Darth Aegis
Lord of Suffering
Eriadu, Jungle | Sharkhburz Village
Darth Aegis frequently made trips to Sharkhburz village to pickup durasteel and other materials that the village typically produces. At times, he'd even embrace the village's culture and engage in their usual festivals and customs. This trip, though... it was not to embrace their culture. In fact, Aegis was most likely going to erase it from history. As he worked on his necromancy abilities, his mind would fill with ideas on ways to use them. Today, was the day he began training a new ability. The ability to raise his victims, into his own army.
As his freighter would land outside of the village gate, he would watch as the inhabitants rushed to the gate. He'd jump out and march to the gate, holding his lightsaber in his right hand. The steel gate would slide open, and he'd walk into the village. Immediately, he'd be greeted by villagers kneeling to him.
Darth Aegis would ignite his red lightsaber, and the blade would whir outwards. The sound of this harsh ignite would make the villagers head look up at him while they remained kneeling. The shining, blazing blade would reflect in their eyes as they were struck down where they kneel. Some villagers would begin running, others hiding in their homes.
This bothered Aegis none. What he wanted was already completed. Surrounding him would be a pile of many villagers, most with heavy wounds. He'd stand in front of the pile, raising his hands. Making prayers, and harnessing the blood spilled by the sacrificed villagers to honor "Tant-te-bast", the goddess of Life, Clairvoyance, and death. The force and will of Aegis and the power of the goddess would fill the corpses of the villagers. Slowly, they would rise, with their wounds remaining.
Aegis would grin under his mask, realizing the power he now had harnessed.
Darth Aegis frequently made trips to Sharkhburz village to pickup durasteel and other materials that the village typically produces. At times, he'd even embrace the village's culture and engage in their usual festivals and customs. This trip, though... it was not to embrace their culture. In fact, Aegis was most likely going to erase it from history. As he worked on his necromancy abilities, his mind would fill with ideas on ways to use them. Today, was the day he began training a new ability. The ability to raise his victims, into his own army.
As his freighter would land outside of the village gate, he would watch as the inhabitants rushed to the gate. He'd jump out and march to the gate, holding his lightsaber in his right hand. The steel gate would slide open, and he'd walk into the village. Immediately, he'd be greeted by villagers kneeling to him.
Darth Aegis would ignite his red lightsaber, and the blade would whir outwards. The sound of this harsh ignite would make the villagers head look up at him while they remained kneeling. The shining, blazing blade would reflect in their eyes as they were struck down where they kneel. Some villagers would begin running, others hiding in their homes.
This bothered Aegis none. What he wanted was already completed. Surrounding him would be a pile of many villagers, most with heavy wounds. He'd stand in front of the pile, raising his hands. Making prayers, and harnessing the blood spilled by the sacrificed villagers to honor "Tant-te-bast", the goddess of Life, Clairvoyance, and death. The force and will of Aegis and the power of the goddess would fill the corpses of the villagers. Slowly, they would rise, with their wounds remaining.
Aegis would grin under his mask, realizing the power he now had harnessed.