RC 212
HUNGRY HUNGRY HIPPO!
Location: The Black Citadel
Time: Shortly after the battle
[member="Alisa Kalor"]
The torches burned a bright crimson hue against the dreary gray walls of the Citadel. The halls were silent, travelled by all manner of warriors and dignitaries. Beneath the the Citadels throne room there was a dungeon. It was dark and damp, smelling of must and the filth of imprisoned folks.
Within one of those cells was a prisoner the Emperor was very much interested in.
Walking with determined pace the mighty warrior made his way down the steps and past the solid steel doors. He muttered a word of arcane power and bright light, borne of a thousand suns coalesced in his massive palm. The light enabled him to see the cob webs, the rust on the bars, and the dripping ceilings with great clarity.
He moved slowly until he reached the prisoners cell, squinting behind his faceplate, burning bright blue visor gazing down on her. His armor was gold and silver, encrusted with jewels and inscribed with runes. On his shoulder a book of ancient Sith spells. At his side a massive blade.
He stood very still, not moving, not speaking, but simply observing.
Time: Shortly after the battle
[member="Alisa Kalor"]
The torches burned a bright crimson hue against the dreary gray walls of the Citadel. The halls were silent, travelled by all manner of warriors and dignitaries. Beneath the the Citadels throne room there was a dungeon. It was dark and damp, smelling of must and the filth of imprisoned folks.
Within one of those cells was a prisoner the Emperor was very much interested in.
Walking with determined pace the mighty warrior made his way down the steps and past the solid steel doors. He muttered a word of arcane power and bright light, borne of a thousand suns coalesced in his massive palm. The light enabled him to see the cob webs, the rust on the bars, and the dripping ceilings with great clarity.
He moved slowly until he reached the prisoners cell, squinting behind his faceplate, burning bright blue visor gazing down on her. His armor was gold and silver, encrusted with jewels and inscribed with runes. On his shoulder a book of ancient Sith spells. At his side a massive blade.
He stood very still, not moving, not speaking, but simply observing.