Lord Commander
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N2Paom79jlE
"I drowned in darkness... for what seems like an eternity.... I do not remember. As a pulse rips through the Dark side of the force, i feel my limbs again... How?"
Atrisia, the war, the battle, it all felt like a dream to a soul wandering in the darkness of death one with the stars and soul dissipated into nothingness. For what seemed like a thousand years the spirit of one Animus Malgus fought to regain its identity within the force to regain a signature against a tidal wave of death and destruction. He was not alone.... Millions of souls had their chance for revenge on the being that ended prematurely their life.
Billions of souls... a whirlwind of doom. An eternity of pain. Power, unlike anything his soul had ever felt enveloped him and his being yet somehow through will and sheer fury to exist his spirit lived on... but that was long ago. After enough time in Chaos what you were in life on the corporeal world ceases to exist, what remains is nothing that you recognize. What remained of Mythos was not a human, or any sentient lifeform in the galaxy and more akin to a being. An entity of pure evil, hungry for power and souls. Time passed, seeming eons in Chaos time... The signature of Mythos, Animus Malgus had taken shape and form, character and intent. He devoured souls while in chaos and regained his power in the dark side of the force but his "mind" became twisted and torn. No longer a father, husband or human even, now he was simply a devourer of souls... in chaos... in hell.
Battles occurred, him coming out the victor and only adding to his already immense presence in the force yet corrupting it even further. Evil, true and unimaginable evil. The throne he sat on chaos was one of three, Marka holding one and as far as he knew Kezeroth sat on the other yet there was no way to be sure... distance in chaos was complicated. The story begins at some point after he sat on the throne and his spirit became manifested inside the temples of Anubi by priests in the dead world whom he had met with in life.
Location: Ankhypt System
Anubi Sector, the Dead world.
Far far from Tairos was Anubi the dead world, far from the glorious capital of this unique world that shined so bright and at the same time laid hidden from most of the galaxy. There were many beautiful places in the galaxy but Ankhypt was like none other.... but this was not beautiful. The sky Pyramids were far away and a long time ago... they stretched out a bit farther than that of Tairos. The Anubians worshiped many Gods, when Mythos came, him being force sensitive in life, he felt out of place and noticed the utter lack of them aside from the royals who greeted him... yet he returned. Having the power of the force in the eyes of the people, slaves and priests made him above them, eventually, due to the large pantheon of gods they worshiped, along with the Pharaoh @Ankharabis the Great and @Osiris.
It was there that it began....
"I drowned in darkness... for what seems like an eternity.... I do not remember. As a pulse rips through the Dark side of the force, i feel my limbs again... How?"
Atrisia, the war, the battle, it all felt like a dream to a soul wandering in the darkness of death one with the stars and soul dissipated into nothingness. For what seemed like a thousand years the spirit of one Animus Malgus fought to regain its identity within the force to regain a signature against a tidal wave of death and destruction. He was not alone.... Millions of souls had their chance for revenge on the being that ended prematurely their life.
Billions of souls... a whirlwind of doom. An eternity of pain. Power, unlike anything his soul had ever felt enveloped him and his being yet somehow through will and sheer fury to exist his spirit lived on... but that was long ago. After enough time in Chaos what you were in life on the corporeal world ceases to exist, what remains is nothing that you recognize. What remained of Mythos was not a human, or any sentient lifeform in the galaxy and more akin to a being. An entity of pure evil, hungry for power and souls. Time passed, seeming eons in Chaos time... The signature of Mythos, Animus Malgus had taken shape and form, character and intent. He devoured souls while in chaos and regained his power in the dark side of the force but his "mind" became twisted and torn. No longer a father, husband or human even, now he was simply a devourer of souls... in chaos... in hell.
Battles occurred, him coming out the victor and only adding to his already immense presence in the force yet corrupting it even further. Evil, true and unimaginable evil. The throne he sat on chaos was one of three, Marka holding one and as far as he knew Kezeroth sat on the other yet there was no way to be sure... distance in chaos was complicated. The story begins at some point after he sat on the throne and his spirit became manifested inside the temples of Anubi by priests in the dead world whom he had met with in life.
Location: Ankhypt System
Anubi Sector, the Dead world.
Far far from Tairos was Anubi the dead world, far from the glorious capital of this unique world that shined so bright and at the same time laid hidden from most of the galaxy. There were many beautiful places in the galaxy but Ankhypt was like none other.... but this was not beautiful. The sky Pyramids were far away and a long time ago... they stretched out a bit farther than that of Tairos. The Anubians worshiped many Gods, when Mythos came, him being force sensitive in life, he felt out of place and noticed the utter lack of them aside from the royals who greeted him... yet he returned. Having the power of the force in the eyes of the people, slaves and priests made him above them, eventually, due to the large pantheon of gods they worshiped, along with the Pharaoh @Ankharabis the Great and @Osiris.
It was there that it began....
Dark rites and incantations were sung around the altar of the forgotten pyramid, a ruin and a wreckage in the unforgiving sands of the dead world. It was of the force but it was magika... Dark force magic and incantations, rites and rituals mandated straight from Chaos. Runes and blood carved every meter of the unholy place as the altar of darkness began to quake and shatter. It was as if a pulse of darkness, like a beating heart drummed across the force and could be felt all across the galaxy. In Chaos upon his throne of conquered souls... Animus felt a pull towards a black gate. "It is time..."