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Post by Whill Shaman Xixo on Apr 5, 2013 6:22:37 GMT -8
*Dathomir was considered a temperate and beautiful planet by Human standards, with a varied terrain that included coastal lakes and tar-pits, thick forests and snow-capped mountain peaks, powerful rivers and broad savannas, small icecaps and dramatic rift valleys.*
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Post by Corr on Jul 28, 2013 14:51:52 GMT -8
The procession of Mandalorian ships; two shuttle, twelve fighters, and one blastboat, dropped through the dense cloud cover blanketing the northern hemisphere and descended down to cruise over the varied terrain. Following a line of jagged mountains to glide over a dark green canopy of forests they traveled south, passing to the west of the old imperial prison. The ships broke formation as they reached the Great Canyon, the two shuttles and either of the fighters continuing south to follow the Frenzied River towards their destination; The Trade Outpost. The Blastboat and her four escorts veered off to the east, heading towards the dense expanse of swamp within which lurked the Nightsisters Fortress.
The growl of the garrulous engines send wildlife scurrying for cover within the unexplored landscape below, the mechanical roar disturbing the natural peace of a planet rural in its savagery and evolution. Soon the echoing noise passed to the south and east, leaving behind the oblivious serenity of sentient and animal alike.
Murad stared out the viewports at the terrain as the dark smudge of swamp grew more defined. It didn't look very inviting and he wondered why a group of females would pick such a drab and ugly place as their home. It was only as he drew neared and the jungle-like tree's revealed themselves more that he noted that there was a strange kind of vibrant beauty to the place, a healthy growth that ws at odds with the usual morbid and decay-ridden swamplands of other planets. Still, he thought grimly, it would be humid and sweaty and no good for the ship of his armour.
Soon the shape of the citadel that was his destination began to form on the horizon, a black monolith poking its head out of the green and brown canopy like a sharks fin breaching the sea's surface. Soon the details revealed themselves further; the village clustered around the base, half hidden by the foliage, the armaments and defenses cunningly positioned, the landing pad looking as if it had been added as an afterthought.
"Nayc dush..."
He muttered under his breath as he altered his heading slightly, angling in towards the landing pad, preparing for his confrontation with his old flame, the vague worry that he had actually turned her dike rising again in his chest.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2014 20:11:04 GMT -8
Though I could have made the journey into the forest and back more quickly in the flying box of metal I have learned to pilot, instead I ride Usha, my Rancor mount, so that I might feel the energies of the Winged Goddess and Fanged God surrounding me, so that I might commune with the spirit realm more easily than I have yet been able to when not amidst the forests, deserts or canyons of the planet I call home. It had been too long since I traveled thus; my time for months spent training with spell and staff and flying metal box, learning of worlds other than my own, reading from the Book of Shadows so that I might unlearn what I learned as a foolish child from the Book of Law, honing my skills in the arts that will enable me to better serve my Sisters. But now the time has come to return to the stronghold, to my Sisters. I know this for I have heard it in the whispered rustlings of the leaves in the wind, know that soon will come a time when I will be called upon to act on behalf of my Sisters, though I know not what the nature of the call may be or where I will be sent.
I bring Usha to a halt as we reach the top of a small hillock from which I can see the stronghold in the distance, judging from Domir's place in the sky that we will reach the walls of the stronghold after night has descended. Pulling my Verne skin cloak more tightly about me, I gently put my heels into Usha's sides to urge her onward for the stronghold, onward towards what the future has in store for me.
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Post by Atia on Oct 11, 2014 7:06:38 GMT -8
Future came with a whistle, from the top of a dieing tree. The old woman stood there waving. Hera. There were speculations on her age, since she didnt really look ancient, so it was more a playfull gossip between females then legend. She was one of those that ranged out in the wilds. She took care of the trees, bushees, the animal herds and predators. Made sure the wilds around the citadell were in the order the Matriarch wants it to be. Nurtured the strong, and cut the weak in the bud, so the strong could have more lifespace. She was a judge and executioner.
She still moved with agility, allthough gossip said she rarely slept anymore, and she ate herbs for different ailnesses in secret. Gossip, but most flabbermouth stories have some basis in truth.
-Hera-
"Sister Aineki. Long days and pleasant nights."
She said finally as Wiko had reached her tree.
-Hera-
"I must say, I was planning on hunting you down, but I got sidetracked by this tree here."
