Boethiah
Dark Messiah
Nothing is ever as it seems. No truth is ever in the right.
To be addicted to power, to want control over everything and to envy what others have that you do not. This is the greatest sin that must be eradicated from the galaxy and from all those whose flesh it's infected.
Anja was once a servant of the Immortal Prophet. A being without formal name nor known form, their greatest leader and purpose. As far as he was aware his subordinate was his most loyal, his lieutenant in all things and last bastion of hope when under pressure. Yet little did he know that she had been consorting with an enemy, falling into wanting another. It was laughable, really. To believe that just because of the effort one puts into it all that they're suddenly too invested to ever stab you in the back.
No -- no one things of the consequences... They just act because they're consumed by something else. Is it lust, greed, pride, envy? Or perhaps it's all of that; it's everything.
It can take centuries for one to build their power but all it takes is a second to pull it all down. To catch the last breath, to feel the last pain, to long for winter because even its bitter cold still beat death.
Vanity, precious vanity.
Playing with powers beyond your comprehension. Such is the naivety of ambition.
A single starship drifted through the veil of deep space, beyond the rim of the unknown regions. It came out of hyperspace just above a world on no charts, a place that for all one knew did not exist.
[member="Jared Ovmar"]
To be addicted to power, to want control over everything and to envy what others have that you do not. This is the greatest sin that must be eradicated from the galaxy and from all those whose flesh it's infected.
Anja was once a servant of the Immortal Prophet. A being without formal name nor known form, their greatest leader and purpose. As far as he was aware his subordinate was his most loyal, his lieutenant in all things and last bastion of hope when under pressure. Yet little did he know that she had been consorting with an enemy, falling into wanting another. It was laughable, really. To believe that just because of the effort one puts into it all that they're suddenly too invested to ever stab you in the back.
No -- no one things of the consequences... They just act because they're consumed by something else. Is it lust, greed, pride, envy? Or perhaps it's all of that; it's everything.
It can take centuries for one to build their power but all it takes is a second to pull it all down. To catch the last breath, to feel the last pain, to long for winter because even its bitter cold still beat death.
Vanity, precious vanity.
Playing with powers beyond your comprehension. Such is the naivety of ambition.
A single starship drifted through the veil of deep space, beyond the rim of the unknown regions. It came out of hyperspace just above a world on no charts, a place that for all one knew did not exist.
[member="Jared Ovmar"]
