Cleansing the Valkyrie

[Darth Victress]

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VALKYRION MANOR, SERENNO
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She had ascended to the position that most would covet, far above other Sith, yet, she felt empty. It was a darkness that plagued her ever since she had received the title of Sith Lord. Frequently waking up in the middle of her sleep, she sweated profusely with some palpitations; the night terrors were real and seemingly worsened on a nightly basis. Their severity and frequency progressed in the many months since her promotion. She had everything she wanted, yet nothing seemed within grasp.

Voices taunted her in her sleep, malevolent spirits that echoed through her personal chambers and stalked her very move. As she lay defenseless, they attacked viciously, plaguing her memories and her body, almost seeping at her dark sided abilities as they did so. They whispered inaudible noises, but, for once, she could make out the word: "Serenno"

And thus, her journey took her to the world of nobility but far from the civilized centers. Navigating the nightsweeper through nightmarish clouds and grey smogs of death, she finally arrived deep into the woods of Serenno. Dressed in her customized battle suit, Black Hades, she brought her lightsaber to life in her right fist. Crimson light bathe the void of darkness that surrounded her, pale moonlight being the only other guidance during nightfall. The manor was desolate and without any sign of corporeal life, though she could feel an essence and entity drawing her closer.

She snarled and wrapped the force defensively as she entered through the main doors, shoving them aside as she climbed the stairs. Eyes scanned through the hollow chambers, and sent ripples of force energy throughout. If the spirits wanted to torment her, they would have to confront her first.

Her voice was robotic and cold as it spoke from underneath her helm, "I've been looking forward to this...".

@Kayenta Moenkopi

 

[Doz Noth]

No sooner than the Sith Lord’s words had ceased to resound in the closed space of the manor, than the sound of light hearted laughter could be detected. The sound was far removed, distanced from this world and ethereal in nature. That is was the voice of an otherworldly spirit could not be denied. A rich scent of basil filled the air, cloying in its intensity bringing with it a sense of ease.

It was that is Arianna would seek for the owner of this voice, the sound would draw her mockingly through every floor, up the stairs, and in each of the rooms it contained. Even so, no sign of its owner would the woman find. Was it a game of cat and mouse? That would be for time to reveal for no malice was emitted in the sound nor the scent for the one named Darth Victress to detect.

Would the woman be able to identify the owner of that voice? It was possible because Arianna had heard its owner laugh upon occasion, but of the scent there had been nothing to connect it to that spirit who seemed unable to rest. A new sound would begin to filter its way into the manor after the fruitless search; running water. Perhaps through and upper story window the Sith Lord might chance to see a garden in the back. If she should, of note would be statues of stone darkened by time and the growth of the thicket the garden had become. Untended, the flora had grown unchecked to nearly encompass the full of the garden save for that covered by paving stones to form a pathway to a small area that surrounded a fountain bubbling with water.

The voice would taunt, with words this time, ”Are you scared Arianna? The question seemed to amuse the entity which began to laugh softly once more.

@Faded Truth