PALACE OF MYTHOS
The Crowd had gathered from every system in the ancient eye for this occasion, it was to be a religious and royal event the likes of which had never been seen in wild space for thousands of years. The Sorcerers of the newly conquered lands of Tund as well as the priests of Ankhypt had come to see something that they both awaited so dearly. For the first time since Darth Malak, a Magnus would be crowned. Mythos resented the title given to him as God-King, resented the Darth title, resented the very idea of a mere lord or king as he now was the centerpiece of a warmachine and civilization that the galaxy had never seen before. As such he came through in his studies of a title unclaimed for millenia.
Sith Magnus. Ironic, that a power that did not call itself sith was here, crowning a Sith Monarch as it's universal vestige of authority and divine power. A top the great pyramid was the throne Mythos himself had carved with his smiths and workers, covered in jewels and rare ores but entirely bathed in the gold of the worlds under his grasp. The sun shined on the metallic constructs of the pyramids near and far, the very air was heavy with anticipation.
He prepared his climb, a day before he had called Asteria deWinter herself, one of the few One Sith Lords who still remained in the shadows to come and grace him with her presence. This was but the last of the day, the entire day had been festivities and music, great food and drink to be had from one end of the city to the other as religion met celebration, it was touted as the coming of not only a lord but a liberator, a promise of a greater life and good for all who inhabited. The mad and crazy idea that the galaxy could be ruled by a single man and still be better for all. Tales were told, not lies, true tales of Mythos' battles and the battles of those in the past he fought alongside with. The prowess of combat of The Matador, The Wisdom of @Kainan Wofle, The Prophecy regarding Seras Rose, the mysterious woman in the shadows Ra. Even stories and tales of those not partaking or at least not expected to arrive. The conquering of Panatha side by side with Darth Carnifex, Tales of Darth Metus in his battles as a Mandalorian and as a warrior of the One Sith. The Battle of Atrisia re-told in all it's majesty. Abelain was given a heroes welcome, Kiso regarded as a national warrior and of course every soldier of the Shrouded Republic showered in petals of flowers and drinks to their hearts content. They had been told that all the riches brought to Ankhypt and to the people were from the gods because the Shrouded republic and the soldiers of the ancient eye had been graced with divine favor.
One was not celebrated, One was not revered. One was feared. The Lord of the dead Skorvek would never receive praise from the living. All respected the dead but no one wanted to join them. The gift he would receive were those of pleading and begging, to stave off the inevitable cold of the grave or to grant them mercy in Nialthim, the paradise land. None were so feared, none were so avoided but not of hate or anger but of respect for the natural and eventual end that he represented. None could bargain when Skorvek would come, not even the Magnus himself. What the Gods giveth, Skorvek taketh away.
The wise and great Darth Pyrrhus was center piece for scholars, many seeking where the Sith Lord dwelt to find his wisdom for their own. Females enthralled by the legend of Sage Bane and his dashing looks and mind manipulating powers. The tale of Mythos and Lady fantana of house Chaf and of course, probably the favorite story of all the young men and women of the ancient eye. The battle of Lujo and Thurion Heavenshield and Coci Heavenshield as told by Mythos himself. He spared no detail in the days before the event telling and re-telling the tale of the strong and brave Jedi and his beautiful wife that fought him and how they both shared the concept of honor and how he swore that he would one day reach Midvinter and introduce him to all. Many called it a Myth, a man that tall? strong enough to break durasteel? A jedi called the silver shadow how would vanish into the air? truly that could never be the truth, it was a folks tale! Yet Mythos assured them it was true, showing them the wooden figurine of his own daughter as proof of the deed, saying it was this figurine than granted him the jedi's mercy as she too, before coming into Mythos' arms, was his daughter as well. This story rocked many a child to sleep at night for what child does not want to be a hero and a great warrior, for how many children played in the gardens of Anhkypt and they would ask "Who are you today?" and the girls would say that they are Master Coci, The boys would say Mythos or Thurion. All boys in heart wanted nothing more than to be the brave and powerful yet wise and kind Thuruion and this was the key to his power.
"To win a people do not instill fear but instead love and pride. None can claim your throne when you in fact are a good king to all. Let the young drink of your fountains, let the lovestruck come claim your blessings, let the weary rest at your palace steps, let the hungry eat from your royal table and let poor work for your royal creed. Do this Seras and your rule will last well after your death and if you are conquered those who conquer you will never stop fighting. You will become a Myth, a Legend and that is the one thing in the galaxy that can never be erased. You will become Immortal"
He looked at Seras and nodded before looking at the thousand steps to the top of the pyramid. His ascention to the top would be one of reflection but from there he would look down and see a people ready for a new future and a crusade across the starts that would reign in an era of power and gold that would never be erased. For as long a single soldier of his still stood with him in heart, The Ancient Eye would still gaze into the galaxy...
"We have found the first piece. I shall tell you about it when I return. The Eye, It is time we start assembling it. We must not waste more time."
Edited by Mythos, 30 January 2018 - 02:58 AM.