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Post by Shaman Anaxilea on Aug 26, 2019 18:53:27 GMT -8
The history is not yet known.
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Prophet C'thyl
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Oct 28, 2019 11:02:13 GMT -8
Morjanssik - Pearl of the Deep At the bottom of the ocean, twohundred kilometers below any major landmass of Dac, rested the Quarren city of Morjanssik at the edge of a deep trench. The deep sea city itself was not only famous for being mainly inhabited by Quarren, but also for the vast source of Farium being mined below within the trench the city bordered. The valuable material was utilized in the process of constructing starship hulls, thus becoming the major work sector of the city. Yet, criminal activities within Morjanssik were as common as within any major mining city of the universe as black markets and illegal gambling became lucrative for some individuals, despite the efforts of local authorities to undermine these issues. It was this god-forsaken place, where C'Thyl was raised as an orphan, where he had worked as a miner and where he first made contact with the Voices.
Here, at the edge of the abyss, unseen horrors lurked within the shadows.
Major Locations
The Trench Within the kilometre-deep trench, the local workers of Morjanssik mine the alloy Farium, utilized for constructing starship hulls. Yet major parts of this trench are still unclaimed and terrors like Shaxad lurk within the darkness of the ocean
Office building of the Chief Manager As the seat of Morjanssik's administration the Chief Manager of the city tends to reside within this massive building alongside his staff. Rumor has it that the building is haunted since the mysterious outburst of former Chief Manager Sqir after a meeting with the Prophet himself, as electricity tends to flicker from time to time and people claim to have seen some sort of corrupted holo projector reflections within the rooms of the building from time to time, driving some of the local workers crazy. The current Chief Manager is an allied Quarren of C'Thyl's cult.
Morjanssik Sanitation Bureau A local organization within the city of Morjanssik.
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Eleanor Ryan
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Post by Eleanor Ryan on Oct 29, 2019 15:00:59 GMT -8
Within the city of Morjanssk rested what could only be described as an oasis of sorts. Sitting on the very edge of the trench that the city sat over, the area consisted of a plane of empty seafloor, decorated in an almost whimsical fashion by various deepsea corals, in rows along the various limestone paths that cut their way through the otherwise green-ish surface, as trimmed deep sea grass covered the small outcropping this small estate was built on. Lights lined the paths, casting weak rays of pure white light, illuminating a small area above the paths. Furthermore, lining the outside of the estate, triangular, blue lights provided something of a defined border against the horrors lurking in the deep trenches surrounding Morjanssk. An elaborately decorated gate served as the edge of the small park, and a bugger against the rest of the uncivilized nature of the small mining town on the edge of the sea. Durasteel, covered in black, blast proof material, serves as an effective conductor of the invisible ray shields that sealed this part of the city off from the rest of the world. Furthermore, on the edge of the rift itself, a small, glass structure, with two large, metal conducting vanes on it stood as a sort of Gazebo for the inhabitant of the villa.
However, the grandness of the estate itself could not compare to the building that stood at the center of this section of the city. What originally would some as a large, pentagonal monolith would instead reveal itself to be composed of a complex network of towers, passageways, large parks, all based around a large, circular base, and topped off by a large, steel dome that housed various rooms of epic proportions. Magnificent windows allowed for blue color to filter its way into the home from whatever little light could be derived from outside, which illuminated art-deco rooms within the palace. Golden statues, black-and-white floors, red walls, interior fountains, and other such expensive decorations gave the interior of the home a grand, imposing interior structure indeed. Two large cooling vanes completed the structure, with large spotlights on the top of the building illuminating the sea above it in large arcs.
Eleanor herself was sitting in her "gazebo" today, looking out over the rift, feeling somewhat lost. As she had for what must have been a month now. Following her parents' death and the dissolution of the Galactic Alliance, Ryan had been, for the most part, devoid of purpose in life. At one point, she was destined to take control of both her mother and father's systems, becoming the head of a major regional power in the Galactic Alliance. But that day had long since passed, with the fall of the GA at the hands of the First Order.
