Abelain Narv'uk
The Bloodseeker
[member="Kara Blackmoor"]
The city of Livien Magnus was filled with people of various species and intent. Each one shuffled by on the various walkways that criss-crossed the city. Others zoomed by on airspeeders, clouding the air with the thickness of their presence and casting a gloomy reminder of flies buzzing about a freshly killed carcass. The place had gone through many troubles throughout it's long and rough history, especially the part where an ancient ship had crashed into it and essentially destroyed the entire city and it's inhabitants. That had been the end of the proud city, yet now it stood once more, gleaming in it's newly discovered richness as people flooded into it once more.
Especially popular among the inhabitants were those that were fleeing conflicts around the galaxy, seeking refuge in the quiet place in anticipation for a better life that was not choked by the smog of interstellar warfare. There were even newly discovered riches emanating out of the city, drawing even more people as they attempted to find artifacts that had been left behind when the metal behemoth had dived from the skies and obliterated the city.
Somewhere hidden in the throng of meaningless individuals stood a blue-skinned explorer, red cape clasped against his back and flapping in the wind as airspeeders rushed by his position. The Arue'tii had naturally heard stories of the artifacts as they had filtered back into the galactic market, and he had found himself drawn to the world in hopes of finding his own treasures. Special areas had been setup by recently founded and growing companies specifically for the purpose of discovering these vital economic boosters that had given life back to the dead place.
Resting upon Abelain's side lay the Sith vibroblade that he had inherited after his servitude to his traitorous teacher, upon it were inscribed archaic symbols and words of languages lost long ago to the ages. The weapon held a certain tension to it, as though a sleeping beast ready to snap at the flesh of foes and rend them to pieces, though it lay quiet in it's slumber as of yet. Opposite that lay the barely discernible hilt of a lightsaber, resting in it's own right and awaiting the act of forced cauterization.
The walkway that Abelain stood upon was quite open, and a line of trees were planted through the direct center to give it a more natural atmosphere than would otherwise be present. The airspeeders were far ahead, flying in their own lanes and not endangering the innocents below. The sunlight was dying, casting a faint and gentle caress upon the ground and readying to give it's final crescendo in the form of a beautiful sunset. Tucked into a corner on the pathway lay a puny shack, the flickering lights of it's sign indicating it to be a location where the selling of artifacts was done.
The Arue'tii began to approach it, his chitinous 'smile' appearing and giving him a menacing and vaguely psychotic addition to his already frightening visage.
The city of Livien Magnus was filled with people of various species and intent. Each one shuffled by on the various walkways that criss-crossed the city. Others zoomed by on airspeeders, clouding the air with the thickness of their presence and casting a gloomy reminder of flies buzzing about a freshly killed carcass. The place had gone through many troubles throughout it's long and rough history, especially the part where an ancient ship had crashed into it and essentially destroyed the entire city and it's inhabitants. That had been the end of the proud city, yet now it stood once more, gleaming in it's newly discovered richness as people flooded into it once more.
Especially popular among the inhabitants were those that were fleeing conflicts around the galaxy, seeking refuge in the quiet place in anticipation for a better life that was not choked by the smog of interstellar warfare. There were even newly discovered riches emanating out of the city, drawing even more people as they attempted to find artifacts that had been left behind when the metal behemoth had dived from the skies and obliterated the city.
Somewhere hidden in the throng of meaningless individuals stood a blue-skinned explorer, red cape clasped against his back and flapping in the wind as airspeeders rushed by his position. The Arue'tii had naturally heard stories of the artifacts as they had filtered back into the galactic market, and he had found himself drawn to the world in hopes of finding his own treasures. Special areas had been setup by recently founded and growing companies specifically for the purpose of discovering these vital economic boosters that had given life back to the dead place.
Resting upon Abelain's side lay the Sith vibroblade that he had inherited after his servitude to his traitorous teacher, upon it were inscribed archaic symbols and words of languages lost long ago to the ages. The weapon held a certain tension to it, as though a sleeping beast ready to snap at the flesh of foes and rend them to pieces, though it lay quiet in it's slumber as of yet. Opposite that lay the barely discernible hilt of a lightsaber, resting in it's own right and awaiting the act of forced cauterization.
The walkway that Abelain stood upon was quite open, and a line of trees were planted through the direct center to give it a more natural atmosphere than would otherwise be present. The airspeeders were far ahead, flying in their own lanes and not endangering the innocents below. The sunlight was dying, casting a faint and gentle caress upon the ground and readying to give it's final crescendo in the form of a beautiful sunset. Tucked into a corner on the pathway lay a puny shack, the flickering lights of it's sign indicating it to be a location where the selling of artifacts was done.
The Arue'tii began to approach it, his chitinous 'smile' appearing and giving him a menacing and vaguely psychotic addition to his already frightening visage.