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Post by ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Apr 17, 2024 14:27:39 GMT -8
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The Priestess grinned as she focused solely on Karnac. Murmurings from several conversations still garbled the air and melded with the comforting crackles of the firewood, slowly being eaten away to nothing but ashes. For now, though, she heard nothing more than his stories, clarifications, and questions. Even as the Cathar man from earlier made his rounds, touching a brief hand against her shoulder, the Priestess seemed as if the only person in the room was the Zabrak outsider.
"It was the same between the Archivist and myself at first," she chimed in, chuckling to herself. Arrogant, he called himself, and ignorant. Although she could never put herself in his exact position, his words still sent her briefly down memory lane. "She had Ascended into her role and served her branch for nearly a decade when it was my time to Ascend. Our daily squabbles nearly had the two of us banished by the Council... on more than one occasion. Sometimes, though, the strongest bonds are forged from the fires of... what was the word you used? Ah yes, animosity."
She enunciated each syllable of that word with pointed exaggeration. She seemed to toast to that, lifting her goblet of wine towards Karnac, and took a drink. She then turned to her book and flipped the pages until that single title was written on the top: Specters of Midnight. The Priestess made a face before she struck out the whole thing with a deliberate and heavy hand, setting quill to the page like a clean cut from a knife. Then, underneath it, she changed its spelling to Karnac's correction: Spectres of Midnight.
The Priestess chewed on the inside of her cheek as she debated it. With a faint shrug of her shoulders, she seemed to accept it, even appearing a little pleased by it.
"Not the traditional spelling, by any means," she poked with a twitch of a smile. "A unique name for what I hear is a unique group."
As Karnac continued with his personal queries, only then did the murmurings of her acolytes draw her attention towards them. Her playful nature melted away, although she was still far from solemn.
"Truth be told, there are many here whose past lives remain a mystery to us, Elder-Slayer. Of course," she corrected with a faint wave of her hand, "some were born here. Raised here, like me. But for those who were brought in, either of their own personal desires orโ" she paused, fighting to find the right words, "โor the desires of the Force, many don't divulge in speaking about their past lives. Their histories are theirs to tell one day, if ever. They decide if and when that information is consequential or if it's more important to keep buried. So you'll have to forgive my enthusiasm about your openness towards you and your comrades' histories."
With a sense of finality, the Priestess shut the book and quickly handed it off to that same man, who seemed to linger close by like a personal attendant. With a hand to his heart and a faint bow, he departed from the chambers, more than likely heading off to the Archivist to ensure the tome was tagged and sorted with haste.
"Our current hierarchy is difficult to explain in words. Instead, it's more so lived, like a forced tradition." Again, the Priestess seemed to fight for the correct words. She observed the Cathar man as he departed, and even a few beats after he was out of her vision, she held her gaze steady. With a sigh, she shook her head and looked back to Karnac. "As you've no doubt noticed by now, though, Abyssos is governed by the Council of Elders, which consists of five of our finest, and the High Elder sits at its head." Delving briefly into thought, the Priestess ran her tongue over her teeth and took a deep breath in and out. "Arguably, the Matriarchs stand just beneath the Council. However, in recent years, we've begun to shift away and into our own independent rank within Abyssos. We're still revered, but... different." Without derailing on a side path with no way back, the Priestess decided that would be sufficient for the time being. "Then, you have the Virtuosos, who are typically the teachers, or at the very least, masters of their particular art. Everyone else is considered a scholar, including my acolytes, save for..."
Pandรฆmonium. The High Guard and her men. The Priestess growled an unpleasant sigh at the unspoken thought. A delicate matter.
"The Guard," she finally uttered, "are a creation of Abyssos's New Ways and are a rank of their own in limbo between honor and disgrace. If you asked everyone in Abyssos, you would get mixed answers. Some revere them as the Elders' Keepers and Abyssos's Protectors. Others shun them for their lack of potential in Sorcery and are seen as dead weight."
The Priestess danced on a knife's edge as she ensured she used only the basic explanation, speaking on facts and not her opinions. She didn't seem to enjoy it, with her eyes narrowed or her ears pinning back against her head for moments until she realized and composed herself. The Priestess then picked up her goblet again and swirled its contents. A mischievous grin spread across her lips as she eyed down Karnac. His final question gave her a new direction, bringing her joy in its more sinister sense.
"The Enchantress," she revealed with a fanged smile, "is what she calls herself now, and she is our keeper of spells. Theoretically, she can perform every spell documented. So, for the record, she still lives. I am not nearly as ferocious as the Guardian and could never compete with the Echantress's raw talents." She laughed, but there was still a pointed seriousness in her words and an unspoken warning behind her eyes. "There is a ritual of the New Ways that we Matriarchs partake in once in our lives, and it is the one time we are permitted off-world. After we lost Lord Tartarus, I simply ensured she undertook her rite sooner rather than later. She'll return to nothing but silence and solitude, a fitting punishment for her avarice."
She brought the goblet to her lips again, allowing Karnac to process the words behind what was actually stated. Although the Priestess had no way of truly knowing who or what would come after Tartarus's failed ritual, she had the utmost faith that the Force was working Its will and that a shift was soon approaching. And as Its dutiful servant, the Priestess had acted. |
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Post by Karnac on Apr 20, 2024 6:14:50 GMT -8
Karnac couldn't help but chuckle in a what seemed like a half scoff. He could only imagine their own particular hardships dealing with the elders and this new way she spoke of. Their situations were entirely different, though there was that small piece that made the realities similar. It was what they gained at the end of it. Still, if one side was to have a possibly worse future because of their animosity, arrogance, and ignorance, it would have been them. "Sounds as if you've been standing against the High Elder for some time in your beliefs. Makes me wonder just long they've been in existence and what brought them about in the first place."
Such a tiny things, but sometimes something small held greater significance than one realized. The Priestess seemed to contemplate the spelling change for a moment before being satisified and closing the book once more. He gave her a nod in response to its uniqueness. "Perhaps one day, we can take a little trip to where we set ourselves and you can meet them. And with that our master."
He then finished off the last bit of his food as she went on, explaining further the depth of his words really had, despite it seeming so little. So many unknowns in regards to the past of many here that weren't born into Abyssos. He understood the sentiment. For a time, even some of his peers did not wish to think on their past due to the pain it brought. But they all eventually learned the importance of the past. Even time, they would all come to share it with each other and, eventually, were no longer bothered by it reality, allowing it to be spoken about freely by any of them. "I see. Well, I'm glad I could give you something. Once upon a time, it would have remained under lock and key by particular individuals. But we learned the importance of ours pasts and what they mean for us. While they in no way define who we currently are and can be, they do have their place as a means of learning from or simply understanding what brought us to our current places. Painful and upsetting they can be sometimes, they are vital to our choices moving forward."
He then leaned back a bit, sipping at the wine as she began stepping into their ranks and how things were within Abyssos. Once again the cathar spoke of the new ways and how things have shifted in recent years. In some cases, her words were vague while others clear. It seemed there were some things she wished to not speak of for one reason or another. Or perhaps he was merely reading to deeply into something. For the most part, the structure was really no different than any other order. There was the council that lead the group with a singular person at its head while having an odd number to ensure votes could go through without issues of constant draws. Then there were the masters in the Virtuosos and apprentices and acolytes in the Scholars. Even the Guard, a newer addition or not, served like Sith Knights and Jedi Sentinels in some form or another. It was the Matriarchs that stood apart of something different. Revered they were and still are, but their purpose had shifted with these new ways. But what purpose did they serve? Thus far, those at the head of the Matriarchs or held that position rather, never had their name spoken, only a title. So their importance laid within them undoubtedly. Special roles? Perhaps being under the council once before, they were advisors?
However as he thought on it, he grew curious about something. For the most part, Pandรฆmonium was referred to as High Guard. It wasn't until he met the Priestess and Archivist that the name shifted to Guardian. Two Matriarchs referring to her by a different title. In any other situation, it could easily be seen as an interchangeable word. But now, seeing how these two opposed much of the new ways, he couldn't help but wonder. Was it merely a means of showing more respect to her for her duties, or perhaps... "I have indeed seen that divide. Those that look down on them sickens me, if I'm honest. Especially considering you now of the diversity of my group. Each art is important to the greater whole, something that won't be looked down on in the Sith Eternal. Every art has its place and importance. Were they given that respect and fully trained, my team wouldn't have succeeded as they would have been able to hold us enough to allow everyone to cast their spells freely." Taking another sip of his wine, he glanced over to her from the corner of his eyes. The look spoke of the turning wheels and curiosity that brewed within. "Curious, though. I've noticed a difference of reference when addressing Pandรฆmonium. Guardian. Normally interchangeable but somehow not quite when you and the Archivist speak it. I wonder why?" During the current conversation, nothing had been said to the numbers of the Matriarchs and he couldn't recall if something had been spoken earlier. So far, four were now known to him, including this Enchantress. How many more were there? Was that it? Still, he couldn't help but remember the reality of five. Five elders, the five points needed for their previous ritual. Based on that, it seemed that there were five Matriarchs. So who was the fifth if there was one? Then again, the Enchantress was only really mentioned because he asked. If anything, though he never spoke the words, his eyes openly expressed these thoughts, something he was more than certain the keen awareness of the cathar would have picked up on.
