Faction LOTS │ Trial of Sand (Open to All Acolytes/Knights)

[Quintus Varro]

He looke down one end of the darkened hall and then the other without saying a word for a moment. There was no real good reason to choose one over the other, they pointed east and west and the center was somewhere to the north. Closing his eyes he took a deep breath and stood in the dimming light unthinking as he stopped thinking. Too many of his own thoughts, and right now he needed to feel his way, or at least one of them too.

His thoughts were in chaos though as he'd pushed on putting on a front of certainty when he was all too aware he was just starting on his path. It was frustrating, the waiting and the training, and worst of all the someday. Someday he'd be all he pretended to be, someday he'd be a master of chains. He let the thought process build growing more annoyed by the moment as he felt the dark side of the force build in him as he fueled it through passion. Still it gave little clarify.

Finally he simply looked to the east, they'd been traveling to the west so if they want that way they might just find the entrance and have picked up no ground. "I'm going this way, but if your feelings incline you to go the other I take no offense. I see no clear answer in this, perhaps you will?"

Arcturus Dinn

 

[Dis]

Surur Pomi (Dis the Shadow(cat))
Shadowcat, explorer and wanderer; Owner of the Cat’s Paw; Member of the Greystone Mercantile​

Location: Korriban
Equipment: Chosen Host | Lightsaber
Tags: Val Drutin

The Shadowcat really couldn’t decide what was weirder and scarier. That Val was behaving this way now, which was actually the same as completely normal and average human behaviour, or when he was acting like a madman. But since Dis didn't know the man particularly well, didn't know if this shift was normal or not for him. So had to believe he was fine.

"Okay, but if you have any problems, just let me know! asked the other.

After that, Dis followed the man inside the tomb, Mr. Hssiss still having dinner for the time being and not coming. It was really dark inside, even for the Shadowcat, so it, too, relied on the Force to see better. Although it was in the body of a felinoid, the farghul had no better vision. Dis, too, sensed the things that were here, eventually catching up with Val in the hall where the man had already activated the lightsaber.

Due to this, it was possible to see some in the place. Since Dis did not speak ur-Kittât perfectly, the Shadowcat understood only details from the subtitles. On the question, Dis was a little surprised at what Val had asked. Tilted its head slightly to the side; there was no ulterior motive for the subject, there was no such thing at all in its case. May have been in the body of a Sith Acolyte, but its intentions were clear on this point. Didn't want to hurt anyone for the Holocron if that happened.

"I want to learn from it, that's why I'm interested. Not because of power, but more of curiosity. You?"

 

[Kal]

Wearing: Devaronian Male; Early Twenties, Athletic, Curved Horns and Fitted Robes.
Equipment: One Standard Issue Survival Kit
Tags: Melydia Gold

"Oh yes, I am sure the beetles will make fine scouts," he observed, smiling approvingly at her suggestion. The more eyes the merrier, if this place truly was as sprawling as he suspected. There was also the chance they might detect traps that would otherwise catch them unaware - the loss of this body would hardly be the end of the world, but he would hate to see Melydia hurt.​

Not to mention the possibility of sorcerous hazards - far more dangerous to his kind that steel or blaster bolts.​

After walking some distance, Kal indicated for them to halt, then began searching for an entrance of some kind in what seemed to be open dunes. Shaking his head in disappointment, he showed the way closer towards the storm in a more or less straight line. Suddenly stopping, he spun on his heels, beaming at his companion. "Here! A breach in the wall, full of sand of course. Should be simple enough to excavate."​

Without further ado, he began to poke and prod at the sand's edges, manipulating the mass until it began to collapse further into the tunnel, clearing a narrow passage large enough for them to slide through. Precision he could do, lifting an entire dune not so much.​

 

[Val Drutin]

She asked him why he was here. Val smiled, the violet glow of his saber strange against the white of his teeth. It was not a sincere expression of joy or good humor.

“I don't care about the holocron. I only came here, to Korriban and the Lords of the Sith, because I was lonely,” he said. “It’s funny. I’ve always called myself a Sith, because it’s all I’ve ever known.”

