Onderon
Leather bound feet sunk deep into the thick mud that coated the marshlands on the southern part of Onderon. The world was as wild as it had always been, and for a time, had seemed to be the perfect hiding place. Dxun and Korriban just hadn't worked out. Heavy rain fell against the thick tree line and spattered against the gray cowl hiding a lone figure's face. He crunched through the broken brambles and pools of mud and stone. The planet itself seemed to desire that the man free before he reached the cave on the other side of the forestry. It was the only protection from the elements here.
The remains of a landspeeder lay still burning back in the clearing behind the man. Two armored corpses were still charred in their seats from the crash. IT had not been intelligent for them to try and attack whilst not knowing what he carried. Alas, the last of his thermal detonators had been wasted on those opponents, and he did not trust his lightsabers to hold back anymore marauders. News of their deaths had likely reached the town far beyond, and Graxin could only expect the worst.
To his dismay it seemed the cave only drew farther away the more he trudged on. The cold chilled the air stole the air from his lungs and froze the blood flowing through his veins. Overall, it was the emptiness that left him the worst. Not for lack of food, for he had eaten recently, but for lack of purpose. The Sith had betrayed him, he, one of their heroes. The only one who could truly reign in the Graug now, and they had ordered his execution. Were they so afraid that he may usurp the throne?
His black boot found purchase on a steep rock lying against a massive tree. Trusting it, he pushed himself up to climb further up the hill beyond, and to his surprise, his leg gave out. With a yelp heard by nothing but the tree, he tumbled down onto the muddy ground. His face his the rock, and a sharp pain forced a groan past his lips. Was this truly better than enslavement on Mytus. The former Sith and heir to the Emperor's seat turned about where he sat, and leaned back against the tree. The howling wind chilled his bones, but for the moment it was ignored.
"I was to be Emperor. My siblings were to be freed, and I would have brought about peace." He grumbled to himself. He held out two hands, and with great effort that drained the last recesses of energy from his body, formed a powerful floating fire a foot or so away from him. The rain would not put it out, and it was better to be warm and alive, than full of strength and dead.
[member="Zaren Bouqi"] [member=Cathbodua] [member="Cabur Aranar"] [member="Shalla Horizonis"] [member="Shiva Horizonis"]
Leather bound feet sunk deep into the thick mud that coated the marshlands on the southern part of Onderon. The world was as wild as it had always been, and for a time, had seemed to be the perfect hiding place. Dxun and Korriban just hadn't worked out. Heavy rain fell against the thick tree line and spattered against the gray cowl hiding a lone figure's face. He crunched through the broken brambles and pools of mud and stone. The planet itself seemed to desire that the man free before he reached the cave on the other side of the forestry. It was the only protection from the elements here.
The remains of a landspeeder lay still burning back in the clearing behind the man. Two armored corpses were still charred in their seats from the crash. IT had not been intelligent for them to try and attack whilst not knowing what he carried. Alas, the last of his thermal detonators had been wasted on those opponents, and he did not trust his lightsabers to hold back anymore marauders. News of their deaths had likely reached the town far beyond, and Graxin could only expect the worst.
To his dismay it seemed the cave only drew farther away the more he trudged on. The cold chilled the air stole the air from his lungs and froze the blood flowing through his veins. Overall, it was the emptiness that left him the worst. Not for lack of food, for he had eaten recently, but for lack of purpose. The Sith had betrayed him, he, one of their heroes. The only one who could truly reign in the Graug now, and they had ordered his execution. Were they so afraid that he may usurp the throne?
His black boot found purchase on a steep rock lying against a massive tree. Trusting it, he pushed himself up to climb further up the hill beyond, and to his surprise, his leg gave out. With a yelp heard by nothing but the tree, he tumbled down onto the muddy ground. His face his the rock, and a sharp pain forced a groan past his lips. Was this truly better than enslavement on Mytus. The former Sith and heir to the Emperor's seat turned about where he sat, and leaned back against the tree. The howling wind chilled his bones, but for the moment it was ignored.
"I was to be Emperor. My siblings were to be freed, and I would have brought about peace." He grumbled to himself. He held out two hands, and with great effort that drained the last recesses of energy from his body, formed a powerful floating fire a foot or so away from him. The rain would not put it out, and it was better to be warm and alive, than full of strength and dead.
[member="Zaren Bouqi"] [member=Cathbodua] [member="Cabur Aranar"] [member="Shalla Horizonis"] [member="Shiva Horizonis"]