A mysterious planet in Sith Space
It was like a century long nap. She had gone to sleep in a stasis chamber, unaware of the goings on around her, and woken up unscathed. Some had broken into the chamber that was lined with her army, myriads of stone soldiers all lined up like dominoes. They had liberated those made of clay, flesh and bone. But not her. She had failed.
Vehanv had never been trained thoroughly in the dark arts, only as a fighter for The Guardians. Those that were in the army that had been stolen from her. As it happened, this unfortunate gap in her arsenal meant she was victim to the ancient ways of The Sith. But, before she had returned to her unfortunate stasis, she had promised herself that she would learn them. She would learn them, and master them. That army would be hers once more.
For the time being, however, she was a shadow in the darkness. Contained in the same chamber that had been her coffin for centuries on a strange rocky planet; sucks to have to be reborn twice. When she rose for the second time in her slow-smouldering rage, she would be sure it would be the last time.
If she were awake to look at the desolation of the once filled cavernous space, her dark gaze would have been greeted by nothing but blackness and barrenness. The location was desolate, save for the tendrils of dust that rolled about the floor. Perhaps these bits of dust were an accumulation of the lost souls from her army, curling along the concrete to stay as alive in her mind as possible.
@[member="Thyrian Ashborn"]