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Discussion in 'AU Board' started by Jaesa Willsaam, Apr 15, 2019.

  1. Jaesa Willsaam

    Jaesa Willsaam Star Wars

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    20 SEPTEMBER, YEAR 108

    Something had happened, to the world. Jaesa had felt it coming even before the first quakes had hit. A wrongness, in the Force, a sense that something wasn't right. And then everything had come apart, the world seeming to split at the seams. The amount of destruction that she had seen... The land breaking, and people dying. Jaesa had felt them all, thousands of threads of life being cut on a scale she'd never sensed before, distracting her from everything else and hurting, like blows to her very soul.

    And then her own thread had been cut, and she had died, crushed and bleeding out, in her Master's arms, her last words being a hoarse whisper of an apology for failing. It had been her duty to live and serve him, and she had failed.

    But then she had awoken, completely healed, pain-free, and alone, in a world that had been unrecognisable, able to remember every single moment it had taken for her to die, and yet showing no physical sign that such a thing had happened. She had found civilisation, stumbling into a village in search for food, and discovered that no one seemed to know anything about the world being destroyed. As far as everyone told her, Pandora had always looked this way, and the people she spoke to clearly thought she was crazy. Worse, she had sensed no deception from any of them. They were all, somehow, telling the truth, or at least the truth that they perceived as such.

    She had no time to think much on it. The most important thing was finding her Master. She reached out with the Force, seeking his nature. Immediately, she felt him, far away but no less vast and remarkable for the distance. Although she had no real idea of where he was, she could tell his direction, and that was enough for her. Whatever had gone on with the world, he would know, and even if he somehow didn't, wherever he was was where she needed to be. Without him she was alone, and the very concept of being alone filled her with fear and dread. From Alderaan to the Jedi Order, to her years with her beloved Master, she had never been permitted to live alone.

    Indeed, this journey across a new and unrecognisable Pandora was the longest she had ever had to look after herself, and the longer it took to travel across the box, following the sense of her Master's nature, the more desperate she became to once more be at his side, where she belonged.
     
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  2. Sauron

    Sauron Tolkien Legendarium

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    It all change in an instant. The world tore itself apart at the seams, the earth trembling, rolling in great waves of movement as though those upon it were mere mites upon the back of a giant, attempting to rid itself of parasites. glass shattered, stone and pavement splitting into fissures that scrambling orcs and prisoners-- breaking free in the confusion -- tumbled into without even the echoing sound of their bodies hitting the ground. It was a world-ending chaos, the likes of which he had not seen since...

    Not since three years ago. Great walls of water rising out of the ocean from the west, the sky swirling from a sickly bruised green and purple to a black, darker than midnight. Ai, Númenor. He could still taste the fear that lie so thickly upon the air that day, the cries of the men and woman that lived upon the isle all dying below, and then that moment...that last moment as the waves roared above even the Temple and had come crashing down, the walls groaning and collapsing under the shear weight of the water, and even he was dragged past the crumbling island into the sea itself.

    As the camp fell to a panic, a free-for-all as orc and prisoner alike swarmed over one another, snarling and clawing at one another's throats for any desperate attempt to survive; as the girl lay there, crushed in the tumult and those last dying words , less even than a whisper and more a final gasping breath, that was the single thought that moved through his mind. The memory of those waves that rose up about him even as he celebrated his victory...

    And then, in the moment it took to blink it was over.

    All had fallen...not quiet, not peaceful... Yet compared to the chaos of moments before anything would be. But no. It was a bustle of activity he had gown very used to by now -- even more than what he had grown to expect in Pandora. A veritable fortress had sprung itself up around him, tall black walls and stood stained towers rising from the earth and standing in the distance as sentries. Soot and smoke choked the very air, while the shouts of orcish commanders, the the clang of weapons and the lash of the whip as whatever thralls his men had claimed were forced through their paces echoed through it all. For a moment, Sauron might have even though himself returned to his own world, to Mordor perhaps...

    He could smell the heated iron from the open-air smithies that stood right beside him. One of the smiths glanced up,fear flashing across the creature's yellow eyes. "M-My Lord! what an...honor that you should grace us with your presence!" A pause, as the orc swallowed, "and..what should bring out out here?"

    Sauron quirked a brow at the quivering beast, before letting his gaze wander out, once more to the surrounding camp --clearly no apocalypse had struck here, no matter what he may have encountered only moments before. Interesting...

    Turning back to the orc, he raked his eyes up and down the beast's form, watching as it struggled not to shrink back ever more with each passing moment He canted his head to the side, his tone soft --almost deceptively so, as he finally spoke, "You would question my presence here? and should you not have expected me, instead?"

    The orcs' eyes widened, "Oh, n-no my Lord, Of course my lord!. I...I was just..."

    Sauron held up a hand to silence the creature's incessant stammering, "Clearly," He murmured, "You are not prepared. Do not let it be said that I have never been merciful however -- and do not doubt that I will return."

    And with those words he turned off, pushing further into the center of the fortress. Clearly something had happened here, and now it seemed it was for him to discover what exactly it was...
     
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  3. Jaesa Willsaam

    Jaesa Willsaam Star Wars

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    Pandora had grown far bigger than it had been before everything had been destroyed. Her journey towards her sense of her Master took weeks, slow-going and difficult. She was not a stranger to travelling and to living off the land, but she did struggle with doing it by herself.

    Although she managed to fall into some kind of awkward routine eventually, the journey was a hard one for her, surrounded by an unfamiliar land with no one there to guide her... or even to talk to. Though several people tried to talk to her during her travels, they all made her uncomfortable, and in moments of stress and frustration, she left more than a few bodies behind.

