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Terra

Krik

The trees were now barren, the tall wooden giants which littered the festival grounds within Edenhold no longer bared the rainbow assortment of leaves that clung to their branches earlier in the season. Children danced and chased each other around the plants, kicking up the dying bundles of leaf which covered the green ground. Smiles were on their faces, and laughter echoed in their voices. Krik regarded them with a glance, and a smile. The reptilian walked barefooted along the dirt road towards the festival. The temperature was still at a pleasant level, and the lizardfolk was happy. But soon winter would come, snow would cover the hills and forests, and Krik would need to continue his journeys into warmer land.

For a cold blooded being such as him, winter did not sit well with his physiology. He had always found an ironic beauty in winter despite this, though having seen snow in person less times then he could count on his four clawed hand. The cloud white snow covering trees, blanketing them as if it was putting them into a long slumber until spring arrived. Sleeping silently until spring arrived, they awoke and bloomed beautifully. He would need to migrate soon, but at least he'd be able to enjoy the festival before then. As he strolled through the city, he caught some odd glances from the citizens. They were of curiosity and surprise, typical ones he received in his travels.

Krik had arrived just before the tournament was set to begin. Fighting and brawling was something he'd never do, or understand the entertainment in. But there were bound to be injuries and that's a reason for his arrival the festival. He wondered how well the city treated its less fortunate denizens, in his wandering he often encountered impoverished folk with injuries they could not afford to treat. He was here for those people too. In the area dedicated to various vendors from across Terra he had reserved a small stand for himself. A medical clinic, not flashy or elaborate but all that he needed when considering his magical abilities.

As the lizard shaman moved through the festival grounds, his eyes continuously moved to the other vendors, noticing beastfolk from all across the land. Along with curious locals purchasing and browsing wares. Krik shifted to his own stand, moving behind it as he took his position to await any patients. Above him a sign hung which read his name, and his status as a doctor. Behind him was a small tent, in case any people in need of medical aid desired private care. He carefully leaned his wooden walking stick against one side of his stand, the small bundle of leaves from his homeland stirring gently in the breeze as he set it there. Then he waited, gently as always.

Terra

Krik

Krik, The Lizardfolk

Profile

Krik is a blue skinned hairless reptile, clad in a short robe. He is twenty one years old, his short-lived species rarely living longer than fifty years. His long tail makes up nearly half his body length, it is detachable in case of serious danger, taking two weeks to grow back entirely. His frame is slender and scaly, parts of it dotted with light grey patches of color. Standing roughly five and a half feet in height when on two feet, the diminutive lizard-man does not throw around his weight often. He walks with his hardy wooden staff in hand, when on all fours it slips onto his back. Around his shoulder swings a leather parcel full of tools and papers. His long two pronged tongue often flickers out from his mouth, sensing the environment around him.

Biography

Always a quiet child ever since he was a hatchling, Krik was born into a nest with his twenty other siblings in the hotter desert area of Terra. His parents left as soon as Krik and his kin emerged from their shells. A lizardfolk's life is an independent one, and one they must fight for the moment they are hatched. The agile Krik made a beeline for a cavern, taking refuge there as natural predators began to descend upon his brothers and sisters. The reptile reached adulthood by his fifth year, one of the few benefits of being a short-lived being. His youngest years were spent feeding on small insects and avoiding predators, growing with each passing year. He never knew his siblings, nor his parents, the solitude never hitting him until his older days.

Exposed to radiation early on, Krik was lucky to live and managed to develop powers. Even as has grown older he has yet to understand them completely. It was partly was what led him into becoming a medicine man, his magical talents enabling him to heal injuries, mend broken bones and effectively save lives. More debilitating illness and afflictions are beyond his abilities, as is death. He is a healer, not a necromancer. The curious lizard has spent many years traveling the land of Terra, exploring and healing people across towns and villages. A kindhearted being, Krik never demanded exorbitant fees for his services, often healing beggars and orphans free of charge. Money is not something which concerns nor interests him greatly, as long as he is able to purchase essentials such as food then he does not worry about monetary things.

Krik has kept a constant journal of his travels, detailing extensively the illnesses and ailments he's encountered. In his wandering he has managed to avoid serious danger, a fine tuned sense of smell and sharpened eyes allowing him to avoid direct combat. An admitted pacifist, Krik has pledged to save life, never to take one. He always tries to avoid combat, not out of cowardice but rather due to intense dislike of it. Knowing fully of his short lifespan, the lizardman continues to explore and heal those in need, satisfying his curious mind.