He then thought on this Enchantress. Not a title that once existed its seems. Another product of the new ways? But it made him wonder as to her actual power. Capable of every spell in Abyssos? Made her seem like a jack of all trades, master of none kind of person with that much knowledge. But she had raw talent, which suggested she was more powerful and capable than the idea suggested. But she was currently sent away for this ritual in anticipation of his or, at least, someone's arrival. And when she returned, there would be nothing. That was a bit concerning. "As she still lives, do you think she'll become a problem for us? Certainly, no matter her knowledge or strength, I can't imagine she's strong enough, or foolish enough to come at the Sith Eternal directly. That being said, will she make moves against us?" |
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Post by ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Apr 23, 2024 15:34:29 GMT -8
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The Priestess offered Karnac a grin. "Let's just say that I'm not among the first generation of Matriarchs who foresaw Abyssos's demise caused by this fantastical and detestable creation we call the New Ways."
Her nose wrinkled in distaste as she lifted the goblet to her lips. With a sigh, she drained her cup. While there was still the very plausible option to refill itโa thought marked by her wandering gaze to an opened and still half-full bottleโthe Priestess seemed to think better of it. Instead, her disappointment melted from her expression as her mischievous grin returned.
"I suppose your Eternal will keep Abyssos on looser leashes than our very Council?" she inquired, her words dancing with laughter. "I would be lying if I denied my excitement to see other worlds outside these jungles. And a chance to meet your teacher? Give me a day and a time, Elder-Slayer, and I will conquer any such beasts, such space sickness or hyper-rapture, to join you."
She would have toasted to that, but her goblet was emptied. The Priestess hummed a reflective sigh and shrugged off the thought. Karnac made it easy, picking up on the discussions of his comrades. While she had little to add to itโat least not currentlyโshe still listened intently and nodded. The Priestess noted, however, and offered a silent prayer that her acolytes and other scholars of Abyssos would find freedom in accepting their pasts. One day, in their own time, of course.
With that thought, the Priestess's 'keeper' returned. He whispered something in her ear in a soft purr, too quiet for Karnac to hear. She seemed to smile and placed a gentle hand against his chest as she whispered something back to him, which must have been something witty or comical, as the giant Cathar man roared with laughter that quieted the whole table. The Priestess bit back a smile as she waved a hand towards her acolytes, who took the moment in stride with their own faint chuckles before resuming their conversations.
Apologetically, the Cathar man bowed his head toward the Elder-Slayer and silently gathered up the Priestess's plate and goblet. He would have offered to take Karnac's as well, but from the looks of it, Karnac was still enjoying the feast to the fullest. With his leisurely movements and proud smile, this Cathar man appeared just as delighted as the Priestess for Karnac and his comrades' presence and ease among them.
As Karnac has stated, there was indeed a divide among Abyssos. However, sitting at the table with them now, the Priestess hoped she offered him a glance of what was and should have been. Despite the serenity of the Priestess's expression, yearning sorrow was reflected in her eyes. It only weighed more heavily with his question regarding the Guardian. However, she attempted to smother it with another fanged grin pointed in his direction.
"I must beg your forgiveness, Elder-Slayer, but you are beginning to tread deeper into waters where I cannot guide you yet." She waved a hand before herโbefore themโmotioning for Karnac to look towards all those gathered at the table. "You are not the first person to ask me these questions and more, and until today, I have been forbidden to lecture on past traditions, hierarchy, or rituals deemed unfit by the Council. Although you and your children and your children's children will forever be honorary cultists of Abyssos," she paused, taking a deep breath as she glanced about the room, "I wish to respect those who have come before you. It is their time to ask those questions and finally receive those answers first."
The Priestess didn't like her response, but it made the most sense. She could have indulged Karnac by answering his question, but then there was the potential that her answer sparked more inquiries. Regardless of what Karnac thought of himself, the Priestess could see the intellectual in him, the need to ask questions and seek answers. She despised herself for snuffing out his curiosity. However, she would despise herself more if she didn't first offer these explanations to her acolytes.
"Just know," she added, choosing her words very carefully, "that when several observations guide you to a certain conclusion, trust what your instincts tell you and let them guide you to the truth."
The Priestess could tell that Karnac had already put it together or was very close to finding the answer on his own. She laughed internally at the thought that he was closer to discovering this fragment of the Old Ways after a single day than the Guardian was after two years. And hopefully, her blatant dismissal of his question led him closer to the truth he sought.
At least now, she could let this piece rest. They would have many more days, weeks, and hopefully, even yearsโthe Force willingโto unravel the truth instilled by her master and her master before her. Karnac raised a legitimate and more pressing concern, though. The Priestess's eyes narrowed as she reflected on a memory.
"The Enchantress versus a whole army of fine warriors like yourself and the Guardian backed by powerful sorcerers?" She tilted her head as she weighed the odds. "I'm not going to say that there wouldn't be casualties if she ever found the Eternal, but I don't think she's exactly in a position to risk her life. Or that of her daughter." The Priestess chewed on that wordโ'daughter'โas if it held some higher meaning to her. "We have something like... oh, I'd estimate... two decades before we need to worry about her, and that's if we ever have to." She grinned at Karnac. "Don't worry about her. I took every precaution to ensure she wouldn't be an issue in our immediate future. My current and most pressing concern regarding the Enchantress is filling the void in the Matriarchy now created by her loss." |
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Post by Karnac on Apr 24, 2024 8:00:40 GMT -8
Karnac raised an eyebrow as she spoke of not being the first generation to be against these new ways. There was no clear time frame, but guessed it had to at least be three generations in. That or she was making being the second group sound as if it had been longer. Which could very well have been depending on how long the prior Matriarch held her place.
However, he gave a sigh and a slight drop of his head. The promises he couldn't truly make, though he had seemed to imply such during his conversations most of his time here. Yet, he had also expressed reality among those of the higher ranks. "For as much as I'd like to claim it so, there really is no telling how the Eternal will view Abyssos as a group. Will they respect the people and their abilities? Yes, I have no doubts there. But will Abyssos be allowed to remain and function freely according to their ways while pledging themselves to the Eternal or will, by their claim, force it to cease? I have no answers, though I doubt such official words would do much to truly remove the thought of Abyssos. Such ties don't just disappear just because someone else says they are done away with. And even if they try the latter, you'll have me in your corner fighting to ensure it can continue on unimpeded."
There was a bit of a pause in their conversation as the male cathar returned once more and whispered something to the Priestess, who, in turn, whispered something back that caused the man to laugh loudly, causing all present to stop and stare. It was but for a moment before his host gave but a wave of her hand and everything returned to normal. It certainly made him curious.
What made him more curious was her choice to refrain for speaking on the old ways. Yet, he understood her reasoning. "There is hardly a need for such apologies. True, it makes me want to know it all the more, but as an outsider, it is hardly right for me to learn of it before those of Abyssos who will gain the chance to learn and return to the old ways."
Finishing off his glass and pushing his plate to the side, he said nothing on the silent confirmation she gave to his ponderings. Something he'd be in the know of, just a tiny reality of what the old ways held. For now, that would be enough.
He then listened as she spoke of the Enchantress. He knew nothing of the woman or her character. He could only trust in what the Priestess told him. Still, he couldn't shake the feeling that they'd see her sooner than they thought. "I see. I will defer to your judgement then. Still, perhaps it would be wise to keep her in mind in case she simply comes poking around. If she did choose to come after Abyssos and the Eternal, she'd need to get an idea of how things stand over time to possibly fight back." |
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Post by ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Apr 29, 2024 16:18:01 GMT -8
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The Priestess shrugged nonchalantly. Karnac touched on a concern that sheโand many othersโharbored regarding this new order. However, a grin slid across her lips as a fanged incisor peeked through the edges of her lips. It seemed Abyssos would be able to keep Karnac as an unexpected ally.
"Continue to carry your title with pride, Elder-Slayer, both within Abyssos and outside our ranks."
She winked at the Zabrak, but all too soon, the excitement died. The table sat at half the capacity as it did when the festivities began. Many of the acolytes took on individual tasks to clear off the table while others ushered off through another door built inconspicuously in a deep corner of the chambers. A faint peek into the hidden room revealed bedrolls and linens lined horizontally and vertically, supported by rudely carved wooden posts. If Karnac had concerns about how tight a fit it would be on his ship, at least that brief glance would ease those concerns. At least when it came to the acolytes of the Sanctum.
