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  1. Rilwen_Shadowflame Force Ghost

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    Mar 27, 2005
    star 6
    IC: Rilwen Shadowflame
    Rilwen had watched, seemingly calm, throughout, despite her concerns. The events were of a nature too fearsome to watch, yet too important to look away.
    Abruptly, she began to shiver. She'd always been a strong Empath...perhaps too strong, on Korriban. There was no comfort in the feelings of others...and most especially not now.
    The Dark Lord was handing down his punishment to Darth Draconis- Rilwen's face paled as she caught the echoes of what that punishment was. The shades of Korriban were thick here...Rilwen looked ashen, realising what was happening.
    Cruel. Far crueller than death. To be violated mentally by the gibbering torments of Dark Spirits...The mental link between Rilwen and her Master had been strong, and now it showed her far more than she'd ever have wanted to see of what was taking place.
    Darth Draconis was flung away- outcast, forsaken. Rilwen tightened her shields that none might sense her sadness. She had left for valid reasons, true, but a link between Master and Apprentice could not be severed lightly. She'd respected him, followed him, learned from him.
    Her loyalties lay with the Sith, and with the Dark Lord. But until he had forced a crossing of loyalties, her Master had held part of her loyalty also.
    As Darth Vassago turned and left, Rilwen walked over to where Draconis'sabers lay, where he had placed them in submission to the Dark Lord's judgement.
    Rilwen picked them up, solemn-faced.
    She turned and walked to where the others stood, nodding respectfully to Darth Nemisis.
    Rilwen unclipped a lightsaber hilt from her belt- one of those formerly belonging to Trimaj. She extended it to Rian, speaking in a calm, smooth voice.
    "You who are impetuous in wielding the saber borrowed from another...be more circumspect with a saber held in your own right, unless you joy in seeking trouble in larger scales than can be handled."
    It was advice- nothing more, nothing less. No insult, yet no praise. No anger in her tone, but no note of happiness either. The hilt in Rilwen's hand bore a Platinum inlaid onyx handle with an angled grip, and claw indenations from the previous owner- and Rilwen knew from practice with it that the blade it emitted shone silver.
    She waited for a reaction, curious as to how her gesture and comment would be recieved.
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  2. Spaceman_Spiff Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Nov 30, 2001
    star 4
    IC Pestilence the Wookiee:

    "This Order will flourish if we continue to go about our business the way we have. Each of you conducted yourself very well...save, perhaps...only a few. Our great Order is stronger than ever! There is no challenge that could shake us. Our power is unmmatched throughout these lands. Throughout the entire Galaxy. No one...can touch us."

    With these words, Vassago had doomed the Sith Order. The Warrior hid her disappointment well. The Dark Lord's arrogance would get his followers killed. They were not going to be ready for what was coming. So, she would play the part of a loyal soldier, unquestioning, but, when the time came, she could do what she had to do, and Vassago would either perform the right action, or fall to her blade. She made a vow to herself to keep track of Draconis' whereabouts. If he could be brought back from the brink of insanity, he would make a tremendous ally in the events to come.

    Plans had to be made, secret plans in the solitude of the darkness, in order to prepare for what she knew lay in wait for the Sith. It was apparent, from Vassago's words and recent actions, that she could not reveal to her fellow Sith the true magnitude of what she had discovered deep underground. As it stood right now, she was the only being within the walls of this temple that understood exactly what was going to happen in the not-too-distant future. She would make full use of thie advantage.

    Now, however, to play her part in this farce.
    "I shall help with the disposal of this . . . corpse."

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  3. greyjedi125 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Apr 29, 2002
    star 4
    Manticore

    The Dark Lord's Throne Room

    The Sith Apprentice remained kneeling as he waited his Master's response, but what he experienced before he received an answer, he would never forget.

    He could not see the ruined form of Lord Draconis from his bowed position, but he could follow events in the Force as Darth Vassago addressed his former apprentice.

    "Traitor to your own cause..." said the Dark Lord, the sound of his voice just above a whisper....carrying through the air like a heavy wind through a valley. The tone of his voice cannot be described, yet they were laden with disdain. The blood red zabrak could clearly hear his Master's foot falls as he descended the dark stairs of the Sith Throne. Fateful footsteps that announced the shamed one his imminent fate.

    "You expect mercy for your sacrafice, Lord Draconis?" asked the Dark Lord.

    It was a good question, Manticore thought. So much hinged upon the answer.

    "Or perhaps you merely wish it? Either way, my old friend...you will find your hopes are in vain. The mercy you seek is not within me, oh no..."

    The Dark Lord moves, taking a few steps, each time getting closer to Draconis.

    Manticore cannot follow these events with his eyes, nor does he need to. He feels it all through the Force. Through the Darkside. Unseen Billowing Black Power surges all about, no doubt caused by the Dark Lord himself. Manticore feels a fraction of it an is nearly kocked down, but he manages to hold his position. What does the Dark Lord have in mind, he has no idea. Will he execute his traitorous former apprentice for his act of treason before all to see? It is clear that Vassago is not the sentimental type. It would be impossible to remain so and be the Dark Lord of the Sith.

    Darth Vassago continues with his address of Draconis.

    "Death would be too kind for you, Draconis. Such a betrayal is beyond words...my own apprentice. Everything you have you owe to me...except this. You've done this to yourself... "

    An interesting claim, Manticore muses, but has no time to ponder this as the Power of the Force is felt in action. His extended senses reveal to him what is going on better than a pair of eyes would.

