Star Wars Roleplay: Chaos

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A whisper of death

Upon the sullied fields of the damned, upon the fields of ancient despair trumpet the archons of absolution. Their mighty thump the mountains tremble, their tenner a desicated wail of the lost. Upon the blowing of their great horns the ground shall split and forth shall they come of the end.

Upon the red stead wielding the sword of war, dominion of war shall be end as followed by he upon the darkest stead of pestilence, in the end only follow one that is death. On the pale stead of desolence shall he that hath the hellhounds at heel be followed. For the twisted serpent of Eden shall deprive those of light and the lightened fist of agony shall clench tightly the neck of darkness. In the end only the Great Beast shall remain. He who wanderers, he who knows no bounds, sees that which is timeless fade and eternity die.

The Traveler comes.
 
[member="Darth Timoris"]
Happy endings are the construct of those content in their mediacraty. Those who wander and seek to expand their dark grimoire of power and decedent strength shall never find happiness with the end.
 

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