Ravenloft
Sweet Rogue
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Dexen Rhyse' strode through the halls of a ruined palace, the place he had claimed as his home from someone fallen family of nobles, long since dead, or fled. He was powerfully built with mocha skin and balled from head to toe. His eyes were dark and his jaw set with pride and purpose as he made his way toward the central chambers, where his small but growing harem was kept. The innocent one, the street wise one and the one of noble birth, each so different... but with one thing in common, one thing that interested him...
The force. They were, each of them gifted with latent powers, yet untrained in the ways of the Jedi. He offered them each something. The innocent one, a father figure. The street wise one, a home. The noble, training in the force. In return, he expected each of them to bare him a child that he would raise in the ways of the force, teaching them the balance, both light and dark.
He found his harem assembled around the massive fountain in the court yard of their palace prison. Greeting each of them with a nod, he reached out with the force to learn if any of them had yet conceived, searching for a presence in any of their wombs. The innocent and the street wise one could feel the subtle mental probe, but only the noble was yet trained to know exactly what he was doing.
The force. They were, each of them gifted with latent powers, yet untrained in the ways of the Jedi. He offered them each something. The innocent one, a father figure. The street wise one, a home. The noble, training in the force. In return, he expected each of them to bare him a child that he would raise in the ways of the force, teaching them the balance, both light and dark.
He found his harem assembled around the massive fountain in the court yard of their palace prison. Greeting each of them with a nod, he reached out with the force to learn if any of them had yet conceived, searching for a presence in any of their wombs. The innocent and the street wise one could feel the subtle mental probe, but only the noble was yet trained to know exactly what he was doing.
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