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[Witchmasters] Yavin IV: Disposition of the Grounds

Ashin Varanin

Professional Enabler
IC/ Yavin Four, controlled by Clan Rekali, had an awful lot of real estate. Refurbished starports, partially or wholly reconstructed temples, obscure village sites just waiting to be rebuilt. Within the overlap between Clan Rekali and the Witchmasters, and for certain political and ideological purposes, some of that property would now go to Witchmasters who'd proven their worth.

The ancient Imperial Guard Academy, partially rebuilt, contained the seeds of an excellent training facility as well as a small starport. That site was gifted to [member="Asemir Lor'kora"].

The Temple of Fire, a sacrificial and alchemical site with an internal colosseum large enough to land a capital ship, was one of the most powerful Massassi locations ever. It was gifted to @Ostanes.

A former Rebel Alliance outpost, comprising two weathered but intact permacrete domes, was gifted to [member="Vulgrim Blackwell"].

[member="Kaeda Vevut"] received a colony village site containing an eight-century-old Force-sensitive tree.

[member="Kytarra Hawk"] received the Temple of the Blueleaf Cluster, near Port Shardrock and the Jedi Academy.

[member="Cennika Hawk"] received a slim tower, Luke Skywalker's private hideaway.

[member="Anija Betna"] received the Palace of the Woolamander, near Port Shardrock and the Jedi Academy.

[member="Edison Bulkhead"] received Temple Atun, associated with lots of interesting critters.

[member="Sumiko Tanaka"] received the Temple of Sacrifice.

[member="Curupira Hawk"] received the Temple of Exar Kun,

[member="Mia Monroe"] received a refurbished labor outpost, one of the planet's better small starports - and useful for, say, vornskr breeding.

[member="Iegoris Verd"] received a refurbished mining outpost, one of the planet's better small starports.

[member="Skye Mertaal"] received the refurbished former Alliance Central Clinic, a useful private medical facility.

[member="Daedel"] received an ancient Dark Jedi enclave to use as she saw fit.

[member="Fabula Caromed"] and [member="Fable Merrill"] received an ancient pirate fortress, partially renovated.

[member="Alaric D'Lessio"] received an ancient Imperial fortress, partially renovated.

[member="Isley Verd"] received the ruins of the Sith Emperor's sanctuary.

OOC/ Plz post IC in this thread, accepting and taking possession of your reward. Ideally, give some idea of how you'll use the property - refit, repurpose, rent, sell. Go nuts, do as you will.
 

Cennika Hawk

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She hadn't been to Yavin IV since the Mando'ade had reclaimed it after the events that saw billions vanish into something that she had learned was the Netherworld of the Force, but forests, jungles, privacy, and solitude were fond things to the renewed witch, so to have been granted a small holding within the Witch King [member="Ember Rekali"]'s own clan territory was a welcome blessing. Though shipboard life was what she had long-since become accustomed to, a planetside foothold away from the land of her birth was an asset worth having... and she found the thought of that privacy for herself and [member="Naimes Ahn-Dross"] to be very desireable, in the context of the relationship between them that hadn't been one of solely respect for the other's skills for very long before it became something else entirely.

It made them nigh-inseparable, and territorial over one another. "There," she remarked, squinting off into the distance at the stony white form betwixt the trees, that tower which blended into the horizon as one's gaze travelled up it, "just there," and she indicated with a finger pointing it out, at the end of an extended arm. A breeze just outside of gentle rustled through the forest, and pulled hair clear back from her cheeks as she did, billowing the raven fibres out behind her, "do you see it?"

Her arm dropped, a smile of fire granting a curve to her lips. Oh yes, such privacy would be very useful, indeed.
 
Standing at the gates of the outpost, Mia felt a sense of awe, not because the outpost was anything particularly special, or impressive in appearance. It was as one could expect in the grand scheme of things.

Mia was in awe because it was a gift. Her very own star port. The possibilities and oppurtunties seemed endless in her mind, here was somewhere she could start again, a foothold to step back up into a world she'd forgotten. Beside her, Shadow gave a low rumbling growl of approval and her hand fell to his flank.

Breathing in a deep breath she exhaled, letting the tension ease out of her shoulders as she did. Tearing her eyes away, she looked down at her four legged companion with a smile. "Go, I know you're dying to investigate." She tapped the vornskr hybrid gently and watched as his muscles coiled and he launched himself ahead of her and through the gates.

