Bey Kahn
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Post by Bey Kahn on Jul 30, 2021 11:56:19 GMT -8
There was a lot of history inside the hull of the Lack of Faith II. Once upon a time it wouldn't even be a question who to give override control to. The crew would have said "Cap'n Tarfang, of course", and the matter would have been settled at that. However, the notorious space pirate, once known for leading the Bespin Blood Pirates, was currently sipping a cool drink on the Forest Moon of his homeworld, enjoying the benefits of retirement. Bey Kahn had taken over as captain after helping free the vessel from an impound lot on Taris, which was a relatively recent event. The crew certainly trusted the gamorrean and had their share of respect for him, they didn't doubt that he had their best interests in mind. But, he wasn't much of a sailor. The old boar spent little time on the bridge and tended to let his furry side kick, Chestnut, command the vessel on most occasions. So while protocol should dictate that any such override control be given to the captain, in practicality it made more sense for it to go to the first mate. At least for now."I'll take override control." Said Chestnut. "We'll set the Cap'n up with his own set of codes as well, but chances are he'll never use them, let alone remember what they are." Overall the crew were quite happy with the repairs. The Fairwind style vessel hadn't seen this sort of attention in quite a few years, decades if they were really honest about it.
There was an audible sigh of relief that escaped Bey Kahn's lips as Boland arrived and gave him the news that the repairs had been completed and the bill was taken care of. The ship hadn't seen that kind of attention in a long time. In fact, it hadn't been in this sort of fine shape in the entire time that the gamorrean had been serving as the captain of the vessel. That was one concern to unburden himself with and frankly, it felt good that for once he would not have to worry about whether or not the damned vessel was going to fall apart. The second concern, that being the bill having been taken care of, was an even further unburdening of his current woes. For a long time it felt like there was a debt collector waiting for them in every port. Bey was getting tired of writing I.O.U's wherever they went. Still, even if the bill was covered and they owed no monetary debt, some form of recompense was required. Maybe not legally, but certainly ethically, to show their immense gratitude. And so Bey Kahn offered the sort of reward that would have made him happy if the situation was reversed.As long as Chestnut or one of the bridge crew have access to the override, that'll work for me. I'm struggling to come up with the right words to express our thanks. Even the droid translating his squealing picked up on the enthusiasm in his voice. We're in your debt. This he said first to Boland, then he looked over at Grace and addressed her. Actually, Grace, I suppose we are technically in your debt. I know you haven't asked for anything, but please, let me have my crew unload a barrel of gamorrean ale and a cask of mattberry wine for you and yours to enjoy. It wouldn't feel right otherwise.Next to the heavy set boar, Graybeard was tapping the bottom of his staff on the ground in impatience. He might have been wise beyond his years, which were plentiful at that, but with the sort of madness that had crept into his decaying old brain, there was a certain sense of childishness that appeared at the forefront of his personality. Or perhaps it was because he knew that his time in the universe was coming to a close. He didn't have time to spare. Either way, he chimed in rather abruptly.Graybeard: "Yes, yes. Starships and droid brains, all very interesting I am sure. But if we can focus on the matter at hand..." His face scrunched as he narrowed his gaze, seeing both Torna and Aogan and understanding with his otherworldly senses the role they would come to play in this endeavor. "In my travels over the years I have accumulated a vast amount of ancient knowledge. There is a text within my possession that outlines a ritual that would allow us to return someone from the netherworld. I believe with the right modification, we could even bring back several individuals at once. We would require a vessel for the spirits." He paused to consider this. "Living bodies, absent of mind. The last thing you want to do is to try to stuff a spirit into a body already inhabited by another soul. This, we..." Meaning Bey Kahn and his crew. "...do not currently have. We'll also need objects with a strong connection to the spirits we wish to reclaim. I sense that such objects are present. And finally, we will require a great deal of Force energy to feed the ritual. That too I believe we already have, though there is no way to be certain that it will be enough. There is a great deal of danger involved in performing such a ritual. Any involved must be dedicated to the task and prepared to risk it all, because they surely will be."
