Witches in the Mist 1/12/22

[Anatketani]

Durro Thel-Tanis — 01/12/2022
Forgot to make this channel for @TheTraveler to post in. Feel free to move it if it is in the wrong spot.
Takes place just after jumping into hyperspace; before any of the other active inbetweens Durro is part of.

Durro settles in to his meditation shortly after Kenobi's ship enters hyperspace. As his mind sinks into the comforting currents of the Force those same currents buffet him with the fury of a violent storm. Anger, raw and hot, felt so easily due to it coming from a familiar presence. Durro smiles to himself and wraps the Force around him like a thick all-weather cloak. He is the calm in the howling wind; the eye of the storm. As the world falls away around him, he reaches into the Force to determine its will. Despite the attempt to clear his mind completely, as Palpatine taught him, to hear the Will of the Force; it is almost as if he get reassurance. Nothing has changed since he last did this; he is where he is supposed to be. Instead, he finds his focus on Hadaza, their 'lone survivor'. The events with the Priloc are still fresh in his mind, and he analyzes again what little he can discern about her. Her apparent work with The Crusade, however recent it was. The strange language she speaks seemingly at random, and the markings he recognizes as coming from Dathomir. At least, the Dathomir he is familiar with. He can feel her aboard the ship, and he focuses his meditation on the mystery of her presence. Though he also reminds himself of what he himself told the young woman. The past doesn't matter, especially when truly lost. What matters is the future; who we choose to be. He lets his consciousness drift with the Force, to see what purpose Hadaza may serve their cause, or what purpose they serve for her and her journey of rediscovery.




TheTraveler — 01/12/2022

The Force swirled around him as the vision started to come in focus. There were sounds, strange sounds of chanting filled his ears. It was hard to focus on the moment, or even the intention as the current of the force pulled at his mind.

From the darkness of the abyss, the chanting slowly grew and woke the sleeping mind. “The Goddess knows….” A dark malevolent voice spoke over the chanting. “She knows all our sins, all of our deeds,” the voice continued.

‘Sins,’ the word triggered visions. The clean walls slowly came in to view as the image of the armored warrior walked closer to the door. He stopped and turned to face the door, as the sounds of kids at play could be heard. “She knows our deeds,” echoed in the reaches of the mind. The armored man moved slowly as he readied the blaster in his hand. The door slowly opened as the finger triggered the safety to its off position.

‘No,’ a voice said. The sense of pride was felt as she knew she would protect those children with her life if need be. The lightsaber cut through the man with great ease. The armor now gone and replaced by a kindly elderly man laying on the floor. “No….” a female voice cried out in pain and horror. Disbelief and shock filled the mind, ‘no…’ it whimpered, ‘no….’

The soft haze of unconsciousness slowly fades as the nightmare passes, as chanting fills the ears. Then the sound of a booming voice, “The Goddess calls upon all of us.” The chanting grew louder. “The Goddess has called upon us to spread her chaos and sow her destruction,” the now booming voice said over the thunderous chanting.

Struggling against the darkness and against some force holding tight to arms and legs, panic fills the mind.

“Only through the eyes of the Mother, can we truly see the will of our beloved Goddess!”

‘Mother,’ the mind repeated softly. Then cried out, ‘Raza!” The mind’s eyes focused in on the image of a child in the middle of play. Her child, Raza. Her heart filled with pain as she knew she would never see her daughter again.


The chanting grew louder, almost deafening. “Behold, the Goddess has delivered unto us, her blessed children, the Mother.”

‘Me….’ The fog slowly lifting from the mind. The pain in the shoulders and hips pulling the mind back to reality. Astra’s voice filled her ears with a horrified scream.

“The Goddess has blessed the blood of the Mother. Given unto the Mother the power of sight beyond sight. And through that blood, we shall see the path of our Goddess,” somewhere beyond her mind, the voice continued to speak to others.

Pulling with all her mind, she struggled to free herself. She suddenly heard Hadaza’s voice in her memory, “I…I…I didn’t know….” The memory of death and blood shed filled her hazy mind. A people lost to history, a world left burning. Panic filled the mind as she tried to focus. Her mind saw not one, but dozens of worlds left burning in the wage of these people. Through the haze of her mind, she could see a broken tree obscured by thick pillars of black smoke. Smoke that rose up from vents that were once hidden.

“Bleed the Mother,” Crowds chanted over and over again.

She struggled against her bounds; Astra screamed out again. She pulled and struggled, ‘I have to get free’ she ordered herself.

“Yes, we will bleed the Mother, and we will all see the path of the Goddess!” the voice next to her said coldly.

Astra felt her body starting to move as if being turned. The world around her shifted and she felt her hair slipping to the left then above her head, or more, below her head. She had been turned upside down. The world exploded into light as something was removed from her head.

Before her were hundreds of painted faces all chanting for the Blood of the Mother. Astra turned to the side and saw the man in robes standing next to her. His face obscured by a strange mask with long tentacles hanging from it. ‘Let me save us once more,’ the cold vile voice of Ashanti said softly. Another attempt to escape failed, then Astra finally let go and allowed Ashanti to take over.

Ashanti’s rage filled the mind and heart. Hatred boiled reaching a point that threatened to explode. Anger, rage, hatred that had slowly built up over the years now was tapped to summon Ashanti’s true power. Her voice low and dripped with her evil, “I will kill you all once I escape here.”

Ashanti drew upon the force as she saw the blade in the man’s hand. It was bright, shiny, and sleek. She had seen this blade before as he spoke, “you will give unto us your gift, Mother.”