She had a small pouch on her back, several blades in her belt, with different shapes, surely for different uses, not just killing or simple meal preparation. Also, the enrgy bow.
-Hera-
"Good old tree, Been here since I was a wee girl. Some sickness had taken in its root, and is now spreading in its body, see?"
She tapped on one part of the trunk with her foot, and it sounded solid. Then, an other, and now it was more hollow.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2014 20:10:36 GMT -8
I hear the whistle and, clucking and pulling back on Usha's reigns to call her to a halt near the tree from whence the whistle sounded, look up and return the wave the whistler waves with a wave of a mine accompanied by a smile. "Hail and well met, Sister Hera," I say, and then tilt my head to the side as I then say lightly, "I hope that you were hunting me, Sister, only to find me and not for some other end that might involve my own ending?"
Frowning when Hera reveals the tree in which she has perched has become ill, I pat Usha on the neck and sing softly to her that I wish to dismount. My beloved Rancor mount lowers herself nearer the ground, near enough so that I can slide off, dropping lightly to my feet near the base of the elder tree that has stood since Hera was but a girl. Trees, like any living being or thing, become prey for disease when sick or stressed, this I know, and knowing it, am silent as, squatting down and resting my hands on my knees, I look at the elder tree's trunk, root flares, and the soil in which it is bedded. I nod after a moment, looking up at Hera and saying, "This one might yet be saved, my Sister." Pointing at the root flares of the tree, I say, "We could remove the eroded soil from the old one's root flares, and aerate the land from between it's drip line and trunk out beyond the drip line, being careful of it's feeder roots. Add a little cornmeal to the ground around to help the old one fight it's disease, and dry molasses to feed the microbes in the soil, and the old one could yet outlive you and I, Sister. I smile, knowing that it is likely Hera knows all the secrets of plants and trees I know, and likely knows more than I, and say, But I tell you what you already know, Sister, do I not? Shall we save this elder, Sister, so that future Sisters might shelter in its branches? Or do you judge its time has come, and, coming, should be allowed to come without our trying to keep it from coming?"
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Post by Atia on Oct 12, 2014 9:43:55 GMT -8
Hera hunkers down on the branch, to closer see what Sister 'Aineki' is showing her. As is, as the sister says. Some dirt work and cleaning, and the tree will prosper. But.... To what end? She looks around, and finds some more evidence that could lead to a judgement.
-Hera-
"Outlive me for sure, Sister. You? We shall have to see. Letting one old live for its thick trunk and the memmory in it may be Viable, we have to see what it does to other creatures. The swamps and woods are no such, if only one life holds its name. What purpouse does this old one have? Look. Spillings."
The old woman prowled over to a spot on a lower branch like a feline. Standing on three defferent branches, and reaching for a forth. There were black balls in old modly goo.
-Hera-
"Spillings in a Chabht Tree. It has not rained for two days... it is a fresh track..."
She squeesed one of the balls, then reached it to her nose smelling it.
-Hera-
"Winged gecco. Ah. What does that tell you, my sister?"
She... took the mentor role... It was inevitable with her. She was old, and wise, true, and liked to remind others of that fact.
As she asked, her gaze went out over the swamps. Winged Geccoes, climbing up a tree, then jumping and... ah... there it was. Her eyes stopped on a large pile of bog. Maybe the remains of an animal under the swamp muck? Or gasses, chemical reactions in the depths of the swamp, boiling up here? Lot it could be, but there were enough insects to foster a colony of lizards...
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2014 17:49:22 GMT -8
I watch in silence as Hera investigates the elder tree further, finding the droppings of a winged gecko and then, following her gaze, see the insect infested lump in the bog. Pondering the question asked of me, I ponder silently what Hera has given me to ponder, wondering what she has seen and, having seen it, what she has read in what has been seen. Insects are as much a part of the ecological landscape as the tree and the geckos, but they are also vectors for disease, destroyers of crops and plants - should they be allowed to reproduce unchecked, and their predators be deprived of homes, they could throw the system out of balance; a small place in the circle the elder tree may represent, the fate of all certainly not reliant upon its survival or death, but overlooking such small places as a matter of course could allow the small to grow and threaten the whole.
