Roman Antilles (TL8)
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Tomb of Darth Malos, Korriban, 13:23 local time
The pilgrimage took longer than he had expected, though it was not without its own spoils of adventure. Migrating through the scorching deserts as the sun of Korriban melted on the back of his neck was difficult enough, but not clearly as entertaining as running into a few yellow eyed Sith as well as their ferocious hounds. Those damn Tuk'ata seemed as if they had never eaten, their tongues lashing out in unsatisfied hunger.
Roman finally arrived towards the entrance of the legendary Tomb, eyes scanning upwards towards the roof of the simplistic cave system as he finally laid his gaze upon the path forward. He nodded his head to the other two acolytes that accompanied him.
Did he wish to share his spoils with them? Of course not, but Roman had read enough about the Dark Lords to realize that the tomb held dangers. Who better to satisfy the dark side than a simple, flesh offering...
Roman moved inwards, descending the initial staircase and arriving into the first centralized lair region. His left hand digging into the sand as it gave a relaxing and soothing feeling over him, dark energies channeled into the acolyte as he attempted to communicate with the sinister energies that lay dormant for centuries.
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