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[Darth Solipsis]

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MIDNIGHT MASS - A COREWARD STORY

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VICTORY! The Empire, relentless in its quest, now turns its gaze toward the heart of the galaxy, Coruscant. With firm resolve, they seek to reclaim the IMPERIAL CENTER. Worlds fall one by one: Tython, Empress Teta, Prakith. Each conquest propelling the Empire closer to achieving their grand design. Amidst the stars, construction commences on a world of profound significance...


TYTHON - Once a bastion of the Jedi Order, a hallowed ground revered by all who draw upon the Force. Here, the SITH'ARI met his demise in a cataclysmic clash, an event etched into the annals of galactic history. But triumph, however fleeting, could not forestall the Emperor's ambition. From the depths of Chaos, he returned, spearheading a resurgent NEW SITH ORDER and IMPERIAL ARMY. Over the ruins of Akar Kesh, the ancient temple of balance, the Emperor decrees a new edifice be raised - a monument to the Dark Side's ascendancy.


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OBJECTIVE 1: CONSECRATION

"A man can have anything.. if he's willing to sacrifice."
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A new citadel is under construction, an unholy edifice intended to replace that which was lost on Exegol. Built on the ruins of the temple of balance, this site has been christened "AKAR TSIS" - TEMPLE OF THE SITH. Participate in the profane ritual of consecrating the new temple grounds on Tython, under the guidance of the Sith'ari. Gather alongside fellow members of the New Sith Order and cultists from the Church of the Dark Side as plans are unveiled for the Order's future dominion. Be prepared for unexpected twists and challenges, for only the strongest among you will endure the Dark Lord's relentless quest for supremacy. Stay vigilant, for the Sith'ari's vision demands sacrifices, and the ranks of the weak shall be culled to ensure the Order's unwavering strength.

Spoiler: Character Recommendations

Church of the Dark Side, New Sith Order, Sith Cultists

OBJECTIVE 2: ... Unnatural

"The Dark Side of the Force is a pathway to many abilities some consider to be ..unnatural."​

Embrace the dark arts as the Emperor's most devout disciples, the New Sith and the Dark Side Elite, tasked with delving into forbidden practices and alchemical experiments. In the depths of our wretched laboratory, twist flesh and sinew, molding creatures into grotesque manifestations of our will. Forge new Sithspawn and monstrous abominations, born of darkness and despair, to bolster our forces for the impending war. Let your creativity be your weapon as you craft horrors that will strike fear into the hearts of our enemies and turn the tide of battle in our favor.

Spoiler: Character Recommendations

Dark Side Elite, New Sith Order, Sorcerers of Rhand, Dark Side Adepts

OBJECTIVE 3: BYOO


Post your story.​

 

[Onrai]

Objective 1
Tags: OPEN

And so, the signs of Sith conquest had come. The world once given to Typhojem by the Immortal Gods of the Sith was once more under the command of those who were spawned from the ancient, red-skinned aliens that had venerated the Left-Handed God. How ironic that he was no longer here to see it - nor was the one his heart had been given to. On occasion, Onrai found herself wondering what had happened to Vesta, and where the Heart of Typhojem had vanished to. It was out of the hands of those who would attempt to use it to resurrect their lord, and such was beneficial.

Onrai's form was especially blighted and benighted. Though still nominally humanoid, crackles of darkness ran across her form, as though her feminine appearance could at any moment shatter itself into innumerable pieces before unveiling something far more blighted and profane. Tython's secrets had been profound, from the copy of the Book of the Dead found in the restricted archives of the former temple's glory and carried away with other arcane texts of seemingly useless value to the investigation of the Infernal Gate at the bottom of the Abyss of Ruh. Even now, as the Sith worked to transmogrify Tython back into a corrupt and malevolent planet, she had sent a team to the base of the Chasm to, according to strict and ritualized instructions, begin the reconstruction of the Prime Gate from the primordial pool that remained of the original. Another team had been sent to the ruins of the Old City to discover the location of the ancient Hypergate within and work to activate it as well. Onrai intended to claim domain of all esoteric means of travel from the world to elsewhere - for they could prove useful one day, whether others believed it or not.

Still, the temple itself had been a majestic project to contribute to. Onrai had been responsible for weaving patterns and caps into the stone and glass of the temple, through which the water from the old Temple of Balance's pool was channeled. Iridescence and a perpetual shimmering of the Tythonian sun made the temple look and feel very much alive, as though it was grown rather than constructed despite being crafted of senseless crystal and unliving stone. The pool and the font within the temple were clearly symbolic - Darth Vinaze would certainly recognize it - and the few electronics of the building were powered by a simple hydroelectric generator. Minimalism had, in no small part, been the key.

The malevolent wraith-like being stood inhumanly still, eyes looking about the temple grounds. Perhaps she would be able to talk to the Emperor, among others, before the rituals here began.

