Innon'Ruuk
Adventists of the Eye
There is a beast in every man and it stirs when you put a sword in his hand.
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Affiliation: Order of the Eye
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Post by Innon'Ruuk on Nov 30, 2024 8:04:31 GMT -8
Granox is pleased with the First Brother Of Pzob's decision, it would have been a shame to waste so much potential, let alone the Title and Station now given.
The Keeper could feel Mephisto's internal struggle on the Famine Lord. In ancient Sith he spoke.
"Famine Will Accept Her Decision First Brother Mephisto, For It Is Willed By Her"
The ancient Pzobian now turns towards the inquisitor injecting himself into the situation with his new charge. Continuing in ancient Sith, laced deeply in the darkside.
"Mind Your Tongue Inquisitor, For The Only Xeon Here Is You, Human"
Dropping the darksided tone.
"It Is First Brother Mephisto's Decision Now To Accept Your Offer Of Service And You Will Address Him As Such"
Granox began hobbling towards the Temple, using his walking stick, the polished orb was still in his grip.
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Dragus
The Sith Eternal
In front of the Empire, to all you Vader haters out there. We'll blow your planet up.
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Post by Dragus on Dec 1, 2024 7:46:00 GMT -8
Black pupils slender as razor blades watched the exchange between Father Solomon and Akolo, the corners of his thin pale lips curling into a sneer of amusement, while the taste buds on his tongue teased his saliva glands as he studied the monk of the Seer Cult's young flesh. A man indeed. The hannite scout had seemed to have shed all traces of prepubescent fat, making for a far leaner cut of meat, which was how the Hunger priest saw him. Mephisto had grown a taste for the flesh of children after the last feast held by his master, the way their youthful innocence seeped into the juices, accentuating the flavour. He dragged a filthy sleeve across his mouth, sopping up the drool forming on his ghoulish chin. Granox, being the cranky old codger that he was, seemed to take offense at Father Solomon's zealotry, at least in his use of the word xeno. It didn't bother him personally, for as far as he was concerned his skin was simply a sleeve for his soul, which was pure of purpose. Be it the command of his master, the other High Lords, or the All-Seeing Eye in all its ruinous resplendence, Mephisto would always put the Order first before his own self. Umbaran was just the shell he wore in service to Eye. His saliva dampened lips split in a chainsaw grin as he took a step towards the pair, his nostrils flaring as he soaked in their scent.
"I may lack my master's unrivaled olfactory senses, but I know killers when I smell them." He looked towards Granox, who already had a head start towards the temple. Ever the same Granox that Mephisto remembered from his youth. "We'll need them." The newly ascended First Brother then turned and began to trot after the Keeper of the Temple, gesturing with a long sweep of his arm from the scout and inquisitor to the temple at the heart of the city ruins. "Come on you two. If we are to have any hope of success, we'll want to seek the Eye's blessing before taking action."
Besides, he had a feeling they would need it. If Fragus really was hewn from a sliver of Famine's scale as the rumours suggested, it wouldn't be long before the overgrown toad made his move. They needed to be ready for when that happened.
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