At one point in time Luprora stood as a haven to the immigrated Lupr’or. The haven did not last as worsening climates reduced the population down to a single settlement. All that remains is the corpse of a civilization, constructed from a combination of wood and metal that barely resemble buildings. They function more as a protective shell and a solid frame for those that remain, hoped to be far outside the reach of the native threats.

The rising tide of the expansive seas lap at the outcroppings of obsidian rock that makes up what remains of the land. Mountainous croppings that shrink with the coming waters. Passageways and staircases are carved into the stone itself, left to assist those travelling in low tide. The scattered relics of technology lies abandoned throughout the expanse as a testament to the Lupr'or's original immigration, left unused and at the mercy of erosion and time.

The tide stands as the greatest threat to life on Luprora. Starting at its lowest point at dawn, the tide rises throughout the day and brings with it the native Tsw’ells. These tentacled monstrosities sleep in the earliest hours of the morning and reside in the ocean’s waters. It is ill-advised to travel along the shoreline, as Tsw’ells have been known to drag unsuspecting individuals to their deaths beneath the waves. These massive creatures aren't the lone threat to those who trespass upon the surface. The R’ora live among the shallow outcroppings across the planet. Extremely territorial, this species is sentient enough to wield primitive polearms and rely on the presence of Tsw’ells for protection.

Luprora the haven is a promise lost to the sea, with only the battle for survival left behind.

The eerie glow of Luprora's rising tide cast long shadows over the desolate landscape, weaving a tapestry of darkness and muted light. Nora Olen, her Equite Brotherhood Robes billowing in the wind like tattered banners of a forgotten era, navigated the precarious pathways carved into the obsidian rock. The remnants of the Lupr'or civilization whispered of a once-thriving haven now swallowed by the relentless sea, the skeletal structures echoing the forlorn cries of a bygone people.

Her red lightsaber, a beacon of ominous brilliance, hummed softly at her side, its glow casting an ethereal sheen on the uneven rocks. The Ring of diPlagia, an ancient artifact resonating with the power of the dark side, glinted ominously in the fading light. Nora was drawn to Luprora by whispers carried by the Force – tales of ancient Sith artifacts buried within the ruins, a potential source of power to augment her already formidable abilities as a Seeker. Little did she know, however, that Hevan Slavis, a seasoned Sith warrior with shadows clinging to his every step, shared the same dark ambition.

As Nora advanced through the narrow passages, the air seemed to thicken with the weight of forgotten history. The remnants of Luprora's once-grand architecture loomed like mournful sentinels, their silent testimony to the eons that had passed since their creation. The wind carried ghostly echoes of ancient ceremonies and the laughter of a people now lost to time.

Her keen intellect, a finely tuned instrument of perception, sensed another presence in the shadows. The subtle disturbance in the Force sent a shiver down her spine, and she tightened her grip on the hilt of her lightsaber. Eyes, the color of molten determination, scanned the shifting darkness. Hevan Slavis emerged, his dark armor seeming to absorb what little light remained in Luprora's fading day. The ominous silhouette of a Sith stood against the backdrop of Luprora's decaying splendor, a visual representation of the inevitable clash between two seekers of forbidden power.

The two Sith locked eyes, the tension between them palpable enough to be a living entity. The Ring of transcendence on Hevan's finger gleamed ominously, as if resonating with the dark side that coursed through both their veins. A moment passed, and then the stillness shattered like glass under the weight of their shared purpose.

"I seek the artifacts of power hidden in these ruins," declared Nora, her voice carrying the weight of determination. The wind carried her words, whispering them through the skeletal remains. "Stand aside or face the consequences."

Hevan's response was a low, menacing chuckle that reverberated through the ruins like a ghostly echo. "I came for the same reason, Seeker," he said, his voice a serpent's hiss in the stillness. "But I won't yield to someone like you."

Without further words, Hevan ignited his lightsaber, the crimson blade casting an ominous glow that danced with the eerie light of Luprora's rising tide. Nora unsheathed her own weapon, its humming energy mirroring the rhythmic rise and fall of the tide, an ominous prelude to the clash of two titans in the heart of a forsaken realm.