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the sith campaign ✦ act five - cato nemoidia

even from space, cato nemoidia gleams. a small, clouded-white planet, of mountains and icy oceans, its only concession to civilization is the city of cato nemoidia—a city shaped in a handprint, a golden bruise on the flesh of it, shining bright and vivid. 

...

where naboo was growing lush and warm, a living, breathing, colorful-skinned organism in its own right, cato nemoidia is pure bone structure—pared down and brutally lovely, all golden-roofed houses and spare white streets and a cleanliness so intense it borders on sterile. jeweled palaces glitter in the distance. citizens, of the few out and about, wear white and gold and splashes of blue and purple and green.

#no one tell me this isnt what cato nemoidia looks like i dont care lyrus put his hand on that world and swore it would be his and that #carnadine couldnt touch it and the whole world cannot not live in his shadow #where the group finally put the map pieces together and one left to become a sith lord and one left to rule a station and one left to #become someone who could be looked upon by his old master and seen and fen looked out into the stars and continued her journey #(and sumi went with her) #mine #* #dnd #my writing #sithcampaign

[thewinedarksea]

the sith campaign ✦ act two - naboo

and of course there is the force. there is always the force. it is a constant of your lives, always near at hand, always around you. a sea of energy and you swimming through it. but now it seems more than that--a sea, yes, but a sea of potential, something solid beneath the waves, almost as if you could reach out and grasp it, fashion it into something new. peer into the depths and-- 

the smoke is the same brilliant shade of red as the flower itself, curling up in delicate corkscrews. it smells sweet. very, very sweet, and the more you breathe in the more alive you feel, your mind racing further away from you with every inhale. you feel sharper. smarter. more in-tune with the world around you, every rustling leaf and singing bird and rushing eddy of water. 

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the smoke is dissipating and so, too, are your memories, the visions which you saw. it leaves behind only a conviction that you have seen something, and the lingering knowledge that you can shape the force. you can use the force. that there is something there for you, down in the dark. 

you have to go deeper to rise higher. dive. 

#this is excerpted from the scene where the players did drugs on top of a waterfall and got In Touch with the force #the discovery of the nabooian poppy (or is it); passion which is a sculpture crafted by a sith lord long gone; and the remnants of an #'artists colony' now lost to time. ft. the introduction of darth carnadine: a powerful sith lord no one has ever heard of #a scrap of their philosophy: the force is creativity unending #also fen blew sumi up with electric grenades and a lot of people did graffiti #* #sithcampaign #my writing #dnd

[thewinedarksea]

the sith campaign ✦ act three - jedha

jedha sings. not one song, but many; all of them braiding together, bells and voices and drums and flutes, echoing off of the walls, rising into that sere white sky. it is a prayer, a praise, a plea. even as one song dies another picks up, adding a new beat to the melody. 

and below it all another note, slipping in and out of focus. something high and low, sweet and discordant, tempestuous and quiet. 

the force. it is the force, and it is singing, and the note of it is rising and rising and rising, until you can feel it in your teeth, in your bones, humming in your ribcage, flooding your ears with its sound. then it fades back to just one more note among many, nearly lost beneath the music of jedha.

#jedha! i tweaked it. pilgrim moon martyr moon saints in the desert on swoopbikes and caverns beneath the surface full of kyber crystals and #memory #here we find the temple of iron wisdom--created by a follower of carnadine and dedicated to mastery of the force. they have waited a #thousand years to find someone to fill their place. to lead them into a new age. (also they kidnap children.) #ft. darth ception getting a boyfriend and fen blowing up the jedi temple #also where fen meets carnadine and begins their ascendancy; where they lay claim to their fate as the one who Is Like Carnadine; where they #surrender to the shape of the force; where they step onto that long-vacant throne and claim leadership of the temple #also where she blows up sumi (again) #mine #sithcampaign #* #dnd #my writing

[thewinedarksea]

the sith campaign ✦ act six - alizarin

from above, the planet resembles nothing more than a droplet of blood—red and red and red all the way through, vividly apparently against the dark of space. in the center, a single pinprick of black mars the inexhaustible hue. this is alizarin. home of carnadine. a world lost to time, cut from the very pages of the galactic saga. it is also where we end our story.

we start with a ship, whizzing towards the planet at speeds double the galactic limit. smoke pours from its exhaust ports in an orange trail. sparks fly from its metal frame. it looks like it’s held together with duct tape and spite. the name “the paper shrike” is emblazoned on the side in worn-out, blocky paint.

