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HOLLOWED FORTRESS, PRAKITH, LOCAL TIME: 0237
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Whispers and rumbles did not take long to spread, especially when it was willed by the force. Hidden away in the shadows of the galaxy, the cultists remained and continued to brew in powers and strength. Their number had begin touring the worlds in search for relics and artifacts that would further attune them with the dark side. Roman was no different and while he did not venture into the galaxy with fellow cultists, he did embark on journeys with similar goals in mind. Preferring to handle this solo, the Legionnaire traveled to the fortress world of Prakith in the late evening hours.
Nightfall had already occurred, nothing but pale light from the inner moon providing just meager visibility in an otherwise sea of midnight black. His ebony armored form glanced at the location set in his Personav, a blinking blue light indicating that he was arriving in close proximity. Navigating through the treacherous mountain terrain was difficult on its own, following a simple navigator made it that much more annoying. Nevertheless, Roman had prepared weeks for this journey and a slow rise of anxiety began to brew deeper in his belly. Perhaps it would have been better to bring a companion, after all, he was venturing into the unknown with little knowledge of his enemy.
Head tilted upwards to glance at the tall, resonating shadow of the fortress. It was crafted from an obsidian stone, faint shards of crimson light flickering from within the structure's depths along with a radiance of ongoing force energies. Whatever ritual it was, the legionnaire would be interrupting it fully. The galaxy was a large place, and seemingly descendants of the Blood Princess had been accumulating powers that served of interest to Roman. One such, their leader: The Prince. possessed a relic of substantial power, one that could perhaps spell the secrets of long forgotten Sith abilities.
Roman's armored form descended through the front entrance, making his way into tunnels layered in catacombs beneath the mountain ridges. Golden eyes scanned forth until he came onto an opening, the presence of unholy hallow surrounding him as he glanced at two hooded figures attempting a ritual. Hunter green mist flowed from their hands, as one suddenly stopped and turned his head to the newcomer with a predictable and sinister grin. Lips rolled back to expose rows of infested teeth, skin marred by dark sided corruption.
Roman remained in silence for the moment, thumb flicked on the switch of his lightsaber, bathing the room in its crimson glory. His secondary weapon, a vibrosword remained strapped across his back. Left hand opened into a claw like form, gathering and pulling the force to himself into a palm sized locus. It pulsated with his own dark power, eyes twisting and growing into a deeper yellow as he permitted the dark side to take over.
"Your highness..." Roman said, addressing the creature that had turned to glance at him...
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