Kalanda Tishire
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Sep 18, 2019
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Location: Drathomir
Kalanda was at her with end. All the time she had spent researching Drathomari Witches and she didn't think to ponder how she would even find them. Mid had inadvertently sent her on this path when she learned she was too weak to learn Sith Alchemy, but now it seemed that learning Witch Magick was out of reach as well; assuming she didn't find the witches she was seeking. So, here she was, a rather pissed of acolyte huddling over a glow lamp disgruntled about the last three days she had spent wondering around last. She didn't know what all to do, and frankly she felt that running off any further into the planet was going to get her killed. There was some sort of creepiness about this place that made her feel unsettled, something far different than any tomb on Korriban, or even that massacred village on Zoist. It felt unnatural, and kinda wrong in a sense.
Kalanda let out a sigh, setting down her rather worthless handmade map, choosing to direct her frustrations at the glow lamp she brought with her. At least she still had her shuttle, so in theory she could go home if it came to that; but she wouldn't, not yet at least, because she wasn't giving up until she had learned what she had come here to learn. If only she knew where these witches were, maybe if she knew someone they could point her in the right direction, but of course she didn't know anyone; so here she was, stuck up a river without a paddle.
@Raven_41
Kalanda was at her with end. All the time she had spent researching Drathomari Witches and she didn't think to ponder how she would even find them. Mid had inadvertently sent her on this path when she learned she was too weak to learn Sith Alchemy, but now it seemed that learning Witch Magick was out of reach as well; assuming she didn't find the witches she was seeking. So, here she was, a rather pissed of acolyte huddling over a glow lamp disgruntled about the last three days she had spent wondering around last. She didn't know what all to do, and frankly she felt that running off any further into the planet was going to get her killed. There was some sort of creepiness about this place that made her feel unsettled, something far different than any tomb on Korriban, or even that massacred village on Zoist. It felt unnatural, and kinda wrong in a sense.
Kalanda let out a sigh, setting down her rather worthless handmade map, choosing to direct her frustrations at the glow lamp she brought with her. At least she still had her shuttle, so in theory she could go home if it came to that; but she wouldn't, not yet at least, because she wasn't giving up until she had learned what she had come here to learn. If only she knew where these witches were, maybe if she knew someone they could point her in the right direction, but of course she didn't know anyone; so here she was, stuck up a river without a paddle.
@Raven_41