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There were no sounds of speeders in the valley, at least none to be heard over the vicious sandstorm that blew outside of the temple. The brown and orange dust cut through the air like vicious daggers leaving small abrasions on uncovered flesh. It overtook the valley rendering visibility such that you could see only fifteen feet before ones face, if your eyes were able to avoid being struck by the flying beads.
The guards at the temple still held their post at the doors, sentinels stalwart and true. They were armed with lightsabers and they stood firm in the face of the storm that blew past them, their masks shielding their faces and metal gloves covering their hands. They were among the best warriors that the Sith would boast, but now their writ was to stand as the final line of defense in trying times.
They could see a dark figure approaching, similar to themselves but with robes and armor far more tattered and withered then their own. Not a comment on their ability against the one that marched up, but rather the sign of respect that they had for their own image that the warrior approaching did not. The guards held up hands to stop the Crusader that approached and demanded his business at the temple.
"I am Taalong Vorr, Crusader and Apprentice to Darth Tagus. I am bound to return."
The guards looked at each other, and spoke silently to their helmets.
They made way as the door behind them opened, and Taalong Vorr was granted entry.
The temple was magnificent, seething with dark energy and a monument to the power and oppression which the Sith brought to bare against the galaxy. Vorr did not look upon it as he stepped forward, steadily marching through its halls. He could sense well the direction he must go, the familiar air of the one he sought was rife within the temple itself. He followed that sense until he came to a door, a finely crafted frame and seal upon it.
He opened it himself and stepped inside.
"A Crusader returns from a far." Taalong Vorr spoke. "My Emperor."
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The guards at the temple still held their post at the doors, sentinels stalwart and true. They were armed with lightsabers and they stood firm in the face of the storm that blew past them, their masks shielding their faces and metal gloves covering their hands. They were among the best warriors that the Sith would boast, but now their writ was to stand as the final line of defense in trying times.
They could see a dark figure approaching, similar to themselves but with robes and armor far more tattered and withered then their own. Not a comment on their ability against the one that marched up, but rather the sign of respect that they had for their own image that the warrior approaching did not. The guards held up hands to stop the Crusader that approached and demanded his business at the temple.
"I am Taalong Vorr, Crusader and Apprentice to Darth Tagus. I am bound to return."
The guards looked at each other, and spoke silently to their helmets.
They made way as the door behind them opened, and Taalong Vorr was granted entry.
The temple was magnificent, seething with dark energy and a monument to the power and oppression which the Sith brought to bare against the galaxy. Vorr did not look upon it as he stepped forward, steadily marching through its halls. He could sense well the direction he must go, the familiar air of the one he sought was rife within the temple itself. He followed that sense until he came to a door, a finely crafted frame and seal upon it.
He opened it himself and stepped inside.
"A Crusader returns from a far." Taalong Vorr spoke. "My Emperor."
@Nefieslab