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Post by Spectres of Midnight on Mar 1, 2019 11:37:03 GMT -8
Prakira looked down at the blueprints as Lizbeth slipped them over for her viewing. As she looked them over, part of her curiosity still remained upon the girl and their similar interests. The simple fact was she held a bit of excitement within her. Perhaps they could grow together, be able to talk about what they learned and grow all the more from it. And, at the same time, become friendly rivals, much like Zul and Zar or Cinnik and Carvish were.
"So what got you into this particular interest? The actual details behind such an art seem a little out there for most. Have you gotten very far with the mental mazes Master Phoenix had us do?" The questions came with a faint smile, though her golden eyes never once left the blueprints. She could tell that Lizbeth had been at this for some time, perhaps even longer than she had her own studies. She wasn't the most versed in such things, so there was little she could truly deduce from what she saw. After a few moments, she gave a faint sigh as she looked back to Lizbeth. She might not have understood the blueprints, but perhaps there was other knowledge the human had that she could think on. "This Vasari. Who is she exactly? The name sounds a bit familiar but I can't seem to put a face to it. Perhaps we can find something through what you know about her.
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Post by Lizbeth Klassen on Mar 1, 2019 18:32:18 GMT -8
Lizbeth watched the young Zabrak study the blueprints for a moment as she asked her questions. Thinking for a moment, she finally answered the first question that had been asked. Folding her arms across her chest, she spoke. "Mental manipulations has always been fascinating to me. Being able to invade another's mind as subtly or as forcefully as desired is such an interesting concept. Master Phoenix's teaching, while a little more grey than I would prefer, have been incredibly helpful." The young woman unfolded her arms and moved back to her seat, pulling it up to the table as she sat down. The questions about Vasari caused her to smirk slightly. An area where she truly excelled at, knowing anything and everything possible about Vasari. "Vasari Nightshade is the Sith'ari's current apprentice. She was trained here in this very academy. She was here when the Sith'ari invaded. I don't quite see how hearing what I know about Vasari will be helpful, but you might be on to something..."The young woman trailed off as she continued to think, waiting for Kira's next question.
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Post by Spectres of Midnight on Mar 2, 2019 7:16:16 GMT -8
Prakira nodded as she leaned back in her seat, listening to Lizbeth speak of her interests.
"The power most Sith seek is great an all, but the ability to break into the mind, to manipulate it is a far greater strength. One thing I have come to learn from Master Phoenix's teachings is that power will fade with time and use, but at no point until you are dead are you truly unable to fight back. But if you take the mind, you can break or control that power and the spirit within. From there, it becomes much easier to obtain victory." She then looked to the ceiling as Lizbeth began speaking about Vasari, trying to work to piece together what she could. A smirk came to her lips as the idea played in her mind, that this scenario was but another test for those seeking the same knowledge Vasari knew. "If we know the way she thought, her value on such knowledge, maybe we can follow in her footsteps. Think like her. Based on this, we can easily assume she valued the same knowledge we do. Perhaps this is less of her hiding the books for herself or any form of protection, but a test. I can bet only those who truly have a drive for such arts would try to tackle a riddle or puzzle to obtain greater knowledge. Perhaps she left small clues hidden around for us to find. Then again, I may be thinking too much into it."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2019 9:57:07 GMT -8
Aurra Rook a female Twi'lek was in the library reviewing a few old dusty tomes, when she overheard a couple of younger girls speaking in hushed voices. It was hard to make out what they were saying, but she did happen to catch a name. Aurra recognized the name, it was the Sith'ari's current apprentice Vasari. Aurra knew only Vasari's reputation, she never meet the women before. Aurra thought that it was a little strange that they were speaking about Vasari, but didn't give it much thought and went back to her dusty old tomes.
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Post by Lizbeth Klassen on Mar 23, 2019 9:54:09 GMT -8
Lizbeth listened thoughtfully. Kira was quite smart. Lizbeth had been thinking along those very same lines, but it didn't sound nearly as useful when she had thought of it. Hearing it out loud, it actually sounded like a plan. Nodding, Lizbeth pointed to a faded section of the Archive schematics. "Here. During the Sith'ari's invasion of the planet and his conquest of the Academy, Vasari ended up over in this area with the Blademaster...perhaps there is a clue somewhere there?" She suggested, looking to Kira with an eyebrow raised.