The Priestess smiled sadly, knowing that the festivities were quickly winding down. If she carried even an ounce of responsibility or respect for Karnac and his comrades, she would ensure they returned to their ship before the nocturnal beasts began prowling the jungles. Sure, they could hold their own, but it probably wasn't an ideal way to end their night. Then again, two of her male acolytes hovered near Lyne and Lassix, doting and ensuring they received the most positive experience within their care. A female and male also stayed close to Jonas in the same manner. There was the genuine possibility she could hold the four in captive conversation the whole night. The Priestess's ears twitched at the amusing thought but left it at thatโa mere thought.
"An outsider by title alone, and even so, the line begins to blur." She grinned. She had already explained to him his place in Abyssos, forever etched by the Force's wishes. "I look forward to seeing how Abyssos grows in the True Ways. I have a strong inkling you'll be around to see it, too, Elder-Slayer, and your questions will soon be answered. Have faith... and heaps more of patience."
Gracefully, she slid her chair back and rose to her feet. Smoothing out her robes, she glanced around. She nodded in unspoken thanks to those who had already taken the initiative to clean and clear up the chambers. However, she nearly laughed, hiding it behind a gently closed fist lifted to her face as she faced Karnac again.
"That is a very dangerous sentiment to defer to my judgment," she teased, unable to hide the amusement in her tone. However, she swiftly buried that playfulness. "If the Enchantress knows what's good for her, she may come poking around to offer up a peace offering to our new masters within the Eternal. I cannot speak with certainty as to what her exact actions will be. Serving a new Lord or High Elder or whatever hierarchy the Eternal consists ofโ" she hummed thoughtfully but shook her head at whatever answer she arrived at, "โit is improbable that she would do so voluntarily and not without an ulterior motive. Furthermore, I expect she would rather put up a fight than come peacefully." She waved a hand dismissively. "I wouldn't worry your masters until the time comes. If it does, Elder-Slayer, I entrust you to warn them that she is far more trouble than she is worth." |
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Post by Karnac on Apr 30, 2024 9:33:32 GMT -8
Karnac scoffed. "You can be sure that I will." The zabrak looked around as he realized how quiet things had become. Sure, their was still conversations about, but for the most part, many had cleared out or were in the process of cleaning up. It seemed this feast had reached its end and it was time to begin calling it a night. It would certainly be a big day come the sunrise. A new future was about to unfold for the people here and many sought to be ready to welcome it. It hoped that when all was said and done, all could accept their new way of life as part of the Eternal.
Karnac then took notice of his team and the interactions the acolytes were giving them. The men that doted upon the girls certainly seemed to get the desired reaction. Lyne, while accepting, was much more humble about it, knowing at what point to keep others at bay so as to not give the wrong impression if it was possible. Lassix, on the other hand, fed into it. She wasn't a fool to think anything of it so much as playing into the moment, but she did tend to take after Kuriau with the ways of seduction. If it wasn't for what lay ahead, he didn't doubt the chance of her pulling one or both off to bed. Something that Karnac couldn't help but shake his head at. They were lovers themselves, but their relationship was rather loose. In most cases, while it wouldn't have bothered them, they may have flirted and teased, but never went the distance with anyone but each other, especially since they left the Sith. Jonas chatted freely with the pair that surrounded him, though it was a bit more difficult to sort out their interactions compared to the others.
He was glad that they were enjoying themselves and found plenty to interact with each other about. It would certainly help in bridging any gaps that existed. "Indeed, it does. Soon, the lines should disappear completely." He then chuckled as his gaze returned to the Priestess. "Don't you worry. For proper Sith, patience exists without end."
Following suit, Karnac stood as well with a shrug. "Perhaps, but I get the feeling it'll be more fun that way." For a moment, his own seriousness returned. "rest assured, we will be ready for anything she throws at us. And if she is so keen on standing against us, she will find nothing but oblivion."
Taking a final glance around, he gave a twirl of his fingers to his team before giving a bow to the Priestess. "But for now, we should take our leave. Morning will be here swiftly and a new chapter will begin. No doubt you and yours will want to be rested to taking in the first steps fully. Until then."
With that, he departed with his group, Lassix playing a bit more towards the pair that stood around her as they left. As they went, the trio went on talking as the zabrak stayed back a few steps, merely watching his crew. They had grown in the time since they met among the Sith. Now it was also their time to begin a new chapter. He'd need to make sure his eyes remained open for what was to come.
Reaching their ship, they spent little time working themselves to sleep.
Morning came swiftly as the quartet rose with the sun. They'd need to make their final checks to ensure the ship was fully ready for the trip. Coming back to this world would have to be kept to a minimum or a new approach would be needed to deal with the fungi that grew here. As they made their checks, they could here to slowly growing hustle within the village as final preparations were being made. Some arrived pack a few last minute things, though they requested bedrolls and the like wait until everyone boarded. As the final bits were verified, Jonas returned to the cockpit to begin running systems checks so they were ready for departure. Karnac simply waited at the foot of his ship, knowing that the start of this day was going to be a rather interesting one. |
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Post by ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on May 3, 2024 18:12:36 GMT -8
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It wasn't long before a gaggle of acolytes and scholars said their final farewells to their village and home and came to Karnac's ship. The sea of people kept their distance from a particular trio among them, though, who soon also approached. Karnac would recognize them swiftlyโthe Priestess, the Archivist, and the Chirurgeon. Their conversation didn't appear to be a fair and casual one, though. Their heated mutterings were washed out by the myriad of murmurs of the crowd around. Still, even in their robes with their hoods raised, the Chirurgeon was clearly on the losing side of whatever discussion occurred among the trio. From a glance, she appeared to take the loss with as much grace as she could, and the Chirurgeon stomped back into the village.
The Priestess and the Archivist pushed toward the front and closer to the loading ramp, darting for Karnac. Even as dawn's light cracked through the jungle mist, the Archivist's shades leaped at her feet and danced lively around her robes. The Priestess brought her clawed hands to her hood as if about to remove it, but a sharp 'tsk' from her 'sister' patronized her. Even with her face concealed, the Priestess's eye roll could nearly be seen through her hood's shadows.
At least her fanged smile appeared as the Priestess spotted Karnac.
"Allin inti, Elder-Slayer," the Priestess greeted. "I hope the night gifted you a restful evening and the wine, good dreams."
Their night could have ended in several different ways. Although it happened to conclude in one of the duller ways, sometimes uneventful evenings trumped the alternative, especially when the day had been filled with far more excitement than any one day needed. Still, the Priestess could feel the disappointment oozing from her acolytes when Lassix, Lyne, and Jonas decided to leave with their Zabrak leader. Still, four days in hyperspace. Anything could happen.
"Thou hast dosed our pilots with that foul liquid thou callest wine?" the Archivist asked incredulously. "I would'st believe with my whole heart, thou yearn for Abyssos to be'est lost ev'r to the blackest tombs of space."
The Priestess rested a gentle hand on the Archivist's arm. "Not that wine, dear sister," she whispered with a laugh. The Priestess then turned to Karnac and presented herself with more much-needed seriousness. "Pray tell, Elder-Slayer, will we be permitted to finish loading soon? The Chirurgeon will be returning momentarily."
The Priestess slowed down as she let the final sentence part from her lips. Each syllable was enunciated just enough for emphasis, silently speaking of the time that would soon come. Even from behind her hood, the Priestess's crystal-green eyes pierced into Karnac as if no one else were around. More came pouring from the village, every scholar carrying something they deemed vital. And they all waited as patiently as one could imagine for a crowd of their circumstances. But that wasn't what the Priestess alluded to. Rather, the Chirurgeon would return with a crucial piece to Abyssos's futureโthe first piece of precious cargo she wished to enter his ship this morning. |
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Post by Karnac on May 4, 2024 9:02:24 GMT -8
Bit by bit did the crowd before his ship grow, each of them waiting for the word to begin boarding. While he waited outside and Jonas worked on doing preflight checks, Lyne and Lassix were helping direct those who still needed to load a few things. If there had only been a few people coming along, having them board now wouldn't have been a problem. But with so many, they would need to follow a process to ensure all got on board with what they needed. And with what was to come with their boarding, it was certainly best for them to wait.
It wasn't much longer before he noticed the three Matriarchs pushing towards the ship. Though he couldn't hear what was going on, he saw that the conversation was less than a pleasant one. He might not have been completely sure, but he had a solid hunch as to what was being discussed having already heard the difference in opinion to their special cargo. But it was but a few moments after they grew closer that the Chirurgeon turned and returned to the village, a heavy walk of frustration clear in her steps.
