Darth Morgoth
Lord Of War
Lord Combattere
Morgoth walked among the toms of the fallen lords, the darkness emanating from every corner of the valley. He had sent a message to his apprentice to meet him here and was waiting to see if the boy would indeed make his way towards him. Finding a spot where the current seemed particularly strong he sat down to meditate, his long rancor leather robes gathering around him as his mind began to slowly sink away into the current. Gradually he began to be able to sense everything, seeing the world around him in ripples and waves, eventually he himself would start to flicker and wave. To anyone watching him his form would begin to take on a smoky appearance seemingly rippling in and out of existence. The ground bellow him would begin to slide away, slowly becoming a ball of dust whipping around him, as he pulled on the strings of the current.
Morgoth walked among the toms of the fallen lords, the darkness emanating from every corner of the valley. He had sent a message to his apprentice to meet him here and was waiting to see if the boy would indeed make his way towards him. Finding a spot where the current seemed particularly strong he sat down to meditate, his long rancor leather robes gathering around him as his mind began to slowly sink away into the current. Gradually he began to be able to sense everything, seeing the world around him in ripples and waves, eventually he himself would start to flicker and wave. To anyone watching him his form would begin to take on a smoky appearance seemingly rippling in and out of existence. The ground bellow him would begin to slide away, slowly becoming a ball of dust whipping around him, as he pulled on the strings of the current.