 

[Darth Solipsis]

DARK LORD OF THE SITH | GALACTIC EMPEROR
TEMPLE OF THE SITH - AKAR TSIS

Dark Side Elite
Ibaris Varanin | Sinestra | Prowler | Vorm | Amena Kader | Sahar | Aphon | Kaleb Sunwalker | Malva'ikh Dralidok | Creuat

New Sith Order
Darth Ptolemis | Darth Vinaze | Darth Apophion | Darth Howl | Darth Bellum | Khamul Kryze | Darth Mensis | Jogon | Saul Laverne | Talon Draven | Darth Immortuos | Darth Kalyptos | Lord Letifer | Spindle | Maestus | Onrai | Alicia Drey | Olorion Fossk | Donne Toulemonde | Darth Kinrath | Tarus Undara | Kali'ka

Church of the Dark Side
Derix Tirall | Shannic Wulf | Minister Janus Vipsanius | Agathon Kell

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The Balance. Lost.

It was a new dawn, a dark day in the annals of the galaxy. Inside the hallowed depths of the new temple, Darth Solipsis , Sith'ari and Galactic Emperor, held court amidst a congregation of his devoted disciples. Seated on a throne fashioned from the darkest obsidian iron, etched with intricate Sith runes that seemed to pulse with a sinister energy, his image stood as a somber testament to his authority. Surrounded by his devoted acolytes, the great hall seemed to flood with silent activity.

The chamber itself was a marvel of Sith craftsmanship, a seamless fusion of ancient stone and shimmering crystal. Obsidian walls rose high, adorned with patterns and caps intricately carved into the very heart of the stone, each glyph a testament to the Sith's dominance over the Force. Through the chamber's intricate architecture, water from the sacred pool of the former Temple of Balance flowed, channeled through a network of aqueducts and conduits that crisscrossed the chamber like veins in a living organism. Light filtered through the temple's crystalline walls, casting a perpetual iridescence upon the chamber, bathing the Emperor in an otherworldly glow. The air thrummed with a palpable sense of anticipation, as if the very walls themselves whispered secrets amongst those gathered.

As the gathered throng continued to gather, the Dark Lord waited in silent contemplation, the faintest hint of his trademark sinister smile playing upon his lips. In that moment, amidst the shimmering darkness, the Emperor spoke softly to his closest attendants.

"Ensure the sacrifice is ready at my command."

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[Nute Griimda]

|:| BYOO: Imperial Project Acclamator Restoration |:|

"How predictable, everyone else gets to run off and conduct experiments and rituals, while the rest of the us actually have to work for the Empire's future. Its astonishing that any progress can actually be achived in such an environment." Meii-Nu complained to no one nearby as the corridor was empty at this moment, moving down the several hundred steps into the Imperial Research Facility, her petite frame struggling to keep up the pace but it allow her a bit of self-reflection about the state of the Dark Empire.

They experienced significant growth in both military and economic aspects, thanks to the efforts of the Imperial Armada and COMPFEAR. These strategic investments enabled them to undertake additional initiatives and strategize for the forthcoming expansion of their territory.

Their victory over the Galactic Alliance was a remarkable achievement, prompting the Federal Assembly to relocate from Coruscant along with the New Jedi Order. However, the Alliance High Command, most likely would be already devising counterattacks to split the Dark Empire's newest acquisitions in two.

She reached the main door into the Command Center of the Facility, glancing over at the commanding officer nearby.

"Have we begun the proper research into Imperial Project K1-2284?" She asked, sparing no time for plesantries. The Acclamator Restoration project was a scheme developed by the Imperial Economic Council with the overall goal of repurposing old designs into proper warships in order to cut down on overall expenses but also streamling the workforce requirements for future engagements with the Galactic Alliance.


"Yes, Chief Auditor Suu. We have just recieved the designs from the Shipyards and are reviewing them for final approval." The Dark Imperial Officer explained, pressing a button on the holographic projector as the impressive vessel appeared before them.

 

[Darth Apophion]

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OBJECTIVE 3: Corona Solar de los Siete Azahares

The dark veil of night hung low over the crumbled ruins of Tython's ancient temples, shrouding them in an almost palpable gloom. Underneath the sickly white glow of Tython's twin moons, the silhouette of a figure moved with silent purpose. Darth Apophion, draped in his black ceremonial robes, his presence as foreboding as the night itself, led a small contingent of his elite Lanza Primera through the broken archways and fallen columns of a long-forgotten temple complex.

Apophion's eyes, alight with the fever of obsession, scanned the environment, a landscape marred by time and conflict. The air was thick with the scent of decay, the ground littered with the relics of a bygone era. Twisted metal and shattered stone told the tales of countless battles fought and lost, their details swallowed by the abyss of time.

The Sangre Tercio, his loyal legion, had established a secure perimeter around the temple's outer reaches. No creature, no whisper of rebellion could penetrate the Steel Wall that guarded him now. But within the heart of these ruins, it was the ancient and arcane that Apophion sought—secrets not of strategy or conquest, but of power and mastery over the force, specifically the lost and forbidden knowledge.