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jul 30, 2021 21:18:52 GMT -8
Thanks to the hard work of Grease Monkey, a master mechanic, his crew of underlined and a couple of the Lack of Faith was a well oiled machine. It it needed fixing, then fixed it was. And then some. Why these men had the engine purring like a kitten. Then came renovations. If it could be done and pass the outrageous chain of Natural Laws that govern the Uni it was done. We leave the small agonizing details to the imagination but these boys were thorough. Most significantly, the droid brains of the a) R3 unit, Ass, Duros auto person, Hole and c) Slicer droid TP were added to the mainframe of the ship. Standing back to view his achievement Grease Monkey spoke -Grease Monkey- "Now there's a ship with a serious personality disorder...." A grin growing on his generally stoic face -Grease Monkey- "Pity any the poor bastards who ever try to steal this beast." His workers laughed hysterically, at the mental picture his words created. Arms up and hands open he calmed his men -Grease Monkey- "Ok boys what comes after a job?" His crew howled - Grease Monkey's Crew- "Boose!!!" And so they drank copious amounts of alcohol. Boland slipped away from his people and went back over to the crew. There he spoke with Grease Monkey quietly. Hands were shaken and that was that. Boland lingered and drank a pint with the men Back to are heroine and the upper echelon of those from the Lack of Faith a far more solemn discussion transpired. All things laid out the woman spoke -Grace- "The main, indeed the only body we need be concerned with is that of your man, or perhaps more precisely for your man." Eyes narrowing slight - Grace- "I could have a body for The Old man in a heartbeat." Head shaking slight - Grace- "But let that lie for the moment." Looking Graybeard straight in the eye - Grace- "I don't fear death." Right hand brushing the very thought to the side,she asked - Grace- "When do we begin."
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Post by Bey Kahn on Jul 31, 2021 8:58:03 GMT -8
Confusion wreathed the gamorrean's visage. Up until this point he had assumed his purpose here was to assist these new friends in front of him. He hadn't planned on resurrecting anyone he knew. At his age there were way too many people from his past that could be included in that. He brought a hand under his chin, rubbing the stubble covered jowls that ran down either side of his snout.A body for my man? He said in confusion. Bey looked to the wizened ewok shaman seated beside him and asked the obvious question. What is she talking about?There was a chortle followed by another wet cough as humour wracked Graybeard's little furry body. He looked at the gamorrean like he was some sort of simpleton, surprised the old boar hadn't figured it out already. He pointed his felucian cherry staff at the empty space next to the table, as though there were something obvious Bey Kahn should be seeing.Graybeard: "I believe she means your father, Pig. He's seated with An Tiarna in Harmony right now. Honestly you say you can hear the restless dead and yet you fail to hear your own father's voice." Shakes his head.Bey: He stood up abruptly. My father? Sloan!Smack! Ow! There was an audible meaty smack as the head of Graybeard's staff came down on Bey Kahn's horned head, eliciting a pained reaction from the gamorrean blacksmith. Bey rubbed at his sore head, still confused but now in pain as well.Graybeard: "Your other father, Pig. The one that shares your blood."Bey: No, you can't mean Greer Kahn. He died when I was just a boy. That's imposs...He stopped himself mid-speech. What they were proposing already sounded impossible. If anything the fact that his biological father was waiting with the other spirits reaching out to them from the afterlife didn't make the situation any more unreasonable than it already was. The absurdity of it fit in with exactly what they were trying to accomplish here. Still, the last time Bey had seen his true father he had been just a boy on Pzob, unaware of the greater galaxy. He could barely picture the old warlord of clan Murtog in his head.Bey: I guess it's not impossible. But Grace is right, we don't have a body for him."Graybeard: "Let me worry about that. I've got a thought towards that end." If you're sure, then. Bey got up from the table and looked at everyone in attendance. It was an odd assortment of characters, an unusual crossing of beings anywhere in the galaxy. That was why he felt so confident that this would work. It was like destiny had pushed all of these different elements together for a common cause. He cleared his throat and addressed the gathering. Since we're all not adverse to taking a risk, I say we gather here tomorrow night. That ought to give us all enough time to prepare. We will all bring bodies and items with a connection to any spirits we want to bring back. We can perform the ritual here at the grave, assuming that is acceptable with you, Grace.