A week ago, she had celebrated her 18th birthday. But, in spite of the fanfare, the good food, and the elaborate ceremony, the ceremony felt dead, and empty like the depths of the ocean. Indeed, even the new diving suit she received couldn't change her mind, though from what she knew, the suit could allow her to withstand extreme pressures underwater, as well as propel herself at tremendous speed. Even so, she sat in this gazebo, observing the small fish floating past her window, and waiting for something to happen.
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Shaxad
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Post by Shaxad on Oct 30, 2019 16:35:25 GMT -8
Deep within the Trench that Morjanssik overlooked, many creatures lurked within the darkness. But none so great and powerful as Shaxad, the Behemoth of the Deep. He had feasted upon the traitors and the unworthy that had trained escape after his awakening, and now his thoughts turned to schemes. His mind reaching out across the city to find those vulnerable and lonely. Ripe for the picking, as mortals were oft to say. Settling upon the depths of the trench, he found just the mind he was seeking. A young woman that he had been watching for weeks, gleaning information upon her from the minds of those around her.
He slowly shrouded her presence within his own, careful not to press upon her mind. She was the only remaining heir of two former senators of the former Galactic Alliance. A position which placed her well within a potential place of power. All she needed was a push in the right direction, and then she would become a valuable asset to the Dominion and the great Ones. All he needed do, was turn her. A task made all the easier by the state of isolation she was in.
When at last he enclosed her presence, he let out a low rumble before pressing upon the edges of her mind. His deep voice still sounding loud within her mind even as he sought to approximate a whisper Eleanor... Eleanor Ryan...
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Eleanor Ryan
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Post by Eleanor Ryan on Nov 9, 2019 21:59:36 GMT -8
Eleanor was stretching out on the chaise on which she had previously sitting, toying with her impeccably-made, blonde-died hair. She almost seemed too perfect, like she was a porcelain vase standing on a shelf just waiting to be broken by a passer-by. Perhaps it was this that she strobe for, though she never would be willing to admit it, predisposed as she was to at least give the public appearance of an assertive, dominant, take charge personality. To some, it might even be considered that her personality was all this carried to an extreme degree.
Yet in spite of all this emphasis on control, at that moment when whatever reached out to her, she instantly felt somewhat intrigued by it. Initially startled, she sat straight up off the chaise, letting her flawless hair fall to the side, while looking left and right for the originator of the voice.
The voice itself was extremely peculiar, but almost in a dangerous, alluring method that kindled something of a flame of curiosity within her. Like a candle slowly melting away, as the voice spoke to her, she could feel it reaching out around her, wrapping itself and attempting to take hold of her. Dark and twisted, yet intriguing and fascinating. Controlling but passionate. However, her force of will, at least for now, was enough to scatter off the alluring qualities of the voice, for she was certainly more resilient then most would be. The voice itself seemed to be originating from the trench which the small “gazebo” overlooked, and so she made her way over to the window and gazed out of it, attempting to pierce the dark depths that surrounded the swirling currents rising up from within it. She had always been taught to fear the deep ocean, and she really believed it.
Yet, in spite of all this mounting evidence to suggest some sort of malignant intent to the voice calling her name, there was some aspect of that candle melting away within her that wanted to know more.
“Who are you and how do you know my name?”
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Shaxad
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Post by Shaxad on Nov 26, 2019 18:49:17 GMT -8
With his ability to perceive things within the Force, Shaxad was able to pierce the veil of the physical world and watch Eleanor as she sat up. He had been watching her this way for some time now. And nothing about her seemed to change. She was beautiful for a human female. Fragile and yet strong. An odd combination for many to have, yet Eleanor seemed to encompass it perfectly.
Even as he watched her move to the window to try and see him, Shaxad remained cloaked in the shadows. A smile would have formed on the behemoths lips should he have had the ability to do so. Instead, he moved slowly within the depths of the trench as the woman questioned who he was and how he knew her name. Questions that were easy enough to answer I am Shaxad, the Behemoth of the Deep. Brought forth from the Nether by the Prophet C'thyl, a loyal servant of the depths... I know all and see all... Even you Eleanor... A lone woman standing against the galaxy... And yet, confined to her home like some kind of prisoner whose gaolers wish to keep you hidden away... So that they can claim what is rightfully yours...
