Excuse Me? Yes i used to be an Emperor.

[Soliath Devin Talith]

A desert wind crossed the sandy dunes, no life or water seemed to be present for miles and miles around. The Desert was massive, it seemed to never end, never supply water or anything. It was an unforgiving landscape, one that no man in their right mind would choose to brave, one that no one could really survive. The nearest city seemed to be an eternity away and anything that was moving and shifting out here was but sand, all except for one of course. Something within the dunes moved about, a figure shuffling through the sands.

His clothing was disheveled, torn and entirely ripped in places. The clothes as they now were barely covered his chest and lower torso. His pants were less pants and more of a kilt now, all in all the man wore something that didn't even pass for clothing, instead he wore what were now rags.

The man himself was in much the same state, massive cuts and bruises covered his entire body. It appeared that several of his bones were broken and several pieces of metal were sticking out of his back and side. His face, was perhaps the only thing about him that was completely destroyed, somehow through all the blood and scarring on his body his visage was completely recognizable. Though his hair had been dipped and driven in blood he was still very recognizable as the former Sith Emperor, Darth Moridin.

What Moridin was doing out here, and why he was in this state was unclear. He wandered through the desert a look of pure and utter determination on his face. The Dreadlord stepped through the desert, walking as if towards death.

 

[Quietus]

A look of disgust slowly pulled its way across Silencia's face. Her lips drew thin, her curved brow set low and the green of her eyes grew noticeably acidic.

Whatever the Dread Lord had done, whatever had happened to him to bring her to this wasteland, whatever consequence of some negligent decision resulted in such an end was no longer a valid reason to draw anger, but it didn't stop the distaste. Much like all of her business associates, Silencia kept a close eye on Moridin. A particularly close eye as of late, considering the Emperor's move to action. The Sith Empire's hunger for expansion had taken the attention of not only the Kuati Sovereign, but anyone of any considerable power as well. For others it was something to worry about - something to fear, and perhaps even try to put a stop to. For her it was a sign that plans forged eons before were finally set into motion. She had to be ready, she knew, but the silent Sith Mistress was not happy for the need to move so quickly.

Within her meditation chamber on Kuat the woman's green eyes settled upon a trump card laid face-up before her on the floor. The card was worn and weathered but the ornate, hand-painted design of it shone clearly the image of a cloaked man standing at the brink of cliff, beneath him a swirling abyss where the hands of his fallen reached upwards. At one point their bony, bloodied fingers had stretched in awe, reverence and wonder. But now, she noted, they clawed in thirst and anger. His own left hand, once lifted to display a curious trinket, was now severed. At his feet the cliff face was crumbling.

These signs did not bode well for the Emperor.

She leaned forward and delicately pressed her fingertips to the card, recalling the words of a bloodspell placed upon it hundreds of years ago and letting it echo through her mind. The chamber around her shifted - clean walls blowing away in a rising wind like sand from the peak of a dune. The air grew hot and stale. Silencia closed her eyes and felt the pull of Moridin's consciousness from far across the vast reaches of space and joined it. When she opened her eyes again and the fire cleared from her sight, the woman found herself standing amidst a golden sea of sand, the wind howling in her ears.

There across the barren landscape the winds curtailed a lone figure, trudging against all odds. As she watched him she grimaced, feeling the burn of the sun on her skin, and surrounded herself with the cloak of the Darkside for protection. Waiting, unsmiling, as the man drew near, the woman did greet him an expression of disdain.

This is not where you belong, my friend.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Moridin stopped for a second as something appeared before him, he wasn't entirely sure what it was nor was he entirely sure if it was real. The former Emperor felt almost nothing, his body was on fire, his hair felt heavy, his cuts and wounds seemed to sting more than anything he had ever felt before. Moridin was nearest to death that he had ever been...well perhaps except for the time he actually died but that didn't really count. The Dreadlord looked at what had appeared before him, it took him a few minutes to actually realize that this thing that had appeared before him...was a woman.