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jul 31, 2021 12:36:41 GMT -8
Grease Monkey began standard weekly maintenance of the Utopic Vulture. But now was the time for a biannual checkup. An intense examination of the vessel ensued, with the mechanic and three of his workers working tirelessly. A specific undertaking was the insertion of three droid brains, namely those of the the V5 transport droid V5-F, the R3 unit R3-B4 and the sliced droid NO-69. These were then brought in line with the mainframe of the ship. Grease Monkey, sweat pouring from his forehead, emerged from the ship and spoke -Grease Monkey- "Boland! Come here!" Not known for his manners, the mechanic was short of words but had a big heart. He held a small hand /eye/voice ID scanner. A two piece unit Boland looked towards the call and trotted over to Grease Monkey. An animated exchange between the two followed then Boland held the audio/visual scanner to his eyes, spoke directly into the other device and placed his right hand carefully on the other part. The pair then ran over to Grace. Clearing his throat Boland spoke -Boland- "Pardon my excuse honey." The woman followed Boland's moved and the men returned to the ship. Grease Monkey installed the device at the entrance to the ship. Boland was given primary control of the ship, with the ability to override the system and Grace secondary control. The mechanic working on the scanner asked -Grease Monkey- "And the little girl?" A vision of Maureen ripping through space flashed by Boland and her responded - Boland- "Are you out of your mind?" Grease Monkey nodded. He did walk up to the child taking her by the hand and leading her to the Utopic Vulture. Looking up suspiciously to Boland the man nodded and she went through the whole process. The girl then ran away with her loyal pet. Any others would require Boland and/or Grace's approval to board. Boland returned to the table. Grease Monkey had two ID cards printed out, one for Boland and another for Grace. These he presented to the pair -Grease Monkey- The ship is essentially a sentient being, one under your control of course. He then left the group and returned to his work on the ship. The woman accepted the card then Looking at Greybeard -Grace- "Anything that you need, we will help you." Then she dropped a word... a question, one seemingly random to most but to few of many spoke volumes -Grace- "Understand?"
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Post by Bey Kahn on Aug 1, 2021 4:59:12 GMT -8
Graybeard's furry brow raised a micro fraction of an inch, barely perceptible at all even to a skilled eye, but there it was. The wizened old ewok could hear the voices of restless spirits, much like the gamorrean, but where Bey heard whispers Graybeard heard shouts. It was all about degrees of power and skill. The shaman could separate the voices by their individual spirit, whereas the boar just heard one large jumble. So it was that certain inflections of voice and tone were barely perceivable to one, but all too clear to the other. The silver furred ewok nodded at Grace, though he found himself staring at an empty space at the table. Well, empty if you didn't possess a degree of second sight.
Graybeard: Wry grin "Yes, I think I do understand."
Beside Graybeard, Bey looked from Grace to Graybeard, following Graybeard's gaze towards and empty spot at the table, then back to Grace again. The gamorrean blacksmith shrugged dismissively. Whatever the old shaman understood, Bey Kahn did not. But that was okay. Whatever happened next, there ship was fixed and the open galaxy awaited them. Though if he could add a resurrection ceremony that broke the universal laws of life and death, well, that would be a deed not many could claim. He was looking forward to participating, whatever his own part entailed.
Right, well, I suppose we'll return to our ship then and prepare for tomorrow night. Squealed Bey Kahn, slowly getting up from the table. Until then.