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Eleanor Ryan
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Post by Eleanor Ryan on Dec 2, 2019 15:56:05 GMT -8
With his ability to perceive things within the Force, Shaxad was able to pierce the veil of the physical world and watch Eleanor as she sat up. He had been watching her this way for some time now. And nothing about her seemed to change. She was beautiful for a human female. Fragile and yet strong. An odd combination for many to have, yet Eleanor seemed to encompass it perfectly.
Even as he watched her move to the window to try and see him, Shaxad remained cloaked in the shadows. A smile would have formed on the behemoths lips should he have had the ability to do so. Instead, he moved slowly within the depths of the trench as the woman questioned who he was and how he knew her name. Questions that were easy enough to answerI am Shaxad, the Behemoth of the Deep. Brought forth from the Nether by the Prophet C'thyl, a loyal servant of the depths... I know all and see all... Even you Eleanor... A lone woman standing against the galaxy... And yet, confined to her home like some kind of prisoner whose gaolers wish to keep you hidden away... So that they can claim what is rightfully yours... As she slowly sat back down, recovering from her initial surprise of being spoken to in what was supposed to be a place of the highest degree of seclusion. A place meant for no-one but her. Brushing some of her hair out of her face, she chose to remain seated in this manner, though she did reach out to turn off the small device by which she had been listening to relaxing piano music in order to clear her head; she was far more interested in the discussion at hand."Very well, 'Shaxad, Behemoth of the Deep.' I suppose it is a pleasure to meet you as is... truthfully, it has been far too long since I've had any really... intelligent company. And the guards don't count, they are just here to provide my own safety." She stretched out on the chaise, the semitransluscent silks covering her falling in waves and crests over both her body and the chaise on which she stretched out on."All this I already know, but what other option is there? The outside world is... unsafe for my kind. Especially for someone like me..."
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Shaxad
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Post by Shaxad on Dec 11, 2019 19:57:13 GMT -8
Shaxad came to rest in the shadows of the trench almost directly below the building in which Eleanor was currently located. His gaze piercing through the walls to watch as she laid down upon the chaise. A pair of tentacles wrapped around some rocks that rose up from the sea floor, anchoring him further Your guards are simpletons, tasked with keeping you where you are... He let out what could be believed to be a laugh within the Force, as Eleanor spoke of the world outside not being safe for someone like her And who told you it was unsafe? Your supposed protectors? Fools who run around with their little guns... Nothing compared to the power off a god... Nowhere is dangerous for you, especially not in your new suit... They fear you, and what you can do. That is why they want you to believe you are safer inside your gilded cage...
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Eleanor Ryan
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Post by Eleanor Ryan on Jan 13, 2020 20:19:51 GMT -8
Eleanor decided that whoever this Shaxad was, he was going to have to work for her attention somewhat. Instead of heeding the call of his voice, she continued to stretch out across the chaise, seemingly oblivious to the request that the giant sea monster had made. Not that she knew that he was a monster; for all she knew, she was imagining voices in her head due to her relative isolation, and was slowly descending into madness.
“Well I suppose those guards are not the most competent individuals out there... they have certainly failed me in the past before... still, as you yourself said, I am a lone woman standing against the galaxy. These walls shield me from the rest of the galaxy. Why would I give them up so quickly, aside for your aforementioned argument?”
This was spoken with a slightly less innocent, and more inquisitive tone. Truth be told, she could answer that question for herself, but she wanted to see what kind of person this Shaxad was before engaging with him directly. For her own safety as well as his. Naturally, however, she kept these thoughts well secret to herself in the Force.
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Shaxad
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Post by Shaxad on Feb 6, 2020 21:29:39 GMT -8
She truly was quit the delight. Many others would have already bent the knee and come to him. But Eleanor did her best to remain indifferent. It seemed more and more likely that he had made a perfect choice in whom to place his attention. He closed his eyes then, projecting an image through the Force and into Elanor's mind. Worlds and Armies beyond counting kneeling before her as their Queen Join me, and you will never be alone again... You will be a Queen, with armies at your every beck and call. Your guards will answer to you and no one else... Together we can rule and reshape the Galaxy into what we want it to be. The galaxy will quake in fear of the name Queen Eleanor of the Dominion, Conqueror of Worlds, and Commander of Armies...
