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[Vilaz Munin]

A L O R
CONCORD DAWN
Kad Munin

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A time of peace descended upon the clan as the Sith Empire was no more; the very beast that desecrated Mandalore and its territories. The Sith still lingered about as they retreated to the Brotherhood of the Maw and whatever outskirts of the Galaxy to avoid persecution from those who hunted them. What mattered, in the end, was their vengeance that was well earned; vengeance for the plunder of Mandalore, rendering it as just a miserable, hallowed rock. He would probably not live to see it brought back to its proper glory as it was before. They avenged Mandalore, but it was not enough to fill in the void that left the Mandalorians. Still scattered across the stars, clans tending to themselves with some trade and communication between the clans.

Ironic how a people of the Resol'nare were more divided than those that followed the creed of the Sith Code.

Ironic and humiliating.

He yearned for the old days when there was still some fight and fire in the Mandalorians, an age that ended when Ra Vizsla disappeared after reclaiming the title of Mand'alor. The culture while still relevant, slowly declined. He frowned upon the ways of the Enclave, priding themselves as mercenaries and protectors instead of embracing the origins of their culture as crusaders and warmongers. He wished to see another crusade, even if it was bound to fail. Bring back the glory and pride of the Mandalorians.

He sat looking at the fire with intense eyes, not engaging in the activities of his clansmen. A shame to have such an attitude around his people, but it was better dealing it that way than pretend to be so otherwise.

 

[Kad Munin]

Even among the clan that had adopted him years ago, Kad Munin always stood a man apart.

It was impossible not to; when Vilaz had managed to pull him out of a burning wreck and kept him alive, it came at the cost of ever being able to fully leave the armour that was made for him again. He might last for some minutes, maybe longer depending on how many stims and the like were running through him at any given time; maybe if he'd been a richer man, he could afford treatments that would give him some more freedom.

But he wasn't.

Every time he returned to the rest of the clan, fully clad in his armour, respirator on his helmet breaking the silence that fell around him, he almost felt like some Child of the Watch. Certainly, some of the others looked on him that way, given that none of them even knew in truth who he had been or what had happened to him. He'd grown used to it; what he hadn't grown used to was the sight that met his eyes on this day.

He walked through the rest of the clan members, ignoring the rest of them as he strode towards the only one among them he particularly knew. "Vilaz," he greeted, warning the man of his approach. "Normally I'm the one staying at the edge of the group and staring around like a madman. The hell's up with you?"

Vilaz Munin

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Eyes gazing intensely into the fire, studying the dance of the flames. Almost as if he was waiting a vision from the fire, to tell him the future of what interested him the most. His deep thinking was interrupted when the armored Munin joined the lone man. It was bound to happen, someone from his clan approaching him with a question or some other form of dialogue.

“Kad,” nodding his head at the man, before extending his hand to invite the warrior to sit down. ”Been thinking, that’s all…though it’s lasted longer than it should have. Simply disturbed and annoyed by my thoughts and wants,” explaining to the Mandalorian, answering his question.

“I am…” looking around the campsite, taking a few glances to see the activities of his clansmen. Drinking, eating, fighting, all a bunch of hearty laughs to celebrate. Celebrate for what? What was their to celebrate?

“I am mad…disgusted. To simply put it in small words.”

Kad Munin

 

[Kad Munin]

Kad didn't sit. Difficult enough to do that in armour with a proper chair; down on the ground wasn't happening any time soon. "You're taking my role," he muttered in response to the older man's words. "I'm supposed to be the angry one." He turned to look back at the rest of the clan in their revelry. Not something he ever partook in much even before the accident that led to him becoming what he was now; rarer still was it for him to be back around the others whenever any celebration was happening, anyways.

"What holiday are the having, anyways?" he asked, mild curiosity in his tone. "I've been too busy dealing with bounties on Denon to keep track of the calendar."

Vilaz Munin

 

[Vilaz Munin]

“Heh, no…no I’ve been angry for quite a while now. A powerful emotion, but it really does corrupt one,” all of a sudden he sounded so wise, so philosophical. Comes with age and the experience. “Probably cause of how good I am keeping a full face is why no one suspects that.”

A warrior should always know to harbor their emotions and not be influenced by them.

“Hmm? Oh, some festivity to celebrate one of the gods, the main one that your name belongs to.” The god of destruction and war.

“They celebrate him, yet lay back and enjoy peace. Ironic, isn’t it?”

Kad Munin ​