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17-11-2023, 06:49 AM
(This post was last modified: 17-11-2023, 10:08 PM by Temekel Vipion.)
UPDATE: LORD VIPION
I offer my recounting of my kidnapping for the benefit of the powerbase. I am telling you all the full truth as I remember it. I cannot promise it is true. I believe there may be other facts that can be uncovered from my mind.
An important piece of context lies within Sith Tarimra’s report titled “Thelin Doll Ritual”. I invite the reader to read it and compare it:
LINK HERE. POST 19.
My youngest child was the one affected by this, and he his connection to the force was affected due to this ritual. I tell you this because it is for the benefit of the powerbase. His name is Javikan, after Corporal Wellsow, who died during a mission around the Quiet Speaker.
Now, onto the events of our disappearance. My memories of this event come to me only in occasional bursts. They are often abstract, always fragmentary. I cannot promise the truth of them- my interpretations may be self-protective. Perhaps not. I tell you this because it is for the benefit of the powerbase.
I was walking past Javikan’s room. I did not intend to enter it but sensed something was wrong. I walked into the room and picked him up. The wrong thing was not him, though it often is. It was a small thing in the corner of his room that became a big thing. It became impossibly large and grew teeth and countless eyes. It is to be noted that we possess a robust set of defences at my estate, including force-based ones. The power in the Vipion estate was extinguished soon after.
I was running through the woods with Javikan in my arms. I heard wood splintering behind me and saw a long claw slice through a tree trunk. I heard the laughter of an infant and the crying of another. I was jumping over logs and lost my holocom along the way.
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(It is to be noted that Sith Vi’kas found the skull of Javikan Wellsow in my bed after I went missing.)
I see figures in all black with singular red eyes atop glossy red faces. Sabers ignite, and I fight. I feel rage. I am outnumbered, and I sense darkness. I hear an imperial and upper-class voice speak the words “the mother…”
I am floating in a river, cool and dark. It is peaceful, though peace is a lie. White liquid surrounded by a dark void. I float past a dark stain on top of the water, which vibrates with the aftershock of a scream through the force. I see two figures standing in the water, and they offer a hand to me. Featureless - three-dimensional silhouettes, shuddering with power. The void moves. Something stirs there; the “there” itself stirs. It is the size of a mountain and the size of a grain of sand. I feel an inexplicable pang of maternalism within me. I tell you this because it is for the benefit of the powerbase.
I stand in a small pool of the same water. I am standing opposite a man with a glossy black face and a single red eye. He is holding my son in his arms.
“Such a shame,” an older voice- a Sith accent outside of Kaas.
“The black fane will welcome you. Your siblings are waiting.”
Behind him looms ten massive thrones, each inordinately huge.
Each bear an item:
I hear metal clanging on metal and plumes of rust, and then I see a gout of red blood. Feet are sinking into the mid, teeth are bared, and claws dig into cold, slick flesh.
I feel something cold and painful splash against my skin. I am kneeling low across a dark stone expanse.
I am back in the woods. I find an old holocom and call for help. Javikan is different. He opens his mouth to cry, and no sound escapes. He makes no noise as he moves. This is still the case months later, though he has spoken his first words softly. My blind eye has a blood drop upon it. We later determine it is alchemically modified. We smell of ammonia.
I tell you this because it is for the benefit of the powerbase.
That is all.
-TKV
I offer my recounting of my kidnapping for the benefit of the powerbase. I am telling you all the full truth as I remember it. I cannot promise it is true. I believe there may be other facts that can be uncovered from my mind.
An important piece of context lies within Sith Tarimra’s report titled “Thelin Doll Ritual”. I invite the reader to read it and compare it:
LINK HERE. POST 19.
My youngest child was the one affected by this, and he his connection to the force was affected due to this ritual. I tell you this because it is for the benefit of the powerbase. His name is Javikan, after Corporal Wellsow, who died during a mission around the Quiet Speaker.
Now, onto the events of our disappearance. My memories of this event come to me only in occasional bursts. They are often abstract, always fragmentary. I cannot promise the truth of them- my interpretations may be self-protective. Perhaps not. I tell you this because it is for the benefit of the powerbase.
I was walking past Javikan’s room. I did not intend to enter it but sensed something was wrong. I walked into the room and picked him up. The wrong thing was not him, though it often is. It was a small thing in the corner of his room that became a big thing. It became impossibly large and grew teeth and countless eyes. It is to be noted that we possess a robust set of defences at my estate, including force-based ones. The power in the Vipion estate was extinguished soon after.
I was running through the woods with Javikan in my arms. I heard wood splintering behind me and saw a long claw slice through a tree trunk. I heard the laughter of an infant and the crying of another. I was jumping over logs and lost my holocom along the way.
(It is to be noted that Sith Vi’kas found the skull of Javikan Wellsow in my bed after I went missing.)
I see figures in all black with singular red eyes atop glossy red faces. Sabers ignite, and I fight. I feel rage. I am outnumbered, and I sense darkness. I hear an imperial and upper-class voice speak the words “the mother…”
I am floating in a river, cool and dark. It is peaceful, though peace is a lie. White liquid surrounded by a dark void. I float past a dark stain on top of the water, which vibrates with the aftershock of a scream through the force. I see two figures standing in the water, and they offer a hand to me. Featureless - three-dimensional silhouettes, shuddering with power. The void moves. Something stirs there; the “there” itself stirs. It is the size of a mountain and the size of a grain of sand. I feel an inexplicable pang of maternalism within me. I tell you this because it is for the benefit of the powerbase.
I stand in a small pool of the same water. I am standing opposite a man with a glossy black face and a single red eye. He is holding my son in his arms.
“Such a shame,” an older voice- a Sith accent outside of Kaas.
“The black fane will welcome you. Your siblings are waiting.”
Behind him looms ten massive thrones, each inordinately huge.
Each bear an item:
- A pile of plate armour,
- A pile of weaponry,
- A warblade,
- A glass jagged monolith,
- A plume of purple smoke,
- A coil of chains,
- A snake that weaves among itself,
- A golden crown,
- And a fountain of blood that spills clear into the water.
I hear metal clanging on metal and plumes of rust, and then I see a gout of red blood. Feet are sinking into the mid, teeth are bared, and claws dig into cold, slick flesh.
I feel something cold and painful splash against my skin. I am kneeling low across a dark stone expanse.
I am back in the woods. I find an old holocom and call for help. Javikan is different. He opens his mouth to cry, and no sound escapes. He makes no noise as he moves. This is still the case months later, though he has spoken his first words softly. My blind eye has a blood drop upon it. We later determine it is alchemically modified. We smell of ammonia.
I tell you this because it is for the benefit of the powerbase.
That is all.
-TKV