    "Get up off your knees, Draconis. I taught you better than this...than to bite the hand that feeds you. A shame...As I said, death would be too kind a punishment for you. To ease your passing into the next life would almost be a reward, just as it was for Xen. So instead..."

    Suddenly, something happens. Something he feels through the Force. Something terrible. Manticore places a powerful arm on his knee and holds himself up. He grimaces as he feels a myriad of nightmarish sensations he can hardly describe. All of them horrific. Despite the discomfort and the urge to place his hands to his head, the Sith Apprentice forces himself to feel the event, to navigate this horror through the darkside. He knows that the Dark Lord is doing something unimaginable to Draconis, something that though it is not direct at him, it radiates powerfully through the Darkside of the Force.

    Even so, it feels as if the doors to the bottomless pit have been thrown open and madness and dispair would imminently shred his sanity.

    "...get out of my sight. Leave this temple, these walls! You are damned to wander the red sands of this planet, never to return to me as the man you are now! I cast you out. Now...BE GONE!"

    After this utterance by the Dark Lord, there's another dark surge of power and Manticore can sense that Draconis had been ejected suddenly through the Force. The shamed Sith Lord's presence quickly recedes, and so does the horrific sensation of madness.

    A moment passes nad seems to stretch. No one speaks or moves. Then, the Sith Apprentice receives an answer to his original question. What is thy bidding, my Master?

    "Get that out of here, if you would..."

    One does not need to guess that the Dark Lord is refering to the Gen'Dai's corpse.

    Manticore ri
  4. Zandoran_Celix Jedi Grand Master

    Member Since:
    Feb 16, 2005
    star 5
    Zandoran celix
    Throne Room of the Dark Lord

    Zandoran lsitened as the Dark Lord spoke. Everything he said was carefully chosen, not a breath wasted or a word said in vain. It was a calculated speech to target everyone who remained loyal.

    And then his last sentence said everything he meant, he meant their doom.


    "Our great Order is stronger than ever! There is no challenge that could shake us. Our power is unmmatched throughout these lands. Throughout the entire Galaxy. No one...can touch us."


    Zandoran looked down and away now. He knew the DarkLord meant to not warn them of the thing on Zenkurla. Or perhaps he didn't truly believe it could squash them all like tiny insects.

    Well that would be his downfall. Zandoran looked around the room and noticed that every seemed a bit apprehensive. Though the wookie was calm and colelcted, no doubt her part in this wasn't yet said or done.

    He would look for her later in privacy.


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  5. HunterPrime Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Apr 17, 2004
    star 1
    Re'van - The Dark Lord's Throne Room

    Re'van was vaguley aware of what was going on. She had been steadly absorbing the Darkside around her, and it had just exploded into a powerful level. She knew that a climax to all the actions that had let up to this moment were about to happen. 'ABOUT TIME!' she thought to herself. She was balancing several strong and mixed emotions, while she waited for the final decision to be made. To her eyes, even if the Jedi like Gen'dai and Draconis were correct, it was not somthing for the here and now. She wanted the prize that had been promished. And these fools had come in at the the worst of time, interrupting them just as they were to find out what they were to receive. So now, she fumed darkly, as she continued to absorb the darkside enrgies that now were wildly flowing through the area. She had dropped her head down slightly, as she kept a growl from escaping. She did not pay much attention until the Dark Lord did something, that even made her take notice. Suddenly, the darkside spiked like never before. She shuddered. Vassago had gotten up and moved towards the one called Draconis, using his abilities to lift the man to his feet.

    And then, everything went mad. The dark Lord did something, and suddenly the area became dark. It reminded Re'van of the tombs they had left not so long ago. He then began to speak, and Re'van, though not fluent within the ancient languages, could feel the deadly power that the words held. Words not ment for most beings to hear. Words of power and more. Whatever it was that Vassago was going to Draconis, it was surely not pleasant. She found herself, using some of the enormious energies that she had been absorbing, in a token effort to protect herself from the distructful magics now being called into being. Suddenly, the Dark Lord was speaking once again.

    "...get out of my sight. Leave this temple, these walls! You are damned to wander the red sands of this planet, never to return to me as the man you are now! I cast you out. Now...BE GONE!" And with that, Vassago literally tossed the man to the sands of Korriban, with naught but a gesture. Re'van found herself, both shuddering from the delight and raw energies of such a amazing display of power, and within the background of such strong emotions, feeling a small bite of fear. She was sure that whatever he had done, death would have been much more preferable. She slowly turned, and looked towards the man. After the powerful display of power, Lord Manticore, kneels before him...asking simply "What is thy bidding". The Dark Lord looks at what was left of the Gen'dai. "Get that out of here, if you would..." Someone volunteers for the job. Now perhaps, thinks Re'van, that they can finally go back to the business at hand.While this mess had been mildly intertaining, it was an annoying distraction. Even if what the others had stated was true, their attempt at trying to prove it, was poor at best.

    The Dark Lord speaks outwardly...his voice loud, and commanding. "This Order will flourish if we continue to go about our business the way we have. Each of you conducted yourself very well...save, perhaps...only a few." He steps forward, raising his arms and looking down at them. "Our great Order is stronger than ever! There is no challenge that could shake us. Our power is unmmatched throughout these lands. Throughout the entire Galaxy. No one...can touch us." The Dark Lord smiles slightly and lowers his arms back to his sides. He then motions for his apprentice to follow him...and takes his leave. For a brief second, he looks back...assuring that his apprentice is following. He sweeps his cape back elegantly and makes his way down the dark corridors to his chamber...

    '!!!WHHHAATT!!?'

