One standard month later—
The North Sea of Bal'demnic crashed around them in a stormy froth, but the Muun cultist Melkor Damask looked entirely unfazed. A month prior, he had begun the process of training a new apprentice, Kholvar Varaxes, and today was the day he proved himself worthy of that...
Fortress Infernum looked different during the day. The storms often came at night and weathered the island's stony shore, but during the day the sea was merely choppy and the tower looked far less menacing when it was warmed by the light of Bal'demnic's sun. However, inside the fortress, it was...
You are impatient, Melkor Damask's mentor had once said to him in the frigid wastes of Mygeeto. You see no value in learning about ship mechanics or battle droids, eldritch magicks or the healing arts. You hunger for the sorts of power you imagine to be found on the old worlds... On Moraband or...
The Infernum was almost invisible against Bal'demnic's black sky. Below, mountains rose like jagged fangs from the planet's supercontinent and on the horizon a string of lights wrapped around the largest of these like a cloud of fireflies. Melkor knew the lights to be the abode of one Amaund...
Melkor Damask braced himself as another large wave crashed down upon the crumbling ruins of the second Death Star, spraying him with a dense cloud of salty mist. The oceans of Kef Bir were much more tumultuous than the story seas on his adopted homeworld of Bal'demnic. The waves were towering...