STAR WARS: RETROSPECTION- The White Tower of Halloy

The troopers uncuff you.

"Come with me," the commander says.

Denzral will follow, and will reach his senses out to the commander.

The commander is pretty blank.

He guides you up to the grand entryway of the White Tower. A pair of soldiers open the doors ahead of you and you step into the brightly lit entrance. Everything inside is white (unsurprisingly).

I'll follow as gracefully as possible.

The commander guides you into a lift toward the end of the entryway, escorted by a pair of troopers. They stand guard about you... but not in the way the troopers had you guarded as a prisoner.

The lift opens on what must be the highest point of the Tower. It is dimly lit with torches and mostly abandoned. The commander and his troopers close the lift behind you, and you are alone.

Perception please. What can I see.. layout, design objects ect.

I'll walk towards the centre of the room.great hall I am in.

Good night.

It is a circular room at the top of the Tower, very open with archways ringing the room that give you a spectacular view of the Stad and of Halloy. The torches are hooked into the wall. There is a throne and many around the outside. There are balconies beyond the arches, and a long drop beyond that.

"Welcome, Jedi," says a voice.

"Greetings." Denzral responds to the voice. Can I identify where it is coming from?

It is coming from the stairwell behind you, next to the lift.

"I hear you want to speak with me," the voice continues, rising toward you.

"Lothar Tull, I presume?" I'll turn to face him. Can I sense my lightsabre near by, and I want to scan him.

No need to sense it. A figure rises from the stairwell and holds it in one hand, your blaster pistol in the other.

You try Scanning him... but his mind clouds yours.

"You may," he says. "I believe these are yours."

Denzral chooses to not respond to that obvious statement. "I have been told that, well it was more off a rumor, you were once a Jedi?" I take one step towards Tull.

Tull laughs. In the flickering light cast by the torches being whipped by the wind of the highest room, you cannot rightly see his face. He wears a dark cloak- not black, but dark brown- that conceals his features.

"Oh, such rumors! That one never fails to amuse me. No, I was never a Jedi. I am self-taught in their arts, however."

"I see." Denzral nodded. "And what do you plan to do with me this time; A nice drive out into the desert again?"

Can I sense Enah, or my droid? Or are my senses being clouded?

More laughter- it is more of a tittering snicker than a hardy guffaw. You don't like it.

"Oh, nonsense! This has just been one big misunderstanding!" Tull says. "Here, catch!"

He tosses your lightsaber and blaster to you.

You cannot sense them.

I'll catch the lightsabre priority, but the blaster is secondary, if I catch it, then so be it. I'd rather not be off balance.

"A misunderstanding you say, how so?" Denzral will call both weapons with the Force as casually as possible, and keep his eyes on Tulley.

(Sorry, the whole Tulley thing was an act for the guards, I don't think it would be appropriate here, too much SG-1 me thinks)

"The King's Knights were only following protocol! They never expected to treat a Jedi Knight any differently than any other immigrant to Halloy."

Tull drops his hood, revealing a smiling man with curly hoarfrost hair.

"You seem to know who I am. May I have the honor, Master Jedi, of knowing you?"

"Denzral Vassisk, Jedi Knight." He said with a bow, and after a pause to take this man in. "I am here conducting an investigation into an issue that has some resonance with myself, my past in particular."

"Oh? What seems to be the trouble?" Lothar Tull asks. He shifts around you in a circle, his robes giving him the appearance of floating rather than walking, though you hear the distinct click of bootheels.

"The Cult of Necros." Denzral tracks the man with his eye's but does not turn.