Faction Ascension [Open to Sith and Jedi]

[Valery Noble]

Wellspring of Life

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Outfit: Factory Link | Wedding Ring
Appearance: Link
Weapons: Lightsaber
Tag: Kahlil Noble Thurion Heavenshield Darth Carnifex

With a gentle smile, Valery made sure that Thurion Heavenshield was safely secured from more imminent danger. He was in bad shape, she could feel that, but as she squeezed his hand and looked with hopeful eyes into his gaze, she tried to tell him to fight and not give up. This didn't have to be the end for the Lion King — there was so much more to live for, and so many people have always relied on him. Now, she counted him among her friends, and she wanted to be able to meet with him again.

But as Thurion was secured, Valery felt a sudden, huge shift in the Force.

Fiery eyes turned to her husband, who had moved in to take down his father, but something had happened. Something far darker than either of them could have expected, but somehow everything still clicked. Now she understood what Kaahlil's role had been in all of this — why Carnifex had made the decisions he had over the last few years. Valery couldn't help but feel terrible for only picking up on it now.

But as painful as it was to see his son fade away, the son who had nearly killed her once, her pain could never compare to the one she felt inside Kahlil.

Love.​

Her voice reached out through their bond with a gentle, calming tone. All at once, she stood by his side, and only briefly reached for his hand to squeeze it. She knew what it was like to go through this kind of pain, so she understood that no amount of words could ever ease it. But she could offer her support to him, the way he had always supported her when she needed him. It wasn't often that she felt she needed to be that pillar, but she was going to stand strong for him.

"We have to get him out of here, together," she then said, trying to appeal to his always strong sense of reason. They couldn't save Kaahlil anymore, but so many more lives were at stake if they didn't banish this evil from the Wellspring of Life.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Passing through the purple radiance of the strange in-between space that was beyond shadows, she could feel that bliss that was often mentioned in the texts from those who had become one with the Force. It was a joy built from a certain calmness as vast as the galaxy, as vast as life itself, but even here there was evidence of what was occurring. Streams of white-gold and blue-black energy flowed around her as she floated through the eternity to her ethereal destination. The energy carried hope and despair, joy and fury, heartful sorrow and sadistic pleasure.

And suddenly she was standing at the edge of a mountain lake with a surface as smooth as black glass. The area was suffused in the faint blue light of the star the original home of the Ones orbited, a sheer cliff of granite rising up along one side of the lake. On the other side, a meadow of grass and moss-covered boulders beckoned invitingly to have her sit and just look out over the view. A faint silver mist rose up from the lake's surface, just opaque enough to obscure the opposite shore. Time meant nothing in this realm, and for a long moment, she merely stood at the edge of the water.

A long deep exhale, or as close a facsimile as her spiritual essence could achieve, of contentment escaped her. A look down into the Lake of Apparitions, and she could see why this part was called the Mirror of Remembrance. A few faces had appeared, about an inch or two below the surface. Eyes remained closed, the faces at peace at the moment as the Lady of Secrets waded carefully onto the water-covered stones of the path before her, the water barely rippling as it came up to her calves. She recognized some of these faces from long ago; Sith that had been acolytes as the same time as her, gone from the wars of the One Sith or failed in their training. The withered face of her first apprentice, Sophie. The face of her first ally among the Sith, Carliah. Nimue, one of her first loves.

Others, as she walked, were those she had known as a Knight and then Lady of the Sith, or a Jedi of the Republic and Alliance. She paused at the visage of Omai Rhen, but she felt no desire to talk to the man she had killed to facilitate her plans. He wasn't important and hadn't been for years now. The pale face of Alina, more recently lost. She walked on, although part of her wanted to speak with Alina to apologize that she could not have guided her more, guided her better, but her lessons had ultimately not been heeded. There would come a time when she would speak with her again though.

She finally came to a stop as she felt a tug to look down. She knew who she was about to see... it was why she had come here in the first place. Decades later and the pain was still just as intense, just as nurtured as it had been since that day in the Council Chambers when the news broke that her sisters had vanished. The pain of murdering her adopted parents had faded long ago, replaced by a sense of resignation to the event that happened and acceptance that their selfishness had led her to the connections to her birth family. But the pain, as she looked down at the peaceful looking faces of Corvus and Melodi, was still as fresh as that day. Still brought that feeling of outrage that her family was gone... a hero of the Jedi was gone and they weren't remembered as they should have been. A young woman who she had taught and helped become one of the strongest of the One Sith, gone without a trace.