"Spread out," his voice echoed, low and commanding, barely more than a whisper yet carrying the weight of thunder. "The archives we seek could be buried beneath the rubble or hidden in the shadows of these forsaken halls."

The Lanza Primera moved with practiced efficiency, their footsteps silent amidst the chorus of nocturnal creatures and the distant hum of the Dark Empire's war machines. Each warrior was a specter in the gloom, their armor adorned with symbols that seemed to writhe and twist in the moonlight—blasphemous runes that spoke of their allegiance and their lord's dark quest.

The forbidden knowledge that Darth Apophion sought had been concealed by the Jedi for centuries, buried deep within the ancient temples of Tython The Jedi, guardians of peace and justice, had recognized the inherent danger and corruption these ancient darkside combat techniques posed—not only to the galaxy but to their own ranks as well. Thus, they had taken great pains to ensure such secrets were hidden away, accessible only through the most obscure and guarded means, often protected by intricate puzzles and powerful seals that only the most adept of Force users could hope to bypass.

As Darth Apophion delved deeper into the shadowed sanctum of the ancient temple on Tython, the air thickened with the weight of unspoken secrets. The dark side of the Force pulsed strongly here, its whispers weaving through the ruins like a sinister melody, guiding his steps. His Lanza Primera spread out through the temple's labyrinthine corridors, their footsteps silent against the cold stone, their senses attuned to any threat that might arise from the darkness.

He approached a grand archway overgrown with vines, the dark energy emanating from beyond it so palpable that even the most seasoned warriors among his group hesitated.

"Master, be wary," hissed one of his followers, a seasoned warrior of the Muro de Acero, but Apophion was undeterred. Beyond the archway lay a vast hall, its ceilings lost to shadow, its floors blanketed in dust and debris. The statues here were different, not typical of the statues of ancient Jedi that dotted all over Tython and its temples. Instead, their forms and expressions twisted in eternal screams of rage and triumph. Apophion pondered on the first practitioners of the dark side of the force.

At the far end of the hall, a giant statue of a forgotten deity dominated the room, its eyes set with large, black crystals that seemed to absorb the light around them. Apophion felt a resonance here, a powerful echo of the dark side that beckoned him forward.

 

[Aerarii Tithe]

NEW ESCROW CITY // AARGAU
Darth Machinus

While home was where the credits were, his homeward of Aargau always held a special place in Aerarii Tithe’s heart. The world, essentially a planet-wide bank, had been a safe sanctuary to conduct his unscrupulous side deals while Chancellor of the Galactic Alliance and the nexus of his post-Chancellorship activities to grow the reach and power of the Trade Federation. But visits to the economic engine house of the galaxy had been curtained since he had declared his public alliance to the Dark Empire. Thankfully, Aargau was but a short hyperspace jump from the now-occupied Deep Core. While visits were risky, by his calculations, today’s dealings would more than offset the costs of sneaking over the frontline in enemy-controlled territory.

He forwent his primary residence for a penthouse in a poorer part of New Escrow. While the furnishings were still worth more than the yearly GDP of most Outer Rim planets, no self-respecting Aargauun would ever expect to find a man of Tithe’s standing in such a lowly part of town. He trusted that his new business partner would understand the need for subterfuge.

“He’s here,” announced Tithe’s assistant. He turned from the floor-to-ceiling duraglass window that framed the city panorama only long enough to offer a node. The human-replicant droid bowed and departed, returning to the entrance lobby to fetch his guest. Tithe took a moment to adjust his outfit and quickly ran through his business pitch. There was a lot riding on this deal, and he had no room for misstep.

 

[Smiling Ahren]

OBJECTIVE 3: In Search of His Father's Legacy

In a distant past the One Sith had ruled the Core of the Galaxy and beyond. Among them they had conquered Tython in their early campaign to destroy the Galactic Republic. Many a high-ranking Sith constructed citadels and fortresses on the site of their vanquished enemy's most holy world. The Sith's reign over Tython lasted long but not forever and naturally in the end the coalition of Lightsiders swept over Tython to purge it of any and all corruption.

But just as it was impossible to wipe out all Light... it was unlikely the Jedi could ever truly wash out the stench of the Darkside throughout the entire planet.

Especially considering they kept getting ejected from their own homeworld every few decades.

Not very efficient, that.

"Captain, you sure it will be here?" His first mate asked as they both gazed out the viewport of pirate ship. Ahren, Captain of the Bloody Duchess, shrugged softly. "He was rather cryptical when I asked him about it. But my father always enjoyed playing games with people, not too surprising that includes his own son."

"But we could be-"

"I wouldn't worry too much, Freti. You can't take a step in any direction without stumbling over some ancient ruin here on Tython." He finally left the viewport at the bridge behind towards the elevator. "If we don't find his tower, we will find something else of interesting. That's usually how it goes in our Galaxy."

Freti followed him in and together they descended down to the hangar.

