The Sith Infiltrator class ship emerged from the storm clouds of Dathomir. On the surface desolation and death. The Nightsisters had been burned on the pyres of Lord Saavage’s ire. Their magick no match for the power of the dark side. His intent seemed to be to snuff out all sorcerers, save one who he took offered, a promising hopeful if she could be cured of her Superstition.
Star Wars Roleplay: Chaos
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IC: Lord Saavage
The Dark One sat on his enthroned pilot seat, before him the trails of dancing stars. His acolyte mask peering into The Void. His clawed gauntlets punched in coordinates and the. He sat back, his hooded habit making him appear as a wraith from Chaos itself.
The Dark One sat on his enthroned pilot seat, before him the trails of dancing stars. His acolyte mask peering into The Void. His clawed gauntlets punched in coordinates and the. He sat back, his hooded habit making him appear as a wraith from Chaos itself.
IC: Vehementi
The young Nightsister sat crossed legged on the floor of the ship. There was no seat for her, and the humbling position helped make her captor-master have an air of superiority, like she was a Kath Hound compared to him. She resented and relished her survival. Many of her sistsrs had been slain, and now she abandonsd the hallowed places with this Sith Lord. A man.. a man who’s thirst for rancor had destroyed her whole coven. Vehementi contemplated killing him, perhaps when he slumbered. As the vision of murder filled her mind, she found her windpipe tighten, and suffer a blockage, she began to choke and grasp at her throat. After a release, she coughed and looked at the Sith Lord who sat motionless on his throne, had he read her thoughts?
The young Nightsister sat crossed legged on the floor of the ship. There was no seat for her, and the humbling position helped make her captor-master have an air of superiority, like she was a Kath Hound compared to him. She resented and relished her survival. Many of her sistsrs had been slain, and now she abandonsd the hallowed places with this Sith Lord. A man.. a man who’s thirst for rancor had destroyed her whole coven. Vehementi contemplated killing him, perhaps when he slumbered. As the vision of murder filled her mind, she found her windpipe tighten, and suffer a blockage, she began to choke and grasp at her throat. After a release, she coughed and looked at the Sith Lord who sat motionless on his throne, had he read her thoughts?