Avicus DuSang
The Patron Saint of Heartache
Aboard the Plaguebringer, en route to The Pride of Sorenno
The Dark God made his way to [member="Count Morcus"]' personal ship, on board of his personal Sith Infiltrator, accompanied by his apprentice, [member="Inger Strömfire"]. Lord Sennou wore a white suit with blue silk undershirt. A white cape off of his shoulders. Inger was sent to the tailor before they left, assuring her outfit would be both appropriate and something she herself picked out. Sparking up a cigar, he took a long drag.
"Much like in primitive cultures, it's still customary for nobles to bring gifts whenever they visit another noble. Especially on a trip of both peace and friendship. The cargo hold is filled with various tapestries, a couple Zeltrosians, a brick of spice, a few boxes of cigars, and a case of wine that's over 200 years old. This Count Morcus has been making a few ripples in the pond. Ripples, as you know, can very easily turn into waves. So, we're here to make friends."
Olive fingers moved within his jacket, running along six lightsabers. "But, let us not drop our guard in the event things turn for the unfortunate, n'est-ce pas?" He gave the young noblewoman a reassuring smile, sitting back in his seat. Even in these situations, which seemed routine, he was training her. Testing her instincts. This was an exploration into the unknown, for certain.
Yellow eyes focused on the battleship as the Plaguebringer approached it. He dropped the cloak, opening a hailing frequency. "Pride of Sorenno, this is Lord Avicus DuSang du Coruscant on the Plaguebringer. I have an appointment with Count Lannis Morcus today. Requesting permission to board." Taking another long drag off of his cigar, the smoke slowly rolled out of his nostrils.
The Dark God made his way to [member="Count Morcus"]' personal ship, on board of his personal Sith Infiltrator, accompanied by his apprentice, [member="Inger Strömfire"]. Lord Sennou wore a white suit with blue silk undershirt. A white cape off of his shoulders. Inger was sent to the tailor before they left, assuring her outfit would be both appropriate and something she herself picked out. Sparking up a cigar, he took a long drag.
"Much like in primitive cultures, it's still customary for nobles to bring gifts whenever they visit another noble. Especially on a trip of both peace and friendship. The cargo hold is filled with various tapestries, a couple Zeltrosians, a brick of spice, a few boxes of cigars, and a case of wine that's over 200 years old. This Count Morcus has been making a few ripples in the pond. Ripples, as you know, can very easily turn into waves. So, we're here to make friends."
Olive fingers moved within his jacket, running along six lightsabers. "But, let us not drop our guard in the event things turn for the unfortunate, n'est-ce pas?" He gave the young noblewoman a reassuring smile, sitting back in his seat. Even in these situations, which seemed routine, he was training her. Testing her instincts. This was an exploration into the unknown, for certain.
Yellow eyes focused on the battleship as the Plaguebringer approached it. He dropped the cloak, opening a hailing frequency. "Pride of Sorenno, this is Lord Avicus DuSang du Coruscant on the Plaguebringer. I have an appointment with Count Lannis Morcus today. Requesting permission to board." Taking another long drag off of his cigar, the smoke slowly rolled out of his nostrils.