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"Achieve victory, or accept death.."
Kar'in boomed over the gathering of nightbrothers. Young adult males stood in a massive throng below his podium, staring up at their chieftain with wide eyes. Some were discomforted. Most were determined. Today, they would be undergoing a selection trial. One of the females had come into their village late last night, and proclaimed her intentions. The chieftain had summoned the young males at the following morning.
"Lady Ras has room for only one suitor. She has prepared trials for you. Most of you will be terribly wounded. Some will die. Such is the way of life." Kar'in continued. The elder Zabrak stood well over six feet in height, and hosted a yellow skin coloration rimmed by black tattoos. Beady gray eyes stared down at those before him. "The first of these trial shall be the test of blades. Take what you will, and enter the maze."
Kas'in stepped down from his podium. Anderit breathed a heavy sigh. He knew the tests were coming, but so early? Surely they should have been allowed time to eat, at the very least?
"I don't like this Zared," he mumbled, "I've heard some things about Ras. They call her Sith. One of the great demons."
The men around him filed out toward the weapon racks. Anderit clung to his war glaive. He'd practiced through the night; with some luck he might manage to defend himself accordingly. The men would be ushered into the maze soon.
"What do you make of her?"
[member="Zared Rinaren"]
Kar'in boomed over the gathering of nightbrothers. Young adult males stood in a massive throng below his podium, staring up at their chieftain with wide eyes. Some were discomforted. Most were determined. Today, they would be undergoing a selection trial. One of the females had come into their village late last night, and proclaimed her intentions. The chieftain had summoned the young males at the following morning.
"Lady Ras has room for only one suitor. She has prepared trials for you. Most of you will be terribly wounded. Some will die. Such is the way of life." Kar'in continued. The elder Zabrak stood well over six feet in height, and hosted a yellow skin coloration rimmed by black tattoos. Beady gray eyes stared down at those before him. "The first of these trial shall be the test of blades. Take what you will, and enter the maze."
Kas'in stepped down from his podium. Anderit breathed a heavy sigh. He knew the tests were coming, but so early? Surely they should have been allowed time to eat, at the very least?
"I don't like this Zared," he mumbled, "I've heard some things about Ras. They call her Sith. One of the great demons."
The men around him filed out toward the weapon racks. Anderit clung to his war glaive. He'd practiced through the night; with some luck he might manage to defend himself accordingly. The men would be ushered into the maze soon.
"What do you make of her?"
[member="Zared Rinaren"]