CholmisTyr
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- Jan 22, 2017
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Tund
Humid winds carved their way through the jungle from the east, disturbing deep trees that slouched in an almost exhausted fashion, leaves heavy as if plagued by some degree of fatigue. Nettles and weeds of the thorny variety webbed their way through the underbrush, and often snagged an unwary beast that crept between the thick stitching of the forest in search of prey or shelter. The nettles and predators and trees of the wilderness had something in common though, and that was an aversion to a place of unholy descent. That place was the Black Basilica, and its dark, sheer faces were what Cholmis Tyr had come to find.
Cholmis' mask was cruel, even when it shone in the hues of Tund's burning sky, and it had been the main factor behind the punctuality of his pilot, for there weren't many that didn't crumble beneath its glare. Long robings of muted color covered a gilded cuirass, and its hem whispered a forbidden song to the damp soils below. The Sith moved gracefully, and though the jungle was thick, neither root nor branch dared inhibit the fanatical creature that drifted through it. Cholmis' mind had been racing since touchdown, plagued by questions and a knot of anticipation he rarely felt outside of his studies, and its climbing tingle urged him on all the faster.
Corrupted eyes and their molten crux soon found purchase in a small clearing, and though every sight was unique on this world, this one conquered all shamelessly. The Black Basilica and its foreboding walls was a paradise for Cholmis, glinting walls as tempting for the Sith as the curves of a woman was for a man, and it was at its entrance that he took pause to revel. Tempered by new zeal and - in his eyes - the worthiness of a king, it was the eddies of Cholmis' convictions that drove him inside to meet whatever stirred in the belly of the church.