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Post by Spectres of Midnight on Mar 23, 2019 10:04:02 GMT -8
Prakira looked at the location Lizbeth mentioned. She sat there thinking for a few moments before standing to her feet.
"It doesn't hurt to try. We won't get anywhere just sitting around throwing around ideas. Let's take a look." Looking back between the schematics and the library itself, she worked to define a position so to define a direction, once she was done, she began walking away, only stopping to wait for Lizbeth.
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Post by Lizbeth Klassen on Mar 23, 2019 10:08:24 GMT -8
Gathering up her datapad from the table, Lizbeth jogged briefly to catch up with Kira. Falling into step beside her, she smirked. Exploring the Academy with someone else was much more enjoyable than running around alone.
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Post by Spectres of Midnight on Mar 23, 2019 10:15:57 GMT -8
As Lizbeth caught up to her, Prakira continued on as she moved down the aisles of books. They went on for a few minutes before the Zabrak came to a stop. She was certain that she was following the plans right, but for some reason, something seemed off. The area they were seeking wasn't there. It was marked differently than the rest, so it was possible there had been renovations that sealed that area off. Looking back to Lizbeth, she wanted to make sure that she hadn't led off course and that what they sought was somewhere around their location.
"We didn't take a wrong turn or anything did we? I'm sure this was around the area you mentioned on the chematics."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2019 18:20:32 GMT -8
Galactic History and Planetary History section of the Library.
Vendel walked into the library and proceeded towards the section that held the histories on the galaxy and Iridonia's history. Vendel knew that what he was looking for was located in this section of the library. He walked through the bookcases that were filled with handwritten tomes, he gathered up several tomes that regard Iridonia and its relation to the galaxy as a whole. Vendel sat himself down at a table and began to read and flip through the pages of the tomes, these tomes were eye witness accounts of things that took place on Iridonia. He hoped that one of these tomes would tell him about the forgotten section of the Academy, a place where could study and become stronger.
Hours later.
Not finding what he needed, Vendel walked into the Archives and began a a complete search on all records that related to Iridonia and the Sith Academy. One file caught his eye, which stated that only other place that housed a library with as many handwritten tomes was once the home of the now Lord Znalost. This intrigued him so much so that he began to look up all records on the dark lord.
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Post by Lizbeth Klassen on Apr 26, 2019 9:35:48 GMT -8
As Lizbeth caught up to her, Prakira continued on as she moved down the aisles of books. They went on for a few minutes before the Zabrak came to a stop. She was certain that she was following the plans right, but for some reason, something seemed off. The area they were seeking wasn't there. It was marked differently than the rest, so it was possible there had been renovations that sealed that area off. Looking back to Lizbeth, she wanted to make sure that she hadn't led off course and that what they sought was somewhere around their location.
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Post by Spectres of Midnight on Apr 26, 2019 10:42:14 GMT -8
Prakira merely watched as Lizbeth closed her eyes and began to focus. Keeping her senses alert, she was ready for anything should something unsavory happen. After a few minutes, the woman pulled at a book and a passageway opened before them. She smirked a bit before looking inside, seeing the cobwebs.
"It doesn't look like its been used in quite some time. Ugh, just had to be filled with cobwebs, didn't it?" Giving a roll of her eyes and a quick sigh, she took a few steps forward. "Well, let's see what secrets Vasari has been keeping from the rest of the academy. A secret we shall keep for ourselves." With those words, she gave a smirk as she looked back to Lizbeth.
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Post by Vasari on Sept 24, 2019 20:38:44 GMT -8
*A darkly shrouded woman's figure moved across the open courtyard just in front of the columns of the Archives. It was night, most of the students were abed or up in the dorms studying by this hour, and those would have been the worst of the worst - the ones like her. She paused, her hand resting on the column as she peered out over the courtyard, figures appeared in her eyes a group of students gathered around a boy juggling balls infused with lightning through telekinesis. A young girl pushed through the crowd followed soon after by a boy only a year or two younger, obviously chasing her. The girl moved through the center of the crowd taking control of one of the balls, overpowering the one who had the hold on them and tossing it into the boy following her - it would look like the one juggling had mishandled the act and the boy was struck as a result. The girl didn't even look back as she pushed on through the columns and into the archives. The sound of the upthrust of the cargo ship that had brought her unwittingly planet-side pulled her from the memory and she tilted her head to watch the ship move up into the upper atmosphere.
