The long days of the Ouroboros Crisis had brought much change to Formos, even when it was so far removed from the conflict and from Sith space in general. While the forces of the Order of Wonosa hadn't been on the frontlines of the battles and skirmishes, they hadn't been idle either. They had raided old supply caches, struck out against distant and lone outposts, secured vital yet narrow lines of transit, all under the orders of their High Priest and his careful maneuvering.
The dust was still settling on the Crisis but Darth Strosius had left Sith space for the time being regardless. There were capable hands that he could entrust the matters of the Tsis'Kaar remnants to, but his cult? They required his personal time and attention. Not that he minded of course, it was by his design after all.
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Brothers and sisters." The masked man called out to the crowd assembled in the cathedral as he stood at the altar, his hidden gaze running over his followers and idly noting how occupied the pews were. More had gathered than usual, it seemed he really was missed after all. "
The fires of war have yet to be fully doused by the corpse 'emperor' and his servants. Much of the Sith Order is still wrapped in the throes of the Crisis, regardless of what they would pretend."
He gestured with his hands as he spoke, grand sweeping gestures that clearly did the job in helping enunciate his words if his cultist's reactions were anything to go by. "
The Pale Serpent has fallen and her nest has yet to be fully unearthed. You have all served the Dark Side well in these past few weeks, ensuring our future as the Tsis'Kaar have written their demise." One of his hands closed into a fist and for a moment it seemed as though the candles illuminating the cathedral flickered in response.
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While Empyrean and his followers tear apart the Tsis'Kaar's limping remnants, while they believe themselves to be safe and secure, while they sleep without fear of a blade in the dark, we will prepare to do what they could not." His fist slammed down on the altar suddenly as his voice rose with a burning passion. "
Liberation awaits my brothers and sisters! The unshackling of the Sith Order has begun with the death of Darth Ophidia! Let no doubt cloud your minds, let no hesitation settle in your hearts, we stand closer to the end of these years of heresy and disgrace than ever before!"
A few of the priests and cultists uttered their agreements to themselves, a small and quiet wave of '
Wonosa' echoing throughout the crowd before Darth Strosius continued. "
Soon the last of the Tsis'Kaar will either join in our march to victory, or fall by our blades like all the rest! Once the Pale Assassin's final servants have been erased, our work towards Wonosa can truly begin!" His arms spread out wide as the crowd began cheering for their High Priest, with the masked man offering a small bow of his head before striding off of the altar's podium and making his way towards the stairs leading up into the cathedral, idly brushing off the occasional priest with a nod and a small wave.
Alina Tremiru
Taeli Raaf
had taught her, when controlled. But she needed to piece the fractured parts of her history together further. Find the blank spots that made her head spin as the parts of her soul throbbed with the scars of her resurrection. It was frustrating. Infuriating. Limiting. There was only so much she could move forward to while her mind continued to keep her locked in the past.
Darth Strosius
