RC 212
HUNGRY HUNGRY HIPPO!
[member="Krest"]
Location: The Black Citadel, Morellia
The Citadel was queit today. Not a soul stirred out of place as the Emperor sat upon his throne. In his massive palm an ancient Sith spellbook. He was studying, perusing the material and sucking from it the arcane secrets of the more ancient practitioners.
His recent victory stung hung in his heart, giving him a glimmer of hope that his dream had yet to come to fruition. Lining the luxurious hall Black Knights, his premier force warriors stood in neat rows beside the stone pillars.
Each man clad in black metallic armor and carrying a blade forged of their own hands. But the armor and the swords of the ancient order were hardly match for the sabers of the modern day galaxy. As evidenced by his encounters with Sith and Jedi alike. The emperor sought to remedy this and so had called to his court a man of great mystique. A sorcerer of types, a man by the name of Krest.
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Location: The Black Citadel, Morellia
The Citadel was queit today. Not a soul stirred out of place as the Emperor sat upon his throne. In his massive palm an ancient Sith spellbook. He was studying, perusing the material and sucking from it the arcane secrets of the more ancient practitioners.
His recent victory stung hung in his heart, giving him a glimmer of hope that his dream had yet to come to fruition. Lining the luxurious hall Black Knights, his premier force warriors stood in neat rows beside the stone pillars.
Each man clad in black metallic armor and carrying a blade forged of their own hands. But the armor and the swords of the ancient order were hardly match for the sabers of the modern day galaxy. As evidenced by his encounters with Sith and Jedi alike. The emperor sought to remedy this and so had called to his court a man of great mystique. A sorcerer of types, a man by the name of Krest.
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