"It tells me, Sister, that the old one is home to an insect predator," I say slowly, putting the home together with the insects and the bog, then, venturing as guess based on the preponderance of insects, guess, "and, as it is such a home, that it should be tended to so that the geckos might reproduce and prosper so that they, in turn, might keep the insects that have been reproducing from reproducing too much?" I pose my answer as a question so that Hera will know that I do not pretend to know all that she knows and am willing to listen and learn what she knows so that I know it too, her knowledge living on then in me so that it might be passed on to other Sisters and then on and on, an unbroken and ever growing chain of knowing not unlike the other chains of knowledge that Sisters present and past have forged and will forge.
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Post by Jensin Kal on Oct 15, 2014 23:53:12 GMT -8
102 Years Ago... There was a hollow whistle moving across the open terrain of Dathomir, a spine chilling whistle as if the planet were moaning in pain. He was amongst those he had no respect for, those he hated yet desired greatly. The small group of witches were his answer to what he sought out. Where no one could find them, nor hear them in an enclosed area between rocky hills and cliff edges the flat surface area was dimly lit. Within the blood markings on the stone Dante stood, having his black cloak removed from his back. You will be reborn from the ashes of Chaos. A witch said to him to continue the ritual they were in the middle of. When the cloak was removed from his back the black markings all over his body were revealed, these were ruins of great evil. The Sith once used this magic many years ago but this time Dante would have the ruins engraved into flesh to taint his very soul. Dante's theme
From beneath her black cloak a smile crept up along the side of her mouth, she then stopped in front of Dante looking directly at him with a blade concealed beneath her robe. She had no intention of killing him right here, no. He was doing that to himself against their will, but this was basically an assisted suicide for the runes would tear him apart. I give my soul to the darkness. He spoke briefly just before she removed a ceremonial blade enchanted with dark energy with the blades edge drenched in the black blood of some monstrousness beast. Dante was expressionless now as he prepared himself to endure the greatest pain he will ever experience, and then, no more. ..the darkness takes you. She spoke before piercing his flesh with the blades edge as the black goo burned his skin while the sharp blade deepened. Continuously she ripped threw as blood poured down his chest, his eyes were wide and wet. His mouth had been opened but the pain was so great he couldn't even scream. She turned the blade threw the flesh as the black blood melted the wound in it's trail until she crossed threw when the mark emitted a green energy that vanished after a moment. His eyes were closed, his mouth hung open as if he were dead standing on the spot, in fact he wasn't breathing. They all knew he was dead, it was only a matter of time when he would - Dantes eyes opened. Fear gripped them first and then it was the force.
The ceremonial mask starred at him from afar, set upon stone. He walked past the bloody bodies of those he just murdered, he lifted the mask to his face and when he opened his eyes they faded from a pure black to grey colorless pupils. |
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Post by Atia on Oct 16, 2014 13:40:42 GMT -8
The old Sister nodded, and reclined onto a thicker branch. Crouching there, she looked left, looked right, searching for other indications that would help her judgement. Finally, she found an acorn. It was not fully developed, still green and moist, but an acorn. Hera plucked it, and put it into her mouth. Chewing loudly, and for nearly a minute, then spat the remains out.
-Hera-
"The Acorn is good, the sickness has not spread to its child. I will investigate more, but this old one may stand more. As for you, my sister, I have tidings."
With a step, she fell and landed on sure feet, from several meters up in the crown of the old tree.
-Hera-
"As you know, the Matriarch and her protogé left for the woods months ago, and have not yet come back. Whatever or wherever they dwell, it is not their clan home. Disscent has spread amongst the sisters. With much to do, as you see... trees and animal herds need tending, predators guided in life and growing... they decided to look for drama. Bloody drama.
An other sister has been gone too, but her legacy stays. Sister Atia has not heard from herself for months also, but her .... Council of Queens stay. Without the Matriarch to hold our sisters leash, many believe her to be a threat to... well, their individual power. Atia is out amongst the stars, riding in metal boxes and does god knows what."
She took a breath. She is not used to say more then four words at once, and it was clear she had thought on this long.
-Hera-
"The sisters want to know where Atias loyality lies. They want to know what she is up to, and if her dealings are a danger to Dathomir and our teachings. You are close to our sister Atia, are you not?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2014 18:22:54 GMT -8
I smile when Hera states that the elder tree may yet be spared, and then tilt my head to the side and arch an eyebrow inquisitively when she says that she bears news for me. I listen to her tidings, some old - that my Matriarch has gone, perhaps never to return, I am keenly aware of, her absence having left a void in this new life I have made just as it has made for all my Sisters - and some new and disturbing - such as the fact Atia's absence has caused some to doubt her loyalty to the Nightsisters.
