Serie Fond
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Serie stood on the sands of the Sith homeworld of Korriban alone for the moment. Although she wouldn't be for long. Two fledgling Sith knights would be joining her rather soon, and both of them were of interest to her.
On the one hand she had the Sith knight Xornoth, who she had sparred with pleasantly a few days ago. And on the other the Sith knight that attempted to challenge her for her mantle as a Sith master. After both realized how powerful she was in the force, both were vying to be her apprentice. Of course she would only pick the stronger of the two to be her apprentice, the loser would be sent to lick his wounds and attempt to become stronger so he could be eventually recognized by aother Sith master.
She pulled her cloak off her shoulders and let it fall in a heap behind her as she continued to wait for the pair to arrive. She was dressed a bit more like a Sith master today, long black, almost see through robes adorned her body, the fair silk blowing almost hypnotically in the wind. Adorning the black sash tied across her waist was her collection of lightsabers, clanging together lightly as she paced up and down the area she was in, awaiting the arrival of her Sith would be apprentices. Of course there were others she had had brief interactions with around the temple and elsewhere that might have caught wind of the tournament she was having and would come to test their mettle as well.
(OOC this is a death/Maim disabled thread)
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