With her departure, the remaining duo approached. He gave a bow to the pair. "It had indeed. We are all ready for the trip." The Archivist then spoke in an ill tone at the mention of whine, to which the cathar responded in a whisper, though hardly so quiet Karnac didn't hear. He raised an eyebrow along side the tilt of his head. "The wine was quite nice, but nothing over the top, though I'm quite curious as to what other wine spoken of. Or perhaps something better left experienced?" He chuckled then looked to the Archivist. "It would hardly matter much if the wine had made things a bit rough. Once we break orbit, a few keystrokes in input the destination and after a jump to light speed, the autopilot will handle the rest until we arrive."
The Priestess then questioned him regarding the final bit of loading. "While, I have refrained from any bedrolls to be loaded, all else has been coming in all morning. Lassix and Lyne are inside ensuring all is well placed within the cargo hold. With as many as are coming, I felt the bedrolls could wait until all else has been loaded and we depart. At which point, everyone can lay things out as needed to be as comfortable as possible." He then looked back to the village where the Chirurgeon went. "I take it Lady Khira is still none too thrilled about our choice of approach?" |
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Post by ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on May 5, 2024 19:22:42 GMT -8
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"The wine my dearest sister has concerns about is not for the faint of heart, Karnac dear," the Priestess explained, trying to dismiss the whole thing.
"Yet thine acolytes partake at least once each full cycle of the moon's light," the Archivist refuted with, could it be laughter within her voice?
The Priestess, though, seemed unamused with her sister's poking. "Regardless, Elder-Slayer, it is, as you say, better left experienced. Should you desire a chance to meet your innermost self and receive Divine intervention from the Maker, we can arrange it. Later."
The Priestess placed a strong emphasis on 'later.' Regardless of the ship's autopilot features, she would not allow such a lengthy and typically life-changing ritual to occur while they were in hyperspace. Despite the Archivist's jests, she wanted to get to Roon safely. It was her first time flying, after all, and she didn't know what to expect. She did seem more jittery than the evening prior.
Thankfully, Karnac had moved on to an update regarding preboarding status. The Priestess pushed onward, hoping they could put this particular subject away for the time being.
"Tis excellent news. Onboarding should be painless. Most are used to having very little, including space. I cannot speak for their mood come the end of our journey, but we should at least be able to embark by the end of the hour."
"The Chirurgeon doth protest too much," the Archivist chimed in, taking the Priestess's cue to move away from the subject of the wine. It also gave her the opportunity to subtly correct Karnac with an emphasis on Lady Khira's title. Just as she was the Archivist, and her sister beside her the Priestess, the Chirurgeon was now due to be shown that same respect. "However, she shalt listen well to those who hast come before her."
"She's quite unhappy about the whole arrangement, but this morning's proceedings are outside her domain. While it includes her patient, we aren't preventing his care. Thus, she won't prevent a fellow sister from performing her duties."
Hidden within her cloak's cowl, the Priestess's gaze sliding over the crowd remained an unknown. Soon, though, all would begin. She could feel the air shift and churn as though the very Force offered tidings of the future soon to come. |
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Post by ๐๐ช๐ท๐ญรฆ๐ถ๐ธ๐ท๐ฒ๐พ๐ถ on May 5, 2024 19:43:04 GMT -8
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As if on cue in a grandiose scheme, gasps emitted from the back of the crowd. More shocked and startled noises erupted as the crowd began to part forcefully, allowing a party of acolytes to make their way through the crowd. Tartarus, carried on a stretcher by the Chirurgeon's disciples, remained covered in animal furs and still looked as deathly ill as ever. However, the crowd of Abyssos quickly realized that looks were deceiving, especially when the Chirurgeon's acolytes were well-guarded, with their High Guard at the front, her right-hand man at the back, and two younger ones flanking him. It was more security than necessaryโno one would have dared to harm Tartarusโbut it at least gave off a compelling and intense air.
As she trained her eyes forward and forced step after step through the sea of people, Pandรฆmonium was grateful that her evening had been uneventful after the funeral rites. Packing, bathing, sleeping. SleepโChaos, she could have slept for days without any complaints. She only stirred in the morning thanks to Jaxon, who ensured all four were awake and moving for their roles in the morning's proceedings. He was always the first to rise and awoke to helpful instructions from the Priestess, which had made its way into the barracks at some point in the night.
Even now, her joints were stiff, and every muscle ached. At least Pandรฆmonium only suffered on the inside. What the Echani warrior presented outwardly was the same assertive and stoic individual who carried her titleโthe High Guard of Abyssos. She wouldn't mind the mixed stares, some like burning acid and others of sweet hope. Her silver eyes locked on to the trio gathered by the ship and led them straight there.
The mouth of the crowd spit them out at the feet of Karnac, the Archivist, and the Priestess. Pandรฆmonium stepped into the group, trying with all of her might to pretend that Karnac wasn't actually there, while the acolytes stepped to the side with the three other Guards.
"I'm sorry if we're a little late," Pandรฆmonium said, keeping her eyes trained on the Priestess. She fought back a yawn. The adrenaline from so many eyes on herโon all of themโmade it feasible. "The Chirurgeon said everyone should gather first before we made our entrance."
The Chirurgeon had said all that in the most scornful way possible. The Chirurgeon had stormed into the infirmary and barked the orders with contempt and outrage. It wasn't anything new to Pandรฆmonium or her men in general, but judging by the shocked look on the disciples' faces, she wasn't sure if any of them were prepared to see Lady Khira like that.
Now standing among them, Pandรฆmonium presented herself as an equal part warrior and emissary. She had pulled up her long, shocking white hair into a tight ponytail with icy strands flowing down her back. She was dressed differently than yesterday, now with more ritualistic combatant attire that exposed her arms and midsection. It would barely help against any weapon or animal teeth and claws. At least now, her alabaster skin was only stained by the occasional scar and intricately painted runes down her arms and legs rather than the blood and grime from battle. It was the same for Jaxon, Kalishir, and Sirrok.
"I take it you won't let me back out of this now, will you?"
As if sensing her discomfort, Jaxon stepped forward into this "inner circle" and allowed his presence to be enough reassurance. The acolytes, still carrying Tartarus, positioned his stretcher so that most of the crowd could see him. Kalishir and Sirrok stood outside the group, looking more like boys than warriors if it wasn't for the lightsaber hilts strapped to their belts. Everyone's gazes danced around from Pandรฆmonium to Tartarus to the Priestess. The crowd's murmurs grew louder, more demanding. All expectantly waited for someone to start explaining. |
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Post by Karnac on May 7, 2024 5:31:10 GMT -8
Karnac gave a small nod as the Priestess spoke of this particular wine. The way they addressed it suggested that it was more than a simply stronger potency. Was it part of some ritual? Or was it laced with something in particular to ensure a most "interesting" evening? The thoughts on the matter with no explanation certainly drove his curiosity, perhaps even more so than all else he currently had questions about regarding their ways. Perhaps time would present an opportunity to try it, though he suspected things would get rather busy once they returned. "I look forward to the experience."
He then turned towards the thought of their boarding. The cathar seemed fairly convinced that getting everyone in and settled shouldn't be much of a task due to what the people of Abyssos were used to. He could only hope so as she had yet to bear witness to what laid inside and the room that would initially be granted to them for use. Still, while some places would remain off limits, if needed, that reality could be shifted if the situation called for it. "I imagine we will all be a bit cranky by the time we arrive. Used to small spaces or not, being cramped together for four days can annoy anyone. The lines to the refresher may be also be long and the air will stale after a bit as the air scrubbers work overtime to keep things fresh, not to mention all those not adjusted to space travel. But I'm sure we will all be fine. Considering our news, many may have time to focus and obtain some hope moving forward enough to keep everyone a bit more chipper."
He then nodded as his response shifted to Tartarus and the Chirurgeon. "Yes, she had made that point quite clear when we first went to see him. Honestly, she felt it would possibly be best for Abyssos to simply put him out of his misery now and not dash the hopes and minds of everyone should we fail to bring him back. Something I disagreed with, hence one of the reason that brought us to this moment.
Not another word was able to be said as a murmur began to rise within the crowd. Enough to draw his eyes, watching many turn behind them. AT first, the crowd had yet to part in the front, but Karnac could already guess what had drawn their attention and lifted their voices. It wasn't but a moment though that those closest to them parted, revealing the escort that Tartarus gained. He knew the acolytes of the Chirurgeon would be carrying him, but he didn't expect to see the guard surrounding him as if a high ranking official, though, in truth, he kind of was at this point. Still, to be escorted in was probably an even bigger statement to Abyssos than simply addressing them, then revealing Tartarus. Still, he gave his opinions on the matter, but what would transpire would entirely be up to them.
As Pandรฆmonium reached them and spoke, the zabrak could only shrug by a slight tilt of his head in response to Lady Khira's words, a simple acknowledgement of agreement. When she asked if she could back out, Karnac couldn't help but respond, even if she had no desire to hear anything from him. Perhaps it was his own means to offer comfort or, at the very least, help solidify the reason if that was even possible for him to do. "I can't say I know anything about your ways or feelings to say one way or another, but if the Priestess and Archivist are certain you are the best choice, then I feel that your words will carry the most weight, even if you don't believe it." |
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Post by ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on May 7, 2024 17:55:53 GMT -8
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Most were put off by the idea of ingesting such a substance, yet Karnac expressed a rare interest. After all of Karnac's interest in Abyssos the night before, the Priestess didn't know why she thought he'd react differently. Her lips betrayed a smile. The Archivist simply cleared her throat.
