T'zarna Khab
Character
Location: Secluded Temple, Aargonar
Objective: Subversion of Faith
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The planet of Aargonar had been settled hundreds of years ago, enclaves of various species calling its desert expanse their homes. Recently, it had become a refugee world for those fleeing The Mandalorian Empire's rule. This was something that T'zarna planned to use to her advantage. Many of The Empire's greatest heroes were force sensitive, meaning they were natural enemies of her hive. By infiltrating the planets on their border, she could better keep track of their expansion, and possibly grow her own ambitions.
Deep within a desert temple, T'zarna had brought together those that questioned their faith. Malleable souls whose hearts were open to the word of The Fallen Order. She would be their shepherd, a guide to the dark path.
She stood there, an imposing presence cloaked in dark robes. Her hands were raised near her bowed head, humming in unison with many other cloaked figures. Incense burned, filling the air with a minor haze of sweet smelling smoke. Censors were swung, and a bowl of pitch-black fluid sat before the cloaked woman.
"Fear is natural, but in the darkness, fear becomes our power. It is the coal that burns to produce our strength. Accept your fear, come forward and be anointed with the sacred oils."
Her voice was a rhythmic buzz, insectoid but calming in its own alien way. A line soon formed before her, and a person stepped up to her. She placed a thumb in the dark fluid, before placing it between the Twi'lek's lekku a simple smear of black on his blue flesh.
"This mark is an anointment, a sign that you have conquered your fear. Fear of the unknown, the most pervasive foe of all. With it, you shall tame your inner darkness. Use it to strengthen yourself..."
She then cast her eyes to the gathered crowd. She scanned both for threats, and for those willing to join them.
"This is what it means to be one with darkness, to be anointed..."
Objective: Subversion of Faith
Tags: <open>
The planet of Aargonar had been settled hundreds of years ago, enclaves of various species calling its desert expanse their homes. Recently, it had become a refugee world for those fleeing The Mandalorian Empire's rule. This was something that T'zarna planned to use to her advantage. Many of The Empire's greatest heroes were force sensitive, meaning they were natural enemies of her hive. By infiltrating the planets on their border, she could better keep track of their expansion, and possibly grow her own ambitions.
Deep within a desert temple, T'zarna had brought together those that questioned their faith. Malleable souls whose hearts were open to the word of The Fallen Order. She would be their shepherd, a guide to the dark path.
She stood there, an imposing presence cloaked in dark robes. Her hands were raised near her bowed head, humming in unison with many other cloaked figures. Incense burned, filling the air with a minor haze of sweet smelling smoke. Censors were swung, and a bowl of pitch-black fluid sat before the cloaked woman.
"Fear is natural, but in the darkness, fear becomes our power. It is the coal that burns to produce our strength. Accept your fear, come forward and be anointed with the sacred oils."
Her voice was a rhythmic buzz, insectoid but calming in its own alien way. A line soon formed before her, and a person stepped up to her. She placed a thumb in the dark fluid, before placing it between the Twi'lek's lekku a simple smear of black on his blue flesh.
"This mark is an anointment, a sign that you have conquered your fear. Fear of the unknown, the most pervasive foe of all. With it, you shall tame your inner darkness. Use it to strengthen yourself..."
She then cast her eyes to the gathered crowd. She scanned both for threats, and for those willing to join them.
"This is what it means to be one with darkness, to be anointed..."
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