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DROMUND KAAS
SEAT OF THE DARK LORD
KAAS CITY CITADEL
SEAT OF THE DARK LORD
KAAS CITY CITADEL
Lightning crackled as it always did over Dromund Kaas. The stormy sky was pitch black, basking in the everpresent power of the Dark Side. It was a place of malice and raw power, and it was the home of the Dark Council. Over the past five years, Darth Cain had meticulously monitored and groomed the next generation of Darths. Those who would be unflaggingly loyal to the Empire and it's greater task, of uplifting the Dark Side and spreading it's shadow throughout the Galaxy. Now the time had finally come to finally establish this new Dark Council.
The Dark Lord of the Sith had called upon the most promising of his students to Dromund Kaas, among them, one would be chosen to be leveled with the title of Darth and reborn as a Dark Councillor. This same person would be instilled with the rank of Grand Inquisitor and be given chief authority among the Inquisition. They would be his hand against heresy and his weapon against the Jedi.
Within the depths of those sheer black walls and high up in the farthest reaches of the Citadel. Darth Cain sat on his throne amidst a small cadre of high priests, all of their heads hung and swaying left and right, chanting prayers and spells. He had thrown away his guise as Wake Olpierr for the time being, cast aside like a ragged set of clothing. Cain sat as a towering dark figure that seemed to be made of stone, six eyes burned out from a bald gray head. The crystaline growths on his body had completely encased his skin making him not unlike a statue after having smoothed out. His mouth stretched across his face and the needle like teeth that had been there now appeared to be carved cleanly out of his form.
The hard surface of his fingers scraped against the arm of his throne as he tapped them, his head leaned back and his chest unmoving. He wondered, for a moment, if he was even alive at all.
He felt a disturbance in the force, tilting his head. The first had arrived. One priest opened his mouth to speak and he raised a hand.
"I know."
The Dark Lord of the Sith had called upon the most promising of his students to Dromund Kaas, among them, one would be chosen to be leveled with the title of Darth and reborn as a Dark Councillor. This same person would be instilled with the rank of Grand Inquisitor and be given chief authority among the Inquisition. They would be his hand against heresy and his weapon against the Jedi.
Within the depths of those sheer black walls and high up in the farthest reaches of the Citadel. Darth Cain sat on his throne amidst a small cadre of high priests, all of their heads hung and swaying left and right, chanting prayers and spells. He had thrown away his guise as Wake Olpierr for the time being, cast aside like a ragged set of clothing. Cain sat as a towering dark figure that seemed to be made of stone, six eyes burned out from a bald gray head. The crystaline growths on his body had completely encased his skin making him not unlike a statue after having smoothed out. His mouth stretched across his face and the needle like teeth that had been there now appeared to be carved cleanly out of his form.
The hard surface of his fingers scraped against the arm of his throne as he tapped them, his head leaned back and his chest unmoving. He wondered, for a moment, if he was even alive at all.
He felt a disturbance in the force, tilting his head. The first had arrived. One priest opened his mouth to speak and he raised a hand.
"I know."
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