Shogun of Sorrow
Ruuria || Old Ruins
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Ra'a'mah
Forsaken Jungle
It was rare for Darth Nefaron to venture out alone as of late.
He'd raised hordes, molded monsters, and made preparations for a vast fleet.
Two Apprentices required his attention, and yet he found comfort in simplicity
Old temples were where his skill was honed. This would be nothing.
That being said, he had not missed the heat of these Outer Rim jungle worlds. Ruuria was somewhat friendly to the Sith, but that did not mean the terrain was agreeable to navigate. Nefaron had heard tell of a vast temple complex from the days of Revan's Empire, though it was likely that it was far older and simply reopened by the Dark Lord during his reign. It was becoming increasingly more difficult to find temples that had not been picked clean, but the Corpse Lord was rather particular in his studies. The relics that might lie tucked away were simply far too tantalizing to resist, and so the cloaked figure of the Dark Lord forced his way through thick jungle, allowing the Dark Side to guide him to his prize.TAGS ||
Ra'a'mah
Forsaken Jungle
It was rare for Darth Nefaron to venture out alone as of late.
He'd raised hordes, molded monsters, and made preparations for a vast fleet.
Two Apprentices required his attention, and yet he found comfort in simplicity
Old temples were where his skill was honed. This would be nothing.
He was rewarded. Ancient doors stood before him, cracked and nearly overtaken by the vines and roots of surrounding trees, but that was remedied by a few careful cuts from a lightsaber. Careful application of the force also allowed the Corpse Lord to get the large stone door open just enough to slip inside. He could not be sure how stable the temple was and did not wish to simply blast the doors open. The temple within was nearly pitch black, but once more, the Dark Side offered aid as a series of braziers lined the center of the temple, full of rather flammable material that was likely left by the last occupants of the temple before it was abandoned.
A blast of lightning was enough to ignite the first brazier, and the rest followed along as if responding to the use of the Dark Side after so many centuries.
Nefaron was home. Or at least as close as he could get to home.
He pressed deeper, the force calling him to press on.
He pressed deeper, the force calling him to press on.