He stared at the figure quite intently, and then fell backwards into the sands. His butt hit the warm sands and he used his barely functioning arms to sit up right. He was now half laying in front of the woman. Moridin looked at her intently, wondering who she was. In his heat destroyed mind he barely recognized her. Her skin seemed to shift and change and her long red hair flowed in the wind.

Anara? Moridin thought to himself intently, staring at her face. No she wouldn't come for him, she thought he was dead...For some odd reason he couldn't place it. Confusion, passion and love filled him for a brief few seconds and with them came the Force. It rushed and flooded into his body, invigorating him. His vision cleared, if only barely. The womans face became more clear, shifting away from his loves and into someone entirely different. As he recognized her Moridin heard her voice run through his head.

For a split second, fear spiked through him. He could not remember that the two of them had plotted for some time, he feared death. As the fear coursed through him more of the force fell into him and he remembered. Silenica was not here to kill him. Moridin looked up at her, and a slight smirk formed on his face.

“Perhaps, but I thought ide take a stroll.” His voice was raspy and broken, his throat almost seized up and stopped the words, he was barely able to make them escape his lips. Moridin ignored the pain that speaking brought, and instead focused on survival something he was now barely able to achieve.

 

[Quietus]

Eyes narrowing at the man's stumbling reaction, she waited with wilting patience for his mind to perceive his surroundings. Seemed she had arrived just in time - the Emperor was in dire straights. Silencia approached, her figure dissipating with the sands, appearing then suddenly in a wisp of the wind just feet away. Robes of red and gleaming gold flashed in the air around her, snapping out towards Moridin as though manifest of her burgeoning scorn. When the distance between them closed the Sith Master leaned down to grasp his chin - her touch lacking any form of gentleness.

A walk of shame? Where is your Crown, Emperor - what jester did you lose it to that you find this sad stroll of yours so funny? The Garhoon matriarch's lips split in a silent snarl, jaw set rigid, eyes flashing heatedly. Long fingers curved around his jaw and grasped it with a dastardly strength, squeezing until he could feel the bones ache and throb in protest, until the pain and the realization that she just might crush him with her bare hands lit up his eyes. The dark woman bore down on him, impressing her power upon his being as a reminder of just who he made his deals with. Her presence so thick not even the winds could contest it. The sand beneath Moridin turned to glass.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Moridin's eyes retreated slightly into his skull as he looked upon Silencia. He was afraid of course, she could kill him in an instant. Although the same could be said for almost anyone and anything right now since The former Emperor was at his very edge. He looked as Silencia feeling the air around them shift, she was a harsh mistress, one that was not to be messed with. Moridins mind drifted for a few seconds unable to maintain his thought process under his many wounds and the heat.

Silencia would have made an excellent Mistress. She was harsh, cruel, but gentle when she needed to be but more importantly the woman knew how to hold power. These were all great qualities in a lover, and if it hadn't been for Anara Moridin might have chased after the terrifying sovereign of Kuat. He chuckled to himself slightly, completely forgetting about the threat of death that was looming above him.

Suddenly the squeeze she held on his jaw snapped him back into reality. Suddenly his face turned away from wry amusement and twisted itself into seriousness. The pain that flooded through him was ignored, everything else was ignored. Moridin set his eyes on Silencia's own and began to speak. “If you remember, this was part of the plan.”

“I achieved our goals within the Empire and i had no more use of being Emperor, nor does holding onto the title help us achieve our goal.” Moridins voice sounded better all of a sudden, as if the weight of the situation had fallen upon it. “There will be war. Ashin, the woman that I allowed to claim my throne will see that that one way or another. If she doesn't bring it, then someone else among her followers will, I can guarantee that.”

 

[Quietus]

The iron grip on the man's face did not loosen at his words but instead curled inwards. Sharp, slick nails pierced the skin, penetrating the soft tissue as talons upon prey. She stared at him, incredulous with his delirious state. All these years and he'd forgotten the plan - or perhaps assumed he'd make due when he failed to make it work. He was wasting her time, and if there was one thing she could not stand...

