Alaric chuckled to himself as he placed the first foot on the hallowed ground of Moraband, when he was an Acoylte it would have been unthinkable for him to walk here. Only those of real substance, power or privilege were allowed upon the Tomb World of Moraband, now with the collapse of almost all Sith Society it was only frowned upon, not illegal to walk upon the black sands of Moraband. The sands shifted under his heavy boots as he walked away from the transport, the sun was slowly setting and the winds had picked up causing the temperature to plummet around him. It was only going to be colder inside the great mausoleum which dominated the view ahead of him.
If stepping foot on Moraband was considered sacrilegious in the past, walking within the confines of the Drast Mausoleum was paramount to spitting in the eye of any god you worshipped and telling them to enjoy it. Shifting the weight of the pack on his shoulders, only the dead knew what was lying in wait for them inside the tomb, Alaric had packed for any situation he could think of, including blasting their way back to the surface.
Mounting one of the last small rises, he turned back to see if his accomplice on this little saunter was keeping up through the wind and sand.
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