The shrouded figure moved between the columns and into the Archives, through the foyer and into the stacks. Within moments she was lost in the labyrinth of books, holocrons, computer files and terminals, and several other informational storage devices that served as basic information for the students here. Histories, Biographies, instruction manuals, Force Theory... there were a million things here that the Master's all saw as information valuable to the young minds growing here. The main problem was that with the Sith'ari's open war against most of the surrounding sectors the information coming into the academy here was difficult to sort through and catalogue. Anything deemed to powerful for the students was sorted out by the masters, and anything deemed to significant for the masters, was sent to Mustafar, for the Sith'ari's private libraries, and the for the Agents of the Blackguard. Even still, there was information here from before the Sith'ari's rise, in the days when the old Masters would send out graduated students to the corners of the Galaxy in search of information, in search of power. These apprentices and acolytes were known as Gillers and had the invasion not changed the command structure of the academy here on Iridonia then the figure making her way into the depths of the archives she would have been one. And she would have been very good at it.*
"You're almost home..."
*The woman's voice was broken, almost weak and she was speaking in a hushed voice to something she clutched within the folds of her cloak, tight to her chest - something heavy. She moved her way into a room with other books in waist high shelves but otherwise the room was quiet empty, with a long expanse of wall at the end of the room that looked like it would hold an exit, but didn't. She moved to the back of the room and reached out a hand towards the wall but paused. Two memories flooded her mind and played out before her like holograms playing within the room, she watched them both and her mind worked in two pieces taking in both memories - one of them was hers, the other was the rooms. The first memory was a fellow student attempting to kill her - she had turned the tables on him using a very rare bit of Sorcery and had 'convinced him' to kill himself. The other memory was of two students in this room, looking at the wall as if for something, one of them pulled a book from a nearby shelf and the wall opened for them...
Bright yellow eyes peered out from the hood but there was only silence. One of her secrets had been found. This corridor would have led them through a series of downward slopping passage ways and into a deeper section of the Archives, older, less sorted than the Stacks, a place where knowledge might have gone overlooked for centuries. The end of the passage would lead them into a reading room that Vasari had used when she was a student here. Its where she had kept her memory puzzle, the accumulation of her knowledge while at the Academy, within its mesmerizing walls was information on the Heart of Stone, the Mind of Many, secrets of the Archives like this one here, even secrets on the Spirit Ichor and mental manipulation techniques the Master Sorceress at the time had refused to teach her, and so she had found out on her own. It would have been a treasure trove, for any student smart enough to find it. Clearly for any two students... if they had the wit and strength of mind to solve the puzzle, and open it.
With this secret revealed she turned away from the passage and moved on towards another, deeper into the archives perhaps one that would still be unknown, still be safe...
"You'll be safe here..."
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Post by Vasari on Sept 27, 2019 6:20:55 GMT -8
It took the cloaked figure another hour before she felt comfortable slipping away into another one of her secret places scattered throughout the archives. The sheer size of the building was staggering yes, but what made the archives so difficult to navigate was the way it was built into the mountain. The Academy itself was situated on and around a cliff side, and the archives itself was built down into the rock, deeper and deeper without any thought to standard flooring and with no idea of which floor you were on. Because it was underground that made it even more difficult to navigate due to the lack of lighting. Unless you carried light with you or, like the Zabrak's could see in low light or no light, you would be utterly lost. The figure moving through the maze of old books had grown up here, finding solace in these hidden places in her youth, which is why she had returned here now. The room she had come to rest in now was just a simple reading room, small with a cot and an old candle, when she crossed into the room she placed a hand on the narrow archway and another memory passed through her mind. A young acolyte sat reading from an old book, she had found it weeks prior and the fact that she was still reading it wore heavily on her, she was agitated... frustratedly flipping back and forth through a section of text she read, then reread over and over again.
