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Faction KORVAN [Galactic Empire / Church of the Dark Side]


KORVAN
A 'Church of the Dark Side' story

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Cademimu V, Outer Rim systems;
Located near the borders of The Diarchy;
One year after Operation Cinder (903 ABY);
St. Korvan's Cathedral, The Church of the Dark Side.




"...The sacrifice of the Imperial Despot, Ignacious Korvan, had become the stuff of legend. His final act of defiance against the Galactic Alliance soon-to-be immortalized in the annals of history. Declared the "Restorer of the Empire" by the Emperor himself, Korvan's posthumous ascension to martyrdom sent shockwaves throughout galaxy, rallying imperial loyalists from every hidden corner of Imperial Space to his cause..."
-- Excerpts describing the deceased Imperial Despot, Ignacious Korvan, on the eve of his funeral held on Cademimu V.




Cademimu laid in a state of ruination. Catastrophe had come for them in the form of Operation Cinder. What had once been a buzzing ecumenopolis and industrial centre for the Dark Empire had been turned into a crypt of despair. Piracy and criminality had brought upon the wrath of loyalists to destroy them all on the advent of the second campaign in the Core Worlds. The attackers had left behind a shell of it's former self when the work had been done. It had been a dark day. Stormtrooper helmets impaled by spear and bone were held up as monoliths upon the walkways or city streets as a reminder to the survivors of Cinder that betrayal would earn you fire. However, despite the destruction they had wrought upon the planet wide city, the Imperials had left alone one monument erected within the city limits that they had dared not to touch-- a place of worship, and reverence to the power of the Dark Side of the Force.

It is a holy place belonging to the Church of the Dark Side and the burial site for a martyr to the Imperial March upon the Stars.

Ignacious Korvan, the former Imperial Despot of the Dark Empire, sacrificed himself in a last, valiant stand against the Jedi rebellion during the first campaign to eradicate the Galactic Alliance during the Battle of Tython. This last heroic effort had earned the Dark-Imperials victory over their enemies and subsequently marked one of their earliest wins against the Jedi that would later lead to their capitulation birthing the rise and consecration of the Galactic Empire. Even today Korvan is still fresh in the minds and hearts of the Imperial forces he had gathered under his leadership. In death he remained an important figure to the cause, and the Church continued to stoke the flames of his story to inspire the Imperial advance upon the Galaxy.

A summit held on Cademimu (years before Cinder) would see Korvan posthumous ascension to martyrdom, and a declaration from the Emperor himself, who christened this fallen war hero as the 'Restorer of the Empire'. Even in death the despot continues to serve the cause. While the Galactic Emperor has retired into the darkness, and away from the public eye, his devout followers continue his work. A cathedral called St. Korvan, which had been built as a place of worship for the Church of the Dark Side, and as the burial grounds for the martyr, was now set to become the venue of a meeting between the cultists and sycophants who were steeped in mysticism, prophecy and the arcane.

The Kuati-Architect (known by church followers as Vireth) has called for a summit to be held at the St. Korvan's cathedral in the wake of the Galactic Alliance's fall. It was not a co-incidence that this place had been chosen. Indeed, the Galactic Empire has been restored, and yet, the rest of the galaxy beckons for it. Quaking in fear, and timidity, in the face of invasion, annexation and, perhaps, reclamation of territory, for it was the Prophet Sidious who had proclaimed a thousand-years of peace upon the birth of a civilization set to rule the entire galaxy. In spite of the Jedi, and all those who would stand with them-- after centuries of famine, disease and stagnation-- the Dark-Imperials have carried forth the paradigms of the one true Galactic Emperor to see the birth of a true civilization to own the stars themselves thereby fulfilling the prophecy of Darth Sidious.

