A P E X
S U N D A R I
Desert Region, Mandalore
With the passage of time came the mending of wounds. Despite grievous loss, hardship, and sorrow, the Mandalorian spirit continued to prove resilient. The fire burning with the planet's popolous was one that could never be extinguished; not by calamity and not by defeat. Even now, several months following the collapse of the Clans and the burning of their world, the Mandalorian people had begun to rebuild. With each passing day, their shattered lives were beginning to heal. With each passing day, the fire burned brighter.
Now, the inferno had reached Sundari.
Once, the midnight sphere had been laid low by quakes and fire. Once, the bustling streets had been silenced by the Calamity. Yet now, power surged through its veins. For the first time in what felt an eternity, light now shined upon the byways. There was no more quiet. There was now a symphony of joyous voices, each working together to restore the city to its former glory. And overseeing this grand Coalition was the man who called Sundari home. Before the destruction, this city was his gem; his responsibility. It was the seat of power held by the mantle Warmaster.
And now that the Mand'alor had brought their people Home, it was time that Darth Metus restored his seat, his mantle, and his might. This day, he stood before fire and coal with hammer in hand. Mighty blows were made upon redhot steel, and power flooded forth into the metal. He, along with the smiths around him, worked tirelessly to repair the shattered bio-dome walls. He, plying his craft, would see to it that no storm or quake or fire would ever lay low Sundari again. Such was within his power. Such was the gift of an Alchemist.
And so he toiled.
Hammer on metal.
The Force on Steel.
((OOC:: This is a static thread where [member="Darth Metus"] can always be found. If ever one has business with him, feel free to approach him here!))
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