the subject matter of the text was an old mind control tactic known as the Qazoi Kyantuska. she was slowly learning that it was not as simple as mind control. Mind control was easy - once you understood the nature of it. You influence the force in ways that make the one you are controlling view things in a certain way. It was akin to illusions in a way, it wasn't real and an experienced or disciplined mind could always sense that. The Qazoi Kyantuska was different. If Mind Tricks were the art of making things SEEM, then the Qazoi Kyantuska was the art of making things BE! And that is what the young girl was struggling with. The walls of the small room shook and dust fell from the ceiling causing the girl to look up in alarm... and then the memory faded away.The figure remembered that was the day the Academy had been attacked, and her entire life had changed. She exhaled softly and moved into the room, pulling a small bloodstained-cloth wrapped book from her robe and placing it gingerly on the table before falling into the cot and closing her eyes in exhaustion. She was home... she was safe....
Storm clouds were on the horizon - the sun was already slipping beyond the horizon and pretty soon they would lose all light. "We have to get indoors" She found herself saying this storm will be bad, i can feel it. She looked over her shoulder and saw the a purple and red shadow following her, it was clearly a woman's form but she couldn't make out who it was for several long moments, it didn't seem to be her priority however as she moved towards the mouth of a cave near the castle Lord Maul had taken residence in after his escape from the Empire...
As dreams do she shifted in time and when she looked up she could see the woman clear as daylight sitting across from a small fire smiling at her, she was talking - they had been talking for some time but she couldn't remember what was said. It didn't seem to matter, small things, quiet things... feelings or memories were that way sometimes, it wasn't what was said, it was that they were there together sharing time - and even though the storm raged outside the mouth of the cave she felt warm - and it wasn't the fire that gave her the feeling.
She climbed the steps - they were wet and the wind was still buffeting their cloaks around their bodies but she was determined. They hadn't met resistance yet, which wasn't rare... Dathomir was a relatively underpopulated planet... it was beginning to worry her, but her companions confidence, and that ever present feeling in her mind stilled her to peace...
They were arguing now, that Peace had turned to Turmoil and the ocean of her mind was beginning to reflect the storm clouds above them. They were under the open sky, atop the castle Maul had used as a fortress on the planet to run his underworld operations, She was expecting the book to be here, somewhere but that wasn't the cause of their argument, it was deeper, more personal than that. She couldn't make out words, but she knew in her heart the subject matter. "No! It wasn't like that Aleena!" She found herself shouting back, attempting to force understanding on a mind that wouldn't hear it. "Please no! Dont do this!" The dream had turned dark now, it was no longer a reoccurring memory but a nightmare brought upon by the fever that had set into her mind and her body...
She shifted uncomfortably now pulled out of the deepest parts of sleep as the nightmare faided, her eyes fluttering rapidly beneath their lids, her cloak was still wrapped tightly around her body. She was drenched with sweat now and even her sleep she fought to cool herself, attempting to shift out of her cloak though ever movement was slow and lethargic. She called out in despair - the remnants of her nightmare still fresh in her mind that sense of loss and defeat fresh. She had failed so completely even now she was lucky to even be alive. Eventually she shifted completely out of her cloak, and now she lay on the cot nearly bare, only her short skirt, breast wrap, and a blood soaked bandage covering her body. The bandage wrapped around her midsection the blood coming from one side just beneath the ribs. The bandage was dark brown in spots and bright red in others giving the impression that the wound had been closed and reopened several times over the last few days. A darker spot in her cloak gave evidence that she had bled through the bandage so completely to have stained the dark material of her cloak. The only adornment she wore now was a ring, and there was no saberstaff on her either... it too along with everything else she prized, had been lost on Dathomir.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2019 16:04:22 GMT -8
Prakira made herself int the library, mind racing still from the treasures she and Lizbeth had found weeks before. It had been easy enough to keep her focus during her lessons with Gavin, but outside of that, her mind kept moving back to all the books found hidden away by the Vasari Lizbeth spoke of. She found it quite amusing, hearing the other girl speak of the older woman. She seemed to deeply respect, if not idolize Vasari almost in a similar way she noticed Kosrezic was in regard to Luxeria. The only difference was the fact they had all met the fiery-haired woman and could feel her power. Beautiful, confident, and powerful, just being in the woman's presence had been a treat. It wasn't hard to gather the similarities between the Twi'lek and the woman. Yet, as far she knew, there was no one present in the academy by the name of Vasari. She had heard rumors, so she was real, and for all that Lizbeth learned, there wasn't definitely something to the woman. But to know that much to want to be trained by her, it was hard to fathom where all that information originated from.
