Abandoned cobwebs and specks of ancient dust bled into dire shadows, a silent darkness pervading the depths of secret catacombs. Few within could be called living beings, but all had been touched by life at one time. Now, the conclusion of such a miracle empowered seekers of forbidden grace, portents of glorious doom whispered into pricked ears.

Tiers of decrepit candles fought valiantly to reveal the arcane mysteries of that cold, blackened vault, pools of algid wax merging with the broken panels which composed its crumbling foundations.

Several figures gathered, as if performing some eldritch ritual, draped in cowls and robes which concealed each saturnine visage from the dim illumination.

Here, Sith Bloodfyre-Tarentae, the stygian avatar of Death, delivered his baleful sermons.

All would listen.

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IT’S ME!

Hey guys, I’m Mawgath! I’ve returned to Tarentum recently, having taken a long sabbatical. Some of you may have known me in the past as Nichos Rhade (during the height of our retconned “Yridian Kratocracy” era), or, most recently, as the Sith witch Kalmah Sidhe (perhaps only the Summit and Solas Night-Thorn remember this name). I really missed the Brotherhood, and I’ve been digging in pretty hard, trying to make up for lost time. Plenty of reading in this inaugural report, but it should (hopefully) get us all up to speed.

IT’S YOU!

I am fortunate to have been chosen to lead this team – the Deathsworn. As an apprentice to Sith Bloodfyre, I am a conduit to the Master, a vessel through which he may speak to us. Few occasions like the one described above occur. Outside of this ceremonial role, however, there is fictionally no rigid hierarchy to our team, which is more of a cult than a unit.

Once again: I do not command you. Mawgath, in character, might be an arrogant bastard, and he’s used to being in command positions – but he knows full well that each of you only answer to yourselves and to Sith Bloodfyre.

In the past, this was not always the case. The Deathsworn, at one point, resembled Tarentum’s traditional military arms units, with different leadership and field roles assigned to each member. We’ve changed this, as it is not useful to our function. Hidden within House Mortis, we all have our interests, specializations, motives, ranks, and official positions. That does not change because of Sith Bloodfyre, and we remain separate but equal. We will leverage each of our unique, existing qualities in the interest of the cult, which remains the strengthening of Tarentum through devotion to the avatar of Death.

IT’S ALL OF US!

This shift to personal autonomy, with a shared goal, comes with it some other changes. Since GM Pravus has handed down his mandate in relation to Brotherhood canon, we have restructured our backstory to reflect acceptable themes. This means that Darth Mortis (as much as I really loved the idea) has been nixed in favor of grounding the Deathsworn firmly in the history of Clan Tarentum.

As our storyline progresses, I will continue to update the wiki page, which you can read at: https://wiki.darkjedibrotherhood.com/view/Deathsworn

As for necromancy, we are still quite limited, as far as any particular mechanics go. The instances of Dathomiri death magick in canon material have not been identified as appropriate to DB canon, and while I hope this changes, for now we focus on thematic storytelling. I believe this topic has been covered in detail, and there may be some projects in the works to assist in expressing our deathly proclivities. However, the Tarentum channels on Telegram are always open for more discussion. It’s an open door, 24/7. Let’s talk.

DEATH CONQUERS ALL!

Be prepared, as the best (worst) is yet to come. We’re in the Dark house, doing dark things. Make no mistake – the Deathsworn are the bad guys. With our new spectrum system in place (which I enjoy by the way), let’s remember that, as villains, we should be prepared to be antagonists. As the inter-clan event with Naga Sadow approaches, and a Great Jedi War looms on the Horizon, remember to revere Death in all things.

See you next time. Mawgath out.