He resumed walking, his gaze sliding over the incomprehensible pictures on the walls. “My master raised me, then forced me to kill her. I thought it was because she believed in the Rule of Two. She was such a staunch traditionalist. The apprentice must betray the master.” He pursed his lips. “But for that to be true, I would’ve had to attack her—and only when I was powerful enough to overcome her. I wasn’t powerful enough. She attacked me, and she let me win. Which means…”

He came upon a door at the end of the corridor, the shape of it coming into frame amid purple light and shadows.

“It was really her way of giving up on me,” he continued, raising his lightsaber over his head. “I know it, deep down, but normally I try to ignore it. Push it to the back of my mind. Forget that I am a failure in her eyes. In the eyes of all the Sith. Especially...”

He plunged his blade into the door, slicing a Val-sized hole through the ancient metal. The slab fell inward with a loud rumble that likely echoed throughout the tomb’s tunnels.

"... some old prick like Darth Malgus."

Dis Alina Tremiru Darth Arkanus Arcturus Dinn Quintus Varro Darth Empyrean Kal Melydia Gold​

 

[Alina Tremiru]

Darth Arkanus | Darth Empyrean | Aspect of Passion​

She paused in her run to look back to her ally, flashing a large grin. He was right, of course. If they left the path they could very well get trapped. Or the others could make it there first. But the threat these defenses gave wasn't something she could ignore, either. What use did she have for such a holocron if she was dead? Droids weren't something she could outright affect, after all. She pointed back the way they came, nodding once.

"Go ahead, find the holocron. I'll make sure there's no trap sprung on us in the meantime." Better to hit this from two angles if she had the option to do so. She winked before turning to start once more bolt down this side path she had found. There had to be a control room somewhere. It took a minute of this run before she came across it. More of those droids seeming to guard a door large enough for them. She slowed as she approached. Yep. Still deactive by the way they looked.

Here's hoping they'd stay that way until she was able to take control.

 

[Darth Arkanus]

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TAG: Alina Tremiru | Darth Empyrean | Aspect of Passion​

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Dral's almost bloodshot eyes looked at the woman as she threw it off as if it was nothing and let out a sigh shaking his head as he followed her along the path that she headed down. Calming his rage for the moment, he knew that they would need each other to make it out of this place alive, with our without the holocron.​

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"Come on, let's get this thing settled so we can go and claim our reward and get out of this place, better off than we came in."​

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His eyes were drawn to the droids that were deactivated around him as he listened to make sure that none of them moved behind him as he passed by them as the pair made it down the hall and to the door, his eyes scanning over it for any sense of danger.​

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[Arcturus Dinn]

He closed his eyes for a moment and allowed the space around them time to breathe, now that it was exposed to the air above. Reaching out through the Force he felt down both sides of the corridor, and then frowned. He too was at a loss as much as Quintus seemed to be. There was no clear cut direction to go in.​

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And yet as he began to open his eyes, he heard that same vocalization within his mind, harmonized with the sanguine symphony, that had led him into the Nether and beyond.​

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"Yes..." he nodded his head as he spoke, and began to follow Quintus down the route he had chosen. "I think this is the way..."​

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Or it could have been a trap.​

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He would keep his senses heightened, as they walked through the dark. It wasn't easy, down here it was the blackest black with no light source at all to help cut through it. The Force was a powerful ally, but this tomb was strange. Something was in there with them, he could sense it, but he could do little to pinpoint where exactly it was. Or what.​

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Would that be the same way for any obstacle they might encounter?​

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Quintus Varro ​

 

[Melydia Gold]

Wearing: X, X
Wielding: X
Tags: Kal

Oblivious to the specifics of Kal's senses, Melydia followed along with trust in her friend's abilities. Last time, he'd found something interesting (even if it had tried to kill them. Deadly didn't discount from the interesting), why shouldn't he be able to now? Nevertheless, as she followed his direction, she reached out with her own mind, keeping tabs on what creatures might be lying nearby.

As they drew closer and Kal's search seemed to zoom in on a specific location rather than general direction, her mind too seemed to find purchase. A K'lor'slug, far enough away that it'd be a simple matter to avoid if Melydia hadn't already beckoned it closer. In hindsight, she probably should've asked Kal before doing so, yet the innate instinct to expand her collection of friends kicked in before she could think otherwise.

"Well done!" she beamed up at Kal. "I uh, I made a friend," she gestured toward the creature, making its way toward the pair, "She's cute, er, I think? But also maybe she can help get rid of the sand?" Either way, be it by their own hands or the creature's appendages, they'd soon find themselves in a with a hole big enough to slip into, with hopes that too much sand didn't follow after them.

