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I am Darth Praenuntius Mortis, but I was not always so, I was born and lived on the planet Vendaxa, a land born from a nightmare, where I hunted for any scrap I could come across in order to survive, I had no mother and no father, I was completely alone. Vendaxa is the home world of the Acklay, a giant carnivorous creature with teeth like daggers and six legs with tips as sharp as a mandalorian sword. The villages around the dense jungle region of Vendaxa were frequently swarmed with the giant monstrosities and so I took every chance I could to turn one persons terror into my gain. When the imperials came with their sith masters I had not eaten in two weeks, I did not care why they were on my home world, I looked at this as an opportunity, all I cared about was the food they were bound to have with them. I found their storage tent and picked up as much food as I could, but as I was near the outskirts of the imps camp, they spotted me, five imperial soldiers swarmed around me, the burlier of the five raised his fist to me and began beating me again and again, his punches were so powerful it felt like a rancor was pounding down on my head. As the other four soldiers joined in on the beating I saw something that filled me with dread. One of the sith was staring at me, it wasn't a scowl he wore on his face, in fact, he had no expression, he was just... staring, with eyes that were like pits. All of a sudden everything became too much, I felt a great power surge out of me from within and when I opened my eyes the five soldiers were on the floor. Dead. With burns all over their bodies and sparks about the wounds. All I knew for sure was that they were dead and the sith was now no more than a meter in front of me with his blank stare boring into my eyes. He told me I was strong in the force and that I was of the purest race in the galaxy, that I was born to be sith. He said I had a choice, become his weapon, or die. I accepted his offer and became sith from that moment I was no longer the nameless child from a planet few had even heard of, I was Praenuntius Mortis. The Harbinger of Death. And the whole galaxy will know my name... and fear it.

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−	I am Darth Praenuntius Mortis, but I was not always so, I was born and lived on the planet Vendaxa, a land born from a nightmare, where I hunted for any scrap I could come across in order to survive, I had no mother and no father, I was completely alone. Vendaxa is the home world of the Acklay, a giant carnivorous creature with teeth like daggers and six legs with tips as sharp as a Mandalorian sword. The villages around the dense jungle region of Vendaxa were frequently swarmed with the giant monstrosities and so I took every chance I could to turn one persons terror into my gain. When the imperials came with their Sith masters I had not eaten in two weeks, I did not care why they were on my home world, I looked at this as an opportunity, all I cared about was the food they were bound to have with them. I found their storage tent and picked up as much food as I could, but as I was near the outskirts of the imps camp, they spotted me, five imperial soldiers swarmed around me, the burlier of the five raised his fist to me and began beating me again and again, his punches were so powerful it felt like a rancor was pounding down on my head. As the other four soldiers joined in on the beating I saw something that filled me with dread. One of the Sith was staring at me, it wasn't a scowl he wore on his face, in fact, he had no expression, he was just... staring, with eyes that were like pits. All of a sudden everything became too much, I felt a great power surge out of me from within and when I opened my eyes the five soldiers were on the floor. Dead. With burns all over their bodies and sparks about the wounds. All I knew for sure was that they were dead and the Sith was now no more than a meter in front of me with his blank stare boring into my eyes. He told me I was strong in the force and that I was of the purest race in the galaxy, that I was born to be Sith. He said I had a choice, become his weapon, or die. I accepted his offer and became Sith, from that moment I was no longer the nameless child from a planet few had even heard of, I was Praenuntius Mortis. The Harbinger of Death. The whole galaxy would come to know my name... and fear it.	+	I am Darth Praenuntius Mortis, but I was not always so, I was born and lived on the planet Vendaxa, a land born from a nightmare, where I hunted for any scrap I could come across in order to survive, I had no mother and no father, I was completely alone. Vendaxa is the home world of the Acklay, a giant carnivorous creature with teeth like daggers and six legs with tips as sharp as a Mandalorian sword. The villages around the dense jungle region of Vendaxa were frequently swarmed with the giant monstrosities and so I took every chance I could to turn one persons terror into my gain. When the imperials came with their Sith masters I had not eaten in two weeks, I did not care why they were on my home world, I looked at this as an opportunity, all I cared about was the food they were bound to have with them. I found their storage tent and picked up as much food as I could, but as I was near the outskirts of the imps camp, they spotted me, five imperial soldiers swarmed around me, the burlier of the five raised his fist to me and began beating me again and again, his punches were so powerful it felt like a rancor was pounding down on my head. As the other four soldiers joined in on the beating I saw something that filled me with dread. One of the Sith was staring at me, it wasn't a scowl he wore on his face, in fact, he had no expression, he was just... staring, with eyes that were like pits. All of a sudden everything became too much, I felt a great power surge out of me from within and when I opened my eyes the five soldiers were on the floor. Dead. With burns all over their bodies and sparks about the wounds. All I knew for sure was that they were dead and the Sith was now no more than a meter in front of me with his blank stare boring into my eyes. He told me I was strong in the force and that I was of the purest race in the galaxy, that I was born to be Sith. He said I had a choice, become his weapon, or die. I accepted his offer and became Sith, from that moment I was no longer the nameless child from a planet few had even heard of, I was Praenuntius Mortis. The Harbinger of Death. The whole galaxy would come to know my name... and fear it.

