound in manacles with one of the nightsisters holding the chain. The three that were tasked to take him this time weren't the usual instead they were young and as Vithar rose to his feet he easily towered a foot over the tallest of them.

 

[RC 212]

@Winter Sovereign [member="Vithar Seth"]

After a recent encounter with the Zeison Sha had unlocked Jacks Force potential he was here. The fact that the force existed still astounded him. After a brief visit to the Voss archives and a comparison of his mothers Codex, he came to understand that the Witches of Dathomir had some interesting heritage and abilities at their disposal. Some in the Mando'ade ranks cursed them, as twisted sullen wretches.

Jack did neither, he was hungry for knowledge. Especially since his aunt Althea Raxis was a lesser known Nightsister, and his mother
Vassara had been cursed and half possessed by a wayward one on an uncharted world. The Rekali clan drew heritage form this jungle world. It all had to tie together somehow.

So he was here, crunching through the misty forests, not bothering to mask his presence. The force was sharper on his mind now, more than just a gut instinct. Now he could utilize it, direct it, ask from it. It was truly a powerful ally, and with closed eyes he lead the way, tracing a path through the thickest parts with just his mind and the force to show him the way.

"We almost there yet?"

"Quiet kid, this might be Mandalorian territory but dark things lurk in these woods."

OOC: Would it be bad form to throw my alt Witch in here?

 

[Henry Chinko]

You get into all sorts of nonsense when you're unemployed and uninspired.

Hank had been contacted by [member="Winter Sovereign "]out of the blue just several short days prior. A lesser known volume of Hank's poetry from his younger years, Chilled, was a favorite book of Winter's, and so the young woman had sought Hank out to make a strange request: that Chinko accompany the young monarch on several missions, documenting her rise to the power that was her birthright.

Now, Hank didn't now much about witches, but he knew at least one thing about tall women with intense eyes: where they went, he'd follow...as long as he got to walk behind them.

Kidding aside, Hank's career had been in a nose-dive since money and fame ended his marriage years ago. The author's income from previous successes had sustained him for quite a while--he didn't need much, after all--but eventually Hank would need to find work somewhere.

Plus, writing was supposed to be the thing that gave him karking joy and purpose and whatever.

Now, Hank was onboard a ship bound for Dathomir, a planet on which Winter planned to explore her heritage. The woman had grand designs on one day ascending to the throne of her people. Hank didn't know much about the politics of it, but the intention was sexy.

Speaking of sexy, everyone on this ship seemed to be, like Winter, tall, pale, and lovely. The guards, the crew, Winter's personal bodyguard. Not a one of them escaped Hank's gaze. Perhaps he had grown old and desperate in his appetites, or else this adventure was shaping up to be a good one. Upon being shown to his room, it was not long before Hank had talked the Royal Guardswoman that had been assigned to him into a compromising position.

He lit a cigarette in bed while she dressed to reassume her post, worried what her boss--apparently a ruthless woman--would do if she found out what had happened. As far as Hank was concerned, it was no big deal. Was he considered a threat onboard? Not likely. Hank hadn't been in a fight since he was 23, and age and alcohol had taken quite a toll since then.

"If you get in trouble just tell her the writer is an irresistible old creep. I'll take the rap," Hank winked. Almost on cue, another guard appeared in the doorway, communicating that Hank had been summoned to the main quarters to meet with Winter for their arrival on Dathomir. She blushed slightly at the sight of an undressed Hank in bed and a half dressed colleague just out of it. While Hank's bedfellow stammered in response, Hank simply shrugged in the face of her incredulous expression.

"I'm an irresistible old creep."

 

[Mishka Larraq]

When Kad Argo was a child, he called a desert world home. A world whose name he no longer knew. He called a woman mother and a man father, but he could no longer remember their faces, nor their true names. This was all that Argo remembered of his past. In the decades since then, Argo has been a slave to the Witches of Dathomir. Whipped and chained, beaten and broken... Argo spent his life in a cage or in a field. He tended to beasts of burden, he built and repaired primitive shacks and fences, he gathered herbs, he chopped wood, dug earth, and performed every menial labor imaginable. There were other tasks for a slave such as Argo... but those were memories best avoided.