 

[Dis]

Surur Pomi (Dis the Shadow(cat))
Shadowcat, explorer and wanderer; Owner of the Cat’s Paw; Member of the Greystone Mercantile​

Location: Korriban
Equipment: Chosen Host | Lightsaber
Tags: Val Drutin

Dis tilted its head slightly as Val began to tell the story. As it was not currently in the shape of Shadowcat, it was a little harder for it to make a spectacular expression. Other times the shadows “danced” around Dis, now it could only move the host’s tail. At least the host had one if it could no longer move its ears in this situation as it did in its Shadowcat form.

The story that Val told was very sad; Dis was pretty sure the man's former master was really crazy. It didn’t have enough experience yet to know mortals well, so the “crazy” adjective was pretty conditional. But the Shadowcat was able to tell from this that the whole thing had really shattered the young man. Usually, in such cases, it used to take small gifts to others to cheer them up, but now couldn’t.

"I'm sorry what your master did to you. But you are wrong, you live and you are here. You're not a failure, it was her. Maybe because she didn’t have a good master of you and couldn’t take advantage of who you are. By being here and looking for another way to improve… you have already proven that she is wrong. Don't underestimate yourself Val."

If the man looked at it, even smiled kindly for a moment and made an encouraging gesture with its tail. After the thud, it heard the echo, then walked closer to look into the hallway. Dis regretted a little that its host had no light source or anything like that. Meanwhile, voices could be heard approaching, then Mr. Hssiss appeared and ran into the hallway.

"I think he decided for us… I don’t have a lightsaber to light. Are you going forward?"

 

[Quintus Varro]

Pulling the chains around him the Acolyte walked onwards down the darkened hall their footsteps the only sound as it echoed ceaselessly down the empty tunnel. Not even the sound of the sand could be heard as the entered the depths of the tomb the shadows embracing them from all sides as they walked for what seemed an eternity. For a moment he wondered if perhaps they were already dead, died in some unknown trap that killed them before they'd even realized it had struck.

He knew that wasn't true though, she still whispered to him of unspoken desires, and he had no doubt the song still rung in Arcturus Dinn ears. They were alive, but that was all he was sure about. The center of darkness they'd been circling around though seemed unmoving now, as though it had radiated out in power. Perhaps the spirit was simply wakening more. "What do you suppose is on this holocron, Arcturus? What secrets did one of the greatest Sith every to live behind, and how much of his spirit is left here? Enough to be chained? Enough to learn from? Dangerous though I've read, and yes I've read more lately. The books didn't tell how though, just that it cost all but the most powerful their soul. Interesting no?"

 

[Arcturus Dinn]

On.​

And on.​

And on.​

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On through the darkness the pair wandered, seemingly evermore. Perhaps nevermore. Each step felt as though it belonged to the last, about them the shadows melded into one another, a perpetual black that sucked in light and life and left only void in its wake. Were they walking in place? Were they walking at all? Had they descended into some new state of being, lost within the heart of the world? That great symphony still played out in his mind, that haunting voice remained ever on the edge of his hearing, but otherwise nothing changed.​

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Years might have passed in the blink of an eye, and he would have been none the wiser. Time stretched and pulled and shrank in on itself. All that he knew was the sound of their footsteps, though even those were dampened by the naturally insulated state of the space they existed within. Surrounded by so much sand, he doubted they could hear even a pindrop echo in such a place. It was eerie, the air was heavy and borderline impenetrable.​

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But on they ventured all the same.​

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It was cut through only by the voice of his companion. In many ways that was the only way he came to realize that they still existed in some capacity. That the Nether had not swallowed them whole and thrust them further into the Dreaming Dark than any mortal had ever before witnessed. His voice was an anchor amidst so tumultuous an inky sea.​

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"If we knew what lay on it, mayhaps we would have no use for it in the end..." He had learned long ago that to speculate was a fool's errand. One could hope and pray for a certain path to be so, but unless they made waves to achieve it all it would ever be was a pipedream. The answer would be known when they found it.​

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If they found it.​

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"It is good that you are finding time to broaden your mind. So many reject information so readily available to them. Archives... tomes upon tomes await the eager and willing, so that we might feast upon the legacies of those who came before us. But it is not so flashy as lightsaber forms or Force manifest..."​

