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Post by Whill Shaman Xixo on Apr 5, 2013 8:02:12 GMT -8
*The tomb of Dark Lord of the Sith Ludo Kressh was constructed by the Sith slaves of the Sith Empire within the Valley of the Dark Lords on Korriban.*
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Nem Yin
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Post by Nem Yin on Oct 18, 2022 5:36:09 GMT -8
Outside the entrance to the tomb of Ludo Kressh, two red skinned zealots of the Sith species stood sentry over the resting place of the former Dark Lord. Conical helmets of dark iron rested on their heads, shielding the side of their face from the sand storm that was grinding the valley to a glittering sheen. Each held a spear of the same dark iron, crafted in the old ways with blood sacrifices and whispered words of malefic power. They spat sandy grit that got into their gums every time they opened their mouths, which was part of the reason they stood silently, not speaking to one another. From the blanket of sand obstructing their view ahead, a fast moving object emerged, whipping past either one of the two guards to crack against the archway above the tombs entrance. Both turned their heads and saw a plain rock bounce off the stone of the archway and fall to the ground. In unison they turned back towards the direction the rock had appeared and lowered their spears. Each peered into the swirling sands, looking for a sign of those responsible. So it was that the sentinel on the right was surprised when a sharp edge of bone pierced the side of his neck and sank into his throat. Blood gushed from the wound and the Sith guard let out a gasp, drawing the attention of the other Sith who turned his spear towards him. A pair of luminous red eyes appeared over the shoulder of the guard with a knife in his neck, the wound spurting a hot cloud of steam that revealing the skeletal face of a demon behind the stabbed guard's shoulder.
The other guard didn't even have time to shout in panic as the spear like head of a serpent erupted from his chest, thrust through his back by an unseen foe. Twisting around, the amphistaff head hissed in the face of the Sith it had impaled, before lunging at the guard and sinking its fangs into the red skinned native's face. As fast as it appeared, the lethal biot retracted through the hole in the guards back, dragging with it one of the Sith's eyes still caught in its fangs. Aegor ripped his own coufee blade free from the first guard, dropping the Sith to the ground where he bled out on the ground. The shadow hunter watched the Sith die with morbid fascination. Holding his bone dagger in a reverse grip, he brought the blade to his mouth and ran his black tongue along the face of it, tasting the salty blood of his first kill. And certainly not his last. He squatted down and wiped the blade clean on the guards tunic, then stood up and motioned to the others. Círdan finished wiping the blood from his amphistaff, while Joralf appeared from the sand storm still juggling rocks. All three shared a grin before entering the tomb.
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