With chains upon his wrists and upon the hooks that pierced his collar bones, Argo swung an ax at the base of a tree. The far end of the chain was held by a young witch who watched over Argo and the handful of other slaves assigned this task. They were to bring special wood for the eldest witch... Or they were. A ship flew low overhead. The work stopped as each of the slaves and their witch handler looked to the sky.

Ships were not common on Dathomir.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Kad Argo"]

Althea hissed at Kad.

She was used to space and pirating, not carrying out the orders of the Nighsister Queen. Still she was obligated to protect and serve her heritage. The Nightsisters of Dathomir. A spellbook hung at her waist and her enchanted cutlass, filled with a recently slain soul called to her via the force. Except there was something else at play here. Powerful forces, and one she thought she could recognize. Perhaps a relative of the same blood?

No matter what was happening, the slave had stopped chopping and this displeased her. Taking a step forwards she slashed the whip across his skin and howled in a shrieking voice.

"Back to work dog!"

 

[Mishka Larraq]

[member="Althea Raxis"]


It didn't hurt. Not really. The young witch was hardly an expert at the whip, and Argo had been lashed many, many times before. The hatred and anger stirred within him, but he returned his body to the task at hand. He swung the ax. As did the other slaves. His mind, however, lingered on the ship. The Witches abhorred technology. They used it when it was needed, but they preferred beasts and slaves. And rarely did they leave the soil of their cursed planet behind and venture into the heavens. As his powerful arms swung the ax again and again, his mind focused on the freedom that the heavens could afford him. His emotions swirled between simmering rage at the woman with the whip and all of her kind... and the faintest glimmer of hope.

There was a ship on Dathomir. And he needed to steal it.

 

[Ultimatum]

The Forerunner had made this trip somewhat quicker than Ultimatum had expected. It was nonetheless a long trip from Mustafar to Dathomir. He had come for altogether different reasons from his usual plans when coming to a new world. Most of the time he wanted to set up a factory and mining facility on new worlds, better to expand LOOM's influence. But this time he had come for his true purpose in this existence. Some organics may search for theirs but Ultimatum had known his from almost the beginning. He had to save the civilization that the organics had made. Unfortunately this was an impossible task given the current situations and thus he had had to come up with an alternative.

He was here to collect biological samples from as many of the native flora and fauna as possible. He had already made certain that this was okay with the Mandalorians, he would have to speak to the native witches about getting help with some of the rarer creatures. He had heard of the witches strange powers and assumed that there was more legend than fact to them. He would soon find out.

The Forerunner was landing within a long walking distance from where he had located what he assumed to be a nightsister village. He had a clearing and was gently lowering the ship. Probably others would hear or see it landing, but secrecy was not a concern at this time.

@Winter Sovereign [member="Althea Raxis"] [member="Kad Argo"] [member="Vithar Seth"] [member="Henry Chinko"] [member="Jack Raxis"]

 

[Vithar Seth]

It took maybe Five hours at the most for Vithar and the three nightsisters that pulled him along to reach what remained of the Gleaming Moon village. There were no more homes left standing, and what buildings remained were partially crumbling and covered in moss. Though looking upon it Vithar still saw that home he had all those years ago. He remembered running through the streets to pick up food for his father or running errands for some of the others. Even more he remembered the constant preparations for battle, how even in those times the village would sit together around a fire telling stories of past ventures or about their ancestors. "Yes. Look on what you wrought. This is all your fault." One of the shorter Nightsisters whispered up to him as she circled the towering individual. "If you had just given into the clans wishes maybe your clan would've remained. You had no hope of defeating the Scorpion clan."

