A Sith Lord, a Sith who's a lord.

[Laman Damodred]

Serenno, the planet of lords and lordlings a realm apart where the courts of the aristocratic class prosper. "I thought you said he'd been here now, to think to leave a lord waiting. I don't much care that he's a Sith. I'll show the common bastard what for." it was a boast, oh so common in braggart nobles telling all sorts of lies and misconceptions even if nobody believed it he had to only fool one person himself, and why should he care what the common man thought anyway.

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"Yes very good master." it was malford his man servant, he looked more dead than alive and sure he had eyes big as sauces with a milky quality about them, and white translucent skin and a nose like a beak, but he was a Damodred servant, and even he thought he could do better.. "Shall I fetch you a drink master?"

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"No that is all." he'd be waiting for his guest for sometime now, he was near a flat square of ground used for landing on his family estate, there were cracks and debri littering the field and vines that clung to the house behind him. "Blasted Sith, I can see why the Jedi hate them, they're tardy."

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[Darth Carolus]

Since landing upon the planet Serenno, the Sith lord's demeanor would be a mixture of agitation and integument. As he leaves the space port, dragging a young [member="Egil"] along with him, Carolus approaches a service droid.

"Shuttle, to the Damodred house estate."

"Yes sir."

He would then turn and take the saber hilt off of Egil's belt and latches it back onto his, the child wouldn't react as it would seem to be an everyday happenstance. As the shuttle approaches the landing site, Carolus would enter it alongside his young apprentice. As the shuttle flies around the planet, Egil would be peering out of the slots to see the wonders of the planet whereas Carolus would be awaiting it to land. Soon-after taking off, there wouldn't take long to find its way to the Damodred house estate and land on the opening softly, once landed the doors would open and the Sith lord would exit with the child following closely behind. Standing, he would stare directly at [member="Straud Giovanni The Minor"].

 

[Laman Damodred]

"Ah! It is good to finally meet you." he'd stand, his lithe finger's running the length of his hair slicking it back as he stands. There was swagger to his movement, disrespect to the purse and smile of his lip's. "Please come sit, I'll have one of the servants fetch us something to eat." it was a voice filled with respect but the body language betrayed it to be a farce.

"I'm sure you've been told but I'll introduce myself, Laman Damodred. Third of my house and fortune of Damodred." It was with that he moved forward towards [member="Darth Carolus"], there was fear in him but also arrogance, swollen and bloated with pride that killed and ate away at fear, he was a noble and it was his right to stand before a Sith with the promise of power in his future.

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[Darth Carolus]

The Sith lord would adjust his stance as [member="Straud Giovanni The Minor"] approached him and [member="Egil"] and swiftly remove the hood from his head, revealing that which was hiding under the hood's shadow. A metallic mask with a single hole which reveals a corrupted eye and a near bald head, if it weren't for the half inch of dark brown hair covering it.

"My name is Darth Carolus, my titles are few and irrelevant here and this is Egil, his titles are even fewer and more irrelevant."

Carolus's tone would show irritation, but it would sit like a common fact of his life and wouldn't, or shouldn't, be seen as an oddity. He would follow Laman, if lead to a table, with Egil trailing behind.

 

[Laman Damodred]

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"The table is set master." He stood near the table, a strange roasted beast sat stewing in its own juices, salads and cutlery sat around it forming an intricate circle pattern around the meat. "Anything else." There was deformation and deformities in that face, the face of the abused and the downtrodden, and in service to the rewarded and privileged, a broken man.

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"No that'll be all Malford." he sat centre most of the table at its head facing [member="Darth Carolus"], the finger's playing amongst the table tapping it with an audible 'tap' 'tap'. "You've seen my request for studyship with the One Sith, when will I start." There was no asking if he had been accepted that was a given, he was to rise higher than even the high nobles.

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[Darth Carolus]

The Sith lord would take his seat, with young [member="Egil"] sitting by his side. He would eye the roast in the middle and would immediately begin to cut off a large portion, cutting bits off and placing it into the child's plate, all the while speaking to [member="Straud Giovanni The Minor"] in his usual tone.

"I accepted the request purely because you are a claimed noble, ironic as it may be your nobility interests me."

Once stated, Carolus would slice off a piece of his portion of meat and lifting his mask ever so carefully bring the fork up to his mouth and consume the meat, whilst chewing he would speak some more.

"We shall begin your training in good time. It will be tough, as well as on a planet that doesn't share- This kind of nobility."

 

[Laman Damodred]

"That's most disappointing, but I'm sure I can win them over with my winning personality." there was a slight sneer to his word's, a deliberation to his hand movement's, he was digusted at the thought the idea that a planet that wouldn't respect the upper class, by rights of blood he was superior.

"Very well, I trust the child is my fellow peer." There was something to that look he gave [member="Egil"], it was contempt it was anger it was pride, how dare the child get in his way he'd have to share master he had never shared anything and this would be no exception, or at the very least he'd make his life living hell. "I look forward to it."

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[Darth Carolus]

Another smile would appear on the Sith lord's mouth, only not to be seen again thanks to the mask and it was all due to the emotions pouring out of [member="Straud Giovanni The Minor"], the force tells you many things and emotion is no less an exception. His eye would glance to [member="Egil"] but a moment before he spoke.

"Your winning personality means nothing to the people of the planet, it's earned respect that bleeds through and the child is a prince in the eyes of the people."

Taking another bite of meat, Carolus intended to spark something in the noble boy and would sit back, chewing on the meat, as he awaited a response.

