Welcome to Onderon

[Lilaena De'Ville]

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De'Ville guided the Infiltrator down through the partial shields that covered the city below them, and pointed towards the middle of the sea of lights. "There's the palace, where you can stay until you find other lodgings. The king doesn't mind a few extra residents, but I choose not to step over his hospitality."

She'd opted for a night landing, and wondered how Silus was, and what he'd been up to. De'Ville looked over at Raizelle, who was peering out of the viewport, and wondered what she was thinking.

[Razielle Shadana]

Their travels hadn't been that long, in fact Razielle was feeling oddly refreshed. She was looking forward to surveying her new surroundings. But before she could do that she needed to know a bit about the place. Some sort of Monarchy, not unlike her own homeworld had been. Quite obviously these people had fared much better than her own had...they were still alive.

"A Palace, huh? I do have a way with royalty, but neither do I wish to impose upon them."

She looked away from the viewport, smiling although it didn't quite reach her eyes. Though she wasn't starving, her fasting had left her a bit thin, far too pale and her violet eyes a tad too glassy.

"At any rate, I'll have to feed first. Care to point me to the correct people and or give me the city's layout?"

She wondered how she would find Miss De'Ville again, but decided that De'Vilee would find her. It seemed she would just have to let it go at that and be content, she had no other choice.

[Lilaena De'Ville]

The right sort of people... "We are a little short on vicious criminals on death row at the moment, so you'll have to make do with the ones that are on the loose. There is a cemetary in the lower district, and one of the crypts is home to a group of resistance fighters. Only they're not very good at fighting, just good at meeting there punctually every two weeks to complain about the king and his new advisors."

She smiled. "I would not mind a few of them disappearing every once in a while. Here," De'Ville tossed Raizelle a datapad, "A map of the city." The Dark Jedi returned her hands to the controls, leveling off the Revenge and bringing the Infiltrator into the spaceport for a smooth landing.

[Razielle Shadana]

One of the crypts is home to a group of resistance fighters. Only they're not very good at fighting, just good at meeting there punctually every two weeks to complain about the king and his new advisors ...

Razielle thought on those words as she began her prowl. From what she had seen so far Iziz would suit her nicely. She would need to make herself a tad more presentable prior to showing up at the Palace though, and that meant feeding. If they were resistance fighters they probably were not all that bright. Creeping about cemetaries, voicing complaints was no where near effective.

It was a very convinient angle though. For her at least. After leaving De'Ville she had pondered for a while the wisdom in coming here and arriving at the Palace unannouced. Must be permitted for traveller's to do so here. Her Father would have never allowed that sort of thing..

Upon entering the cemetary she closed her eye's as she caught scent of the small group of misguided youth's. Gathered within the sealed door's to the crypt, they spoke in hushed idealistic voices. Blending into the night she came closer as one young man opted to step outside for a breath of the night air. He was apparently not agreeing with his comrades on some point, as they hurled insults at him as he emerged.

Sometime's it was just too damned easy. Razielle smiled as she slid her arm's around the boy from behind and stilled his fears and protests with a single phrase.

"Be still... you may enjoy this."

Caught in the seduction of the Vampyre's voice, he gave a goofy smile, tilted his head back against her shoulder and gave himself over to her. She took in his young vitality and felt... quite refreshed actually.

Light from within the crypt spilled out as another youth came out to talk sense into his friend. Quickly, Razielle pulled the boy's corpse with her out of sight and waited. As the second boy passed she dropped the body, catching his attention. But she wasn't going to let him go as quickly. This one she needed alive. She locked her violet eye's on him and smiled. It was decievingly angelic.

"Will you take me to the Palace...?"

Without a second thought, the young man escorted the seemingly sweet young lady to her destination. Never once questioning why she had been in the cemetary at night. He gazed in lovelorn adoration at her as she held him in her thrall, right up to the palace.

"Now be a good boy and go tell the Palace steward you are a member of the Resistance and wish to cleanse yourself of your criminal life."

She watched for a moment as the boy confessed and was then dragged - none to gently - away. Only then did she approach the steward and explain her presence. Telling him with her sweet smile and melodic voice that the boy had confessed his crimes to her and wished her to take him to the palace. Gaining the steward's trust she explained further that she needed lodging for her stay in Iziz. He was all too happy to put her up in a spacious room...

When the door closed giving her a moment of privacy, the sweet gaze was gone and was replaced by a look of utter contempt at the apparent lack of intelligence. These people deserved everything they got, for they made it far too simple..