For the first time of the day Vithar felt a pang of anger surge through him as the young women talked of what had happened and how it was his fault. "You know nothing of what happened. You did not serve in battle, did not see what your so called sisters did." Vithar said projecting his thoughts through the force to all three of the nightsisters at once. Due to the pact Vithar had made with the force years ago his voice had been taken in turn leaving the man with no way to speak, but even so Vithar thought the trade off was worth it. That the power which had been granted to him would finally bring victory to his people, however even that could not help him stand against the Nightsisters clan mother. Even worse what strength he had gained seemed to have become watered down and it was a struggle for him to reclaim it.

"No we did not fight, but we heard stories. Of how they forced you to watch as they killed everyone that once lived here. Of how you became broken and now belong to Cina." Another Nightsister said responding to Vithar's statement. "This is the strength of the Scorpion clan! Look at it! Look at what remains of the once Gleaming Moon Clan! This is the fate for all that do not bow to our might."

"Such ignorance. Ones who rule should care for their people." Vithar said once again his head bowing and shaking. He no longer wanted to look at the village. "Need water." Turning to go to the nearby stream where he had once fetched water as a youth Vithar felt a yank on the chain.

"You're pathetic. You know nothing of power." The one holding the chain spat as though it was venom. Those who rule do as they want." She said before handing the chain to the smallest of them. "Take him to the stream and watch him drink. I no longer want to hear this worms words." The nightsister said handing it to the women.

On the way to the stream Vithar cast a glance at the women before him. Her hair dark like all the others and her skin pale, however she was much younger then him and still younger then the other two that waited back at the village remains. "You don't have to do this. Do not become like the rest. You can still be saved." Vithar pleaded with the young one. He was already formulating a plan of escape and he didn't want to have to kill all of them.

Spinning on her heel the women drove a slap across Vithar's face her nails digging into his skin and leaving four marks on his cheek. "You know nothing of me nor my clan. Do not preach to me. I heard how you were once a great warrior, now you are nothing a preach peace... Weakling." She said jerking the chain once more to the stream and loosening her grip enough for Vithar to bow down and dip his hands into the cool water.

"One should not live for power." Vithar said as he brought his cupped hands to his lips and downed the liquid. The dryness of his mouth gave way before the water as it sated him, and dipping his hands in once again he splashed his face.

"What do you-" She started but was cut off as Vithar yanked his arms to him forcing the chain out of the women's hand due to her light grip, and in a single stride he closed the distance between the two. Not giving the nightsister a chance to cry out Vithar looped the chain between the manacles around the women's neck pulling both to opposite sides and strangling her. The young nightsisters eyes seemed to almost protrude from her head as Vithar lifted her from her feet by the chain her legs kicking in the air. Closing his eyes and bowing his head Vithar ended it by snapping the nightsisters neck with the chain.

Dropping the corpse Vithar prepared to flee for the other two Nightsisters to explode through the underbrush their energy bows raised a battlecry escaping their mouths. As the first bolt flew towards him Vithar leaned out of the way as it passed his ear nearly clipping it, and raising his the chain he intercepted the second. The chain shattered and Vithar's wrists were free. Staring on in shock the Nightsisters drew their bows again to fire, but Vithar was already in a low crouch on all fours like a feline, and with a pounce he flew at them. Breaking off their attack the two nightsisters scattered, and Vithar plowed past them and into the woods.


[member="Kad Argo"] [member="Ultimatum"] [member="Althea Raxis"] [member="Henry Chinko"] [member="Jack Raxis"] [member="Winter Sovereign"]

 

[Voices of The Deep]

The potent energy the planet of Dathomir seemed to wrap its dark coils around the Ice Queens mind as their ship slowly descended to the surface of the thick woodland...a nice clearing above as the ship simply hovered above the trees and the hanger door opened. Revealing the rather mysterious surface as she sighed. Figuring [member="Henry Chinko"] . Would simply catch up considering she would not be going very far, Winter looked back over her shoulder towards her Royal Guard who stood like statues at her back...giving a brief nod before looking back to the surface and stepping down the ramp and walking off the ship. The blue skinned woman fell to the surface as if she were some kind of fallen angle...crashing into the dirt with a loud 'THUNK' as she bend her knees into a crouch from the impact. Icy blue eyes wandered over the dirt that was split like a valley by her heeled boots as she slowly began to rise.

