Darth Abyss
Eldritch
Abyss was quite surprised when one of his old contacts slipped him a bit of information he had almost forgotten about. Years ago, while still acolyte he had uncovered the trail of an illusive and forgotten sith lord who had called himself Darth Aenigma, raiding tombs and graves all over the galaxy to find the place where the siths knowledge was hidden. In an effort to hide his existence from anyone but the most clever and skilled individuals the sith secured the location of his final rest quite well. Not only did he had numerous tombs that didn't hold his body, each of them was outfitted with a myriad of traps and riddles one had to solve to find what was hidden inside. After his last raid, the trail had gone cold, and he found no new traces to follow like in the tombs before. He searched the place obsessively, sure that he had overlooked something but over time he accepted that it just had been another trick of Aenigma, and that he would very possibly never find anything about him again.
Now everything had changed, this new piece of information was what he hoped for in all those years that had passed since. Like before it was page of a book, written in a weird mix of different languages that created a code that only few could understand without Aenigmas mask, which luckily he possessed and wore for quite a while now. And like before, deciphering the code gave him a set of coordinates, one for a planet, and one for a location on said planet. It would be an interesting mission, that much was certain. The tombs had a weird connection to the force, and each time he uncovered one he randomly was paired up with another servant of the force that for some reason was drawn to the tomb, often even without any knowledge of what they found.
Nal Hutta, swamp
Aenigma had a strange taste for the planets and places he chose for his tombs. Luckily he was on good terms with the Hutts and their cartel, as a figure that often worked with the criminal elements of the galaxy, so he didn't had to be overly careful when operating on their homeworld. The position he figured out was once more a rather blank and plain area, but by now he knew that when hunting the lord of puzzles nothing was as it seemed.
At first he didn't noticed it, but after a while of examining the area around him something caught his eyes. A tree had something carved in, but it didn't seemed important. Until now the riddles to enter the tomb always had been carefully placed, in a way that would resist eternity and beyond. Yet with nothing else he focused on the tree, and after a close look he realized that the letters on it were the same mix of languages that Aenigma used. Only when his hand touched the tree he noticed that it was empty on the inside, and not made of wood.
"Only right words spoke in silence, while grant you entrance."
Abyss read the words out loud, while pondering about their meaning. The grammar was a bit strange, and he didn't remembered the sith as someone who would make such a simple mistake without noticing. Mediating besides the tree, in his ragged black robe and his face hidden under his mask he waited, both on an epiphany on the riddles solution and on whoever would join him today for his quest. He had no doubt that someone would come, he had played this game once to often to be naive enough to do so.
[member="Phoebus"]
Now everything had changed, this new piece of information was what he hoped for in all those years that had passed since. Like before it was page of a book, written in a weird mix of different languages that created a code that only few could understand without Aenigmas mask, which luckily he possessed and wore for quite a while now. And like before, deciphering the code gave him a set of coordinates, one for a planet, and one for a location on said planet. It would be an interesting mission, that much was certain. The tombs had a weird connection to the force, and each time he uncovered one he randomly was paired up with another servant of the force that for some reason was drawn to the tomb, often even without any knowledge of what they found.
Nal Hutta, swamp
Aenigma had a strange taste for the planets and places he chose for his tombs. Luckily he was on good terms with the Hutts and their cartel, as a figure that often worked with the criminal elements of the galaxy, so he didn't had to be overly careful when operating on their homeworld. The position he figured out was once more a rather blank and plain area, but by now he knew that when hunting the lord of puzzles nothing was as it seemed.
At first he didn't noticed it, but after a while of examining the area around him something caught his eyes. A tree had something carved in, but it didn't seemed important. Until now the riddles to enter the tomb always had been carefully placed, in a way that would resist eternity and beyond. Yet with nothing else he focused on the tree, and after a close look he realized that the letters on it were the same mix of languages that Aenigma used. Only when his hand touched the tree he noticed that it was empty on the inside, and not made of wood.
"Only right words spoke in silence, while grant you entrance."
Abyss read the words out loud, while pondering about their meaning. The grammar was a bit strange, and he didn't remembered the sith as someone who would make such a simple mistake without noticing. Mediating besides the tree, in his ragged black robe and his face hidden under his mask he waited, both on an epiphany on the riddles solution and on whoever would join him today for his quest. He had no doubt that someone would come, he had played this game once to often to be naive enough to do so.
[member="Phoebus"]