The Forgotten One
Etti IV
THE OUTER RIM
A tremor was felt across the planet, sprung from death it was unleashed across the surface and shook the stars themselves. For one brief moment the world was wracked with turmoil, a sudden surge of the darkside that pierced into the tapestry of the force. This death was not an ending however, but a new beginning.
Yellow eyes pierced the night sky. A black cloaked figure lingered just outside a large manor, in a luxurious courtyard. The cloaked man, Darth Kentarch, was transfixed on the feeling of the force. He stood in place for several moments, his breathing heavy, oblivious to everything but the force. Finally after some time he turned and looked back into the manor. Furniture and items lay strewn across the interior of the mansion. Two corpses lay on the floor among the mess of items inside, one's skull cavity crushed in.
Kentarch reached out and rolled one of the dead corpses over. Then he gave a sharp exhale. "Its really over." The Sith Lord said aloud then slumped against the outside wall of the manor. He was physically exhausted from the duel that only recently transpired. Kentarch versus his former master. In truth the experience should have killed him, but Kentarch could not tell if his own will or fate had gave him the strength to muster the fatal blow.
Sliding down the outside manor wall, the Sith's eyes slowly shut. Kentarch knew another force user or the authorities could possibly find him. But given he just cheated death, he could care less, and the Sith slipped into a deep sleep.
@[member="Darth Iscariot"]
THE OUTER RIM
A tremor was felt across the planet, sprung from death it was unleashed across the surface and shook the stars themselves. For one brief moment the world was wracked with turmoil, a sudden surge of the darkside that pierced into the tapestry of the force. This death was not an ending however, but a new beginning.
Yellow eyes pierced the night sky. A black cloaked figure lingered just outside a large manor, in a luxurious courtyard. The cloaked man, Darth Kentarch, was transfixed on the feeling of the force. He stood in place for several moments, his breathing heavy, oblivious to everything but the force. Finally after some time he turned and looked back into the manor. Furniture and items lay strewn across the interior of the mansion. Two corpses lay on the floor among the mess of items inside, one's skull cavity crushed in.
Kentarch reached out and rolled one of the dead corpses over. Then he gave a sharp exhale. "Its really over." The Sith Lord said aloud then slumped against the outside wall of the manor. He was physically exhausted from the duel that only recently transpired. Kentarch versus his former master. In truth the experience should have killed him, but Kentarch could not tell if his own will or fate had gave him the strength to muster the fatal blow.
Sliding down the outside manor wall, the Sith's eyes slowly shut. Kentarch knew another force user or the authorities could possibly find him. But given he just cheated death, he could care less, and the Sith slipped into a deep sleep.
@[member="Darth Iscariot"]