    After all of the interruptions, distractions, and annoyances, and they werent even going to get what they had been promised now! They would have to wait, yet even more, until the Dark Lord felt it important enought. If ever.

    Re'van's anger exploded.

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  6. Duro_Blade Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jan 4, 2002
    star 3
    IC: Azharan, Korriban

    Darth Draconis gone, the large creature dead in a smoking heap. What a relief it wasn't him. The Dark Lord of the Sith spoke words that would allude to a Golden Age, or some other dream era of the Sith. There is little chance that "nothing could touch them", but Darth Vassago seemed to think so. Azharan thought like he always did: survival of the fittest. That's what the Sith was all about. So far at least.

    After all the dramatic of the banishing an the Dark Lord leaving, of everyone in the room Azharan noticed the one leaving out the main doors. The woman, clothed in dark clothes, that he had attempted to speak to before. Attempted. She shut him down pretty quick last time. Either way, she was as angry as a Rancor with a Wampa stuck to it's leg. She stormed out towards the library, and Azharan followed. He only knew Rilwen of the Sith Order, and she was occupied with her former Master. The one now condemned to wander the sands of the planet with insanity and the voices in his head as his only friend. "That's what you get," he said to himself as he walked towards the library. The chill in the air, even if it was still early, seemed colder than usual. He pulled his tattered robes around him and walked into the library, finding the woman in an instant. She was a blaze of anger, how the hell could he miss her?

    "Something rub you the wrong way?" He didn't hesitate to speak to her once he entered. Closing the door behind him, he spoke to her in a gruff voice. His eyes were pointed down slightly, his hood up and his dusty hair caressing his face. Once he reached the table he drew his eyes up to meet the woman's, although she seemed burried in her book. Maybe he could make a new friend.


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  7. freyautana Jedi Padawan

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    May 27, 2006
  8. HunterPrime Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Apr 17, 2004
    star 1
    Re'van - Sith Temple, Library

    Fury incarnate. It was a good way to descrive Re'van at the moment, as she stormed out of the Darth Vassago's throne room, not carrying what anyone else thought. They had things well in hand. Or they did not. It mattered not to her. What mattered to her, was because of Lord of the smoking heap had chosen that time to enter into the room, they had not gotten their prize for their hard work. And until the Dark Lord felt otherwise, if ever, they might never see it now. And it infuriated her to think that her chance might be gone, because something wished to incenerate themselves infront of them.

    For a moment, the thought to draw her sabers, and find something to cleave, until there was nothing left, was quite strong. Especially from feeding from the Darkside energies, that were swirling about so thickly within the Dark Lord's chambers. It was hard NOT to think of tearing something apart. But that was not her way. Waving a stick of light around, was all well and good, but it did not give her what the release that she craved now. What she needed. No. Perhaps it worked well for Lord Manticore, but for HER needs, she needed something more substantial. More useful. More dangerious. With that thought, she turned, and left them, heading for the library. For the books there, she had studied eariler.

    Once she was in the library, she carefully sat down, picking up a large tome. With studied practice, she made the effort to slowly turn the books pages, as she scanned them. She let the Darkside energies she had been storing for so long, slowly flow from her, as she studied the ancient texts, pouring some of the power into them, in her efforts to understand them. Everytime she thought of the Gen'dai, her anger would peak, and then gently ebb down, as she read. THIS is what she was in need of. She poured herself into the ancient tome, as she studied in the silence of the Library. A silence that did not last for long.

    "Something rub you the wrong way?" a voice rang out into the room. She did not look up, but instead, shifted slightly, as she noticed and heard the door close behind the man. Slowly, she raised her eyes, to meet his, as he moved to stand in front of her. It was the man she had met once before, in another area of the temple. He had not seemed to be one to speak before. Why in Sith start now? She looked at him, holding his gaze for a few moments, before she answered, the Darkside still rolling around her. "Figured that out all by yourself did you? Congradulations. What do you want from me, a treat?" She said, in a low calm tone of voice, even though her eyes held a silent blaze deep within. With a long sigh, she put the huge tome down, and placed her hands in front of her.

    "Why DID you follow me?" she asked him, her voice a bit less irritated this time. She did not let down her guard. But she did wonder, what motives he might have.


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  9. Duro_Blade Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jan 4, 2002
    star 3
    IC: Azharan, Korriban

    "Figured that out all by yourself did you? Congradulations. What do you want from me, a treat?" It was obvious she wasn't one for conversations. Or maybe she was just miffed. Either way, Azharan wasn't exactly pleased with the response, but he let it roll of his back, laughing it off. He kept her gaze for a moment before stepping forward and resting a hand on the table where at she sat. She spoke again. "Why DID you follow me?" Again she questioned him. An almost sardonic smile made its way over his face before he replied to the woman, sitting staring at him. "You think you're the only one upset that old Vassago didn't give out the reward he promised? My feelings tell me I had something coming to me for the role I played in there, but you don't see me with the prize promised."

    After he spoke to her he removed his hood, finally, and revealed his face. Since he had been on planet he had his hood up, but finally he tossed it back. His hair, dusty and dirty from his time out in the red sands, hung below his ears. His face was gruff, much like his attitude. He tilted his head and narrowed his eyes, making note of the woman's tone. "I didn't come her for a fight, verbal or beyond, but if that's what you want, we've got plenty of room," he trailed off for a moment. Of course, he didn't want to provoke a fight, but he wasn't one to take some words lying down and around. He gestured around the library showing it off, and the fact that if a fight broke out they would have plenty of room. He took a couple steps back putting some room between him and the table, and waited.