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Eleanor Ryan
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Post by Eleanor Ryan on Feb 6, 2020 21:58:03 GMT -8
She had to admit, the sound of “Eleanor, Conqueror of Worlds” filled herself with anticipation, as if she could already imagine herself now, standing on the bridge of a massive star cruiser, at the head of the galaxy. Once upon a time, she had been groomed for such a role, prepared for it; hell, she even expected it somewhat. Every sign in her life pointed toward her ascension into Chancellor of the Galactic Alliance. Of course, all this had fallen apart, and the back of her mind had admittedly been spinning, working to come up with ways by which to make her vision of the galaxy a reality. A galaxy of peace and order. A quiet galaxy. Admittedly, her principles had been warped somewhat, both by her isolation and by the darkside energies which she was being exposed to, and as the dark possibilities began to fill her mind, she began to grow a sense of anticipation, of desire, and of recklessness. Yet, even so, despite the rising emotions beginning to consume her, reason continued to prevail, and so she chose to continue further down the line of questioning.
“You certainly know how to make a girl feel special... but my question for you, Shaxad, is what do you want?”
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Shaxad
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Post by Shaxad on Feb 7, 2020 3:04:53 GMT -8
He could sense, taste even, how close he was to winning her over. But still she resisted the call, pressing him with further questions. Something that might have otherwise vexed others being so close and yet feeling so far from their prize. But Shaxad was patient. He had spent millennia within Chaos, waiting to be unleashed into the Mortal realm. He had waited this long to get here, what was a little longer to convince Eleanor in comparison The galaxy is filled with chaos caused by division. The Emperor believes he and his family are fit to rule the galaxy through military force. The Prime Minister and his Senate believe that elected officials can rule through political power. And they wage endless war against one another, to see who will come out on top... They are both misguided ideologies. Only the Gods and their chosen are fit to rule this Galaxy. I wish to reshape the galaxy and unite it as one people and bring peace... Peace that no man can bring about and maintain. For the hearts of men are filled with greed. They can never be content and must always conquer, pillage, and accumulate more. When they cease to do so, their underlings betray them and seat a new conqueror upon the throne. But none dare challenge and defy a God...
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Eleanor Ryan
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Post by Eleanor Ryan on Feb 7, 2020 5:20:54 GMT -8
"It's true enough that both sides involved in this conflict are ultimately misguided - as someone who was destined to lead one and raised to hate the other, I can say for certain, both sides are incredibly misguided in their efforts, and I don't disagree that perhaps a third perspective is correct - and one that none have thought of before. After all, the unknown is always quite alien to us as humanity, and we as a species fear what we don't understand."
Yet, what he said here is not what struck her most about what Shaxad had said; Eleanor felt a shiver run up her back as he whispered the fact that "none dare challenge and defy a god" as, in many ways, challenging and defying a god is what she was doing right now, by simply not acquiescing to the demands of whatever this entity was. Yet, at the same time, it almost energized her more, filling her with a degree of anticipation, electrification, and indeed, in some ways, giving her a pleasant tingly feeling that made her long for contact with another living organism.
She continued to stretch out on the chaise, but as she did, she brushed her leg against the release button for her suit, which was ejected from a pod in the wall, suspended in the air via repulsers, gently reflecting blue light against the glass of the space, bathing her in this soft light, revealing the translucent detailing along the dress and stockings that she wore. Shifting slightly in her position crossing her legs, she chose to then try and prod at the heart of the beast. Not necessarily its motivations and ambitions politically, but its motivations at a base, animalistic level. Something she could personally hold on to. As she did, she reached out in the force, pushing against Shaxad's presence, however, weaker then she normally might have if she was truly attempting to free herself from the tendrils of the Dark Side influence; rather, she instead wanted to feel Shaxad's power, to pull her in entirely, to dwarf her own. In many ways, she had not felt a real challenge for years, and she aimed to change that now.
"But what do you want Shaxad, personally? Is it simply power, or is there something else you desire?"