All she had to do now was wait for De'Ville to find her.

[Lilaena De'Ville]

The steward had contacted her, letting her know that the expected visitor had arrived. The vampire had great skills in mind manipulation it seemed, but when out from under her influence, he'd come to himself and remembered to tell the king's advisor about Raizelle.

De'Ville knocked on the door.

[Razielle Shadana]

It had been quite a long time indeed since the once Princess, now blood draining monster, had been put up in such accomadations. Her home at Elysium was nothing short of spleandor but it was more for fortification than comfort.

Razielle flung herself down on her back upon the mattress of her bed and smiled. She needed to be careful or she would get used to this. With a sigh she rose and moved quickly about the room making sure that the light blocking films were carefully in place on all entrances. Just as she finished there was a knock upon her door.

So Miss De'Ville is back.

Razielle grinned and moved to admit the person responsible for her present good mood. Now that she was settled perhaps they could get down to business. She opened the door and stepped back in silent invitation for De'Ville to enter.

[Lilaena De'Ville]

She stepped inside, her bare feet sinking into the soft carpets. "Feeling better, Raizelle?" De'Ville smiled, briefly, and gestured around the room. "I trust you find your current accomodations comfortable?"

[Razielle Shadana]

Raz glanced around the room. She was something of a critic on the finer things and nothing here was lacking in any way. It was a lovely chamber.

"It'll do."

She grinned, hopping back on the bed and sitting cross legged.

"So, I surmise from your comfortable state that you are somewhat at home in this Palace? Does it have anything to do with my reason for being here?"

She wasn't usually so forward in her questioning, but she was quite eager to learn more reguarding the group De'Ville had spoke of. She wondered briefly if they were also part of the Palace or if it was all some grand scheme.

[Lilaena De'Ville]

She smiled, and sat on the edge of the ornately carved desk. "This wing of the palace is generally not used, and so the king allows me to use the rooms from time to time for my guests. I am comfortable here, King Giran graciously allows me to stay here in the palace, not too far from this room, in fact."

De'Ville brushed her short hair out of her eyes, "I am head advisor to the high king of Onderon, a title bestowed on me due to my help getting him on the throne. Also, an army of bloodthirsty (pardon) Mandalorians at my back did not hurt my cause.

"The group I spoke of earlier consists of myself, the Dark Jedi Silus Xilarian, Gav Mortis the only true Sith, Garrett Blade, and a few others. We are building here on Onderon the beginning of a new order. Giran, the king, is one of our apprentices."

[Razielle Shadana]

Razielle smiled indulgingly at the comment, taking no offense. She listened to the information with avid attention. Hearing that in disposing of the pitiful members of the resistance, she had scored one for their side she grinned. It would happy hunting, tracking down the rest of the fools.

"Well, it sounds as if you have been quite busy then. I am sorry to say I am not acquainted with any one else in your company though. I am sure that I wil have no problems working with anyone. I do tend to keep mostly to myself, especially during the day, for obvious reasons."

Dropping one leg over the side of the bed, she leaned forward with interest.

"So then, when shall I meet the rest of your esteemed party?"

[Lilaena De'Ville]

"Soon enough. We are not always here, in fact right now a few of us are off-planet, seeking out others as I have been."

She got to her feet, straightening her robes. "For now, familiarize yourself with your surroundings, Lady Razielle. Unfortunately you cannot stay here in the palace forever, but you are welcome until you find suitable lodgings in the city." And money is no object, of course. The thought was implied, not spoken, and certainly not projected telepathically, as that was one of things that Lilaena could not do with the Force.

[Razielle Shadana]

It was just as well, she thought. Razielle's time for living Palace life had died, when she had died, some years ago. It was not for her anymore, much as she would like to reminincse.

She would not intrude on De'Ville's hospitality anymore than she had too. At the next possible convinience, Razielle would contact Salem and have a considerable amount of funds transfered to her on Onderon. Her inherritance, along with the funds from the tavern she co-owned saw to it that funding wouldn't be depleted no matter what she spent on this venture.

"I shall find somewhere with all haste.."

[Lilaena De'Ville]

"Very well." De'Ville stood to her feet, stretching slightly. "I shall leave you to get accquainted with your surroundings. Should you require actual food or drink, the kitchens are open to you..."

She walked towards the door. "I shall see you around, of course. My comm is always open to you as well."