Vrak Nashar
Character
Rhelg
[member="Solomon Zambrano"]
Vrak pulled the cloak a bit tighter around himself, lips turning down as he looked up towards the ancient and now broken fortress.
This world stood in an almost comical state from what it had once been, fortress of Ludo Kressh and home to one of the most powerful Sith in the galaxy. Now? Now it was inhabited by lesser beings. He frowned slightly as he trudged through the snow, the broken ruin just ahead of where he was now.
From what he had been told several Sith had been spotted upon the surface of Rhelg as of late, though he knew none of their names, nor did he care. The fortress had been left untouched, and that was all that really mattered. His interest in Rhelg went only as far as it's former Master, and it seemed at the very least that history had been left untouched. He frowned slightly as he moved down the path, his lightsaber rattling at his side.
He frowned slightly.
Perhaps he should have taken some of the Massassi.
Doing so however would have been a dead give away, and he was not quite ready to reveal himself for what he was, not yet anyway. He adjusted the mask upon his face, shifting it so none of the condensation from his breath ended up on the visor.
The trek would still take several minutes, and the icy storm was beginning to pick up.
[member="Solomon Zambrano"]
Vrak pulled the cloak a bit tighter around himself, lips turning down as he looked up towards the ancient and now broken fortress.
This world stood in an almost comical state from what it had once been, fortress of Ludo Kressh and home to one of the most powerful Sith in the galaxy. Now? Now it was inhabited by lesser beings. He frowned slightly as he trudged through the snow, the broken ruin just ahead of where he was now.
From what he had been told several Sith had been spotted upon the surface of Rhelg as of late, though he knew none of their names, nor did he care. The fortress had been left untouched, and that was all that really mattered. His interest in Rhelg went only as far as it's former Master, and it seemed at the very least that history had been left untouched. He frowned slightly as he moved down the path, his lightsaber rattling at his side.
He frowned slightly.
Perhaps he should have taken some of the Massassi.
Doing so however would have been a dead give away, and he was not quite ready to reveal himself for what he was, not yet anyway. He adjusted the mask upon his face, shifting it so none of the condensation from his breath ended up on the visor.
The trek would still take several minutes, and the icy storm was beginning to pick up.