Boethiah
Dark Messiah
The fires on Wayland stilled burned, the battle was over but their wars have just begun.
Amidst the smoldering ruins of what used to be a settlement, Primeval soldiers were gathering bodies and prisoners--oddly enough placed in the center of all this, tables, chairs, and freshly cooked food was laid out with no particular pattern. Gathering around the scene were the champions of the March against the Mandalorians on Wayland.
It was hard to believe that this was an army at all. The soldiers were of different cultures, styles of warfare, and some even held opposing values in some ways. Yet despite all this they've won against an enemy whose sole purpose was war itself. Anja sat in a seat at the far end of one of the many tables, Gulandi Warriors feasted amongst themselves around her as she rested her eyes.
Nearby another group of Gulandi erected several wood piles, their purposes would be revealed later... For now it was time to celebrate and feast; basking in what glories could be had and plotting revenge on what slights had been done.
Each had their own reason for being here but one common thing united them; The Primeval.
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Amidst the smoldering ruins of what used to be a settlement, Primeval soldiers were gathering bodies and prisoners--oddly enough placed in the center of all this, tables, chairs, and freshly cooked food was laid out with no particular pattern. Gathering around the scene were the champions of the March against the Mandalorians on Wayland.
It was hard to believe that this was an army at all. The soldiers were of different cultures, styles of warfare, and some even held opposing values in some ways. Yet despite all this they've won against an enemy whose sole purpose was war itself. Anja sat in a seat at the far end of one of the many tables, Gulandi Warriors feasted amongst themselves around her as she rested her eyes.
Nearby another group of Gulandi erected several wood piles, their purposes would be revealed later... For now it was time to celebrate and feast; basking in what glories could be had and plotting revenge on what slights had been done.
Each had their own reason for being here but one common thing united them; The Primeval.
[member="Zambrano the Hutt"] | [member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Boo Chiyo"] | [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] | [member="Kiber Dorn"] | [member="Damien Daemon"] | [member="Bal'gul"] | [member="Jemmila Kyrgen"] | [member="Perla Pirjo"] | [member="Kiran Vess"] | [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Kran Meelan"] | [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] | [member="Auswyn Nothrael"] | [member="Token Waters"] | [member="Ebenezer"] | [member="Orkamaat"] | [member="Jun Nez"] | The Primeval