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Von sat, with hands cuffed, in a room waiting for the Warlord to arrive. Von had been brought here to Ziost following his encounter with the a Sith Nez Peron. Thinking back to that day filled him with rage, sadness, and determination. He was thrown into the trials against his will. He survived of course, though he had several new cuts, burns, and bruises to remember them by. He honestly didn't know why the Warlord wanted to talk to him, though he figured it something to do with his actions after the trials. He immediately tried to escape upon their completion and shouted that he wouldn't be held here by the karking sith. He chuckled a bit, though there was no mirth in it. He meant those words. He wouldn't be held here by these people who murdered both his families. He didn't even know if his sister was ok.
He looked around the room, it was pretty sparse. Just a table, 2 chairs, and a door; behind which stood 2 well armed guards. He thought of any possiblites to escape. He could slip try and slip his shock cuffs if he could take the pain, wait for the warlord to show then take him as a hostage. He threw that plan out as he doubted he'd be much use after the shockcuffs did their job. Before he could think more, the man he'd been waiting for walked in. Arkon Ral.
@Saul
He looked around the room, it was pretty sparse. Just a table, 2 chairs, and a door; behind which stood 2 well armed guards. He thought of any possiblites to escape. He could slip try and slip his shock cuffs if he could take the pain, wait for the warlord to show then take him as a hostage. He threw that plan out as he doubted he'd be much use after the shockcuffs did their job. Before he could think more, the man he'd been waiting for walked in. Arkon Ral.
@Saul