P E N I T E N C E
Queen of Darkness
Z O R Y A
The inky expanse of the Onderon night was punctuated by distant fires and an even more distant cacophony. Having stabilized the situation at Fortress Kira, Zorya's journey led her to Iziz, the iconic city threatened by abominations. Once a beacon of Onderon's strength, its walls now trembled, echoes of screams and growls painting the foreboding scenario.
Zorya's silver dreads swayed in the night breeze as she scaled the citadel's walls. Why was she here? The Sith exile was a storm of contradictions. She had been betrayed, cast out, and had her very identity ripped from her, yet here she stood, driven to defend her homeworld. There was anger, yes, a need for retribution. But beneath that veneer of vengeance, there existed a desperate search for a purpose, a raison d'être, ever since her banishment.
The walls of Iziz, illuminated by arcane light, bore an unsettling scene. Eldritch horrors, unlike any beasts of legend or lore, clawed and climbed. One bore multiple, bulbous eyes that blinked asynchronously; another was a mass of writhing tentacles that seemed to writhe and whisper dark promises; a third, grotesque in its beauty, emitted an otherworldly glow, its transparent skin revealing pulsating organs within. Their origins, unclear. Their intentions, malevolent.
A deep breath drew in the scent of impending rain, intermingled with the pungency of fear. As Zorya steeled herself for the imminent conflict, there was an unexpected calm that settled in her, a momentary serenity amidst the chaos. She felt like a lone sentinel, standing against a sea of desolation. The weight of her scorched hand seemed amplified in the silence, a constant reminder of past mistakes, urging her not to falter now.
Suddenly, piercing the tranquility, a horde of Drexls soared overhead, their majestic wings slicing through the haze. Upon their backs were the Beast Riders of Onderon, a once-revered clan now rallying to protect their land. They plunged fearlessly into the writhing mass, their creatures biting, slashing, and holding the line. Their fierce loyalty to Onderon was palpable even from a distance.
Zorya's gaze roamed the parapets, searching for allies in the upcoming battle. Every face she scanned told a story - some of grim determination, others of despair, but all were unified in their resistance. Still, who among them would stand with her? She might have once been revered, but now, she was an outsider, an exile. Trust was a currency she couldn't be sure she owned.
//CPvP: Anyone can join. The more the merrier.
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Zorya's silver dreads swayed in the night breeze as she scaled the citadel's walls. Why was she here? The Sith exile was a storm of contradictions. She had been betrayed, cast out, and had her very identity ripped from her, yet here she stood, driven to defend her homeworld. There was anger, yes, a need for retribution. But beneath that veneer of vengeance, there existed a desperate search for a purpose, a raison d'être, ever since her banishment.
The walls of Iziz, illuminated by arcane light, bore an unsettling scene. Eldritch horrors, unlike any beasts of legend or lore, clawed and climbed. One bore multiple, bulbous eyes that blinked asynchronously; another was a mass of writhing tentacles that seemed to writhe and whisper dark promises; a third, grotesque in its beauty, emitted an otherworldly glow, its transparent skin revealing pulsating organs within. Their origins, unclear. Their intentions, malevolent.
A deep breath drew in the scent of impending rain, intermingled with the pungency of fear. As Zorya steeled herself for the imminent conflict, there was an unexpected calm that settled in her, a momentary serenity amidst the chaos. She felt like a lone sentinel, standing against a sea of desolation. The weight of her scorched hand seemed amplified in the silence, a constant reminder of past mistakes, urging her not to falter now.
Suddenly, piercing the tranquility, a horde of Drexls soared overhead, their majestic wings slicing through the haze. Upon their backs were the Beast Riders of Onderon, a once-revered clan now rallying to protect their land. They plunged fearlessly into the writhing mass, their creatures biting, slashing, and holding the line. Their fierce loyalty to Onderon was palpable even from a distance.
Zorya's gaze roamed the parapets, searching for allies in the upcoming battle. Every face she scanned told a story - some of grim determination, others of despair, but all were unified in their resistance. Still, who among them would stand with her? She might have once been revered, but now, she was an outsider, an exile. Trust was a currency she couldn't be sure she owned.
//CPvP: Anyone can join. The more the merrier.
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