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	I am Darth Praenuntius Mortis, but I was not always so, I was born and lived on the planet Vendaxa, a land born from a nightmare, where I hunted for any scrap I could come across in order to survive, I had no mother and no father, I was completely alone. Vendaxa is the home world of the Acklay, a giant carnivorous creature with teeth like daggers and six legs with tips as sharp as a Mandalorian sword. The villages around the dense jungle region of Vendaxa were frequently swarmed with the giant monstrosities and so I took every chance I could to turn one persons terror into my gain. When the imperials came with their Sith masters I had not eaten in two weeks, I did not care why they were on my home world, I looked at this as an opportunity, all I cared about was the food they were bound to have with them. I found their storage tent and picked up as much food as I could, but as I was near the outskirts of the imps camp, they spotted me, five imperial soldiers swarmed around me, the burlier of the five raised his fist to me and began beating me again and again, his punches were so powerful it felt like a rancor was pounding down on my head. As the other four soldiers joined in on the beating I saw something that filled me with dread. One of the Sith was staring at me, it wasn't a scowl he wore on his face, in fact, he had no expression, he was just... staring, with eyes that were like pits. All of a sudden everything became too much, I felt a great power surge out of me from within and when I opened my eyes the five soldiers were on the floor. Dead. With burns all over their bodies and sparks about the wounds. All I knew for sure was that they were dead and the Sith was now no more than a meter in front of me with his blank stare boring into my eyes. He told me I was strong in the force and that I was of the purest race in the galaxy, that I was born to be Sith. He said I had a choice, become his weapon, or die. I accepted his offer and became Sith, from that moment I was no longer the nameless child from a planet few had even heard of, I was Praenuntius Mortis. The Harbinger of Death. The whole galaxy would come to know my name... and fear it.		I am Darth Praenuntius Mortis, but I was not always so, I was born and lived on the planet Vendaxa, a land born from a nightmare, where I hunted for any scrap I could come across in order to survive, I had no mother and no father, I was completely alone. Vendaxa is the home world of the Acklay, a giant carnivorous creature with teeth like daggers and six legs with tips as sharp as a Mandalorian sword. The villages around the dense jungle region of Vendaxa were frequently swarmed with the giant monstrosities and so I took every chance I could to turn one persons terror into my gain. When the imperials came with their Sith masters I had not eaten in two weeks, I did not care why they were on my home world, I looked at this as an opportunity, all I cared about was the food they were bound to have with them. I found their storage tent and picked up as much food as I could, but as I was near the outskirts of the imps camp, they spotted me, five imperial soldiers swarmed around me, the burlier of the five raised his fist to me and began beating me again and again, his punches were so powerful it felt like a rancor was pounding down on my head. As the other four soldiers joined in on the beating I saw something that filled me with dread. One of the Sith was staring at me, it wasn't a scowl he wore on his face, in fact, he had no expression, he was just... staring, with eyes that were like pits. All of a sudden everything became too much, I felt a great power surge out of me from within and when I opened my eyes the five soldiers were on the floor. Dead. With burns all over their bodies and sparks about the wounds. All I knew for sure was that they were dead and the Sith was now no more than a meter in front of me with his blank stare boring into my eyes. He told me I was strong in the force and that I was of the purest race in the galaxy, that I was born to be Sith. He said I had a choice, become his weapon, or die. I accepted his offer and became Sith, from that moment I was no longer the nameless child from a planet few had even heard of, I was Praenuntius Mortis. The Harbinger of Death. The whole galaxy would come to know my name... and fear it.

