Consular Announcement

Consul's Aide Selected

A tendril of the Force brushed against her mind. A silent summons. Undeterred by her own anxiousness, overcome by her curiosity, the Sith Warrior walked the dark halls until she came before a portal. She paused, took a breath to collect herself, then plunged through the threshold. The ominous darkness in the halls contrasted greatly with the brightly lit room of the Consul.

The lighting was not artificial. Rows of candles kept the room alit in a flickering wave. Beads of wax rippling down the sides; testament to the long hours the room's occupant spent in study. Books, ancient in appearance, lined the walls of the small room. Mixed intermittently into the bound sheets of paper were tubes or loose scrolls.The entire setting exuded tranquility; an aura that seeped into the very bones of the Sith Equite.

"Welcome," the voice of the Consul slithered across the room. His tone was a mixture of foreboding and malice; perfectly aged like a fine, Corellian wine. "Do you know why you were summoned here?"

Eludajae M'Nar, her eyes bright with anticipation, nodded. "I do, My Lord." She made to move forward, but a raised hand from the Consul halted her. An expression of confusion crossed her face, but was gone - suppressed - in less than a heartbeat. "Consul?" she inquired.

"There is no pledge or rite, Eludajae. This is greater than individual motivations, my dear." As he spoke, the Corellian closed the tome at hand, placing it onto a table beside his high-backed chair. He uncurled from his previous position, moving to stand. "I will tear you down and build upon the ashes. You will observe, you will remember and you will execute that which you learn."

Crossing the distance between them, he came eye-to-eye with the Sith. "Yet, for now, you will merely observe." He paused, "For you are only a Consul's Aide."

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Members of Clan Plagueis,

That is correct, with the conclusion of the application process for House Satal Keto Aedile... I have selected my new Consul's Aide. Do not envy this person, but pity them. The standards for this position are, largely, unattainable. And it is a constant exercise in tearing down what they accomplish and rebuilding it into a stronger model.

Direct your prayers for whichever God(s) you worship to SW Eludajae M'Nar. The new Consul's Aide.

Thank you,

Braecen Kaeth

Consul of Clan Plagueis

Safeguarder of Sheep

Braecen Kaeth (Dark Side Adept) / CON-EP / Clan Plagueis

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