Taking a seat at one of the tables, Prakira set a memory puzzle down and looked it over. One of the treasures that had been in that hidden chamber. They had agreed to share the few books they had taken, which was currently with her partner in crime, though Prakira kept the puzzle. Lizbeth seemed less interested in it. Still, it resembled the maze puzzles Gavin had them working on and they excited her, making her want to dive into it. She had refrained, however, working to finish all the other ones within the library. This one had been hidden so perhaps there was something special about it. That was all it took to keep her at bay. A little treat, so to speak.
Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes, hands resting on the table circling around it. She let her mind slip from her body and focused upon the puzzle, letting herself slip into the maze that rested before her, ready to unlock its secrets.
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Post by Vasari on Oct 7, 2019 10:35:53 GMT -8
The next night had passed in the same sort of fitful sleep that become the norm for her. Since she had returned to the Academy she hadn't left the hole in the wall room that she had secreted herself into. After the first night she had awoke in a fevered sweat, half covered in blood from the wound that had reopened on her abdomen. She sealed the wound once again, with ichor lightning and a small bit of sorcery that she had learned from the book that Viox had given her before Anzat. The Sith Emperor had learned spells to harvest life force to turn it into an energy he could feed off of, it was what had kept him alive for so long, and after a fair bit of working, and turning the spell he used to her own purpose the girl had learned how to do a small bit of self healing with it, however it was not healing such as the jedi would use, she needed a source, and the only source she had was herself, and so she pulled from her own failing health to once again attempt to seal the wound at her side, stopping the bleeding, but tipping her closer to the edge of exhaustion. The only thing that kept her running now was a deep seeded anger and self loathing that only came with one thing... a failing of the heart. As the wound closed again - a light green scar of charred flesh covering the space between the third and fourth rib leading straight to her heart - she tried to bind it but the movement was too much for her and once more she slipped into unconsciousness...
She was back on the roof of the outpost, rain was coming down hard now, the morning mist had lifted but a heaviness still hung in the air around her. Luxeria couldn't even bring herself to look her way much less talk about what had happened the night before. The Witches who had taken up residence in the ruined castle had been playing cat and mouse with them for the last several days, picking at their subconscious, turning them against one another... in this way quite effectively. Her mind had been broken two nights prior and she could barely calm the sea inside her enough to think much less cast against them. She felt them though, the would come soon...
The memory faded in ways that only a dream can make them and before she knew the difference she was somewhere else, at another time, a pedestal in the dark - a book just waiting. It was a trap, but this is what they had come for. Luxeria hadn't spoken since their argument, but her eyes were sharp and she held her sabers ready to kill anything that stood against them. Her power was unquestionable and she was just looking for some reason to release the anger she had been building up inside her - or at least that is how it felt to her... she had never been weaker in her life than this. Everything she had ever known had been called into question and she had failed, not only Luxeria, but herself as well.
She had the book and they were running through dark corridors, the sound of laughter and shadows dogging their steps. Her heart was racing but she clutched the book to her chest and pushed herself faster. It was wrapped in a piece of cloth to protect it from dust and bugs and the weather, but she could feel it, this is what she had come for...
They were surrounded on the roof top, cut off from the only way down, She had drawn her weapon and was back to back with Luxeria just as they had fought together on Mustafar, but everything felt wrong, they didn't sync up like that had then, Luxeria was keeping her out, and the fragments of her own mind couldn't balance the force and the struggle inside her. They were being slowly pried apart and the moment Luxeria lashed out to kill two of them in a brilliant display of acrobatic skill, but Vasari was a step behind to follow and they were separated, surrounded by more of them than either could fight. She was terrified, she had never felt such fear and emptiness in her entire life and even though she could see the same calm cool on Luxeria's face she couldn't feel it, she felt nothing. She had trained for this feeling, the brink of defeat where the weak perished and the strong persevered but she didn't see a way out of this for the both of them... It was over.
