Royal Protector
Ever since Curtis's master had left the public eye, he had been alone. No tutoring from anyone, no new skills taught by a Dark Lord. This had led him to take matters into his own hands, which meant going off on his own in search of power, be them artifacts or shrines. And as it happened, he had heard a rumor of both in one place. The planet of Caradim, just outside of Sith jurisdiction, reportedly had an ancient temple that held a shrine of immense power. Rumour or not, Curtis had to investigate, if only to tick it off his list. He had also heard of a warrior cult that occupied the area, but hopefully he could avoid them.
Arriving on the desert world, Curtis decided to make contact with someone. This was the first time that he had done this, but he needed to make a habit of letting someone know where he was. So he sent the message, addressed to [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"], giving her his coordinates and instructions of what to do should he fail to return within good time. Of course, good time for the Sith could mean a month.
With the message sent, Curtis began to trek through the desert, using his swordstaff as a crutch to make the journey easier. He wasn't quite sure how far he would have to go, but he knew the direction, and that he was almost definitely being watched.
[member="Tathra Khaeus"]
Arriving on the desert world, Curtis decided to make contact with someone. This was the first time that he had done this, but he needed to make a habit of letting someone know where he was. So he sent the message, addressed to [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"], giving her his coordinates and instructions of what to do should he fail to return within good time. Of course, good time for the Sith could mean a month.
With the message sent, Curtis began to trek through the desert, using his swordstaff as a crutch to make the journey easier. He wasn't quite sure how far he would have to go, but he knew the direction, and that he was almost definitely being watched.
[member="Tathra Khaeus"]