Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase
Retired High Councilor 
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Affiliation: To only a meager few, his motives are his own.
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Apr 10, 2014 18:18:16 GMT -8
"Yes..." Jud said with a nod, as he noticed both his arms steadily continue to disintegrate. "I know the all-father, the cold one, and the mystic bird."
Jud was silent as some of his misconceptions were put to rest by Dažbog, and others were brought to the surface. Another judging, hadn't he been judged enough? He would have rung his hands nervously; if he still had hands. His extremities were nearly gone, yet the robes around him remained full of a phantom body. "I'm not sure how I feel about another judgement, Whill Dažbog." The man said honestly with a sigh. "Everything I've done from my first meeting with the Order, has been for the Order. I don't know how they would find more fault, but then again, I'm not a God... yet."
"My sins have been great..." Jud said softly, more to himself than to the deity beside him. "But so have been my virtues." He continued as Dažbog got to his feet, placing his large hand out for Jud to take. Jud'dayus gave the gesture a smirk, leaning his head back one last time to look up at the nonexistent God's eye once more. "I breath my last..." He said, sighing out a final breath as his eye closed. His face serene and bereft of fear, as it - like his extremities - crumbled away into a wash of ashes.
The Venerable Sith's robes settled to the sanctum's mosaiced floor, as a luminous figure took the place of the man that had just been sitting there. The shape turned it's non-face towards the Whill and offered it a wispy stalk, as it stood up. What an interesting sensation... Mused the form to the Whill. I'm in your care, Whill Dažbog. Show me the way, and make sure that my Temple, and it's treasures are lost for all time. As I have done what the Order has asked of me, let it be buried.
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Whill Shaman Dažbog
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Post by Whill Shaman Dažbog on Apr 10, 2014 18:34:12 GMT -8
Dažbog shook his head at Jud'dayus's conception of the final judgment.
"It's merely a formality. Almost like a sending off ceremony. If the Whills of Old say nothing, you pass. If they suddenly speak and smite your spirit, then you fail. The latter is far less likely. As I said, a formality."
Dažbog grasped the spirit of Jud'dayus tightly with one hand, and the book of the man's life in his other. His brow turned to worried sadness. Not over the ceremony, or the spirit, but of the Universe with the Old Sith's passing. This was a sad day.
"We all have made mistakes. Some more than others. What matters is what you take with you to the other side. Just focus on what memories are most important to you and keep them close to your heart. They'll help you retain who you are....were....and will help you become more."
With those final words Dažbog looked to the wall, and a portal of white, swirling light appeared. Dažbog slowly stepped through, guiding Jud'dayus's spirit through the portal to Tython.
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