The woman steeled her gaze, unwilling to be lead by her emotions. Silencia loosed her grip and the tension in her jaw with a soft puff of a laugh. Of course she couldn't expect things to run so smoothly. Plans were made to be ruined, after all, and she'd told herself this the day she signed on to his idea. It's not as though it was going to work anyways but it'd piqued her curiosity at the time. She reminded herself that this was what it was all about - to pass the time, even if it was wasted. She wasn't the one on the brink of death, and for this the Sith gave her companion a pitying glance.

It isn't, actually, stroking a hand across his chin she issued into him a surge of healing powers, and your carelessness, this failure will cost you. You cannot afford to slip up like this again. Moridin was supposed to lead those wars, not Ashin, not one of his peons. It had been of particular importance that Moridin be at the helm of the war, to harness those souls and emotions in order to forge their craft. These powers she spoke to him of hundreds of years ago were complicated and required care and delicacy. Mastered improperly they would be the end of him. But, Silencia sighed and gently pushed the hair from his face, there was more than one way to get what they needed. It would simply be more difficult.

This can be salvaged but we cannot make something out of nothing, straightening, the Mistress plunged her hand into the folds of her robes and withdrew another trump card. As aged as the one from her meditation chamber, this one depicted not a person, but a place. A hall empty save for a fountain. There will be war, even if it must be manufactured. The means of which she was willing to go for this project of theirs was not specified, and given her neutral position within the galaxy it gave her plenty of foothold to place a wedge beneath one giant or another.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Moridin listened to Silencia, in his current state that was actually much harder than one would believe. However as she slowly flooded him with healing energies his head grew less cloudy. His wounds slowly began to stitch themselves together, pain flooded him anew but it was a delicious kind of pain. Slowly he felt the power within him grow, he felt himself healing and becoming better. The confused look in his eyes disappeared as he fully remembered who and what he was, his entire being came back into himself. In a matter of seconds Moridin was healed outwardly.

He wasn't fully better of course, no that process would take weeks. The fights of the previous days had taken a lot out of him, and he would need time to recover. Moridin was now however fully aware of who Silencia and what their plan was. He was also aware of why he had cast off the shackles of Emperor. His knowing smirk crawled back across his lips as she reprimanded him for being so foolish

When she was finished Moridin smiled for a second, and then prepared to surprise her. What Silencia didn't and couldn't know of course was that weeks earlier the Dreadlord had been handed a gift. Perhaps it had come from the Force, or pure dumb luck, but it had come to him nonetheless.

“You treat me as you would a wayward child Silencia, I should be insulted.” Moridin said at first teasingly, though he clearly did not actually care. “Perhaps it hadn't been part of the original plan, but I amended it. You see, a few weeks back I was given a little gift.”

Moridin smirked, and then thought of Sven and the other Sable that had shown up on Byss. “A way for me to practically be in two places at once. There is no need to salvage anything, everything is going the way we want.”

 

[Quietus]

Silencia lofted a brow at Moridin, staring down her nose at the man both unimpressed by his seeming underhandedness and curious nevertheless. Yes of course you have some secret means and an answer to everything. The woman shook her head in an attempt to shake a feeling of deja vu from the days of the Sith Council at the head of the Dark Sith Order. It seemed so very long ago and indeed it was, though she had hoped time might put an end to such sophomoric charades. Seemed not even the Gulag Virus could totally put an end to wayward children.

You are a child, a messy one, the telepath's mental tone was light but stern, perhaps jesting with him though it was difficult to say, and you will need to clean up your methods. Being uninformed would certainly be of no help at all. But first thing's first - they needed to get off this godforsaken planet and out of the sun. The woman bent down and took Moridin by the left arm to hoist him to his feet. Her grip was strong as ever and provided him with something steadfast to lean upon. She wrapped her own arm through his once he was steady and touched her fingers upon the card in her hand. The world around them dissipated and in a blink they were standing in that hall before the fountain.

