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Ayomi watched with fascination as one of Serene's acolytes, Morwyn, sent some kind of shadowy astral projection forth to search for the castle's current warden. The Coven’s magic never ceased to amaze, and it soon revealed the warden to be blissfully unaware of the intrusion in his living...

Ayomi nodded at the droid's assertion of their identity, aware that N4-X4 was looking them up and down to assess their fitness for the mission ahead. The Tiefling wore their personal light armor, colored black like almost the entirety of their wardrobe. It didn't just compliment their style, but...

Ayomi let up on the attack they'd been preparing as Feifi relented, tossing her bag down to the floor. The champion called it to their hand, nodding to the girl in satisfaction. There was no use it assaulting her any further; the message had been sent and Ayomi had gotten what they wanted...

Long lost droid factories under the surface of Mustafar? It was the first Ayomi had heard of such a thing, though they assumed that was likely why the sites had remained undiscovered since the end of the Clone Wars. Perhaps more curious was the commando droid who'd tipped the Sith off to said...

The talk of some kind of echo imbued into the late Cremek's helmet was intriguing to Ayomi, but the helmet had been claimed by Darth Tempest as a trophy after the traitor's execution. Nobody knew where the Dark Lord was at the moment, but until Darth Arcanos made the quiet part loud and moved...

With Serene agreeing to Ayomi's plan of attack, the Tiefling wasted no time dashing closer to the castle wall. Black clothing, shadows, and the Force helped to conceal their approach as they reached the edge of the forest treeline. Quickly identifying one of the taller trees, Ayomi began to...

Ayomi took long sips of their wine as Arcanos talked, letting his words wash over them along with the sweet taste of the drink. The Sith Lord's explanation rang true with much of what the Tiefling had been thinking about since they'd awoken. In the past they'd focused on their skill with a blade...

Ayomi's expression remained blank and unchanged as Feifi entered the room, removing her helmet and offering a greeting as if the two were old friends. They wondered if the girl believed herself clever enough to make the champion believed there was no ill will between them; the Tiefling was well...

Ayomi returned Serene's nod as the woman donned her helmet, following the witch and her two acolytes into the Belsavian forest once the ship landed amidst the storm the other acolytes had conjured up. The Tiefling would never be a sorcerer, but being around Serene's coven served as a reminder...

Ayomi hadn't thought about Feifi Candorus since the mission to Umbara. Their former apprentice had proven only to be a disappointment, a waste of time, too stubborn and prideful for her own good. The Tiefling hadn't even been sure she was still alive until they'd checked the registry of acolytes...

To Ayomi's surprise, the first thing Arcanos said to them once he appeared was a compliment; on their outfit, of all things. Was it genuine, a test, kingly politeness? It occurred to the Tiefling that they hadn't actually talked to the man that much before; ever, even. All the men seemed to fall...

A few weeks ago Ayomi had stumbled out of a coma in Serene's medbay, broken and battered but alive and reborn. Both champions understood the opportunity at hand to strike against shared enemies, accrue power, and lend each other complimentary skill sets in pursuit of those goals. The Tiefling...

This was the last place Ayomi wanted to be. The last time the Tiefling had visited the palace of the Pureblood king, they had thought they were in love. They had been living in hubris, using the Dark Side but not truly knowing it. The champion had believed themself to be inspired, ready to set...

The more they talked with Serene, the sharper Ayomi’s mind became. The woman’s point rang true; beneath all the rage and burning desire for revenge, there was renewed purpose. A desire for more than just a single death, or the aimless goal of perfecting a dueling form. They wanted true power...

Ayomi nodded in agreement to Serene's assertion that Arcanos remained the sole victor despite everything that had happened. The witch couldn't have been more correct; the Sith Lord was poised to become Dark Lord in the near future, if the rumors of his ambitions and Darth Tempest's unknown...

The Sith must win before anyone else? Ayomi's personality might've never meshed well with Vossari's, but they'd known of him since his days as an acolyte; he was much more calculating and cunning than he let on. It was fair to question just how much more the Wrean gained from all this than the...

It seemed that Vossari wasted no time in making it clear to Ayomi exactly why he'd spared their life. To lord it over them like he did his new rank, more likely than not to call in a timely favor sometime down the line. The Tiefling couldn't exactly blame him; any good Sith was always looking to...

Of all people to request their assistance on a mission, Ayomi would have considered the newly promoted Vossari Khaldun at the top of the list along with Arcanos and the worthless traitor Master Caerllion. Yet the Tiefling was more intrigued than surprised; despite their mutual dislike of one...

Vossari? Why would they thank him for what happened on Korriban? Ayomi searched through hazy memories: losing their hand, the beating from Arcanos, their tail, then the pool. That was it. Hydromancy was the Wrean's specialty, wasn't it? Of all people, why save them though? The reason, if any...

Ayomi cautiously released their grip on the medical droid as it spoke, quietly processing what it had said. Champion Graves? The Tiefling searched their hazy mind for a connection as the mental fog slowly faded. Serene. They'd generally respected the woman's creepy vibe from afar, and even when...