Outer Rim Territories, Phaeda
Myr Khandros stood silently in a small clearing deep in the woods on the planet of Phaeda. Before him roared a bonfire, perhaps a bit too large for the size of the clearing, but maybe that was the point. Wrapped in a dark cloak, hood drawn up to the sinister horns of his helmet of Ren, the shining metal reflecting the flickering light of the roaring bonfire. He held his vibroglaive tight against his robed form.
As the gathering cultists arrived one by one, Myr would say nothing. Instead he remained still, deep in meditation over the dancing flames. For nearly a century, the Sith Eternal had remained shrouded in secrecy, biding its time and growing in power. For now it was best that this secrecy remain, yet for many within the cult this inaction wore at them, Myr among them.
The young and adventurous legionnaire craved action, real action that duels with his fellow legionnaires or the occasional attack on a pirate compound couldn't satisfy. He ached for the thrill of combat, to immerse himself in the dark side on the field of battle, free from the restraint that so many of the Sith Eternal had to practice. So if the name of the Sith Eternal was not yet ready to be revealed to the galaxy, then perhaps an old name would serve their purpose for a time.
@Bran @Darasuum @Faded @Malon @Wit @Logan
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