Darth Vizios
WEARING: xxx
WEAPONS: Lightsaber
TAG: Velda Nar-Donna
Centuries were often found in one place, and Xander often looked on such places feeling as though only a few weeks had passed since he held them in his hands. Time was a fickle thing, more fluid and less linear than his younger self had wanted to believe. He had been young and naive. Now he looked young, but had suffered for his youthful hubris. Placed in a force stasis by an unknown entity or artifact, the young monarch lost time.
His awakening had been rude, difficult. Face after face with familiar names but unrecognizable features haunted his new reality. Thrust into the future in what had felt like seconds to him, the Sith Lord lost everything he'd sacrificed to build and secure. His palace had been reduced to rubble, save for the vault which laid untouched below foundations of his ancestral home.
This was the price he had paid for his hubris.
For his penance it seemed the Galaxy would continue to bring challenges and memories his way. It had taken another lifetime to be free of them, Viren, Van-Derveld, the Mecetti, but in time he had become his own once again. The shackles of his past had been shed, and the man had walked through victorious.
Now he walked something different, another set of monuments given to the past. A new face, a new name, Nar-Donna. She was a curious one, someone the former king did not know well enough to have an opinion on. He was intrigued to be sure, but what was it about her which drew him in? It was something he hoped to determine with time, that fickle thing which had proven unreliable.
"Tell me more about this one," he said, pointing to an artifact which seemed inert. "You told me each one has a story attached to it. What is the tale belonging to this one?"