Imperator
Hope. Hope is a disease.
Since the first sentient being developed consciousness, hope has been the guiding beacon that has driven life to thrive, to continue on in a galaxy full of terrors. The force culminated this idea, and yet it could not help but ensure hope had a dark reflection, one that lingered in the minds of every single living being.
Despair.
It was the death of hope. It was the birth of fear.
These ideals are eternally at war, one not able to fully eclipse the other, even as the force itself divides between light and dark, and so were born the Sith and the Jedi. Endless death, endless slaughter, all contributing to the endless cycle that guides the galaxy ever onward.
At the core of it, this is the crux of what the Dzara believe. Chain within the tongue of the High Sith, in reference to the unity of its members. The Dzara will end the cycle. They will bring an end to hope. Gorged fat upon the dreams of the hapless ilk that stands in their way.
Those notable members who form up the beating black heart of the Dzara itself beyond the faceless fiends that pad its military might are dubbed Dream Eaters. Those who will bring forth the endless nightmare.
The death of hope and the murder of dreams come from the darkness, slinking and scuttling in all the dark and wretched places of the Sith's dominion and beyond.
The Dread Triad of the Dzara
Darth Nefaron
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Helix
, and Lirka Ka with their gluttonous declaration to see the Galaxy bound by terror brought by those Sith who are their betters. This belief allowed for the unity within these disparate elements of the Sith that ended up formulating the links within the Chain, with that ultimate understanding that the knife in the dark is the penultimate tool to bring forth a Galaxy shackled by their own terror, when the oppressor lurks within every corner, and even the blackness of one's own mind is not an escape. It is with this belief in mind that the Dzara's Dream Eaters have pushed forth to secure their place within the void left, coming forth from the Dread Lord's citadel upon Anoat these black-hearted assassins and other servants of terror are ruthlessly trained to embrace the primal evil that lays nestled within all of the Strong. As is the way of the Sith, power must be taken, earned in bloodshed to be absorbed within oneself. The Dream-Eaters are the most wretched of predators, hounds that prowl in the deep of night to gorge themselves upon those who are foolish enough to hope, and when victory has been had, to raise the black banners beneath the skies of bloody crimson.
Oft recusants, the Dream-Eaters are born within the Dzara's black citadels littered across the Galaxy, staging grounds and prisons alike so that the truly repugnant can be gifted with foul purpose as they are imbued with the unnatural powers that have been harnessed by the Triad's perversions of the living force: a chance to join among these chainbound brothers and sisters as they so gladly march towards damnation to secure their rightful control of the Galaxy's peons.