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Though it could not be seen, the lad frowned some as that brought within his mind a new thought.​

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"Perhaps that is why holocrons are so sought after. One does not need to read from it, they are told what they need to know. There's no reading between the lines when the keeper of the holocron says what is so. Their words filled with misunderstandings, perspectives... Though is that not so for all media? Does that not tell us more about the person than the subject at hand?"​

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He shrugged his shoulders, more for his own sake than any others, and fell silent for a time. Allowed his fellow Acolyte to speak more on the subject should he will it, though also giving himself time to mull those thoughts over. He much preferred written tomes, he decided, as they came upon a room that felt rather different from the eternal void they'd been wandering through. To see how one had written, each brush stroke of their pen, to infer through punctuation and paragraphing, through their use of parchment and leather to bind... A piece of their soul trapped within each word.​

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Part of him wondered if the holocron was even something he wanted. He was here because Maliphant willed it so, and he would find the prize to please his Master and prove himself. But given the choice between its archaic knowledge and a chance to speak with the one who had created it in true, he'd choose the latter each and every time.​

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"Do you feel that?" he asked, as they came upon that new chamber. He glanced around, and soon enough a slight whistling sound accompanied the faintest of breezes he'd been speaking of. A draft... Life breathed into the tomb where previously only stagnation lingered.​

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But still no light.​

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Quintus Varro ​

 

[Alina Tremiru]

Darth Arkanus | Aspect of Passion | Darth Empyrean​

"Coming along then?" There was a small amount of surprise in her voice, but she didn't oppose having the Zabrak assist. They might be able to handle any threats better together. Even if it cost them the holocron. Truthfully she wasn't as worried about that as she probably should be. It was their task to get it, but she honestly was more interested in whatever these droids might be. What powered them. How they were able to kill Sith. All too many reasons for her curiosity to be peaked.

Deeper into the room she went, no longer as worried about the droids as she had been. They've been so inactive thus far, why would that change? She approached the control console, glancing it over. Old Sith. That made sense. "Let's try this one.." She tapped a button that read as 'On'. Naturally, the console activated. But it wasn't the only thing to activate. Behind the two Sith the droids at the entrance slowly came to life. Alina laughed as she glanced over her shoulder.

"Hindsight, totally makes sense. Uh. Keep them busy while I figure this out?"

 

[Kal]

Wearing: Devaronian Male; Early Twenties, Athletic, Curved Horns and Fitted Robes.
Equipment: One Standard Issue Survival Kit
Tags: Melydia Gold

Pausing his slow and steady excavation at Melydia's statement, he turned to face the giant worm-thing-with-legs, paused again, then stepped aside, a cheerful smile making its way onto his features. "She's perfect, thank you! My way would have taken a while. A good while."​

Probably not the best approach, in a speed-based contest - goodness she had speed, clawed feet clearing a way into the tomb in no time.​

Giving his friend a big thumbs-up as soon as the creature finished with the passage, he was quick to plunge into the sandy ruins ahead of her. Who knew what awaited them, but if anyone was getting bisected by elaborate traps it was him, damn it. He'd get better, she wouldn't. Momentarily caught off guard by the simple fact that the place was unlit, he quickly adjusted, leaning upon his more mystical senses.​

"You don't happen to have a light, do you?" He shouted up their improvised passage, crawling down from the big pile of sand to reach solid rock. There was a good chance the survival kit had one, but first he ought to check his immediate surroundings. Clear. Clear. Clear...​

... oh.

Tensing up, he relaxed once it became clear that the terrifying-looking war droid resting in a halfway-open alcove seemed inert.

 

[Quintus Varro]

As their one continual moment of darkness stretched into eternity the Acolytes mind ran ideal as he listened to the whispers in languages he couldn't speak. Their intentions were obvious though, and that was enough for him. He heard somewhere in the background Arcturus speak yet so engrossed was he by the whispers he simply couldn't grasp the words. Even as he tried for a moment the whispers seemed almost irritated that his focus was shifting, but with a bit of effort he heard the end of Arcturus Dinn point on holocrons.

He wondered then if holocrons could lie, or rather their maker could choose for them to lie. Could the emotion inside of them overwhelm the logical side of person, and even the wise fail to see through the lie? He wanted to voice as much to Arcturus, but the whispers seemed to sap his will to speak. Better he hear and learn from them then ask another they said.