"Thou dost clutch deeply thine claws into this one already, Priestess," was all she said.
The Priestess dismissed the Archivist's mutters with a wave of her hand. It would be disappointing to scare him away now. Instead, the Matriarch addressed the more pressing matter at hand.
"We will make due, Elder-Slayer. If anything, this will be Abyssos's first trial of our new beginning. I will personally see to all our people's needs throughout our journey and do whatever is necessary to ensure our peaceful journey."
The most peaceful journey might be far from calm. As necessary, the Priestess would ensure that everyone who boarded this ship today saw it as the blessing it was, though. It earned another sigh from the Archivist as her lazy shadows flickered in irritation. If one listened closely enough, one could hear her annoyed utterance regarding her apprehension with such a large crowd. The Priestess patted the Archivist's arm gently, consoling her.
"Thou should'st keep thine eyes most watchful of our newest Sister."
The Priestess snickered, disagreeing. "Should everything go smoothly, she won't be an issue after this morning."
As if right on cue, the gasps and cries from the crowd resounded. Both the Priestess and the Archivist tilted their heads towards the commotion, and even the Priestess seemed to straighten herself, pulling her shoulders back and tilting her chin slightly upwards. Soon, the rewards of her scheming came into vision, and the Priestess couldn't help but beam as the Guardian joined them.
The Chirurgeon, fuming, pushed her way through the crowd and joined them. After a few silent, greeting bobs of her head, she fell behind the Archivist. Judging by her deliberate silence, it was clear that the newest Matriarch was ready to board and move on with the event. The others acknowledged her and reciprocated her greeting but wouldn't allow her to sour the morning's coming festivities. Even as the warrior doubted herself, nothing could shake the pride the Priestess felt at that moment.
"Nonsense," she chimed in, agreeing with Karnac. The Priestess touched a light hand on the Guardian's arm as she guided the pair towards where Tartarus was held for all to see. "It is in agreeance that Lord Tartarus will take his rightful place as our High Elder once we wake him. In the meantime, Guardian, you are closest to his heart. You are the only one qualified to be his voice. If not for anyone else's sake than his, do not doubt yourself."
As if to solidify her words, the Priestess reached into her cloak. She presented a stunning ear cuff embedded with the particular crystal used in their Rite. The stone, cut into a set of smaller jewels and set into the metal, glowed as proof that they had already been imbued with one's Force presence. Typically, the stones would give off a simple, warm light. Theirs, however, emitted a rare turquoise radiance.
With the whole of Abyssos to bear witness, the Priestess stepped towards the Guardian. After a brief pause, allowing the Guardian to take a breath and savor this momentโone the Priestess knew she and Tartarus both had waited forโshe affixed the totem upon Pandรฆmonium's left ear. The Cathar then pulled out a necklace in which the crystal, matching in luminous hue, had been expertly cut in a fashion thought impossible. She lifted it just enough for most of the crowd to witness. The Priestess nodded towards the Guardian before donning the sleeping Lord with his totem, their physical representation of their vows, ties, and bond.
Against orders, the Priestess had guarded and kept these totems safe for years. Two young lovers who begged for her blessing that fateful day, who followed all of the steps to the Rite, no matter how difficult, who were prepared to face the vilest scrutiny hand-in-hand. That most immense dishonor came from the very Council bound to honor such a sacred Rite. Instead, the Elders returned these very totems to the Priestess and demanded that they be destroyed. To have kept them safe for so long, it was the highest honor to present them again to their creators today.
As she turned away, the shocked murmurs from the crowd became deafening roars. Until now, very few knew their bonding to be more than a rumor. The Elders had done all they could to squash that truth. The High Elder's apprentice bound to the High Guard, a position that carried the tightest noose around one's neck. Now, those rumors were confirmed in the most public fashion. Should anyone doubt the Guardian's words now, they would answer to the High Elder later. The thought brought a smirk to not only the Priestess's lips but also the Archivist's, although hers was hidden behind her shadows.
"She doth have ways to garner attention, either desired or not," the Archivist murmured to Karnac with a dry laugh. "T'would be wise of thee to keep thine distance if thou dost wish to keep from a spotlight so bright, the suns doth harbor jealousy."
Unbeknownst of the Archivist's words to Karnac, the Priestess gracefully continued onward. She brought herself to Pandรฆmonium's side and stood beside her as they faced Abyssos together. However, she still leaned in to whisper one final word of encouragement before it was her turn to address them.
"They only need simple answers today, Guardian, but truthful answers, no matter how brutal. The more complex ones can be answered later."
The Priestess then fell silent and lifted a hand into the air. In answer, the crowd fell quiet, although they stared down the Echani with their burning questions. The Priestess wouldn't leave the Pandรฆmonium's side, though, not until everyone was safe aboard Karnac's ship. She had promised the young Guardian yesterday that she wouldn't be alone in this, and her word was her most powerful bond. |
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Post by ๐๐ช๐ท๐ญรฆ๐ถ๐ธ๐ท๐ฒ๐พ๐ถ on May 12, 2024 19:36:40 GMT -8
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Pandรฆmonium clenched her jaw as Karnac spoke in favor of the Priestess. Granted, it was simply his agreement that triggered her annoyance, not the reality itself. No, addressing Abyssos was terrifying, which could have also been an excellent explanation for her mood. Still, she bit her tongue. As much as the High Guard wanted to make a sharp quip back at Karnac, the Priestess had made an excellent argument. Pandรฆmonium was to Tartarus's voice, although she was sure Tartarus would take absolute delight in toying with Karnac.
Thankfully, the Priestess tugged at Pandรฆmonium's arm and led her closer to Tartarus. The journey through the crowd had been simple with her leading at the front; she didn't have to keep his eyes on him and only guide the group through the masses. Now, seeing him again, her heart shattered as it had yesterday and when she had laid eyes on him this morning in the infirmary. The only thing holding herself together was that reminder that he was not lost. They would awaken him. Soon.
Pandรฆmonium's hope could have exploded from her chest when the Priestess suddenly revealed her totem, an elegant earring, from her cloak. Tartarus had carefully crafted it for her, and together, they had imbued their Force presences into the crystals. Pandรฆmonium felt her eyes sting as the Priestess affixed it on the lobe of her left ear, the metalwork climbing up and over the ridgeโa piece of him returned to her. Her knees were shaky and almost gave out from under her as the Priestess turned away from her to present Tartarus with his totem. For him to miss this moment, she felt a weight in her chest. But as the Priestess placed that necklace around Tartarus's neck, Pandรฆmonium's world shifted.
Everything around her went silent and muffled, and she felt a comforting warmth wrap around her. The crowd disappeared until there was only her, the Priestess, and Tartarus. Within this newfound and soothing silence, a soft and steady beat thrummed in her ears as if she lay her head against Tartarus's chest and could hear his heartbeatโan encouraging reminder that he still lived, still fought on.
<< Tavi, come find me... >>
She heard his voice like a whisper in her ear. Those words he spoke to her mere days ago on that fateful day when she didn't have the words to talk him out of that idiotic idea nor the strength to carry him through it. She bit hard on her lower lip, sending pain through her body to force back the tears that threatened to spill over.
<< I'm coming for you, Leone. >> She desperately pleaded for the Force to carry her words to him. << Hold on a little bit longer. Please. >>
The muffled roaring of the crowd suddenly came into focus, startling Pandรฆmonium back into the present. The faces of the crowd revealed shock, while others displayed anger and disgust. Thankfully, others still wore expressions of joy and relief. Pandรฆmonium didn't have time to decipher all of them before the Priestess guided her to face them side-by-side. Her whole body froze, and her jaw clenched with her anxiety. The Priestess, though, carried herself with such grace and confidence. She uttered her instructions, reminding Pandรฆmonium that this formality was only meant for answers to simple questions, not complex ones. It offered only slight reassurance, but still, she could slowly relax.
The Priestess motioned to the people. Silence followed. Pandรฆmonium took a beat to gather her thoughts before she addressed the crowd.
"People of Abyssos," she began, startling herself with the loudness of her voice against the quiet of such a multitude of people. "Today marks a monumental shift, and our chosen path will become the history taught to our children." She glanced at the Archivist and allowed another pause, another breath. "It is a day for mourning but also a day of celebration. Today, we leave our home of Haruun Kal to venture into the galaxy once more, as our ancestors did before.
