Ask A Journey to the Other Side

[Iymril]

Korriban l Murzana l Death Enabled​

Iymril had received a message from a fellow Sith Champion, a woman Azathoth. The Sephi faintly remembered the woman from their Sign Casting class. She apparently had interest in exploring the Sith ruins on the dead world of Malachor. Expeditions always intrigued Iymril, so they agreed to meet with her.

They’d sent Azathoth coordinates to a brunch cafe in the city. Iymril arrived in a cute white sundress, a pair of sandals, their fingers and ears were adorned in bled kyber and silver jewelry. Their hair was done in a single braid, their lipstick and nail polish matched the crimson of the bled kyber jewelry.

Iymril placed an order for mimosas while they waited for Azathoth to arrive. Their eyes turned and fell out across Murzana and her streets. The city of gems was beautiful and its culture was absolute perfection. It made Thule pale in comparison. They were truly at home here.

@Logan

 

[Azathoth]

Generally speaking, Azathoth was never very partial to the early afternoon. Truth be told, she didn’t really enjoy any time before the sun started to set, but not many people fell in line with her nocturnal tendencies.

So despite her reservations, or she guessed specifically because Iymril had made reservations, she was out in the street under the shining Murzana sun. Unsure of the general vibe of the meeting, Aza had opted for a straight forward outfit, along with a wide brimmed hat to keep the sun off her face. The pendant that hung from her neck was filled with a deep crimson liquid that seemed to shift and move on its own accord.

There was nothing more embarrassing in the world than how quickly Azathoth succumbed to sunburn. She had considered lobbying for Blackwell to invent some sort of SPF5000 that might do the trick, but she figured it would have just been wasting her time.

She arrived shortly after Iymril, nodding a greeting to them just in time for the mimosas to be delivered as she took her seat. Azathoth had never had a mimosa before - probably due to the whole preferring the nighttime thing - and she lifted the glass and inspected it judgementally for a few moments before giving it a try.

It was positively delightful.

Do you know much of Malachor? She asked idly while taking out a small silver case from her pocket.

Flipping it open, Azathoth took out a thin, skeletally white cigarette and put it into her mouth before offering one to Iymril. She lit it with a flick of her fingers, producing a small almost unnoticeable flame on her thumb that extinguished nearly as soon as it had arrived.

It hadn’t occurred to her to ask if Iymril minded if she smoked, and if they protested she would oblige them by putting it out. It was probably the only truly bad habit that she had, and Aza just assumed that most people wouldn’t care enough to say anything about it.

Most people think it little more than a dead world. But the dead have their whispers, their secrets. Malachor more than most.

@Apollyon

 

[Iymril]

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Iymril surveyed the porcelain Tiefling as she slid into her seat across from them. They took their drink in a loose, dainty grip and gracefully sipped from it. It seemed their partner was all business and no play, such was a running theme amongst Sith. Iymril internally sighed at the monotony of it all.

The Sephi brushed their hair over their shoulder and let it fall down their back as they listened to Azathoth. She asked what they knew about Malachor, Iymril’s ears twitched reflexively. What didn’t they know about Malachor was the better question.

“Malachor is many things to our Order.” They replied smoothly. “It is a tomb world, a Dark Side nexus, and bears an ancient Sith temple.” Iymril continued. “That is just the highlights of it.” They told her after taking another sip from their mimosa.

When Azathoth fished out a silver case holding thin cigaras, Iymril watched. When the Tiefling offered one to them, the Sephi accepted. They conjured a tiny flame at the tip of their index finger and lit their own cigara. As they smoked they crossed one leg over the other and listened as Aza spoke. Mimosa in one hand, smoke in the other.

“What interests you on Malachor?” They asked finally. “What would pull you towards a world guarded by the dead?” Surely she’d heard to rumors? The time locked souls of the deceased stirred on Malachor now. They tore any who weren’t steadfast in their purpose asunder.

@Logan