Darth Abyss
Eldritch
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Katarr, The Drowned Archives
It had taken some time for Abyss to truly return home. In his absence the galaxy had not remained still, shifts of power were after all the only constant it had to offer. That meant that his return so far had mainly consisted of housekeeping. Opening his metal hand above Malachor once more, replacing those servants that faded or died during his time removed from the world, checking in on bastion to inform the Empire that he had returned into his reluctant service to the Dark Lord and lastly collecting some information of the developments surrounding his old apprentices. To his satisfaction [member="Vereshin"] had shed the mantle of an acolyte and rose as a full fledged knight of the order.
While he desired to see that grow for himself, it was an issue rather low on his checklist. Only after business had fully been taken care of he considered to meet the new version of his old creation. Now that time had come. The Mindeater had retreat back into the cursed halls of the Drowned Archives, his most secret, and most dark sanctum.
In his absence the Inner Eye had kept an watchful eye on the black market, collecting every book and scroll sold that wasn't already in the sith lord's possession. Abyss had missed the opportunity to bestow more of his twisted knowledge upon Vi during his apprenticeship, but now he would make up for it by inviting the frail sorcerer into the archives that held the most rare and obscure pieces of wisdom he had collected. The message to him had been nothing more than a set of coordinates to lead him to the shore of the Black Sea, where a member of the Inner Eye awaited him with a ship to bring him down into the depths of the dead water.
The Mindeater himself already rested within his library, locked into the study of the new findings that his agents had brought him, the metal husk encased in the dim light created by the sparsely placed, and partly broken lamps above him. Vi's path to him would be a test in itself. The archives had a tendency to mislead those who entered them, whispering in the force of fear and power alike. Only those with a strong mind would find the knowledge hidden away inside it, instead of a quick, surprising death by water and stone
Katarr, The Drowned Archives
It had taken some time for Abyss to truly return home. In his absence the galaxy had not remained still, shifts of power were after all the only constant it had to offer. That meant that his return so far had mainly consisted of housekeeping. Opening his metal hand above Malachor once more, replacing those servants that faded or died during his time removed from the world, checking in on bastion to inform the Empire that he had returned into his reluctant service to the Dark Lord and lastly collecting some information of the developments surrounding his old apprentices. To his satisfaction [member="Vereshin"] had shed the mantle of an acolyte and rose as a full fledged knight of the order.
While he desired to see that grow for himself, it was an issue rather low on his checklist. Only after business had fully been taken care of he considered to meet the new version of his old creation. Now that time had come. The Mindeater had retreat back into the cursed halls of the Drowned Archives, his most secret, and most dark sanctum.
In his absence the Inner Eye had kept an watchful eye on the black market, collecting every book and scroll sold that wasn't already in the sith lord's possession. Abyss had missed the opportunity to bestow more of his twisted knowledge upon Vi during his apprenticeship, but now he would make up for it by inviting the frail sorcerer into the archives that held the most rare and obscure pieces of wisdom he had collected. The message to him had been nothing more than a set of coordinates to lead him to the shore of the Black Sea, where a member of the Inner Eye awaited him with a ship to bring him down into the depths of the dead water.
The Mindeater himself already rested within his library, locked into the study of the new findings that his agents had brought him, the metal husk encased in the dim light created by the sparsely placed, and partly broken lamps above him. Vi's path to him would be a test in itself. The archives had a tendency to mislead those who entered them, whispering in the force of fear and power alike. Only those with a strong mind would find the knowledge hidden away inside it, instead of a quick, surprising death by water and stone