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−	[[~~Media~~:Praenuntius.jpg]]I am Darth Praenuntius Mortis, but I was not always so, I was born and lived on the planet Vendaxa, a land born from a nightmare, where I hunted for any scrap I could come across in order to survive, I had no mother and no father, I was completely alone. Vendaxa is the home world of the Acklay, a giant carnivorous creature with teeth like daggers and six legs with tips as sharp as a Mandalorian sword. The villages around the dense jungle region of Vendaxa were frequently swarmed with the giant monstrosities and so I took every chance I could to turn one persons terror into my gain. When the imperials came with their Sith masters I had not eaten in two weeks, I did not care why they were on my home world, I looked at this as an opportunity, all I cared about was the food they were bound to have with them. I found their storage tent and picked up as much food as I could, but as I was near the outskirts of the imps camp, they spotted me, five imperial soldiers swarmed around me, the burlier of the five raised his fist to me and began beating me again and again, his punches were so powerful it felt like a rancor was pounding down on my head. As the other four soldiers joined in on the beating I saw something that filled me with dread. One of the Sith was staring at me, it wasn't a scowl he wore on his face, in fact, he had no expression, he was just... staring, with eyes that were like pits. All of a sudden everything became too much, I felt a great power surge out of me from within and when I opened my eyes the five soldiers were on the floor. Dead. With burns all over their bodies and sparks about the wounds. All I knew for sure was that they were dead and the Sith was now no more than a meter in front of me with his blank stare boring into my eyes. He told me I was strong in the force and that I was of the purest race in the galaxy, that I was born to be Sith. He said I had a choice, become his weapon, or die. I accepted his offer and became Sith, from that moment I was no longer the nameless child from a planet few had even heard of, I was Praenuntius Mortis. The Harbinger of Death. The whole galaxy would come to know my name... and fear it.	+	[[File:Praenuntius.jpg]]
		+	I am Darth Praenuntius Mortis, but I was not always so, I was born and lived on the planet Vendaxa, a land born from a nightmare, where I hunted for any scrap I could come across in order to survive, I had no mother and no father, I was completely alone. Vendaxa is the home world of the Acklay, a giant carnivorous creature with teeth like daggers and six legs with tips as sharp as a Mandalorian sword. The villages around the dense jungle region of Vendaxa were frequently swarmed with the giant monstrosities and so I took every chance I could to turn one persons terror into my gain. When the imperials came with their Sith masters I had not eaten in two weeks, I did not care why they were on my home world, I looked at this as an opportunity, all I cared about was the food they were bound to have with them. I found their storage tent and picked up as much food as I could, but as I was near the outskirts of the imps camp, they spotted me, five imperial soldiers swarmed around me, the burlier of the five raised his fist to me and began beating me again and again, his punches were so powerful it felt like a rancor was pounding down on my head. As the other four soldiers joined in on the beating I saw something that filled me with dread. One of the Sith was staring at me, it wasn't a scowl he wore on his face, in fact, he had no expression, he was just... staring, with eyes that were like pits. All of a sudden everything became too much, I felt a great power surge out of me from within and when I opened my eyes the five soldiers were on the floor. Dead. With burns all over their bodies and sparks about the wounds. All I knew for sure was that they were dead and the Sith was now no more than a meter in front of me with his blank stare boring into my eyes. He told me I was strong in the force and that I was of the purest race in the galaxy, that I was born to be Sith. He said I had a choice, become his weapon, or die. I accepted his offer and became Sith, from that moment I was no longer the nameless child from a planet few had even heard of, I was Praenuntius Mortis. The Harbinger of Death. The whole galaxy would come to know my name... and fear it.

