The Sith’ari is Dead. At the height of the cataclysmic Battle of Tython, wielding the scalpel of creation at the peak of Akar Kesh, the Dark Lord was felled.
The forces of the Brotherhood fall back to their stronghold on the Hidden World of the Sith, Exegol, where a great burial was held in honor of the one who had led the Sith to total destruction in the fires of the Sith Schism and subsequent rebirth in victory as the New Sith Order. The Prophecy of the Sith'ari has passed, the age of Solipsis at an end, and with it comes questions of the future.
Rebellious cells of a weak, complacent past rise, smelling blood in the water. The galaxy united, finally on the offensive after a devastating campaign of slaughter and violence, turn their attentions inward seeking to drive the MAW back into the depths of Hell from whence they came. Saved from certain death, the Jedi of the galaxy find new meaning, a new place from which they can rebuild and take the fight back to the New Sith Order and their allies.
Troubling times indeed yet, in the hour of despair, a power came forward to claim that which was lost. Darth Mori, at the apex of Sepulcher of the Sith’ari, lay claim to the title of Dark Lord of the Sith in open challenge. Having absorbed the raw power of the failing ritual meant to end the galaxy, the Sith Lord cited her successes where Solipsis failed.
Meeting challenges on multiple fronts, the would-be FINAL Dark Lord engaged the would-be claimants and seized the Throne of the Sith and the Voice of the Maw as her own. Sharing her grand vision to see the galaxy reborn, her way, the Dark Lord promised to see the galaxy into a new age.
The Age of Hunger.
Now the throne has come to pass to a new power, one who's vision shall not be impeded, who's right was bought by might alone. Rejuvenated, the Brotherhood lick their wounds and prepare to bring the full might of their Dark Crusade and their new Dark Voice upon any who would defy their cause.
Tremble, fight, flee, it makes no difference. She is coming.
