Post by Anton Byrax on Apr 29, 2005 8:38:37 GMT
::: In a secluded part of Korriban Academy there is situated an ancient Spire, The claimed grounds of Darth Hereticus. :::
:: While General Sever had been a disturbing visage, It was nothing to what he had become as Hereticus. Since his return the Students of Korriban had learned to keep well away from the spire - many of them had disappeared. Even his own Bodyguards now gave him a wide berth as his actions had grown more Insidious. ::
::: Standing in his personal chambers, Hereticus listened the howls of pain and terror which reverbrated from the Torture Chambers below. He yearned to "Feel" such sensations once more. :::
:: Looking over the table infront of him, Hereticus surveyed the freshly flayed hides of several different spiecies. Selecting one - Human his favourite, Hereticus placed the carefully cut flesh over his Metallic Death Mask. A strange sound eminated from Hereticus' vocal emitter, as if taking pleasure from the act. ::
:: While General Sever had been a disturbing visage, It was nothing to what he had become as Hereticus. Since his return the Students of Korriban had learned to keep well away from the spire - many of them had disappeared. Even his own Bodyguards now gave him a wide berth as his actions had grown more Insidious. ::
::: Standing in his personal chambers, Hereticus listened the howls of pain and terror which reverbrated from the Torture Chambers below. He yearned to "Feel" such sensations once more. :::
:: Looking over the table infront of him, Hereticus surveyed the freshly flayed hides of several different spiecies. Selecting one - Human his favourite, Hereticus placed the carefully cut flesh over his Metallic Death Mask. A strange sound eminated from Hereticus' vocal emitter, as if taking pleasure from the act. ::