ᴅᴀʀᴛʜ ᴀɴᴀᴛʜᴇᴍᴏᴜꜱ
Wearing: Robes
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Liliane
Kaila stood before a great mural between the pillars leading up to the Eternalist alter.
Her citrine eyes shone in the dimly lit shrine, cast skywards at the golden masked figure depicted holding up a shining eclipse rendered in the most beautiful Aurodium-leaf, his hands wreathed in black flame accented in red that Kaila remained uncertain if was not paint, but blood.
The shrine which had been erected before this dread mural was different from the others which lined the walls, nestled reverently into their own alcoves. In each a statue stood it's silent vigil in sculpted stone and marble, legendary figures of great renown rendered in solitary. The skeletal mask of Darth Nihilus watching with empty, black eyes, Darth Sideous scheming behind his hood, even Reven had his place, arms crossed as if to be entombed, sabers held in reverse grip, sadly deprived of their brilliant coloration, though even these shadows of ancient legacy commanded respect.
Before this mural however there stood no larger than life statue. Instead a pedestal engraved with ur-kittat long obscured by dust, and on it sat six figures rendered in dark iron and and masked in bronzium, one of the six masks being identical to the dramatically painted figure. The other five wore similarly resplendent yet distinctly different faces of hungering majesty, each smiling up at her with mouths full of blades.
Eternalist clergy and faithful citizens moved quietly around her in dark robes, lighting crimson candles around the other shrines, leaving offerings of gold, blade or bone. Yet all gave the young Darth and the mysterious shrine a wide birth.
It was no place for the citizenry nor simple priests, but those who'd touched the madness of war and lived.
But as a new figure entered the periphery of her heightened senses, she turned her hooded face to behold one who was neither of those things, yet may become so much more in time.
