King Iedolas Solidor
Grand Duke of House Solidor
He hated waiting for others. Not because he was someone that thought they were making little of him, but because Iedolas started to think if this was the proper course of action, he always had a voice in his head to doubt about his actions and another one to doubt that one, for he always thought that this was the smartest way to survive in this wild galaxy. ‘I hope I’m right.’, staying in the throne room at the palace of Enfer sometimes felt like he could choke in his own thoughts. The Grandwarden was dead. For twenty years Grandwarden Valentine Morgenstern had lead the Order of Wardens in the Enclave, the Arkanian was a wise, eloquent, powerful male that had stood in his position for so long that he never named a proper sucesor to take on his position after he was gone. He knew how he died, the report said his heart gave out, but Iedolas knew the true, he was poisoned. The Twelve Wardens of the High Council were still debating and arguing who should take on the mantle, there were two candidates, two that he knew quite well, one was the half elzeri and half vahla, Decain Grindelwald and Seraphina Verandi, a miralukan woman with a kind heart.
Decain was a noble bastard son of the Baron Janus Grindewald, he was arrogant and too attuned with his inner darkness. He would make the Enclave become a dark side cult, or worse, for Iedolas that a male like him never could be satisfied with the wonders that life gave him. As for Seraphina, she was too light and wise, clever as a miralukan was, if elected, in no time the Enclave would become something like the new Jedi Order.
The other ten were useless, indecisive and not strong enough to make Iedolas even care. He needed to think out of the box and his wonderful business partner gave him the proper name for that. Someone strong enough to achieve that rank, someone wise and that would suit their ways, only problem was to convince that woman about that.
Decain was a noble bastard son of the Baron Janus Grindewald, he was arrogant and too attuned with his inner darkness. He would make the Enclave become a dark side cult, or worse, for Iedolas that a male like him never could be satisfied with the wonders that life gave him. As for Seraphina, she was too light and wise, clever as a miralukan was, if elected, in no time the Enclave would become something like the new Jedi Order.
The other ten were useless, indecisive and not strong enough to make Iedolas even care. He needed to think out of the box and his wonderful business partner gave him the proper name for that. Someone strong enough to achieve that rank, someone wise and that would suit their ways, only problem was to convince that woman about that.
