Lord Commander
8/20
After the destruction of the armory silence fell upon the city only shortly interrupted by quick skirmishes that could be heard in the distance beyond the sheet of dust that covered the walled city. The palace was not holding any royal families, it was more of a central building for the populace akin to a capitol but that had once been a royal palace of what seemed an ancient line of rulers that were no more. The road to the center of the city was only a few miles from the army that marched towards the center of the city, when the dust broke with a gust of wind the massive formation of One Sith troopers and red blazing insignia were as clear as the red caped image that lead them to their victorious march. Mythos lead the army as a statement to the populace of Thracior, now he sought to address the surviving people of the city once he arrived to the palace halls.
The march was long but it was uneventful, those who survived the onslaught of the One Sith now huddled in the broken rooftops of their homes covered in the dust of war and the bodies of their defenders. It looked like a parade, a silent and bloody parade of armor and soldiers that extended as far as the eye could see... Mythos placed his eyes on the broken ziggurat in the center of the capitol as a podium. A few strides brought the Sith Lord to levitate with telekinesis and soon enough he floated to the broken pillar and placed the One Sith flag high above the monument while channeling the force through his lungs to amplify his voice to be heard throughout all the city.
"People of Thraicor... the battle is over!"
His voice boomed, the echo of every syllable reverberating through every slab and wall of the broken palace only accompanied with the roar of the consuming fire in the city armory behind him. "Take a look around you.... every one of my soldiers who in one night have swept aside every last one of your pitiful defenses once came from a world like yours..." The sound of the wind was haunting, the yellow eyes of the Sith Lord scanned about the battlefield searching for any danger that could still loom about. "Worlds that were never part f the glorious empire of the One Sith and as such fell like mound of snow upon hot plasma..." His voice became louder and louder as the force amplified his vocal chords to new heights.
"You now hide under rubble and the corpses of those you called your defenders, but i say to you that you need hide no longer... the time has come for your world to join the empire and together begin forging a new army unlike any the galaxy has every seen, rise up people of Thracior! Rise up and become the warriors you were destined to be under the flag of the One Sith!"
His speech was now accompanied by the roar of his troops in victory... Mythos granted them victory, the Atrisian Legions once again saw the fruits of their kings labor. Conquerors...
After the destruction of the armory silence fell upon the city only shortly interrupted by quick skirmishes that could be heard in the distance beyond the sheet of dust that covered the walled city. The palace was not holding any royal families, it was more of a central building for the populace akin to a capitol but that had once been a royal palace of what seemed an ancient line of rulers that were no more. The road to the center of the city was only a few miles from the army that marched towards the center of the city, when the dust broke with a gust of wind the massive formation of One Sith troopers and red blazing insignia were as clear as the red caped image that lead them to their victorious march. Mythos lead the army as a statement to the populace of Thracior, now he sought to address the surviving people of the city once he arrived to the palace halls.
The march was long but it was uneventful, those who survived the onslaught of the One Sith now huddled in the broken rooftops of their homes covered in the dust of war and the bodies of their defenders. It looked like a parade, a silent and bloody parade of armor and soldiers that extended as far as the eye could see... Mythos placed his eyes on the broken ziggurat in the center of the capitol as a podium. A few strides brought the Sith Lord to levitate with telekinesis and soon enough he floated to the broken pillar and placed the One Sith flag high above the monument while channeling the force through his lungs to amplify his voice to be heard throughout all the city.
"People of Thraicor... the battle is over!"
His voice boomed, the echo of every syllable reverberating through every slab and wall of the broken palace only accompanied with the roar of the consuming fire in the city armory behind him. "Take a look around you.... every one of my soldiers who in one night have swept aside every last one of your pitiful defenses once came from a world like yours..." The sound of the wind was haunting, the yellow eyes of the Sith Lord scanned about the battlefield searching for any danger that could still loom about. "Worlds that were never part f the glorious empire of the One Sith and as such fell like mound of snow upon hot plasma..." His voice became louder and louder as the force amplified his vocal chords to new heights.
"You now hide under rubble and the corpses of those you called your defenders, but i say to you that you need hide no longer... the time has come for your world to join the empire and together begin forging a new army unlike any the galaxy has every seen, rise up people of Thracior! Rise up and become the warriors you were destined to be under the flag of the One Sith!"
His speech was now accompanied by the roar of his troops in victory... Mythos granted them victory, the Atrisian Legions once again saw the fruits of their kings labor. Conquerors...