"Do you think his hideout will have anything of interesting, Captain?"

Ahren shrugged absently in response.

"He was the Voice of the Dark Lord once upon a time. But more importantly he was a greedy hoarder spending all his time sitting on a mountain of artifacts. I will eat my hat if there isn't something of interested there."

"You don't wear a hat, Cap."

Ahren considered this for a moment. "I will buy a hat and then eat it. That's how committed I am."

"Very good, Captain."

 

[Sinestra]

MASTER OF DREAD
Open to the Dark Side Elite
Ibaris Varanin Aphon Vorm Sahar Kaleb Sunwalker Amena Kader Prowler Malva'ikh Dralidok​

The Emperor's Chosen sat on the cold, cobbled floor, forming a circle around a small, flat stone, upon which a triangular artifact lay on a piece of zeyd-cloth.

But this was no ordinary artifact.

It emanated a palpable aura of fear, chilling the air around it. The dread it exuded wasn't merely an emotion; it was a tangible force, wrapping around the room like a shroud. The oppressive sensation seemed to press on the chest, slowing breath and quickening the heart. Shadows felt darker, silence more deafening. The walls seemed to close in, and even the bravest of them all felt an instinct to flee.

A Phobis device.

A gift from the Emperor for the one among them who would master it.

With her legs crossed, Sinestra took a deep breath and extended her Force presence outward into the abyss of fear to subdue the device to her will.

OOC// rules:

• 5 rounds of posts rolling a d20
• whoever's tally is closest to 100 by the end, masters and receives the Phobis device.

 

[Jogon]

AKAR TSIS, TEMPLE OF THE SITH

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Jogon didn't like temples, didn't like religion, didn't like sorcery. These were overcomplications of a simple truth: the strong did what they want, and the rest suffered what they must. Why dress it up? In this case, though, the Sith'ari did like temples, did like religion, and did like sorcery. And he was far stronger than Jogon. So Jogon would suffer through the pomp and the wizardry. ​

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This was all part of the universal truth. No getting around it and no sense complaining, either.​

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He lingered in the back of the temple, close to the door, large frame veiled in a rough black cloak. One sinister Sith aspirant among many, quietly basking in the redolent Dark Side ambience of the dark iron throne. His eyes traced the many conduits that crisscrossed the chamber, curious but reticent. If he had any understanding of Solipsis' inclinations, this would involve some amount of bloodletting.​

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And if that bloodletting should involve the assembled congregation, well, all the better to remain near the closest exit.​

 

[Marlon Sularen]

M I D N I G H T_M A S S
Objective 3 : Temple Investigation

TYTHON, DEEP CORE

A single Command Shuttle soared through the darkened skies of Tython as they made their way towards a set of ancient ruins. Only a few days ago, this site was once subject to the typical looting of Jedi ruins and temples that were being carried out all across the planet. However here, the occupying Imperial force would be faced with a Jedi incursion, with the Imperial reporting that the Jedi stole a few artifacts before making their escape killing various Imperial soldiers and officers along the way. Now, the Imperial Navy had taken over the ancient ruins with Red Right Hand Operatives having replaced the standard Imperial stormtrooper in occupying the ruins.

Already, the Grand Admiral had been well aware of the New Jedi Order's small incursions within Imperial space starting with the elimination of an entire unit of Stormtroopers at the hands of Jedi at Carlac only days into the Imperial occupation of the planet, way before the Empire had even pushed into the Dark Empire. Just like during the Second Great Hyperspace War and the Maw Corridor, the Grand Admiral expected these small incursions to eventually escalate into major raids into the Empire's Deep Core territories in an attempt to weaken their hold over the region. However unlike during the Second Great Hyperspace War, this time the Grand Admiral would be there to put an end to these efforts in their infancy. While he could not prevent the individual small raids, he could thwart the major incursions launched against Imperial assets vital to the war effort and through this investigation he'd be able to uncover patterns that could potentially allow him to predict when the Jedi and their Alliance friends would strike.

Soon enough, the Command Shuttle would make landfall right outside the ancient ruins with Grand Admiral Marlon Sularen soon stepping out escorted by a small entourage of four Red Right Hand operatives with the Captain of the Red Right Hand, Joseph Torson along with two more Red Right Hand operatives coming up to greet him. "Ah, welcome sir. I hope your trip here was pleasant." Torson said, as he adjusted his weapon "It was yes." Sularen responded. "Now please tell me more about this Jedi incursion" the Grand Admiral added before he began walking towards the ancient ruins, followed by Torson and six Red Right Hand operatives.

Tags | OPEN​

 

[Derix Tirall]

Darth Solipsis | NEW SITH ORDER | CHURCH OF THE DARK SIDE

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When the Emperor spoke, the Church obeyed.

It was a mantra ingrained in the very core of the Church of the Dark Side, a testament to their unwavering devotion to to the Sith'ari- the Emperor. It was this obedience that had led them to the desolate world of Tython, to the ruins of the temple of balance, where the unholy edifice of Akar Tsis, the Temple of the Sith, now stood in its place.

