Darth Abyss
Eldritch
The people of Malachor had done what had been least expected of them after the Resurgent Empire began the occupation of their home: They kept their heads low, relocated their shady dealings in the dark alleys and underground tunnels found all throughout the Free Cities, while avoiding conflict with the local authorities whenever possible. Not that low ranking soldiers once in a while weren't found with a slit throat after a night of drinking in the darker areas of Malachor, or that empire property wasn't victim of random vandalism and graffiti, but overall the populace had kept a low profile, openly respecting the laws placed upon them by their new rulers.
Behind closed doors there where very few good words spoken about the empire, and many missed the old rules of the Prophet, but their idealism was overshadowed by their desire to survive. But a few days ago there had been a shift. Not started randomly as it would seem from the outside, but a deliberate change that foreshadowed what was about to come. Outside of the empire's reach words had been shared, words given power by the mark of the Prophet. These words had spread like a wildfire under the population, and they all awaited a sign, a spark that would start the fire to set them free once again.
The Prophet had plotted in the shadows, gathered allies and resources, analyzed Intel from his former world and worked out a plan. Soon his black flag would rise above Malachor again.
Malachor, The Tainted City - Red Light Disrict, Warehouse
Getting back on Malachor was not as much of a challenge as the empire probably thought, at least not if you were nothing else than darkness, twisted magic and unforgiving metal. Over the course of several days the Prophet had smugglers bring parts of his metal body down into the Tainted City, waiting to be reassembled by those still truly faithful to their shadowy leader, their dark guardian and occasional bogyman. No one still openly carried the black flag, or the insignia of the Chorus but many still kept these symbols hidden below the floors and walls of their homes. The Tainted Legion had scattered, but in truth they were still there, undistinguished from the general population.
Eight agents of his Inner Eye had remained covert in the cities since the downfall, with new names, some even with new faces to keep their Prophet informed about any major events happening. At least until now. Since word had spread, they had begun to collect those members of the Legion with the right skills and the right drive to aid in the operation that would bring the power back to the people.
The plan wasn't to invade his own cities, or create an open war. Their goal was to rally the people, but not to start riots or anything else that could prompt an extreme response from the empire. Instead he took an approach inspired by the Free Spirits of the Spheres. Unrest, civil disobedience, protests and street blockades, making sure that the enemy was occupied with struggling but not failing with keeping order, giving Abyss and his allies time to lead small, surgical strikes against military targets and personal. The endgame wasn't the utter annihilation of the empire presence, but to force them into a corner, until they had to chose between leaving his world to keep their loses at the bare minimum or entering negotiations about Malachor's fate.
Cells alike those loyalists gathered in the Tainted City had formed in every of the major cities, waiting for the word of the Prophet to strike. Firewall, The Spheres, The Blessing, they all stood ready for the second day of the Free. Each of the individuals ready to lead this fight alongside him had been given a vinculum series communication ring, allowing for instant mind to mind communication that was impossible to be intercepted. With them they would be able to coordinate theirs strikes in each of the cities, making sure that the focus of empire was diverted between the various structure he had given rise to on Malachor.
The Prophet's Hour had come.
The Allies:
[member="Serenity Loveheart"] [member="Connor Harrison"] [member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Blake Morrigan"] [member="Dravis Rosilla"] [member="Avedia Lacroix"] [member="Ariealla Vareldi"]
The Enemy:
[member="Vrak Nashar"]
OOC
Behind closed doors there where very few good words spoken about the empire, and many missed the old rules of the Prophet, but their idealism was overshadowed by their desire to survive. But a few days ago there had been a shift. Not started randomly as it would seem from the outside, but a deliberate change that foreshadowed what was about to come. Outside of the empire's reach words had been shared, words given power by the mark of the Prophet. These words had spread like a wildfire under the population, and they all awaited a sign, a spark that would start the fire to set them free once again.
The Prophet had plotted in the shadows, gathered allies and resources, analyzed Intel from his former world and worked out a plan. Soon his black flag would rise above Malachor again.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pz3han5RnP0
"And I’ve risen out the grave on my accord
Still I’m caged by the pain, but I’m due reward
For all the bounties on the heads, that’s what I’m shooting for
I don’t want to win a battle just to lose the war"
"And I’ve risen out the grave on my accord
Still I’m caged by the pain, but I’m due reward
For all the bounties on the heads, that’s what I’m shooting for
I don’t want to win a battle just to lose the war"
Malachor, The Tainted City - Red Light Disrict, Warehouse
Getting back on Malachor was not as much of a challenge as the empire probably thought, at least not if you were nothing else than darkness, twisted magic and unforgiving metal. Over the course of several days the Prophet had smugglers bring parts of his metal body down into the Tainted City, waiting to be reassembled by those still truly faithful to their shadowy leader, their dark guardian and occasional bogyman. No one still openly carried the black flag, or the insignia of the Chorus but many still kept these symbols hidden below the floors and walls of their homes. The Tainted Legion had scattered, but in truth they were still there, undistinguished from the general population.
Eight agents of his Inner Eye had remained covert in the cities since the downfall, with new names, some even with new faces to keep their Prophet informed about any major events happening. At least until now. Since word had spread, they had begun to collect those members of the Legion with the right skills and the right drive to aid in the operation that would bring the power back to the people.
The plan wasn't to invade his own cities, or create an open war. Their goal was to rally the people, but not to start riots or anything else that could prompt an extreme response from the empire. Instead he took an approach inspired by the Free Spirits of the Spheres. Unrest, civil disobedience, protests and street blockades, making sure that the enemy was occupied with struggling but not failing with keeping order, giving Abyss and his allies time to lead small, surgical strikes against military targets and personal. The endgame wasn't the utter annihilation of the empire presence, but to force them into a corner, until they had to chose between leaving his world to keep their loses at the bare minimum or entering negotiations about Malachor's fate.
Cells alike those loyalists gathered in the Tainted City had formed in every of the major cities, waiting for the word of the Prophet to strike. Firewall, The Spheres, The Blessing, they all stood ready for the second day of the Free. Each of the individuals ready to lead this fight alongside him had been given a vinculum series communication ring, allowing for instant mind to mind communication that was impossible to be intercepted. With them they would be able to coordinate theirs strikes in each of the cities, making sure that the focus of empire was diverted between the various structure he had given rise to on Malachor.
The Prophet's Hour had come.
The Allies:
[member="Serenity Loveheart"] [member="Connor Harrison"] [member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Blake Morrigan"] [member="Dravis Rosilla"] [member="Avedia Lacroix"] [member="Ariealla Vareldi"]
The Enemy:
[member="Vrak Nashar"]
OOC