I am silent after Hera has posed her question, digesting all that has been said and organizing my thoughts before answering carefully, "Atia and I are close, that we are. We have traveled together, trained together, bled together. She can be an enigma to me at times, I must confess, and can be changeable too, but I do not doubt for a moment that her loyalty lies with the Nightsisters. Her loyalty has ever been absolute and unswerving, and do not believe any amount of time spent traveling amidst the stars in metal boxes would cause to swerve, bend, or break such loyalty as hers. As for what she does in her boxes traveling on the sea of stars, I know not. I pause a moment, considering the matter, before looking at Hera and suggesting, I could travel in my own metal box out into the stars, seek my Sister out, learn what it is she does, and return to set the minds of those Sisters who wish to know whether her loyalties are unchanged at ease?"
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Post by Atia on Oct 17, 2014 9:55:22 GMT -8
The old Nightsistr nodded.
-Hera-
"We may have lost a lot, allthough hope stands fast the Matiarch may return. We do not want to loose more. Atia holds power here too, not only in the outworlds. The Council of Queens she brought, and their insectiod armies have become a concern. She had hold over them, but without her, we grow restless.
Have good travels, and may you hold Dathomir in your heart sister, because you are in hers. Dont forget to remind yourself of that, and remind our sister."
She said her farewells, then added.
-Hera-
"The outworlds are great, its power is curiosity. The path of the curious can lead to great knowledge and advance the coven. It can also lead to a great fall into a dark bottomless pit. Be vary Sister, be safe, and be strong."
It was clear she meant her warning for both Wiko, and their sister Atia.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2014 19:35:24 GMT -8
Hera answers my question, or accepts the offer that my question made, offering, in turn, sound advice for what I need to bear in mind when setting out to seek our absent Sister; advice I will take to heart, for it has the ring of truth, as does her final warning. I do not fear the lure of curiosity; no matter what wonders I may behold or what temptations or distractions I might encounter, my home is here among my Sisters.I do not speak my thoughts, or offer assurances - words are wind, this I know, and I know too that my return will be all the answer or response that Hera requires - and instead nod, my expression intent and determined, as, clucking my tongue to call for Usha to lower herself to the ground, I say solemnly, "It is farewell then, my Sister. For now. Climbing onto Usha's neck and taking the reigns in my hands, I look up at Hera and say, I thank you for your counsel, Sister. May your days be long, and your nights pleasant," and then put my heels gently to Usha's sides, urging her forward towards the stronghold . . .
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Post by Atia on Oct 18, 2014 11:25:02 GMT -8
-hera-
"And you twice the number."
She herself was soon consumed by the fauna that covered this part of Dathomir, and there she went. She gathered evidence, she judged, and she executed.
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Post by dyvius on Jan 10, 2015 10:26:31 GMT -8
Sometime in the past; Qwelli Sector, Cathar... (Private Storyline)
Planetfall.
Three Jedi Masters were now sprinting across a plain, moving through the tall, dry grass like wind through reeds. Their starfighters had been left, obscured by a copse of spindly trees out in the midst of the savannah, where no one would easily locate them. Obviously, keeping their presence a secret for as long as possible was a top priority considering the Cathar governing body currently ruling the planet was not necessarily open to Jedi or Republic operatives moving freely on the surface of their planet. With Cathar's moon only a sliver, visibility was extremely low to the average being, and even the feline Cathar would have a very difficult time spotting the wraith-like Jedi without having been searching for them.
Regardless, the three Jedi Masters were taking no chances. As such, the Nautolan Master Rael Starfall had insisted they remain under comm silence and physically separated by 50 meters until they reached the capital city of which they had landed on the outskirts. Born of a race of sentient predators, the Shivastanen Master Keth Agrav wholeheartedly agreed with the strategy and the human Master Lapay no Ryu was of the same mind on the matter.
Either way, the three Jedi were merely thinking about the degree of stealth they would need to use as they moved about the city most likely hostile to their presence. Time was essentially of the essence: it would only be so long before Durm Storm and his cohort were expected to return, and any delays might just tip off the rest of the Revolutionary leadership to something having gone wrong. With everyone on edge, the Jedi mission would even be harder to execute, and it may even lead to the captured Republic diplomatic party being put in further danger. All of these potential results were unacceptable to the Jedi, so they knew moving swiftly, even on low amounts of intel was critical.