Somewhere beyond the stone walls surrounding them a strange, bellowing call echoed through the night. Silencia followed the hall, supporting Moridin as he needed, until they were approached by another man. This one was tall and lean with a shock of shorn, white hair and yellow eyes that seemed to glow in the dimness. His robes were black and deep emerald green and upon them he bore the crest of an Order long since gone, but a symbol Moridin himself may yet recognize.

"My Lady," the man gave a clean, sweeping bow, "it has been ages."

No words were outwardly spoken by Silencia in return, but the man nodded and looked to Moridin, "If you'll follow me, My Lord. We'll find you fresh robes before you eat."

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

The former Emperor made his way with Silencia, holding onto her gentle frame so that he could even manage to walk. When she did her little card trick he was rather impressed, he would have to remember to learn how to do that....well maybe not. Currently he used his own method to get around, a way of forging a path through Chaos, though doing so had always proven to be rather painful and he did not enjoy doing it. He shrugged slightly to himself and then finally they arrived wherever they were.

Moridin looked at the symbols on the mans chest, and an eyebrow rose on his face. He would have to store that bit of information elsewhere for a little while. The Dreadlord nodded to the man however and followed him. He left Silencia alone for some time, taking a path and preparing himself. Several times Servants tried to help him, washing him and the like. Moridin almost immediately sent them away, even being a Former Emperor he wasn't used to being pampered and he did not like it.

Finally after quite some time Moridin was dressed and clean once again. He wore his traditional tribal robes, the same that his Kiffar ancestors wore. The Dreadlord actually had no idea where they had gotten this kind of clothing...though at the time that didn't worry him one bit. After some time Moridin made his way to the dining hall led by another servant with that mark upon him.

When he arrived in the hall he immediately spotted Silencia, as well as her grand-daughter Quietus. Immediately the Dreadlord knew where he was, Onderon. He grinned at the younger of the two women and gave her a slight wink, and then walked towards her. Moridin gently grabbed her hand and then kissed it. “Beautiful as ever Des.”

Immediately after wards the Dreadlord swiveled and then turned to Silencia. “Thank you for coming for me.”

Moridin knew she hadn't done it out of personal reasons, but he was a big enough to thank her for her help. Had she not come he likely would have perished on that world, and Chaos would no longer be a pleasant place for him.

 

[Quietus]

Quietus eyed Moridin quizzically, giving the man a quick lookover that seemed to go beyond simply inspecting his outward appearance. The Beast Rider flashed him a brief, dark grin before slipping away and down the hall at a glance from her elder.

You're welcome, came the Sith Mistress' telepathic reply. She had no personal attachment to Moridin, but Silencia looked after her investments carefully. After all, she couldn't afford to burn all her bridges, and for a time the man had been an exceptionally strong and important bridge to maintain. Now, it seemed, she would need to forge new ones. Perhaps a visit with one of her more accomplished Apprentices was in order.

Silencia took Moridin's arm and walked at his side following in the footsteps of her grand daughter. They were in Halcyon Citadel - a place that, despite having been married to the man hundreds of years ago, Silencia had never bothered much with. She did not know these halls like Desdemona did, but she had walked them enough times before to at least know the main routes. She was reticent as they walked, mulling over the things that needed mulling over, and decided not to touch upon the more recent events just yet. Regardless of whether or not Moridin willfully gave up the throne, how it all ended was likely not one of his more proud moments in life. These events had curtailed her means of controlling things as she saw fit, and until such a time that she could ascertain just how much damage had been done, she would rebuild from the base.

The woman's lurid green eyes glanced to her companion as they walked and a small, wry smile appeared, It has been some time since you and she have spoken. How quickly it passes... she's agreed to letting you stay here while you recuperate. I think you would benefit from friendly company.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Moridin grinned slightly as Quietus left the room, that one had always been a prize to him. He then turned his gaze back to Silencia who was graceful as ever. The Dreadlord knew that she wouldn't try to get rid of him quite yet, he was still very much useful to her. She couldn't accomplish their plan without him...or at least it would be rather difficult for her to do so. He shrugged slightly to himself, his mind turning away from his own mortality and towards the future.