Finally the draft hit them as they could feel it on the air, and even as he opened his mouth to respond to Arcturus the darkness opened up into a great shadow. They hadn't even realized they'd exited the tunnel without any light source, but now even the ceiling and walls were gone and shadows truly embraced them. The air smelled of a damp decay and the whispers seemed, excited.

Reaching into his pack he pulled out a flair and holding it up high activated it before throwing it away from himself to see in the distance. The light bathed the room in a warm red glow, and yet even with that the walls were shadows. The stone floors were clear now as were the writing upon it. Out of the corner of his eye he swore he saw a piece of shadows move, but it wasn't possible. Nothing would have stayed this far down would it?

 

[Arcturus Dinn]

His companion was silent.​

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Even as Thesh spoke to him, he remained that way. Lost in thought or focus or both, he did not know. But it mattered little, for he had as much been uttering his words aloud for his own sake as Quintus'. Many would argue that only a madman would speak to themselves, but other studies showed that intelligence beget a need to vocalize ones thoughts.​

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Regardless, it was not all silent in its place. No, as the flare lit up it brought with it a slight hiss that forced its way through the thick air and burrowed through that seeping darkness with a sickly red ichor. A glower not too unakin to the saber at his waist.​

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Of the ceiling and walls he could not speak, they were as much an enigma now, in this vast and lofty space, as they had been with no light to guide them.​

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But the floors?​

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Oh, well the floor was something else entirely.​

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Lines upon lines of script lay there, various tongues laid out for the pair to see. Some he recognized, others were utterly foreign. All brought with them a sense of dread and morbid curiosity within him. His attention was drawn briefly by that fleeting shade at the peripheral of their vision, and though he knew he ought to pay it more heed he could not help but remain drawn to the writing.​

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He had halted in place at this point, and slowly saw fit to crouch down and observe each word he could decipher with vested interest. Almost akin to the ramblings of one gone mad, one incapable of keeping the thoughts contained safely within their mind, or from their voice. Was this the next step to that supposed madness? To spew forth whatever oddities gripped one, and lay them out for the whole world to see?​

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In truth that was not the question he sought an answer to.​

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Thesh was much more curious about what exactly had created such wonderment in a tomb so dank and deep as this.​

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And as the shadow once more pulled from the vacuous, inky black around them toward the light of the flare he felt sure they were soon to find out...​

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Quintus Varro ​

 

[Quintus Varro]

Darth Malgus was said to have become one with the dark side of the force, a Sith in the center of a storm of hate and rage that was ever burning. That his crypt and whatever spirit he'd leave behind would amplify that didn't seem to shock either one of them. Or maybe they'd just been foolish enough to even hope for it. As the shadow at the edge of the room seemed to move back towards the light though even Quintus couldn't allow himself to be completely distracted.

Lighting a second flare he threw it out towards the far wall near the shadow and it's shriek filled his mind with pain and rage as it sought to flee into the darkness. The light now touched the far wall on that side though as the shadow now moved on the edge of darkness hissing low at the pair of Acolytes in the light. Slowly it stalked all around them moving in a wide circle until it came back around to the other side of the lit up wall. The feeling of being watched never abating for either of them.

Reaching inside of him Quintus grabbed the chains his passion mounting as he used this unknown fear to give himself strength. The whispers came again and as they did the creature stopped tilting it's head in the darkness as though it too heard the whispers. Then it spoke like the sound of iron scrapped against stone in their minds, the tongue of the Sith stuttered as if it hadn't spoken them in centuries and gaining in strength as it did.

It was this source of shadow that Quintus now realized the stench of death came from, but this couldn't be the great Darth Malgus. No more likely something chained to his tomb to guard and serve the spirit in the afterlife.