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  10. HunterPrime Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Apr 17, 2004
    star 1
    Re'van - Library, Sith Temple

    "Why DID you follow me?" she had asked. An almost sardonic smile made its way over his face before he replied her question. "You think you're the only one upset that old Vassago didn't give out the reward he promised? My feelings tell me I had something coming to me for the role I played in there, but you don't see me with the prize promised."

    Re'van mulled over the statement. He had something coming to him? If he did, it had nothing to do with what her group had achieved. Perhaps another task then, not that it really mattered. But at least the last part of his statement was truth. Vassago simply left them, without much notice. She could only hope that he would eventually get back to the matter. She nodded slowly in agreement.. It still didnt explain why he had followed her into the library. Or closed the door for that matter. Her anger still hung around her like a dark cloud, but it was much more controlled that eariler. She watched, as he removed his hood, finally, and revealed his face. His hair, dusty and dirty from his time out in the red sands, hung below his ears. His face was gruff, much like his attitude. He tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. He was obviously displeased with her response. Not that she cared. "I didn't come here for a fight, verbal or beyond, but if that's what you want, we've got plenty of room," he trailed off for a moment. He gestured around the library showing it off. He then took a couple steps back putting some room between him and the table, and waited.

    Re'van watched his strange antics. Somehow, she doubted that the Masters would appreciate any sort of battle within the main Library. The distruction of ANY artifact, would probably not be looked upon well. He claimed that he didnt want a fight, but then backed away, as if he was waiting for the first punch to be thrown, so to speak. And still, no direct answer to her initial query about why he was here. With her. She watched him silently, as she silently evaluated him for a few moments, and then she casually leaned back in her seat. She slowly closed the book in front of her. And then she began to laugh. It started off slowly with a chuckle, and then built to a full laugh, as she watched the man.The tone of darkness behind her laugh, was hard to find, but it was there. She couldnt decided what to classify this being in front of her. Several possiblities came to mind, but with all that had recently happened within the temple, she did not voice any of them aloud. What was that old saying? Oh yes, 'either incredibly brave - or incredibly stupid.' rang through her mind. When she finally did stop laughing, she placed her hands lightly on the table in front of her, pushing the book aside.

    She moved slowly, rising from her chair, to take a seat on the table, next to the large tome she had been studying eariler, as she continued to watch the one known as Azharan. "If I had wished induldge myself in mindless battle, I would be in the arena, not the library." she stated matter of factly. "So clearly, I came here for other reasons." She gave a slight smile then. "That being the case, if you did not come here to fight as you have stated, then you must have another reason as well." she stated, her tone much lighter than eariler. The fingers of one hand, brushed lightly on her lap, as she sat, looking at Azharan "Since it seems that we both dont wish to fight, did you come, to study - or simply talk? Revan asked, as she waitied to see if he planned on stating his true reasons for following her.


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  11. Duro_Blade Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jan 4, 2002
    star 3
    IC: Azharan, Korriban

    "If I had wished induldge myself in mindless battle, I would be in the arena, not the library." The dark woman stated matter of factly. "So clearly, I came here for other reasons." Across her face shot a slight smile after she spoke. "That being the case, if you did not come here to fight as you have stated, then you must have another reason as well. Since it seems that we both dont wish to fight, did you come, to study - or simply talk?" A simple question posed, and so he answered simply. "I came to talk. I don't need to study. Not yet, anyway. I want to know why." He said, but waited for a minute to finish forming his question. He let his words hang in the air for a minute before talking again. "Why didn't you side with the Gen'dai? Obviously you're not happy with the Dark Lord. It was the perfect opportunity to jump and get some real power."

    It was a pretty personal question, no doubt but he had a feeling she might be willing to expand on her reasons. He spoke with a slightly friendlier tone than before, now leaning on a table that was behind him. He was getting comfortable, but not letting his guard down. This woman, Re'van, she always spoke of power and a lust for the Dark Side and all of that, but what really made her tick, down at the very core of it all? Azharan wondered, and he wondered just what she planned to do. Was she about to lunge at him and attempt to strike him down, or was she just up for a chat? Either way, he'd get answers.

    At least, he hoped answers waited for him.


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  12. dragonsith13 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Apr 3, 2005
    star 4
    Draconis----Korriban Wilds----Outside Sith Temple Compound

    Dust brushed up against Draconis' cold dry lips, blown from the stiff wind that howled across the sands of Korriban almost constantly. The pain was immense but not nearly as severe as it had been the moments before... Draconis' face clenched ...the moments before The Dark Lord had cast him out. What had happened Draconis! He could see flashes in his memories of what he thoguht had transpired... the seering pain and burnign as he concentrated to bring down Xen. Then the failure knowing he was helpless and weak from doing such. Kneeling at the feet of the Dark Lord, then having his wishes of being put out of his misery vanquished and having his mind and soul opened to an even worse nightmare.

    Draconis' whole body flinched and convulsed as he grabbed his head craddling it in a fetal position on the ground... the voices... the hands reaching into him... his soul... his mind. Raping him and touching him causing more pain than he could have ever imagined. For minutes Draconis convulsed in agony as he rolled on the ground too exhausted to scream, but his soul echoing the horror of living at the moment, being subgected to something he was trying to grasp! What was happening to him! What? Who? Was stabbing his mind and soul, who or what was invading him causing him this pain. This torment! This torture!

