A massive cataclysm has struck the universe, and destroyed most everything in its wake. The survivors are now trying to pick up the pieces, and figure out exactly what has befallen them. Gather together, lightsiders!! The darkness has shattered the peace and calm of the galaxy...and they will do anything to stop anyone from finding out exactly what has been done! This is our first sitewide RP plotline. Lightsiders, you are looking for the source of this massive event. Clues must be found, lackeys tracked down, and bits of memory discovered. Darksiders, you guys don't want that to happen....because of the one behind the whole thing is furthering his ultimate goal. Mandalorians, and non-force users, you guys can decide where you stand on this line....do you side with the Jedi, and try to discover the reasons behind the ruined universe, or will you side with the darkness, and protect those secrets. Will the secret of the cataclysmic reaping be kept under wraps? Or will the Jedi and their allies find out the truth? Your RP and writing will decide the outcome!
BATTLE ARENA
Welcome to The Saga Continues. We have a section called the Battle Arena. Here you can use your characters to fight other characters. Hone your skills and see what you are made of. Don't worry, anything that happens here, does not effect your characters in posts, so if your character dies, you can still use them over and over. Have fun and check it out!
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The servant who had greeted the Count guided him deep into the bellows of the grand Estate, a series of large buildings that had resisted the destruction of the plague, and now, was bristling with life after Andor's recent acquisition of the property. Their heels clacked against the stone floor as they entered the main throne room. Ahead of them, raised up on a platform with steps leading to the top from all sides, was a single throne, a black wood intricately carved into a resounding master work. Currently, it sat empty, and Wilhelm and Andor's servant were the only two in the room.
The male turned to the Count and bowed his head, "The High Lord is currently on his way to grant you an audience. He had to step away to take care of some official government business at the capital. May I offer you any refreshments while you wait?"
They were nearing the end of the parade now and Andor's face hurt from the never-ending grin that stretched across his lips. He waved, blew kisses, kissed the foreheads of offered up babies, gave blessings, anything the people desired. The heat of the high noon sun beat down upon the silver chariot, and Andor had noticed his apprentice had withdrawn to his thoughts in his seat. He could sense Bellum's curiosity.. his lust for greater power.
"You, too, have this power, Bellum," Andor stated through grinning white teeth, "We just have to unleash the beast within."
The com link on his wrist beeped and a red light began to blink. Andor's eyes glanced at it just long enough to read the message, before turning his attention back to the people of Kuat. "It seems we have a visitor back at the Estate. We'll make our way there immediately."
With the chariot and the surrounding performers arriving back into the gated courtyard of the capitol building, Andor waited his ride to come to a stop before nimbly stepping down to the ground. He would wait for Bellum to join him before they would move through the capitol to the hangar bay, where a two person land speeder was waiting.
Without a word, Andor slipped into the passenger's seat, waiting to see how his apprentice would react.
Bellum appeared at Andor's side, kneeling low before his master and acknowledging his failure to recover any data on the cure to this plague. Before, Andor would have been furious, enraged beyond reason, but now, he only clasped his hand on his disciple's shoulder and gave an icy smile, his pointed teeth shining through his thin parted lips, "You are forgiven, Bellum. As long as you have the journal," But Andor already knew Bellum had succeed with that task. The very journal that had once belonged to Ishmael radiated with the dark side, its presence a beacon to the God that sat before Bellum. "But that can wait."
He raised his hand, signaling for the parade to begin. The wrought iron gates swung outward, and the procession began to move forward to the beat of the drumline that marched before the silver chariot. Then, the moment Andor was visible to the public, there was a fanfare of trumpets before the voices of dozens of men began to sing, "Make way, for Lord Andor!' The performers erupted into song, and somewhere in the crowd a man shouted "You're gonna love this guy!"
Hundreds of colors filled the air as confetti was launched into the air, balloons floated above the Lord of Salvation and as banners waved in the crowd. Andor raised his right hand, waving to the crowd as they crawled forward, smiling and blowing kisses to those he made eye contact with. Women wooed and so did some of the men, their minds turned to mush in the presence of the new celebrity.
Andor felt the attention wash over him in a warm wave. He had done this. With the power of the Darkside, he had rid the galaxy of the Jedi, while simultaneously winning the approval of the general public, a feat that even Emperor Palpatine had difficulty accomplishing.
This planet was his to do his bidding, and the influence of the Order of Ruin would soon spread to other systems worthy of Andor's salvation.
"Very good, My Son," Andor's voice resonated through the force in response to Bellum's call, "A parade in my honor is about to begin. Join me as my Disciple and the we will show my people the benevolence the Andor the Savior."
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Andor was seated in a cushioned throne that was nailed down to the floor of a large, silver, open chariot. The reins extended from the frame of the chariot and attached to a large metal belt that was securely locked around the waists of two dark green Berguutfa, which stood still waiting for the command from their riders to move forward. Andor was the grand marshall of the parade, an honor bestowed to him for his liberation of Kuat from the clutches of the dead. And now, the celebrations had continued throughout the month, the people eagerly awaiting yet another appearance by the Savior.
The parade mostly consisted of musicians and entertainers, brought together to put on a one-of-a-kind show to celebrate Andor. And now, they were find their places, waiting for the cue to open the gates that separated the capital building from the outside town's square.
Andor waited patiently for Bellum to show up, and while he waited, he sipped from a crystal chalice that housed some sort of red wine. Even now, in the distance, he could hear the excited shouts of the people, accompanied by the shrill noises of noise makers and the beat of pots and pans.... anything the people could get their hands on the make noise, they used. Days before the event, large banners and posters had been distributed with Andor's smiling face plastered on them adorned with slogans like "Desirerous and Reconciling. Andor the Savior", "Andor, your transformation savior" and "Nothing can save you like Lord Andor."
"Have Bellum join me here, bring a smaller chair so he can sit at my side. Once he arrives, we shall begin," He spoke to a passing coordinator. The woman bowed and hurried off to find a chair for Andor's apprentice.
Andor's face remained stoic, even as his mind lit up at Wilhelm's question. So there was the big reveal, the Count's hidden fear... the fear of death. And now, he was begging for help, looking for anybody to teach him the powers that would grant him victory over Death. And Andor could provide those answers. "I know of it, yes. It was a tragedy."
He leaned forward, closer to the holoprojector as he re-donned his hood, his face disappearing in the dark, "Come to me on Kuat. Meet me at the Estate of the Ten. Only then will we truly learn if you are worthy of becoming my Disciple."
His gloved hand reached forward, beyond the projector and clicked a button, and then, his purple, static image dissipated into the air, leaving Wilhelm to himself in his study.