Yoru Shakou
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Snow swept wind tore about his head as he stood upon the side of the mountain overlooking the old fortress. It had been many years since it was last used, or at least since anyone of any real claim to it had been there. The signs of its last stand from so many years ago still graced it, as shuttles that had been down lain strewn about the mountains. The main road still covered in debris and the remains of artillery littered a small hill not too far from the fortress.
The main gate was still left slightly opened, unable to close completely from damage sustained and now from a small snow drift that blocked it in. The lower path was covered in armor and bits of metal and droids left to rot or otherwise forgotten. The interior was still torn apart, left untouched since the fortress held out, and their Omega Protectorate allies had taken the world at their behest to ensure their orders place.
Though that Order had since fallen into the shadows, the members spread out and left across the Galaxy. The ancient banner left tattered as it lay upon the ground. Stepping forward he leaned down on a knee, lifting up the old banner and planting it back into the deep snow. Blue-grey eyes watching as they slowly scanned the old fortress.
"Left forgotten all these years. An Order that is scattered across the Stars."
Speaking softly before he stepped forward, his hand pressing against the gate as he pushed it opened. He had shed his old armor, taking up the raiment of the Blackwood Patriarchs. Stepping into the lower court, his mind flashed back to the sounds of blades clashing and fists pressing into flesh. The sounds of foot steps moving across the yards of the tiered structure.
Looking up he could see the images of the Knights of Kal'Shebbol moving about their daily duties. Stepping forward, he pushed towards the old memorial, his eyes falling upon the structure that was covered in holes, and otherwise left forgotten. The doors lay upon the ground and inside the name plates still graced the inner walls, though many of the names were covered in soot, grime or otherwise frozen over. For him it was remembering back to those that had followed him, and now he walked among the bones and souls of those that had fallen.