Relationships

• Family - Krik has never met a single one of his relatives, nor would he even recognize them if he met them.
• He has traveled through many smaller settlements across Terra, his status as a healer making him friends of those he's healed.

TBA other relationships.

Terra

Krik

Krik, The Lizardfolk

Profile

Krik is a blue skinned hairless reptile, clad in a short robe. He is twenty one years old, his short-lived species rarely living longer than fifty years. His long tail makes up nearly half his body length, it is detachable in case of serious danger, taking two weeks to grow back entirely. His frame is slender and scaly, parts of it dotted with light grey patches of color. Standing roughly five and a half feet in height when on two feet, the diminutive lizard-man does not throw around his weight often. He walks with his hardy wooden staff in hand, when on all fours it slips onto his back. Around his shoulder swings a leather parcel full of tools and papers. His long two pronged tongue often flickers out from his mouth, sensing the environment around him.

Biography

Always a quiet child ever since he was a hatchling, Krik was born into a nest with his twenty other siblings in the hotter desert area of Terra. His parents left as soon as Krik and his kin emerged from their shells. A lizardfolk's life is an independent one, and one they must fight for the moment they are hatched. The agile Krik made a beeline for a cavern, taking refuge there as natural predators began to descend upon his brothers and sisters. The reptile reached adulthood by his fifth year, one of the few benefits of being a short-lived being. His youngest years were spent feeding on small insects and avoiding predators, growing with each passing year. He never knew his siblings, nor his parents, the solitude never hitting him until his older days.

Exposed to radiation early on, Krik was lucky to live and managed to develop powers. Even as has grown older he has yet to understand them completely. It was partly was what led him into becoming a medicine man, his magical talents enabling him to heal injuries, mend broken bones and effectively save lives. More debilitating illness and afflictions are beyond his abilities, as is death. He is a healer, not a necromancer. The curious lizard has spent many years traveling the land of Terra, exploring and healing people across towns and villages. A kindhearted being, Krik never demanded exorbitant fees for his services, often healing beggars and orphans free of charge. Money is not something which concerns nor interests him greatly, as long as he is able to purchase essentials such as food then he does not worry about monetary things.

Krik has kept a constant journal of his travels, detailing extensively the illnesses and ailments he's encountered. In his wandering he has managed to avoid serious danger, a fine tuned sense of smell and sharpened eyes allowing him to avoid direct combat. An admitted pacifist, Krik has pledged to save life, never to take one. He always tries to avoid combat, not out of cowardice but rather due to intense dislike of it. Knowing fully of his short lifespan, the lizardman continues to explore and heal those in need, satisfying his curious mind.

Relationships

• Family - Krik has never met a single one of his relatives, nor would he even recognize them if he met them.
• He has traveled through many smaller settlements across Terra, his status as a healer making him friends of those he's healed.

TBA other relationships.

Hope I'm not too late to join, been aiming to do so, just been very occupied with work.

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Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

~| Nyiss' Complex: Heading from Prisoner Cells, 13th hour |~
~| Vivithe Lansha & Jayda Mirthios

The hallways of the highly fortified prison complex were near silent other than the sound of footsteps clicking against the thick metal floor. A figure clad in crimson walked calmly down the corridor, as she strolled a duo of passing guards passed and stood at attention. A smile crept onto her feminine features, upon her shrouded face. As she passed by the armored soldiers they kept on their way in the opposite direction. It surprised her that they knew who she was only with a simple glance. She couldn’t fault them for that, her diminutive appearance had fooled others before.

The Sith lord heard the distinctive sound of a descending turbolift, then slowed a gentle amount in her stride. She could sense the Force flowing through whoever was making their way downwards, it was no simple footsoldier, had to be a Sith. Vivithe had limited interaction with the other Sith that she shared this fearsome palace with. As the elevator came to a halt and doors slid open she stood still, another smile on her face.

“Hello there, I don’t believe I’ve made your acquaintance before. Your Lord Sish’s apprentice, are you not?” The Sith lord asked, already knowing the answer. She had done her research, especially on the other more powerful Sith within Nyiss’ prison.

