Kro Var, home to many forsaken tribes, backward, broken and barbaric. Their ancestors the refugees of a war long past that crashed here. Regardless of species or former philosophy they all turned on each other like monsters. Why am I here? I'm here because there might be warriors within these battered brutes. There had been several attempts to civilize these people by the Jedi, it failed. Now they run around fighting each other for what ever few resources are left, this planet is one dry empty dusty void. This planet only had one valuable resource, the people. New warriors for the Sith Ascendancy, and not to forget the great Shapers of Kro Var, which could add new stock to the long line of sith. Yet there had been reports of some thing else, sightings of big, crude and ugly looking ships flying around the planet, fighting with the locals, looting, pillaging, pirates, but this planet has nothing to loot from, say for perhaps slaves I suppose.
I walked across the rugged land, pillars of stone dot the empty land, a gentle wind blows against me, the smell of sand and dust fill the air, giving a thickness to it. It is empty, quiet, still. Walking for hours, having confronted not a single tribe, perhaps I was on the wrong side of the planet, or looking in the wrong place, yet they could simply be avoiding me. Yet it was a risky affair this, walking around a dead planet in some hope to meet often violent and barbaric people.
[member="Hawthorn"]
[member="Rumbar"]
I walked across the rugged land, pillars of stone dot the empty land, a gentle wind blows against me, the smell of sand and dust fill the air, giving a thickness to it. It is empty, quiet, still. Walking for hours, having confronted not a single tribe, perhaps I was on the wrong side of the planet, or looking in the wrong place, yet they could simply be avoiding me. Yet it was a risky affair this, walking around a dead planet in some hope to meet often violent and barbaric people.
[member="Hawthorn"]
[member="Rumbar"]