Bey Kahn offered a nod of his head to everyone at the table, then turned to leave, heading back in the direction of the Lack of Faith II. Graybeard gave his staff a rattle and then moved to follow the Gamorrean, skipping and whistling like a wokling a fraction of his years.
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Aug 1, 2021 11:06:36 GMT -8
yourBoland standing behind the woman listened close. Eyes shooting up for a moment he caught a fleeting look at Maureen darting in and out of sight chasing the giant wolfhound and he smiled. In front of him say Grace her concentration entire fixed on those speaking.HAnd leaving. Leaving. A chain of visions flashed through her head, so animated that they seemed real. A lush green forest past by. But where ? Then a woman on the ground, the icy jaws of death set to close down and crush her life away. Then there he was. The Old man. All imminent danger was swept aside under his crushing hand and he carried her into the sunset. It was a heartwarming scene. The next vision of the pair that formed in her mind was much more erotic. Full stop. Cringing she muttered -Grace- "That I can do with out...." Brows creasing she struggled to make sense of a chain of words. Names? Gregory Peck. Who the hell was that? Drunken wreck. The Old man. That made sense yet no.... Swab the deck. WTF? Lighting a cigarette she stood up -I need a stretch of the leg. " As she walked away Maureen ran up to The table watching -Maureen- "What did You do now Boland?" The man shook The question off, taking The child's hand and walked in The opposite direction of the woman. Grace meanwhile moved her feet and searched her mind. The Raven, sitting on her blind side shoulder knew the word, species more accurately, for which the woman searched. At that exact moment the woman came to a stop exclaiming - Grace- "Twi'leck!" Then another name materialized - "Greybeard?" A sudden awareness overtook her and turning she ran back last the table and into the Utopic Vulture . Hand on the security pad she liked up to the audio scanning unit and said her name - "Grainne Mhaol...." The hatch sprung open and into the ship she rushed. The woman rooted through Morrigan's belongings. And there they were. There crystals, one red another green and the last blue. Turning around she snatched a chalice, packing it with sage and cedar. Carefully she rolled the contents of three cigarettes into the chalice and ran from the ship. Once outside Grace carefully laid out the crystals, red to the sinister side, that green approximately a meter away and the blue stone at center a half meter behind the others. Laying the chalice down between the red and green crystals she set it alight and began praying. The Raven sat on her left shoulder
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Post by Torna Ó Maolchonaire on Aug 1, 2021 19:03:07 GMT -8
The pair of aged Sean chi stood back in the shadows watching. Something supernatural was brewing. But A single move would tan the flames and the pot would violently boil over. Torna and Aogan spoke understood this fact. As consequence they too began chanting
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Post by Bey Kahn on Aug 1, 2021 19:42:25 GMT -8
Upon returning to their ship, Bey Kahn and Graybeard went about the business of organizing themselves and all that they would need for the next night. The old boar made his way down into the lower decks where the lighting was dimmer. He walked past door after door until he came to his own cabin, the outer door decorated with a wreath of rakghoul finger bones. He reached into his apron and withdrew a ring of large brass keys. He played with the ring until he found the key he was looking for, then placed it in the locking mechanism and turned the key over, knocking the door pins into place and releasing the lock simultaneously. He withdrew the key and put a heavy hand on the door, gently pushing it open.He could have had any cabin on the ship. There was a large room that adjoined the bridge that was designed for just such a role as his, yet instead he chose a room down in the lower decks, among the common ranks. Bey grinned at that thought. He had never needed much to be happy. Just a bit of spare metal, a hard anvil to bang it on, and the heat of a strong fire. Anything else was just a luxury he could easily live without.As he entered the room he made his way over to his bed, which was little more than a couple of crates with a straw mattress thrown on top. The old boar got down on one knee next to his bedside and looked underneath the mattress, spying a long pole shape wrapped in a worn tarp. He pulled the pole out from beneath the bed and stepped back, quickly unfastening a string that held the tarp in place. The cover slid to the floor to reveal the polished length of a vibro-lance. This one happened to be called the "Pale Spear", and once upon a time it belonged to his father. If there was anything he owned that held a connection to his father, this was it. The lance itself was unremarkable, but it had been passed down from one warlord of clan Murtog to the next for generations. Though Bey had never held that title, the spear had still found its way to him. Perhaps this was why. Grabbing a few spare materials, he fashioned a strap for the lance and then slung it over his shoulder."I don't know what Graybeard is going to do about his body." He squealed aloud to himself in gamorrese. "But Pa's old spear ought to be able to guide his spirit home."
