Darth Abyss
Eldritch
Among those that traveled through space to the outest edges of what could barely even be described as civilization anymore many tales were shared. Legends and myths of the horrors of space, of strange beings ruling in the darkest, most corrupted corners of the galaxy, of cursed pirates devouring the souls of those lost on their voyage and assassins that hunted in the name of the darkness. Little do they know that most legends are born from a far more deranged truth.
Another tale commonly told by drunken smugglers, pirates and scoundrels alike is that of Far Harbor, a hidden world claimed to be filled to the brim with unending riches, but also with dangers that no mortal man could stand against. Little do they know that most legends are born from a far more deranged truth.
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Far Harbor, World's End
It had been some time since Abyss had accepted an insect as an apprentice on the path of the sith, since a lesser being had been allowed to obtain what twisted, endless wisdom slumbered within the darkness encased in hollow steel. Darth Mara had ascended to a knight of the sith, and found her own path of spilling and drinking blood, a path of influence, power and wealth much like that of her master. Abyss had granted her freedom to walk it to the end, only occasionally emerging from the shadows to oversee and guide her growth in the dark side.
Now [member="Vereshin"], a brittle little man with a surprising talent for the arcane arts, had taken her place on the side of the Mindeater, a questionable honor many would refuse to avoid the struggle, pain and injury created through mockery and deception alike that the eldritch husk was notorious for among the other sith of the empire. While those that worked with the Prophet could only tell about the advantages of having the strange being as an ally, those that worked for often didn't lived long enough to complain.
Slowly the small shuttle was descending down on the surface of the broken world nearing World's End, a small base camp build between the toxic, radioactive wastelands in the south and the droid inflected, broken and volcanic ruins in the north. The fragile sorcerer had asked him to learn about the arcane arts, and Abyss would do his best to teach him, by throwing him into a place so terrible that Vereshin's only chance was to learn or to die.
The ramp opened, allowing the wicked figure of Abyss to step out into the cold twilight of the dead world. Two of his men began to unload the shuttle, placing two heavy bags besides two speeder bikes that would allow them to move over the surface quickly. The collection of items was topped of with a standard environment suit to guard flesh from the eroding effects of radiation, a tool a entity as Abyss no longer needed. He turned to his apprentice, looking the man up and down before allowing his voice to echo through the cold air.
"Last chance to turn back apprentice. Fragile bones will be easily be broken by the horrors of Far Harbor."
The horrible laugh of the being resounded around the metallic husk, the mockery in it impossible to miss. This what his apprentice had desired, a teacher, one that would do everything to fuel the fire of hate and passion burning inside of him with whatever method he had at his disposal.
"Now carry my bags, little one."
Another tale commonly told by drunken smugglers, pirates and scoundrels alike is that of Far Harbor, a hidden world claimed to be filled to the brim with unending riches, but also with dangers that no mortal man could stand against. Little do they know that most legends are born from a far more deranged truth.
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Far Harbor, World's End
It had been some time since Abyss had accepted an insect as an apprentice on the path of the sith, since a lesser being had been allowed to obtain what twisted, endless wisdom slumbered within the darkness encased in hollow steel. Darth Mara had ascended to a knight of the sith, and found her own path of spilling and drinking blood, a path of influence, power and wealth much like that of her master. Abyss had granted her freedom to walk it to the end, only occasionally emerging from the shadows to oversee and guide her growth in the dark side.
Now [member="Vereshin"], a brittle little man with a surprising talent for the arcane arts, had taken her place on the side of the Mindeater, a questionable honor many would refuse to avoid the struggle, pain and injury created through mockery and deception alike that the eldritch husk was notorious for among the other sith of the empire. While those that worked with the Prophet could only tell about the advantages of having the strange being as an ally, those that worked for often didn't lived long enough to complain.
Slowly the small shuttle was descending down on the surface of the broken world nearing World's End, a small base camp build between the toxic, radioactive wastelands in the south and the droid inflected, broken and volcanic ruins in the north. The fragile sorcerer had asked him to learn about the arcane arts, and Abyss would do his best to teach him, by throwing him into a place so terrible that Vereshin's only chance was to learn or to die.
The ramp opened, allowing the wicked figure of Abyss to step out into the cold twilight of the dead world. Two of his men began to unload the shuttle, placing two heavy bags besides two speeder bikes that would allow them to move over the surface quickly. The collection of items was topped of with a standard environment suit to guard flesh from the eroding effects of radiation, a tool a entity as Abyss no longer needed. He turned to his apprentice, looking the man up and down before allowing his voice to echo through the cold air.
"Last chance to turn back apprentice. Fragile bones will be easily be broken by the horrors of Far Harbor."
The horrible laugh of the being resounded around the metallic husk, the mockery in it impossible to miss. This what his apprentice had desired, a teacher, one that would do everything to fuel the fire of hate and passion burning inside of him with whatever method he had at his disposal.
"Now carry my bags, little one."