Personal Studies: House Saltaeon

[Joslae]

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"A delayed entry. I had to stop for a long time to gather my thoughts. To address what had to be addressed. The deal that I made with Lord Iezkon was that if any information about House Saltaeon was to be found in the archives it must be public information. There may be other Sith reading my own journel. Darth Vhial is dead, and I am the Matriarch of House Saltaeon and it's Powerbase."

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I was informed of this news by the Dark Lord, a few days after my father was killed by Jedi Master Zaran Xin. I don't know if he was weak or his enemy was strong. I don't think I care. But in the aftermath, there are now multiple copies of Saltaeon, refusing to see me as the rightful Matriarch. My uncle, Daqzul, is calling himself Lord Saltaeon. My grandaunt, Tulae, as ancient as she is, has ralied my great uncle Kayyun and has taken their part of the family into hiding. No doubt with many ancient pieces of knowledge. Other aunts and uncles flock to Daqzul, while I have barely my brother and youngest cousin at my side. But I am in the light of the Horuset Sun, my family are not. They will not have the choice to kneel and surrender.

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I entered the tombs on Korriban for the first time, with my brother, we laid our father to rest there. A simple stone casket for his body, with a quiet ritual. Some personal items left with him. A distant relative who I met just once decided to attend, being my elder he was the one who carried out the funeral rite. The tombs were cold, far more than I would have expected from even Korriban. As much as I hated my father, he deserved to be there in death, just like I will be when my duty is done. In the coming months I make contact with stone masons to arrange a chamber for myself. That is a grim thought, and what I will leave this on.

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