Shadows of Bankor

It had been a long, long long few days for Qareme. She had gone from watching and guiding from the sidelines to being thrown into the spotlight. She'd learnt two things from this; the Inquisitors were extremely talented, and Qareme herself was woefully out of practice. She thought back on the moments in the prison, her failed attempt to break free...and the sister. Sitting there with the woman, meditating, she felt there a moment where she had gotten past the barrier of anger and fear and reached the woman behind.

Perhaps she can be saved...freed from her fear, if she survived what happened today.

Deciding there was nothing more she could do for herself she sat herself down in the middle of her living space, and began to meditate. Slow, calm breathing. Feeling the world around her, which shone with a little more hope than before..even with a destroyer above them.

OOC: Discipline check at Hard please.

Qareme was focused in her meditations, but there was a hint of something darker....


D3 LE Meditation thread - Discipline at hard - force dice added: 2eA+2eP+1eF+3eD 2 successes, 1 threat, 2 Dark Side

(For flavour going to use destiny for the dark side pips as advantages, so 2 successes 1 advantage used to boost my next roll in the thread if required)

She felt that darkness and she knew it well she could see it’s face. The mask that had stood over her and had brought so much pain and misery to anyone that crossed her path. More importantly she saw her power and her determination in the hunt.

She saw her standing over Oraka, the rest of her friends cut down and when she finished Oraka with a skillfull thrust of her crimson pike she removed her mask to reveal Qareme’s face.

And then heavy breathing and all was shrouded with darkness.

Qareme fell out of the meditation, laying on her back her breathing heavy and hard. The vision has been so heavy, so extreme, that it shook her to her very core. Even the candles lit in her room had gone out.

Does this....

"No. This is a warning, not a vision" Qareme spoke out loud, even though nobody else was around. It was supposed to be calming but in the empty room that felt both blazing hot and freezing cold it felt hollow. Empty.

Eventally Qareme pulled herself to her feet, picking up her pike and lighting it. The yellow blade lighting up the room, and she had found herself standing in a mirror. Looking at her face lit up by the yellow blade and for a moment she could see the red in the mirror. It was gone soon after though.

The Zabrak woman took a deep breath, and whispered "I cannot fail again" blade powered down and the room returned to darkness once more...

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