Followers of the Church, as well as other villains and tyrants from across the Imperial space, were invited to attend the summit, for Vireth was set to host holy mass in worship to the Sith'ari inside St. Korvan. As dissidents from across Cademimu were gathered in prostration, alongside those who had desecrated their homes during the day of Cinder, the Architect would see those who had served Solipsis so diligently in the dark, and who revered him as a deity manifested into flesh, to begin exercising their influence on behalf of their Dark Master so that decadence, decay or subversion of the Church's truth would not set itself within the ranks of those who had defeated the Jedi rebellion, destroyed the Galactic Alliance, and now looked upon the rest of the galaxy with a desire to conquer them all as well...



 
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CADEMIMU V - CHURCH OF KORVAN
Tag Direct: Vireth Vireth | Darth Vinaze Darth Vinaze | Meliant Meliant | Thorn Thorn | St. Thomas Barran St. Thomas Barran | Sarcev Pestage Sarcev Pestage
Equipment: The Furnance | Korrûg Kuûr

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The chime of a bell rings out.

A caravan of the faithful glides through the metropolis.

A mesh of scarlet robes, featureless masks, tubes and breathing apparati, all blending into one another

A wyrm of pyre, a crowd crawling through corridors and gangways.

A congregation consecrated in Korriban incense, silhouettes and dancing shapes behind veils of drifting smoke.

Figures wave charred banners mounted on great beams of coal-black wood, swinging smoldering censers, and breathe plumes of flame.

The clink and clatter of their gilded trinkets rattles in tune of their sing-sung vows.

At the tip of the procession strides a giant clad in white linen and golden vestments.

Garbed in exotic dark furs, crowned by two massive gilded horns.

The Saint of Fire calls his flock to sermon.

Between his gleaming greaves he bears a war-bell, a massive weapon with which to smite heathens and conscribe believers, every swing, swung rife with zealous strength and indomitable devotion.

Its eerie sound courses through the town like blood through a thumbing heart,

Through shattered courtyard ruins, into bombed-out trench gutters, over craters were homes once stood, across Imperial military encampments, onto factory grounds, and into the last sleep-hubs.

The Saint of Fire beckons them all to sermon.

As he leads his congregation onward, he cannot help but consider himself cradled in a cosy nostalgia.

It all started here. Back then he had been but a lone acolyte, praying aboard Church-vessels.

Sanctifying troopers who stood in lines before their drop-pods.

Half a decade spent smuggling covert supplies from sector to sector, sheltering in Imperial remnant facilities, allowed only to whisper the name of their God-Emperor in hushed breaths, communicating through obscure signs and codes, hiding like vermin in the canals, crawling in filth among their oppressors.

Now it was their shadow that fell sternly across this planet, this sector, the Core.

Now they declared their faith to the high heavens, spread the Imperial truth to every planet, every person.

There were colonies full of them, devout believers across a hundred worlds.

An endless supply of the righteous, souls devoted to the True Sith'ari.

He had believed.

He had always believed.

And for that belief he was blessed, made better, made more.

For his god was a kind and merciful deity.

And with the strength he had been given, he would protect what they had built, stand against foes known and unknown, within and without, to see his Church guide its patrons toward the prophesied future.

As the next gong resounded, the cathedral came into view:

Jagged architecture pierced the battered landscape.

A stark monument of sharp towers and unyielding edges.

She must have chosen this place for a reason.

He pressed his flock forwards. Their numbers swelled as the converted citizens of Cademimu V came crawling forth, eager to pray to their hearts' content on this most sacred of occasions.

Brothers and sisters from across the galaxy would find themselves gathered here today in holy matrimony of faith and purpose.

It was the Church's reply to the consequence-blind lawmakers and bloated bureaucrats who served as the polished façade of the Imperial war machine.

Here, the curtains were drawn back.

Here stood the raw power that bound the Galactic Empire together.

As he came to stand before the mighty chapel-fortress of the Church of Saint Korvan, the devil-horned Darksider coiled his golden rod, ending in the massive, gleaming war-bell, and rang it out one final time to usher in the ceremony.

He was eager to bear the words of the Pariah, to hear her call to arms, to smite all those who sought them harm. Heresy was everywhere; he saw it in enemies and allies alike.

As the resonance of his final chime faded, the Saint strode through the chapel doors and entered the holy grounds.


 

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