The construction of Akar Tsis had been a monumental task, undertaken by the Church under the guidance of the Sith'ari himself. The temple was a testament to the dark power of the Sith, a towering structure of obsidian and stone that loomed over the landscape like a malevolent sentinel. Its spires pierced the sky, casting long shadows over the land, while its dark halls whispered with the echoes of ancient Sith rituals.

As Minister within the Church, Derix had played a crucial role in the construction of Akar Tsis. It was he who had overseen the gathering of materials, the recruitment of labor, and the execution of the profane rituals that had consecrated the temple grounds. Now, as he stood in the presence of the Emperor, surrounded by members of the New Sith Order and his fellow cultists from the Church of the Dark Side, he felt a sense of pride and accomplishment. The temple was a testament to their power, a symbol of their dominance over the Force, over the galaxy.

As the Emperor's attendants prepared the sacrifice, Tirall knew that he stood on the precipice of a new era. The Temple of the Sith was complete, and with it, the Sith'ari's plans for the future dominion of the New Sith Order would be unveiled. It was a future that promised power, and glory. Derix Tirall was ready to embrace it, whatever the cost.

 

[Orpheus Dath]

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Objective III: To Defile

TAG: Darth Solipsis

The Taint (pic) descended on Tython, already there was a convocation, an assemblage of Darkness as the Victors were bullding with stone and flesh. Orpheus made for the Falls, the waters beginning to pollute as they ran red, the ship landed beneath one and nestled in a cavs opening to conceal it, the falls beating the haul as if sank back. Wmerging out of the fall as the water parted by some unseen hand, The Sephi stood with ashen skin and eyes like rubies aflame. The rather short figure took steps as from pool rose up geysers like steps, him ysing them to get to a over top of rock sticking out. Once firming on solid ground, The Dark Elf turned back to them mighty falls, and then began walking towards a tree line. There in open the snapping of twigs indicated life, though recent events it shy. It would be wise to keep away from Him.

As he trekked a well beaten path there was a loud rustled of the bushes, something was near. The Short Sephi haulted his step, when leaping out was a horned being wielding an axe, The Vessel of the Son caught it with his hand, he heard noise stir nearby, an ambush…

The merely touching the weapon caused it to melt awat as his eyes flared as hot embers. The Beast began to cry out, as its hide betan to splinter into red mist. Then taking his saber hilt with the other hand as the Reek Head shrieked from the pain of being deconstructed by the power, the Elf teleported when another blade flew through his astral movement, and became stuck in the bark. The Flesh Raider cried out as it tried of loosen it weapon and there was snap and hiss, and suddenly its weapon was cleaves it apart by s burning red hot sickle that had then arched around in a crescent to grab its neck and pulling it to the ground, its head came clean off. The Short Sephi examined the horned head, and saw not far was a structure of rocks, a pylon, the Dark Jedi approached as he held out one hand as if in adoration, his inverted triquetra pulsing as he began to come to threshold. There was a creak from the glowing crystal that strobed with blue light, a red pink mist began to go before him like a curtain. When it made contact with the structure it made a loud noise, like an animal caught in a trap. Orpheus csme to towering crystal which had fissures of crimson now forming on it, and placing his hand on the great glowing rock it let out a loud noise and a quake formed that shook the trees, and made even the water from the falls spurt in different directions. The defilement was complete, as it shattered, and shards of ruby flew like spewing lava a top of a volcano. The Short Sephi walked past the tainted shrine, he smiled when a group pf the Raiders stood poised with their weapons.

Pointing both hands, the mist moved upon them, and the Reek Heads betan to cough, and choke, some dropped their clubs and axes as a they gurgled blood. The Vessel of the Son walked amongst them as they fell one by one at his feet, their faces shedded like ash, their shrieks a symphony.

Orpheus began to dance among them as they were taken apart from within, his movements a solo waltz as those perishing looked up at him. One lifted its hand as if in a plea, he drew towards it in a stride and levitating its legless body he drew it close.

Bearing his teeth in mischevious smile, he tossed it he Reek head outside the threshold of the mist, it was crying out as it had lost all its limbs and was helpless. Left there it turned its head, when suddenly scarbs of scarlets began scurrying towards it from mist, it cried out in animalistic terror as the insects swarmed over it for a feast. The face of Orpheus was painted with glee as he walked away from the scene.

 

[Creuat]

Even the strongest among them felt despair against this artifact they gathered around. A gift from their Emperor, and perhaps a test to gain favor from him as well. Only the strongest of wills would triumph…if any of them could was remain to be seen.

Gravity felt irregular almost as if Creuat would collapse and sink to the floor and never stand up.

Regardless, he reached out to submit the device under his will and recognize him as its master.

