Reyven Samoth
Grand Lord of the Tribe
He watched from a post atop the wall surrounding the temple, gazing down on the activity of the city of Tahv. Things seemed to have... progressed as he'd predicted, sadly. The rest of the galaxy was in abysmal shape. It sickened him. He would have to clear it and start from scratch. Perhaps a new inquisition. He would have to build a foundation. Warp the creatures of this planet into weapons. Forge these people into an army.
He leaned heavily against the stone that stuck up along the edge of the wall, knowing he would have opposition from all sides. It was not going to be an easy task. The galaxy was never tempered easily, though. Blood, fire, and fury would harden the reborn galaxy. Evolution of the powers would return to this galaxy, and things would be set right. It was what needed to be done.
The stink of stagnation hung heavily throughout it now, and it must be burned away.
@[member="Kinn Xarjast"] @[member="Ajona"]
He leaned heavily against the stone that stuck up along the edge of the wall, knowing he would have opposition from all sides. It was not going to be an easy task. The galaxy was never tempered easily, though. Blood, fire, and fury would harden the reborn galaxy. Evolution of the powers would return to this galaxy, and things would be set right. It was what needed to be done.
The stink of stagnation hung heavily throughout it now, and it must be burned away.
@[member="Kinn Xarjast"] @[member="Ajona"]