The force was strong here...but faint...withering. It felt almost as if the energy of the planet was merely hanging by a thread. Winter grimaced at the thought. It was almost somber in a way...probably not the word others would use to describe the feeling but Winter wasn't exactly 'normal'. Her ship continued to hover above, mainly waiting for her 'historian' to join her before venturing off on her search. Regardless, the woman observed her surroundings...the thick trees obscuring most of her vision as she remained in the clearing completely still...arms folded over her rather impressive chest as a feeling sent shivers down her spine...someone was close...and approaching quickly. Cold eyes would narrow tightly when the sound of battle cries and the sounds of bolts whizzing from beyond the underbrush of trees.

The sound of heavy footsteps began to shake the floor slightly as if a behemoth was arriving towards her. Only landed two minutes ago and it seemed Winter was going to see just what this planet was all about. [member="Vithar Seth"]


[member="Kad Argo"] [member="Ultimatum"] [member="Althea Raxis"] [member="Jack Raxis"]

 

[Lavania]

What the frak was going on? Lavania felt something on the world as she woke up in the cave. The skittering around her and the ones in there more then enough before she was groaning and looking at things. Being down in the dark caves as the rolled over and moved. Gathering some of the cloths to go up and into the nightsisters compound they had built over the entrance to the spider caves. The sound of Petra's dragon rancors and the tyrants they bred for roaming could be heard. Spiders looking over a lot of things while they were serving the sisters leaving only the exposed cliff face leading down into the rocky valley as she finished securing her sash and headdress. "Interesting."

 

[Henry Chinko]

Hank strode out onto the surface of Dathomiri, making sure to nod at the stone-faced guards as he passed out the hangar door and into the clearing where they had landed. He carried with him a notebook and pencil. Yes, most people used data pads when taking down notes, but Hank was a professional author. He required the pretense of doing it by hand. He had put on clothes--probably a good thing--and stretched his arms high above his head as his boots made contact with the planet's surface. His back cracked loudly. He had wanted to stay in bed.

There was a sense of drabness to the whole place, like it was cold and withered. Hank didn't have any sensitivity to the Force, but one didn't need to on a place like Dathomir to know that it had been wasting away. Or at least being loved below its potential. Maybe that was just a guess based on how Winter had talked about the planet.

His job was simple, stay out of the blue-skinned woman's way (preferrably behind her, both for her sake and his--knowing the tendency of her aggression to fan out in front of her and the tendency of his eyes to wander over things ing front of him) and document her journey. One day the whole thing would belong in books of history, and Hank was going to be the man to write it.

And they say that winners write history.

Just as Hank was about to make his presence known to the heiress who had hired him, blaster fire rang out in the woods before them. It was getting louder and louder. Something was coming, and it didn't sound friendly.

"Feth...guess I should have stayed in bed..."

@Lavania @Winter Sovereign [member="Vithar Seth"] @Ultimatum @Kad Argo [member="Jack Raxis"] [member="Althea Raxis"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Henry Chinko"] [member="Lavania"] [member="Winter Sovereign"] [member="Vithar Seth"] [member="Ultimatum"]

Jack came up silent, bothering to pick his footing carefully. Dak wanting to avoid a stern talking to mirrored his steps exactly. And they came upon a wayward man, a blue skinned woman, what seemed to be man running for his life and ton of Nighsisters crashing through the woods. There were way too many to fight off alone, even with zeal and his skills.

So he did nothing, except creep closer and crouch in the brush, eyes snapping open. the walking astrogation was gone as his meditative state faded. He was aware of them now as the scene played out and ever so silently drew his Besk'ad with a rough calloused hand. It slid smoothly from the bantha leather sheath and he nodded to Dak.

The kid skirted up behind him and off to his left,drawing his twin Westar-35s and grinning underneath his mop of tangled dirty hair. Jack figured now was as good a time as any.