Sinestra | Dark Side Elite​

 

[Darth Apophion]

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OBJECTIVE 3: Corona Solar de los Siete Azahares

Apophion found himself gazing upon a colossal statue, a serpentine deity sculpted from a vein of obsidian. The serpent, coiled with menacing grace, had its massive head raised in a striking pose, its mouth agape in a silent roar or perhaps a dark invocation.

Around the base of this imposing effigy were smaller statues, life-sized and meticulously detailed. They depicted Darksiders, warriors and sorcerers of an age long forgotten, each posed dynamically—some in the midst of combat, wielding ancient swords, and others instances of supplication or learning, directed towards the serpentine deity. These statues, arrayed in a semicircle, seemed to be either under the tutelage of this dark deity or its guardians, imbued with a sacred duty even in their petrified state. Apophion ignited his lightsaber, illuminating the room so he could see better.

A large tome rested upon a dark, obsidian altar, thick with the dust of millennia, bound in a material that shimmered with a subtle, eerie luminescence under the glow of Apophion's lightsaber.

The ancient text was made of a dark, leathery material that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. The cover was adorned with a grotesque, face-like symbol, its eyes hollow, as if staring into the very soul of the beholder. The binding appeared to be made of some sort of leathery hide, not from any creature familiar to modern science, and it was clasped shut with a lock made of dark, corroded metal, shaped like the coiled serpent that dominated the room.

Approaching the altar with a mixture of awe and caution, Apophion extended his senses, probing the surrounding area with the Force to detect any traps or curses that might protect this priceless repository of dark-side knowledge. Sensing nothing amiss beyond the omnipresent, oppressive aura of dark energy, he reached out and touched the lock gently with his fingertips. The lock did not resist; instead, it seemed to respond to his touch, the serpent uncoiling silently and allowing access to the secrets held within.

As he slowly opened the tome, a rush of air, cold and laden with the power of the dark side, brushed against his face. The pages were made of thick, vellum-like material, filled with dense, archaic text and intricate diagrams that depicted stellar alignments, dark rituals, and the anatomy of the Force as understood by civilizations lost to time.

The script was in an ancient dialect of the followers of Bogan, one that predated even the most archaic texts in the Sith's archives. Apophion, well-versed in linguistic arcana, deciphered the text slowly. Within the ancient tome that Darth Apophion now held open on the dark, obsidian altar, the dense text and intricate diagrams revealed a subject of immense value and danger: the forbidden forms of lightsaber combat.

This is what he was looking for.

Apophion considered the Seven Forms of lightsaber combat, each a staple in the training of Sith and Jedi alike. These forms, though varied and sophisticated, were bound by traditions and principles that the Jedi created and the Sith adopted and often bent but rarely abandoned. From the aggressive onslaughts of Form VII to the precise defenses of Form III, each was a tool in the arsenal of the Force-users, widely studied, practiced, and respected across the galaxy. Yet, what he now held in his grasp went far beyond these conventional teachings. The forbidden forms inscribed within the ancient tome were not merely lost arts; they were deliberate suppressions, secrets buried in the aftermath of the Sith Wars.

As Darth Apophion delved deeper into the ancient tome, he discovered a section that detailed the crafting of specialized weapons tailored specifically for the forbidden forms. This knowledge was as rare as the forms themselves, for these weapons were not mere tools but extensions of the wielder's own dark power, designed to enhance and channel the unique capabilities of each form.

Apophion closed the book and concealed it in his robes.

With the ancient tome now a repository of forbidden knowledge safely tucked within the folds of his dark robes, Darth Apophion moved swiftly. Each step echoed through the vast chamber, resonating with a sense of urgency. The weight of the tome pressed against him, not just physically but with the immense responsibility and power it carried. He was acutely aware that possessing such secrets made him a target, not only for the enemies of the Sith but for those within the Dark Empire who might covet such power for themselves.

The serpentine deity's glowing eyes seemed to follow him as he left, a silent sentinel to the subtle shift in destiny that had just occurred within its ancient, shadowy confines.

 

[Prowler]

Tags:
Sinestra Creuat Vorm Aphon Kaleb Sunwalker Sahar Ibaris Varanin Malva'ikh Dralidok Amena Kader Brutalis
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This place felt wrong.

Prowler felt it in his metaphorical bones. The very essence of his being was telling him to flee. Like a wild animal picking up on danger, Prowler also acted. His thoughts bordered on racing and he wondered for a moment if this was what it felt like for the other members of the Dark Side Elite. All of them assembled around a strange artifact. Like cultist they were focusing? What is this item exactly? The Filar-Nitzan blinked but understood that his was no mere artifact. It was a gift from the Sith'ari. The Emperor.

And such a gift, from such a person was never given without prior consideration? Or was it? Part of Prowler wanted to embrace his feelings and leave the rest of the Dark Side Elite to their religious fervor. But there is power in this, thing. That much I can sense. Tempting. A temptation that eventually won the gaseous being over. Pushing past his cerebral instinct of fight or flight, Prowler honed his will and subjected the force to bend to his will.

To aid him in controlling Fear itself.