    Vassago, Draconis tried to curse! Draconis knew all to well about the power of ancient Sith magic... the Dark Arts that few understood or even bothered to pay attention to. Draconis had studied much of them under and from The Dark Lord. Now Draconis could feel the screams, pain, and emotions of beings ravaging him dozens it seemed if not more! Trying to make sense of things Draconis tried to draw upon his strength and knowledge, but quickly he lost all conciousness and the world went black the voices fading and disappearing. With Draconis passing into darkness.

    ...Draconis came to, how long had he been out for? Cautiously he came to a knee wondering if the pain he knew he had felt would come back, his body was so sore with much of the right side of his body burnt and seering in pain. He knew what he had to do! The voices would come back as Draconis began to fear them coming back at any instance cowering slightly at the thought of them beginning their raping of his soul at any moment. Nevermind the pain he was in, he had been taught to push throguh it and draw from the pain ignore it... he would have to do so. Before him the top of the Sith Temple was visable... to go back would mean death, but to push into the wild at the moment would mean death as well. Draconis needed answers! And he needed them fast, there was not time to waste... as the burn flesh cracked and bleeded slightly as Draconis began to hobble as quickly as he could towards the only place he could possibly hope to put his plan into motion. Almost blindly he began to make his way to a passage way he had used before, a place very few if anyone else save the Dark Lord knew about.

    Before too long night had already began to fall and the small amount of clothing which covered only barely half of Draconis was all that stood between him and the soon to be cold Korriban night. Suddenly it happened though Draconis felt he was making progress even at such a slow pace... then the voices and energy he had felt and heard earlier swirled within him... and then again pain, horror, and torment... then blackness.


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  13. HunterPrime Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Apr 17, 2004
    star 1
    Re'van - Library, Sith Temple

    "If I had wished induldge myself in mindless battle, I would be in the arena, not the library." Re'van stated matter of factly. "So clearly, I came here for other reasons. -- That being the case, if you did not come here to fight as you have stated, then you must have another reason as well. Since it seems that we both dont wish to fight, did you come, to study - or simply talk?" A simple question. There was the slightest of pauses before he responded. "I came to talk. I don't need to study. Not yet, anyway. I want to know why." He replied, giving another pause. Re'van continued to calmly watch him as she waited for him to continue. He let his words hang in the air for a minute before talking again. "Why didn't you side with the Gen'dai? Obviously you're not happy with the Dark Lord. It was the perfect opportunity to jump and get some real power."

    Azharan spoke with a slightly friendlier tone than before, now leaning on a table that was behind him. She looked on at the Sith, slightly amused. His question explained much. Why? Why indeed. Why was he so curious about her own reasons for not siding with the Gen'dai? For that reason, if he believed it so, why had he not also joined the Gen'dai? Re'van sat on the table, a slight smile on her face. She reached down, and pulled off her saber, and a vibro-blade she and held them out, looking at them, as she looked at the man. "Why didnt I side with the Gen'dai? A fair enought question I suppose." She looked at her weapons. "This lightsaber blade is far more superior than my regular blade. I can see that. It is obvious. It the right hands, both are good weapons, but still, the sabers blade will far surpass that of the vibroblade, in most instances." She put the lightsaber back on her belt, and looked back up, her eyes shinning, as she held the dagger.

    "I have seen the Dark Lord, and I looked at the Gen'dai. The Dark Lord's power is quite obvious. I have seen it. Felt it. I saw nothing of the sort in the Gen'dai. His promise was empty, with no substance or proof. He only wished that I trade one Master for another on a vague promise. Had he the power he so offered, he would not now be a smoldering pile." She leaned back abit. "So, where was this supposed 'real power' to come from then?" Re'van grinned, as she spun the dagger within her hand, and then quickly slipped it back into its sheath. Her smile faded, and the darkside rolled around her. "I notice you were not exactally rallying to the other side with any gusto either, nor sheding any tears for the departed. I could just as easilly ask you the same question." She gave a dark smile now, as she stood from the table she had been sitting on, and moved to walk around to the other side. Her voice became low and calm, as she narrowed her eyes. "I KNOW where real power comes from. What I require, are the skills to use it. Power is nothing without knowledge. Any fool can wave a weapon about, but it takes skill to know how and when to use it properly." Re'van quietly sat back down, and pulled the large tome to her. She then looked up at the man, as if to say, 'anything else?'


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  14. Zandoran_Celix Jedi Grand Master

    Member Since:
    Feb 16, 2005
    star 5
    Zandoran Celix
    Temple

    Zandoran walked silently through the Temple. Shortly after the Dark Lord ahd banished Draconis to an everlasting torment among the Korriban sands he ahd left. The warning of the Great tihng to come and take them all on was being unheeded.

    The Gen'Dai had failed to show the urgency of this matter and Draconis had done no better in furthering the point. He stopped close to what was the Main Library and could hear those inside speaking. What he heard interested him so, that he was compelled to enter. And so he did.

    He saw the female known as Re'van and a male he didn't know. And it seemed that they either didn't wish to be near each other or they were still much like strangers like Zan was. He walked a short distance from them and stopped, looking idlely at the massive collection of volumes of Sith and Darkside Lore that was available to them. And each secret buried here, he thought, would be needed to fight whatever that was on Zenkurla. And if there were more, elsewhere, then they would all be doomed, unless they began working together and consolidating there power to become one Order of powerful Force Users that could know and perform every ability ever known to the Sith.


    You two aren't busy trying to think of inventive ways to kill each other, are you?


