Darth Abyss
Eldritch
Tython, abandoned Je'daii Ruins.
Tython was living history, at least to those individuals gifted with a connection to the echoes of the past, those who just had to listen if they wanted to learn of the history that had happened there. The world had been the theater where the enteral conflict between light and dark, ashla and bogan found its beginning, in times so ancient that they timeframe dwarfed the history of sith and jedi alike.
It saddened him that the planet was now in control of the silver jedi, but while the jedi were quite fearful of the knowledge that surpassed their narrow view of the force, they rarely took the steps to take it away from the world forever. The ruins around Darth Abyss, a man of many titles, still whispered dark tales and faded memories of the first to follow the dark, and a hint of the former power still lingered between the cold, dead stone.
Normally he would have been cautious on a world ruled by his enemies, but the ruins where neither close to the jedi temple nor did they bear any importance to someone who wasn't a historian and lorekeeper like Abyss. The greatest danger he could imagine crossing his path here was a lost padawan, send out on a mission to find him or herself by facing what was left of the jedis greatest defeat. Many would argue that the light won that day, but their victory came with a price. Because they were to weak to do what would been necessary, they only banished those who fell to the dark, and those, over time, became who were now the enteral enemies of the order, the sith.
He looked like a demonic figure, his black robe ragged and old, his face hidden behind the strange wooden mask he found so many years ago. The cybernetics that replaced his right leg had a very slight red glow, but his eyes were filled by a bright yellow that pierced through the darkness of the night. Each step was absolute silent, furthering the image of an otherworldly entity haunting this place. His pale, boney fingers drifted over the stones around him, devouring the memories that surrounded them.
[member="Falius Imagun"] [member="Jost Garr"] [member="Kirill"]
Tython was living history, at least to those individuals gifted with a connection to the echoes of the past, those who just had to listen if they wanted to learn of the history that had happened there. The world had been the theater where the enteral conflict between light and dark, ashla and bogan found its beginning, in times so ancient that they timeframe dwarfed the history of sith and jedi alike.
It saddened him that the planet was now in control of the silver jedi, but while the jedi were quite fearful of the knowledge that surpassed their narrow view of the force, they rarely took the steps to take it away from the world forever. The ruins around Darth Abyss, a man of many titles, still whispered dark tales and faded memories of the first to follow the dark, and a hint of the former power still lingered between the cold, dead stone.
Normally he would have been cautious on a world ruled by his enemies, but the ruins where neither close to the jedi temple nor did they bear any importance to someone who wasn't a historian and lorekeeper like Abyss. The greatest danger he could imagine crossing his path here was a lost padawan, send out on a mission to find him or herself by facing what was left of the jedis greatest defeat. Many would argue that the light won that day, but their victory came with a price. Because they were to weak to do what would been necessary, they only banished those who fell to the dark, and those, over time, became who were now the enteral enemies of the order, the sith.
He looked like a demonic figure, his black robe ragged and old, his face hidden behind the strange wooden mask he found so many years ago. The cybernetics that replaced his right leg had a very slight red glow, but his eyes were filled by a bright yellow that pierced through the darkness of the night. Each step was absolute silent, furthering the image of an otherworldly entity haunting this place. His pale, boney fingers drifted over the stones around him, devouring the memories that surrounded them.
[member="Falius Imagun"] [member="Jost Garr"] [member="Kirill"]