Purple lightning streaked the sky and thunder shook the ground. Malicious energy emanated from the broken and crumbling buildings and from their darkened doors glaring golden eyes watched unwaveringly.
Zaylos Kartan stood at a crossroads. His eyes searched the ruined landscape before him, but he didn’t recognize his surroundings. Everything was alien to him, everything except the small hissing voice in the back of his mind.
“Come... to... me...”
Reflexively he looked for the voice, but it was nowhere and everywhere at the same time. As he looked back to the hellish landscape he was startled to find he was no longer alone. A lean muscular man with skin as back as tar and glowing golden eyes stood before him. He was draped in ink-black robes that seemed to flow over his form, and he wore a smile that promised everything and nothing at the same time.
“I’ve been waiting for you...” said the stranger in a voice that was both seductive and terrifying.
“W-what?”
“You’ve tried to hide from me, but now you’re here...”
Confused and scared, Kartan, took a step back then turned to run, but as he turned around he ran straight into the dark-robed man.
“Leaving so soon?”
Kartan tried to respond but his voice failed him. The stranger reached out with a hand dripping with ichor and placed it on Kartan’s shoulder. His touch burned, and Zaylos pulled back but wasn’t able to break free of his grip. The burning grasp ate through his leather jacket and settled on his skin, Kartan wailed in agony. The stranger smiled—
Kartan’s eyes snapped open as he lunged forward in his bed. He was covered in sweat and shivering. He mopped brow with the back of his hand. His skin was hot to the touch and his body ached.
Was he getting sick?
As he began to calm down, he realized his stuff was strewn everywhere. His brow furrowed in confusion as he stared dumbly at his belongings scattered across the floor. Realization hit him and he realized he’d had another accident. Concern replaced his confusion as he pulled his legs up to his chest and cradled himself.
Kartan gave up on sleep a few minutes later, he dressed, worked out, and ate breakfast. After taking care of his dishes he lit up a cigarette while scanning his datapad. He’d been in Felucia for a couple of days and decided to explore a bit today. He needed to get out of the one-bedroom apartment he’d been allotted for the job.
Zaylos swung by a local Caf shop and got a coffee. On his way out he overheard a conversation about a village not far from the settlement he was at, and he decided that’s where he’d start his adventure.
A few hours later he was approaching the end of a trailhead. He could see thin tendrils of smoke drifting upward from what he assumed were homes just a little further up ahead. As he got closer a rustling from his left caught his attention. A sudden burst of stars filled his vision and he felt his consciousness separate from his body. He crumpled to the ground the last thing he saw was a meaty mushroom-esque foot, stomping toward him.
@Phoenix
Zaylos Kartan stood at a crossroads. His eyes searched the ruined landscape before him, but he didn’t recognize his surroundings. Everything was alien to him, everything except the small hissing voice in the back of his mind.
“Come... to... me...”
Reflexively he looked for the voice, but it was nowhere and everywhere at the same time. As he looked back to the hellish landscape he was startled to find he was no longer alone. A lean muscular man with skin as back as tar and glowing golden eyes stood before him. He was draped in ink-black robes that seemed to flow over his form, and he wore a smile that promised everything and nothing at the same time.
“I’ve been waiting for you...” said the stranger in a voice that was both seductive and terrifying.
“W-what?”
“You’ve tried to hide from me, but now you’re here...”
Confused and scared, Kartan, took a step back then turned to run, but as he turned around he ran straight into the dark-robed man.
“Leaving so soon?”
Kartan tried to respond but his voice failed him. The stranger reached out with a hand dripping with ichor and placed it on Kartan’s shoulder. His touch burned, and Zaylos pulled back but wasn’t able to break free of his grip. The burning grasp ate through his leather jacket and settled on his skin, Kartan wailed in agony. The stranger smiled—
Kartan’s eyes snapped open as he lunged forward in his bed. He was covered in sweat and shivering. He mopped brow with the back of his hand. His skin was hot to the touch and his body ached.
Was he getting sick?
As he began to calm down, he realized his stuff was strewn everywhere. His brow furrowed in confusion as he stared dumbly at his belongings scattered across the floor. Realization hit him and he realized he’d had another accident. Concern replaced his confusion as he pulled his legs up to his chest and cradled himself.
Kartan gave up on sleep a few minutes later, he dressed, worked out, and ate breakfast. After taking care of his dishes he lit up a cigarette while scanning his datapad. He’d been in Felucia for a couple of days and decided to explore a bit today. He needed to get out of the one-bedroom apartment he’d been allotted for the job.
Zaylos swung by a local Caf shop and got a coffee. On his way out he overheard a conversation about a village not far from the settlement he was at, and he decided that’s where he’d start his adventure.
A few hours later he was approaching the end of a trailhead. He could see thin tendrils of smoke drifting upward from what he assumed were homes just a little further up ahead. As he got closer a rustling from his left caught his attention. A sudden burst of stars filled his vision and he felt his consciousness separate from his body. He crumpled to the ground the last thing he saw was a meaty mushroom-esque foot, stomping toward him.
@Phoenix