    TAG: Hunterprime, Duroblade
  15. Duro_Blade Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jan 4, 2002
    star 3
    IC: Azharan, Korriban

    And who was this now? Another had entered the Library and began to speak. Azharan heard Re'van, and he heeded her words. She was smart, and she didn't have a problem letting it be known. And now listened to the new Sith for a moment, asking if they intended to fight.All Azharan could do was raise an eyebrow. "And you are?" Azharan asked, questioning the unfamiliar face. Then it struck him, without taking another moment to let him reply. "Oh, you're the one who ran away, and came back to back the Gen'dai". He states, speaking of how this yet unnamed Sith came to the Gen'dai's aide when the tension was thick, only moments ago.

    Azharan could feel that the Sith who just walked in was full of anger, and had a thirst for knowledge, and power. After a moment he spoke to the other again, this time posing a question much as the one he gave to Re'van only moments ago. "So if you knew of this 'great threat' why didn't you side with the Gen'dai? Afraid Vassago would cut you in half?" Azharan asked, a mocking tone evident in his voice. He narrowed his eyes and waited for a reply. Whether it would be in the form of spoken words, or action was unknown.


    TAG: Hunter, Zandoran
  16. Zandoran_Celix Jedi Grand Master

    Member Since:
    Feb 16, 2005
    star 5
    Zandoran Celix
    Library

    Zandoran laughed an evil and truly sinister laugh. It showed he had less a heart than most.

    Why didn't I join the Gen'Dai? Not out of fear form the Dark Lord, but out of knowing that neither have what it takes to end the threat that creature on Zenkurla poses to us all.

    And what if there are more like him? Then it will take more than what we are now to end the threat.


    Zandoran didn't mention the fact that the Darkside was so strong in the cavern on Zenkurla that whatever that creatures purpose, it ahd to be guarding something powerful, a secret that could be used.

    The Gen'Dai and the Dark Lord use us as no more than mere pawns in an expert game of Dejarik. We are what the sue as a means to an end, to get what they would have wanted. We are slaves no matter where we go.


    TAG: Duroblde, Hunter prime
  17. Duro_Blade Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jan 4, 2002
    star 3
    IC: Azharan, Korriban

    "We're all slaves no matter what?" Azharan echoed. He didn't agree with that, and laughed quite blatantly. "Speak for yourself, chum. I'm no one's slave." He said in a confident tone pushing off the table he was formerly leaning on. He shook his head and looked at the two in the library before him. "Everyone has their secrets. The dark woman over here, and you sure do. I do too. I'm not like you two. I answer to no one, here." The ranger stated confidently. He didn't expect them to understand what he meant at all, but he still said it.

    Obviously this newcomer knew something of this "threat", whatever it was. Azharan couldn't be bothered to pump him for anymore infromation, but if he did it wouldn't find the ears of Vassago. Azharan didn't have any reason to run to the Dark Lord like his puppy. As a matter of fact, the Dark Lord's puppy is dead. Thanks to him, he thought with a laugh. Too bad, she might have some useful insight about all of this. But Azharan instead focused on the here and now, on the two Sith before him. Although this was a calm conversation, he didn't forget where he was. The Sith could jump into action at any second.


    TAG: Hunter, Zandoran
  18. HunterPrime Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Apr 17, 2004
    star 1
    Re'van - Library, Sith Temple

    As Re'van sat at the table, looking up at the one known as Azharan, she felt a slight flux within the Darkside. The doors to the library opened, and Re'van felt the anger she had eariler, burn once again, briefly. She watched silently, as another male Sith came though the doors. She had to concentrate before she remembered that he was one who had spoken up, when the Gen'dai had so misserably tried to prove his point. Re'van watched as he walked a short distance from them and stopped, looking idlely at the massive collection of books and tomes nearby.

    "You two aren't busy trying to think of inventive ways to kill each other, are you?" he asked.

    Re'van glared at the man, the queston he posed was not benifiting a response. Is that ALL that these Sith think of?, she wondered to herself, as she looked towards Azharan who raised an eyebrow at the newcomer. "And you are?" Azharan asked, questioning the man. "Oh, you're the one who ran away, and came back, to back the Gen'dai". Ran away? Re'van thought to herself. There must be an interesting story behind that. And that he would come back with the Gen'dai was even more interesting. Perhaps this threat they spoke of was real enough. But obviously, some had seen it, and had lived to make it back to tell others. As she mulled over the idea, Azharan spoke to the strange Sith once more. "So if you knew of this 'great threat' why didn't you side with the Gen'dai? Afraid Vassago would cut you in half?" Azharan asked, mockingly as he narrowed his eyes. Re'van smirked for a moment, but stayed silent. She chose to ignore them both. She could care less if or why the man had sided with the Gen'dai or not. Those who had sided with the Gen'dai had already proved their 'worth'. Their lack of action during the Gen'dai flambe' and subsequent banishment of Darth Draconis spoke of their commitment. Besides, it didnt matter. As long as she could obtain what she required, she would continue to do so, until another opportunity presented itself. Re'van flipped through the pages of the huge book, until she had found what she had been reading eariler. She began to read once more, while keeping an keen ear to the men in the room. If they were foolish enough to begin a fight, she would keep well out of the way. Curosity began to surface as she read. She wondered if the 'great threat' that was so talked about, was within the many books and scrolls. Well, she would have to keep an eye out for anything, just in case, while she continue to read.

    She heard the new Sith laughed a sinister laugh. She looked up amused. Was the conversation getting interesting again? He spoke. "Why didn't I join the Gen'Dai? Not out of fear form the Dark Lord, but out of knowing that neither have what it takes to end the threat that creature on Zenkurla poses to us all."