The ground was shaking beneath them, Vasari had lifted the entire ceiling from the rest of the castle and they were all off balance because of it, there was a rage in her eyes, a bright fierce power that she hadn't felt before. The ring at her finger glowed a little but her Saberstaff was gone.
she was crumbling the rocks beneath the witches and they were one by one falling to their deaths. Luxeria had a look on her face that she couldn't place and she was trying to get back to her partner but the remaining witches had noticed the weakness in her, she was defenseless and several were scrambling towards her as their sisters fell away. Vasari's eyes turned towards Luxeria and there was sadness and defeat in them just as a sister reached her and shoved a pale blue dagger between her third and fourth rib - the pathway to her heart. Vasari went cold, and the the entire ceiling began to collapse beneath them. She reached out with the force and lifted her friend - her lover... into the air as another dagger pierced her body. She screamed out in pain but she held Luxeria in the air as the last of the roof crumbled beneath her feet. She pushed and the girl went rocketing towards a nearby cliff face just as she felt the third dagger cut down her back and her last foothold failed and they all fell into the blackness...
"NO!"
Vasari screamed as she shot upwards in bed, the pain from her wounds causing her to scream again and she fell back into her blood soaked cloak and the sweat covered sheets of the cot beneath her. The dream's violent end and the feeling of falling had kicked her from sleep and her eyes were wide open now, adrenaline coursing through her body, every nerve on edge... and the feeling of falling still lingering in her heart.
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Post by Vasari on Oct 19, 2019 19:12:39 GMT -8
Vasari came awake again with the sweat of the previous nights nightmares still covering her body. It seemed like she kept reliving that night on Dathomir over and over again, every night she remembered it different. One night she died trying to save Luxeria... looking up at her while pushing her to safety. The next night she died because of Luxeria... falling as the fiery haired woman looked down on her with contempt. One time Luxeria was not even present and she died in pain, stabbed through the heart... falling... always falling this time feeling more empty inside than ever before. She shook her heard to clear her mind and sat up - straining at the feeling of her wound reopening - the smell of burnt flesh hung in the air and she looked down at her half naked body and saw the wound, seeping with a green ooze mixed with her blood causing an acrid smell and excruciating pain every time she twisted her body. She seared the wound closed once again - the pain of the lightning against her flush numbing her as she forced herself to her feet. They wouldn't have it however and she collapsed forward half onto the chair, and half onto the desk she was attempting to reach.
All of her bodies energy was being used keeping her alive and as she righted herself, sliding into the chair her hand came against the leather bound book wrapped in oil cloth. She pulled the cloth aside and revealed her prize. It was not exactly what she was after... the Book of Law was lost. Lost to time or lost to her, but what she had found was the next best thing. The information she had gathered about the Book of Law had been correct, it had been on Dathomir under the possession of Maul when he ran the criminal organization Crimson Dawn. She had discovered several treasures before that fateful night atop the dark citadel that Maul had made his base - since overrun by Nightsister Fanatics hellbent on keeping the secrets of the book locked away. She caressed the book gently - the action taking more of her precious strength but nothing could have stopped her. This journal was a hand written account kept my Maul as he studied the Book of Law. Several of the books passages and most of its spells were deciphered and transcribed in Maul's chaotic but elegant penmanship onto the journals pages. Softly she opened the book and bent over the pages attempting to focus - her eyesight a blur for several moments until the words came into being plain and clear.
Vasari's lips curled into a weak smile as she read the words. It was an old Dathomirian adage, a part of an ancient poem lost to time, but parts of it were still remembered and passed down through the Nightbrother villages on her true homeworld. Maul had taken to the phrase for some reason, and it had appeared on every text she had read of his while she and Luxeria tore through the castle searching for the Book of Law. Vasari's eyes lulled and she collapsed forward onto the book, loosing consciousness.
The walls of the supposed treasure room were dark, even in the pale purple light emitted from Luxeria's saber, but she could see perfectly. The previous day had been spent largely in silence, but today they had made a great discovery and even the weight of their own personal struggles couldn't keep them from feeling somewhat celebratory in the moment - they even flirted a little, or at least Vasari thought it was flirting - it could have been that Luxeria was simply happy to have something to show for her troubles here as the two of them looked through what little had survived the years. The compartment they had found had been sealed and no one had probably set foot in this room for a hundred years or more. As Luxeria looked through some pile of bobbles or another Vasari went instantly to the book shelves. Rows upon rows of books, hand written journals all kept my Maul himself. Some of them spoke of his maddened plots... others brilliant masterminding schemes to keep the criminal world from crumbling apart in his hands. There were several mentions of an ancient enemy but he never named him - there was a great hate shared between them. Regardless he began each journal with the same four lines, an old poem he had learned years ago.
