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CASCADIAN RUINS, LOCAL TIME: 0623
Maelibus stood at the ruin steps for several moments, head tilted in an angle as if he was caught in absent minded thoughts. Golden eyes burned with a distinct sulfuric hue, staring at the forged stones and ancient power that hummed from the hollow grounds surrounding him. A path to the side would take him towards an open dirt field, likely used for walking or perhaps training grounds for the cultist' members. In the far reaches of Ryloth, these ruins were rarely visited but a few legionnaires and guardians alike had ventured to them in the past. It was rather early this morning, night sky not fully resolved as only shards of light were visible but otherwise everything surrounding them was still a fogginess of midnight blue.
He had arranged to meet another of the cultist, a Devoranium whom he had never been formally introduced however the devil-like warrior was well respected for his martial prowess and the ambitious Khaleesh hybrid wished to test his own abilities against the legionnaire. Maelibus was dressed as he usually always was, bare-chested with simple silk pants covering his lower extremities. He wore no armor on his upper body save for the traditional Khaleesh mask which was forged from a Maelibus skull, serving as his traditional racial artifact as well as only singular armored segment. Its molten gold surface contrasted with the Sith's own obsidian flesh, a mane of tawny brown hair descending from the helm to mid shoulder level.
Hands rested on the hilt of the golden war-hammer, his preferred weapon for most melees. Though as any true Sith, Maelibus' crimson lightsaber was strapped on his waist in case his opponent wished to engage in a more ruthless sparring competition.
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