Queen of the Nightsisters
The newly wed Pomsty arranged for alone time with her Precious, without the usual interruptions caused by his galactic status. She requested his escort during a trek away from Malsheem to Mandalore of all places, a people nomadic like her own, yet as weaponized with blades and barbaric projectiles as the Nightsisters are adept, steeped in Magick.
She had articulated her entire itinerary to him, from her search for the Living Waters that were once hail to exist among the mines of Sundari, and desire to recreate the Mythosaur whose saliva was once secretly acquired by the Nightsisters of Dathomir and purposed for use in a most remarkable ancient potion, one not recreated in centuries.
His wifey number thirteen had hand packed her most alluring unmentionables, folded them carefully by hand and slipped them discreetly into her nearly bottomless carryall, her ensemble completed with her temptress perfume, intent to make the nights of this trip count as a second Honeymoon.
No longer simply his Mistress, her life felt like a fairytale. Nothing else had changed much but her status, and the amount of time he spent with her lately. She still labored over articles of protection for him; and she wanted to do this too for him.
The adventure lies in discovering the ancient dry bed where the Waters of Life last existed, to recreate it into current existence from the most delicate spiritual standpoint, and to then locate and unearth a single fossil with the intention of bringing the Mythosaur back to life.
They left Malsheem hand in hand by way of Netherworld Travel to peer out over the place where the ancient Civic Center once existed.
"If you don't mind."
The Nightsister waved her hands over her lover and dressed him in a truly brilliant disguise, then doing the same to herself so that the Mandalorians would not recognize their identity.
"You can kill them after we gather what I require," she said, knowing he wants to have his fun as well, and he should! Her way would make things easiest to accomplish their goal.
She had articulated her entire itinerary to him, from her search for the Living Waters that were once hail to exist among the mines of Sundari, and desire to recreate the Mythosaur whose saliva was once secretly acquired by the Nightsisters of Dathomir and purposed for use in a most remarkable ancient potion, one not recreated in centuries.
His wifey number thirteen had hand packed her most alluring unmentionables, folded them carefully by hand and slipped them discreetly into her nearly bottomless carryall, her ensemble completed with her temptress perfume, intent to make the nights of this trip count as a second Honeymoon.
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No longer simply his Mistress, her life felt like a fairytale. Nothing else had changed much but her status, and the amount of time he spent with her lately. She still labored over articles of protection for him; and she wanted to do this too for him.
The adventure lies in discovering the ancient dry bed where the Waters of Life last existed, to recreate it into current existence from the most delicate spiritual standpoint, and to then locate and unearth a single fossil with the intention of bringing the Mythosaur back to life.
They left Malsheem hand in hand by way of Netherworld Travel to peer out over the place where the ancient Civic Center once existed.
"If you don't mind."
The Nightsister waved her hands over her lover and dressed him in a truly brilliant disguise, then doing the same to herself so that the Mandalorians would not recognize their identity.
"You can kill them after we gather what I require," she said, knowing he wants to have his fun as well, and he should! Her way would make things easiest to accomplish their goal.
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