"Corvus. Melori."

"Taeli."

"Taeli."

 

[Darth Carnifex]

It was so strange.

He tested His fingers, flexing them one after the other. They sluggishly reacted to His commands, closing only after half a breath had passed, and opening again just as slowly. But every time He repeated the action, the fingers closed faster, more automatically. Every muscle in His body was alight with power, almost overwhelmingly so, but they began to relax as more time passed. His body untensed, muscles relaxing, His jaw unclenching as the brief period of unrest and discomfort passed over Him like a fleeting shadow.

Eyes were still adjusting, coming to terms with unfamiliar optical nerves. Initially, everything was a bright blur, but shapes came into focus. With focus came clarity of environment, and the brain remembered where they were. They were still in the Wellspring, and across from them were their enemies. Kahlil was the nearest, His mind a mask of grief and rage. An unexpected visage to be met with, for He did not believe that His desperation would elicit such a visceral reaction from the clone. Valery was resolute, steadfastly determined in the face of her husband's windswept emotions. Thurion yet lay upon the earth, removed the board by a stab to the gut.

He breathed in, tasting the air as it passed into His lungs, and then exhaled in a long billowy whisper. "Do not tell me," spoke the Dark Lord of the Sith, "That you had grown fond of the boy." Baleful eyes swept to stab directly into Kahlil's own, the glare more intense by several magnitudes since just moments earlier; when they had all been separate. "You were but a hair's breadth from cutting him down, taking his life. You would have bereaved him of his purpose, whereas I have fulfilled it."

The lightsaber which had tumbled from the Dark Lord's grasp shot through the air and into His outstretched hand, coming to a rest against the flat of His palm as His fingers closed around the hilt. New sensations assailed Him, the roughness of the cerakote against His bare flesh, and the weight of the weapon itself. Such things He had been deprived of before, but now they rejuvenated; as thought He were a newly born babe experiencing existence for the first time.

"I must invariably thank you, all three of you. For without you to stand against me, I would not have seen the path before me. I thought that the Wellspring would deliver onto me a power with which I would remake the universe, but instead I found within a power that would remake me." He gently flung the lightsaber up with a flick of His hand, catching it as it fell, again and again as He talked. "That which was made into two has been restored as the one. There is no longer a Carnifex and a Demiurge, there is just me; undivided."

Catching the lightsaber a final time, the Dark Lord looked down at His weapon as He eagerly thumbed the activator on. The crimson blade snapped into existence, crackling hungrily as His eyes moved to look back at the trio of Jedi. He smiled, not the same false smirk that He'd once worn as a mask, but a genuine display of predatory joy. Then He did the one thing that no one expected Him to do.

He laughed.

"Shall we test my new strength?"

Kahlil Noble | Valery Noble | Thurion Heavenshield ​

 

[Kahlil Noble]

"He could've found peace in death. In the Force! But you, you just-" Anger grew. He didn't want to come to believe the cruelty of his father was this horrendous. There was no regret, no sorrow at the death. A true death, at that. He shouldn't have been surprised, given how many of his siblings had been purged before. Anger, hate. He hated this monster of a man. All the people he'd killed, abandoned, slaughtered in some vain belief that he was a god. His grip tightened on his saber.

Love.

He blinked. Turned his gaze to Valery for a moment. Tears still stained his cheeks as he watched her. And slowly, he nodded. The crackling of a lightsaber pulled his gaze back towards Carnifex. The laugh. The smile. The joy. His expression tightened as he took a breath and nodded. No, they had to stop this madness before he did get used to this new body. They had to protect the Wellspring.

They had to protect each other.

The green of his blade ignited as he slowly lifted it towards the classic Soresu stance. Learn to let go. He'd wanted his father's approval. Not the typical sense, but the validation that he was worthy of life. All his life that was his goal. Even now, even here after renouncing his family, he'd wanted that approval. His eyes opened, narrowed in focus. No, he was no longer that boy. And he certainly didn't need his father to tell him he deserved to live.

"Go."

