Soliath Devin Talith
Family Man
Moridin stood, calmly and patiently within the massive courtyard that sat within the middle of Kaas City. Around him was nothing and no one, the entire city seemed to have been empty. It was as if the entire world was silent. The Dreadlord had his eyes closed, the force wrapping around him like a cocoon. A smirk was upon his face, a knowing taunting smirk, though who he was taunting was difficult to say. Moridin just stood, surrounded by emptiness.
He knew something of course, something that very many people would know as well. As the Dreadlord stood alone within this courtyard upon Dromund Kaas thousands of people died. These were not Jedi that died, not Mandalorians, not Republic soldiers, not anything of the sort. The Sith were dying. Moridin's former allies, comrades, and perhaps even brothers. They were being slaughtered, one by one they were being killed in their beds. Each one would be given a message before his death, and each one would meet their end knowing that Moridin had brought it.
Moridin's smirked widened as he thought of what he was about to accomplish, as he thought of the grandeur of this move. Thousands of dead Sith, dozens of them Masters. Each of them had stood in his way, each of them had pushed against his rise to power...and yet it was all for naught.
The Dreadlord had staked his claim, he had called to the other Masters, Knights and even the Apprentices. He had tested them, pushed them, and finally he had claimed them as his own. Moridin moved to become Emperor. Through the slaughter of thousands that were standing in his way The Dreadlord sought to elevate himself above all others. It was the way of the Sith after all.
“Death comes for all of us.” The Dreadlord said quietly as he finally opened his eyes. His smirk only opened wider as he began to walk. His footsteps echoed within the courtyard, his boot steps resounding throughout the city. He made his way towards the Citadel where the council awaited him, his smirk grew. Soon he would be Emperor.
He knew something of course, something that very many people would know as well. As the Dreadlord stood alone within this courtyard upon Dromund Kaas thousands of people died. These were not Jedi that died, not Mandalorians, not Republic soldiers, not anything of the sort. The Sith were dying. Moridin's former allies, comrades, and perhaps even brothers. They were being slaughtered, one by one they were being killed in their beds. Each one would be given a message before his death, and each one would meet their end knowing that Moridin had brought it.
Moridin's smirked widened as he thought of what he was about to accomplish, as he thought of the grandeur of this move. Thousands of dead Sith, dozens of them Masters. Each of them had stood in his way, each of them had pushed against his rise to power...and yet it was all for naught.
The Dreadlord had staked his claim, he had called to the other Masters, Knights and even the Apprentices. He had tested them, pushed them, and finally he had claimed them as his own. Moridin moved to become Emperor. Through the slaughter of thousands that were standing in his way The Dreadlord sought to elevate himself above all others. It was the way of the Sith after all.
“Death comes for all of us.” The Dreadlord said quietly as he finally opened his eyes. His smirk only opened wider as he began to walk. His footsteps echoed within the courtyard, his boot steps resounding throughout the city. He made his way towards the Citadel where the council awaited him, his smirk grew. Soon he would be Emperor.