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Shaxad
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Post by Shaxad on Mar 22, 2020 0:09:14 GMT -8
His all seeing gaze, thanks to the Force, permitted Shaxad to easily view Eleanor within her room as she shifted upon the chaise. Her thinly veiled form stretched out in comfort, looking every bit the person that should be served. But his focus was briefly pulled toward her efforts within the Force, as she pushed back against his presence. If it was a challenge she wanted, it was a challenge she would get. Shaxad's dark presence within the Force strengthened, causing dark tendrils to extend forth to wrap around her arms and legs to hold her in place. He projected an image of his appearance into her mind then. Her arms and legs trapped by his tentacles as he held her form in front of his massive hulking face. The pair of giant maws that lined his head hanging open and crackling with power There is no such thing as simply wanting power... You must want to use that power for something, otherwise it is a waste... For me... I hunger for sustenance. I consume all within my path that I deem unworthy to continue existing. It fuels me... Allows me to continue on stronger than before... He let go of the illusion, freeing Eleanor to be once more laid out upon her chaise within her room You can be predator or prey... consumer or consumed... All life must come to an end. You can either benefit from taking the lives of others, or others will benefit from taking your life...
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Eleanor Ryan
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Post by Eleanor Ryan on Apr 22, 2020 19:28:03 GMT -8
It was almost instantaneously as she had asked that question that she suddenly felt control wrested away from her. In an instant, whatever illusion of control she had over the situation evaporated into thin air as the Force illusion began to seize her, limb by limb, until she was suspended in the air. Yet, despite how horrifying as it may have sounded, to Eleanor, it was almost more enticing. The game was over, but a new one had started. One where Shaxad was playing as the game-master, not her. Each of the tendrils of the Force illusion sent a pang, equally composed of fear, power, and care, racing through her like electricity flows from a downed power line. As the shadow of the mysterious being filled the room, she could feel the rumbling of his voice in her ear, telling her exactly what he wanted, and how he would get it. How she could have power, and that together, they could take control of the galaxy. And to Eleanor, starved for attention as she was inside of her golden cage, that sounded far more appealing then the life she was living now. As the illusion retracted, she could feel a sensation quietly burning in her, crying out for more. A sensation that she tried to hide to the best of her ability.
“Mmm... and will you consume me? Will I feel your power the same as anyone else?”
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Shaxad
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Post by Shaxad on Apr 25, 2020 21:53:53 GMT -8
Despite her best efforts to conceal the sensation, Shaxad could sense it with ease through the Force. He manipulated the Force, pulling upon the sensation, feeding it power and thoughts of what he would and could do. Now he just needed to convince her to leave her cage and come to him. A task he was already working on by feeding her longing, while flashing images of the outside into her mind. Showing Eleanor where she would have to go to find him I will consume you and make you feel my power in a way no one else will... All you have to do... Is come to me and I will show you...
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Eleanor Ryan
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Post by Eleanor Ryan on Oct 5, 2020 16:42:37 GMT -8
As far as best things to say in a situation like this, that was probably up there. The guards outside probably thought she was raving mad, given the fact that she likely sounded as though she was talking to herself, but at this point, she couldn't care less. She was tired of this gilded cage that she had called home for the last few years.
Not to mention, there was also the fact of this... sensation she felt. Her skin seemingly sensitised to every touch, to the point where even the slightest shift in the air from the vents within the room would cause her to shudder in anticipation, to the dizziness that seemingly overtook her mind - there was no questioning that she was intrigued by the proposition, but it seemed as though it had triggered something in her. Something far more base then a mere desire to know what was outside the shielded world in which she lived, something far more compelling then the search that curiosity offered her.
So much so that she didn't even take note of the fact that, she she exited the tiny bubble, clad from head to toe in the the unique diving vessel which she used as her method to descend to the depths, she did not even notice that the guards which should have been protecting the edges of her beautiful estate were seemingly under the sway of some dark force, that they kneeled, their laser-lances held in the air in a manner similar to a sabre arch, as she swam out the rear exit of the space. So much so, that she did not even notice the water growing cooler and cooler as she descended into the depths of the trench which had seemingly called out to her...
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Oct 13, 2020 12:00:30 GMT -8
Some time after the forming of the Resurgent Sith Conclave
A message is delivered to Eleanor Ryan alongside an inactive mechno-chair with an embedded holo emitter by one of the Dominion's Sentinels, the silent bodyguards of the Prophet. Though robotic in appearence, the swift movement of its organic hands of the... thing showed that it once used to have a will on its own. It solely activated the emitter of the holo emitter, showing the flickering image of the Prophet.
