D O M I N U S
G R O V E
Location: Kasgrove, Ardent March
Tag: Luca Ioneşti,
Fury of Aerðs
Amidst the rays of dawn did The Gloom break.
Another day had begun on the distant world of Krant. Above, a tapestry of warm colors began to stretch across the heavens - breaking the hold of night. The advance of the sun spread light, life, and warmth upon the slumbering land. So much so that even the prevalent mists rolled back for a time. In this rare window, the way towards Netra'yaim was clear. And with it, the path to Kasgrove. For the natives and infrequent visitors of the world, the verdant glade was a mystery. Most did not even know that such a place existed.
But for those privileged few, the grove was a source of opportunity.
In recent history, the master of Krant had extended this knowledge to his Knights. The Obsidian host would be welcome to set foot upon Kasgrove and to taste the fruits therein. At face value, the towering arbors were just that - trees of immense age and stature. Yet, those blessed of the Force would understand their significance at a glance. They would feel the rumblings of knowing within the wood. They would feel the presence of life, of power, of the Force within each and every trunk.
And in the mind of Darth Metus, there was no more fitting memorial for the woman who had set him upon his path. She, who at the end of her life, settled matters by uttering Zhol Kash Dinora - It is Finished. She was a dear friend, robbed of this world far too soon. She was his Master. And though death had come a lifetime ago, her memory would always remain within his heart. So long as the Sith drew breath, the Galaxy would know that Rave Merrill existed.
This day, as dawn blessed the Grove, he sat at the base of one of the trunks. Before him was a rather simple assortment of woodworking tools. About him were the simple sounds of nature, coupled with the symphony of blade upon branch. He knew not who would grace the Grove this day - but if they came, they would be more than welcome.
Another day had begun on the distant world of Krant. Above, a tapestry of warm colors began to stretch across the heavens - breaking the hold of night. The advance of the sun spread light, life, and warmth upon the slumbering land. So much so that even the prevalent mists rolled back for a time. In this rare window, the way towards Netra'yaim was clear. And with it, the path to Kasgrove. For the natives and infrequent visitors of the world, the verdant glade was a mystery. Most did not even know that such a place existed.
But for those privileged few, the grove was a source of opportunity.
In recent history, the master of Krant had extended this knowledge to his Knights. The Obsidian host would be welcome to set foot upon Kasgrove and to taste the fruits therein. At face value, the towering arbors were just that - trees of immense age and stature. Yet, those blessed of the Force would understand their significance at a glance. They would feel the rumblings of knowing within the wood. They would feel the presence of life, of power, of the Force within each and every trunk.
And in the mind of Darth Metus, there was no more fitting memorial for the woman who had set him upon his path. She, who at the end of her life, settled matters by uttering Zhol Kash Dinora - It is Finished. She was a dear friend, robbed of this world far too soon. She was his Master. And though death had come a lifetime ago, her memory would always remain within his heart. So long as the Sith drew breath, the Galaxy would know that Rave Merrill existed.
This day, as dawn blessed the Grove, he sat at the base of one of the trunks. Before him was a rather simple assortment of woodworking tools. About him were the simple sounds of nature, coupled with the symphony of blade upon branch. He knew not who would grace the Grove this day - but if they came, they would be more than welcome.
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