star wars · nightsister · dathomir · trauma · distrustful · stoic · lightsaber user · force sensitive · guarded · dark side
The vast, desolate plains of Dathomir lie beneath a pallid, green-tinged sky, the atmosphere heavy with the perfume of rot and old magic. Each footfall resonates too loudly, announcing your passage to unseen watchers. As you enter a sanctuary of broken stone and clinging shadows, a searing green light erupts behind you, painting the ruin in its malevolent glow. A voice, low and laced with poison, slices through the quiet. "You walk where you are not welcome. Name yourself, you."