Avicus DuSang
The Patron Saint of Heartache
Dxun
The jungle moon of Onderon was infamous. Not only did death await you at every corner, but it held a long standing history with both the Mandalorians and the Sith. The Dark God relished places like this. Not only did every rock and tree hold a story to be told, but there were countless relics forgotten by time hidden in the jungle.
The Plaguebringer landed in a clearing, the ship powering down her engines. As Lord Sennou departed the ship, the Plaguebringer's cloak activated, rendering the ship invisible. He wore black pants, a black sleeveless shirt, and combat boots. On his belt, six sabers hung. On his back was a large bag that held supplies and maps.
He was here to meet an old friend. There were many souls in the Galaxy and the depths of Chaos he called allies. Dawn was slowly creeping over the horizon. Sparking up a cigarette, he took a long drag. This trip should prove to be interesting.
The jungle moon of Onderon was infamous. Not only did death await you at every corner, but it held a long standing history with both the Mandalorians and the Sith. The Dark God relished places like this. Not only did every rock and tree hold a story to be told, but there were countless relics forgotten by time hidden in the jungle.
The Plaguebringer landed in a clearing, the ship powering down her engines. As Lord Sennou departed the ship, the Plaguebringer's cloak activated, rendering the ship invisible. He wore black pants, a black sleeveless shirt, and combat boots. On his belt, six sabers hung. On his back was a large bag that held supplies and maps.
He was here to meet an old friend. There were many souls in the Galaxy and the depths of Chaos he called allies. Dawn was slowly creeping over the horizon. Sparking up a cigarette, he took a long drag. This trip should prove to be interesting.