His gaze lingered on Quietus as they walked and Silencia spoke of her, a slight smirk came to his face. Part of him wondered if Silencia knew about his and her grand daughters fling some years ago. He didn't doubt she did. Moridin chuckled slightly as Silencia mentioned friendly company.

“It has been some time, I'll look forward to these next few weeks.” Moridin said the words with amusement in his words, though his face seemed to put through none of that. He was eager to move on with their plans, and he was sure that even though she did not show it Silencia was eager to hear why Moridin had abandoned his post as head of the Empire. “Though I will soon have to return to Byss.”

As they reached the Dining hall and Silencia left his arm to go take a seat at the table Moridin stopped for a second. He looked at the collection of food on the table and seemed to look sick for a second. He had not eaten actual food in decades. After his...consuming of Byss Moridin had felt a distinct lack of need for sustenance, now however it was different...he was spent and strangely for the first time in four hundred years he felt hungry.

The Dreadlord stared at the food, and then slowly made his way towards the table. As he sat Moridin began to speak again “I suppose I should explain myself regarding my earlier statements.”

 

[Quietus]

The hall they sat within was smallish and comfortable - more of a solar of sorts. Quietus lounged in her seat, idly picking pieces of meat and fruit for her plate with a short glance to Moridin as he spoke. Taking a bite, the younger of the two Shamalains watched him closely before turning her attention back to her food.

You may speak openly, Silencia responded in kind to Moridin with a short gesture of her hand about them. The servants had taken their leave of the chamber and there was naught but the open bay windows that overlooked the evening jungles outside. Distantly the cry of Onderon beasts could be heard. The Elder Master gave Moridin a pointed look as she drank from a glass of thick, viscous Blodwyne. Indeed she was curious, but there was no need for her to force the words from his mouth nor any hurry. She needn't mention that Quietus was trustworthy, as the woman had been present those hundreds of years ago when the plan was originally formulated.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Moridin smiled at the both of them, slowly slicing a piece of meat with a fork and a knife. He was actually rather excited to tell this story, he had not been able to share it with anyone else. As he finished swallowing part of his meal Moridin put down his fork and knife and then slowly began to speak, there was a slight edge to his words a mix of excitement and pure glee. It was odd for Moridin to be in such a mood, especially in his current state.

“As I said. Several weeks ago I was handed a gift.” He referred to it as a gift because thats what it was, a way for them to accelerate and increase their plans. “This gift came in the form of two people. A boy, and a girl.”

He grinned slightly and then looked at Quietus with a mischievous smirk. For a few seconds he let what he said linger in the air as he took another bite of his food. Then when sufficient time had passed Moridin continued his little story. “The boy at first was of no interest really but then I noticed something. He was dead to the force, a complete blank within it. I could neither touch him nor sense him, an odd thing for someone of our level. Of course I questioned him, where he came from, what he was, how he had gained this ability. Surprisingly, his answer was me.”

He paused for a brief second and grinned at the two women, as if it was a massive joke.

“This boy, claimed to be my son. Something I found to be curiously true.” The Dreadlord again stopped not mentioning how he found out, though presumably it was done through genetic testing. He went on “My son is not the gift I was referring to however. The girl he brought with him proved to be far more interesting. A second Sable.”

 

[Quietus]

The two were quiet as he spoke; Silencia watching her ward with patience and Quietus looking somewhat bored. The latter of the two had been rather detached from the whole scheme of things - galactic dominion had never once been on her bucketlist, but she was well enough along herself to be of aid simply by knowing. It paid to have a third party aware in some instances where had Silencia not been able to find Moridin for whatever reason, she could have sent her descendant without needing to worry about questions or curiosities.