"For some of you, the turn of events has caused you to harbor more guilt and anger. As we board the ship of the Elder-Slayer, you will judge his actions yesterday. A man with a small group of comrades could strike down our Elders and leave us without leadership. While dozens of questions flared in the wake of yesterday's events, one is burning in everyone's minds. With our Council now gone, who will lead us into this future? But that question was created on a lie from the very Council cut down and has had an answer for the People, hidden away for reasons yet uncovered."
With her free hand, Pandรฆmonium outstretched a hand behind her towards Tartarus.
"I present the apprentice of the High Elder to you and have the unfortunate responsibility of exposing the Council's lies and deception. There is truth that Lord Tartarus performed a ritual in which he failed, but that is where the truth stops. Although he lives, Lord Tartarus's state remains a medical mystery, even for the Chirurgeon and her disciples. Iโ" Pandรฆmonium cut off her words suddenly and corrected herself. "We are requesting your aid, people of Abyssos."
Pandรฆmonium was never good with words, and even she felt she was getting whiplash from her explanations. As if sensing her nervousness, the crowd began to murmur, a quiet rumbling throughout the masses. She swallowed, doing her best to ignore the booming beat in her ears, and continued.
"If the current theory of his status is correct, it is by the hands of the very Council that he remains like this. It begs the question: why did they lie about his death and leave him alive, hidden from the people? I... I do not have an answer for you, but someday, I pray that the Force will guide us to it. Today, I ask you, the people of Abyssos, if you can help us solve this mystery. If we can break Lord Tartarus from his stasis, Abyssos may still have her High Elder."
The murmurings quieted, but several individuals grew louder. Pandรฆmonium's eyes slid in its general direction to find the sourceโthe remaining Virtuosos. Of course, they would be the group's noisiest and most aggressive participants. With the Elders gone and Lord Tartarus believed dead, they would have been next in line to lead Abyssos. Power-hungry bastards, the lot of them. It seemed her thought was shared by others of the cult, who glared daggers at them until they shut up. Although Pandรฆmonium was grateful for it, she found herself at a loss for words. Her speech couldn't end like this, though, with the remaining Virtuosos at each other's throats and ready for a rebellion.
Pandรฆmonium took in a shaken breath, and as if in answer to her desperation, she felt an odd sensation of another person behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. She breathed in again, and the wet and loamy musk of the jungle faded away. A soft scent of sweet jasmine, rich vanilla, and warm sandalwood soon replaced it and soothed her nerves. A light and playful pressure nibbled on the ridge of her left ear, something she might have laughed at and batted him away. Within the silence, she heard him whisper to her. These were meant to be his words, his speech. Not hers.
'You are closest to his heart,' the Priestess had said. 'You are the only one qualified to be his voice.'
Pandรฆmonium shuddered, but despite that, she paid close attention to the words whispered tenderly in her ear and ensured she repeated them word for word.
"And to those of you who see this day as the joyous new beginning that Abyssos had been desperately craving, today I have the honor to tell you that our new beginning starts upon boarding this ship. But with this news, I also must give a warning. Abyssos will still have new trials to face. A new cult receives us; thus, we must find ways of honoring our traditions while respecting theirs. Remember, my People, that above all else, we must stay true to our tenets. Know this and remember it well: so long as we place our trust in the Force and hold fast to the foundations of Abyssos, our trials will never break us, and Abyssos will forever live on."
To seek all knowledge of the Force, from the highest heavens to the deepest circle of the Void. Abyssos was more than just the people who composed it. Abyssos was the idea that they all shared. So long as that belief lived on, they truly would never break, no matter what came.
"As we board this ship, let us all guide Abyssos into a future free of the past chains of lies and deception placed upon us by our past Council. Together, let us bring Abyssos into a new era of freedom and deepest knowledge, as it was and has always meant to be."
Pandรฆmonium took a deep breath as Tartarus's whispered words faded from her ears, leaving an aching void in her chest. As if he had given her the cue that she had said all that needed to be told, the Echani turned to look at the Priestess. Should anything else need to be expressed, the High Guard hoped that the Cathar would take over to fill those gaps. Pandรฆmonium's heart pounded in her chest, and her head spun, her thoughts a whirlwind within the dizziness.
The Priestess had stated that they only needed simple but brutal answers today. As far as Pandรฆmonium could tell, she completed that task, although clumsily. Silently, she whispered her thanks within the Force, hoping that her bond, now amplified by their totems, would carry that thanks to Tartarus. |
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Post by ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on May 12, 2024 19:39:53 GMT -8
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Silence marked when the Guardian finished her speech, and it was a beat longer before the crowd understood just what had happened. Silence quickly turned to applause, whistling, and trills praising Pandรฆmonium and the future she spoke for. Many, including the Priestess, could see the shift that had happened. The Cathar gently squeezed Pandรฆmonium's arm with encouragement and praise.
"You did well. Both of you," the Priestess grinned.
Truthfully, it didn't matter what words the Guardian chose. All that mattered was that the people saw itโthat switch in her character, the confidence and clarity that was all Lord Tartarus. Bonds were curious, and the Priestess placed a dangerous bet on Lord Tartarus's state. But if there was one thing she knew about that man, he would never leave Pandรฆmonium to face any trials or tribulations alone. Even now, forced under some odd stasis, he held true to his character. Thanks to her confidence in him, the remaining naysayers of the crowd had their doubts silenced. He still lived, and until his body was as strong as his spirit, Lady Pandรฆmonium, now publicly confirmed as his bonded half, would be his voice.
As if the Force worked through her every decision, everything played out the way the Priestess needed for the future of Abyssos.
Allowing the crowd time to celebrate, the Priestess turned to the Guardian. She quietly encouraged her to be with Tartarus and remain by his side. She could see relief fill the Echani's eyes to no longer be in the spotlight, and the young woman nodded before taking the few steps back to remain among Tartarus and the group who carried him.
The Priestess then extended a hand towards Karnac and beckoned him to her side to address the crowd. Surely, he was more familiar with the act than the Guardian and wouldn't seem burdened by the idea of addressing Abyssos. She could be wrong, but there was something comical about such an imposing figure as the Elder-Slayer to have a fear of public speaking.
"I believe now would be a good time for a few housekeeping rules and basic instructions regarding your ship to ensure everyone has as comfortable a journey as possible."
The Priestess brought a hand to her lips as if hiding a silent laugh. Truthfully, she would be surprised if fewer than a dozen fights broke out on his ship over the entire four days. The excitement of new beginnings could only fuel the people for so long before the frustration of a moving vessel and cramped spaces closed in. A bridge to cross when they got there.
"Once you're finished, though, we should be ready to start boarding."
The Priestess lifted a hand again to gather Abyssos's attention. It understandably took longer than the first time. Still, the Priestess waited with the patience of a Jedi Master waiting for her Padawans to pay attention to her and their lesson. Once they all settled to a reasonable noise level for Karnac, she motioned towards them as if presenting them to him.
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Post by Karnac on May 14, 2024 9:11:29 GMT -8
Karnac had thought to move to the side once the Priestess and Pandรฆmonium turned to address the crowd. The cathar may have been determined to drive home the point that he was apart of this group now in some form or another, yet he still wished for the focus to be for those truly of Abyssos. As such, it was best if he did not stand with the Matriarchs. Yet, before he could, the Priestess presented the totems. At this point, he decided it was best to remain still and simply watch, seeking to draw as little attention as possible.
He watched as the Priestess fixed the piece to the Guardian's ear and to Tartarus, a necklace. He had more than picked up enough to know what these were about. Bond mates created through ritual and these items crafted to further solidify it. Much like a ring for marriage except more than a simple trinket. Yet, as it stood, it didn't know the depth of it as all else did. In the end, it was they who mattered in its importance as the murmurs rose and fell at the action. Some weren't pleased, but others seemed to be, as if a confirmation to a long rumored hope found fruition. But that was merely a guess on his part.
There was a pause before the echani finally began to speak, clear was her tone to how unfamiliar and uncomfortable the act was. Yet, slowly, she found her voice and continued, exposing the lie that had been spread and sorting out a few truths. But suddenly, after a brief pause, the air changed and the way she spoke was different. It wasn't something he could explain. To some, perhaps it was merely finding herself in that moment, finding that strength to speak with confidence that caused the shift. But it was so much more. The way the words came out, if almost sounded as another was speaking in her voice. It was curious, but for whatever guessed he could have, the people of Abyssos understood completely. They knew the shift and what it meant. With it came a complete change in the crowd. It seemed that all were happy with the words spoken, something that brought a sense of relief for the trip and the future.
