PRIVATE Intrigue of the Naïve

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  1. Kragen

    Kragen The Itinerant Sith
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    I am not an experienced person in the ways of exploration or survival. I have to be honest with myself about that if I am to have any hope of growing as an individual. As a consequence, however, I have been told that I am a wanderlusted hound, gnawing at every honey suckle of adventure that presents itself to me. In a debate on this matter, I like to believe that I would be able to hold my ground with faux arguments until my opponent surrenders out of pure vexation with my stubbornness. Unfortunately, I am wont to prove them right, like I am today.

    I stand in the center of a bustling Mon Calamari city with a name I cannot pronounce, several of the cephalopodic denizens walking by me at a great distance whilst muttering to themselves in their language. Surely about my visage, which I have yet to remedy as of today. I am uncertain if I will ever be able to fix my face in a timely manner, although this is not something that I should view with shame.

    Until the standard year of 61 following a Shi'ido's birth, we are not considered adults and are thus not expected to be masters of our abilities. Still, it is unfortunate that none of the natives seem interested in talking to me about their culture and history, which is why I am here.

    At least, I believe that is why I am here. The intricacies of Mon Calamari society are quite a fixation of interest in my mind, yet my heart feels pulled by something much more base to this world. Something that I can only qualify as depraved in a way, which is all to similar to the pit that I feel growing wider and deeper in my core as I venture across these worlds of unique people.

    I begin to walk through these gradually emptying streets lit by green-hued light poles, hands tucked behind my back as ships of trade and politics soar above. I am ignoring the hushed whispers of the fearful natives and the glaring eyes set upon me for I cannot give them attention. No, no, no I cannot pay any mind to them, for I am too focused on thinking of this worry that festers within me like a plague that mutates its victims into maniacal, murderous, malevolent monstrosities.

    A series of questions rush through my mind in river streams of electrodes and malleable ridges, but the most prominent is: what could be so strong in its evil that I am tethered to it and tugged forward as if I am on a leash? It has happened some times before on previous worlds, before I came to Mon Calamari, and yet I found nothing save for that one individual on Ossus. Yes, what he informed me of during that venture was and is enlightening, but...somehow, I feel that it cannot in any way be related to what leads me across the Galaxy.

    Can it? Can it really be that? Am I destined to follow the path of...that?

    I question myself, teeming with the confused anxiety of a wanderlusted hound.

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    Darth Cerebrous The Crawling Chaos
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    Like a lost sheep, the Shi'ido wandered the streets. Why was it here? The Sith Lord sensed a great darkness within it, though it seemed unaware. It was not a Sith, not from a clan he recognized. Cerebrous had made it startlingly clear to the other clans that he maintained contact with that Mon Cala was not a world to be stepped upon lightly by darksiders.

    Yet here was one, seemingly unfazed by warnings of doom, as blind to the dark and twisted truth as the civilians it walked amongst.

    As the suns set over the city, Cerebrous made his ascent to the surface to view the trespasser with his own eyes. The Force concealed him from those he wished not to be seen by, and those who caught a glimpse of the Sith rarely gave any though to the cloaked, old Quarren.

    "You are lost, my friend," The Sith Lord stated, stepping from the shadows to approach the one who intrigued him so, assuring with a confident tone that there was no question about it. "perhaps I can help you find what you are looking for?"

    His figure was decrepit, his tentacles tight with corpse-like pale skin, his eyes glowing a deep gold from behind the shadow of his hood...

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    Kragen The Itinerant Sith
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    It is in a sudden way that I am beset by the questioning of this cephalopodic monstrosity approaching from the shadows of the city. Even from an initial glance, I know that its form is beyond any reason that I have come to understand in my days of exploration. It is a short thing, a decrepit thing, a bundle of wriggling tentacles and dead-pale skin held together under an old, wet cloak with golden stars for eyes glaring at me. Worst of all...it bears the mark of darkness that...no...can it be this thing that drew me here?

    I would expect it to be a mindless beast in any other encounter, and yet it speaks with a clear dialect, wondering as to my presence upon this world, and the evil that it holds within its very soul can only be that which pulls me from world to world in my wanderlust.

    For a moment, in my fearful shock, all I can stand to do is silently stare at the beast before me with my own eyes hidden under layers of white skin. I have almost never felt the sensations of fear, even when targeted by those troubled by my visage to the point of hostility, which I have always been able to escape through stealthy means.

    But now, I feel it in its full effects, quivering through my limbs and locking my bones. How do I get out of this one? How do I escape? Run? Hide? I do not know this time. The darkness that comes from the thing presses down on me too hard to move. I cannot move. I can barely even breath.

    My lips are now pulled tight, my too large for my mouth teeth smiling in a rictus grin that I cannot control, and my head tilts to the right. A nervous reaction, or a subconscious attempt at quelling any possible violence? I fail to answer this question in time before my mouth begins to move on its own and words belch forth in their standard bassy vibrato.

    "I am merely taking a walk through this lovely city, friend," I say truthfully, although I immediately regret what comes next. "Who might you be?"


