The Red of Sinner
Battle Sister
[member="Salvor Arnex"], [member="Katar"], [member="Adan Jax"], [member="stardust"], [member="Cross Ikon"] (And his ILK lol), [member="Eve"], [member="Crucius Sin"], Graxin Rade, [member="Rexus Drath"], [member="Eyrina Ateo"]
The Shadow Keep's Courtyard
Let it never be said that the Shadow King was never without mercy, or compassion. For a while now the Shadow Empire as sat back, bothering not a soul. We watched, and we took care of our own, but now is the time to act. Now is the time to let loose the monster that is the empire set by our king, Romeo Sin, and spew fire into the parties who would dare challenge us, and our superior forces.
Let the Judas Queen know, there will be no mercy, no quarter, and no parley. Let her recognize the mistake she has made, and accept the punishment following behind her. Make her understand that she has painted a target on he back, and let her know who will bow to whom in the end.
This was the message given to his men, to his fleet, and armies. His hatred knew no end, and for too long he let the galaxy fall before him as he watched safely from his home. His friends needed him, and his allies called for him.
Already alliances had been made, already Romeo's anger was fuelled to a bursting point. He sat in his throne, his eyes moving across the reports given to him about the One Sith, and the Primevil. The newly risen Queen had let loose a monster she was not prepared to face, and the Shadow King would make her kiss his boot, and become his servant. He would do what it took to exact his vengeance on the woman who had nearly killed him.
"Prepare the balcony...I will be ready in short moment.." He spoke to his servants who watched, idle, and loyal to only him, and his word. Tucking in the datapad under his arm, he stood from his throne, and slung his cape off.
He made his way to his room, laid the reports on his bed, and began to place his armor on.
In times of war, one did not wear fancy clothes, but the armor he would die in if it came to it. His facial expression showed no emotion, but resolute hatred, and anger. His eyes burned with a fury, and his actions would destroy armies. Slowly, each piece of his armor clicked into place. Each phrik plate clacked against one another, and his mask sat beside his reports, ready to be taken up, and placed on his face.
But this time it would have to wait.
This time, he would show his face to his people, to his allies one last time before all hell was broken loose, and his father, Ikora, and the rest of the galaxy feared his name again.
Let no one stand higher then his majesty, let no one stand in his way. Honor, and glory be to our king, as he takes up arms against the enemies of our land, and burns them down to nothing. Hear his words as he rallies us all to arms, so that we too may revel in the glory bathed in flame, and blood. The force will guide us, strengthen us, and our Shadow King will lead us to victory.
It will never come back to this, never will we fear of another attack, never will we be afraid of the SIth, and their ilk. I will stomp them out, and blast them with the fire of Sin...they will cry my name for mercy as I drop the final swing of the blade...
The Shadow Keep's Courtyard
Let it never be said that the Shadow King was never without mercy, or compassion. For a while now the Shadow Empire as sat back, bothering not a soul. We watched, and we took care of our own, but now is the time to act. Now is the time to let loose the monster that is the empire set by our king, Romeo Sin, and spew fire into the parties who would dare challenge us, and our superior forces.
Let the Judas Queen know, there will be no mercy, no quarter, and no parley. Let her recognize the mistake she has made, and accept the punishment following behind her. Make her understand that she has painted a target on he back, and let her know who will bow to whom in the end.
This was the message given to his men, to his fleet, and armies. His hatred knew no end, and for too long he let the galaxy fall before him as he watched safely from his home. His friends needed him, and his allies called for him.
Already alliances had been made, already Romeo's anger was fuelled to a bursting point. He sat in his throne, his eyes moving across the reports given to him about the One Sith, and the Primevil. The newly risen Queen had let loose a monster she was not prepared to face, and the Shadow King would make her kiss his boot, and become his servant. He would do what it took to exact his vengeance on the woman who had nearly killed him.
"Prepare the balcony...I will be ready in short moment.." He spoke to his servants who watched, idle, and loyal to only him, and his word. Tucking in the datapad under his arm, he stood from his throne, and slung his cape off.
He made his way to his room, laid the reports on his bed, and began to place his armor on.
In times of war, one did not wear fancy clothes, but the armor he would die in if it came to it. His facial expression showed no emotion, but resolute hatred, and anger. His eyes burned with a fury, and his actions would destroy armies. Slowly, each piece of his armor clicked into place. Each phrik plate clacked against one another, and his mask sat beside his reports, ready to be taken up, and placed on his face.
But this time it would have to wait.
This time, he would show his face to his people, to his allies one last time before all hell was broken loose, and his father, Ikora, and the rest of the galaxy feared his name again.
Let no one stand higher then his majesty, let no one stand in his way. Honor, and glory be to our king, as he takes up arms against the enemies of our land, and burns them down to nothing. Hear his words as he rallies us all to arms, so that we too may revel in the glory bathed in flame, and blood. The force will guide us, strengthen us, and our Shadow King will lead us to victory.
It will never come back to this, never will we fear of another attack, never will we be afraid of the SIth, and their ilk. I will stomp them out, and blast them with the fire of Sin...they will cry my name for mercy as I drop the final swing of the blade...