 

[Brutalis]

Tags:
Sinestra Creuat Prowler Malva'ikh Dralidok Sahar Aphon Ibaris Varanin Amena Kader Kaleb Sunwalker Vorm
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The rhythmic thud of the stone floor soothed his mind. Each heavy footed step brought the massive darksider closer to victory. At the end of the large chamber, Brutalis the Mantellian Savrip, lumbered to a path of his own choosing and eyed the prize. A item in the middle of the other puny dark jedi. Each and every darksider that surrounded the artifact was ally and contender to him. The cunning of Brutalis's gladiatorial days was a blade that never dulled and the same savagery he subjected his foe's to was what was in store if anyone here got in his way.

It's mine.

The subtle light in the chamber touched the chitin brass and copper plating of the parasites attached all over the Savrips form. Drinking the darkside out of him, inflicting pain and injecting chemicals to repeat the process all over again. A loop that, when in the presence of the desired Artifact, was rather strange to interact with. Pumping with adrenaline and yet fear gripped his heart. Brutalis persisted onward closer to the gathering in a dance that felt like two steps forward and one step back. It took all of his will to drive forward and once he did, he joined the rest in seeing who would extract the wisdom from this old relic on the floor.

" It's mine."

 

[Darth Vinaze]

THE PROPHET

Direct Tag: Darth Solipsis
Objective Tags: Derix Tirall | Jogon | Onrai

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The world that stretched out before the eyes of the lone figure standing like stone on the edge of the mesa was a bounty once foregone, but never forgotten. Vengeance for what had happened at Akar Kesh those many years ago had never left the mind of The Prophet. It had been the culmination of a life's work to witness the great ritual that would have torn the universe asunder and claimed victory for the Darkside once and for all, and it had been only a moment of weakness that had allowed Eina L'lerim-Vandiir to sever him from the ritual.

It hadn't mattered that great warriors of the Light like Geiseric and Rurik Fel had fallen, upon these very stones when so too had Darth Solipsis. When the defeat had come to the Sith, when the Jedi had fought back from the brink of total destruction, Vinaze had been lost. Years of uncertainty and belief that the Sith'ari was dead, that the prophecy which he had carried through the Schism, the vision of the returned Sith'ari upon the dark throne of Exegol and the day he had declared the prophecy fulfilled at the foot of it, all of it seemed as though it had been for nothing.

But in the hour so dark that it clouded even a prophet of the Darkside, Darth Solipsis had returned from death. True to the prophecy the Sith were fractured and weak, but his return symbolled a return in strength for all as the wayward New Sith Order returned to his side not only as their Sith'ari, but as their Emperor. A dastardly corruption of a state once built by their sworn enemies, turned into tool for vengeance, and lightning strike from out of the dark clouds to exact it, swift and total.

Behind him was the new temple, the monument to a victory withheld and a victory seized with a grip of cold, cold iron. As he turned to behold it in his sight, he felt an awe that rarely came to him. How many pilgrimages had he made to the greatest and most holy sites of the Sith? Too many to count, and yet even beholding the most ancient citadels of Korriban, Exegol, or Ziost did not inspire greatness as Akar Tsis did. What was an ancient ruin compared to a vision of the future?

The red-robed Lord began a slow meander along the ground towards the inner structures and the main temple. Taking note of the Sith acolytes that worked or wandered the temple, he wondered if they understood the magnitude of it all, and what it mean for the Sith. They soon would when the mass began in earnest.

Entering the great throne room, he beheld a sight so liberating, so assuring... the Sith'ari atop a new dark throne. Exegol had been a disheartening loss, but the rectification of their mistakes was coming to pass. Vinaze had pledged himself to the Dark Empire, and his first encounter with the architect of his home's demise, Valery Noble , had left him with a ferocious passion to see the Jedi order aflame once again. The laurels they rested upon had begun to burn nicely beneath them, Tython being the spark to send them into an inferno that the Sith would stoke until their enemies were naught but ashes.

Approaching the throne, Vinaze ignored the many courtiers and pilgrims that vied for the attention of The Emperor, striding before him and placing himself on one knee at the foot of the great throne, as he had done once before on Exegol.

With bowed head Vinaze pledged again, not the Empire, but to the Sith, and the master of them all.

"My Sith'ari, the great challenger, one who returns for vengeance. It is ever the honor to be in your presence. Your victory here will live eternal in the impassioned hearts of the Sith and the horrified minds of the Jedi. My service is yours, utterly. How would you have me work towards our consecration of this great monument?"

 

[Olorion Fossk]

| NEW SITH ORDER | CONCECRATION |
Darth Solipsis Derix Tirall ​

Standing to the side, garbed in the onyx and crimson robes of the Sith Order, I watched as my father sat upon his throne. His presence alone caused a wave of reverence and awesome that few could obtain in lifetimes. To be fair, my father had been brought back from the dead, but it was an aspect that made his requirement of respect even more powerful. To perish and then come back to continue a life's work. An ambition to control and consume in such a manner.

