Post by Darth Veles on Aug 13, 2018 15:14:27 GMT -5
Temporarily done with his study concerning the enigmatic Inquisitorius, Darth Veles left the Sith order’s borders and roamed the galaxy in search of other sects and groups drawing from the Force, collecting their secrets and techniques while claiming powerful artefacts. Mirroring his old master’s journey and aware of the powerful spells she had acquired during her stay among the tribal witch society, the Sith lord found himself on Dathomir, swallowed by vast green jungles and soaking in the powerful dark side presence permeating the very planet. Various tribes and clans called the obscure world home, each in possession of information he required to unlock the great mystery of the Force. All would part with their knowledge, willingly or not. Although he had been to Dathomir before and one clan mother had owed him a favour for helping her group defeat another, the experience was old enough to lose all importance and diminish into a distant memory.
He had to start over, with only the Force and two lightsabers acting as his trusty companions on this particular journey.
Rendering his presence non-existent and abandoning his stealthed ship in a safe place, he set off, swimming through the emerald kingdom of leaves and plants, guided solely by thin threads of the Force that lured him closer to places exhibiting particularly strong signatures of darkness. The dangerous and occult Nightsisters found him first. Walking straight into an ambush would have been the end of many, yet Darth Veles’ body remained standing while others fell and their spirits went on the longest of journeys. The primitively armed women fought valiantly, but ultimately had zero chance against the Sith lord’s command over the dark. Only one tribal lived through the encounter, though her survival was only a temporary by-product of usefulness. Earning herself a deep, bleeding stab in the abdomen and a complete purification of the soul as her will succumbed to Darth Veles’ telepathic commands, she willingly guided her new best friend through the forests, leading the guest to a sacred ritual site strictly forbidden to all off-worlders and uninitiated.
But another signature sang through the Force, one Darth Veles could not brush off as more natives. There was no doubt someone stalked him as he hunted for artefacts and knowledge. Aware of the predator trailing his footsteps, the Sith lord’s conscious senses peaked, wary, and he pondered the hunter’s identity. Admittedly, many people wanted him dead or captured, thus his naturally curious mind lusted for learning more instead of vanishing in the forest. The wounded Nightsister continued to bleed and practically drew a line for others to follow, an excellent bait. Better yet; before the woman’s life escaped with the precious crimson liquid, they have reached the destination. Situated in a dark jungle, one of the places impossible to find unless one knew its exact location, it reeked of decaying vegetation and arcane rituals. Unnatural silence loomed over the area, with unnatural dangers lurking behind every crooked tree. In the midst of it, a sanctuary, ruined and broken, yet serving the same purpose for hundreds of years nevertheless.
“Thank you. You have done well.” The Sith lord stated gently, peering over the area as he planned his next move. As much as he desired to examine the ruin up close, delve into the Force and touch its secrets, there was still the matter of his pursuer.
Succumbing to her wound, the Nightsister’s carcass collapsed to the ground and joined her friends in death. Darth Veles unceremoniously stepped over the freshly deceased body, planning his next steps. Lacking knowledge concerning his mysterious enemy, the Sith lord opted for observing them as they appeared. Unnatural strength shot through his body and launched the man’s cloaked form high above the ground, landing him safety in a tree where the master of light-based illusions vanished, entirely hidden beneath a cloak of shadows. There, he waited, killing all sounds through the same technique that had turned him invisible. Like a predator awaiting its prey’s arrival, he carefully observed every single movement in the world below, subtly following the closing signature without revealing himself.
He had to start over, with only the Force and two lightsabers acting as his trusty companions on this particular journey.
Rendering his presence non-existent and abandoning his stealthed ship in a safe place, he set off, swimming through the emerald kingdom of leaves and plants, guided solely by thin threads of the Force that lured him closer to places exhibiting particularly strong signatures of darkness. The dangerous and occult Nightsisters found him first. Walking straight into an ambush would have been the end of many, yet Darth Veles’ body remained standing while others fell and their spirits went on the longest of journeys. The primitively armed women fought valiantly, but ultimately had zero chance against the Sith lord’s command over the dark. Only one tribal lived through the encounter, though her survival was only a temporary by-product of usefulness. Earning herself a deep, bleeding stab in the abdomen and a complete purification of the soul as her will succumbed to Darth Veles’ telepathic commands, she willingly guided her new best friend through the forests, leading the guest to a sacred ritual site strictly forbidden to all off-worlders and uninitiated.
But another signature sang through the Force, one Darth Veles could not brush off as more natives. There was no doubt someone stalked him as he hunted for artefacts and knowledge. Aware of the predator trailing his footsteps, the Sith lord’s conscious senses peaked, wary, and he pondered the hunter’s identity. Admittedly, many people wanted him dead or captured, thus his naturally curious mind lusted for learning more instead of vanishing in the forest. The wounded Nightsister continued to bleed and practically drew a line for others to follow, an excellent bait. Better yet; before the woman’s life escaped with the precious crimson liquid, they have reached the destination. Situated in a dark jungle, one of the places impossible to find unless one knew its exact location, it reeked of decaying vegetation and arcane rituals. Unnatural silence loomed over the area, with unnatural dangers lurking behind every crooked tree. In the midst of it, a sanctuary, ruined and broken, yet serving the same purpose for hundreds of years nevertheless.
“Thank you. You have done well.” The Sith lord stated gently, peering over the area as he planned his next move. As much as he desired to examine the ruin up close, delve into the Force and touch its secrets, there was still the matter of his pursuer.
Succumbing to her wound, the Nightsister’s carcass collapsed to the ground and joined her friends in death. Darth Veles unceremoniously stepped over the freshly deceased body, planning his next steps. Lacking knowledge concerning his mysterious enemy, the Sith lord opted for observing them as they appeared. Unnatural strength shot through his body and launched the man’s cloaked form high above the ground, landing him safety in a tree where the master of light-based illusions vanished, entirely hidden beneath a cloak of shadows. There, he waited, killing all sounds through the same technique that had turned him invisible. Like a predator awaiting its prey’s arrival, he carefully observed every single movement in the world below, subtly following the closing signature without revealing himself.