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−	[[~~File~~:Praenuntius.jpg]]I am Darth Praenuntius Mortis, but I was not always so, I was born and lived on the planet Vendaxa, a land born from a nightmare, where I hunted for any scrap I could come across in order to survive, I had no mother and no father, I was completely alone. Vendaxa is the home world of the Acklay, a giant carnivorous creature with teeth like daggers and six legs with tips as sharp as a Mandalorian sword. The villages around the dense jungle region of Vendaxa were frequently swarmed with the giant monstrosities and so I took every chance I could to turn one persons terror into my gain. When the imperials came with their Sith masters I had not eaten in two weeks, I did not care why they were on my home world, I looked at this as an opportunity, all I cared about was the food they were bound to have with them. I found their storage tent and picked up as much food as I could, but as I was near the outskirts of the imps camp, they spotted me, five imperial soldiers swarmed around me, the burlier of the five raised his fist to me and began beating me again and again, his punches were so powerful it felt like a rancor was pounding down on my head. As the other four soldiers joined in on the beating I saw something that filled me with dread. One of the Sith was staring at me, it wasn't a scowl he wore on his face, in fact, he had no expression, he was just... staring, with eyes that were like pits. All of a sudden everything became too much, I felt a great power surge out of me from within and when I opened my eyes the five soldiers were on the floor. Dead. With burns all over their bodies and sparks about the wounds. All I knew for sure was that they were dead and the Sith was now no more than a meter in front of me with his blank stare boring into my eyes. He told me I was strong in the force and that I was of the purest race in the galaxy, that I was born to be Sith. He said I had a choice, become his weapon, or die. I accepted his offer and became Sith, from that moment I was no longer the nameless child from a planet few had even heard of, I was Praenuntius Mortis. The Harbinger of Death. The whole galaxy would come to know my name... and fear it.	+	[[Media:Praenuntius.jpg]]I am Darth Praenuntius Mortis, but I was not always so, I was born and lived on the planet Vendaxa, a land born from a nightmare, where I hunted for any scrap I could come across in order to survive, I had no mother and no father, I was completely alone. Vendaxa is the home world of the Acklay, a giant carnivorous creature with teeth like daggers and six legs with tips as sharp as a Mandalorian sword. The villages around the dense jungle region of Vendaxa were frequently swarmed with the giant monstrosities and so I took every chance I could to turn one persons terror into my gain. When the imperials came with their Sith masters I had not eaten in two weeks, I did not care why they were on my home world, I looked at this as an opportunity, all I cared about was the food they were bound to have with them. I found their storage tent and picked up as much food as I could, but as I was near the outskirts of the imps camp, they spotted me, five imperial soldiers swarmed around me, the burlier of the five raised his fist to me and began beating me again and again, his punches were so powerful it felt like a rancor was pounding down on my head. As the other four soldiers joined in on the beating I saw something that filled me with dread. One of the Sith was staring at me, it wasn't a scowl he wore on his face, in fact, he had no expression, he was just... staring, with eyes that were like pits. All of a sudden everything became too much, I felt a great power surge out of me from within and when I opened my eyes the five soldiers were on the floor. Dead. With burns all over their bodies and sparks about the wounds. All I knew for sure was that they were dead and the Sith was now no more than a meter in front of me with his blank stare boring into my eyes. He told me I was strong in the force and that I was of the purest race in the galaxy, that I was born to be Sith. He said I had a choice, become his weapon, or die. I accepted his offer and became Sith, from that moment I was no longer the nameless child from a planet few had even heard of, I was Praenuntius Mortis. The Harbinger of Death. The whole galaxy would come to know my name... and fear it.

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−	I am Darth Praenuntius Mortis, but I was not always so, I was born and lived on the planet Vendaxa, a land born from a nightmare, where I hunted for any scrap I could come across in order to survive, I had no mother and no father, I was completely alone. Vendaxa is the home world of the Acklay, a giant carnivorous creature with teeth like daggers and six legs with tips as sharp as a Mandalorian sword. The villages around the dense jungle region of Vendaxa were frequently swarmed with the giant monstrosities and so I took every chance I could to turn one persons terror into my gain. When the imperials came with their Sith masters I had not eaten in two weeks, I did not care why they were on my home world, I looked at this as an opportunity, all I cared about was the food they were bound to have with them. I found their storage tent and picked up as much food as I could, but as I was near the outskirts of the imps camp, they spotted me, five imperial soldiers swarmed around me, the burlier of the five raised his fist to me and began beating me again and again, his punches were so powerful it felt like a rancor was pounding down on my head. As the other four soldiers joined in on the beating I saw something that filled me with dread. One of the Sith was staring at me, it wasn't a scowl he wore on his face, in fact, he had no expression, he was just... staring, with eyes that were like pits. All of a sudden everything became too much, I felt a great power surge out of me from within and when I opened my eyes the five soldiers were on the floor. Dead. With burns all over their bodies and sparks about the wounds. All I knew for sure was that they were dead and the Sith was now no more than a meter in front of me with his blank stare boring into my eyes. He told me I was strong in the force and that I was of the purest race in the galaxy, that I was born to be Sith. He said I had a choice, become his weapon, or die. I accepted his offer and became Sith, from that moment I was no longer the nameless child from a planet few had even heard of, I was Praenuntius Mortis. The Harbinger of Death. The whole galaxy would come to know my name... and fear it.	