”Nobleman’s daughter! Bathed in my slaughter! Uneasy, is she! Queasy, is she! All her father had to do was please me!”
Shadows flicked across the cavern walls, projected from the large fire and the dancing mad man that encircled its stone bed. Entirely naked save for a lothcat skull pendant, his body covered in grime and blood, the crazed Kel Dor seemed to continue on as though he was singularly performing an ancient ceremony. In one hand he held a long intricate staff carved from the femur bone of a massive creature. Chiseled symbols decorated it in its entirety, the enamel faded from it’s once stark white to a brownish black. At the top, implanted into the bone, was the kaiburr crystal that once resided within the lunatic’s Sith weapon while the bottom had been carved into a primitive spear.
In his other hand, the decapitated head of a fellow Kel Dor. The flesh was indicative that it was a recent kill, as was the blood still dripping from its neck. In the corner of the cave, cowering in fear, was a younger female.
”Quiet, my darling! Silence! Bir requires silence if he is to hear the advice of the damned!” he snarled, whipping the hand that held her father’s head towards her, causing specks of blood to dot her face and arms. Silence was, of course, something she could not comply with but her wails diminished to whimpers in fear of what this maniac might do to her in turn. Yet the truth was that even he did not know her fate yet.
Satisfied with his newfound tranquility, a massive smile painted itself across his lips before he proceeded dancing around the flames whilst muttering nonsense. For years he had remained hidden, combatting his madness to no avail. The only victory he had found was an end to the voice of the man he once was. And that was enough. For so long had he remained secluded and it seemed that finally his time had come. He would return to the galaxy and see what has become of it since his departure. That is if the spirits deemed it so.
”Fallen friends! Departed companions! Whisper unto me your secrets! Yes! Yes! Share your words with your friend Bir! Tell him what he must do! Tell him where he must go!” Bir exclaimed, holding the decapitated head high and letting the blood drip onto his own face before casting it into the fire. Waving the kaiburr above the flames, he cackled as he looked into the burning embers in search of… anything.
Perhaps it was real. Perhaps his ceremony had truly worked. Or perhaps he was simply mad. Whatever the case, a familiar form began to take shape in the glowing coals. While no features were evident, simply the silhouette of his form, Bir could not help but feel as though this was a man he knew. Then whether the connections were real or not, he placed them together.
”He lives! He lives! This is where I must go! This is who I must find!” Bir jumped ecstatically, bringing both feet up to his rear before touching back to the damp cavern floor and rushing over to the cowering girl. Sliding up to her on his knees, his staff still held high, he wrapped his now free hand around her neck which warranted a cry of terror. ”No! No! Do not be afraid! Bir wishes to thank you! He does! Your father’s sacrifice! It was not in vain! He has given me answers! He has given me purpose! Do you not see?!” Bir exclaimed, yet his smile faded immediately as he finished speaking. ”Oh… Oh… Oh my….” he continued, much more somber as he began to glance around the cavern in search of something or someone. ”Are… are you sure? I only needed the blood of one… Yes… Yes, yes! I understand!” Scurrying back to his feet, the mad Kel Dor took the spear in both hands and looked down upon the once again wailing young woman with a kind smile. ”Your fathers wishes for you to join him! To be together once again! Does that sound pleasant?!”
Landing a safe distance from his old comrades' domicile, Bir scurried down the ramp with excitement in his torn trousers and bare feet. It had been so long since they’d seen each other. So long, in fact, that when he arrived on foot, his appearance was clearly something of a surprise as guards encircled his position.
”I wish to speak with your Master! Take me to him! I must see him! My oldest friend! Surely he will remember me! Surely, he must!” Even guns trained on the mad Kel Dor held little impact on his excitement. So long had he waited.
Shadows flicked across the cavern walls, projected from the large fire and the dancing mad man that encircled its stone bed. Entirely naked save for a lothcat skull pendant, his body covered in grime and blood, the crazed Kel Dor seemed to continue on as though he was singularly performing an ancient ceremony. In one hand he held a long intricate staff carved from the femur bone of a massive creature. Chiseled symbols decorated it in its entirety, the enamel faded from it’s once stark white to a brownish black. At the top, implanted into the bone, was the kaiburr crystal that once resided within the lunatic’s Sith weapon while the bottom had been carved into a primitive spear.
In his other hand, the decapitated head of a fellow Kel Dor. The flesh was indicative that it was a recent kill, as was the blood still dripping from its neck. In the corner of the cave, cowering in fear, was a younger female.
”Quiet, my darling! Silence! Bir requires silence if he is to hear the advice of the damned!” he snarled, whipping the hand that held her father’s head towards her, causing specks of blood to dot her face and arms. Silence was, of course, something she could not comply with but her wails diminished to whimpers in fear of what this maniac might do to her in turn. Yet the truth was that even he did not know her fate yet.
Satisfied with his newfound tranquility, a massive smile painted itself across his lips before he proceeded dancing around the flames whilst muttering nonsense. For years he had remained hidden, combatting his madness to no avail. The only victory he had found was an end to the voice of the man he once was. And that was enough. For so long had he remained secluded and it seemed that finally his time had come. He would return to the galaxy and see what has become of it since his departure. That is if the spirits deemed it so.
”Fallen friends! Departed companions! Whisper unto me your secrets! Yes! Yes! Share your words with your friend Bir! Tell him what he must do! Tell him where he must go!” Bir exclaimed, holding the decapitated head high and letting the blood drip onto his own face before casting it into the fire. Waving the kaiburr above the flames, he cackled as he looked into the burning embers in search of… anything.
Perhaps it was real. Perhaps his ceremony had truly worked. Or perhaps he was simply mad. Whatever the case, a familiar form began to take shape in the glowing coals. While no features were evident, simply the silhouette of his form, Bir could not help but feel as though this was a man he knew. Then whether the connections were real or not, he placed them together.
”He lives! He lives! This is where I must go! This is who I must find!” Bir jumped ecstatically, bringing both feet up to his rear before touching back to the damp cavern floor and rushing over to the cowering girl. Sliding up to her on his knees, his staff still held high, he wrapped his now free hand around her neck which warranted a cry of terror. ”No! No! Do not be afraid! Bir wishes to thank you! He does! Your father’s sacrifice! It was not in vain! He has given me answers! He has given me purpose! Do you not see?!” Bir exclaimed, yet his smile faded immediately as he finished speaking. ”Oh… Oh… Oh my….” he continued, much more somber as he began to glance around the cavern in search of something or someone. ”Are… are you sure? I only needed the blood of one… Yes… Yes, yes! I understand!” Scurrying back to his feet, the mad Kel Dor took the spear in both hands and looked down upon the once again wailing young woman with a kind smile. ”Your fathers wishes for you to join him! To be together once again! Does that sound pleasant?!”
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Landing a safe distance from his old comrades' domicile, Bir scurried down the ramp with excitement in his torn trousers and bare feet. It had been so long since they’d seen each other. So long, in fact, that when he arrived on foot, his appearance was clearly something of a surprise as guards encircled his position.
”I wish to speak with your Master! Take me to him! I must see him! My oldest friend! Surely he will remember me! Surely, he must!” Even guns trained on the mad Kel Dor held little impact on his excitement. So long had he waited.
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