Elsewhere aboard the ship, Graybeard was fussing over a large volume, running one furry finger from the left side of the page to the right. He muttered under his breath, occasionally dipping a calibop feather into a pot of ink and scribbling down notes on a piece of parchment beside him. The room he was in was dim, lit only by wax candles that gave off an unpleasant aroma. Lingering at the frame of the door to the room was another figure, leaner and taller than old Graybeard, but no less ancient."I can hear your labored breathing back there, hag." Said Graybeard rudely, not even bothering to look over his shoulder towards the intruding figure.Stepping into the light was Sneetmuck, a wizened crone of a gamorrean sow, leaning on a staff of gnarled pzobian oak. From her horned head to her sandal wrapped toes she wore thick animal furs that covered her emaciated frame. Like Graybeard, she too was a shaman of a sort. She also happened to be the only other surviving member of the now extinct clan Murtog, the only other survivor of the...calamity. She hobbled over to ewok absorbed in his book and stood just behind and to the side of him. Sneetmuck leaned in, attempting to steal a glance at the book over Graybeard's shoulder.Sneetmuck: "What you are planning is reckless."Graybeard: Scowling "When has that ever stopped me?"Sneetmuck: Guffaw "Yes, I suppose you have a point. Still, you must know there will be a cost this time."Graybeard: His brow raised thoughtfully. "I've tampered with the primordial magics before."Sneetmuck: "Not like this, not to this extreme. What you are planning on doing breaks one of the fundamental laws of the universe. I am telling you, there will be a cost. I have foreseen it."Graybeard: "Yet you can't tell me what that cost is, eh, hag? Then nothing changes, our path is set." He smiled warmly. "Have faith. I haven't brought us this far just to doom us. There is still a little magic left in these old bones."Sneetmuck: "I pray it will be enough. For what little I am sure it is worth, you will have my power as well. Besides, I heard you'll be trying to bring back my old friend. I look forward to speaking with him again."Graybeard: "Right, about that. I may need your help with something..."The two talked on into the night, hours passing by as the clock ticked down towards the next day. It wouldn't be long now before they all gathered for the ritual. What that entailed for those involved...only time would tell.