However, her lackadaisical manners suddenly shattered under an explosive bout of fury. The entire table lurched as the dark-haired woman suddenly rose from her seat, sinking the blade of her dagger deep into the wood.

What do you mean a second Sable?! Quietus' eyes rounded on Moridin wildly. He knew, oh yes he knew very well what a touchy subject that was.

Silencia raised a brow at this, eyes wide at her grandaughter's reaction and then narrowing as she moved to right her toppled glass and refill it. Wasteful.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Moridin suppressed a chuckle at Quietus' outburst, it amused him to see her angry mostly because he rarely saw her so. The whole thing was quite...invigorating. He smiled at her, and then motioned for her to sit back down and relax..although perhaps that was not the best way to go about this. His smile however had gone away, showing that at the very least he was taking this more seriously than before.

“As I said Des, a second one.” Moridin said the words quietly, though loud enough for both women to hear. He wasn't taunting either of them clearly, nor was he making fun. The Dreadlord was quite serious about this. “She stands a copy of the Sable buried deep beneath Byss. There are only two difference that i have found between the two.”

The former Emperor stopped slightly for a few seconds, he was not quite sure how to phrase this. The Sable buried beneath Byss was unstable. The corruption that the Darkside had brought on her had taken her completely, she was quite literally falling apart at the seems. Their Sable was now dangerously unhinged, something that this other one did not share...though Moridin did not know why.

“The First difference is quite obvious. She is not corrupted...or at least not as broken as the one below Byss. I do not know why this is, though I find it curious above all else. She seems stable...and mostly calm.” He paused for a few seconds and gave Silencia a serious look, as though he were troubled by this finding.

Finally he continued on watching Quietus wearily. “The second difference, and what makes her such a gift is...She carries my essence.”

Moridin let the the words hang in air. That information should be quite a shock to both Silencia and Quietus. In order for Sable or anyone really to carry Moridins essence he would have to be dead, something that he quite clearly was not...however close he had come.

 

[Quietus]

Quietus' temper was boiling barely contained beneath the surface, and no amount of appeal from Moridin would help that. She had, after all and perhaps even unbeknownst to him, been partially to blame for his own Sable's failure. She'd pushed the girl to the brink, intent on bringing about self-destruction, and it had worked ... mostly. Quietus had hoped that Moridin would simply do away with his pet, but instead he'd frozen her. Probably resolved to finding a way to fix her, though she was simply beyond all that. Qui had thought to destroy the abomination herself but time and absence had long since tamed the desire. She'd very nearly forgotten about it completely.

That will do... Silencia eyed the woman, imposing her will on her emotions until she bridled them. Quietus fought her at first, but there was little point. The Beastia shut her eyes against the sensation in her mind, shook her head and sat, deliberately.

Returning her attention to Moridin now that Quietus was sulking but at least under control, she sighed over another drink. She was only marginally aware of this Sable character and what she knew of the original was only after preening her grandaughter's mind forcefully. Being that Quietus had not been involved in the rearing of this ... Force anomaly, she could only surmise the importance of the character. The original, it seemed, was of little relevence to current states, but this new one she supposed was far more important.

Your essence? Silencia queried and leaned back in her seat. Of course she was curious about the how, but she supposed that really didn't matter. Pondering this, the woman gave him an inquisitive stare, and I suppose you mean to use her instead of yourself as the conduit, then?

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Moridin simply gave Silencia a nod, and then shot Quietus a concerned and sympathetic gaze. He knew the woman never liked Sable, he actually didn't know why all the hate existed he just knew that it did. He had found Sable to be an incredibly useful tool throughout the years. She was loyal above all else, not to mentioned entirely too powerful in the force. This new Sable seemed to be very much the same, with the added benefit of Moridin being a part of her.

“I mean to use us both.” The Dreadlord said with quite a bit of force. Moridin could eat and harness the Hatred, murder, and just the general atmosphere of war much like many Sith could. Because of his abilities however he had a certain...penchant for guiding it into a new means. This was part of their plan of course, now however Moridin was not the only one who would be able to do this. The new Sable would as well, and arguably she would do it better than her Master.

