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This is a solo story about Despous and his return to the Sith Order. It is the beginnings of his particular story arc. If you can think of an amazing reason to be at the hidden temple of Darth Hayze then you are free to join Despous. If you do join; make sure you take a look at Entombed in Brutality to see what possibilities may await you.
I will respond approximately every 24 hours to advance the story, unless someone joins – then it will proceed like a regular thread. If you join and don’t respond in 48 hours (without letting me know) I will write you out and continue with the story. If you feel the lack of inspiration leaving you, try to drum up the last bit you have to creatively write yourself out of the story. That will save me time and undue aggravation in wondering if my thread is dying or not. :p
I will respond approximately every 24 hours to advance the story, unless someone joins – then it will proceed like a regular thread. If you join and don’t respond in 48 hours (without letting me know) I will write you out and continue with the story. If you feel the lack of inspiration leaving you, try to drum up the last bit you have to creatively write yourself out of the story. That will save me time and undue aggravation in wondering if my thread is dying or not. :p
Despous
Once again my long black cloak gently kissed and caressed the desolate, snowy plains of ancient home world of the original Sith Empire. The Darkside energies of the planet danced and played about me, enticing me to drink of their empowering nectar. It had been far too long since I had been on a planet teeming so vibrantly with the dark and sinister energies of Bogan. I opened my senses and my body to receive the succulent power that was so graciously offered to me. Unfortunately with the invigorating power, came the biting cold winds of the planet. They howled and swirled, causing my robes to snap violently behind me and my face to go numb.
Even calling upon the Force to regulate my body temperature did little against the angry and freezing winds of Ziost. I would have to become much more proficient in the use of Tapas if I was to ever attempt to brave the deadly force of nature known as Hoth. If Ziost could test the limits of my body and abilities, then Hoth would surely kill me.
My heavy booted feet came to a stop at the gapping maw of a large cavern. It was an all too familiar place. Its visage had not changed in the twelve years that we had been apart. My mind instantly travelled to the treacherous traitor, Mur’rain. She had gotten what was coming to her, but it was unfortunately not by my hands. If only I had gotten to taste her sweet lips one last time; but alas that time has passed and a new era has begun.
My heart thumped heavily in my chest, forcing more blood through my extremities; in fervent anticipation. A devious smile spread across my vermillion lips, as my charcoal eyes examined the mouth of the cave. Perhaps the tomb of Hayze had more information than his marginally useful Holocron. The Darth’s gatekeeper droned on and on about his times with the Jedi, and then proceeded to try to (rather unsuccessfully mind you) teach me the secrets of his exceedingly deadly Force Lightning. The only techniques that I managed to glean from the incessant babbler were a few abilities to protect myself from the lethal arcs of electricity; something that would have been fairly useful when encountering my first Master, all those years ago.
I cupped the Bronzium pendant, which hung from my neck, in my gloved hand; my black eyes studiously tracing its captivating lines. This mysterious trinket had been the source of my relentless motivation for the past ten years. Darth Hayze had the same amulet; nearly identical in every way. What did it mean? Had that fool Xanthus had not made off with my prize, I would surely be a lot closer to my discovery. Instead, I had to trudge back to this dreaded place; in hopes that it held some key to my query. Surely Hayze had left something about the necklace somewhere.
Once again my long black cloak gently kissed and caressed the desolate, snowy plains of ancient home world of the original Sith Empire. The Darkside energies of the planet danced and played about me, enticing me to drink of their empowering nectar. It had been far too long since I had been on a planet teeming so vibrantly with the dark and sinister energies of Bogan. I opened my senses and my body to receive the succulent power that was so graciously offered to me. Unfortunately with the invigorating power, came the biting cold winds of the planet. They howled and swirled, causing my robes to snap violently behind me and my face to go numb.
Even calling upon the Force to regulate my body temperature did little against the angry and freezing winds of Ziost. I would have to become much more proficient in the use of Tapas if I was to ever attempt to brave the deadly force of nature known as Hoth. If Ziost could test the limits of my body and abilities, then Hoth would surely kill me.
My heavy booted feet came to a stop at the gapping maw of a large cavern. It was an all too familiar place. Its visage had not changed in the twelve years that we had been apart. My mind instantly travelled to the treacherous traitor, Mur’rain. She had gotten what was coming to her, but it was unfortunately not by my hands. If only I had gotten to taste her sweet lips one last time; but alas that time has passed and a new era has begun.
My heart thumped heavily in my chest, forcing more blood through my extremities; in fervent anticipation. A devious smile spread across my vermillion lips, as my charcoal eyes examined the mouth of the cave. Perhaps the tomb of Hayze had more information than his marginally useful Holocron. The Darth’s gatekeeper droned on and on about his times with the Jedi, and then proceeded to try to (rather unsuccessfully mind you) teach me the secrets of his exceedingly deadly Force Lightning. The only techniques that I managed to glean from the incessant babbler were a few abilities to protect myself from the lethal arcs of electricity; something that would have been fairly useful when encountering my first Master, all those years ago.
I cupped the Bronzium pendant, which hung from my neck, in my gloved hand; my black eyes studiously tracing its captivating lines. This mysterious trinket had been the source of my relentless motivation for the past ten years. Darth Hayze had the same amulet; nearly identical in every way. What did it mean? Had that fool Xanthus had not made off with my prize, I would surely be a lot closer to my discovery. Instead, I had to trudge back to this dreaded place; in hopes that it held some key to my query. Surely Hayze had left something about the necklace somewhere.