Feb'10: Star Wars tabletop teaser #1
“The night is a blanket, black over our eyes. The stars shine brightly in the eyes of our ancestors, they lead us towards our future though we cannot see the way.”
Boo-lee, the apprentice medicine man, spoke the words as he had rehearsed them, intoning the opening passage to the prayer of guidance. His fur was stained bright blue from the pollen he’d gathered over the past three days, which he now tossed in the air, letting it filter down into the tiny campfire before him, little more than a few burning twigs.
“I beseech you, Great Spirit. I implore you, Holder of Our Dreams. Reveal that which we cannot know on our own. Show me what you would have me understand.”
The ewok tossed another handful of powder into the air and began the wordless chant, bird-like chirps and guttural animal noises that were part of the ritual. Around the otherwise empty clearing, all of the other ewoks watched in wonder, mystified by the goings-on and expecting anxiously what the medicine man would reveal at the ritual’s completion. All of the other ewoks, except for one.
Acompa stood quiet, appreciative of the ceremony, but turning his feelings inwards, as Kyee had taught him over the many seasons since his return to Endor. His thoughts cleared and he felt the Force, the will of his Great Spirit, revealing to him its wishes. An image of a long and slim bird, sleek, with its wings folded alongside its body as if diving from a great height to snatch its prey, came to the forefront. It dove through the orange and pink clouds of the morning sky and came to rest, gracefully, on the forest floor. Its cry pierced the stillness of the forest, a shriek unlike the other birds that Acompa had known his many years. The bird was not alone, it brought with it something else, something dark. Where it had come through the clouds, the sky was torn and beyond the sunrise, there was darkness and it was spreading.
Acompa opened his eyes and looked skyward. His right hand drifted to the leather sling tied about his waist where his lightsaber hung and his head turned to behold his much-taller companion. Her face, fire-lit, was unmistakably determined as their eyes met. “Eee-chuta. Mai cona ree taka.” she said, her alien accent unmistakable, but her mastery of the language was all but complete. “It’s time to leave this place.” The pair’s gaze broke as they looked back to the medicine man’s performance.
The next morning dawned brightly and the sky was painted red.
Boo-lee, the apprentice medicine man, spoke the words as he had rehearsed them, intoning the opening passage to the prayer of guidance. His fur was stained bright blue from the pollen he’d gathered over the past three days, which he now tossed in the air, letting it filter down into the tiny campfire before him, little more than a few burning twigs.
“I beseech you, Great Spirit. I implore you, Holder of Our Dreams. Reveal that which we cannot know on our own. Show me what you would have me understand.”
The ewok tossed another handful of powder into the air and began the wordless chant, bird-like chirps and guttural animal noises that were part of the ritual. Around the otherwise empty clearing, all of the other ewoks watched in wonder, mystified by the goings-on and expecting anxiously what the medicine man would reveal at the ritual’s completion. All of the other ewoks, except for one.
Acompa stood quiet, appreciative of the ceremony, but turning his feelings inwards, as Kyee had taught him over the many seasons since his return to Endor. His thoughts cleared and he felt the Force, the will of his Great Spirit, revealing to him its wishes. An image of a long and slim bird, sleek, with its wings folded alongside its body as if diving from a great height to snatch its prey, came to the forefront. It dove through the orange and pink clouds of the morning sky and came to rest, gracefully, on the forest floor. Its cry pierced the stillness of the forest, a shriek unlike the other birds that Acompa had known his many years. The bird was not alone, it brought with it something else, something dark. Where it had come through the clouds, the sky was torn and beyond the sunrise, there was darkness and it was spreading.
Acompa opened his eyes and looked skyward. His right hand drifted to the leather sling tied about his waist where his lightsaber hung and his head turned to behold his much-taller companion. Her face, fire-lit, was unmistakably determined as their eyes met. “Eee-chuta. Mai cona ree taka.” she said, her alien accent unmistakable, but her mastery of the language was all but complete. “It’s time to leave this place.” The pair’s gaze broke as they looked back to the medicine man’s performance.
The next morning dawned brightly and the sky was painted red.