Asharad Graush
D A N G E R O U S
Dosuun Grasslands
Some Kilometres Away From Avalonia
Primarily made out of duracrete, and surrounded by a wall of the aforementioned material, which was then encasing a perimeter of trees which held a path that led up to the front of the Sith Lord's domain.
The structure was new, there was no corruption of the Dark Side looming. There was no chill that was typical of he Dark Side of the Force, and more importantly, as was typical of A'sharad's establishments within the First Order, there were no Purebloods, or Pureblood offshoots present anywhere.
Solely his personal guard, or, auxiliary force present as security.
"Madlyn Sol," he had said over the commlink, some days ago after returning from the First Order's engagement at Barkhesh, Rutan, and Mustafar. "I want to see you." And that was that. For all his social graces, A'sharad liked to keep things short and to the point. In his mind, they were beyond the point of pleasantries and it was best to be straightforward. Naturally, with that 'request' there would've been coordinates to his home and a Holocomm frequency - one that would take her directly to his chauffeur.
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Within his study, the amber orbs of the Sith Lord glowed behind the heavy lids of the seated man in the centre of the room. In the air before him were multiple pieces of metal and crystalline objects being fitted together. It had been a long time since he had used the Force to construct a lightsaber...
He took his time.
[member="Madlyn Sol"]
Some Kilometres Away From Avalonia
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A'sharad's estate loomed in the afternoon light. Primarily made out of duracrete, and surrounded by a wall of the aforementioned material, which was then encasing a perimeter of trees which held a path that led up to the front of the Sith Lord's domain.
The structure was new, there was no corruption of the Dark Side looming. There was no chill that was typical of he Dark Side of the Force, and more importantly, as was typical of A'sharad's establishments within the First Order, there were no Purebloods, or Pureblood offshoots present anywhere.
Solely his personal guard, or, auxiliary force present as security.
"Madlyn Sol," he had said over the commlink, some days ago after returning from the First Order's engagement at Barkhesh, Rutan, and Mustafar. "I want to see you." And that was that. For all his social graces, A'sharad liked to keep things short and to the point. In his mind, they were beyond the point of pleasantries and it was best to be straightforward. Naturally, with that 'request' there would've been coordinates to his home and a Holocomm frequency - one that would take her directly to his chauffeur.
-
Within his study, the amber orbs of the Sith Lord glowed behind the heavy lids of the seated man in the centre of the room. In the air before him were multiple pieces of metal and crystalline objects being fitted together. It had been a long time since he had used the Force to construct a lightsaber...
He took his time.
[member="Madlyn Sol"]