"Eleanor Ryan, you are chosen by the Dominion's and it's remaining Triarch's will to deliver this automaton for the reasons of diplomatic purposes towards the forgotten world of Korriban. The connection between this chair and the Senate building is encrypted and will activate, when you sacrifice a drip of your own blood to its sensor. It is of utmost priority that the chair does not fall into the wrong hands and that it reaches the overlord of the planet. Once you are lead in front of him, activate the emitter, for our meeting is of great importance. Tell their navy or any other commanding officer, if asked, that the Quarren Dominion remembers the bargains struck in the past and especially with whom the bargain was struck. We do not deal in petty quarrels among the Sith and wish to reach out to those, who might proof to be useful for our future plans. In return, we shall offer those, who rule over the former Sith worlds whatever they require, if they do not draw us into their pointless conflict with Savage. Everything afterwards WE shall handle.
Fullfill your mission and the reward for it will be more influence within the inner circles. Betray our faith in your abilities and face a future far more horrible than a simple death for the abyss is always in need of sacrifices. The Providence-class cruiser King in Yellow shall await you as an escort in orbit. The pathway has opened, now go with OUR trust!" The holo image faded, while the Mechno-chair just simply stood there, simply waiting for the woman's command, now that she had recieved her mission from non other than the Prophet directly.
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Post by Shaxad on Jan 7, 2021 17:56:01 GMT -8
As far as best things to say in a situation like this, that was probably up there. The guards outside probably thought she was raving mad, given the fact that she likely sounded as though she was talking to herself, but at this point, she couldn't care less. She was tired of this gilded cage that she had called home for the last few years.Not to mention, there was also the fact of this... sensation she felt. Her skin seemingly sensitised to every touch, to the point where even the slightest shift in the air from the vents within the room would cause her to shudder in anticipation, to the dizziness that seemingly overtook her mind - there was no questioning that she was intrigued by the proposition, but it seemed as though it had triggered something in her. Something far more base then a mere desire to know what was outside the shielded world in which she lived, something far more compelling then the search that curiosity offered her.So much so that she didn't even take note of the fact that, she she exited the tiny bubble, clad from head to toe in the the unique diving vessel which she used as her method to descend to the depths, she did not even notice that the guards which should have been protecting the edges of her beautiful estate were seemingly under the sway of some dark force, that they kneeled, their laser-lances held in the air in a manner similar to a sabre arch, as she swam out the rear exit of the space. So much so, that she did not even notice the water growing cooler and cooler as she descended into the depths of the trench which had seemingly called out to her... Shaxad at first observed her through the Force and then with his own physical sight as she seemed to absent mindedly dress herself in her suit and made her way out of her bubble. Her guards had been little more than pawns and so Shaxad had not hesitated to invade their minds and bend them to his will by force.
As Eleanor began to descend into the depths of the trench, Shaxad moved his great mass and several of his tentacles reached up through the darkness. One of his appendages sought Eleanor out and wrapped out her, before pulling her down through the shadows. Shadows which were dispersed as his three red glowing eye's opened and illuminated the immediate area. The pair of giant maws on either side of his head split open, causing crackling red energy to spew forth for a momentI'm glad you decided to come...
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Jun 30, 2021 23:18:26 GMT -8
With the Dominion's maintainance of their growing empire the 'Pearl of the Deep' has seen slight growth as well. With the town being located near one of the deep trenches, it became a pilgrim site for those that served the Prophet and the Sorcerer Cult, for this was the place, where the Sorcerers began to take over Mon Calamari and it's former gouvernment. Although after the depature of C'Thyl nothing major happened the local citizens are rather sticking to themselves, benefitting mostly from the slaves and work droids that were brought to the mines within the deep trench. According to rumors the town itself is another breeding ground of Deep Ones, fishlike creatures and mutants of aquatic races, whose origin was supposed to be located within the dark side of the Force. Given though that those visitors, who don't stick to the main streets and regular attractions of the deep city easily get lost and rarely return to the surface, most of these rumors just remain as what they are...
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