Roman Antilles (TL8)
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Dathomir, Local time: 1734 pm
Vile Darkness had its limit, after all, beyond a certain point it became nothing but senseless cruelty. The sith was not known for his sympathy and had even demonstrated periods of murderous rage in the past. Though, he knew doing this would be the right thing. Especially after everything the order had been through, perhaps the nightsisters did have their uses.
The village was likely warded off against intruders and everyone knew that a single male approaching into such a center would be suicide. Roman however, showed no hesitation in his demeanor as his armored form advanced towards the epicenter. Surely his presence would raise eyebrows as well as certain hostility from the sisters, perhaps even death if he were to stir this the wrong way. Seemingly, it was as if he didn't care.
How could that be?
He knew they wanted something he had, something which belonged to them and was now finally being returned. The Sith arrived, red orbs glancing through the slits in his terrifying helm as his left hand held onto what appeared to be a series of parallel chains. The collar was placed around the neck of his prisoner, who seemingly had a dark black cloth concealing the figure. It ruffled and moved but as of yet, made no noises, almost as if it was subdued into obedience by its Sith captor.
His head rotated on a swivel before speaking and addressing those that came to face him.."Greetings...sisters"
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