[ti]Event[/ti]The Dread Master - Zenon

Zenon's wore the Face of Fire, in his hand, the Blade of the Dead, in the other his Cane, on a chain around his neck under his clothing was the Talisman of Counterspell, and on his finger a Scari Reptilian flier talisman. Chief Warlock of the Reborn Night, Avatar of fire, Overlord of the Dathomir Collective. The Domindori walked with swift strides as he began to speak words of dark magick his voice seeming to echo through the very planet itself as the force flowed through him, as he walked, the lava flowed with him, slipping down into Fortress Vader as Zenon lead forwards, his entire body seemingly encased in flame.

"Dread master they call you." his words came out like spit as he seemed to glide down the way, he had no intention of allowing any rituals to take place here today but his own, "I have no Dread of you. I have disgust. You dared to try and take over the galaxy, and in that moment, you became a threat to my people. And for that, I will take pleasure in your death."

Zenon kept his awareness keen, but his anger flowed through him and so did the power of the force and dark magick. He looked for the Dread aster through the sue of his cane and his mask, amplifying what he was already capable of many times over to discover the exact whereabouts of the Dread Master. Of course, sooner or later, the lava was going to find it's way there as well as he called it deeper and deeper into the Fortress. He fully intended on driving the Dread Master out, and if he didn't want to face the Warlock, then he would be drowned in the molten rock of the planet.

The Storyteller,