The majesty of Alderaan was an impressive sight to behold. It's snow-capped mountains rose high into the sky and the valleys in between where lush, green and full of life. Anyone born here should consider themselves lucky. Today, though, that luck was about to run out. Alderaan was in the eye of Azgarn Nekkario and if he achieved his goals the idyllic world would never, ever be the same. Of course, if the master plan managed to come to fruition, the whole galaxy would change forever. The capital city of Aldera contained what Azgarn sought. It was nestled on an island in the middle of a large lake, surrounded by mountains. It was home to numerous museums, schools and other places of science and education which contained priceless artifacts that could help him bolster his quest. Azgarn needed them and the citizens of Alderaan would pay dearly if they denied his needs. He and his army moved across the still lake waters by boat. Less conspicuous than by space craft, more thematic for Azgarn's personal tastes. He wanted the Alderaanians to feel fear as he descended upon their home. Their screams would bring him pleasure like listening to jazz or classical music would to normal people. Azgarn was a powerful force user and had a flair for the dramatic so as they moved across the lake a thick, dense mist began to rise. As their boats hit the dock, the mist engulfed all of Aldera. Seeing just a few meters in front of your face would be difficult until the mist lifted, which would take some time. Azgarn's army wouldn't suffer from it too badly. The bulk of Azgarn's army was made up of abominations of his own creation. There were some that looked like decaying and diseased dogs, while the others were faceless monsters. Both obeyed his every command without question and could understand him when he and only he spoke to them. "Find the innocents and bring them back here, we will need them later; children should work fine. Kill anything and anyone else you find." The swathes of abominations fanned out at Azgarn's command. It didn't take but a few minutes for the screaming to start as the creatures found people in the streets, broke into their homes and starting killing. It was a macabre symphony that brought the cultist a sense of peace. He began to walk down the street, one of Aldera's larger museums his destination. Amidst the now dismembered and dying Alderaanians that now littered the streets, the blood beginning to pool on the sidewalks, Azgarn began to whistle a tune as he walked - a creepy and content smile spreading across his face. Spoiler: ooc notes PvP between participants is prohibited - but death is enabled. Please keep in mind that since this is an event, posting time tables will be enforced. Participants will have 36 hours to post before they timeout and are skipped. Delays or lack of opposition, intentional or otherwise, will result in a higher difficulty thread.