"Thank you." She breathed, moving forward in Shadow's wake.

[member="Ember Rekali"]
 
In the Darkness there is Truth
Ancient temple. Halls permeated with the energies of the Force. Plenty of overgrown vines and skeletons. Two ladies walked through the corridors, followed by a small escort composed of droids. One woman was of medium height, Atrisian and had black hair. Her Force Signature radiated significant strength in the Dark Side. A lightsabre was clipped to her belt, whilst a holstered blaster pistol rested on her thigh.


Her companion was a good deal taller, but weaker in the Force. Her skin was a dark grey, her eyes yellow and her long hair was white. Whereas the Atrisian woman was casually dressed like a spacer, the drow was still wearing rather concealing robes despite the heat, for her kind was not used to being exposed to the sun. She carried a Force imbued blade with her.


"The spirits are strong in this place. I can feel their power. It is an ancient one," the drow spoke. Her voice had a melodic quality to it. There was a note of wonder to her voice, though she tried to suppress it.


"Behold, the Temple of Sacrifice. Yes, that's the actual name." Sumiko said sarcastically. "Here, Vitiate established his sanctuary, seeking to use an ancient artefact to restore himself should he be driven to the brink of death. Revan and his cult of deluded fools took over the moon...and tried to use the artefact to bring the Emperor back and finally kill him."


The drow frowned, then shook her head. "An absurd plan. Deluded manlings. You told me this...Revan already failed to defeat the monstrosity centuries before that? How could he think it was a wise plan to raise his old foe?" The Atrisian had been given her lessons, for she liked to talk a lot.


Sumiko just shrugged and chuckled. "I hope you appreciate the irony of the situation, my dear Zyanya. The Republic and the Sith tracked the cult down and made war upon this moon...and all the deaths brought about Vitiate's return. He went on to devour a planet."


Zyanya's features darkened as realisation dawned upon her. "You seek to mock me by reminding me of my greatest folly? I am aware that is was my actions that inadvertently awakened Mystra and brought ruin to my people when I sought to prevent it? It is a shame I will bear..."


"Do not speak to me of shame or guilt, girl," Sumiko snapped harshly. "You saw beyond the narrow-minded stupidity of your council and took charge of your own destiny. That is something I can commend. But...good intentions can easily lead to ruin. The road to hell is paved with them."


"I know that well. I was raised in a nest of vipers, Lady. The memory of my folly will empower me. I can take some solace in the fact that the council paid for raising her from her tomb."


"Then take heed and listen. Vitiate was the most powerful Forcewielder of his age. Less a man and more a Force entity. Yet, in the end, even he perished."


"No more a deity than the mad queen Mystra. How did he meet his end?"


"Oh, the sources are ambiguous, beyond mentioning a certain 'Outlander'." Mainly because the latest chapter of the Fallen Empire had not been released yet! "But he died and his empire is dust. The Sith and the Jedi kept fighting their war for aeons and will continue to do so."


Zyanya examined some arcane symbols on an obelisk before looking back at Sumiko. Pain, death and suffering had left their mark upon this place, but it was still filled with power. Old knowledge lay buried here, it could serve her well. "Like the racial and religious wars on Tygara. You sky people can construct great weapons than level entire cities, ships that traverse the void and machines with metal minds...yet your hearts are no different from ours. It all comes down to those who have the power and those who don't. The strong do as they will, and the weak suffer what they must."


Sumiko smiled thinly. The smile did not reach her eyes. It never did. "Indeed. These ideological crusades, Light and Dark, all this prattling about civilisation, these coloured lines we draw across the map...none of this has any meaning."


"Then even the Eldorai and the humans' supremacy over my people will only be transient. Once the Xioquo realise they are not deities or daemons, but people of flesh and blood like they....and harness their technology. We will have our revenge one day," the drow frowned. "What use do you intend for this temple? It still contains significant power."


"Perhaps. The future is always in a flux, though the image of Kerrigan being cast down and humbled affords me a measure of amusement. As for this place, sanctuary, storage site for artefacts...and a place to perform rituals and sorcery. Come on, we have some renovation work to do."
 
