THULE | PEAKS OF CAMBRIA | READYING
Part I
His flagship served as his home and office while he oversaw the construction of his fortress on the new homeworld of the Golden Covenant. As they were rebuilding the heart of government and administration, so was he building a fortress for industry and military in the Cambrian mountains in the southern hemisphere. Legions of workers and slaves were tirelessly laboring to make the place a noteworthy landmark on this world. Not only aesthetically, but politically.
Valoris was not content with being a pawn in someone elses game if there wasn't a supreme gain. He had ambitions and dreams and he would pursue them.
Darth Nwul
was uniting a new Empire, one to rival the weirdness and patheticness of the Eternalists, one to crush them under the heel of their armies. War was coming and there was little Valoris understood better than war.
He was in his private chambers aboard the warship, the group of servants assembling his attire as he just stood there, nearly naked, in front of the mirror. He knew not how to be ashamed or feel uncomfortable, Marius was a patrician and grew up around servants and regarded them with little less attention than he would the speeder he is riding on. They were handpicked by him which did not equal trust, but it equalled that he was fully confident in his judgement.
First came a simple red tunic with the neck and end of arms gold embroiled, then followed his pants, completely black. While the servants made sure everything was sitting exactly as intended, Marius was enjoying a few grapes while at the top of the mirror some information were displayed which he was attentively reading. Next the servants brought a long tabard-like robe in the color of thyrian purple, it was as beautiful as it was useful, a combination of armorweave and some silks, probably more expensive than the servants would earn in a decade. Once it was firmly but not tightly in place, two servants carried forth the armor rack, his golden battle plate on it. Polished and shining, it was decorated with his crest, the double headed eagle and the imperial emblem. One piece after another was strapped and fixated on him, becoming a living saint of war. At last the bright red sash was carefully wrapped around his waist, the belt with the sword added last.
He was ready.
THULE | THE RESTORED PALACE | ENTERING
Part II
The two Stygian Sentinels, men of his guard regiment, opened the door to the great hall but would stay outside as their commander would move into the hall, marching in like the conquering hero of ancient tales. He did not have the ominous persona of a Sith, nor the physical appearance of a great warrior, yet every centimeter of his body emitted confidence. Marius was leading charges since many years and he would continue to do so now.
The patrician was not entirely interested to meet and greet various members of the Order present, they were not his problem. Yet. And hopefully would not be. They could dwell in their dark arts, pretend to rule and act like generals as long as they brought results and were not in the way of the proper people. If this aspiring Emperor truly wanted to restore equality, he would see to power within the hands of the non-Sith and he would see them protected, if not physically then by law or whatever they deemed right to rule with.
Valoris' pure blue eyes looked around, offered nods to the present and he would quickly get his hands on a fine dry red, sipping from it as he approached the proximity of the host.
Adeline Noctua
of all people. It pulled her expression into quite the smile as she lowered her glass, leaned forward with a rather dangerous gleam in her eyes.