He moved himself, rushing forward towards the even further twisted mirror alongside Valery. He brought his saber up, aiming a strike. Only to pull on the Force around them. On their bond. In an instant it'd no longer be Kahlil rushing for him, but Valery in his place. And him where Valery was with his saber still being brought down.

Valery Noble | Darth Carnifex | Thurion Heavenshield

 

[Syd Celsius]

Wearing: 90 Suit

Armed With: Wind and Fire Wheels


Objective: Aid Starlin.

As Starlin Rand fought for his life, an ancient, and powerful presence would fill the ancient area he found himself in as he went ahead, cutting down the enemy.

A swarm of more Sith ahead waited to cut off the escape of him and his friends, but even they started looking around, feeling the deadly power of an approaching foe who had once slaughtered them by the dozens.

She phased through the ceiling, gold and navy blue suit glittering in the darkness, wreathed in powerful, bright red flames. As she had gotten older, she had gotten stronger.

She was Starlin's first teacher, the humanoid abomination that had turned him into a powerful, budding sorcerer. She had not been the best of teachers. She had made terrible, tragic mistakes along the way that had cost people their lives. And rather than burden Starlin with the stigma of still being taught by her, she had let him go on to continue his training under others, having lost confidence in her own judgement.

But she was still his first Master. And she still cares greatly for him, despite having developed a bitter enmity with the order he served over the Bryn'adul wars and the cost of choosing to fight them over the Sith. On some level, she still held them as responsible for the fall of her lover to the Dark Side as much as she held herself and Laertia responsible.

But Starlin was here. And in this very font of the Force, there was no way she wouldn't come here to aid him in such a desperate situation.

Syd Celsius breathed red fire on a screaming Sith, her hands waving about like an orchestral conductor as the flames took various shapes, sweeping through the many, now screaming opponents rapidly getting charred to ash, the flames so intense that Durasteel bubbled and melted on the spot.

As Starlin got closer she waved at him after cutting a Sith in half, casually parrying with a double bladed version of Makashi, burning orange blades sweeping through an opponents flesh.

"Starlin!" she called out. "You and your pals look like they could use a hand!"

More Sith began charging from further down and she floated close to him.

"Always a pleasure to aid you." she said, before belching crimson flames at the onrushing Sith...

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

The Wellspring of Life

From where he lay upon the ground, the fallen warrior could barely witness the morbid ritual that saw the Dark Lord rejuvenated, sacrificing his doppelganger Demiurge and, most horrifyingly, his own flesh and blood. The angered words from a rightly upset Kahlil Noble added to the tragedy, having watched his misguided counterpart erased and replaced with his monstrous father. A more harrowing experience Thurion could scarcely imagine; as a devoted sire and grandsire, to whom family was everything, he found the whole thing truly sickening.

And yet, he could not even muster a word of resistance, let alone act on his feeling of disgust.

Once Valery Noble and her husband reinitiated the fight, now facing off against a renewed Black Iron Tyrant, the once-Grandmaster of the Jedi felt less than worthless, having so utterly failed in ridding the galaxy of its single biggest threat to everlasting peace. Now, he could not even lend a hand in banishing the Great Enemy from this sacred place.

He lay there gasping for air with a punctured lung, staring up at the ethereal sky as he felt the world grow colder. With blood loss came delirium, as it seemed to him as if the heavens were rearranged before his blurred vision; purple storm clouds gathered into a vast cluster before being penetrated by a bright light. It wasn't blinding, but rather warm and soothing to the soul, and from it emerged a towering figure.

"F-father," spoke the feeble Lion, believing he was being brought escorted into the great hereafter. As the vision of his divine father reached out for him, Thurion similarly reached for the Sunlight Lord. He believed himself ready to depart, were it not for the glittering wedding band upon his outstretched finger giving him pause.

He met the gaze of the featureless figure in the clouds, offering the slightest shake of his head. The celestial being took him by the hand all the same, and though he could not make out its face, he could somehow tell it was smiling.

Next thing he knew, Thurion found himself in the process of willing himself off the ground, supporting his weight on his sword Anarion bathed in sunlight. Blood still seeped from his open wound, spilling upon the hallowed grounds of the Wellspring of Life, yet each drop sprouted to life a white flower in its wake.

