GhostOfProtocol
The OOC One
The same slope, the sky still as blue. The same steps, a white cloud rolling overhead, almost peaceful. He'd been given a list of powers they would learn, and he'd been instructed to bring slaves with him. Those he had brought were not slaves, they'd come off there own backs, and he'd left his apprentice to lead them. His apprentice would learn as well, he'd enjoy the experience.
The old man had given his name, Darth Amberbue. An Old Sith from before the days of the One Sith, forced into his cave before Lord Mythos took over. He was never aware that Mythos had taken over, thus he'd never shown his face. Slowly, Novus took another step, his mask hiding the sweat on his face. It was a steep cliff, and he shrugged lightly.
The cliff face, he began to climb. It took time, the cliff face was steep but it also meant that they had arrived. Slowly, Novus pulled himself over the edge of the cliff, smiling to himself as he stood up. The cave entrance was dead ahead, right where it should of been.
And the old man, Darth Amerbrue was waiting.
[member="Txon Taronyu"]
The old man had given his name, Darth Amberbue. An Old Sith from before the days of the One Sith, forced into his cave before Lord Mythos took over. He was never aware that Mythos had taken over, thus he'd never shown his face. Slowly, Novus took another step, his mask hiding the sweat on his face. It was a steep cliff, and he shrugged lightly.
The cliff face, he began to climb. It took time, the cliff face was steep but it also meant that they had arrived. Slowly, Novus pulled himself over the edge of the cliff, smiling to himself as he stood up. The cave entrance was dead ahead, right where it should of been.
And the old man, Darth Amerbrue was waiting.
[member="Txon Taronyu"]