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[Darth Vazkuul]

Location: Malsheem, Heart of Darkness | Darth Veleson's Quarters
Date: 1 Week Prior to the Invasion of Orax, 876 ABY
Equipment: Imbued Sith Talisman | Imbued Sith Sword | Sith Magistaff
Tags: Lukas
Header/Graphics: Ingrid L'lerim

The Sith Sorcerer hovered just above the ebony floor. He was deep in meditation, a state of communion with the nature of chaos. He regularly exerted this type of exercise, sending a part of his consciousness deep into the Bogan. Darth Veleson allowed his mind to be enveloped by the Dark Side with a gratuitous glee as he explored the depths of its great shroud.

He was seated in a small chamber, glossed ebony walls adjoined in a peak the the top of the room. It appeared to take the shape of a pyramid, and along a wall sat a large Sith Ritual Altar. It's great crystal hummed lowly as a dark pink hue glowed from its core. Darth Veleson himself was garbed in fine robes of a rich purple shade, bearing traditional Sith Armor much like his ancestors. It contained ornate engravings all done in ur-Kittât. His gray and ashy skin was slightly unusual for a Sith Pureblood, however it was likely traced to Sith-Human hybrid breeding dating back to the Golden Age of The Sith. His frame was sturdy and muscular although hidden by his ornate clothing. No one quite knew how he maintained his youthful appearance when his rumored age was beyond centuries. However a trained practitioner of Sith Magic and Alchemy could likely deduce more than one way someone might keep themselves looking youthful.

"My Lord..." A feminine voice whispered from the entrance to the chamber. Stood there was a petite Echani. She was dressed in a simple black robe, bearing the Sith Eternal sect insignia on a shoulder. "An Acolyte seeks an audience with you.." She finished. Her voice was refined, seemingly higher than her current station.

Darth Veleson did not react immediately, as he retreated his mind from the cold shroud of the Bogan. After a few moments his body lowered to the floor and he clutched his Magistaff, levying it by his side. His yellow hues opened and rested on the crystal momentarily. While the Echani was waiting, he had already found the presence of the Acolyte in question lurking outside the Sith Lord's quarters. He examined him through the force momentarily.

After the Sith made a decision in his mind, he offered a response to the waiting servant. "Bring him to me."

"At once, Lord Veleson." The Echani retorted, and quickly spun on a heel to retrieve Lukas.

Darth Veleson stood assuredly in the chamber now, one clawed appendage holding his staff as the other folded behind the smaller of his back.



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[Lukas]

Lukas typically wasn’t one to make the first move in any kind of meeting, or arrangement, however this one occasion differed for him. Rumours of a new Sith lord within the order had reached the Acolytes' ears, and it had set the cogs in motion within Lukas’ own head. A new Sith Lord was unlikely to have many commitments, or any at least that Lukas’ young mind could think of, so it certainly was an opportunity. If Lukas were to make an impression, things, whether that was lessons or an apprenticeship, could certainly stem from a meeting, should Lukas be able to arrange it.

The Acolyte paced around in a hallway, his masked helmet in his arms as he considered his words. He was naturally a fairly confident person, however speech wasn’t exactly his forte and he was struggling with deciding how to introduce himself. As he heard the approaching footsteps, he pulled the mask over his head, turning to face the Echani as she approached.
“Come with me.” was about all she said, and Lukas returned it with a simple nod and followed after her. As he walked down the hallway, he brushed down the dust from his outfit, which, after having noticed himself in a reflection, he should probably make a bit more formal and more fitting of a sith acolyte, not some raider.

Lukas entered the chamber, his eyes idly drifting around the room for a moment, taking a note of anything of interest within the room, his eyes lingering on the Altar for a moment before finally settling on the Sith. The Acolyte came to a halt slightly before the middle of the room, his hands handing idly by his sides, as he dipped his head slightly towards the Sith Lord. A show of respect never went astray from his experience, and he did aim to have a good first impression. “My name is Lukas, the Acolyte who requested an audience.” was all that he said, waiting to gauge a reaction or if he could tell anything about the Siths personality from the response before he pressed any further.

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[Darth Vazkuul]

Location: Malsheem, Heart of Darkness | Darth Veleson's Quarters
Date: 1 Week Prior to the Invasion of Orax, 876 ABY
Equipment: Imbued Sith Talisman | Imbued Sith Sword | Sith Magistaff
Tags: Lukas

Domineering eyes scrutinized the Acolyte as he entered view. The Sith had already made a proper examination of Lukas through the Bogan. His face however, would not convey his findings.

Darth Veleson remained unmoving like a statue as the altar emanated a dim light behind him. Irus’ Pliurza was held firmly in his clawed grip. Its presence alone would be enough to unnerve the Acolyte through the force, were he not prepared to resist its corrupting will.

“Kneel before me, Acolyte. You will demonstrate the proper tradition befitting Sith.”
Darth Veleson issued the command with brevity.

"What is your name, and tell me what it is you seek."

Darth Veleson likely already knew what the Acolyte would desire, it was what so many others craved. The mystic teachings of Sith Magic, a power that could create gods of mortals. It was enticing, but equally costly. One who indulged its practice inevitably would be devoured by it. But even so, some had learned ways to stave death. The Sith Sorcerer wondered if this young human could be molded into one befitting status as a God among men. And as he learned more about the human his query would be inevitably answered.​

 

[Lukas]

Lukas frowned beneath his mask, narrowing his gaze upon hearing the request to kneel. Proper tradition or not, he had never once met another Sith who had told him to kneel in front of them.

However, he did slowly lower himself to a knee, some reluctance evident in his movement, as he swallowed down any semblance of pride. The Acolytes gaze briefly wandered from the Sith, instead focusing on the staff, which was succeeding, at least for the time being, at unnerving Lukas.

“I just..” He began before biting back his comment. Despite having already introduced himself, this Sith seemed to care about tradition and respect, so those comments were best left unsaid. “My name is Lukas, and as for what I want, it really depends.” There was a brief pause, as he considered his words for a moment. “I’m an Acolyte who has lacked much in the way of tutelage, so I wanted to know what it is that you could teach, if anything.” While it wasn’t the best way of wording it, he figured it was best to be to the point instead of dancing around what it was that he wanted.

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