Andraste
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- Dec 22, 2017
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To say that Andraste was disappointed was an understatement. She had known Malos since he had been Malthazar, and he had been by her side from the very beginning of when she sought to turn the Exiles into something better. That had been when she had been Alais, and before she had made a name for herself. Nayeli was a newer face, but she had proven herself time and time again and rapidly rose through the ranks of the Sith. Andraste wouldn’t have been the least bit surprised if she saw Nayeli on her council, as the woman had tremendous ambition and had built out her own little kingdom.
And now, they were both gone. The council seat remained empty and the Empire took a heavy blow with the loss of two elite members of the Order. Their bodies had been flown to Moraband, to the Valley of the Dark Lords. It was the highest honor offered to Sith, and both Nayeli and Malos had proven themselves enough to earn their place here. The sun was high and the sands were hot, and the valley stretched out before them.
Sith weren’t known for elaborate funerals like Jedi, but Andraste deemed these two worthy to attend their final resting. Their bodies would be buried into the catacombs here, and they would be commemorated for their life’s accomplishments within the Sith Order. Andraste wore a black, formal dress for the occasion and she invited anyone that would like to attend to join her as they bid their final farewell to two great names.
“May you forever live on within the Force, and may it forever guide you to your eternal freedom into a world unchained,” Andraste spoke fragments of the Sith Code as she watched the coffins being lowered into the spaces built for them. They would not be buried together by any means, but they had their individual plaques and tombs. It was a simple ceremony, and Andraste stood silently in mourning, giving them the respect and honor they deserved.
@Cazar @The Matt