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[wcshoe]

In New Aldaraan, a robed figure appears from the woods, walking toward the clearing in which all visitors arrive. He leans against a carved staff as he walks, his white beard and hair indicating his age. Hanging from a utility belt at his waist are four different lightsabers.

Once in the clearing, he pauses, as though reaching out with more senses than people usually use, and finding naught. He nods to himself as he approaches the stone table set at the exact center of the clearing, where he settles onto one of the stone benches as though waiting for someone, or perhaps something...

[wcshoe]

A little while later, the old man slumps against the table, no longer breathing. A few moments later, the now empty robe settles to the bench, leaving no signs of any other beings in the Domain...


OOC: New Aldaraan can no longer be accessed by any means. Travel and communication with the Domain no longer exist.