Still, he could not hope to possess the strength to get back on his feet and was left panting and hissing from the great effort. He thought himself having slipped into delirium once more when the ghostly hand of a small child rested upon his, only to look up and see the apparition reappear before his eyes. More and more followed, each a soul slain by the cursed blade of Derriphan; countless men, women, and children. Their spirits now gathered around the one who had granted them everlasting peace, hoping to repay the favour.

"Darkness rises," he found himself echoing the words of his arch-foe, "...and Light to meet it."

Darth Carnifex would soon learn the meaning of righteous vengeance.

 

[Valery Noble]

Wellspring of Life

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Outfit: Factory Link | Wedding Ring
Appearance: Link
Weapons: Lightsaber
Tag: Kahlil Noble Thurion Heavenshield Darth Carnifex

A brief smile touched Valery's lips when she felt that she had managed to cut through the emotions that clouded her husband's mind. With him snapping out of it, a powerful focus was born instead, and the two Jedi moved as one. Sword and Shield, husband and wife, and two parts of an unbreakable bond. The corrupted son could no longer be saved from Carnifex's dark grasp, but there was so much more they needed to protect.

She wasn't going to hesitate, and she knew that he wouldn't either.

A violet blade sprung to life once more as Valery closed the distance, but as she raised it for a sweeping strike, she already knew what Kahlil was planning. In an instant, the two swapped positions, and what would have been a strike down towards the Dark Lord from her husband, now became a crushing blow from her, offset at an angle to throw him off at the last possible second. But it wasn't just the clash of blades that were turned against him.

The Wellspring of Life itself fought against his evil, and the Nobles were its Guardians. If his being could not be purged from the Galaxy today, they would at least ensure that he'd be removed from this realm of the Force.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"Your anger is impotent and misplaced, son. Do not waste such energy on that which has already passed, least alone a meager mongrel such as he." The Dark Lord shifted His body and the position of His lightsaber until He assumed the opening stance of Juyo, the Way of the Vornskr. His movements were still rigid, unfamiliar, like the body was ill-proportioned for the spirit that now inhabited it. Still, there was power in each of the Dark Lord's actions, no matter how mundane. He seemed electrified with the Dark Side, an eclipse in the Force, upon which the Jedi were perched dangerously at it's event horizon.

Sharp eyes watched as Kahlil moved forward, the first step rippling through the Force even before it rose and fell. He saw too as Valery moved in concert, husband and wife working in perfect unison. It came not as a surprise when they swapped places, shifting through the Force itself to transmute locations. He'd already moved His blade in preparation, catching Valery's purple saber right before it reached Him. His other hand extended, fingers splayed, and the broken blade of Derriphan shot forth into His awaiting grasp. With this, He caught Kahlil's blade as it came for Him as well, holding both at them at bay simultaneously.

"Your strength is admirable, Jedi. Undoubtedly, you were my equal in my weakened state. But that time has passed." He pressed against them, His strength far greater than it was in their previous altercations. With every passing moment, the Dark Lord of the Sith magnified in strength, His body adjusting to the immense power which now coursed through it. As it did, His features began to shift incrementally away from Kaahlil and towards the true Carnifex. His stature slowly rose, subtly so, but more noticeable by the second.

In time, there would be nothing left to ever indicate that this had been Kaahlil's body.

There would be only Carnifex.

He suddenly broke their stalemate with a ferocious gust of power, striking at them both with each blade in quick succession; ferociously attacking without reprieve. And He smiled all the while, laughing even, as the new sensations bombarded Him from every angle. It had been so long since He'd understood the sensation of life, that now He experienced it all as though freshly born. In a way, one could argue, that He was newly born. Fully rejuvenated.

"What wonderous battle!" He called above the dirge of their fighting, another laugh tumbling forth from His throat. "Oh, how long it has been." He leveraged against the blades as He struck, flipping Himself up and over them in a display of impressive acrobatics. Landing down between them and the wounded Heavenshield, the Dark Lord came to regard His old adversary. "I would not rise if I were you, Old Lion. I am the dragon that comes to swallow the sun."

He angled His lightsaber towards Thurion in a threatening manner, holding aloft the broken Derriphan at His back as a ward against the other two.

Kahlil Noble | Valery Noble | Thurion Heavenshield ​

 

[Darth Laesis]

A Sith from the shadows appeared.

Two crossblade sabers came from each hand of sith.

