Sage Bane
Gazing into the abyss
His eyes never leaving the giant undulating shadow creature, who stared back at him with those soulless glowing orbs, he turned his attention back to Darth Raven. She handed him the dagger and bade him to continue the ritual himself to round out the pack.
He grasped the hilt of the dagger and, hitching a breath, sliced the serrated edge into his own flesh, deeply enough to draw out the amount of blood needed for four more shadow creatures. Painstakingly, Sage continued the ritual, chanting the words exactly the same way each time and adding his blood to the mixture. Soon five Sith familiars born from his own shadow hunched around the room, panting and growling, their hides made of swirling dark energy, their red eyes gleaming with murderous intent.
Sage smiled widely with his chin lifted, studying his pack like a proud father.
"I shall call them the Hadzuska Rowa," he said with a sweep of his hand, invoking the High Sith language that he had been studying. He turned to Darth Raven who was watching his progress with a pleased expression.
"How do I control them, Lady Raven?"
[member="Darth Raven"]
He grasped the hilt of the dagger and, hitching a breath, sliced the serrated edge into his own flesh, deeply enough to draw out the amount of blood needed for four more shadow creatures. Painstakingly, Sage continued the ritual, chanting the words exactly the same way each time and adding his blood to the mixture. Soon five Sith familiars born from his own shadow hunched around the room, panting and growling, their hides made of swirling dark energy, their red eyes gleaming with murderous intent.
Sage smiled widely with his chin lifted, studying his pack like a proud father.
"I shall call them the Hadzuska Rowa," he said with a sweep of his hand, invoking the High Sith language that he had been studying. He turned to Darth Raven who was watching his progress with a pleased expression.
"How do I control them, Lady Raven?"
[member="Darth Raven"]