They continued their silent dash to the city, drawing on the Force to speed them along.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2015 23:01:00 GMT -8
The pair of Acclamator's continued their descents towards the surface, with the TwinTails going ahead of them and performing bombing runs on the area the Assault Ships' were going to land. As Satish's gunship descended from orbit, a number of other LAAT/i's were deployed from the Acclamator's and started forming a perimeter around the area the capital ships touched down in, their massive landing gear's extending forth from their belly's. Even as the ramps were lowered to allow the troops within to disembark, Earth Shaper's were already erecting rock barriers to form the perimeter of the landing area.
It was then, that the SPHA, MAS-2xB's, and AV-7's were rolled out, with the Self-Propelled Turbolasers taking to the air with a contingent of Metal Shaper's aboard each ship. Once a majority of the troops were ground side, Satish signalled for the troops to move out, seperating into three main contingents composed of a variety of troops, with one contingent heading for the Jedi Praxeum, another to the Star Temple, and the final one making for the Nightsister Fortress. It was this final contingent that Satish went with, after rustling up a handful of LAAT Gunships, Metal Shapers, and Combustion Shapers to go on a special mission to disable the Fortreses shield generator
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Post by Merrik Piett on Feb 27, 2018 15:33:05 GMT -8
After a quiet and hopefully stealthy trip down the Raider-class Corvette Priestess lands at the appointed Coordinates. Gesturing for Seth to send his appointed men out to set up a perimeter Major Drax and the other two members of Fury Squad Make their way down to the bottom of the ships boarding ramp in their black commando armor minus the helmets, to wait for the representatives of the Clans they had been told to expect.
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Post by Seth Gentry on Feb 27, 2018 15:48:12 GMT -8
Seth, almost indistinguishable from the Scout troopers under his command, signaled called for first squad to move out, while second squad worked on moving out the E-web turrets into the perimeters most defensive positions. While he scanned the surrounding area through the scope of his E-11s sniper. If he and his men were in prime positions, covering both the landing zone and the approaches. His last four squads of nine scouts held position within the Corvette, ready to reinforce any positions that called for it. Satisfied, by his men's work, Seth returned to the Major.
Area is secure, sir.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2018 12:33:21 GMT -8
The Clan Mothers of the Bright Sun Clan, Great Canyon Clan, and the Scissorfists Clan all gathered together as they strode forth from the trees. Behind them, a visible gathering of some several dozen Witches. Each bearing their own Clan's unique style of clothing and armed with various weapons. Deeper in the forest, more Witches stood vigil. Acting much the same as the Imperial Scouts. Ready to move in to action should this meeting go south, or the Imperials attempted to betray them.
Keera stepped ahead of her fellow Clan Mothers then. Bearing the markings of the Bright Sun Clan on her clothing and in tattoo form on her cheek. She had been the one to reach out to the First Order after Ebony had brought in Satish and his... Shapers. While they had been a boon to defeating the Nightsisters, Satish was little better than the enemy they had defeated. A fact proven when he had forced the Clan Mothers to forcefully submit to Ebony's rule and marked them. Ensuring their obedience not to Ebony, but to him. But their new Grand Matriarch was too much an innocent fool to see it
Welcome to Dathomir, I am Clan Mother Keera, of the Bright Sun Clan. You must be the agents of the First Order?
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Post by Merrik Piett on Feb 28, 2018 16:07:28 GMT -8
Major Drax bowed politely as the Clans' emissary steps forward and addresses him. The First Order officer's light brown eyes take in the display of force. It wasn't intened to intimidate he guessed, but just to show they meant business, which is good because he wasn't here for games. Stepping forward slightly displaying a smile of unusually straight and white teeth and introduced himself. It's a pleasure to meet you Clan Mother Keera. I am Major Drax of the First Order Intelligence Division. This is Lt. Gentry. He says gesturing to the scout trooper commander standing just behind him on his right. And those are Agents Vixen and Pride. He gestures at the other two Intel Agents in their Black commando Armor, still positioned with their helmets on at the base of Priestess's landing ramp. And I hear we were called here for a good old fashioned liberation, is that correct? He flashes his disarming smile once more, effecting a casual air, being sure to keep his hands far from the blaster pistol on his hip.
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Post by Seth Gentry on Mar 1, 2018 11:16:21 GMT -8
Seth's troopers were well hidden, but no doubt many of them had been spotted by the natives (home field advantage and all). Lt. Gentry had his weapon at ease waiting for further instruction from his new commander, all the while keeping tabs on his men under his breath.
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