Private Dracos Mundus

[Anak Darkstar]

IC: Anak Darkstar

TAG: Darth Iraath

The revelation of Iokath gods and plans to destroy the Core Worlds amused Anak. Who gave that wryly smile. Then Lord Iraath seemed to transformed, towering over him and threatening The Son of Darknsss. Guards came flooding in pleading with Anak to not react.

Anak did not reach for his blace, but wiped his face clean of saliva that had poured over his head from the mouth of Dacien.

“Your secret is safe with me. I have no intent to confound any plans of yours or any other Sith for that matter.”

 

[Darth Iraath]

Dacien, with a booming deep voice says

"Good, now you know not to toy with me!"

Dacien, morphs back to his normal form.

"Guards, stand down"

 

[Anak Darkstar]

Anak took a seat on a golden chair with teeth shaped back.

“I do not lightly meddle in affairs.”

The Son of Darkness raised his leg and crossed over his knee.

 

[Darth Iraath]

Dacien, now his normal self sits back down in his throne, his mind eractic from his recent transformation

"It is late, i will assign you a meditation chamber on the lower level, rest, regain your energy, we will talk more tomorrow"


Dacien presses a button on his throne, and speaks into it

"prepare a room for our esteemed guest"


Dacien says to Anak, "your room is on the lower level it has everything you need to rest"

 

[Anak Darkstar]

IC: Anak Darkstar

TAG: Darth Iraath

Anak gave a bow to Lord Iraath as he was escorted to the lower levels of the Fortress. The chambers, that Dacien called “meditation,” looked a degree more like dungeons and torture chambers. One of Kazhan guards motioned for him to enter before wandering off.

Inside was chains strung from the walls in web shaped patterns. A torch latern illuminated the inside that hung up in a titled manner. There was a bed with crimson comforter bearing claw marks and a table with assorted wines and a piece metal that was steaming from some sauce it sat in. The Son of Darkness examined the meat, and removing his black glove, he dipped his index finger in the sauce to taste it. It had a pepper taste. Taking a goblet made of a horn, not too different from Dacien’s own, he poured some blood red vintage into the horn and drank. He was parched. Sitting down he began to eat the meat, as he floated a utensil to his hand and put the soft and succulent food to his mouth.

After the meal, Anak laid down on the bed, which seemed heated, noticing that beneath it was a vent from some furnace. Krazahn must like heat. And there feed and comfortable, The Son of Darkness drifted off into the Darknsss of sleep.

 

[Darth Iraath]

Dacien, now consumed with boredom, starts fiddling with a holocron, using the Force to turn it slowly around its axis. After several hours of pure boredom, Dacien eventually falls into a deep slumber.

The next day, he finds himself trapped under his sleeping sons, slightly infuriated, Dacien attempts to relocate his sleeping children, he calls upon a guard to carry his sons back to their quarters.

 

[Anak Darkstar]

IC: Anak Darkstar

TAG: Darth Iraath

Anak awoke rather well rested, he rose to find a broth steaming where the meat had been. He walked over, a candle on a claw taper holder flickered. He raised the bowl and sipped the blood stew. It was salty and had chunks of assorted meat. When finished, The Son of Darkness wiped his lips and headed for the door, choosing to exit and explore the Fortress. Kazahn patrolled the halls, one of which kept a steady eye on him as he wanderer the Castle, taking not of crests, and tapestries that depicted Kazahn nobility.

 

[Darth Iraath]

Dacien wanders downstairs to locate Anak, while looking on the 4th Level, he finds Anak in a hallway admiring a tapestry of his ancient ancestor. Dacien watches him, until Anak noticed him, and greeting him. Dacien asks Anak to follow him to a communications suite where he plans to contact the agents within the Sith Order.

 

[Anak Darkstar]

TAG: Darth Iraath

Anak looked at Dacien. He followed The Krazahn King to the Communications Center. There The Son of Darkness haulted proceedings.

“I do not wish to contact The Sith. I could use coordinates to their planet Juntrand.”

 

[Darth Iraath]

After being told not to contact the Sith, and provide coordinates to Juntrand, Dacien asks:

"As you wish, I am expected to return to the Order anyway, i have been researching and gathering a sturdy power base"


Dacien clicks a few buttons, which sends the planetary coordinates to Anak's ship.


"your ship should have received the coordinates, I do request you wait until i arrange and close several matters... in private, my officers will escort you to a transport to dock with your personal ship, or you remotely re-divert it to the local military spaceport"

 

[Anak Darkstar]

Anak did not want to sock The Dark Star. So he opted to return to his pod and fly back to his ship.

“My pod in the forest can return me to my ship. Your escort will be helpful to navigate that perilous woodland.”

The Son of Darkness then gave a slight bow.

“I thank you for your hospitality. I have much enjoyed this visit.”

Anak turned to some Kazahn Guards, reading himself for the trip. He had decided not to release The Harvest on this world.