The sith said nothing as he stared at the Jedi, like he was studying him. Ready for any movement from the Jedi, he stared from the corner. The breathing from the respirator the only noise he is producing.

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

The Wellspring of Life​

The reborn Kaine's insidious words for the wounded Lion tore his attention away from the Force spectres gathered around him. Was he the only one capable of seeing their ghostly visage? Or was he indeed just suffering from delirium due to a slow death? Whatever the case, he could scarcely recall a time when the Black Iron Tyrant had fought with such youthful vigour. Many years ago, back when the two were young and in their prime.

What he said was true: Thurion was old, though perhaps not physically. Valkyri live for well over a century before their strength starts to degrade, but the Lion was not all Valkyri. His mother was human, and so mentally and emotionally he felt the weight of each passing year. He could not even begin to fathom artificially prolonging his life the way his adversary had done so many times. One lifetime was enough.

Thurion spat at Kaine's statement, sputtering blood upon the hallowed soil.

"I know the Sun well," he growled, using the insult as that final push to get back on his feet, if only to spite the Dark Lord one last time. With what little strength he still possessed he pulled his sword free from the earth and pointed it towards his eternal foe as if to challenge him to yet another bout.

"His light is the giver of hope, His warmth the provider of life." As he spoke the bloodied blade of Anarion shone anew, as if the Lord of Sunlight Himself had heeded the call. The warm light cast from its steel lit up their surroundings, revealing to the Dark Lord the army of Force spirits that had flocked to his side. "He fears neither dragon nor monster."

Hundreds upon thousands of unjustly slain souls now regarded their killer, judging him with eyes ablaze with righteous fire. They surrounded the Butcher King, and then all together they proceeded to point an accusatory finger at him.

"Justice for the fallen," the Lion roared through gritted teeth.

At first, only a handful of vengeful spirits lunged at their killer, seeking to grab and tear at his limbs. These would be easy enough to chase off for one such as Darth Carnifex, but each time more and more Force ghosts craving justice would claw at him. They were like a tide of past sins crashing into the Lord of Domination, etching their names and faces into his very being.

"Begone from this sacred realm," said Thurion, offering the Dark Lord a chance to escape with his tail between his legs. "Begone, foul presence, else the victims of your past cast you out!"

Darth Carnifex Valery Noble Kahlil Noble

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Kahlil acted the shield.

His emotions had been uncontrolled at the realization of his broken mirror's fate. But he was no longer lost. His expression stilled, calmed. Valery was always his path back to the Light. His blade dipped and crashed against both of the Dark Lord's blades as he weaved alongside Valery. Two beings fighting as if they were one, that was their bond. He the defense, she the offence. But Carnifex was getting stronger. More and more used to his new vessel.

The rush of emotion Kahlil had felt prior had given Carnifex time.

And yet, he did not fall to despair. The very soul of the Wellspring itself would stand against him, and all the souls he once tormented. Kahlil's saber dipped as Carnifex stood between them, once more touching the black glass that had brought the great evil into this realm. Burned through it to finish the sequence he'd been drawing in their clash. And at once, the glass shattered. A vacuum formed, a bright light of a portal. And from it, chains.

Wreathed in golden light the chains shot out to enwrap the Sith Lord. Drag him back from this realm once and for all.

Valery Noble | Darth Carnifex | Thurion Heavenshield

 

[Taeli Raaf]

She remained kneeling in the water as the faces of her sisters disappeared beneath the surface, their conversation of closure finished for now. Even in this ethereal realm, small ripples would form across the surface of the Lake as tears fell along her cheeks, tears carrying all the pain and sorrow she still felt. She knew this would help her, that it might help heal the wound of their loss to a degree, but it would still remain. Still a hole in her heart...

The Lake rippled again as she stood, wiping the tears from her face with the back of her hand. The Mists of Forgetfulness swirled around her, tempting her to let go of her pain... of her memories... of any reason to return to the physical universe. But she would not, could not. The memories of her sisters were a part of her, their loss included, and she would always hold onto it. It would remain a source of power for her and a reminder.

The surface of the Lake shifted, although the faces beneath she had not spoken to remained placid, like an oil was slowly spreading across the surface and distorting everything beneath it. Her time here was growing short as the distortion could only mean one thing. The portal to the Wellspring was closing. She could reflect on her conversation later; she still had a task to accomplish.

