Boethiah
Dark Messiah
Dubrillion
It wasn't a first choice world that Anja had in mind for searching her thoughts. It was a beautiful world filled with high seas and lush continents; a resort of sorts considering its place amongst the eastern fringes just beyond Mandalorian space. Dotting its surface were towering cities that attracted guests from all over the galaxy, pertaining to wealth and commerce, a fact that did not bode well with Anja Aj'Rou. The Host Lord was zealous to say the least; she was absolutely devout in her mission and The Primeval. But when she went into that place it became clear that there was something inside of her begging to be let out. There was another her that did not wish to be so devout.
She came here to reclaim her heritage and reaffirm her position as a Harbinger and Host Lord. To truly accept her place in the galaxy and lead her valiant pilgrimage into the heart of the galaxy and restore a lost place amongst their Gods.
What fate had for her on this world would reveal itself in time and perhaps it would be far more disconcerting than she thought.
Her feet guided her through a meadow of green grass along the rocky gravel-filled shore just outside one of the cities, tall structures reflected off the horizon in a Fata Morgana, causing them to look as if they were floating just above the waves in the sky. This was due to how the shore curved in a crescent shape at her distance. Her Umbaran gaze twisted at the neck back to in front of her, the bones of her back aligning with it as she continued forward towards the unknown.
It was believed that the First Prophet found his way here in exile and if this was true perhaps he left something behind.
[member="Soliael Devin Talith"]
It wasn't a first choice world that Anja had in mind for searching her thoughts. It was a beautiful world filled with high seas and lush continents; a resort of sorts considering its place amongst the eastern fringes just beyond Mandalorian space. Dotting its surface were towering cities that attracted guests from all over the galaxy, pertaining to wealth and commerce, a fact that did not bode well with Anja Aj'Rou. The Host Lord was zealous to say the least; she was absolutely devout in her mission and The Primeval. But when she went into that place it became clear that there was something inside of her begging to be let out. There was another her that did not wish to be so devout.
She came here to reclaim her heritage and reaffirm her position as a Harbinger and Host Lord. To truly accept her place in the galaxy and lead her valiant pilgrimage into the heart of the galaxy and restore a lost place amongst their Gods.
What fate had for her on this world would reveal itself in time and perhaps it would be far more disconcerting than she thought.
Her feet guided her through a meadow of green grass along the rocky gravel-filled shore just outside one of the cities, tall structures reflected off the horizon in a Fata Morgana, causing them to look as if they were floating just above the waves in the sky. This was due to how the shore curved in a crescent shape at her distance. Her Umbaran gaze twisted at the neck back to in front of her, the bones of her back aligning with it as she continued forward towards the unknown.
It was believed that the First Prophet found his way here in exile and if this was true perhaps he left something behind.
[member="Soliael Devin Talith"]