She called out for Lux as if she had found something, and the two of them huddled close reading over the same passage at the same time. It was the closest the two of them had been to eachother since leaving the ship, but when Vasari moved closer touching her arm to Luxeria's warm skin the woman pulled away, almost instantly and gestured towards the doorway they had come, already working out what the passage meant, and where they would find the Book of Law... Vasari looked back down at the book flipping the page after Luxeria had already left the room. It was a warning for those that sought the book. It spoke of great sacrifice and promised the prize for only those with the strength of heart to take it. Vasari hadn't found the words ironic at the time.
Vasari gasped as she came awake - had she been dreaming again? She realized she wasn't on the bed and when she righted herself realized she must have passed out while reading. She looked down at the pages of the book she had half lain upon and then turned her head to a warm feeling by her arm. There was nothing there, the candle on the desk hadn't even been lit yet. She was remembering the touch of Luxeria's skin... the last time they had touched, and Luxeria had pulled away leaving her feeling nothing but cold. A chill went through her body then and she looked back at the book tilting her head curiously at the two drops of moisture that had fallen upon the opened pages. Where did those come from?
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Post by Lizbeth Klassen on Oct 22, 2019 10:05:11 GMT -8
Seated, cross-legged on a table, several tomes laying open around her, Lizbeth Klassen watched at a distance, as Vasari Nightsade, the woman she idolized, was dreaming. Darkness permeated the Archives, as it was late, and most of the occupants within the Academy were asleep. But Lizbeth was not. Finding this the appropriate time to learn, when all was quiet, she often ventured to the Archives and buried herself within the datafiles and dusty tomes that could be found there. And it seemed as though all her patience had paid off. Vasari herself was here. Though she was far too timid at this point in time to approach the young Zabrak woman, Lizbeth continued to observe her, only half pretending to be immersed in a tome next to her.
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Viox Savage
Blackguard Imperium
"You want the same as me. My redemption, eternal ascension. Setting me free."
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Post by Viox Savage on Nov 8, 2019 17:16:38 GMT -8
The Archives. A place of great knowledge, ancient secrets and hidden treasures. But tonight, it was different. The atmosphere within the Archives proper was bleak. Though, given the delirious state of a particular occupant hidden away within the Archives' concealed nooks, the fact that the atmosphere reflected her delirium was unsurprising. From conquest to conquest, the Blackguard Reborn filled the Library and Archives with knowledge from across the galaxy. Information pertaining to the Dark Side of the Force, its mysteries and its forbidden secrets. Anything of great importance was filed away on Mustafar, however a vast majority of the accumulated knowledge was stored here. Under normal circumstances, this place would be full of students reading various tomes, books or researching on the various terminals available. Now, however, the Library and Archives were vacant, save for one cloaked figure...
Garbed in the traditional trappings of a Sith, Viox moved silently and swiftly through the stacks, searching. His apprentice had disappeared a week before he had launched his campaign to oust the heretical cultists that occupied the Sith Worlds. And with that still on going, the only reason he had returned here mid battle, was to locate his apprentice. A vision has shown him his apprentice. Bloodied, broken and thrashing about. The scent of musty books mixed with stale air and blood had washed over his senses. While it had been a brief vision, it had made perfect sense to him. Ever the curious mind, Vasari frequented the Academy's library. The call of knowledge beckoned her there. And so, he knew he would find her there. Hidden away in a secret refuge, away from the rest of the Academy. Hiding in plain sight, as it were. And he would find her. Though her current state of mind was not helping. And the essence of the library itself, possessing much power, made it difficult to pinpoint her exact location. But he would find her...
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Vasari
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Post by Vasari on Nov 8, 2019 21:03:11 GMT -8
Seventh night since Vasari's return to the Academy...
