Sylas Frost
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- Joined
- Dec 22, 2017
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Tatooine
It had only been about a few months since Sylas fled the Jedi Order and made contact with the Exiles. The first sect he made contact with were the assassins who he immediately gravitated towards. Striking from the shadows seemed like the smartest idea and eradicating the Jedi sounded like a good idea as any. Except for...no. There would be no exceptions. Either she would join their cause or die like the rest. He quickly dismissed the thought from his mind as he continued through the desert, wearing his black cloak.
He left Mos Eisley as dusk to begin his search for the Jedi. His contact in the city told him that the Jedi would be to the east, most likely, as that was the direction he was last seen headed in. The Jedi had arrived a few hours ahead of him, so going after him on foot would allow him to catch up eventually, especially if the Jedi was set up for the night.
Sylas's target was a former master that he had met on multiple occasions. Though Sylas considered the man's title to be more formal than anything. The Jedi had only recently attained his rank and his dueling skills weren't a match for most knights. He was however very wise, as far as Jedi went, which even Sylas had to admit. Maybe he realized the error of their ways and wished to seek atonement in the harsh deserts, but that was hardly likely. When Sylas looked up, he saw a glimmer of light in the distance...a possible campfire. With his prey in sight, Sylas cracked a smile and continued his trek through the desert, eager to take his target out.
@Hugh Capet