Talos Rygat
Keeper of Souls
Sitting in the darkness of the temple, there sat a lone figure, clothed in black wraps and surrounded by tiny, floating skulls. The eyes closed and breathing low, the figure calmed into a meditative state of being. The Skulls, or as they called themselves, Echoes, were buzzing about in random trajectories.
In his mind, Legion walked a grey pathway towards the swirling vortex that lay before him, comprised of the remaining hundreds of Echoes. These ghostly entities were the traps souls of those who'd died when he and they crashed on a slave ship. He was they're only hope at surviving, so they rest within his mind and body. In the center of their vortex, a stone slab with a pillow perched on top dotted the end of his pathway. He approached the slab, sat upon the pillow and he raised both head and arms to the vortex above.
"We are one...The knowledge of Our collective must be unlocked...Share with Us so We may grow stronger..."
He called out to the Echoes and one answered his call. It floated down to his hand.
In his mind, Legion walked a grey pathway towards the swirling vortex that lay before him, comprised of the remaining hundreds of Echoes. These ghostly entities were the traps souls of those who'd died when he and they crashed on a slave ship. He was they're only hope at surviving, so they rest within his mind and body. In the center of their vortex, a stone slab with a pillow perched on top dotted the end of his pathway. He approached the slab, sat upon the pillow and he raised both head and arms to the vortex above.
"We are one...The knowledge of Our collective must be unlocked...Share with Us so We may grow stronger..."
He called out to the Echoes and one answered his call. It floated down to his hand.