It is fortunate for Garyn that his dizziness had subsided, for his head is now buzzing with unsettling noise. The voices of lost spirits swirl around him and through him. They speak to no one in particular - they sweep across this tangled wood like a swirling breeze through a canyon. They fade in and out of hearing, one voice flowing into another, as though all spirits are one here.
is this where, Where am I - it hurts - my own saber, my apprentice you have finally learned --- please, let me die and from here to Shola, wherever you may go there shall be no escape for you, your followers, and when I strike you down I shall roast your entrails and serve them to my it approaches such pain do you remember Malachor for I do what species is this will the Force not permit me to perish it is new my saber where is it it never leaves my side where is it new meat, this Sith cannot protect you forever
The closer to the Dark Temple they get, the more voices begin to notice them. He does nothing, he says nothing. He cannot afford to show weakness either.
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Date: 2014-08-20 03:33 am (UTC)is this where, Where am I - it hurts - my own saber, my apprentice you have finally learned --- please, let me die and from here to Shola, wherever you may go there shall be no escape for you, your followers, and when I strike you down I shall roast your entrails and serve them to my it approaches such pain do you remember Malachor for I do what species is this will the Force not permit me to perish it is new my saber where is it it never leaves my side where is it new meat, this Sith cannot protect you forever
The closer to the Dark Temple they get, the more voices begin to notice them. He does nothing, he says nothing. He cannot afford to show weakness either.