Arcangel
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(Open to Mandalorian Dominion members, particularly those loyal to House Vizsla, all others please ask.)
War was coming. It brewed on the borders of Mandalorian space. The Sith Empire clamored at their northern, western, and eastern borders, with only the south a haven of independent space. The Jedi, untrustworthy in their holy crusade, distant, barring the jungle planet of Onderon, a zone of guaranteed conflict trapped between Sith and Dominion space. Already word poured in of incursions into Dominion space, small but impossible to ignore.
With war coming, House Vizsla needed to asses the quality of the soldiers loyal to it, needed to procure allies, needed to rise to the top, as always. Caedryn Vizsla waited, sitting the throne that overlooked the gathering of warriors. He was clad in Mandalorian armor of an ancient design that hearkened back to the crusades of old, the durasteel plates painted a deep blue, the color of his house. On his hip, a vibrosword sheathed in a scabbard, bearing his house crest. Less prominently featured was the Sunspear Heavy Blaster Pistol holstered on his right hip, grip forward.
Assembled before him were representatives of all the clans loyal to House Vizsla. Clans Vizsla, Priest, and Wren being the largest and most prominent, but by no means the only ones. Caedryn's eyes scanned the crowd. Warriors all, he hoped they would make him proud in the times to come. Because war was coming.
@Jacob Flores @Dav Wren @Mirdala Priest
Planet: Mandalore
Location: Castle Vizsla
Time: 1800
Location: Castle Vizsla
Time: 1800
War was coming. It brewed on the borders of Mandalorian space. The Sith Empire clamored at their northern, western, and eastern borders, with only the south a haven of independent space. The Jedi, untrustworthy in their holy crusade, distant, barring the jungle planet of Onderon, a zone of guaranteed conflict trapped between Sith and Dominion space. Already word poured in of incursions into Dominion space, small but impossible to ignore.
With war coming, House Vizsla needed to asses the quality of the soldiers loyal to it, needed to procure allies, needed to rise to the top, as always. Caedryn Vizsla waited, sitting the throne that overlooked the gathering of warriors. He was clad in Mandalorian armor of an ancient design that hearkened back to the crusades of old, the durasteel plates painted a deep blue, the color of his house. On his hip, a vibrosword sheathed in a scabbard, bearing his house crest. Less prominently featured was the Sunspear Heavy Blaster Pistol holstered on his right hip, grip forward.
Assembled before him were representatives of all the clans loyal to House Vizsla. Clans Vizsla, Priest, and Wren being the largest and most prominent, but by no means the only ones. Caedryn's eyes scanned the crowd. Warriors all, he hoped they would make him proud in the times to come. Because war was coming.
@Jacob Flores @Dav Wren @Mirdala Priest
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