    After nearly three weeks of slowly making her way through this new Pandora, Jaesa felt her Master's nature growing more and more clear in her mind as she sought him out. Finally, she was getting closer, though she had no idea of where she might find him... not until a vast black fortress appeared on the horizon and she realised what she sensed came from there.

    The sight as she neared the fortress would surely have terrified others who came so close, especially at the sight of all the orcs in the courtyards, but Jaesa found herself excited, and impatient despite her weariness from her travels, at the thought of seeing her Master again. She hoped he would be pleased to see her once again alive, and not punish her for her death.

    Sentries stood at the vast gates, and Jaesa hesitated despite herself as she reached them, staring up at the oppressive, dark structures looming ahead. Where had this come from?

    "My lady?"

    Jaesa blinked, her attention shifting onto the orcs standing guard. Though she'd always had trouble deciphering their expressions, their emotions were as easy to read as anyone's and she could sense their confusion at her own puzzled hesitation. "We thought you were inside with--"

    Jaesa frowned, but quickly covered her own confusion and waved aside the orc's words. She didn't even bother trying to come up with a reason why she was out there and not inside as they thought, and simply strode past them, doing her best not to look like this place was completely new to her.

    Which was easier said than done. Although she could sense her Master somewhere inside, his nature was so strikingly vast as to make pinpointing him impossible, and so she was stuck wandering the labyrinthine corridors hoping she was going the right way.
     
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  4. Sauron

    Sauron Tolkien Legendarium

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    He had been here for years -- atleast a century, so he had gathered over the next several weeks as they passed. A century spent building a power base , the region between what he'd come quickly to know as the Crystal Vales and the Dread Wastes becoming over the course of decades a place known as home to a powerful sorcerer, a necromancer, a god-king -- apparently the tales could never quite agree on which, or even if it were all three at once.

    People went in to that dark fortress, but they never escaped. Atleast, not as they once had been.

    And it was not merely his original orcish camp that had grown, along with his power-base either. There were entire networks of his agents and spies spread across the Crystal Vales and beyond. Whatever questions he may have ha were answered readily by his servants -- who would dare question his sanity, after all? Adjusting to this new Pandora had been all too easy for him. The great eye sees all, indeed.

    He smirked as the last thought crossed his mind, as the air kicked up in his wake, moving through the corridors of the fortress stirred at on of the banners hanging upon the walls. Footsteps echoed here, against the stone of the floors and he could see her shadow stretching down the length of the hall, quavering in the flickering red glow of the braziers that lit the way. It had not only been tales of his supposed past in this world that had been brought to him as of late.

    It had been one of the guards, sent to him, asking if he had sent the girl on a mission they did not know of, saying that she had been acting...oddly. Not in any way that they could explain exactly, yet still it had unsettled them.

    And so he'd gone to find her, to meet her an get a look at her for himself. After weeks of hearing of her path turning ever nearer toward him, after discovering that she was here, alive and as apparently drawn to him as she ever had been, he needed the confirmation of his own eyes.

    And there he stood, as she emerged down the corridor, his arms crossed over his chest as he took in her form, nearly devouring her with his gaze. "Now where have you been, all of this time?"
     
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    Jaesa Willsaam Star Wars

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    As she wandered through the fortress, she assumed that her Master was expecting her. For one thing, he could sense her powers in the same kind of way she sensed his nature, and for another, she came across no resistance as she repeatedly got lost in the labyrinthine corridors of what was apparently his lair, when the last she remembered, he had only had a camp in the forest.

    This was, she decided, looking around at the oppressive architecture, feeling that permanent aura of power, dread and fear that only served to excite her, and glanced at several banners that bore the same sigil that had been carved into her own flesh, far more fitting for her esteemed Master.

    Although she could sense him nearby, it was impossible to tell just how near he was, and so she stopped short in surprise when she rounded a corner and saw him looming ahead, so much taller than her, his arms folded in a way that suggested displeasure and yet his eyes all but devouring her in a way that implied he was pleased to see her. Her lips couldn't help but curve into a smile at the sight of him, dark eyes taking him in as though she had gone a whole lifetime without looking at him.

    Though according to the people who claimed it was Year One Hundred and Eight instead of Eight, perhaps she had.

    She moved towards him, stopping a respectful distance away and reverently bowing her head. "I've been journeying to you, Master," she said, still wondering if he would be angry at her for failing him in such a spectacular fashion as dying. "I somehow found myself in the far west, and it's taken me three weeks to get back to you." The difficulty of that near month of constant travel was plain in her appearance; her clothes were - while as clean as she could have managed - travel-worn, stained and frayed, and she was quite clearly exhausted. Although she hadn't spent the entire time living off the land, and had used stolen money to pay for nights in inns and motels when she passed them, a lot of the time had been spent beneath the stars, and plenty of her time had been spent struggling to get enough food.

    Looking up at him, she hesitated, before looking around at the corridor in which they stood. Just next to them a tall, imposing banner cascaded down from the high ceiling, emblazoned with his sigil. "Several people in my travels told me what year it is, and though I thought they must have been lying, I sensed no deception from any of them." A frown touched her brow, her lips down-turning, the subject difficult to speak of. She had had nightmares about dying for weeks. "Have I truly been dead for a hundred years?" But that wouldn't have explained why the orcs guarding the fortress gates recognised her immediately, and even thought she should have been inside with her Master. What was going on?
     
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