Ozymandias


Vash'karath
902 ABY
The City of Dreams, Vash'karath stood on the precipice of infinity and nonexistence. Manifest into reality by will alone, it stood as a testament to the power of a Veritas and of Empyrean himself. He strode into the city, in its endless avenues and hallways, walking through a world that answered to him in its entirety. Today, however, was not to be his - it was a christening of something greater. For decades, Empyrean had built upon his name some of the greatest accomplishments any being had managed, let alone of the Sith - they would all be turned to this new Order, this new beginning.
So that his ambitions, his beliefs, would far outstrip his already ended life.
Far from the center of this dream were pillars being erected, both by his own will, but the will of other Veritas to believed in his vision. Other sorcerers, many of which he had taught, combined their skills to anchor this world into reality even now. Empyrean would not assist them now, instead he stepped into nothing and appeared in Verak'tal, the Hall of Voices. It was a transparent floor, and the 'door' disappeared behind him - leaving the Emperor walking over literal stars.
The abyss beneath him shifted and swirled with each step, and the obsidian walls glowed fiercely at his approach. With a raise of his hand, he would force the walls to break in their small alcoves, creating portals to the other realm in each. With it came a message, appearing before each;
"Come and see."
Some, like
Srina Talon
and
Taeli Raaf
had already known of what he had created in the Asha'kurat. They were true Asharim, as they deserved to be - but now was the time for others to join them as well.
Kaila Irons
,
Allyson Locke
, and more besides. Today was a day for them to see that the future was beholden to them, their designs, their personal prophecy.



