the dark wonosa cult

The last few weeks had been long and tiring, and that was one fething understatement. The failed attempt of Operation Shadowdance and the subsequent counter-attacks by the New Imperial Order and their allies had left the Acolyte spent from the constant fighting. Even after the battles were over...

Of passion and of peace, the kind we want the least, a lesson learned and family earned through passion's guiding hand. Through dark and vengeful night, my strength will guard the land, to protect the Sith and keep it quick; in the dark we fight. Of power and of faith, across the starry...

Keeping a journal was never really my thing. Most people enjoy it, or so I'm told. They find an escape in it, something to distract them yet allow them some time to reflect on the course of the day. I personally never understood it. When there was work to be done, why waste time writing down...

One week after the events of the Ziost Invasion... The Dark Wonosa Cult gathers on the streets of Kaas city to mourn the fallen, and pay homage to the brave volunteers that attempted to free New Adasta from GA occupation... There had been an even greater turnout than Alisteri and his...

As the moons of Dromund Kaas reach their apex in the sky... A group of freed slaves and outcasts gather near the outskirts of Kaas City... Amidst the sounds of the city behind them and the swamps ahead, Alisteri stands at the head of this gathering and speaks... It was a surprisingly cool...