Some might have turned their noses up, for surely the Temple had seen a few decades worth of better days... But not the Thamaturge, no not him by a longshot. When he had gotten the missive from Ember, he had been touched by the gift, but the actual description wasn't such that he immediately recognized what the location was. Suspicions, yes. But Yavin had been the site of many things throughout the years, and so he had nothing concrete for suspicion and definitive identification. But regardless, a certain thrill had filled him when he had read the words, and a certain amount of almost sentimental gratitude. Devotee of the Darkside or not, he was still distinctly mortal and had feelings and emotions. And the gesture touched him, to be certain.

So he had set out, with a small cadre of qo'saarai tuk'ata armored in rather muted looking leather and spears, a few sporting leather helms and other pieces. These would mark out rank of sorts, or abilities. Training had begun in earnest for his bodyguards, and he had started by selecting those that several rituals then focused into his Seers Throne. It had bound the magic and focused the spells, allowing him to chose twelve of the most adept of varying abilities and skill sets. Stealth, Force, Brute Strength, and other qualities. Twelve who would form the leaders who would help further train and elevate these people. Rave had begun this work, and he would be sure to finish it.

White robes brushed past a chunk of stone as he came to the edge of the clearing and looked. And as the robes passed over, silver masked face saw eyes of vicious amber widen in shock as he finally identified what precisely it was he had been gifted by the Witch King. The temple was sprawling, and as he saw it, the aura of its' power hit him fully, a resonance in the Dark-Side of the Force that echoed in his soul and caused a sort of maddened jibbering from Obeah. Death, pain, and worse had made their home here, and power coursed from it and echoed within the very stones, one of which he stood upon with his left heel. The sith wyrms were nutured here. The Massassai had been warped and twisted here, and the ship of Naga Sadow had lain in berth here....

This was the Temple of Fire, a veritable holy-place of Alchemical power... And it was his...
 
Asemir Lor'kora let out a sigh as he stepped into the Academy. The crisp conditioned air was a nice contrast to the humidity outside, and the gray, utilitarian walls were clean and devoid of the plant and fungal growth of the Yavin jungle. It looked like restoration was proceeding quite nicely.

The Forgotten nodded at a group of workers that were busy installing a comm system and he stepped beside some droids as they dragged a large, cumbersome practice dummy towards one of the target ranges built into the Academy's basement. It didn't take him long to find his office, and to his delight, he found it furnished with just the essentials of running a training center. That suited him just fine, as he preferred to avoid clutter at his work space.

Asemir's pack made a muffled thud as he set it down next to the desk, and he turned to stare through the office window. The Academy had been a gift from [member="Ember Rekali"] for his efforts on Kitan. It had been used eons ago to train the Imperial Guard of the Sith Empire, and while the facility had lain abandoned for hundreds of years, restoration was almost done. The Rekali family had access to numerous laborers and droids, and the work had been swift.

Asemir smiled. It was nice to have a dedicated facility where he could pass along his years of martial wisdom to a new generation. It was certainly better than a life of running and gunning. Well, that wasn't quite true, he decided after a moment of reflection. Academia would get boring after a while, which meant he'd likely take some breaks and return to the fast-pace action of being a bounty hunter.

But, for now, he would locate suitable teachers and raise up a new generation of soldiers for his new family.
 
Wicked Witch of Schwartzweld
It was the weirdest thing, the redhead declared in her mind as her Executive Cruiser came to a halt in front of the large Temple. She pulled up and moved her legs to the side, sliding against the doors, her golden gaze resting quickly on the large structure. The Temple of Exas Kun, or the Tomb or the Dark Temple. The last bit had a nice ring to it, the Witch thought as she moved towards the entrance. A gift for her involvement with the Witchmasters, Curupira had been told once the instruction on how to get here had been given to her. A reward, for which she said her thanks. She wasn't foreign to the idea of rewards, of course. Even the Cruiser she road now and the ship in which she'd arrived in and the ship she'd landed on Yavin IV were a gift from her former faction but the size of this thing left the woman at awe.

