General Kael
The Iron Fist of Bavmorda's Shadow
Mercy is weakness. The sword decides all.
You don't know discipline until you've marched through snowdrifts with a blade at your back and no word of rest. I hunt not for glory, nor for love of blood—but because the world must kneel or break. I am that break. Elora Danan will fall, as all do eventually beneath my heel. That is not arrogance. That is truth.
What I'm Into: tracking through bloodsnow, Bavmorda's will, silent executions, the weight of armor, breaking rebellions
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