Her words finished, nothing more was said for a bit until the Priestess summoned him forward. It was time for him to set the rules and understanding for the trip. Strange would it be to many and he needed to ensure they understood some delicacies of space travel and the ship as a whole. Once the cathar was able to settle the crowd, he took another step forward. "As it has been spoke, a new future begins now. But first, I must inform you of what is to come as well as a few rules. Though my ship may look rather large, for those gathered here, it will be a tighter fit. Eighteen beds are available, though the rest will have to find a place on the floor. Spread out as you need and find suitable. It will be a four day trip to Roon, so I ask for patience and composure the best you can. The air may also begin to stale as we get closer to the end as our air scrubbers work in overtime. Please be courteous to each other in regards to the refresher as they can only accommodate a few people at a time. While many of you may not have seen a ship and will be rather curious, please refrain from touching any electronics. Off limits are the maintenance rooms for the engines. The doors will be closed to help people know these locations, but just in case. Still, after we get underway, any who wish to have a small tour and explanation of certain systems, we'll be happy to provide throughout the trip to small groups at a time." He then look a breath, his eyes shifting to Tartarus, then back to the crowd. I'm sure that many of you will also wish to visit with Tartarus. However, the only ones that will be allowed to reside within will be medbay will be him and the Chirurgeon. Visiting and any others who may reside there will be at her discretion alone." He knew well enough how a doctor or nurse could be in regards to a patient and the presence of others. It was what he could do to respect her role and her task moving forward.
With that said, there was nothing else but a final task. "I know you are all eager to get underway, but I must ask for a few more moments to escort Tartarus inside so that he made get settled and to give a quick tour to your Matriarchs so that they can better help each of you get settled. Thank you for your patience." He then turned to the group that stood behind him and held out a hand to the boarding ramp. "Shall we?" |
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Post by ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on May 14, 2024 16:14:51 GMT -8
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As Karnac finished addressing the whole of Abyssos, their murmurings bubbled over again, a few dozen conversations saturating the air with dizzying disorder. Some discussed who would get the beds; the mass majority seemed to agree that the children and the elderly were most deserving. Other conversations questioned what an air scrubber was, and others asked about the refreshers. More cultists expressed confusion and concern about the engine and maintenance rooms, worried they might accidentally cause the ship to implode by entering one of these forbidden rooms. Worse yet, the Virtuosos seemed deadlocked on Lord Tartarus's sleeping body and cast villainous, deadly gazes toward Pandรฆmonium.
The Matriarchs paid no mind to all these conversations for now, though, as there was a far greater task. The Chirurgeon stepped forward from where she stood, buried behind the Archivist, and beelined for her disciples who still dutifully carried Lord Tartarus on the stretcher. At least Karnac had the mind to give her the power she needed to do her job. With a faint but respectful bob of her head, she addressed Pandรฆmonium and her men, who still stood guard. Even if she wanted to refuse, the Chirurgeon knew standing between the High Guard and the High Elder's heir was unwise. Pandรฆmonium and her men would likely follow them and keep watch over the medbay. The Chirurgeon would learn to tolerate their presence.
"Go ahead and guide the Chirurgeon to the infirmary and show the Archivist the layout of your ship, Elder-Slayer. The Archivist has a memory that rivals a photographic one, or so she boasts. I'll stay behind and keep the people settled and orderly until your return."
The Chirurgeon wrinkled her nose in distaste as she 'looked' out over the masses.
"Aye, and you may want to start handing tickets out now, Priestess, as you've turned our future High Elder into a circus act."
The Chirurgeon said nothing more to express her distaste for this morning's theatrics. Even if she did, it wouldn't have done any good anyway. The Priestess only dismissed the Chirurgeon with a wave and said nothing to defend her decisions or refute the youngest Matriarch's bitter claims. She would let time reveal all, and time they would undoubtedly have. But what the Chirurgeon was sure the Priestess didn't account for was the absolute chaos that would now erupt outside the medbay door and the line of the people who would demand to offer their respects. Regardless of what Karnac instructed, it would be a fight to fend them all off, let alone have enough time to perform her duties. Having the Guard around might have its uses, after all.
As if to be the pillar of logic between the two's squabbling, the Archivist stepped closer towards Karnac, now residing so close within his space that he could feel the biting chill from her dancing shadows. Seemingly paying neither of them any mind, she addressed him with a slight nod.
"When thou art ready, we shall at thine command, Elder-Slayer." |
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Post by Karnac on May 15, 2024 7:50:55 GMT -8
Amongst the murmuring, Karnac could make a few of the concerns and wonderment the people carried. Yet, if he was to remain and address each concern, they would never be able to leave. While discussions of who got the beds was a matter for the people and the Matriarchs to sort out, when it came to the ship, all they could do was have faith things would be fine and slowly take in the modern amenities they had yet to experience.
He then turned to the Priestess and the Chirurgeon as they began to bicker a bit regarding what had transpired. It made him wonder how much of this would be on going on the trip and if others would get caught up in similar squabbles. He could only sigh as the Archivist stepped, also eager to move forward and break the two up. Giving a nod, he led them up the ramp into the ship.
Reaching the top, they moved only a bit forward before entering a larger room. Multiple openings could be seen in different directions with a large circular device in front of them, a table with chairs to the left, and a curved seat with another device. Lyne was nearby and Karnac motioned her over. "Please escort the Chirurgeon to the med-bay with her acolytes and help them get set up with the electronics and such." She nodded and motioned for the group to follow her. He wondered if his words might have sounded a bit condescending regarding the help with the modern equipment. It didn't mean to come off as such, just knowing they were unfamiliar and he wanted them to have every possible thing to aid them in use.
He then turned to the rest and motioned for them to follow. His first introduction was to the very room they were in. Calling it the lounge, he spoke of the large holoterminal in the center used to speak with others across the galaxy, the conference table where and and his team could converse if needed, and the other seat and device bein g a holoscreen used for entertainment. He then led them to the left, showing the room Lyne had led the others into as the med-bay. Though they didn't enter, he stopped long enough for them to get a glimpse inside. Moving forward, the next door to the left was mentioned as one of the engine maintenance rooms and shut it after they had a chance to examine it. The other side of the walkway, he led them into a large chamber where all their things had been stored, referring to it as the cargo hold.
Leading them back into the main room of the ship, he took them to the door closest to the table, revealing three double bunk beds, letting the Archivist and the guards that twelve could reside here. Moving through the main hall to the other side of the ship, he led them to a room on the right just past the loading area that was the refresher. Inside resided a pair of showers, toilets, and sinks. Most of what they needed to stay clean and tend to themselves would easily be handled there. Moving on, he mentioned the next door on his right as the other engine room and shut it as well. Across from that, he showed another room with beds, having three single bunks for an additional six people.
Once more entering the main room, he led them in the right most door, though it broke off to the right, he first drew their attention to the room to the left. Inside, Jonas could bee seen sitting and flicking switches. "This is the cockpit. My team and I will reside here. If you need us, this is where we will be. Finally, Pandรฆmonium. If you and your men will follow me." He then led the group down the right most hall. They passed through a room that held their lockers before entering another room, one that held a single bed. He then looked to the group."You and your men can rest here. These are my quarters, but the trip, make yourselves at home." Taking a moment to see if they were able to process everything, he nodded. "Alright, I'll go let the Priestess know everyone can begin boarding." Leaving the group to begin sorting themselves out and find a moment to rest, he made his way down the ramp, stopping at its base and giving the Priestess a nod to let her know they could start boarding.
Leading the Chirurgeon into the medbay, she stepped into a clean white room. A bit of a contrast to the darker appearance of the rest of the ship, it was best for this place to be brighter to better see and tend to injuries. Inside resided two beds, a desk, a large cabinet, and a bacta tank. Stepping to the side, she motioned them within.
"Set him on which ever table you wish. I'll start getting things ready."
Moving over to the cabinet, she began to pull out a few things: A line with a couple bags of liquid, a stand, a syringe needle, as well as a box and black buttons attached to strings. Once they set him down, she stepped up, holding out the needle fitted to the hose and bags.
"I feel it would be better if one of you inserted the needle. It'll let the IVs drip into his system to help keep him hydrated as well as nutrients to get into his system. Also, if you could expose his chest, I can get these nodes attached so his vitals can be monitored."
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Post by ๐๐ช๐ท๐ญรฆ๐ถ๐ธ๐ท๐ฒ๐พ๐ถ on May 15, 2024 17:20:28 GMT -8
CLOSED RP
Karnac gave the word to his comradeโone whom Pandรฆmonium recognized from the battle but had only caught her name in passing. Either Lyne or Lassix, but judging by her temperament, it had to be Lyne. Watching the Chirurgeon and her disciples hustle off with this stranger offered little relief, and the Echani seemed to push forward as if to go with them. Jaxon, though, placed a steady hand on the High Guard's shoulder, stopping her. They shared a glance where unspoken words were shared. Without another issue, she seemed to accept whatever Jaxon imparted, and the four members of the Guard continued with the Archivist as Karnac resumed the tour.