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    "I am nobody, not anymore." nigh on 60 years ago he had cast Kro Tosqer, the weak apprentice, the failed politician, into the depths of a maddening hell, and thus was born Darth Cerebrous. "But for two life times I have lived in cities like this. It is indeed beautiful." He had once been the champion of this world and its people, and led it into a golden age. They had pushed him from their memories... but one day he would rise again from the deep.

    The Dark Lord knew there was more to all this than his new acquaintance let on. He felt the other being's aura through the Force. Dark... yes, but its soul was not so black as night like the hobbled Quarren's.

    "You are far from home, and now it your turn, what might be your name be?"

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    Kragen The Itinerant Sith
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    I cannot help but feel the apprehension in front of this beast rise with each word that it speaks from a shrouded mass of tentacles and beak. It is a monstrous thing that stands before me and I...I fear that it could kill me in an instant and I could not do anything about it. Before I realize what I am doing, I have taken a step back away from it, the flight of my body prepping to sprint to some form of safety. But, my mind takes hold and a compulsion to answer the thing's own question as to my identity charges forth in a cavalry of sentences.

    "I am Kragen, sir. An explorer of the Galaxy. I am aware that I am far from home, but that is common for many of my kind. We are a wandering bunch, unable to stay...still for long periods of time." I attempt a laugh, but all that comes out is a choking hiss from the maw that barely resembles a mouth. Dread fills me instantly, fearful that I may have insulted the creature whose aura I am now only growing fully aware of. It is suffocating, to say the least - a miasmic cloud of darkness the likes of which I have never seen or felt before.

    Is this...the full scope of the Force's evil? That dark side I have read about since my time on Ossus? The mere idea that it could very well be that shakes me to my core and I find that I have taken yet another step back. Perhaps it would be best to attempt to take my leave and depart this planet. Any further conversation with this thing could threaten to shut my heart down with pure anxiety.


    "I...apologize if I am intruding on your world," I say. "I can leave if you so wish."


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    "You are much unlike the others who have intruded on this world. You have intrigued me to say the least." The Sith lurched a small step forward as Kragen took two back, his domineering aura of darkness shifting with him. He did not want them to leave yet, for they had only just begun their dance, and this interloper had only tasted a fraction of his power. Already he could feel the sweet fear coming from the Shi'ido. He wondered if this one was being truthful. An explorer? He had heard such things before, and only a handful of times had such things been reality. He'd had Sith come to kill him for his power, he'd had Jedi come seeking the rumors that Kro Tosqer yet lived, unaware of what the once celebrated and cursed politician had become. Few survived such encounters, and those that did were never the same.

    "Be not afraid, changeling. Fear is for the weak. Tell me: are you Jedi?"

    In truth he didn't know. The Jedi were as fractured as the Sith, and it found it not unlikely that a Jedi with such a dark presence in the Force could exist. He could discount the value of a shape-shifter already touched by the Dark Side of the Force, Jedi or not. But fear was indeed a weakness, and if Kragen were to succumb to their fear... then that told Cerebrous everything he needed to know.

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    I can no longer attempt to walk away from this thing, nor hope to flee from it, for it comes upon me quicker than I could anticipate. In a single forward lurch, it maintains the once too close distance it had made with its arrival. So I remain still like a statue, listening as it speaks with a horrid voice resembling the very depths of the oceans of this world. It tells me to not be afraid, which I am ironically afraid I cannot be for the aura of this monstrous beast is far too overwhelming for me to attempt such.

    But then, somehow breaking through the fear and the stillness of my body, I feel yet another compulsion to speak. My own jumbled words belch forth like magma from a volcano and I struggle to keep my tone from wavering. This is how it is when the thing asks if I am a Jedi.

    "I...am not a...J-Jedi," I say with as much confidence as I can reasonably produce at this moment. "I am merely an explorer, as I said. Of the Galaxy. Wandering to absorb the wonders it possesses. I only happened upon this world because something here drew me to it. An...energy I suppose."

    Those words...I did not mean to say those words. What if this thing finds intrigue in those words and presses me further? I shudder ever so slightly at the thought and prepare for whatever comes next.


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    "An energy... yes. Your curiosity serves you well." he praised the explorer. There was a wayward spirit within them, one powerful in the force yet untrained, unknowing of the blessings of the Dark Side. A lesser being, one without the touch of the Force, would have come to this world for mere trivialities, blissfully unaware of the darkness brewing beneath the waves. But a force-sensitive, drawn to the energy here, his energy. He felt as if it meant something greater.

    "There is but one energy here that calls you: The Dark Side. The Force surrounds everything, binding the universe together. The Force surrounding this world is blackened, a doing of my own. But I did not call you here. Something stirs inside of you: emotions. I sense your fear, your apprehension at this encounter, but that is not what drew you here."


    The Sith Lord knew he was not speaking to an explorer of the mundane, but an explorer of the passions both mortal and immaterial.

    "What brought you here Kragen? What feeling deep within reached up and grabbed your mind's eye?"

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