carnifex

Hundreds of eyes and thousands of ears had been keeping close appraisal of all that transpired within the Core of the Galaxy. From innumerable hidden redoubts, built during the time of the One Sith, a network of listeners, informants, saboteurs, provocateurs, and subversives had lived, died, and...

The Imperial Palace was quiet at this hour. Only the soft shuffling of tireless functionaries meandering through the cavernous halls intruded upon the unbearable silence that otherwise ruled. Even the Imperial Praetorians, hallowed sentinels of the Sith Throne, nary moved a muscle as they...

The smell of smoke and static electricity filled the control room, which was solely illuminated by the errant fires which had broken out across the level. Typhojem, the Left-Handed God, had done it's job well. With the Imperial fleet engaging the Faithless outside, and His forces running amok...

Malsheem, Deep Space 902 ABY Darth Carnifex sat within the Sanctum of Memories, legs crossed and hands clasped over His stomach. His face, once serene, was now darkened by the shadow of concentration. It was not uncommon for the Dark Lord to receive visions and revelations during the height of...