“Because of Sable's...unique connection to the force she will form the perfect base. We both knew this and that's why I froze her.” He didn't mention what she would be the basis of, he didn't feel the need to. “This Sable however, is me in a different form. The act of taking in the pain, death, hate from war will come as natural to her as it does to me and in turn it will be easier for me to feed her the power that I take in. With both of them at the center, our task will become far, far less complicated.”

"Not to mention the fact that now, i am free to start conflicts all across the galaxy. Not just near the Empire." Sable would take over his handling within the Empire. She would listen to him as she always did.

 

[Quietus]

Very interesting... Silencia remarked, swilling the contents of her glass absently as she thought on it all. Her eyes remained locked on Moridin while her thoughts wandered, and wander they did. Since their first meeting she had a distinct touch of nostalgia. Moridin reminded her greatly of the Sith Masters that came even before herself. The ones who truly drank from the fountain of darkness and wallowed in hate, despair, death, decay, greed, gluttony and all other things tainted and unpleasant. Her days as a fledgeling in the Darkside had been spent at the heel of powerful Lords who took her fears and made them manifest. She had them to thank for her current seat of power, so it was with some regard of fondness that she viewed Moridin.

You intend to levy the Empire with this unknown entity. How can you be so sure you can Master her the same way as the original? If she is indeed possessed by your essence, there is also liability that your once loyal subjects now enemies will detect that, and attempt to eradicate it.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Moridin gave her a slight smirk, her questions were not unfounded but then again he had left out quite a big gap in the whole thing. The Dreadlord looked at her, and then over to Quietus who was still sulking. Before he spoke he took another bite of his food, unlike the two mute women he could not project his thoughts into the minds of others, it was an ability that escaped him...rather ironic since he could force his entire will on others. Funny that.

“You have a point, but you are also missing a few little details.” Moridin spoke in between bites of his food now, he was clearly gaining strength every minute. “Sable is, and always was loyal to me. This apparently holds true across dimensions. This is not to mention that she and my son seem to be...infatuated with one another.”

He had never known his apprentice to be...loving towards anything, She had been loyal and welcoming to Moridin of course, but with Sven it seemed to be something different. He had no idea if he could call it love on Sables part, but the two clearly cared for each other.

“I hold sway over the boy. The way he watches and looks at me. I can feel that his father...me I suppose conditioned him in certain manners, though I doubt that he himself knows. As long as i hold one of them, both will follow what i say.” The Dreadlord mused upon this, he would have to find out more alter of course. “As for my former subjects, I would not worry. The Essence that Sable holds within her is one that originated nearly Four centuries ago before my...acquisition of the people of Byss. It is similar to my own, but I would be surprised if anyone but Apparatus were to recognize it.”

 

[Quietus]

Tapping a finger at her lips, Silencia affixed the Dreadlord with a ruminative gaze. She wasn't particularly keen on the idea of including more entities on this plan of their only because it increased the likelihood of failure. There was also this issue with the ... affection he mentioned. Silencia did not know if the man that they dined with was personally capable of love or even understanding the emotion. If there was love between this son and Apprentice of his, involving one or the other could lead to disaster. He relied heavily on circumstantial ideas that very few, and likely not including himself, knew enough of to truly speak intelligently on.

What did they know of other dimensions and travel between them? Sure, the man had been to Chaos and back, but then again so had she. It proved nothing and gained them no more knowledge of places other than it. Had he stopped to consider that this Sable woman might've been a ploy? A well-thought-out ploy, and certainly one that would have taken strong magics to create, yet still the possibility was there.

It all left too many variables in play, and she didn't like it.

Apparatus does not concern me, she waved a dismissive hand and emptied her glass, not nearly as much as other things do. These developments of yours are intriguing, Moridin, and if you have nothing further to speak on I'm afraid I have a few matters to attend to.