+	[[File:Praenuntius.jpg]]I am Darth Praenuntius Mortis, but I was not always so, I was born and lived on the planet Vendaxa, a land born from a nightmare, where I hunted for any scrap I could come across in order to survive, I had no mother and no father, I was completely alone. Vendaxa is the home world of the Acklay, a giant carnivorous creature with teeth like daggers and six legs with tips as sharp as a Mandalorian sword. The villages around the dense jungle region of Vendaxa were frequently swarmed with the giant monstrosities and so I took every chance I could to turn one persons terror into my gain. When the imperials came with their Sith masters I had not eaten in two weeks, I did not care why they were on my home world, I looked at this as an opportunity, all I cared about was the food they were bound to have with them. I found their storage tent and picked up as much food as I could, but as I was near the outskirts of the imps camp, they spotted me, five imperial soldiers swarmed around me, the burlier of the five raised his fist to me and began beating me again and again, his punches were so powerful it felt like a rancor was pounding down on my head. As the other four soldiers joined in on the beating I saw something that filled me with dread. One of the Sith was staring at me, it wasn't a scowl he wore on his face, in fact, he had no expression, he was just... staring, with eyes that were like pits. All of a sudden everything became too much, I felt a great power surge out of me from within and when I opened my eyes the five soldiers were on the floor. Dead. With burns all over their bodies and sparks about the wounds. All I knew for sure was that they were dead and the Sith was now no more than a meter in front of me with his blank stare boring into my eyes. He told me I was strong in the force and that I was of the purest race in the galaxy, that I was born to be Sith. He said I had a choice, become his weapon, or die. I accepted his offer and became Sith, from that moment I was no longer the nameless child from a planet few had even heard of, I was Praenuntius Mortis. The Harbinger of Death. The whole galaxy would come to know my name... and fear it.

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−	I am Darth Praenuntius Mortis, but I was not always so, I was born and lived on the planet Vendaxa, a land born from a nightmare, where I hunted for any scrap I could come across in order to survive, I had no mother and no father, I was completely alone. Vendaxa is the home world of the Acklay, a giant carnivorous creature with teeth like daggers and six legs with tips as sharp as a Mandalorian sword. The villages around the dense jungle region of Vendaxa were frequently swarmed with the giant monstrosities and so I took every chance I could to turn one persons terror into my gain. When the imperials came with their Sith masters I had not eaten in two weeks, I did not care why they were on my home world, I looked at this as an opportunity, all I cared about was the food they were bound to have with them. I found their storage tent and picked up as much food as I could, but as I was near the outskirts of the imps camp, they spotted me, five imperial soldiers swarmed around me, the burlier of the five raised his fist to me and began beating me again and again, his punches were so powerful it felt like a rancor was pounding down on my head. As the other four soldiers joined in on the beating I saw something that filled me with dread. One of the Sith was staring at me, it wasn't a scowl he wore on his face, in fact, he had no expression, he was just... staring, with eyes that were like pits. All of a sudden everything became too much, I felt a great power surge out of me from within and when I opened my eyes the five soldiers were on the floor. Dead. With burns all over their bodies and sparks about the wounds. All I knew for sure was that they were dead and the Sith was now no more than a meter in front of me with his blank stare boring into my eyes. He told me I was strong in the force and that I was of the purest race in the galaxy, that I was born to be Sith. He said I had a choice, become his weapon, or die. I accepted his offer and became Sith from that moment I was no longer the nameless child from a planet few had even heard of, I was Praenuntius Mortis. The Harbinger of Death. ~~And the~~ whole galaxy ~~will~~ know my name... and fear it.	+	I am Darth Praenuntius Mortis, but I was not always so, I was born and lived on the planet Vendaxa, a land born from a nightmare, where I hunted for any scrap I could come across in order to survive, I had no mother and no father, I was completely alone. Vendaxa is the home world of the Acklay, a giant carnivorous creature with teeth like daggers and six legs with tips as sharp as a Mandalorian sword. The villages around the dense jungle region of Vendaxa were frequently swarmed with the giant monstrosities and so I took every chance I could to turn one persons terror into my gain. When the imperials came with their Sith masters I had not eaten in two weeks, I did not care why they were on my home world, I looked at this as an opportunity, all I cared about was the food they were bound to have with them. I found their storage tent and picked up as much food as I could, but as I was near the outskirts of the imps camp, they spotted me, five imperial soldiers swarmed around me, the burlier of the five raised his fist to me and began beating me again and again, his punches were so powerful it felt like a rancor was pounding down on my head. As the other four soldiers joined in on the beating I saw something that filled me with dread. One of the Sith was staring at me, it wasn't a scowl he wore on his face, in fact, he had no expression, he was just... staring, with eyes that were like pits. All of a sudden everything became too much, I felt a great power surge out of me from within and when I opened my eyes the five soldiers were on the floor. Dead. With burns all over their bodies and sparks about the wounds. All I knew for sure was that they were dead and the Sith was now no more than a meter in front of me with his blank stare boring into my eyes. He told me I was strong in the force and that I was of the purest race in the galaxy, that I was born to be Sith. He said I had a choice, become his weapon, or die. I accepted his offer and became Sith, from that moment I was no longer the nameless child from a planet few had even heard of, I was Praenuntius Mortis. The Harbinger of Death. The whole galaxy would come to know my name... and fear it.

