Kiara Alanna Decoix
Sith Lady
Standing at the apex of the hills of Tython brought a rather gentle breeze and the sun shining bright to some might have brought promises of a bright future. But Kiara and among others sought to end such promises and replace them with death, pain and blood. And oh how did her blood lust call to her on this very day chosen because of the Knighting ceremony going on. In part, she wished to show these Knights and the Jedi alike that though they may have dreams of being a hero. No heroes would only perish among the Jedi and you'd think the death of Teferi would have been enough to show that.
For them their was no hope, they better either join up or die because they saw their elders as protectors but who really needed protecting? She would personally shatter any false hopes and ambitions and show these young ones and old ones the true power that brought transcendence which was the dark side. She stood their concealed in her tightest weave of magic, peering below them at the lambs for slaughter. A smile rose on her seemingly emotionless face through her Rancor armor though only Mark 1 as production of her second armor were still being finished. She knew not of her companions mastery of concealment and neither did she care as she was Sith.
The weak among them with be purged today as well, she hoped the younger of the order would use such opportunity to sharpen themselves today. Her twin Vexx sabers were idly laying in her hand not yet ignited and with a quick flourish that was rectified. She slowly began to walk down the hill, building up her passions and rage and willingness to live this day. She found the dark sides embrace cold yet comforting as she called out. "Aww how sweet, these little ones are becoming Knights, boy you Jedi must really need help to delay us crushing you." Even though she spoke from within her helmet that malice and barely contained rage was behind her voice quite noticeably.
She looked at them all eyeing the younger ones as she could instill fear in them easier by rising through age and rank. Her fear was stemmed from normal uses but from the deepest depths of her memories of being subdued by this very techniques by Lord Phage. It was on of the darker of Sith Magic as she pointed her saber out saying "So, who will be the first to die by my hands?"
@[member="Skorn Draclau"] @[member="Mikhail Shorn"] @[member="John Harrison"] @[member="Anaya Fen"]
For them their was no hope, they better either join up or die because they saw their elders as protectors but who really needed protecting? She would personally shatter any false hopes and ambitions and show these young ones and old ones the true power that brought transcendence which was the dark side. She stood their concealed in her tightest weave of magic, peering below them at the lambs for slaughter. A smile rose on her seemingly emotionless face through her Rancor armor though only Mark 1 as production of her second armor were still being finished. She knew not of her companions mastery of concealment and neither did she care as she was Sith.
The weak among them with be purged today as well, she hoped the younger of the order would use such opportunity to sharpen themselves today. Her twin Vexx sabers were idly laying in her hand not yet ignited and with a quick flourish that was rectified. She slowly began to walk down the hill, building up her passions and rage and willingness to live this day. She found the dark sides embrace cold yet comforting as she called out. "Aww how sweet, these little ones are becoming Knights, boy you Jedi must really need help to delay us crushing you." Even though she spoke from within her helmet that malice and barely contained rage was behind her voice quite noticeably.
She looked at them all eyeing the younger ones as she could instill fear in them easier by rising through age and rank. Her fear was stemmed from normal uses but from the deepest depths of her memories of being subdued by this very techniques by Lord Phage. It was on of the darker of Sith Magic as she pointed her saber out saying "So, who will be the first to die by my hands?"
@[member="Skorn Draclau"] @[member="Mikhail Shorn"] @[member="John Harrison"] @[member="Anaya Fen"]
