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Meeting with the masterRammas’s first meeting with her first master, Darth Silthar.Meeting with the master by Ortheka
Rammas stood in line with other acolytes, all of them dressed in identical black robes, this being a fateful day for them. Today, a Sith Lord, even a Darth, is visiting the academy to check out the graduates, and choose an apprentice from them.
The tiny Pureblood, easily the smallest among the graduates, could barely hold the excitement. She felt proud of herself, proud that she had made it this far. Uncle Mu would be so proud!
Some of the other acolytes glanced at her with hidden disdain - she wasn’t very good at hiding her emotions, and was known for her rather un-Sithly attitude. Yet, she had made through all the trials and competitions…
The door opened, causing them all to cease all murmurs and straighten their backs as the Darth in question entered, followed by the overseer and few guards.
Rammas’s yellow eyes scanned the man quickly, and she somewhat relaxed: he was much less scary than she had e
Little thingsBestia had been feared ever since she was a child. Big, strong and fierce, she wasn’t a kid to mess with.Little things by Ortheka
The gloomy streets of the Ziost citadel were her playground.
She was the only one who dared wandering into the most grim corners of the Citadel. It was there where she found a tiny, drenched in cold rain, sobbing Pureblood boy named Cordre.
“Hey?” - Bestia snuck around the corner. The sound of crying she heard before had stopped, before continuing again, louder this time.
The redhead crept forward, her eyes darting from side to side, trying to locate the source of the sound, until they stopped and focused on a small figure hunched under a wall.
Bestia moved in closer. From this distance, she could see that it was a child, like her. Maybe even younger, judging by the fact they were much smaller than she was. And awfully thin.
The child didn’t feel familiar to her, it didn’t seem to be any of the kids she knew. But it wouldn’t hurt to check. Bestia
Nightmares: Brontes and TyransBrontesNightmares: Brontes and Tyrans by Ortheka
It was strange - to be afraid. She was a Dread Master for Force’s sake! She couldn’t LET herself succumb to her own power. But the chain was broken, and stability of their union was shattered, and ice-cold hands lurked in the corners of her vision, but when she looked, nothing was there…
Brontes hadn’t slept since Styrak was gone. Now, completely, irreversibly, gone… She couldn’t sleep because each time she drifted away, she saw what was his last moments - a hurricane of flame and three lightsabers impaling his body, and an unholy inhuman scream of a Dread Master…
There wasn’t much that Teyro, more known as Dread Master Tyrans, really cared about. Therefore, there weren’t many things that could be used to undermine or scare him. Scare a Dread Master.
Or so he thought.
Teyro pulled his knees to his chest and craned
StrangerThey stood at the gates of the Sith Emperor’s throne room, wondering why he would gather such an unlikely party. There were six of them - Argia herself, her twin brother Teyro, three Sith Purebloods, and a large human keeping a bit of a distance from others. The Purebloods kept together: an elderly looking man with fluffy dark hair and sideburns and a weight of grief upon him, a tall and ferocious young woman with an outrageously red mohawk, looming protectively over a thin, gaunt man wrapped in several layers of fancy clothing.Stranger by Ortheka
Argia scanned them, remembering something about the Pureblood woman being called Bestia and reportedly stopping a whole slave uprising alone. The others she just looked over lazily, deciding to put learning about them for a more appropriate time.
Besides, her interest was drawn to the last, but definitely not least one - the only person that was remotely familiar to her in this gathering, aside from her twin.
Argia remembered conversing with this ma