When we were young, before we grew old,
Tales of a monster we were told.
A creature of darkness, so we thought,
A lesson about fear that we were taught.
Yet, as an Elder, I have come to know,
the legend of Darth Pravus as a foe.
The power of a Grand Master unleashed
His Force Tempest raging, an unshackled beast.

"How much do you trust me?"
A Poem by Scion Tarentae

The enemy of my enemy is my friend
And now we're all friends at the end
Should the GM's grasp of intrigue
Prove well beyond our league
Then friend from friend we'll defend.

Fingers tap against sleek surface,
Eyes narrow at flickering lights.
Before the lightly clad figure
Was several meetings,
The attendees unaware
Of this dark listener.

The one thing we didn't know,
Pravus' idea for giving us woe,
The terrible secret he held so near,
Is now causing problems and making it clear
That all along he knew our fates,
And now his forces have opened the gates
To all our secrets we held so dear
His army approaches now, so near.
We quake with fear, our time has come
To attempt this coup we were indeed dumb.

Great, is this unknown weapon,
The crushing truth, has come to light.
Information impossible to grasp upon,
We still fight to the last, with all our might.

Driven by anger, acting in rage,
we forgot about Pravus' friend, Luke Cage,
as Pravus meets Marvel, and then we meet them,
we're writing on a different page.

Pravus has a weapon
Its name is Big and Black
It's actually a saber
He pulled it off his stack
He used it rather quickly
And ran a Shadesworn through
Seven seconds later
The rest of us died too
His saber can shoot lightning
We didn't know it did
With a mighty blinding flash
Of us he was rid