Ambria, Approaching Lake Natth
1849 local time
Most sane souls would consider Ambria a cursed place. Long ago in ancient days, during the time of the Great Hyperspace War, Ambria was rich with life and culture. A powerful and avaricious Sith Sorceress took the planet for a throne, enthralling its inhabitants to obey and build a great structure. An obelisk of bound black stone, city-wide and tall enough to reach the heavens. Hundreds of years and thousands of lives it burned away for its maker's ambition. Through the power of the Force she would bind the planet to the Dark and to herself.
She failed, completely and utterly. And in her failure so unleashed destruction on the world and nearly every life upon it. Perhaps there was a lesson to be learned, like Icarus and his wings. Infested with hungry and wrathful ghosts it lay still and forgotten for a thousand years. Until a Jedi Master landed on the barren surface and, with his power, sealed the slavering spirits beneath the surface of the only remaining body of water, Lake Natth. No natives approached the sand-lapping waves nor slept near its shore. Cursed it was, with its serpents and black water. Cursed would be those who dreamed of its depths.
Or, so it was said.
Arla and Nakoa had landed on Ambria all the same, passing over the Obelisk's shattered ruin along the way. Sunset was quickly approaching over the partly underground lake complex, the magic hour that superstitious said spirits rose to gather and revel in their strange spirit fashion. Bathed in the red-orange light of the falling sun the two Sith would approach. The mystic wind went by, murmuring in macabre melody. It carried songs of promise and of terror, of fright and tremulous delight.
Water and shadow of a wild lake, with black rock bound. And they were going to swim in it.
Nakoa was just then setting up a temporary camp, a walk away from the lake water's edge. Basic tent, firepit, a border totem hand-carved from driftwood adorned with hanging trinkets. The usual stuff. Supplies were stored under their own tarp, bags and backpacks, things like that. His ship wasn't difficult to spot out in the sands, but then again, not many ventured close to the lake. Also, his ship was trapped. Naturally.
"Seen anything like it before?" he asked his companion, standing up to gaze out at the distant water. It resembled nothing insomuch as a broad, black mirror that didn't quite reflect all the light that touched it.
@Phoenix