The Storyteller
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On a planet that was already dark the nights were truly something to behold. Dathomir, a planet orbiting a red sun was a world of beasts and creatures that haunt the nightmares of children. Even those that looked like people were monsters.
Tonight was a special night. The two moons of the Dathomir were aligned, one eclipsing the other. The red light of the system's sun reflecting off of the nearest moon giving the darkness a slight reddish tint. Even in day time the planet was shadowed but now it looked like it had prepared to reflect the arrival of a more infamous force than what already existed on the planet.
The nightsisters, local witches had prophesied some arrival. A darkness the likes of which they were wary of and knew better than to entangle with. Instead they shrank back into their temples. Locked the doors of their village domiciles and had their numbers stay in doors. What rituals came were done behind the sturdy walls of their domain. But the wilds...
The wilds would only bring fear and death.
Birds went mad, cawing like they were frantically trying to warn their kin. They crowed like they knew what was coming. The carrion flew in the sky, passing in front of the red glow of the moon waiting for the feast to come.
Branches bent and snapped. Trees creaked and bowed as only the largest and brutish of beasts passed on the prowl. Creatures were either terrified of what was coming or sent into frenzied. Bodies of prey left chewed but only half eaten. The things that had hunted them were only interested in the kill, not the food.
Long trenches, miles of broken earth ran in lines through the vast stretch of forest. The weeks prior the Witches had come across mounds of bodies. Totems of some rogue witch or cult. But they knew of their own superstitious ways and kept their distances. Those same totems remain tonight to hold their purpose. Streams of beads and feathers flutter in the darkness. Around them quadreped creatures with bright eyes and teeth would pop up and then turn away to make them seem like they were never there.
Deep in the forest a small clearing sits. A crowd of beings, clad in robes hiding any features from the minimal light of the moon. In the center were six special individuals. Chief among them, perhaps smallest in stature was a woman. Pulling back her hood she was met with glowing eyes from underneath the hoods of the other cloak bearing beings.
Her name, was Serana Berrotal and she was The Promised. Red blood like lines ran across her skin and seemed to flow with their own ethereal life across her exposed flesh. On her shoulder was an eerily silent kowakian monkey lizard that had been grotesquely changed by Serana's alchemy. Around the edges of the clearing we kneeling beasts. They would silently run out into the forest to hunt the slightest bit of possible prey that reached their senses. Many of these had been mutated severely from what they had originally been. Some obviously used to be sentient but had been altered to amplify their master's needs. Now they breathed with muscled bodies, grinning with lipless mouths and watching without eyes. Many of the beasts that were around the ceremony were the products of The Promised. But even those that were not were a great danger to anyone that came into the forest.
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