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Aug 1, 2021 20:20:51 GMT -8
Maureen and Boland were walking and quite consumed talking. She looked up and innocently asked -Maureen- "Boland. What's a Twi'leck?" Her 'leck' sounded more like 'lick' but he understood -Boland- "It's a species sweetie." She than asked " You mean like the species you throw on food?" Laughing he answered -Boland- "That's spices." Nodding she responded - Maureen- "Ohhhh." And on they walked. Maureen was now convinced that Twi'lecks were something that you put on food to make it taste better. The wolfhound walked on the opposite side of the little girl to Boland
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on Aug 1, 2021 20:31:19 GMT -8
It was a quiet night. But the troops were keeping up their vigilant guard no matter how calm the atmosphere appeared to be. Colonel O'Dubhui was pleased with his troops. But something was going on. Together with Sgt Slaughter the colonel walked towards the YT 1300 light freighter. And there she was praying. Both men instinctively stopped. Neither spoke
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Aug 1, 2021 20:46:01 GMT -8
Kieran and Laoch had been off canvassing the city as part of a private reconnaissance mission on behalf of the family. And Kieran had spent hours drilling that bald faced lie into his brother's head. It was torturous at times, so thought Kieran. Truth be told they spend some well deserved time with a couple of very welcoming native Juvexian women. And all tender warm memories of that encounter seemed to dissipate the closer they got to the ship and their people. Quite frankly Kieran felt cold. His brother nodded towards the ship and spoke up -Laoch- "Something gnarly is up." Kieran could see Grainne, or whatever name that they were now calling her, kneeling and the cloud of smoke that surrounded her. Nodding he gesture towards a bench where they both took a seat. Kieran watched. He could hear Laoch muttering a prayer that The Old man oft recited. So, he too joined in the chanting. And there they remained, praying smoking cigarettes and freezing. Kieran prayed for many things. Highest among these was his heartfelt hope that this bullshit was over soon
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Post by Bey Kahn on Aug 2, 2021 7:05:34 GMT -8
After their preparations were made, the crew of the Lack of Faith II gathered outside the ship. Bey Kahn was there, connecting a series of repulsor sleds to a large swoop-bike he custom built himself on Taris. Graybeard and Sneetmuck were both present as well, leaning on their wooden staffs and looking extra primitive in their shamanistic attire. A dozen ewok maidens hand selected by Graybeard were seated on one of the sleds, joined by four other ewok crew members with hide-skin drum sets. One rather large and seemingly absent minded gamorrean sat on the sled, flies buzzing around his snout. The large boar picked at small insect parasites that were harassing his skin, plopping each one in turn into his mouth.When Bey finished connecting the sleds to his swoop-bike, he climbed into the saddle of the bike and motioned for everyone to climb aboard the repulsor sleds. Once they were all boarded up, Bey Kahn revved the accelerator and the swoop bike lurched forwards, pulling the sleds behind it. They sped, moderately so since the sleds didn't include seatbelts, back towards the grave of An Tiarna. As they drew near the gamorrean blacksmith could see Grace kneeling on the ground, performing what appeared to be some form of prayer. Bey slowed the swoop bike to a crawl, eventually stopping a dozen meters from the ship Grace was out in front of. He then slid off the bike and jerked an arm in the direction of Grace, motioning for his crew to follow and begin setting up.It wouldn't be obvious to all but they had just entered the eye of a storm. To those unattuned to the malignant fey, all the chanting by the aged Sean chi and prayers performed by Kieran and Laoch were stirring up the aether, causing a great ripple in the tides of the turbulent ocean that was the Force. Graybeard was almost entranced by the sight. He dropped off the repulsor sled and began to walk slowly towards Grace, each step a struggle as he drew closer. His old eyes spied the glowing crystals on the ground and the chalice that accompanied them. There was a strong connection between those items and the spirits they'd be summoning. He felt certain of that much.Sneetmuck busied herself by organizing the rest of the crew. The dozen ewok maidens they had brought began to spread out around the gathering while the four with drums joined in with the chanting, drumming to a matching pace. The maidens began to dance around the outskirts of the gathering, spinning and hopping to the rhythm.Pom! Pom Pom! Pom! Pom Pom! Pom! The absent minded gamorrean they brought with them was brought into the circle that was forming. Sneetmuck went over to Bey Kahn and took the vibro-lance that was still slung over his shoulder. She then walked over to the other gamorrean and handed it to him. The large pig alien took the polearm and looked at it with confusion. He then continued to pick bugs from his skin. Sneetmuck shook her head in disapproval and took her place amongst the forming circle as well. All the while Graybeard continued to walk towards Grace, now only steps away. He couldn't say what but there was something compelling him to... Before he knew it he was reaching out a furry paw towards Grace's shoulder. His eyes glowed with a brilliant green light as though possessed by witch fire.