Ashanti felt her power fading as the edges of her sight slipped into blackness. Astra felt herself alone in her mind for the first time in her entire life. And she was truly terrified! She saw the blade move towards her neck as she looked out across the eager faces awaiting her death. She saw Durro at the entrance to the cargo bay standing there.


The cut across her throat was sharp and painful. She felt her warm blood flowing like a stream over her face. Her vision filled with red as she tried to focus on Durro. Her heart ached. She tried to mouth, her voice now failing, ‘I’m sorry Master.’ Her eyes slowly loosing focus as she still tried to hold on to him. Her pain was only overshadowed by her regret that she wasn’t the student he deserved.

“Drink brothers and sisters!” the man next to Astra called out. She could make out the blurred image of a cup under her head and being withdrawn. Tears filled her eyes as she tried as hard as she could to find Durro once more in the haze and blur.

“The Goddess has given us a great gift,” were the last words Astra ever heard.
@Durro Thel-Tanis
Elsewhere on the ship, another Force User was finding herself lost in the currents of the Force as well. Pulled from a place of comfort and calm in to a violent and turbulent vision. Astra tried to block the vision, but there was nothing she could do to halt its advance on her mind.


@(Princess) Astra Korraay

The halls were line with rusted metal crates, trash and broken equipment. The sounds of chanting echoing down the hall. The hissing of pipes filled the rusted corridor with a haze that made seeing hard. Every sound appeared like an echo, even the very sounds of footsteps were cast in echo. Moving forward down the corridor, small, strange rodents move from hiding place to hiding place. The sound of whimpering filled the corridor.

Moving forward, the side wall of the corridor opened into a wide-open space. The walls were made of wood, and the normal window showed a world washed by rain. At the center of the room, a woman and little boy set at a large lone table. On the table, there was a body laying under a white sheet. On either side of the body were dozens of candles.

A grief-stricken woman lit the last candle, then slowly waved the fire twig out. “There, our ancestors will be able to find him,” she said in a soft whimper.

The boy reached up and held her worn long skirt with holes in it, “mommy, what will we do without pa.”

She turned and held her child, softly whimpering, “I don’t know.” Moving past this opening, the rumbling sounds of the ship returned.

Moving down the corridor, the chanting slowly returned, “The Goddess knows….” A dark malevolent voice spoke over the chanting. “She knows all our sins, all of our deeds,” the voice continued.

The sound of Hadaza screaming filled the corridor as the next opening was reached. There Hadaza stood in the center of a large tavern. Chairs, bottles and glasses all scattered and broken. Tables turned over, but not concealing the bodies. Some dressed in simple farmer clothes while others dressed like criminals. In the center of the carnage, Hadaza stood. A blaster and knife slipping from her hands.

She stood there with blood-soaked hands, “I didn’t know.”

“You did this,” a man in a business suit said from the bar. He was sitting on the floor holding the knife wound in this gut. “What!? You didn’t know you’re a monster,” he laughed in his dying words. “That you’ll always be a monster! ALWAYS BE A MONSTER!”

Drawn away from the scene, the chanting returns as does the rumbling of the ship. More rodents flee from one point to another as the voice returns, “The Goddess calls upon all of us.” The chanting grew louder. “The Goddess has called upon us to spread her chaos and sow her destruction,” the now booming voice said over the thunderous chanting.


“Only through the eyes of the Mother, can we truly see the will of our beloved Goddess!” The chanting grew louder, almost deafening. “Behold, the Goddess has delivered unto us, her blessed children, a glorious gift! The Goddess has given us the Mother.”

Suddenly, there was a loud scream, a scream that could only be Astra! Moving faster, the echoes continued to fill the corridor. The small rodents fled from the charge as the voice continued, “The Goddess has blessed the blood of the Mother. Given unto the Mother the power of sight beyond sight. And through that blood, we all shall see.”

A voice from behind forced a halt, only to see Hadaza standing there with tears down her face. “It wasn’t my fault. I didn’t know,” she said holding up the blood soaked jedi robes that were normally worn by Astra. “I swear I didn’t know…” There was more in her arms then just the robe. Something concealing under the robes, a dark foreboding truth yet to be uncovered.

A sense of dread and direness was over coming as the motion continued to move forward towards the chanting. Their voice booming with expectation and excitement. Over and over, they cried out, “Bleed the Mother!”

Through a large thick bulkhead that had been cut open many years ago, and the scene opened into a large cargo bay. Hundreds of people dressed in normal everyday clothes. At the far in, on a raised platform, A man in a robe stood next to a large ring. Tied spread eagle to the ring, Astra was bound. Her head was covered by a black hood. She struggled and screamed again as the man continued, “yes, we will bleed the Mother, and we will all see!”

On that, he grabbed the ring and slowly turned it till Astra’s head was over some kind of metal funnel. He reached down and removed the hood, causing Astra to scream out once more. Her head dropped and her eyes rolled up and seemed to flutter. Then she raised her head once more and in a low evil tone, “I will kill you all once I escape here.”

Astra tried to draw upon the Force as the man laughed. “You will give unto us your gift, Mother,” he said as the metal ring glowed brightly. Astra screamed once more in panic as the man leaned forward and drew his knife across her throat. Her blood filled the funnel sending it down nine pipes to the waiting masses. “Drink brothers and sisters!” he said taking a small cup and filling it with Astra’s blood. “The Goddess has given us a great gift,” he shouted then drank from the cup.