L I B E R T Y
R O O N
Location: Castra Obsidia, Roon
Tag:
Vytal Noctura
,
Djonas Vile
,
Josiah
,
Kyyrk
, Taramaz Laurs, Mara Denko, Vereshin,
Aisha
,
Lunara Azure
,
Lonthor Moriwant
,
Tallara
,
Gerwald Lechner
,
Veronika Fleischer
,
Beric Layne
,
A'Runda
,
Alkor Centaris
+ Eli-Mae Forrest,
Celiana
,
Daxton Bane
+ Open to Eater of Worlds Survivors
Apatros had been an eye-opening experience.
The annals of history once spoke of an old Republic. One where the military turned against its Force-wielding population in a literal massacre. While accusations of corruption and treason were cited as the reasons why...one could never fully know the truth. In the present, the Knights Obsidian found themselves looking back to this ancient atrocity with a question in their minds. Was it truly treason - or was there something far more sinister at work? In the case of the Obsidian host, they too had stared the barrel of their nation's armed forces.
And while it was uncovered that an enemy of the state was ultimately responsible, the event had been the culprit behind the organization's departure from the military's supervision. Yet, though there was a solid degree of separation between the Confederate Defense Force and the Knights Obsidian, the unease yet lingered. Peace reigned for the Southern Systems, but many within the Knighthood wondered what would happen if the military turned upon them once more. Could they withstand the countless droids? Could they survive once more?
The Lord Commander was not deaf to the concerns of his people.
While the sentiment had not grown into a fervor, it was time that what remained was addressed beyond the separation. The Knighthood as a whole needed to know what the future held in store; and needed to know that there was a plan should the worst come to pass. Thus, Rience called a meeting of the Masters Council. The highest tower of the freshly-erected Castra Obsidia was opened; and for the first time, a handful of notable individuals would be welcomed to join the Council's proceedings. Exceptional Knights and Survivors of Apatros namely.
To seat them, a wide table had been prepared. Round and with many seats, beneath a chandelier illuminated via candlelight. As the appointed hour drew near, the Knights attending the meeting hall opened the doors to admit the chosen within. There was much to be settled here this day - the future itself rested in their hands.
The annals of history once spoke of an old Republic. One where the military turned against its Force-wielding population in a literal massacre. While accusations of corruption and treason were cited as the reasons why...one could never fully know the truth. In the present, the Knights Obsidian found themselves looking back to this ancient atrocity with a question in their minds. Was it truly treason - or was there something far more sinister at work? In the case of the Obsidian host, they too had stared the barrel of their nation's armed forces.
And while it was uncovered that an enemy of the state was ultimately responsible, the event had been the culprit behind the organization's departure from the military's supervision. Yet, though there was a solid degree of separation between the Confederate Defense Force and the Knights Obsidian, the unease yet lingered. Peace reigned for the Southern Systems, but many within the Knighthood wondered what would happen if the military turned upon them once more. Could they withstand the countless droids? Could they survive once more?
The Lord Commander was not deaf to the concerns of his people.
While the sentiment had not grown into a fervor, it was time that what remained was addressed beyond the separation. The Knighthood as a whole needed to know what the future held in store; and needed to know that there was a plan should the worst come to pass. Thus, Rience called a meeting of the Masters Council. The highest tower of the freshly-erected Castra Obsidia was opened; and for the first time, a handful of notable individuals would be welcomed to join the Council's proceedings. Exceptional Knights and Survivors of Apatros namely.
To seat them, a wide table had been prepared. Round and with many seats, beneath a chandelier illuminated via candlelight. As the appointed hour drew near, the Knights attending the meeting hall opened the doors to admit the chosen within. There was much to be settled here this day - the future itself rested in their hands.