    Hmm. Creature. Zenkurla. She slowly turned a page as he continued to talk. "And what if there are more like him? Then it will take more than what we are now to end the threat." Is that caution or fear she wondered to herself? It was easy to talk when no longer standing in front of the Dark Lord. Where were those words eariler? He continued on. "The Gen'Dai and the Dark Lord use us as no more than mere pawns in an expert game of Dejarik. We are what they use as a means to an end, to get what they would have wanted. We are slaves no matter where we go." She gave another dark smirk then. Perhaps he had part of the idea correct. But he was missing a important component to that statement. She felt no need to correct him. Azharan was quick to respond to that statement. "We're all slaves no matter what?" Azharan echoed. It was obvious he did not share the same sentiment, and laughed quite blatantly. "Speak for yourself, chum. I'm no one's slave." He said in a confident tone pushing off the table he was formerly leaning on. He shook his head and looked at the two in the library before him. "Everyone has their secrets. The dark woman over here, and you sure do. I do
  19. dragonsith13 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Apr 3, 2005
    star 4
    Draconis----Outskirts Sith Temple

    The fuzzy visions of the Korriban landscape began to come into focus as Draconis eyes blinked awakening from blackness. The sun was low and seemed nightfall was ever near. Again he did not know how long he had been out for nor how many times he had blacked out in a similar fassion. Draconis only knew that something told him to get up, thankfully it was not the spirits that seemed to emerge sparatically. A moment of clarity that Draconis hoped would last for a few moments more. Rising to his feet Draconis noticed something ahead of him, a marker he recognized without a doubt. Draconis stumbled forward a bit reaching for the marker which was a tall stone and almost collapsing onto it bracing himself as he came right up next to it, running his hands over the surface of it. His eyes wildly examining it searching for confirmation that he was not dreaming or falsly recognizing the marker.

    It was so, and that meant that Draconis was not in a place he wish to be currently, before him stood a black hole, a doorway of sorts carved out on the otherside of the marker, and as Draconis turned his head raising it to look skyward it only confirmered his fears! Before him the massive structure of the Sith temple loomed over him. The black gothic structure casting view over all the land. And the place from which Draconis had wish to get as far away from as possible stood right in front of him. That moment of clarity that Draconis praised and sucked up was ending as Draconis could already feel the overwehlming feeling of the spirits growing in power and again surfacing in his mind and body. Why on Choruscant was he here! Draconis turned quickly to begin to head away from the Temple. Then it hit him again the pain rose again piercing his mind, body, and soul the screaming, voices, some decernable some mindless babble and chatter. Grabbing for his head Draconis stummbled tripping and falling backwards into the passage he had recognized rising to his feet disoriented, after tumbling briefly Draconis began hobbling, using all his strength to run away. The cold and damp air made his wounds ache, stumbling into walls and clawing his way around a corner the voices and pain began to become unbearable. Drawing upon any strength he could Draconis could feel himself slipping away trying to remain concious for as much pain he was in from the voices tormenting him, he was equally if not more affraid now of falling into a black sleep at the foot of the Temple of Lord Vassago. He had to get as far away as he could, hide himself in the force from the minions and apprentices dwelling in the Temple. Continually stumbling and feeling his way across stone Draconis attmepted to make his way through the night. Unitl he could go no further exhauster again and with the voices closing in like a vice around his head. For an unknownth time Draconis again succumb to blackness, faltering and collapsing onto his stomach...

    ...The fuzzy visions of the Korriban landscape began to come into focus as Draconis eyes blinked awakening from blackness. Or so Draconis thought... suddenly a sense of panic as what he saw before him was not the Korriban landcape. Before Draconis, was a dark and forboding coorridor barely lit. Draconis prraised himself up barely with his arms and onto his elbows attemping identify his surroundings. What stood before him was the entrance, the chamber doors of the Gen'Dai Sith, Xen Gaal. Not possible, how... No. Not possible Draconis thought to himself. Had he in a confused and disoriented state of what he thought was the blackness of the Korriban night, clawed and stumbled through the bowels of the Sith Temple to this point? Draconis' knowledge and familiarity with the bowels of the Temple were great, but he had not remembered nor recognized any of the supposed journey to come face to face with this chamber door! How he had been miles from the Temple he thought only minutes ago. Then they flashed in his mind, the images of the marker and adjacent passage lit dimly by the setting Korriban sun. Him
  20. Zandoran_Celix Jedi Grand Master

    Member Since:
    Feb 16, 2005
    star 5
    Zandoran Celix
    Library

    Zandoran silently mused over the words. The man spoke with great conviction. He calimed he was no ones slave, yet he was here, and his anger at the Dark Lord had been evident. The man was fooling himself. As long as he sought the secrets of the Sith here on Korriban he was a slave. Because if he wasn't, he'd gain no secrets at all unless he took them from the Dark Lord, and none of them were that stupid.

    He looked to Re'van, she was seated and was heavily into studying the large book before her. No doubt looking for something that might help them in what was to surely come. He had felt her interest spike when he mentioned Zenkurla, and knew that she would be one to goa obut seeking the answer to the question, Where is Zenkurla, and why is it important.

    Zandoran turned a walked towars a large stack on scrolls, each still with the seal umopened from various Dark Lordsd throughout the sith history. It was obvious they were part of a private collection from somewhere, but whos?

    He then heard Re'van whisper.
    "In order to be a pawn in a game, it helps to know what game is being played first. And then learn ALL the rules."

    He was impressed. Perhaps she was onto something. Xen Gaal wouldn't have sacraficed himself for nothing, nor Draconis risk his life and place among the Order for just a warning about a creature that neither had seen.