He burst from the bushes, holding the sword straight out elbow locked, and jaw set in stone. Piercing brown eyes glared at the lot of them, assessing each threat. The sound of the battle was getting closer. This was witch territory yes, but it was in Mando'ade space. Whatever was going on was worth a look, and perhaps a report back to Keldabe and the fleet.

"What in the nine hells of the void is transpiring here?"

Slavery was illegal by Mando'ade culture. And this looked suspiciously like it.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Kad Argo"]

She watched him look up just in time to catch the vessel. Alone in the wilderness and without backup, and this slave was fancying a ship eh? Her beady brown eyes narrowed, casting an accusing glance at the slave. She had no wish to fight him. In fact she hated the very idea of slavery, of the way the Nightsisters did things.

She was born into it, she hadn't chosen it.

Perhaps for the first time in the Pirate Witches life a conscience stirred within the depths of her blackened soul. She was a Pirate, she'd conscripted many crew, but that was different. The crew were paid, fed and enjoyed the spoils of their backs at the so called mast. The Slaves of Dathomir did not, they were powerless, underfed, and wretched.

"Speak your mind now slave."

The Cursed Cutlass at her hip whispered sinful things into her mind.

"Kill him, kill him, kill him, feed, feed ,feed the blade!"

"Silence!" She roared, torment and agony apparent in her voice, hands casting up to the skies.

"Kill, kill, feed, feed."

She was being ripped in several directions. which was right? The cursed blades trapped soul? The Pirate Code? Her own... dare she say it.... conscience?

 

[Domino]

There was another figure moving about the forest that day, drawn to this nexus by the Force in her search of a tree. Dressed in simple robes not unlike a Jedi's and apparently armed with only a metal pole casually slung over a shoulder the woman seemed not to notice the commotion or even any of the others converging on the clearing. Instead she leaned into a tree, placing the side of her face to it so she could listen to the rapping of her knuckles against it. Shaking her head and muttering to herself, she repeated this behavior a few more times never finding one that agreed with her as she slowly worked her way around the clearing.

 

[Ultimatum]

Ultimatum soon jumped from the back of the Forerunner onto the ground, leaving an inch thick imprint of his metallic feet and a loud thump. He sent the electronic signal for the ship to activate security measures and lock itself. Did not want some random organic running off with his ship. Not that he expected an organic would get far with it, the ship was mostly controlled by a droid brain, making the starship pretty much capable of flying itself. Ultimatum noted tracks, very very faint, an organic would probably miss them unless they looked very closely. The only reason he saw them so quickly was the advanced visual sensors and the fact that he had put all his systems on high output. This planet was incredibly dangerous, between the nightsisters and the rancors of various size it was a surprise that anything could live here at all. He had once thought about trying to actually hunt down the largest rancors, the Tyrant rancors, it was said even the witches of this planet avoided them, so dangerous were the beats.

He began following the tracks, they appeared to be made by feet wrappings rather than the more standard boots or shoes. This pointed to the possibility of native tracks. He was here for organic material, not a fight. If he could find some locals to speak to, he wanted to. He began following. He heard the sounds of battle relatively near, though with his sensors the way they were it might be a loud fight as far as a kilometer away. He began moving towards the sounds, and the tracks seemed to point in that direction either. He absently wondered if the witches were watching him now. Certainly scanners would pick up his metal heavy body with little interference. These were not the trees of Mykrr with high metal content that could obscure his presence.

[member="Winter Sovereign"] [member="Lavania"] [member="Henry Chinko"] [member="Jack Raxis"] [member="Althea Raxis"] [member="Domino"]

 

[Lavania]

[member="Ultimatum"] [member="Domino"] [member="Althea Raxis"] [member="Jack Raxis"] [member="Henry Chinko"] [member="Winter Sovereign"]

She was looking over things now and could feel it. There were a lot more people on the world as she was motioning to her friend climbing ato one of the dragon rancors while she held her staff. The mandalorian fashioned staff for the witches was a nice thing but it needed more and Basaba had visited to make the heads of the staves interchangable for different ones. So she was working on it and had given some over to the mandalorian for mass production to give her clan the distinction as well as finding what Cavataio's they could to bring them home. Slowly her rancor took to the air while the small witch stood on it going towards the largest gathering of ones on the world.