Along her fingertips, sparks of purple and blue energy started to twine around and through the air. "Irdziyi ri Irartsa iw sis ati. Mirji oi an ri Titimi dia Dirina oi an ri Kitchnizas!"

Slowly, small rivulets of the Lake itself started to twist up into the space above where her spell was forming. The waters of the Lake, as they rose, became a pure stream of Force energies and memories of the departed, her spell forming a hole within the nebulous boundaries of this inbetween world and channeling the power through it back to the physical galaxy.

For those at the Wellspring, it would be subtle, but as the chains formed from Kahlil's pattern to wrap around his father and drag him back to the material, small streams of Force energies would also be flowing down through the broken portal like a drain.

"Irdziyi ri Irartsa iw sis ati. Mirji oi an ri Titimi dia Dirina oi an ri Kitchnizas!" "Irdziyi ri Irartsa iw sis ati. Mirji oi an ri Titimi dia Dirina oi an ri Kitchnizas!"

The rebirth of the Dark Lord had been the distraction she needed, and to those around the Dark Lord, it would appear as though a mantle of shadowy raven wings would settle across his shoulders before the chains would potential reach him. A signal to them that Carnifex had not come to the Wellspring alone.

Darth Carnifex Kahlil Noble Valery Noble Thurion Heavenshield

 

[Valery Noble]

Wellspring of Life

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Outfit: Factory Link | Wedding Ring
Appearance: Link
Weapons: Lightsaber
Tag: Kahlil Noble Thurion Heavenshield Darth Carnifex Taeli Raaf

Always as one.

Alone, they were Jedi matched by few but together, she knew they were matched by none. Their offense and defensive was too synchronized and when one side of this unique bond faltered, the other was there to support it. So despite the struggle within her husband, Valery anchored him to the Light, and together they faced off against the Dark Lord. He was still getting used to this new form, but already so powerful.

It wouldn't be enough.

With aid from the Lion King, they continued their assault until the Wellspring itself screamed against his presence. The souls of the tormented, guided by the trio of Jedi lashed out all at once, and offered them the strength they needed to remove him. From runes created during the clash, chains of Light reached out to ensnare the Dark Lord, but Valery wasn't going to sit still and watch as he was dragged away through the portal. Not with those dark wings forming, threatening to aid the Dark Lord in what should be his exile from this realm.

The Force surged through her like an explosion, and with her hand directed towards him, Valery forced it all out into a singular attack, hoping to accelerate the process and banish him from the Wellspring.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

He scattered the spirits like leaves when they came for Him, but there were so many. With every He smote, more replaced them, an endless stream of the dead. His mouth curled into a snarl, teeth bared, as lightning leapt forth from His fingertips to tear apart the souls as they came for Him. So intense was the glow of His electrified power, that it cut deep rivets into the very stone beneath them, melting and vitrifying them simultaneously.

The first chain snapped tight around His left leg, and He was nearly thrown off-balance. He stabbed His blade into the ground, anchoring Him just long enough to reorient His stance. Then another chain tightened around His right leg, and it took all of His strength to keep standing. A third chain arose to slip-fast around His left arm, and He began to succumb to the typhoon pull of the Night Gate.

He would have been cast out then and there, but He had not come to the Wellspring alone. Shadows wreathed His body, as a pair of elegant wings sprouted from His shoulder blades. They bore Him aloft, rising up above the ground with renewed strength. It would not be enough, not even the Dark Lord was strong enough to withstand the power that had now taken hold of Him; there were none who could. But it delayed it long enough, and that was opportunity.

Reaching out with His untethered hand, the Dark Lord directed His anger not at the Jedi or the spirits; but at the Wellspring itself. Lightning lashed out, stronger than ever before, and began to strike randomly throughout the ethereal realm. If the Dark Lord could not take it for Himself, then He would do what He could to damage it for others; even at the detriment of the entire universe. Such was the depravity of Darth Carnifex, for not even the bonds which held the galaxy together could be spared from His endless hate.

"Whatever in creation exists without my knowledge," roared the Dark Lord, "Exists without my consent, so it let it be ash!"

Thurion Heavenshield | Valery Noble | Kahlil Noble | Taeli Raaf ​