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Aug 2, 2021 10:46:31 GMT -8
The appearance of the others did get by Kieran or Laoch. The latter of The two had pistols in hands purely as dictated by habit. Kieran too sat up and also withdrew his weapons. The former asked -Laoch- "Should we grease the SOB?" Kieran snapped back - Kieran- "How many people have died on account of your trigger happy impulse to immediately fire? Chill!" The other man smirked at the comment but remained calm and did not move. From seemingly out of nowhere the latter inquired - Laoch- "Remember those three Twi'leck?" His brother thought long before speaking - Kieran- "The girls? Sure -why." Both continued the casual chit chat but th ier attention remained on Grace
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Aug 2, 2021 11:11:15 GMT -8
Boland and Maureen were approaching the ship, perhaps thirty meters away, when the little girl suddenly askd asked -Boland - want do you think of multiple births? " The girls use of language was oft far beyond her age but Boland,, as he did with most of her bizarre idiosyncrasies, tended not to highlight this fact. An image of three Maureens crossed through his mind and he inwardly cringed but simply answered to the question -Boland- "The more the merrier." The little girl giggled just as the hair on The hound's back stood up and it growled fiercely. Attention turning to the animal the child spoke forcefully- "Cu faoil! Quiet!" At that moment Boland clearly saw Grace. And he also saw the man who appeared to be preparing to smack her down. Pulling his revolver he prepared to fire. The child was unmoved. That tiny detail did not escape Boland's attention and that peculiarity made him momentarily lower his weapon Meanwhile Grace, now kneeling in from of the growing pyre stiffened up but did not move. Not did she speak. The Raven sat unflinching on her sinister shoulder. A rich cloud of smoke rose from the chalice. Attention now focused on her plea to a higher authority, A slight glimmer of life flashed from the blue crystal upon Graybeard's approach but in her concentration to summon life from the stones the phenomenon escaped the a Grace's attention
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Post by Bey Kahn on Aug 2, 2021 19:08:02 GMT -8
In the immediate vicinity the Force raged, waves of etheric energy churned in turbulent fashion, drawing power from the land and all living things. To those attuned to such things, it would have looked like they were in the centre of a gale storm, growing more awesome and powerful with every moment. To those without any degree of second sight, it might seem as though the surrounding area was a bit gusty, but beyond that nothing out of the ordinary.
So it was for Bey Kahn, who possessed neither a great affinity for the malignant fey nor an understanding of its unique characteristics. Yet he could feel something deep in his chest. Maybe it was all the drumming, but he swore he felt the earth vibrate beneath his feet, like the ground was electrically charged. His attention went from the dim-witted gamorrean holding his father's spear, to Boland who had drawn some sort of fire-arm and pointed it at Graybeard. Concern set in over his features and he took a step towards the man, his hand rising with the intent to wave him off and disarm the moment with a call for peace, but it never came to that. He saw Boland lower his weapon almost as soon as he drew it, then followed the man's attention to Graybeard who was a mere few steps from Grace. What was Graybeard doing? There was a blue flash of light caught by his peripherals. If he wasn't mistaken he thought he saw it come from one of the objects set out before the woman.
Meanwhile, Sneetmuck had reached the centre of the circle. The wizened crone raised her staff of gnarled pzobian oak into the air above her head and began to swish it around clockwise. Though still imperceptible to the naked eye, strands of the churning gale began to break away from the forming perimeter and were drawn towards her staff like a beacon. Sparks, this time visible even to the most unattuned, jumped from the head of the staff and scorched the grass where they struck. She felt powerful, as though all the forces of nature were hers to command, pure energy sizzled in her veins. Despite this, she was determined to remain focused on the task at hand. A warning flashed through her mind. There would be a cost this time. She looked down at her body and knew the truth of this. Already the animal furs she wore began to smolder, as her withered green skin was burned and began to flake. It wouldn't be long before her blood began to boil.
This needed to happen quickly.
