Boethiah
Dark Messiah
Gulamendis had been described as an epicenter of pain and death; the world twisted in darkness and shadowed by its towering ecumenopolis. However, as hard as it may be to tell, the world has fallen into chaos. With the High King deceased, the various raiding clans and warlords amongst the Gulandi vy for power in bloody wars.
Already millions have perished in pursuit of eternal reverence, to achieve a great death in glorious battle. To slay an enemy and fall only when the last drop of blood drips. It is here on this cruel and grotesque world that Boethiah would find herself retracing lost memories in an effort to recover the past hidden within her own heart. A singular vessel descending the smog-filled clouds and slashing through thick, acidic rainfall as if the storms were drizzle.
The flash of its engines lit up the night sky like lighting strikes, and proved ignored by the people below. Far too busy killing each other to notice that outsiders have descended upon their sacred capital. "Can you feel it...?" Boethiah looks to her companion, the witch's eyes are filled with insatiable hunger. The spirit of Anja Aj'Rou within had been awoken by familiar sensations.
It is here on Gulamendis that the first Primeval Host had been truly established, and with Gulandi hordes at her back Anja Aj'Rou had invaded the galaxy. Even the might of mandalore had fallen victim to her wrath, losing countless mandalorian lives in hopeless pursuit of victory at Wayland. Now a hollow pursuit it would seem... Old enemies, much like old friends, have fallen in recent times and been replaced by husks.
[member="Aria Vale"]
Already millions have perished in pursuit of eternal reverence, to achieve a great death in glorious battle. To slay an enemy and fall only when the last drop of blood drips. It is here on this cruel and grotesque world that Boethiah would find herself retracing lost memories in an effort to recover the past hidden within her own heart. A singular vessel descending the smog-filled clouds and slashing through thick, acidic rainfall as if the storms were drizzle.
The flash of its engines lit up the night sky like lighting strikes, and proved ignored by the people below. Far too busy killing each other to notice that outsiders have descended upon their sacred capital. "Can you feel it...?" Boethiah looks to her companion, the witch's eyes are filled with insatiable hunger. The spirit of Anja Aj'Rou within had been awoken by familiar sensations.
It is here on Gulamendis that the first Primeval Host had been truly established, and with Gulandi hordes at her back Anja Aj'Rou had invaded the galaxy. Even the might of mandalore had fallen victim to her wrath, losing countless mandalorian lives in hopeless pursuit of victory at Wayland. Now a hollow pursuit it would seem... Old enemies, much like old friends, have fallen in recent times and been replaced by husks.
[member="Aria Vale"]