Zambrano the Starweird
The Black Prophet of Balagoth
Anirc...
A planet on the outer-reaches of the galaxy, deep within Wild Space. So far and away from the reaches of the Chiloon Rift and its murderous Warlord... one would think. Even still, the sympathy extremist groups can gather is truly outstanding... especially when so reactionary in a truly conservative state, previously ruled by a theocracy... now ruled by anarchy.Barriers had been erected in the time following the Host Lord's death... but these barriers were nimble and constructed poorly without the leadership needed to keep the Warlords in line. Already, Warlord Ba'jurir of Echoy'la had declared independence from the Primeval regime, Belkadan soon following, and such systems as Bastion, Telos, and Muunilinst had condemned the actions of the Warlord Hutt on Dantooine and Mirial. There were other systems however, which have sat by and watched in curiosity, possibly sympathy towards the untimely revolt. Those systems included Dromund Kaas, Korriban, and Ziost... unsurprisingly the Sith triangle, among other words on the fringes of the Theocracy.
Dromund Kaas had been attacked by the Silver Sanctum and her allies in the Republic, and Galactic Alliance... decimating the Warlord's convoy and preventing an immediate subsequent massacre... and although the remainder of the fleet is in question, what isn't in question is that the Warlord had not been present for the surprise attack. This then begged the question... where had the Black Prophet gone? What became of him after his genocide?
Cradling the humanoid artifact, hung from a noose tied around his neck, with a face obscured by his customary white skull. Both hands gently caressed the dark Artifact, frost breaking with each movement of his tendrils... frost bitten to the point of having lost acid or even feeling. The L'ans Zodouist had come to this world not for massacre and mayhem, but for something completely contrary to his character...
... peace.
The presence of the Hutt in the force was obscured... it was unclear the sort of sacrifice that Host of Balagoth had procured to make the Shades that followed him possible. Whispering to it gently, weakly hunched over it as he sluggishly advanced to Yuri Academy, the Artifact remained unnervingly static.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Warlords across Primeval have received an audience with a most unnerving ambassador... a remnant of the Mirialan Genocide sent to haunt the Primeval with their message.
Regardless of allegiance, a Moot had been called for all the Warlords to assemble upon the Anircan moon of Chinlish... and those who had participated in the Genocide personally, or defended his convoy on Dromund Kaas, would be personally contacted by one of these undead Shades.
Whether or not this was a trap, the opportunity it presented in ending the civil strife within the Primeval in one fell swoop, would be too great to ignore
Though the Hutts mission was an ambiguous peace... to what end that meant for the Warlord...
... was an atrocious disparity.
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