Vasari was pulled from a fitful sleep by yet another nightmare, awaking to find her upper body covered in dark red blood; her wound must have reopened in the night, she thought wearily. The constant bleeding had all but sapped her strength and now she couldn't even summon the will to rise from her small cot to read. Two nights ago she had collapsed back into bed after discovering a bit of magic from the the pages of the book she had taken off Dathomir that might be able to save her - or at least stop the bleeding until she could seek a real healer - or the closest thing she knew to one that she might be able to trust - but the next morning she had once again taken a fever and since she hadn't the strength to rise. Every night she had dreamed about Dathomir, this last dream seemed to sap more of her spirit than the others and she lay silent despite being in unspeakable pain and looked up at the dark ceiling. She had lit a candle a day or two before but it had burned down when she had left it going all night and now she had nothing and so she sat in the darkness attempting to recall the components of the spell she had been reading about in Maul's dictation of the Book of Law...
He had been quite thorough - she had noticed once before, and though she did not have the original text to base her opinions off of she had read some other writings done by the outcast Sith Lord and this seemed much different, and so she could only assume that he was basing his writing off the original and that would have to be enough for her. The spell she had read about involved the water of life - which she had learned how to create in theory if not in practice - though it was said that more than one Witch being present made the effort far less taxing. She couldn't imagine undertaking such a feat in her current condition but... she had nearly died for this knowledge, she still might die for it, and so she gave herself a little leeway in her feverous delusions of grandeur. Once she had the water she bound the wound in question to the water - injected the water within and then drew it forth. The water would leech the poison remaining in her system, the poison that was preventing the wound from clotting and healing... the poison that was slowly killing her from the inside...
Vasari's eyes flickered in the darkness and the fell closed again as she lost consciousness, sweating and shivering alone in the dark...
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Viox Savage
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Post by Viox Savage on Nov 12, 2019 18:42:31 GMT -8
Having searched several of his apprentice's usual haunts, he had come up empty handed. Either they were emptied of all contents, indicative of it being discovered, or the dust was so thick on the tomes and tables, that not a soul had ventured there for months. Regardless, the Library and Archives weren't infinite. He would locate his apprentice. Moving past a row of books and tomes, a peculiar stench caught his nose. Pausing to sniff the air a bit better, the Zabrak identified the soured odor of a diseased wound. The sickly sweet scent of stale blood, mixed with the nauseating stench of pus. An abhorrent smell, to be sure, but one that indicated he was on the right track. Wounded, likely delirious with fever, Vasari was wounded. And judging by the smell, her wound was beginning to fester.
Increasing his pace, the Zabrak followed the scent until fate provided another clue. A bloodstain on the stone floor, next to an empty bookcase. Normally, this would be considered odd to anyone else. But to the Sith'ari, this marked the entrance to one of Vasari's hiding places. A hidden refuge she liked to retreat to during her downtime. Pulling the bookshelf aside, the Zabrak traced a gloved finger across the stone wall, following the pattern someone had traced before. Again, not something one would notice, unless they were specifically looking for it. And he was. Once he finished tracing the pattern, with a click and a small cloud of dust, the stone wall parted, revealing a narrow passage. And more bloodstains on the floor. With a quick glance around to ensure he wouldn't be disturbed, the Sith'ari began to follow the passage at a brisk pace. The coppery stench of blood was much stronger here. As was the putrid stench of an infected wound. Increasing his pace to a jog, the Sith'ari came to the end of the dimly lit passage. A small, cramped room was at the end, complete with a handful of tomes, a small table and chair, and a cot. And laying in the blood-stained cot, was his apprentice. Eyes widening at the sight of his apprentice, rushed to her side.
"VASARI!"
Her name escaped his lips in surprise, as he knelt down beside the cot. She was clammy, sticky from a mixture of sweat and blood, and the wound along her side was beginning to seep through the bandages. Unconscious at the moment, he needed her to be alive. Whether he'd admit it or not, he had grown fond of the young woman. Peeling his gauntlets off, he tossed them aside and pressed his wrist to her forehead. Cold and sweaty. Running a finger down her neck, he found a weak pulse. Though only one. Clearly she had been like this for some time. Eyes fluttering closed, he extended his perceptions outwards, brushing against her mind...
Vasari, I am here...
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