Eternal Father
A thunderstorm had begun to brew upon the horizon of the capital city of Canthar, nestled against the Iron Mountains that separated the lush jungles from the barren swamplands leading to the great sea beyond. However; the natives continued on with life as if nothing was different, as they lived with the tumultuous weather of Panatha for all of their lives, and they eventually became desensitized to it. There were those that rushed inside to escape the downpour, but those were mostly young bloods and elders, the latter of which had begun to grow frail from age and they could not stand the weather as much as they could in the past. Throughout everything the regular patrols of the armored Blackblade guard never ceased, their marches echoing across the streets and squares of the expansive jungle-city, and the citizens went out of their way to constantly avoid the black-armored soldiers whenever possible.
It was not wise to upset them in any way, or get in their way.
However; the soldiers could be tolerated, but every citizen occasionally cast a wary glance in their direction, and towards the peaks of the Iron Mountains where their vile master lived in a palace of black steel and iron. Even in the gloom of the storm, the outline of the massive structure could be seen by all, and occasionally bolts of lightning would rebound off of the spires and illuminate the wicked castle.
This was Vain Hallow, the accursed keep of the Sith Lord, Kaine Zambrano, sovereign Emperor of the Pacanth Reach and all of its people. But for the past few weeks the Emperor had remained secluded in his massive keep, with only intermediates coming out to gatherings that the Emperor normally attended in person, and the explanation given for his sudden disappearance was either a dismissive hand-wave attached to the words "personal business abroad", or no reason given at all. While the Emperor had been busy with the war against the Republic in the Core Worlds, he had recently been enthralled in his newest play-thing. A creature upon which he had plucked from the world of Lianna in former Imperial space, and who had been sentences to the black cells that ran throughout the mountain beneath the castle.
The Emperor was with that creature now, prodding its flesh with his various instruments in order to gleam some knowledge of its inception, upon which had baffled him for some time. It was highly unusual for the Emperor to take such interest in a lowly creature such as this, but when he had his mind hard-set on an immediate goal or objective, there was not much that could persuade him away from his current course of action. It was during the fifth torture session that the Emperor decided to actually speak to the creature for the first time since their fateful meeting in the restaurant on Lianna.
"What are you?"
A horrible parallel to the very same question he had asked during their first meeting.
The Emperor was clad in the bare basics of clothing, a simple cloth shirt that had recently become stained with blood fresh and old, leather breeches and boots, and a pair of surgical gloves that rose up to his elbows. Normally he would assign his apothecaries and alchemists to deal with the dirty dealings such as this, but he had claimed the analysis of this one for himself, and had become very familiar with her flesh like a painter would with his canvas. He sealed up his recent intrusion into his captive's being, and began to pump adrenaline directly into her system to bring her back to consciousness.
"You continue to fascinate me, young one. The secrets of your flesh are well hidden, but they will not continue to elude me for long."
The Emperor practically spat the words at the form of [member="Abaigeal E'ron"] tethered to the cold, metal slab within the surgical ward of the dungeons beneath Vain Hallow.
It was not wise to upset them in any way, or get in their way.
However; the soldiers could be tolerated, but every citizen occasionally cast a wary glance in their direction, and towards the peaks of the Iron Mountains where their vile master lived in a palace of black steel and iron. Even in the gloom of the storm, the outline of the massive structure could be seen by all, and occasionally bolts of lightning would rebound off of the spires and illuminate the wicked castle.
This was Vain Hallow, the accursed keep of the Sith Lord, Kaine Zambrano, sovereign Emperor of the Pacanth Reach and all of its people. But for the past few weeks the Emperor had remained secluded in his massive keep, with only intermediates coming out to gatherings that the Emperor normally attended in person, and the explanation given for his sudden disappearance was either a dismissive hand-wave attached to the words "personal business abroad", or no reason given at all. While the Emperor had been busy with the war against the Republic in the Core Worlds, he had recently been enthralled in his newest play-thing. A creature upon which he had plucked from the world of Lianna in former Imperial space, and who had been sentences to the black cells that ran throughout the mountain beneath the castle.
The Emperor was with that creature now, prodding its flesh with his various instruments in order to gleam some knowledge of its inception, upon which had baffled him for some time. It was highly unusual for the Emperor to take such interest in a lowly creature such as this, but when he had his mind hard-set on an immediate goal or objective, there was not much that could persuade him away from his current course of action. It was during the fifth torture session that the Emperor decided to actually speak to the creature for the first time since their fateful meeting in the restaurant on Lianna.
"What are you?"
A horrible parallel to the very same question he had asked during their first meeting.
The Emperor was clad in the bare basics of clothing, a simple cloth shirt that had recently become stained with blood fresh and old, leather breeches and boots, and a pair of surgical gloves that rose up to his elbows. Normally he would assign his apothecaries and alchemists to deal with the dirty dealings such as this, but he had claimed the analysis of this one for himself, and had become very familiar with her flesh like a painter would with his canvas. He sealed up his recent intrusion into his captive's being, and began to pump adrenaline directly into her system to bring her back to consciousness.
"You continue to fascinate me, young one. The secrets of your flesh are well hidden, but they will not continue to elude me for long."
The Emperor practically spat the words at the form of [member="Abaigeal E'ron"] tethered to the cold, metal slab within the surgical ward of the dungeons beneath Vain Hallow.
