Raising the House

[Darth Akhlyn]

Nilrebmah XIII. A dark world. A dead world. The perfect home for the the House of History and Sorcery. The House of the Empire's Eternal ruler, Emperor Dreadwar.

On this world, the denizens of the House come together. From acolyte to Dark Lord, they gather and as one lift their hands. The dust and stone of the planet rise and swirl, the ground cracks and gives. The followers of Dreadwar bend the planet to their will as they give genesis to their home, the Eternal House Dreadwar.

 

[Darth Akhlyn]

It's been a while since I first posted this thread, but here's what I'm thinking for the House. I'd really like to see something like what Palpatine had on Exegol in Rise of Skywalker. A dark pyramid jutting over the planet's wastes, vast gathering chambers and statues of Sith past within. Nearly endless corridors for the denizens to burrow out within the House.

 

[Omegon]

Kint stood upon the dead soil of the planet, looking skyward as clouds of dust and decay blew through his field of vision, blotting out the sun. Nothing was alive on this planet. Nothing, that is, except for those members of House Dreadwar. He turned, and strode towards the meeting place with purpose, his steps leaving imprints in the ground behind him. Prints that, on this dead and unmoving world, would likely be preserved for decades, if not centuries.
He raised his hands, joining his brethren at the base of the pyramid, and then he spoke. “Greetings, fellow followers of our great Emperor! How shall we serve today?”

 

[Xarxes]

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