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−	I am Darth Praenuntius Mortis, but I was not always so, I was born and lived on the planet Vendaxa, a land born from a nightmare, where I hunted for any scrap I could come across in order to survive, I had no mother and no father, I was completely alone. Vendaxa is the home world of the Acklay, a giant carnivorous creature with teeth like daggers and six legs with tips as sharp as a ~~mandalorian~~ sword. The villages around the dense jungle region of Vendaxa were frequently swarmed with the giant monstrosities and so I took every chance I could to turn one persons terror into my gain. When the imperials came with their ~~sith~~ masters I had not eaten in two weeks, I did not care why they were on my home world, I looked at this as an opportunity, all I cared about was the food they were bound to have with them. I found their storage tent and picked up as much food as I could, but as I was near the outskirts of the imps camp, they spotted me, five imperial soldiers swarmed around me, the burlier of the five raised his fist to me and began beating me again and again, his punches were so powerful it felt like a rancor was pounding down on my head. As the other four soldiers joined in on the beating I saw something that filled me with dread. One of the ~~sith~~ was staring at me, it wasn't a scowl he wore on his face, in fact, he had no expression, he was just... staring, with eyes that were like pits. All of a sudden everything became too much, I felt a great power surge out of me from within and when I opened my eyes the five soldiers were on the floor. Dead. With burns all over their bodies and sparks about the wounds. All I knew for sure was that they were dead and the ~~sith~~ was now no more than a meter in front of me with his blank stare boring into my eyes. He told me I was strong in the force and that I was of the purest race in the galaxy, that I was born to be ~~sith~~. He said I had a choice, become his weapon, or die. I accepted his offer and became ~~sith~~ from that moment I was no longer the nameless child from a planet few had even heard of, I was Praenuntius Mortis. The Harbinger of Death. And the whole galaxy will know my name... and fear it.	+	I am Darth Praenuntius Mortis, but I was not always so, I was born and lived on the planet Vendaxa, a land born from a nightmare, where I hunted for any scrap I could come across in order to survive, I had no mother and no father, I was completely alone. Vendaxa is the home world of the Acklay, a giant carnivorous creature with teeth like daggers and six legs with tips as sharp as a Mandalorian sword. The villages around the dense jungle region of Vendaxa were frequently swarmed with the giant monstrosities and so I took every chance I could to turn one persons terror into my gain. When the imperials came with their Sith masters I had not eaten in two weeks, I did not care why they were on my home world, I looked at this as an opportunity, all I cared about was the food they were bound to have with them. I found their storage tent and picked up as much food as I could, but as I was near the outskirts of the imps camp, they spotted me, five imperial soldiers swarmed around me, the burlier of the five raised his fist to me and began beating me again and again, his punches were so powerful it felt like a rancor was pounding down on my head. As the other four soldiers joined in on the beating I saw something that filled me with dread. One of the Sith was staring at me, it wasn't a scowl he wore on his face, in fact, he had no expression, he was just... staring, with eyes that were like pits. All of a sudden everything became too much, I felt a great power surge out of me from within and when I opened my eyes the five soldiers were on the floor. Dead. With burns all over their bodies and sparks about the wounds. All I knew for sure was that they were dead and the Sith was now no more than a meter in front of me with his blank stare boring into my eyes. He told me I was strong in the force and that I was of the purest race in the galaxy, that I was born to be Sith. He said I had a choice, become his weapon, or die. I accepted his offer and became Sith from that moment I was no longer the nameless child from a planet few had even heard of, I was Praenuntius Mortis. The Harbinger of Death. And the whole galaxy will know my name... and fear it.