Darth Keres

Equipment | In Bio
Location | Coruscant Lower levels
Tag | Open
Within the deepest bowels of the planet, there was a spreading sickness. Not in the sense of a feverish fit, not some foul pox that rotted the flesh.. But a shadowy influence that had been growing like a cancer. The source? The master of dead Yalara, the blossoming goddess of nightmare.
And with the wars on many fronts, it would be impossible for the city to cut out this cancer. Report after report had reached the Jedi temple about strange cults deep within the impoverished depths of Coruscant, beggars and paupers aplenty had sought guidance and protection, and the ever reaching hands of the nightmare were always eager to shelter them within their grasp.
Late within the night many souls had amassed, rows upon rows of blacked garbed cultists stood in prayer. This area had been almost fully indoctrinated into worshiping the goddess of nightmare, and by the power of their fanatic faith had grown into a disturbance that echoed throughout the night.
A shrine dedicated to the goddess served as a catalyst, their praise being channeled into it, the power being fed. Any who grew close enough to hear their fervent prayers to their despot goddess would feel a sense of unease from the longest distance, with the feeling growing stronger and evolving into a primal fear as you grew closer.
Stealth was almost impossible, the dark corners and higher places of the district polluted with her own Sith spawn. These creatures of the night stalked and swarmed any hostile targets...
This feast of prayer welcomed others to join, either to help protect this large cult as they did their mass, or to join in and welcome the blessings of nightmare. For any darksider within the ritual site would be able to feed off the disturbance here, able to nurture their power.. A blessing the blossoming goddess was willing to provide.