Yet, his words spoken clearly, but in a power of performing the rites of this sacrifice. All the other Acolytes of my father stood by. Waiting for the sacrifice to be presented. However, I was to be taking part in this. I had studied and prepared for this. To not only become a better spawn of such a man, but to christen the temple with the Darkness of the Force. Its strongest powers to be. One in which the Sith, uses to their content. Pulling from underneath the robe, was a dagger. One that seemed to be misshapen. In truth, it was shaped this way to create pain, and agony within the "lamb" that would be presented before me. All before it was given to the Sith'ari for his approval.

The Church Members, as well as some of the lower Acolytes were preparing such the occasion.

However, that stopped. Darth Vinaze came before my father. Bending the knee, proclaiming to him that his service and power was my fathers to command in its entirety. I found myself surprised buy this action. My eyes widening to how much people were wanting to nearly fawn over the man. Speaking no words, I stood there, waiting for the sacrifice.

 

[Cornelius Nibocaj]

Objective I : CONSECRATION
TAGS: Darth Solipsis | Church of The Dark Side | Relevant Characters.
The Priest of Gluttony

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God, The Avatar of Darkness..All lent their eye for the Sith'ari beamed atop his throne before his band of villainy.

The pompous Sith-Evangelist clasped his palms as he stood aside his fellow clergyman of the Church, leering over Sith & Imperials alike similar to a scavenger upon a fresh carcass. The future was ripe, Cornelius thought; World after world, fortress after fortress...Men and woman, all fell under the umbrella of the Dark Empire, and through that into the hands of the Church. Honorable to his word the Cardinal was, albeit his words changed in a moments notice, but truth be told the Fat Man had a slimmer of loyalty sober within' him, mostly toward men such as Derix Tirall mostly stemming from the fact that he was a man of the dark robe as well, though that as his word could change.

"All here, strong - weak, cultist and sorcerer...every eye of esteemed importance is present...Even the One, Blessed be our Dark Majesty. A renaissance is upon us, with this moment as a piece to usher its eternal reign in." Cornelius exclaimed to the men near him, raising his hand and doing a ritualistic hand gesture after mentioning the presence of the Empire's Dark Lord.

All awaited the moments which were to come, the final piece to the consecrating of the temple and the aftermath which'd follow, Cornelius no different from most. Thousands of temples shalt sprang forth similar to this one erected, the Cardinal hoped, and from these temples thousand shall come to worship and thousands to preach out and of that he interpreted power, power was what was written in these walls alongside Sith Sayings' & Words of a sorcerer's trade. Everywhere he looked he seen opportunity, a Galactic Theocracy of pure darkness, one where the Sith & Emperor sat atop and right below...The Church, The fat cardinal dreamed in that moment. So beautiful the future was.

Now he waited, admiring everything in his presence.

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[Detritus Ren]

Tags: Darth Solipsis Olorion Fossk Darth Vinaze
Location: AKAR TSIS, SITH TEMPLE

Detritus had heard the dark call of his Master. While he had walked preaching the scripture of the Hidden Maw, his true allegiance lied only with the one who walked behind the shadows. The being that commanded the resurgence of this Dark Empire. He had awakened with the call of his name reverberating inside of his head. That same voice was as seductive as it was commanding. It compelled Detritus to follow along the path, for when he had heard the summons was he eager to fulfill his duties in making sure that the will of the Emperor was done. Quickly did the Master of Ren walk in a purposeful stride towards the Citadel where many had already gathered. He was late as it was.

He marveled at the structure of the new Temple. At last it had been met according to the designs of his Emperor's specifications. The Orbalisks that fed off of Detritus immersed themselves in the Dark Side's power. They could feel every dark wave that eminated from the very structure itself. Detritus didn't allow himself to falter from the dark call as he recited a prayer to himself. "O World Eater embrace me with your fear, empower me with a great hunger in which I find enlightenment through satiated desires. Wrap me in the dark and deliver me unto him O Devourer." He said to both further strengthen himself. The Orbalisks themselves seemed overjoyed by the whispers uttered in Urr-Kittat as soon as Detritus would enter this hallowed sanctum of darkness.

As soon as he saw the Emperor, he fought every urge not to kneel before him. Solipsis couldn't be challenged, couldn't be denied, couldn't be betrayed. Without him there was no Empire. Solipsis was the Empire! He looked onwards and noticed there were several gathered before the Emperor. All looked to the legions of dark followers that had been in every corner of the arena sized gathering. Detritus would only quicken his pace, as to not further hasten the procession that marched towards the ritual spot.

Heavy boots landed on the stage. Many would see Detritus a mixture of black robes and black Orbalisks visible open to cover his body. His face was barely visible through his helmet to keep the creatures at bay. Pain coursed through every fiber of his being. Standing before the dark presence that threatened to consume him as much as the Sith parasites. Detritus knelt as if he knelt before a God.

"I am ready to spill Jedi Blood in your name my Emperor." ​