Ernordeth Puer-Irae

Equite 4, Rogues, Sith
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Competition
The Haiku Strikes Back
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Die you rebel scum
Find the master who plays dumb
He's our only hope

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The Haiku Awakens
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Kylo loves Grandpa
Second viewing not as good
Who are Rey's parents?

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Let's Haiku #1: Light
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Shadows disappear
Light rises like the morning sun
Darkness on the run

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Aftermath: Week 3 Poetry 3
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He will never die
No matter how we try
He remains alive

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Aftermath: Week 3 Poetry 2
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Pravus has the power
Every minute and every hour
To destroy and devour
All that is sweet and sour

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Aftermath: Week 3 Poetry 1
Textual submission

Pravus goes pew pew pew
Killing Jedi two by two
It's too bad nobody knew
About his powerful kazoo

Competition
[Sins of the Past] [Episode II] Fiction
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Ernordeth Puer-Irae opted out of publishing his submission.
Competition
[Nighthawk] June Battleteam Fiction - Open Prompt
Textual submission

Ernordeth walked through the Nighthawk slowly. His yellow eyes stared at his peers. The door to his quarters opened quickly as he entered to sit in the red dye he used to maintain his red skin. It was time for a nap and a soak.

Competition
[Nighthawk] March Battleteam Fiction - Open Prompt
Submission
Ernordeth Puer-Irae opted out of publishing his submission.
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[HHN] Scary Stories
Textual submission

[You unlock this door with the key of imagination](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zi6wNGwd84g). Beyond it is another dimension. A dimension of sound. A dimension of [sight](https://www.darkjedibrotherhood.com/members/7640). A dimension of mind. You're moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas. You just crossed over into...the [Danger Zone](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d3D7Y_ycSms).

Ernordeth stalked stealthily into the the dimly lit room his peers sat gathered around in a circle. Tales of Krayt Dragons and Rancor ghouls traded between each other on this unusual moonless night as the chill bit beneath their robes. The Sith's herculean frame was intimidating to most, but his clanmates had become accustomed to his devilish demeanor. His red face was hidden by the Sith Helmet he was awarded during his duty as Grand Master Pravus' guardsman. Each of his peers were calmly relaxed, despite the eerie night. The Praetor slithered towards Uji, unsheathing his newly awarded Amethyst Kukri and brought the blade to the Aedile's throat. The Obelisk's face grew pale as he heard his friend's voice whisper ["Why so serious?"](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ly1al4K3u2M) Ernordeth bellowed a laugh as he returned the violet kukri to it's home. He [jerked off](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VS4QGEQaclk) his helmet and placed it between his feet as his frame plopped towards an empty chair. The Sith must have been having delusions of grandeur if he believed he wouldn't have captured the attention of his fellow Arconans. His red chest raised and fell as he swallowed the air in anticipation of telling his story.

"You sit merrily in the halls of Selen enjoying your bread. Haven't you heard about the long winter? It lasted 7 years and the blue milk could barely stay liquid. We were able to process it still into butter, though. However, it was impossible to warm. No matter what type of heat was applied it was never malleable. It would bounce off a lightsaber blade like a cortosis imbued sword. It could be cut, but would never melt. How would you enjoy your bread then? There's only one answer. You wouldn't." The room began blubbering and it was like a million voices cried out at once at the injustice.