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Post by Whill Sosondowah on Feb 24, 2019 6:44:25 GMT -8
As one walked through the ancient walls of the temple they would pass by an unassuming door. Small and wooden door held closed by a simple latch but going in one would be greeted by a warm homey atmosphere. Four walls of hewn logs with two rough hewn beams supporting a second floor.
Smaller than most grand halls the first thing a person would notice would be the trophies along the wall. Heads, Horns, Tails, Wings. Trophies of 1001 hunts, but the more one looked the more they would realise there was a hole. A space cleared above the stone fireplace that was left for something.
Looking around at the rest of the room one would see the spaces clearly defined. A kitchen table and cast iron stove in one corner for cooking. A small holo projector and two chairs sat in another. If you went up a ladder to the second floor you would be greeted by a bed and a host of books. On the far wall was a second door and hunting equipment.
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Twi'leck Triplet Dubh
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Aug 16, 2021 14:25:38 GMT -8
And she walked into the next room. Momentoes told of many a proud kill. Looking the room over, muttering to herself as she investigated -Shakk- She tacked her sign on the floor, then finding a black marker scribbled another word on the sign. And she slipped from the room. AN LUCHT SIUIL DHIUBH Tale of the Twi'leck Three Miigwech
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Post by Whill Sosondowah on Aug 16, 2021 15:55:54 GMT -8
Roughly an hour after the Twi'lek left the room Sosondowah entered into the room. Sniffing the air the Whill could tell something was different than he had left it. Over the untold millennium his hunters senses had never worsened, in fact they had only gotten better. Even before becoming a Whill he was able to track a being with only the smallest of trails to follow. Since taking on this responsibility he could feel a breeze on Tython and know exactly what was happening at any place anywhere in the universe. Indeed he could occasionally feel the whispers of other universes bleeding through to this one. The most recent of those bleed overs being when a small green goblin like creature reached out in the Force to try and find a Jedi to teach him the ways of the Force. In his arrogance, or maybe ignorance he had reached out to Sosondowah himself. He had to turn him down sadly. His path was not to become a hunter.
Taking a further step into the room he sniffed again and located the smell faint as it was. It was unmistakably that of a permanent sharpie marker, the fumes of which could be identified by anyone. Being down he studied the the words scrawled onto the newest memento to the room before touching the sign. He could feel the oils present on the wood, clearly a biological had entered the room and recently. Turning the wooden sign over and over in his hands he looked for the nigh imperceptible markings or other things that may identify the owner. There were several fibers located under some splintered wood. Small enough that to the untrained eye they would not be noticeable alas he had trained eyes Removing the fibers he placed one in his mouth and spat it out instantly.
Twi'lek why did it have to be twi'leks.
There was more to it than that though. Sure he could just rewind time and see who was here and smite them before they placed the sign but where would be the challenge in that? Plus why smite someone who had the gall to enter into his home without his permission and defile it.
For the first time it dawned on him to actually look at what was written on the sign and he just shook his head. It was so obvious who had been here now. Only a member of the Iron Fists would have written such a message. Placing the sign off to the side among the other trophies in the room Sosondowah sat down on his rocking chair and with a snap of his fingers started a fire where he became lost in thought staring at the flames.
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