Private Memoir of the Dead

[Tamsin Graves]

Theme: Lunatics and Slaves
Location: Korriban
Equipment: GL-13 blaster | Combat Knife | Multi-Tool | Inquisitorial Saber
Tags: Diarch Reign
Time Line: This takes Place after Feast of the Furious but Before Serpent of Echnos

This world of Korriban was ancient, a place where even the original sith a species buried their dead. A desert world filled with storms and unimaginable beasts that dwelled in the endless sea of rocks and dunes. To cross its terrain alone was a fool's errand, for even one who was a master in the force. Yet a diminutive figure set off alone into the wide-open sands of the world.

She had fled the confines of the feasting halls of where watchers of the grand races gorged themselves. The girl had been cursed to be besieged by a stranger from her past, a stranger she had seen on her liberation from slavery. A man she had seen murder and then raise the slayed from the dead as his soldiers. What cruel magicks the sith wielded as weapons to wipe their foes and innocent alike from these worlds.

She just fled, the fear and terror running deep into her bones. She did not know where she was going, just that she had to go. As the walk went on the girl soon gave way to the heavy feeling of tiredness. Before she knew it she faded to black into slumber but her body moved on. Her eyes shifted from their dark amber into a vibrant fiery orange as something inside her awakened.

The Demon took control as the girl inside slept unknowingly that she had opened the door that allowed it to take control. The Demon trapped in the girl's body pushed on through the desert its heading far past the Valley of the Dark Lords and even past the even older burial grounds of The Valley of Golg. It moved deeper into the desert.

The beast of the wilds seemed to keep their distance from whatever it was that now walked in the skin of Tamsin Graves. It was like they instinctively knew whatever it was, was dangerous beyond measure. Those beasts would be right the demon that dwelled with in Tamsin had brought Havoc and destruction the last time it stepped foot on Korriban. It had no regard or reverence for the lords that were buried here nor the lords that claimed power over this world this day and age.

It walked on not unaware it was being followed by Diarch Reign just uncaring to the curious ones presence. After a long walk it came before small almost unnoticeable outcropping that from a distance just looked like a rock hill. Yet as one drew closer it was a small, unmarked tomb. A tomb of a long dead forgotten sith lord, one whose name if spoken would bear the mark of exile and traitor. The demon in the small girl's body approached calmly but cautiously towards the tomb of no significance knowing it was being watched.

 

[Diarch Reign]

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Location: Korriban
Tags: Tamsin Graves

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As the feast had wound to an end, Reign had found his attention pulled away from the matters of state and to a young woman that had fled. He had seen her interaction with the Necromancer, indicating that they had met some time before. While Nexion found himself aligned with the Diarch at most times, he did not report his doings to Reign. Intrigued, he had excused himself to follow the woman, hoping to gain an audience.

As the young woman walked into the cold deserts of Korriban, the Diarch had followed. Keeping a far enough distance so as not to spook the woman, but close enough to not lose sight of her, however, even if he had, the fear and panic she radiated within the force would have been easy enough to track.

Fear and Panic.. it was there, and then, it was gone. Reign hurried slightly, to see what had happened to the woman, however, what he saw was no longer the fleeing of a panicked wild animal, but the purposeful gait of a predator. The Woman's presence had shifted in the force as well. If he was intrigued before, his full attention was devoted now.

He followed, beyond the Valley of the Dark Lords and the Valley of Golg. Ranging farther than the Diarch had been since he had become a regular guest of the planet. Feeling the beasts of Korriban all around them, yet seeing none dare approach, Reign's guard was raised. Whatever had happened to the child, was causing the fuana of Korriban to give it a wide berth. That did not bode well for the man on her trail.

He watched as the woman approached a small rocky hill, wondering what the end game was here. From this distance he could see nothing of import about the area, until he saw the woman walk inside. Knowing whatever confrontation was to happen, would be happening now, The Diarch increased his speed and followed.

Calling out as he entered "Hello! I just want to talk"

 

[Tamsin Graves]

Theme: Lunatics and Slaves
Location: Korriban
Equipment: GL-13 blaster | Combat Knife | Multi-Tool | Inquisitorial Saber
Tags: Diarch Reign
Time Line: This takes Place after Feast of the Furious but Before Serpent of Echnos

The demon moved into the tomb, it was ancient dust and cobwebs lined the walls. All inscriptions of whom this tomb once belonged to had been scratched off the walls or destroyed with malicious intent. Broken stone tablets smashed upon its stone floors long go not just crumbled bits of rock lining the path. What lettering remained was in the ancient sith language fragmented by the destruction that had long ago befell this tomb.

It had been over thirty years since the demon last stepped foot in this place, it was when the last sith empire had fragmented and broke into civil war. It had come here then to place something in the sarcophagus deeper with in and to retrieve something as well at that time. Now though it was here to get what it had put in the Sarcophagus that day some thirty years ago.

As it walked through the broken stone halls towards the location of the sarcophagus, it could feel the one watching it. As he stepped through the threshold of the tomb the demon could smell him just before he called to them. It thought it should pay it no mind, keep going it was of no consequence. Yet as a precaution it took it's nail of it left hand and etched a small ruin into he palm of the girls right hand. It started to bleed and drip onto the old crumbling stone floor.

The demon stopped then and let the man approach not turning to face him at first. It should not indulge these mortals it thought to itself. It hated them, their lives all meaningless slaves to the will that they defied. Yet it had been a long time since the demon had been out to interact with the world in anyway and it was bored.

"You want to talk? Are you here to spread the good word? Or is it more you want to ask questions?" The demon spoke a little bit of disgust in their tone even though they sounded like a meek like girl when they talked. Then again, that had always been the one thing about the demon, its tone of voice always made people underestimate them. Their head turned looking back at Diarch Reign it's orange eyes raging like raging fires at the center of Tamsin's face they stared at him right through him.