Arcturus Dinn

 

[Arcturus Dinn]

His fingers itched. Longing to remove the leather-bound notebook from within his satchel, to mimic the foreign tongue upon the ground so that he might further research it later. To bring as much of this obscure text from the tomb to the surface when they eventually left.​

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If they eventually left.​

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But he couldn't. Because that would have been too easy. No, instead he watched as a second flare was tossed further into the room and lit up the back wall and that which had been observing them from within the darkness. He heard the shrieking wail it pushed forth, and resisted the urge to cover his ears. Instead he clenched his jaw as the sound echoed throughout the lofty chamber, and allowed his eyes to follow it into the black once more.​

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It was still there. Still lingered as close to the light as it dared exist. The melancholy music continued to drift around him, but added to that were the great whispers he'd first heard with Celeste Demici and which had continued to seep into his mind in moments such as these. Where the Force hung low and heavy around them. Where the abyss lingered evermore.​

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That great symphony was mounting, and it seemed as though the unknown creature heard it too.​

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The archaic tongue it spoke in, with gravelly and grating tone, was not wholly known to him. It plagued his mind with deep despair. For all his research, and all that he knew, Thesh was far more comfortable reading the language it spoke in than he was deciphering it by sound alone. And yet he found rather quickly that the words themselves did not wholly matter. Beneath it his mind held a further understanding.​

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As though what it sought to convey transcended the boundaries of speech.​

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He shot a quick glance toward his companion, and sought to gather whether or not he had heard it too. From the look upon Quintus' face he knew it to be so. Thesh took a step forward, toward that inky black, and rooted himself beside his companion. Together they would be stronger, surely?​

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"Is this the tomb of the one known as Malgus?" he inquired of the shade. For all the Sith buried upon this dune-ridden world, they could hardly be certain of whether this was even the place they sought. For all they knew that which clung to the shadows was the one who had been laid here many eons earlier. For all they knew they had journeyed beneath the sands for naught.​

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No. Not naught.​

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Knowledge was knowledge. And it was not every day one observed so strange a phenomenon as a specter.​

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Even so the noise it made through his mind in response echoed the vaguest resemblance to affirmation. There was more within it though, and that dread which had already gripped him deepened and sent further turmoil through his ill-prepared brain. It was a lot to take in. One thing to read of such things, and another to be presented with it so brazenly.​

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Quintus Varro ​

 

[Aspect of The Force]

With each now stood within the tomb, though admittedly at varying positions therein, that voice once again rose up within their minds. It was less precise in its phrasing now, in fact the astute among them would realize that they were hardly words at all which were uttered. Noises to be sure, ones which urged them on toward the core through whichever paths they were already upon, but nothing comprehensible.​

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Slowly but surely they each would come upon that centralized chamber, where the ceiling was so high that any step or sound was echoed through the dank air. Whether by light of the dwindling flares which already illuminated it alone, or the glower of sabers ignited within winding passageways, the vast room was opened up to each as they converged there seemingly all at once. Face to face now with those they had been competing against.​

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Even the likes of Alina Tremiru with her barely awakened droids would feel this pull, and surprisingly she'd find no resistance or hostility from those she had activated. For whatever reason they stood to attention before her, and as she and her companion made their way toward the rest of the group they'd find the droids at their heel.​

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For those who had not been privy to the incessant whispering which had begun to take up much of the chamber, they'd have a sudden awakening to such. As though a hundred thousand voices rained down upon them at so quiet a tone that they appeared more like niggling insects ever at the very edge of their hearing. Culminating at the heart, where no doubt each would soon find themselves.​

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Aside from this, however, there was nothing much else to be noted. At least, immediately.​

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Val Drutin Dis Kal Melydia Gold Alina Tremiru Darth Arkanus Quintus Varro Arcturus Dinn Darth Empyrean ​

 

[Val Drutin]

“Yup. Here we go.”

Val proceeded through to the heart of the tomb… and stopped. He stood there and waited as everyone else arrived, gathering together in a gaggle of Sithlings and reanimated droids.

Once everyone was there, he looked at the varied faces around him, nodded, and said, “I was here first.”

The word first echoed marvelously throughout the chamber.

Dis Alina Tremiru Darth Arkanus Arcturus Dinn Quintus Varro Aspect of The Force Kal Melydia Gold​

 

[Alina Tremiru]

The lack of a threat had Alina pause in her efforts to shut down the machines. They were already.. Tame? Broken in? Subservient? She wasn't sure what the term should be, but there was something to this. Enough for her to smile. Which quickly faded as she felt the pull. Her eyes narrowed as she started to make her way to the chamber where the call came from.

And she wasn't alone. The others, the challenge.

There was a moment of tension in her mind. At least until Val Drutin spoke up. Then she laughed. "Yes, you are. What happens now?"

Aspect of The Force Darth Arkanus @Others