"I can see it now." Said Graybeard, his voice cracking as the proximity to so much Force energy caused his fur to straighten and stand on edge. He still pushed forwards, his whole attention focused on Grace and the objects spread out before her. "The stones are the key, and you...you are the conduit, the bridge between the living and the dead. Call to them, Grace. You're the only one that can."
At the same time Graybeard's hand came down on Grace's shoulder, his other hand brought his staff down, the tip at the bottom striking the ground. Runnels formed in dirt where the staff touched, spreading towards the life stones as energy was channeled from the storm into the staff and directed towards the stones and chalice. Likewise, runnels were forming between Sneetmuck and the parasite ridden gamorrean holding the Pale Spear.
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Aug 2, 2021 20:09:02 GMT -8
Grace was completely entranced in her concentration when the hand rested on her shoulder. Suddenly her spine stiffened and her face was torn from the sacred pure as he eyes shot up to the Heavens high and her mouth fell open wide. Three brilliant lights, red and green from her eyes and an almost neon blue from mouth shot high above them into the sky. The sacred crystals too became alive, they to of the same colors. It seemed as if these stones were being transformed into living things. But now could this be? So the logical mind, prisoner to the ways of science, would inquire. But the supernatural knew no such shallow reasoning. Hence it had been set in motion
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Twi'leck Triplet Dubh
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Aug 2, 2021 21:04:11 GMT -8
The crystals seemed to violently shatter but shards of the mystic rock were not hurled like shrapnel ripping Grace and Graybeard to shreds. Rather living bodies sprung up in their place. The first that materialized being that behind the sacred pyre but she was temporarily hidden behind the bellowing smoke that rose from the chalice. On the sinister side stood a red Twi'leck, her body covered in black ceremonial ink work. To the Dexter was another Twi'leck, this one a physical specimen the likes of which would make Gladys Portuguese green with envy, which coincidentally was the color of the Twi'leck's skin. The smoke suddenly dissipated and yet another Twi'leck, this one blue and smaller than the other two, stood. She spoke -Shakk- "I really think I'm sick - do you have any antipsychotics laying around?" The other two could not contain the the laughter. Just when the pair they had finally gotten control of themselves they began to weep violently. This inspired the blue girl to ask -Shakk- "What? I just want to make sure that they have Seroquel or something like that so I don't lose my shit and murder everyone." Her sisters burst out laughing again
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Aug 2, 2021 22:01:23 GMT -8
Between Kieran and Laoch four pistols rose to meet Graybeard's hand dropping on the shoulder of Grace. Thankfully both men maintained their calm and did not instantly pull a trigger. As the girls materialised both men drew back their firearms, guns now at their shoulders facing up. Both men stood, Laoch commenting -Laoch- "That's the girls...." His pointing out the obvious seemed to spring both men to action and they rose to their feet, holstering their guns and walked vigorously towards the fire
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Torna Ó Maolchonaire
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Post by Torna Ó Maolchonaire on Aug 2, 2021 22:18:52 GMT -8
The two Sean chi stood observing and quite naturally retaining everything. Such events were the thing of legends. As the girls appeared the two began walking slowly over to the scene
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Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on Aug 2, 2021 22:30:44 GMT -8
Rule #1. Don't ask for a logical explaination. About anything. This way their was a slim chance that you might be able maintain a shred your sanity among these people. The present situation finely illustrated of this axiom Colonel O'Dubhui held to dearly. Nodding to the sergeant he spoke loudly -Colonel O'Dubhui- "Slaughter! Get a hold of the Juvexiwns! One muck up over this business and this place goes up in smoke!" Sgt Slaughter was fast on the horn with Juvexian officer and all was quite easily settled. For those members of the Juvexian National Guard honoured to witness this glorious occurrence , several personally soiled themselves, one transpired of a cardiac arrest, many required therapy and all were drilled not to speak of anything that they witnessed. Of course, it supplied many with a tale to tell that few of many would believe
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