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He sat in the center of the plateau and closed his eyes....ahhh yes their they were...the whispers of his gods(he had yet to learn this was merely the sound of the Force). He gave them thanks for his victories and for his..gifts. Suddenly the whispers became harsher...they were warning him. Someone or something else had come to his sacred place. His eyes shot open and his axe Wulfslar, it's familar weight giving him comfort.
"Who goes there! This a place of the gods, leave now and I may spare you. Stay and you meet your end!"
@Vepos Surge