#alternatively known as the homecoming #where we find carnadine--alive and not and waiting for their apprentice to follow them on their great and glorious path #where they killed their apprentice #where their apprentice is a storm and a poison and seething that she cannot follow them #where the poppies grow thick in the ruins of an old jedi temple #where the commenstanza of the force sings #where fen became fen. where fen became everything. #(where sumi follows her still and off of it and into the next chapter of their lives.) #i will be posting a separate edit for that at some point lol #mine #my writing #* #sithcampaign #dnd

[thewinedarksea]

the sith campaign ✦ act one - canto bight

from above, cantonica resembles nothing more than a marble—red and swirled with white, bright against the dark of space. nothing, however, is as bright the glowing dot of canto bight proper, the radiance of the city visible even from orbit. a lavish casino set in the middle of a desert, canto bight is known for its high life and criminal underbelly both. it’s the location of choice for smugglers, socialites, thieves, gamblers, and anyone looking to get rich quick. it is also where we begin our story.

we start with a ship, whizzing towards the planet at speeds double the galactic limit. smoke pours from its exhaust ports in an orange trail. sparks fly from its metal frame. it looks like it’s held together with duct tape and spite. the name “the paper shrike” is emblazoned on the side in worn-out, blocky paint.

#hello everyone ik i said it is ff february time And It Is but i forgot i had sw campaign edits that have been languishing in my drafts for #months so uhh quick spam time it counts bc im gay we move on we will get to the content i swear it #anyways!! opening scene. the ship is anna's character's (she played the sith master and i played the apprentice) #an introduction to a strange sith power that existed a thousand years ago and somehow got cut from the pages of history #also they punched someone (literally) into next week #michaela and i co-dmed this #eyo #my writing #* #dnd #sithcampaign

[thewinedarksea]

the sith campaign ✦ act four - korriban

“tu’kata live in the tunnels of these canyons. if you’ve never seen them, suffice it to say that they are large and teethed. but they live there, down in the dark, the heat, the red, close to the force that beats at the core of korriban, able to sense its power and yet too unformed to grasp it. 

they are jealous creatures, the tu’kata. jealous, and angry. they would rip the throat from a lifemate for a better cut of meat. they follow only the one strongest enough to keep them in line and, given half a chance and a well-placed shadow, they’d kill them, too, and claim their place for however long they might rule. 

a hunger for power. a ruthless striving for the top. blood. these are the principles upon which we have founded this eminent academy, and these are the principles which, in the coming week, you will carve into your very souls.

it is a tu’kata eat tu’kata world here.

look around—left to right. you have no friends here. only rivals. those who survive to graduate can rest assured that they are among the best the galaxy has to offer.” 

#an excerpt from the speech of the headmaster of the sith academy bc why else would you go to korriban #korriban is haunted. a scar which never heals which weeps blood still. remembered anger. #(carnadine alone saw the truth on jedha. and for that their followers died; were torn apart; broke themselves apart trying to follow them. #and carnadine made them do it so they would not need to walk alone. and they failed. and bita died.) #love this place!! #what cheerful fun #anna immediately used my broken sith power to ruin all my small bad plans #ft. a fun little roil of mayhem in the caves and fen going off on a spiritual journey where she gave up so so much (but not sumi never sumi) #so that they could walk where carnadine had--could go to the heart of korriban and hear the song of the force #:D #mine #* #my writing #dnd #sithcampaign