by Ender » Tue Nov 06, 2018 3:35 am
Lord Nygmus stands over the site of his tomb. Wearing his heavy Sith armor, runes and lines in it glowing an unearthly purple and red hue. Chanting words in an ancient tongue. Raw, aggressive emotions radiating off of him as he seemed to turn part of the planet onto itself, searching for something deeper. An altar, built and hewn from obsidian stone, clearly and cleanly cut by his lightsaber, had been erected. A sickly green glowing flame lit his face. Tremors echoed from the mountain beneath him, as his chanting increased.
What was he planning, what would happen?
This, this was a place calling out to anyone who could feel the Force.
GM - The Ashla and the Bogan, The Bendu - "All Is As The Force Wills It"