imported_Grev Drasen
Aug 18th, 2002, 03:24:49 PM
"I seek instructions in the ways of the Sith."
Lingering from the pool of darkness inhabiting the recruitment chambers, a voice poured out. Solely standing in the center of the obscure hall was a figure reaching at a little over six feet. Little could be told at first glance, robed in tattered clothing with a hood secreting his face partially. Underneath the dismal guise, Grev Drasen dwelled before the Order searching for a place of reception, an outlet to harness his shady calling.
The cold squall of the Force seemed to brush against him, he noted the presence of a dark advisor moving closer. It would soon be his time to answer to the tribunal, and the path of his fate would be judged. All he could do was wait, and ponder the outcome of what would lie ahead.
Lingering from the pool of darkness inhabiting the recruitment chambers, a voice poured out. Solely standing in the center of the obscure hall was a figure reaching at a little over six feet. Little could be told at first glance, robed in tattered clothing with a hood secreting his face partially. Underneath the dismal guise, Grev Drasen dwelled before the Order searching for a place of reception, an outlet to harness his shady calling.
The cold squall of the Force seemed to brush against him, he noted the presence of a dark advisor moving closer. It would soon be his time to answer to the tribunal, and the path of his fate would be judged. All he could do was wait, and ponder the outcome of what would lie ahead.