Before her travel, Curupira had looked it up and hired someone to set up a few details that the Temple seemed to lack. Now a small alien opened the doors and hurried to her side. "Knight Hawk," the man called out to her, his accent hard. "Come inside. Everything had been done according to your words." She looked at him now, his short head and funny ears. He seemed cheerful, a trait she liked in anyone. "Yeah, okay." She just gave him and the alien moved ahead of her, giving her the tour. All the while, he showed her the tiny changes he'd done it. New locks on the system, an upgrade to the security, a comm system. Everything else was more housekeeping as Curupira wanted to keep the Temple unharmed. It was a tomb after all, and she did have respect for the dead.

The short alien led her into the throne room as the last stop on the tour and then up the stairs towards the throne, pointing his fingers to the arm panel on one side. The center of all the new electronics was on the throne itself, allowing Curupira full control of security and communication. Beyond that was a door, to which the alien pointed next. There was a back room there, small, refitted as her own her sleeping quarters. It wasn't that Curupira planned on living in the Temple but if she planned on sticking around for a while, it seemed like a thing to do. "Thank you," She said plainly and turned around, taking in the size of the place. It took only a few moments before the redhead smiled. This place would be a delightful changed in comparison to Dathomir's forests, when her entering her birth clan was still extremely limited due to her old life choices. More so though, the throne room was spooky and mighty enough for her to want to train others here.

Curupira planned on using most of the Temple for training but the Throne room had that beautiful spooky feeling that thrilled her.
 
The Temple of the Blue Leaf Cluster

Thump.

The sound of the top of Kytarra's staff struck the ground. A sweep of iridescence leather and the jingle of bone, polished stone, and feathers came next. A deep intake of breath would breathe in the heavy moisture in the air. It was humid. A thick mist clung to the jungle leaves, and before her milky white gaze, lay the Temple of the Blue Leaf Cluster.

Clan Rekali had bequeathed her this temple. Its name came from the fact that images of blueleaf shrub leaves were carved into the outer surface of the temple. The Blueleaf Temple was half as tall as the Massassi Temple, but had a proportionately wider base. The majority of the temple was taken up by a single vast opening, with stairs leading up and down to levels of alcoves carved into the walls. It was said that the temple contained a mysterious blue energy crystal.

Whether or not the mysterious blue energy crystal was there did not matter to the Shaman of Singing Mountain Clan. No, what mattered was the future. Heavy lay the energy within the grounds, but within it there was purpose.

Yess...

Purpose.

This would be the training grounds for prospective shamen's like her.
 
[ Refurbished former Alliance Central Clinic, a useful private medical facility. ]

For a moment, the Hunter simply let her gaze stare at the fine aurabesh sigils. Clan Rekali, the one Mandalorian Clan she had identified with for some time, was dispositioning several of their refurbished grounds.

Alliance Central Clinic had been given to her.

Few knew the true reasons why the woman struggled with Force inhibiting pills. Much the less, the origins stories. Her history. Ember never asked, he respected her that much. But at his passing, Skye Mertaal felt regret in that.

She'd been hiding for so long, it had become second nature. The mask had become the woman. Was it worth it?

Existential queries aside, what was she to do with the clinic? A small part of her wondered if perhaps she could simply keep herself in the dark, let the clinic continue as it may. There was no need to change how it had been handling its business. All it meant is that any profits would be directed elsewhere.

A nod.

That made sense. With a sigh the woman would lean across her pilot seat towards a small compartment beside the console. There, a flick of a hidden switch and it popped open, baring a bottle of the finest Narcolethe. It had seen a few uncorkings now and then. This one was for Clan Rekali. For Ember.

A shot glass of the liquor and she held it aloft. Memories bled together and her lips drew tight.

"Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum."
 

Edison Bulkhead

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Edison Bulkhead reigned her magnificent blue spider in at the base of Temple Atun. Dismounting, she looked up. Here, at the base, she was unable to see its top; the structure rose steeply, rising above the treetops of Yavin 4.

Reaching out, the witch could feel life within the temple's walls; hawkbats and stonekites among others. She smiled, filled with pride at the gift Clan Rekali had bestowed upon her. It hadn't been all that long ago that she'd left her home on Felucia, nervous for the future. Now she stood at the base of her own stone aerie, a place where she could gather, train, meditate, watch and learn.

The first thing she would do would be to find appropriate quarters for herself. Next would be to evaluate the space. And then...and then...

She smiled to herself. Check the food chain. Set up supply lines. Put the word out: we're buying and selling.

Here there be monsters.
 

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