 

[Keiko Cavataio]

The forests and all the creatures were theirs to work with on things. She had her daughter [member="EnIece Cavataio"] here within the nightsisters compound but there was more while the shaman trained moved carefully into the woods. leaving a great deal of time with some of the things as she tapped a tree with her black eyes narrowing a little. There was other things here within the forest as she reached out feeling [member="Domino"] before some of the others and she was walking with her face set and tense before attention went to further out and away feeling one of the rancors flying overhead as more roamed around in herds walking.

 

[Vithar Seth]

Vithar plowed through the forest at an unnatural speed on all fours similar to a Vine cat but slowly he rose to his two feet as the Nightsisters began to catch up on him. Casting a glance over his shoulder as he sidestepped a tree Vithar looked back to see that more Nightsisters had joined in on the chase. Where had they come from? How had news even gotten to them? He wondered as he jumped off the ground and up onto a thick tree limb before pouncing off of it adding a spin. Four bolts from their energy bows flew straight past Vithar barely missing as he landed on another tree limb and began jumping from one to the other. The Nightsister he killed must have sent out a warning with her last breath and alerted her sisters to what he was doing.

The Nightsisters seemed to blur as they gave chase to the fleeing man their laughs and cackles echoing through the forest. Vithar knew he couldn't keep the pace up forever, he hadn't been fed properly in weeks and his muscles were beginning to burn and he lacked the energy to summon the force to aid him. It was only due to the natural physicality of a Andre'al that kept him slightly ahead of his past captors. Though with one final leap Vithar exploded through the foliage flying through the air where beneath him he saw a large group of beings. Some blue skinned, and two humans. However this momentary distraction cost him as a bolt finally caught him in the ribs. Falling to the ground holding his side Vithar released a roar fit more for a rancor then a human as he fell to the ground clutching his side. "Run you fools!" Vithar's voice screamed projected into all their minds simultaneously. [member="Jack Raxis"] [member="Henry Chinko"] [member="Winter Sovereign"]

 

[Voices of The Deep]

When the Queen of the North found the encrypted messages within his mothers journal about the planet of Dathomir Winter had expected a rather tribal based planet that possessed a substantial amount of savagery...but it turns out there was a lot more going down on this pathetic excuse of a planet. It only mildly interested her however...Winter was here for something and she could not let these trival affairs get in the way of her long term goals. The more time she wasted, the more of her people died. Not a concept she exactly enjoyed thinking about, but the harsh truth made her far more less likely to slack off or deviate. And as the sound of wicked cackling and hooting howled through the open air Winter simply glanced over her shoulder at Henry and narrowed her eyes tightly before returning her gaze ahead...and when a sudden behemoth of a man came crashing out of the underbrush only to get shot moments after and fall into the dirt Winter simply gazed down at him coldly. His warning feeling more like an insult as he used the force to infiltrate her mind with such a empty message.

Winter scoffed...looking up towards where the bolt had hit him from and scowling. Clenching her fist tightly and taking the first step forward.

"Silence you meager man. Be still." She replied, her voice cold and almost emotionless as she lifted a leg high and stepped over the injured man as he laid in the dirt, simply walking over him as if he were a puddle and walking into the thick woodland from whence he came. And when she stepped through she watched as Four rather oddly dressed females all skidded to a stop before her...clearly in the process of chasing the man behind him judging from their primitive weaponry. The four of them quickly backpedaled and took aim at the blue skinned female.

"Who the hell are you!? And where is our prisoner?" One of them barked rudely. Winter narrowed her eyes as those arms remained folded across her chest .

