Several years ago...
Korriban; the ancient seat of Sith knowledge and power, the beacon of its legacy, and resting place for its legends. The ageless crimson giant hummed with the timeline of ten-thousand generations of Dark Side wielders, and then some. If one were so inclined to, they could observe the ancient architecture of the original Jedi exiles and generations of their countless descendants, as they traversed the planet's deadly deserts and canyons, and feel the enormity of age that surrounded the place; formations of red rock depicting beasts of the Dark Side, and towering statues that would dwarf most temples in the galaxy.
"How old, this place must be. How ancient..." hummed a lone Diathim in an unusual, velvety tone, as she wandered across the planet surface, floating just above the ground as though she was suspended from the air. The motion of her flight was hypnotic and alien, unknowing and confusing. Her semi-illuminating face displayed a sense of deep, innocent curiosity, as her onyx-black eyes flittered with silent enthusiasm to consume the images that surrounded her.
The shadow of a mighty temple loomed in the distance, threatening all that sought to dominate it in stature. Avo could feel it; the songs of the Sith, the call of the Dark Side that rang with an unmistakable throb that resonated from its heart and echoed across the entire planet. Avo increased the speed of her glide, maintaining a powerful grace as she did, drifting closer and with more determination towards the temple. She hoped, nay prayed to find something there that could provide her with a greater knowledge in the Force, for her thirst was mighty and demanded to be quenched. Her quest was never-ending.
"This place boasts a power unspeakable, unnamed"
[member="Darth Pikiran"]