Private By my black hand.... (Prazutis & Ulrich.)

[Ulrich]

There was something about Korriban that simply agreed with me. Perhaps it was the dry heat of the vast deserts or some quality of the red sun that hung over the horizon. Much like my Arkanian relatives I generated enough body heat to act within the more frigid climates should I need to but there was a luxury to bathing my wings in the warmth of the day. My last call to the desert planet had involved repelling unwelcome interlopers, namely Jedi who had decided to destroy priceless artefacts in the valley of the dark lords. I was normally quite ambivalent to the Jedi as a whole saving my ire for the Mandalorian people but destroying both history and precious resources in the name of a misguided crusade was churlish to say the least.

The Jedi believed that certain knowledge was anathema. Simply knowing it was enough to corrupt one in mind , body and spirit. This was somewhat ironic coming from an order whose stated aim was to come closer and closer to Ashla finally form a giant gestalt of souls upon death. Their very raison d'etre was to surrender all volition so that a greater entity with unknown goals could take them over. Say what you would about the darkside it allowed its adherents to become autarch of their own destiny. But the choice was theirs to make so as long as they didn't get in my way I wouldn't strike out against them unless I had need or was bade to by one of my superiors.

Speaking of which the reason why I had returned to Korriban was to meet with the Dark Lord himself. I had one prior meeting with the sovereign of the Sith in which I was tasked with defending one of his protégés a boy by the name of Aurelion during an extended conflict with enemy forces. While I couldn't claim to know a huge amount about the monarch I liked a lot of what I had seen. The Sith were essentially neo-feudalist by nature with the aristocracy being assigned based on merit. The archmagus had enough power and possibly more importantly knowledge to ascend the throne and hold it. Couple that with the fact that the man was a scholar of some repute and I suspected I could learn a lot from him. How ironic that the idea of the philosopher king was embodied best in an order that the galactic alliance would have despised.

Bringing my thoughts closer to the here and now I had seated myself in one of the grand atriums in one of the many grand keeps on Korriban. Another thing to recommend the planet was the style of architecture that it employed. Grand hallways , vast chambers and cyclopean portals were not only impressive but actually allowed me to traverse the inside of buildings! My still form could save for my coloring and occasional breath be mistaken for one of the many leviathan statues that decorated the interior of the open air room. I was interested as to the nature of our meeting but had not pried too intently. The high magus would reveal his intentions in time and should it be in my power I would do my best to carry them out.

Darth Prazutis

 

[Darth Prazutis]

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Deep within the ancient, arcane temple on the wind swept, sun drenched surface of Moraband stood the colossus.

A set of impossibly heavy black plate covered in gold and arcane etchings covered every inch of his form. A series of bulbuous eyes stared out glowing a deep orange, with the epicenter holding the greatest concentration of power. The entire apparatus made sounds on its own, it hissed and wheezed cutting through the silence. A gigantic pelt of some apex predator swept down like a cape behind his back and a series of skulls adorned the armors peaks. Out from the clawed talons of the giant came arcs of crimson lightning. They danced out and up one hand that carried an impossibly large runeblade. All around the Dark Lord stood an impossibly massive crowd bearing weapons of various shapes and sizes. They came at him again, again and again. ​

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Down came the blade.​

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The sheer fury in which he struck them was like with the destructive force of a bomb blast. The sheer physical impact of the blows alone shattered bone into pieces, the blade sliced flesh like a hot knife through butter. Bodies fell in charred heaps burned through the might of the dancing sith lightning. Again they came and again the giant swung his blade down and blood spilled across the ground. There was no emotion that played out over the face of the monster as he killed them. There was a certain mastery to his style, a perfection to the way the blade came down. The Dark Lord unleashed his fury until all remained dead before him. The last figure he held aloft one man paralyzed with fear. "You have done well, Ulrich." Molten eyes stared out at the figure before him, blazing with power. ​

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"Tell me. What do you know of death?"​

Ulrich ​