Shadow Hand
Palace of the Dark Lord
Ravelin, Bastion
As busy as Ravelin was with its filled streets and crowded skies the epicenter of the Imperial Capital was practically devoid of the typical air traffic. This was due to the palace that stood taller than nearly every other building in the city reaching roughly three square kilometers into the sky and sprawling outwards for nearly two square kilometers. From every edifice the banners of the Empire fluttered and twisted in the breeze, and each courtyard was dominated by the statue of some ancient Sith Lord or Imperial Hero who now only existed in historical chronicles and the legends passed down through the generations.
This was a place where the glories of the past clashed with the promises of tomorrow, the many civilians who walked the public yards seemed to revel in the marvelous spectacle. They thought nothing of the many grim-faced guards who routinely patrolled the Palace, nor of the feeling of gut wrenching, black fear that seemed to exude from the citadel's very foundations.
But to [member="Venthis Zambrano"] who lived in the shadow of the legendary Vain Hollow back home this place simply felt like home. As soon as he entered the building the prince was met with a personal escort of Crownguard who ushered him through the lower levels where iconography seemed to cover nearly every surface. However when they moved through a checkpoint where one needed an actual security clearance the change was immediate and alarming.
The upper levels were done in the Imperial design motif of stark empty walls illuminated by white and red phosphorescent panels built directly into the walls themselves. The halls were noticeably more vacant as well, with only the occasional officer or soldier marching down the hall. These levels were both offices and living quarters alike as he climbed higher and higher. There was a security checkpoint manned by Crownguard alongside the Imperial Sentinels at the apparent end of this level.
Once again everything changed.
The very top levels were reserved for the personal suites of the Sith Emperor and the Shadow Hand. These levels were far more familiar to the young Zambrano they were done with black marble flooring and and grayish silver steel walls done with the iconic imperial panelinghttps://pre00.deviantart.net/c091/t...s_imperial_wall_panel_by_balsavor-d47rrju.jpg. These halls were filled with exquisite artwork depicting many ancient Sith Lord and historic battles of old, busts of various figures chandeliers hanging from the ceilings. It was a truly ornate design blended perfectly with the imperial motif. The Crownguard dominated these halls that were mostly empty of other personnel.
Until he was finally brought to an office where his escorts left him.
The first thing noticeable about this office was that its door was flanked on either side by a pair of guardsmen unlike anything ever seen throughout the structure. They were clad in crimson armor and each warrior carried a different wea in his hand. These were the Nerean Crownguard, the elite protectors of the Dark Lord and Shadow Hand that numbered exactly eight four for each. When he approached they remained silent as one opened the door to let him inside.
As he entered there were two more of these guardsman in the chamber of this large office where the far wall was dominated with a large desk and chair, the rooms walls held artwork and there was even a bookshelf in one corner of the room that held a variety of books, scrolls, tomes, etc. Darth Prazutis sat at the desk clad in a ornate red robe that held sith runes on the front. The Shadow Hand stood at the sight of his son his full attention focused on him through his molten eyes "Welcome my son to our new home. Hopefully the walk was not too arduous. It's good to see you again returned to us."
Ravelin, Bastion
As busy as Ravelin was with its filled streets and crowded skies the epicenter of the Imperial Capital was practically devoid of the typical air traffic. This was due to the palace that stood taller than nearly every other building in the city reaching roughly three square kilometers into the sky and sprawling outwards for nearly two square kilometers. From every edifice the banners of the Empire fluttered and twisted in the breeze, and each courtyard was dominated by the statue of some ancient Sith Lord or Imperial Hero who now only existed in historical chronicles and the legends passed down through the generations.
This was a place where the glories of the past clashed with the promises of tomorrow, the many civilians who walked the public yards seemed to revel in the marvelous spectacle. They thought nothing of the many grim-faced guards who routinely patrolled the Palace, nor of the feeling of gut wrenching, black fear that seemed to exude from the citadel's very foundations.
But to [member="Venthis Zambrano"] who lived in the shadow of the legendary Vain Hollow back home this place simply felt like home. As soon as he entered the building the prince was met with a personal escort of Crownguard who ushered him through the lower levels where iconography seemed to cover nearly every surface. However when they moved through a checkpoint where one needed an actual security clearance the change was immediate and alarming.
The upper levels were done in the Imperial design motif of stark empty walls illuminated by white and red phosphorescent panels built directly into the walls themselves. The halls were noticeably more vacant as well, with only the occasional officer or soldier marching down the hall. These levels were both offices and living quarters alike as he climbed higher and higher. There was a security checkpoint manned by Crownguard alongside the Imperial Sentinels at the apparent end of this level.
Once again everything changed.
The very top levels were reserved for the personal suites of the Sith Emperor and the Shadow Hand. These levels were far more familiar to the young Zambrano they were done with black marble flooring and and grayish silver steel walls done with the iconic imperial panelinghttps://pre00.deviantart.net/c091/t...s_imperial_wall_panel_by_balsavor-d47rrju.jpg. These halls were filled with exquisite artwork depicting many ancient Sith Lord and historic battles of old, busts of various figures chandeliers hanging from the ceilings. It was a truly ornate design blended perfectly with the imperial motif. The Crownguard dominated these halls that were mostly empty of other personnel.
Until he was finally brought to an office where his escorts left him.
The first thing noticeable about this office was that its door was flanked on either side by a pair of guardsmen unlike anything ever seen throughout the structure. They were clad in crimson armor and each warrior carried a different wea in his hand. These were the Nerean Crownguard, the elite protectors of the Dark Lord and Shadow Hand that numbered exactly eight four for each. When he approached they remained silent as one opened the door to let him inside.
As he entered there were two more of these guardsman in the chamber of this large office where the far wall was dominated with a large desk and chair, the rooms walls held artwork and there was even a bookshelf in one corner of the room that held a variety of books, scrolls, tomes, etc. Darth Prazutis sat at the desk clad in a ornate red robe that held sith runes on the front. The Shadow Hand stood at the sight of his son his full attention focused on him through his molten eyes "Welcome my son to our new home. Hopefully the walk was not too arduous. It's good to see you again returned to us."