 

[Laman Damodred]

"A prince.." it was a stammer, his eye's wandered to Egil, fixing him with a smile that did not touch his eye's a smile that only held contempt and maybe now fear. "Should I call him your majesty now?" it was obviously a jest a cruel one but a jest none the less, it was something the court did often when you could not win with reason you mocked, mocking would break them apart and maybe hide the truths to their words.

"A toast to the prince." he wasn't just some boy to beat into submission and send him home, he was a rival and Damodred hadn't had one of those in years, he make him rue his name and his sight but for now he was his 'friend'. "May his health never fail him." he lifted the cup and than brought it back down onto the table with a 'thump'.

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[Darth Carolus]

The Sith lord's hand would go in-front of [member="Egil"] to indicate for him to remain quiet, the boy would simply be eating the meat given to him. With [member="Straud Giovanni The Minor"] he too would raise his mug and place it back down, he enjoyed the tone that the noble boy gave and let out a chuckle.

"Insecurities make for the best source of power, let us hope that it's not skin deep."

Carolus would adjust his robes whilst sitting, but his eye scanning the noble boy and putting on a tone of command.

"Tell me what do you wish to gain? Swordsmanship, sorcery, political power or powerful friends."

 

[Laman Damodred]

"Can I not have all." it was a joke an obvious one, and jokes made people soft they laughed they cried and most of all they grew to like the teller. "Political and swordsmanship, I find one must have personal power to hold anything more than the edge of political power." he leaned towards [member="Darth Carolus"], the jug of wine poised to tip in his hand, filling his cup with its contents a few drops would escape the rim landing in small miscellaneous areas on the table. This was apart of Daes Dae'mar, the game of houses, the smallest things could lead the largest events.

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[Darth Carolus]

The Sith lord would let out a low laugh as the noble boy spoke, his eye never leaving the sight of [member="Straud Giovanni The Minor"].

"A politician who likes swords, quite an apprentice."

Carolus would finally give in and decide to lift his mask completely, allowing it to sit upon the top of his head but unfortunately revealing the rest of his face. The sight would be simply, his corrupted eye with a nose that seemed like it has been broken a couple times and adjusted to the best of a doctor's ability, and a large scar covering his left eye with the lack of movement behind the lid. He began to speak soon after taking a sip of the wine, his teeth looking well looked after.

"Have any experience as a swordsman?"

 

[Laman Damodred]

"Actually-.." it was an effort to disguise his disgust, the vile steadily building at the back of his throat raising a napkin to his mouth and face to hide his emotion that were so obvious on his face. Masking it all with a politicians smile. "-I do have experience, I'm a fencer and a damn good one at that."

"The pen may be mightier than the sword, but try stabbing someone with a pen and you'll want the sword."​

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[Darth Carolus]

"A good friend of mine wouldn't agree with that, though the man was able to kill someone with a spoon."

The Sith lord would put his mask back on after finishing the wine, he would the stand up and adjust his attire once more before directing his speech towards [member="Straud Giovanni The Minor"].

"Damn good you say? I have an idea but first, I must know, where are the rest of your household?"

​The tone in Carolus's voice would seem, demeaning and somewhat blood thirsty, yet his body language would show one of boredom.

 

[Laman Damodred]

"Out on the town I presume, they weren't too eager to stick around with a Sith on the premises." it was with that he raised the cup giving it a slight flourish. "Your reputation proceeds you." it was with that he stood, there was a way to his walk a look to it something that screamed nobilities arrogance, from the little movements of his head to the slow but premeditated look to his eye's. "If you'd follow me, I find the outside to be most chilling on the bones."

Enter the manor it was just as the outside, dust and debri clogging its corners it was regal but a little past its time. "You must exuse the mess." he'd say leaning towards the wall, withdraw a long line of metal with a cupped hilt.

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[Darth Carolus]

The Sith lord would follow [member="Straud Giovanni The Minor"] slowly, but ensuring that his young apprentice, [member="Egil"], followed suit. Entering the manor, he would actively search the area for any force signatures as he stared the noble boy down.

"Are you at all attuned to to the force? The prince already can sense force signatures."

Carolus would then hit Egil at the back of his head with an open palm, making him move forward.

"Your fencing equipment, is it near?"

 

[Laman Damodred]

"The force eludes me for the most part, and I don't presume to know it." it was with that he withdrew his fencing equipment, the needle like points showing a menace to its edge, he waved it around the point of metal in a blur that alludes all but the most acute eyes. "And I'm sure you'll teach me that in due time."

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[Tulkas]

Egil After being hit on his head he rubs it for moment, Egil moves forward in a steady pace with the other two staying close to Carolus.

He says softly looking up to Carolus "What are we doing Master?"

[member="Straud Giovanni The Minor"] [member="Darth Carolus"]

 

[Darth Carolus]

The Sith lord would eye the other epee that [member="Straud Giovanni The Minor"] had also took out of his cabinet and with a flick of his wrist one flings itself towards him due to the manipulation of the force, catching the hilt as it flies towards him, Carlous would give a couple swipes before looking towards [member="Egil"].

"You're going to take this."

Carolus would hand the epee off to the child before looking up to the noble child.

"I would like to see you in action."

 

[Laman Damodred]

"This hardly seems fair." he swiped it across the centre left of his abdomen, leaving the air in front of him humming with the eepe. There was something to the smile that now held his face, it was cruel with malicious intent tinge. "I'll try not to harm the prince too much."

"When you're ready."​

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