Soliath Devin Talith
Family Man
Soliael stood at the edge of a cliff, watching the city below and the people moving around. His eyes watched closely as people moved about, his senses in the force stretching out and expanding into the valley below. He frowned slightly as he searched with both his eyes and his senses in the force. He was of course looking for something, something rather important.
A gust of wind struck him and his black cloak fluttered in the wind. Soliael had left his usual retinue behind on his ship. For all intents and purposes Soliael was now a god...or at least to several billion souls considered him as such. That was enough though, that endless worship. It grew tiring after a while, but it gave one a sense of...importance. Not that Soliael needed the boost to his ego, no his family heritage did that all enough. Coincidentally of course that was exactly why he was here. Even now, ever after he had attained godhood Soliael was still curious about his father.
He had read the records, heard tales from Anara and a few others, but he wanted more. He knew that his father had had many students, and it was from them that he would get the information he wanted.
The God of Knowledge wanted his fathers legacy, and apprentice by apprentice he would reclaim it, even if he had to kill them to get it. Finally after another few moments of searching Soliaels eyes popped open. A force signature, dark and powerful called out to him. He grinned slightly, his eyes darting to where the force signature lay within the village.
In an instant the Dreadlord's son was on the move, in the blink of an eye the Sith found himself within the city searching for @[member="Spencer Jacobs"].
A gust of wind struck him and his black cloak fluttered in the wind. Soliael had left his usual retinue behind on his ship. For all intents and purposes Soliael was now a god...or at least to several billion souls considered him as such. That was enough though, that endless worship. It grew tiring after a while, but it gave one a sense of...importance. Not that Soliael needed the boost to his ego, no his family heritage did that all enough. Coincidentally of course that was exactly why he was here. Even now, ever after he had attained godhood Soliael was still curious about his father.
He had read the records, heard tales from Anara and a few others, but he wanted more. He knew that his father had had many students, and it was from them that he would get the information he wanted.
The God of Knowledge wanted his fathers legacy, and apprentice by apprentice he would reclaim it, even if he had to kill them to get it. Finally after another few moments of searching Soliaels eyes popped open. A force signature, dark and powerful called out to him. He grinned slightly, his eyes darting to where the force signature lay within the village.
In an instant the Dreadlord's son was on the move, in the blink of an eye the Sith found himself within the city searching for @[member="Spencer Jacobs"].