Jayda had hoped to escape the prison unnoticed as she let the elevator take her up, her mind debating on her next task. Or rather, how to get out of it. She knew Sish wouldn’t be satisfied at her desire to avoid ‘hands-on’ education in regards to the prisoners, it would make her look weak and it was like blood in the water. Distracted by her worries, the Zabrak had failed to sense the Lord whose path she was about to cross into until it was too late.

Her purple-grey eyes snapped up, broken out of their absent mindedness, to acknowledge the threat before her. A Sith. Her sixth sense reached out to determine their ‘strength’ in the force. A sense of higher power, through she felt it wasn’t in connection with combat, washed over her. It drew her wariness into the surface. This woman was either a powerful individual or a Sith Lord.

“Yes, you’re correct. However, I don’t have the courtesy of knowing your name,” Jayda pointed out. It was a test of the temperment too. Inwardly, she braced for any sudden movement or reaction to her comment.

Vivithe continued to hold her smile, suppressing a giggle. It amused her that this Sith didn’t know who she was. But it didn’t really surprise her either. Still, she had to toy with the girl a bit.

“My name is Vivithe, its a pleasure to meet you, Jayda,” She replied, speaking the girl’s name. “Am I correct in assuming that you were on the way to the prison cells to ‘speak’ with some of the captive Jedi?”

“Actually, just returning from dropping one off,” Jayda corrected.

A shiver crept down her spine at the notice of her name being spoken and correct, though she hadn’t revealed it. The shock barely showed on her sober expression while she continued to focus on the question, “Sish managed to show self-control and the prisoner was still breathing when I left.”

“Ah I see. I have heard of Lord Sish’s brutality. He is a powerful Sith lord, you must be quite tough to endure his training.” Vivithe replied with a nod. She did not envy the girl, but the reptile’s savagery in training had some merit to making Jayda stronger.

“Which prisoner did you choose? They didn’t turn right away did they?” She asked, in part wondering how the younger Sith had done in her attempts to ‘corrupt’ the Jedi.

“A young padawan, blond haired and naive enough to stand between Sish and his allies,” Jayda pointed out cautiously as she took a step out of the lift, mindful of the Sith’s questioning.

Her hands fell into the folds of her cloak and out of sight. Her right hand lingered nearest her belt, more specifically her weapon, ready to be pulled free should things go sour. She moved onto the next part of the interrogation, “No, he didn’t. Personally I believe he was in too much pain to even consider it. Sish’s methods work, but only with those who can survive them.”

“A young one. It is too bad he had to endure such pain but it must be done to ensure he turns. If allowed to stay in his foolish Jedi ways then he will never achieve his true potential.” Vivithe stated, though she did not feel any sympathy for the padawan. Yet there was some truth in her words. The Jedi forced themselves to be weaker, limiting their own strength. It was pathetic.

“Well, perhaps when he recovers then he will reconsider some things,” She stated, staying firmly in place as she noticed Jayda’s subtle shift of her hands. The paranoia coming off the girl, even around fellow Sith. “Your master must be careful not to slaughter any of the prisoners. Nyiss is not known for her mercy. Even someone as powerful as Lord Sish would be wise to not anger her.”

“Possibly, through if he doesn’t survive… the efforts more wasteful.” The apprentice pointed out then paused. Her eyes hardened for a moment as they studied the woman, sizing her up and down. After a moment, she continued.

“If he is careless enough to allow one to die, it is on him. I don’t intend to go down with his stupidity. Through I seriously doubt such an event will happen.”

Jayda continued to step off the elevator, the door hissed closed behind and locked down. No one would be going back down for a while.

“A Jedi is no good to anyone dead, my dear. It’s a complete waste of time then. You can’t turn a corpse to the Dark Side,” Vivithe stated, almost laughing at her own comment.

“I hope that you aren’t, apprentice. Always be mindful of unpredictableness, especially in a situation like we’re in. One that's powerful enough to become a Sith Lord is one of the most unpredictable beings in the galaxy.” She stated, her voice tinged with an eerie feeling as she spoke.

Jayda survived under Sish’s claws thanks to her ability to withstand his abuse, but she didn’t fall short on her intelligence. During the whole conversation, she felt she was being toyed with like prey by a predator. This made her more and more aware of her situation as well as the direction it was going.

“I believe it’s time to inform my master about completing my task, if you will please excuse me?”

“Of course. It was nice to meet you. Perhaps we will speak again.” Vivithe stated with another smile and a nod. Then she turned away, and began to walk down a side corridor. Continuing along on her way.

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