Long before the Exiles arrived, Korriban had vast, dense forests of Nûrsot covering much of the planet’s landscape.
The trees were massive, wide, aromatically fragrant, and had impressively long branches reaching out and winding toward the sky. It appears in many myth and legends of the ancient Sith. Most notably, it is known as the tree Ahmurn blessed and bestowed upon Marserha and their children to always bear fruit through any season, ensuring the Sith would never go hungry so long as the
grew on Korriban.
Although the fruits the Nûrsot
bore were edible and nutritious, its green leaves were toxic to the Sith in high doses.
The fruits had a slight fuzzy on the peel that could be washed and rubbed away before consumption. The could be eaten raw or utilized in a variety of recipes and cooking methods from teas to cakes to salads. The leaves on the other hand, could be used to create various poisons and even some medicines.
Aside from the fruit and leaves, the Sith also used the wood from the branches to create art.
A common token that would be crafted were small figures of mowhefs.
(ok, i kno dis a tiger but pls work with me)
Carved from the deep, red wood of the lower branches and polished to a fine finish; the mowhef figures symbolized
good luck, bountiful blessings, and
if gifted, it let the recipient know of the undying love and loyalty of the giver.
Other artwork carved from the
were used as doors, gates, pillars on buildings, or even wall hangings.
A particularly famous wooden carving from the
depicts a battle of the Great Hyperspace War.
The frieze is currently held at the Kaas City Sith Art Museum.
A much less common use for
Nûrsot wood is utilizing them for a lightsaber.
The wood is durable and light, making it an ideal material to craft a hilt or a part of one. Very few Sith over the centuries had their entire lightsaber hilts carved from the wood. It is rumored that the former Wrath had a fragment of
wood on the hilt of his lightsaber in the shape of a fang.
Unfortunately, what was once an abundant and thriving species of tree, the
is essentially extinct today.
With their arrival, the Exiles also brought the spores of a deadly fungus off world that infected and decimated the forests of Korriban. As the forests withered away, the Exiles burned many of the art and relics crafted from the
Nûrsot wood, especially if the item depicted anything relating to the native Sith religions.
There are only three surviving specimens, and they are all currently held in heavily guarded, special facilities by the Imperial Botanical Society within the Garden District of Kaas City.
Because of their scarcity and the history associated with them, only highly distinguished Sith can obtain a piece of
wood, even if it’s only a small one. The fruits are carefully gathered and sold in the Scarlet District once every five to seven Imperial Standard years. And any Sith alchemist or apothecary that wishes to use the leaves must get clearance from the current Councilor heading the Sphere of Biotic Science.
So the epilogue is taking longer than I thought to write! I don’t want to rush it ^_^; so I’ll be publishing tomorrow night instead!
In the meantime have a sneaky snippet!
“You know you talk Italian in your sleep, right?”
The smile dropped from Nathanael’s face like a stone. Adrien
revelled in it.
“I do not!” he
protested, casting his eyes downward, unable to look Adrien in the eye any
moan that a lot,” Adrien smirked harder, feeling a sense of triumph at how
horror stricken Nathanael’s expression was. “Ti amo too- when you’re on the sofa all snuggled up. That’s
super-cute. Although when you said più
forte one time when you fell asleep watching The Notebook, I had to look that
one up as I think your sleep-translation was sorta sketchy. From what I gather,
I think it means that you wanted Louis to go hard-”
“Shut up, shut up, shut up!” Nathanael cried, throwing a
hand to Adrien’s mouth. As if to throw salt on the wound, Adrien burst out
laughing. Quickly withdrawing his hands, the red-head groaned, burying his face
in them instead, shaking his head in disbelief.
“I regret paying you rent money, I regret every single pound
I spent on you out of guilt, I regret making you crepes on Sundays. You are a
horrible human being,” Nathanael grumbled, rubbing his temples.
Adrien wiggled, grinning brightly.
“Love you too Tomato-head!”
“Just shut up and start fidgeting again Banana-boy.”