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Invitees: [member="Cira"] [member="Vraska Yo'gand"] [member="Azal"] [member="Darth Mierin"] [member="Darth Banshee"] [member="Darth Acarus"] [member="Nulgath Zardai"] [member="Sawa Ike"] [member="Taral Mirtis"] [member="Darth Odium"] [member="Arturious Engel"] [member="Darth Praelior"]
Timeline: Following the events of the Coruscant Invasion by the Omega Protectorate
Setting: New Yuuzhan'tar. Galactic west of Confederate territory.
Objective: Ressurect the Lady Protector.
https://soundcloud.com/matt-brown-89/sets/hrosha-gul
The shores of Yuuzhan'tar.
Tsavong stepped from the transport, carrying the decaying body of Cira in his two arms. He looked down at her face, black veins trawling upon it, her skin becoming sunken and decrepit. The Dark Tyrant himself, still missing his two arms and looking rather ragged and exhausted, began continuing forward. His face was stoic, his mind set. The behemoth had gathered several followers and that of the Hand of the Dark Lord, [member="Darth Mierin"]. But ever since Coruscant, he hadn't uttered a word. The creature had sat silent by the side of the dead woman, constantly looking to her, constantly feeling for her pulse.
Waiting for a sign.
Because he had no idea what he was doing here.
Tsavong had heard only tall tales of this part of the planet. New Yuuzhan'tar was a wild, savage place - even in the most populated areas, there was mysterious, there was wild. Evolutionary chaos. This dark side of the planet, however...
Green arcs prowled upon the sky, similar to the Northern Lights.
The hour of the twilight was soon upon them.
The highest peak, during the hour of twilight. Take her there. That was the last missive sent in as vision, days ago. Tsavong only knew that he needed to go, not where he was going, or what he would be doing when he got there. One foot in front of the other, the massive beast continued his silent trek from the shores of Yuuzhan'tar's most western continent to the mountain range before them now.
From there, he had only but a day's journey to find this highest peak and whatever awaited them there.
Timeline: Following the events of the Coruscant Invasion by the Omega Protectorate
Setting: New Yuuzhan'tar. Galactic west of Confederate territory.
Objective: Ressurect the Lady Protector.
https://soundcloud.com/matt-brown-89/sets/hrosha-gul
The shores of Yuuzhan'tar.
Tsavong stepped from the transport, carrying the decaying body of Cira in his two arms. He looked down at her face, black veins trawling upon it, her skin becoming sunken and decrepit. The Dark Tyrant himself, still missing his two arms and looking rather ragged and exhausted, began continuing forward. His face was stoic, his mind set. The behemoth had gathered several followers and that of the Hand of the Dark Lord, [member="Darth Mierin"]. But ever since Coruscant, he hadn't uttered a word. The creature had sat silent by the side of the dead woman, constantly looking to her, constantly feeling for her pulse.
Waiting for a sign.
Because he had no idea what he was doing here.
Tsavong had heard only tall tales of this part of the planet. New Yuuzhan'tar was a wild, savage place - even in the most populated areas, there was mysterious, there was wild. Evolutionary chaos. This dark side of the planet, however...
Green arcs prowled upon the sky, similar to the Northern Lights.
The hour of the twilight was soon upon them.
The highest peak, during the hour of twilight. Take her there. That was the last missive sent in as vision, days ago. Tsavong only knew that he needed to go, not where he was going, or what he would be doing when he got there. One foot in front of the other, the massive beast continued his silent trek from the shores of Yuuzhan'tar's most western continent to the mountain range before them now.
From there, he had only but a day's journey to find this highest peak and whatever awaited them there.