    Zandoran was no curious as to their plan, and knew it hadn't been fully realized yet.

    Zandoran slowly walked away from the scrolls and to the door.


    The game we are playing, has only just begun.

    And then he was gone.


    TAG: Duro_Blade, Hunterprime
  21. Darth-Vassago Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jun 28, 2004
    star 5
    [GM POST]

    If I could grab everyone's attention for a second, I'd like to announce this RPG will be closing in the very near future. I won't put an exact date on it, as I cannot be sure just yet. But I wanted it to be known that the RPG will be wrapping up in fast approaching future. With this in mind, I ask that everyone begin to wrap up what arcs/conversations/actions they have going on. I don't want everyone to just stop, but rather ease it into being wrapped up.

    I plan to make an IC post, possibly a few, to wrap myself and greyjedi125 up, and I would hope others will follow my lead, or take initiative and do so.

    I am sure a question is on everyone's mind: "Why is this ending?" Simply put: A new RPG will be taking it's place. A continuation of the Sith Trials RPG, with an updated point system, new story, and a chance for some new players to get in. Also, level ups will be given out at the start of the next RPG, and regularly thereafter. My apologies for slacking off on that in this game.

    A note to those who "won" the task: I will be sending each of you a private message in the time before the next RPG informing each of you what the reward was, and how you can bring it into play in the next RPG.

    I look forward to wrapping up this game, and starting off a new one with each of you. Thank you. :)

    ~Vassago
  22. Master_Valar Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Jul 17, 2005
    star 3
    Rian Aijou
    The Dark Lord's Throne Room

    One of the Sith Female's, a woman known as Rilwen from what Rian heard, approached him. She paused for a moment in front of him, before unclipping a lightsaber from his belt.

    "You who are impetuous in wielding the saber borrowed from another...be more circumspect with a saber held in your own right, unless you joy in seeking trouble in larger scales than can be handled." She said succinctly, extending the weapon to Rian.

    The shorter man took the saber ceremoniously, examing the hilt with an appraising eye. It was in good working order, and had obviously seen some action, which Rian preferred to a newly constructed weapon. After a moment he looked back at the woman, nodding respectfully.

    "I'm honored. They call you Shadowflame, do they not?" Rian asked casually, inserting the lightsaber into the house along his back.

    Now, more than ever, Rian saw the importance of building ties in the Order. Of creating allies and friendly agents within the structure of the Sith. Not so that he could take advantage of those ties, as the Gen'dai had attempted, but to use them to quell any opposition for the Order. Rian, normally the lone wolf, now decided that he should be a bit more... social. At least to those he felt he could trust.

    Tag: Rilwen

    OOC: Sorry about my late reply! I didn't even see my name in here for quite some time.
  23. Spaceman_Spiff Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Nov 30, 2001
    star 4
    IC Pestilence the Wookiee:

    So it was that the Warrior helped to carry the bulk of the Gen'Dai's meat sack out of the Temple and used her ability to manipulate the air around her to raise the sand around him and bury the fallen Sith within its embrace. This task having been done, she went off on her own, to accomplish the task that had really brought her out here.

    She was on a hunt, a hunt to find Draconis and to hide him, in a place no one would think to look and where Draconis could not hurt himself or others. She began her trek by making her way to the caves that dotted the landscape not far from the Temple, knowing that Draconis might be brave enough to make his way back and attempt to hide in an area near the Sith home base. Without knowing in what general area he was, it would be impossible to broadcast her plans for him without risking unwanted minds receiving the message. That would be disastrous, especially if it were one of the Masters. This was where her species' natural tracking abilities, augmented with the Force, would come in handy. She would find him and ally herself with him, after helping him overcome the power of the spirits that haunted him.

    How quickly things had changed: Only a short time before, she had been relishing killing Draconis above almost everything else in the universe. Now, he and she might be the only beings standing between the Sith and total destruction. In the face of such a magnitude of events, the slights he had committed against her suddenly seemed rather petty.

    TAG: dragonsith
  24. Rilwen_Shadowflame Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Mar 27, 2005
    star 6
    IC: Rilwen Shadowflame
    Rilwen smiled slightly as Rian took the saber hilt.
    "I'm honored. They call you Shadowflame, do they not?"
    Her smile broadened. "They do,"she replied in enigmatic agreement.
    This was most certainly an odd occasion. Rilwen, though she could be friendly, and welcoming at times, quite often found herself away from other beings, set apart by who and what she was. Here on Korriban, however, simple wariness was a frequent reason behind a lack of socialising.
    For the moment, though, this did not matter. For the moment, Rilwen was content to let things be as they were. Besides, socialising allowed her to know better those around her...which was never to be underestimated.
    "How did you find your way here?" she enquired lightly of Rian.
    Tag: Rian, any
  25. Master_Valar Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Jul 17, 2005
    star 3
    Rian Aijou
    The Dark Lord's Throne Room

    "How did you find your way here?" Shadowflame asked casually.

    Rian took a solid look around the room. Most of the Sith had dispersed, and those that remained surely would leave soon. Rian had matters he wished to take care of in another part of the temple, but there was no reason he couldn't bring another. In fact, it seemed wisest to continue conversation with her. Building ties meant more now than ever.

    "It is... a bit of a tale. Would you care to join me? I had some matters to attend to, and I'd be happy to tell you on the way." Rian said, motioning out of the Dark Lord's Throne Room.

    He was aware that his offer seemed odd, in conjuction with what they were. Still, Sith and Rude didn't have to be used in tandem.
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