Inumbrare in aeternum
Kashyyyk Shadowlands lower levels, deep darkness and predatory fauna.
Vector East, site of old ruined temples with unreadable language.
Purpose - Hunting every Stray Lamb.
Those times in stone when unbreakable truths form the walls you stand within, there is always the first and foundation which you dig into for purchase.
The rubble around the Sith was as ever crumbling, foundations undone. The armor this time weathered the storms with more dignity than the once withering body it had bonded with, more than iron, living memories of a greater time. Burning bright upon Krayt's reborn armor was the runic fire of the language that was crumbling beneath his boot, as the last of the walls fell.
Kashyyyk temples were a passing phase he had once entertained with lesser beings before assuming the dying mantle, removing all trace of where he had been in time was more in tune with Krayt’s last memories, than any sacrifice of the flesh would ever be to the Sith Spawn. The burning wreck of ancient history and forgotten races stood beneath his thick twisted boots, the start of the fire to come.
Stronger than he ever had been, the biodroids hunted through the forest devouring the predatory inhabitants, but they were scattered on their own missions and led by the lumbering red giant Massassi tomb guardians. Howls from the predators came from within shadow, predators that were used to fighting for survival in here the most hostile of places, but not used to the banquet of bloody hostility that greeted them this day.
What was he looking for? What were the shadowlands being set ablaze to find? Memoriam.
OOC:
Vector East, site of old ruined temples with unreadable language.
Purpose - Hunting every Stray Lamb.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0_wjYV5Qj2U
Those times in stone when unbreakable truths form the walls you stand within, there is always the first and foundation which you dig into for purchase.
The rubble around the Sith was as ever crumbling, foundations undone. The armor this time weathered the storms with more dignity than the once withering body it had bonded with, more than iron, living memories of a greater time. Burning bright upon Krayt's reborn armor was the runic fire of the language that was crumbling beneath his boot, as the last of the walls fell.
Kashyyyk temples were a passing phase he had once entertained with lesser beings before assuming the dying mantle, removing all trace of where he had been in time was more in tune with Krayt’s last memories, than any sacrifice of the flesh would ever be to the Sith Spawn. The burning wreck of ancient history and forgotten races stood beneath his thick twisted boots, the start of the fire to come.
Stronger than he ever had been, the biodroids hunted through the forest devouring the predatory inhabitants, but they were scattered on their own missions and led by the lumbering red giant Massassi tomb guardians. Howls from the predators came from within shadow, predators that were used to fighting for survival in here the most hostile of places, but not used to the banquet of bloody hostility that greeted them this day.
What was he looking for? What were the shadowlands being set ablaze to find? Memoriam.
OOC:
Preferring a Master and apprentice but I can work with whoever, pm for any info you need if you like or just roll with it.