Leandros Solus
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Outside Keldabe, Leandros begins his journey. Bidding farewell to friends and family, he sets off with nothing but whatever weapons and rations he could carry, relying on his survivalist skills to provide everything else. Others may join him on the beginning of his pilgrimage. Along the way, the pilgrims may encounter plains beasts or something that may impede their efforts.
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This was the day.
Long has he anticipated this moment. His pack was light on supplies aside from nutrient bars, skins of water, and a bedroll. The rest of the equipment was whatever he brought on his person. Clad in his usual armor, Leandros did not particularly look like he was about to embark on the most significant journey of his life. Holstered on his person were his twin Quickdraws by his hips and his Violator on the small of his back. His beskad hung loosely from his waist and his lightsaber was cinched beside it, just in case. His rifle was slung across his body and in his hands.
Today was a momentous occasion. He bid farewell to his friends and peers – those who showed up, anyways – and was joined by other pilgrims eager to join him on his quest. There were some he was familiar with, and some he had never met. He knew that, should they all survive this journey, he would certainly get to know them quite well. They were all here for the singular purpose of strengthening their spiritual conviction and atone for their past sins. Leandros was here to atone for losing his armor to the Wrens, among other transgressions. He knew not why the others were here, but he figured their transgressions were of such importance that they felt compelled to journey to one of Mandalore’s mightiest peak.
The trek would be arduous, and many have perished on its path to the top, but those who have completed it have felt attuned to the gods in ways they previously had not felt. He would be remiss to say that he was not excited for the trip, even despite his company. The decision to take this pilgrimage was a combination of wanting to please his Mand’alor, wanting to restore his honor, and wanting the gods to know their self-assumed champion was still fervent in his belief.
Leandros stood still for a bit, waiting to see if any others would arrive to bid him farewell, as well as to meet any of the other pilgrims. This would be tough, so they must rely on each other and their gods for strength.
The first step was to travel across the vast plains to reach the desert, and he did not know what lurked beyond.
Long has he anticipated this moment. His pack was light on supplies aside from nutrient bars, skins of water, and a bedroll. The rest of the equipment was whatever he brought on his person. Clad in his usual armor, Leandros did not particularly look like he was about to embark on the most significant journey of his life. Holstered on his person were his twin Quickdraws by his hips and his Violator on the small of his back. His beskad hung loosely from his waist and his lightsaber was cinched beside it, just in case. His rifle was slung across his body and in his hands.
Today was a momentous occasion. He bid farewell to his friends and peers – those who showed up, anyways – and was joined by other pilgrims eager to join him on his quest. There were some he was familiar with, and some he had never met. He knew that, should they all survive this journey, he would certainly get to know them quite well. They were all here for the singular purpose of strengthening their spiritual conviction and atone for their past sins. Leandros was here to atone for losing his armor to the Wrens, among other transgressions. He knew not why the others were here, but he figured their transgressions were of such importance that they felt compelled to journey to one of Mandalore’s mightiest peak.
The trek would be arduous, and many have perished on its path to the top, but those who have completed it have felt attuned to the gods in ways they previously had not felt. He would be remiss to say that he was not excited for the trip, even despite his company. The decision to take this pilgrimage was a combination of wanting to please his Mand’alor, wanting to restore his honor, and wanting the gods to know their self-assumed champion was still fervent in his belief.
Leandros stood still for a bit, waiting to see if any others would arrive to bid him farewell, as well as to meet any of the other pilgrims. This would be tough, so they must rely on each other and their gods for strength.
The first step was to travel across the vast plains to reach the desert, and he did not know what lurked beyond.