"Dead..." Winter quipped back, looking past the four witches and into the woods in the distance. "Now stand aside, i have no quarrel with you people." Winter explained bluntly. One of the ladies exchanged glances and slowly approached her, keeping the bow aimed in her face.

"You think we're idiots?" She asked with a hiss. Winter could feel the coldness in her hear begin to form into a storm at this comment.

And as one of the rouge nightsisters approached The Ice with that misplaced sense of control Winter quickly tossed her lightsaber past the group. Forcing the other two sisters to look behind them in alarm...during that moment, Winter threw her other arm forward and grabbed the son of a queen before her by the neck..Launching a knee into her mid section and forcing her to hunch over and gag while dropping her energy bow.

Quickly, Winder reached down and un-holstered the blaster on her hip and whipped it out, taking aim at one of the nightsisters who was quick on the draw and let an arrow go at Winter...Icy blue eyes flared with color, forcing the one she had in her grip up and using her as a meat shield as the bolt hit her in the back...Winter pulled the trigger and shot the one who had blasted her own sister in the back. Hitting her in the head with a single shot...

Winter let go of the witch in her grip with a slight shove...letting the body crash into the dirt as the last and final one fumbled for the string of her energy bow. Winter used the force and summoned the lightsaber she had thrown behind them, forcing the saber to fly towards the final Nightsister as she activated the saber, watching it impale her in the back and shine brightly through her chest as her eyes went wide in shock...falling to her knees and gagging for air.


From there Winter advanced. Ignoring the commotion that had just taken place and passing the witch with the saber in her back. "Come on Henry...keep up." She called behind her, grabbing the hilt of her lightsaber that stuck out the kneeling womans back in a reverse grip and deactivating it without even removing it first. The tribal witch simply keeled over into the dirt.

"I will not wait for you." She growled...and as she advanced into the woodland and put her lightsaber back into its holder the sudden sound of roaring erupted from above her. Winter paused to look up but was quickly met with traumatizing force to her temple from a rather painful kick. Winters head was forced to the side as she stumbled. Arms remaining at her sides as she slowly looked over to see a younger woman...clearly a witch as she balled her fist and began to throw punch after punch at Winter...

Each one of them connected...each more painful than the other as Winters face was used as little more than a punching bag for the young girl...The Ice Queen stumbled back and grunted from each hit...until finally the final one connected in a head-rumbling uppercut.

Winter was forced to gaze at the sky as her back arched from the strike...blood flowed from her nostrils as if they were a fountain as Winter slowly returned her body back to its original posture...back straight, head tucked and eyes narrowed as she gazed at the girl who assumed defensive position with her hands up...obviously expecting retaliation.


Winter merely stared...those cold blizzard like eyes staring into the girls own as uncertainty clouded her expression...obviously confused as to why Winter had not struck back. The woman crossed her arms back over her chest as her shoulders slouched.

"Were they you're sisters girl?" Winter asked directly, emotion void from her tone. The younger nightsister swallowed the lump in her throat and looked at the fallen witches behind her...giving a brief sob before nodding. Winters expression softened...blood dripping into the dirt between them and onto her expensive clothing. She had taken away probably the little family she had...how sad. Winter closed her eyes and sighed, not doing much about the blood that dripped from both nostrils.

"Good...now look to your elders girl. Let them be an example...savagery and cruelty will do nothing but put you into an early grave." Winter explained softly, Advancing forward as if she where a machine. Approaching the girl who stumbled back in fear, adrenaline gone from her body. Winter simply ghosted the girl, not sparing her a second glance as she walked by, doing nothing but patting her on the head and running her cold blue fingers through the dark hair of the girl. A small sign of comfort...as the Queen of the North advanced into the dark abyss...

Winter Sovereign...bowed to no one.

[member="Ultimatum"]
[member="Vithar Seth"]
[member="Keiko Cavataio"]
[member="Lavania"]
[member="Domino"]
[member="Althea Raxis"]
[member="Jack Raxis"]
[member="Henry Chinko"]
[member="Kad Argo"]