Hello and welcome to my first SWRP episode!
Please note that when I talk about a certain character (Not Terrore) being a "god," he really isn't one.
About this creation
RP: 34ABY, 12:52, Standard Time
“Did you hear that?“ A GUSS trooper at Sársauki‘s side inquires.
“Relax,” The Sith Apprentice laughs. “there’s nothing to fear. We’re just scouting this planet to see if it is suitable for a GUSS base. There’s nothing that could go wr-“
Three screams ring out through the jungle. Sársauki whips around, his cortosis-phirk half-sword in his right hand. He finds himself starring at three corpses, each having mulch-red eyes and pale-white skin. Sársauki, quite confused about what happened, reaches out into the Force. Rather than feeling the presence of some beast, as Sársauki expected, instead he feels darkness. And he feels it everywhere throughout the entire planet.
Shuttering, Sársauki nervously countines to chart Pruul.
After about an hour of wandering though the tropical “paradise,” Sársauki finds himself on the top of a hill.
To his left is a lush valley, filled with emerald green shrubs and three-meter-high palm trees. But, like the rest of Pruul, no animals.
To the contrary, on Sársauki‘s right is a another jungle, this one filled with tress larger than life. The leaves of the tree are so massive, that Sársauki can see the petioles spreading out through the leaf like whispy veins.
Sársauki only takes a mere milasecond to decide to climb up the gargantuan plants. First, Sársauki lodges his feet into a sizable groove in bark. After that, Sársauki reaches as far as his arms will reach, and latches onto a creavis in the wood. Sársauki pulls his body upwards, and the grabs another ledge. Sársauki repeats this process thousands of times before he finally reaches the top.
Although Sársauki‘s muscles ache and his body howls, but he knows that resting would be
essentially displaying his weakness for all to see. So, he looks up, scanning the branches above for a path. While he does this, Sársauki cannot help himself from glancing down, upon the interlocking branches and leaves, crafting the illiouson of one, massive, viridescent blanket.
Studying the flora, I see.” A voice from behind states.
With tension in his voice, Sársauki calls out to the voice. “Are you the one who killed my friends?“
“Don’t lie to yourself, Sársauki,“ The voice cackles. “those men weren‘t your friends. They were your underlings. If they were your friends you would be demanding that I answer your question.“
“Who are you?” Sársauki says, uneasily.
‘‘That depends on who you ask,“ Sársauki grows anxious as a shadow darts by. “To those who don‘t know me, I am a leech. To those who have witnessed my power, I am a god. But to those who have truly seen me, I... I am delerious.“
I figure emerges out of thin air. He wears grey rags, and has no mouth. Instead, he has seven crimson eyes, the same color as those of the troops.
“Master?“ Sársauki rhetorically inquires. Though Sársauki has only seen his master once, those seven, ominous eyes would create a vivid memory in anyone‘s mind.
Though he has no mouth, Sársauki knows his master is smiling. “It is I, Darth Insanire. The True Dark Lord of the Sith and Lord of Delirium. Bow before me, peasent.“
“As you wish.“ Sársauki gets down on his two knees.
“Lodge your ugly face into the bark.“
As Sársauki does so, the world around him suddenly turns dark. The trees around him start to wither, and the sky becomes the color of death itself. Insanire turns away.
“Many years ago I had a great realization. A realization so great, so mind-blowing, it became my obsession. This obsession made me who I am today. That new-found comprehension drove me insane; it drove me to the brink of death. I became hysterical, I became… I became delirious. Now rise from the dirt.”
As Sársauki stands up, Insanire pivots back to his apprentice. “It has now become my sacred duty to protect all sentient life—no, all life. I must protect all life from perceiving what I know, for it would literally cause their minds to explode. And the only way to do this is to destroy life. It’s really quite noble, if you think about it. Now, I tell you this great truth, in hopes that you will be able to help me on my honorable goal.”
Insanire reaches out his hand and taps Sársauki‘s forehead. Sársauki‘s eyes become dialetted and his entire body shakes as he grasps the truth his master has been hinting at. As his brain is about to break, Insanire snaps his fingers. Sársauki falls to the ground, asleep.