The ship itself was a cold and metallic maze to the High Guard. Luckily, those forbidden rooms were well-marked, and after a few hours, she would no doubt have the layout memorized. However, she shuddered, her last memories being a ship flickering across her vision. They were clearly unpleasant, but the High Guard forced them down and continued as if nothing had happened. Glancing at her men, Pandรฆmonium silently appraised Jaxon, Kalishir, and Sirrok. Kalishir and Sirrok shared a similar story and barely revealed the greater discomfort they hid well for someone of their respective ages. Jaxon, though, remained that stoic and strong pillar that displayed as little as he could. She wondered if he had ever stepped inside a ship while growing up in his village on Haruun Kal.
Eventually, they made their way to the nose of the ship, although not entirely inside the cockpit. Pandรฆmonium nodded toward Jonas, as did Jaxon, but the other two younger Guards seemed overwhelmed by everything. The High Guard straightened, though, as she heard her name specifically. She could feel the urge to make a snappy comment about following him. That's what they were already doing now, wasn't it? But she bit her tongue for the sake of everyone else. She knew that even if he grated on her nerves, Karnac wasn't the worst host. It could have been much worse.
Sure enough, that thought was proven true as he led her and her men into the captain's quartersโhis quartersโand stated that this would be their place of rest for the four days. Any bitterness she harbored at that moment melted away as she took in the room, and even Jaxon offered the faintest twitch of a smile as he surveyed the room. Sirrok went speechless and wide-eyed. Kalishirโwell, Kalishir was probably the most openly enthusiastic of the group as he ran a lap to get a better view of the quarters as a whole and just enjoyed the openness.
Pandรฆmonium clicked her tongue. "Kal, ue'l m'oki."
The Togruta stopped suddenly, like a puppy caught chewing on something it shouldn't have. He grinned at her apologetically and quickly rejoined the group. Pandรฆmonium then turned to follow Karnac out from his quarters with her three other men tailing her.
"I insist that the Guard remain with you and the Priestess during boarding," she stated. "There are too many people. It's too unpredictable for only two of you to guide."
And as if she wasn't giving him another say in the matter, Pandรฆmonium kept walking back to the boarding rampโwith or without Karnac. |
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Post by ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on May 15, 2024 17:35:45 GMT -8
CLOSED RP
Although the ship was more massive than anticipated, her archives proved more of a maze than this layout. Traversing this vessel and guiding others where they could and could not go would be her most uncomplicated assignment in a decade.
As they had all expected, the Archivist judged it would be a tight squeeze for everyone to board. As they had said repeatedly, though, they would make due. They had to, really. There wasn't another option unless somebody wanted to be stranded planet-side without leadership, protection, or rations to survive. However, all that mattered to the Archivist was that important texts had been safely stored to her every instruction within the cargo hold and that her daughter and acolytes would find their way on board before departure. She could figure out the rest later. The rest of Abyssos would do the same.
Throughout the entirety of the tour, the Archivist remained quiet and simply took in her surroundings in great detail, remembering every turn they took, every step, every screw that looked like it was getting a bit too loose, and every button on every piece of puzzling machinery. Once Karnac had stated his intent to bring in Abyssos, the Archivist headed towards the lounge and main lobby area, where she could receive the people and begin directing them as necessary. At the sight of Karnac being escorted by the Guard, her shadows flickered around her merrily, revealing her silent amusement.
Oddly, the High Guard didn't join them, but the Chirurgeon counted it as a blessing. She only had a few precious moments before the people would start pouring into the ship, so every second counted.
The Chirurgeon paused at the center of the medbay, though, even as her disciples dumped Lord Tartarus onto a table and the girl started to get her modern medicinal technology ready. Even with sight granted only by the Force, the Chirurgeon could tell that this room was white and sterile, and she meant that as both a compliment and a criticism. For Harmony's Sake, she was already missing the infirmary back in the village. No sense to gripe about it now.
"What about the herbs?" she asked, seemingly unhurried despite Lyne's attempts to get things moving. "And the furs. Incense. Anything?"
As if knowing that this would happen, one of the Chirurgeon's acolytes, a young human man roughly in his late twenties, took the lead. He had immediately found the wash station and the gloves and was moving about in such a way to reveal that this was not his first time in a modern medbay. Once prepped, he deftly took the needle from Lyne and placed it on a nearby metal table, along with the other items she supplied for the IV.
"Welcome to the real world, Chirurgeon," he uttered, perhaps seeming callous by his chosen wording. Truthfully, he didn't mean anything by it and was simply focused on his current task.
From sterilizing the IV site to hooking up the solution and every step in between, he moved quickly as if he had been waiting and planning for this very moment since the Chirurgeon informed him of Lord Tartarus's state.
"Aye, and how do you know so much about the real world of modern medicine?"
Ignoring her initially, this disciple found scissors to cut away the fabric covering Lord Tartarus's chest. Tartarus was already a tall and somewhat gangly individual. Still, after several days of minimal nutrition, just enough to keep his body alive, his ribs were already starting to poke through. Other signs of malnutrition were also beginning to show. He winced slightly and released a sigh.
"From a past life, Chirurgeon."
A past life. It was the typical excuse for those who had experienced life outside the village and had somehow wound up among Abyssos. Reborn as one of their scholars, they were to put their past lives behind them and dedicate to the cause, the thirst for knowledge. It was ironic how primitive their lives were, though, remaining sequestered from the rest of the galaxy. Another shift. Another journey into vast knowledge and experiences they were once denied.
The others watched, unmoving and out of the way, as this single acolyte carefully stepped back from Tartarus to give Lyne access. He locked eyes with her and spoke slowly and deliberately.
"Thank you... Lyne, was it?"
He turned and began to search for other essential tools for Tartarus's care. Several protocols still needed to be addressed, and vitals still needed to be recorded. They were doing things out of order, and they weren't keeping to certain sterilization standards. But that was fine for now. Judging by the hopeful glimmer in the acolyte's dark eyes, all that seemed to matter now to the young man was that they were finally in a more helpful environment than before.
"Well," the Chirurgeon murmured, "it seems that the rest of you are not needed at present, so you're welcome to find a place to call your own before the rest of the cult shows up. Go on and stake your claims, but remain close by." The Chirurgeon didn't move but added under her breath, "Because it'll only be a matter of time before all of these fancy machines fail us."
The human disciple rolled his eyes at that but still managed a knowing smirk in Lyne's direction. Ignorance was a disease, but it would eventually be rectified. |
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Post by Karnac on May 16, 2024 8:55:58 GMT -8
As Lyne stood there, holding out the needle and bit for the IV, none moved at first. She had suspicions that none had seen an IV before but the uncertainty behind the needle as well as a bit strange to her. It wasn't a task she was unfamiliar with, having to tend to any of the others after a serious battle when they were back with the Resurgent Sith Conclave. She only figured it'd be more reassuring to all present if one of them did it. Yet, before she could pull back, one of the acolytes spoke up and took hold of the pieces she had. From there, he wasted no time in prepping and sterilizing it. Spending a moment getting the stuff ready, she didn't even realize he was already making himself at home within the medbay. During the conversations the night before, she had asked a few of the Priestess's acolytes about themselves and what brought them there. While many spoke of being born there, others mentioned they had come later in life, yet offered no explanation as to their past. If she had to guess, however, this man was once a doctor, or was training to be on. It brought a sense of relief that after helping set things up, someone could be trusted to deal with the modern technology.
She had remained quiet as he confirmed her thoughts with the simply answer to the Chirurgeon's question. It seemed the this woman was going to take some time adjusting. Lyne only hoped that despite her feelings now, she'd adapt and find appreciation in the modern world. With Tartarus's chest now bear, she began setting the node and taping them down. She had held onto the first bit Lady Khira had said upon entering.
"In regards to herbs and incense, we don't have any ourselves. We usually use more modern solutions, including bacta which heals rather rapidly, especially if allowed to soak within the tank." She motioned to the tank in the furthest corner of the chamber. "That being said, your acolytes were given responsibility for storing anything you desired to join us. So I imagine they are easily accessible within the cargo hold over there." She then pointed out the door, the direction showing clearly the open door to the cargo hold. "I'd honestly encourage their use, myself. When we left the Sith with Karnac and his master, we moved away from the world of modern medicine and got to see the value of an older world and its natural medicines. While the machines greatly help and don't fail so easily, the modern world occasionally has its own flaws in its synthesized concoctions. Many make the world of difference, while others cause more problems than they solve."
Once the nodes were in place, she moved over to the monitor and turned it on. It gave a beep as it began to register Tartarus's vitals. "To me, if one can find a nice balance among the natural medicine, modern medicine, and the Force, there is very little a healer can't do. And considering your heritage, what you could achieve is unquestionably greater than most."She made sure not to sound as if she was trying to encourage someone rather simply drew on a factual observation. Miraluka could only see through the Force, but because of their skill, they saw what others never could, even those masterly trained in Force Sight. Certain the monitor was reading correctly, she then turned back to the man as he thanked her. "Of course, though I'm afraid I didn't catch your name." |
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