BARKHESH
UNNAMED SITH TOMB
It was dark in here, and Methuzal had no way of exiting this wretched place. He remembered bits and pieces of his past life- sealing himself inside this place in a desperate bid for survival. It hadn't worked. He did not remember how he had arrived at this planet or why he had chosen it. He didn't even remember his species, gender... Anything. Bits and pieces all. He had been a cultist of some sort. Dabbled in the dark side. He had died in here, but now he lived again. Well, figuratively speaking. Methuzal wagered his spirit had somehow grown to inhabit the various carrion worms and maggots that had gorged themselves on his corpse.
There was no indication of how much time had passed since he locked himself away. Not that it mattered, as he failed to recall almost anything that didn't pertain to him as far as Galactic history went. But Methuzal was not concerned with any of that. He was more focused on finding a way to open the heavy stone doors that barred his progress in exiting this tomb. He wanted to leave immediately. This was a dull place to remain for all of eternity. There wasn't even anything in here, save for some inscriptions that he could not read due to the gloom, some robes, and a familiar-looking staff.
Methuzal slithered from wall to wall, scraping at each surface as if there was some kind of other hidden passage from which he could escape from. It was beginning to seem hopeless, unless someone happened to stumble upon this tomb and crack it open from the outside. But that seemed like a slim chance. This was likely a remote location, otherwise whatever being had occupied his previous life wouldn't have chosen to come here, surely?
The worm that walked made a guttural sound that might have been a groan or a sigh of frustration if he hadn't been made of vermin. He continued to desperately, desperately scrape...
UNNAMED SITH TOMB
It was dark in here, and Methuzal had no way of exiting this wretched place. He remembered bits and pieces of his past life- sealing himself inside this place in a desperate bid for survival. It hadn't worked. He did not remember how he had arrived at this planet or why he had chosen it. He didn't even remember his species, gender... Anything. Bits and pieces all. He had been a cultist of some sort. Dabbled in the dark side. He had died in here, but now he lived again. Well, figuratively speaking. Methuzal wagered his spirit had somehow grown to inhabit the various carrion worms and maggots that had gorged themselves on his corpse.
There was no indication of how much time had passed since he locked himself away. Not that it mattered, as he failed to recall almost anything that didn't pertain to him as far as Galactic history went. But Methuzal was not concerned with any of that. He was more focused on finding a way to open the heavy stone doors that barred his progress in exiting this tomb. He wanted to leave immediately. This was a dull place to remain for all of eternity. There wasn't even anything in here, save for some inscriptions that he could not read due to the gloom, some robes, and a familiar-looking staff.
Methuzal slithered from wall to wall, scraping at each surface as if there was some kind of other hidden passage from which he could escape from. It was beginning to seem hopeless, unless someone happened to stumble upon this tomb and crack it open from the outside. But that seemed like a slim chance. This was likely a remote location, otherwise whatever being had occupied his previous life wouldn't have chosen to come here, surely?
The worm that walked made a guttural sound that might have been a groan or a sigh of frustration if he hadn't been made of vermin. He continued to desperately, desperately scrape...