Once more we meet.

[Ordo]

[member="Darth Vornskr"]

Ordo sat on his throne still chuckling as Anaya left. She would be back, eventually. He began meditating as he often did now to focus on his various lords and their activities. When he felt a familiar presence drawing nearer. He rested his hands on the arm rest of his seat and looked out of the darkness of the throne room eyes glowing like embers. He was far from the Man he had once been, and farther still from where he had once wanted to be.

He pushed a button on his armrest and let the doors open for the one that was coming. This would be interesting.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Earlier~

The man known as Darth Vornskr had been training diligently in the palace gardens, ever honing his form and style against a variety of robotic and stationary targets. He was bare save form the loose-fitting pair of linen pants around his legs, and the leather belt that bound his pants tightly to his waist. The soles of his feet made heavy thuds as he thundered across the pavilion, spun head over heels, and delivered a vicious blow with his right leg directly on-top of one of the training droids nearby. The impact between the two caused the droid's head to cave inward, and the chest to buckle and bop open with a shower of sparks. Vornskr didn't really understand why he still fought against these training drones anymore, but maybe it was to alleviate some of his pent-up anger directed towards anything with an A.I or anything droid-like in general due to his past torment of being controlled by a sentient A.I that forced him to fight against his comrades.

Or maybe because if he fought against a living person he might kill them and make a mess of the finely tiled courtyard.

Either, or.

Anyways, Vornskr kicked away the remnants of the annihilated droid and decided that he had enough of animated beings for today. He called for some servants to clean up the mess, and proceeded to re-dress in his iconic silver armor and dark green cloak. Once he was redressed, he quickly left the outside gardens and started to head towards his temporary quarters hidden deep within the palace, but he was stopped short as he caught the whiff of a familiar essence within the palace. Slightly concerned, Vornskr quickly turned right around and began to make a bee-line towards the throne room, his pace never going above a brisk walk as he passed by the regular attendants and officers that roamed the palace grounds. He ignored their hastily given, "Hail, milords" and all of that formal trash, as his mind was focused only on discovering what had bothered him so.

As he approached the throne room, the doors opened wide to allow him entry into the Dark Lord's sanctum. He was disappointed to see no one else was present in the throne room at the present moment, save the Dark Lord himself, and he had wondered what could have triggered him. Composing himself, he approached the Dark Lord's throne, and bowed deeply and respectfully.

"Pardon my intrusion, but something had triggered my senses, milord, and I was drawn to your throne with a sense of urgency."

[member="Ordo"]

 

[Ordo]

[member="Darth Vornskr"]

Ordo watched as the Sith Lord entered and spoke. His face twisted into a smile that looked out of place beneath his emotionless eyes. He stood and walked down the steps to the throne to meet Vornskr, whose name Ordo's writer finally spell correctly on the first try, and stopped at the bottom of the steps.

"It's no wonder your senses were triggered." Ordo said in a deep hollow voice, "An old aquaintence we share was just here to talk to me about an interesting development."

Ordo sat back against the steps and rested his elbow casually as he looked at the man's new mask.

"Anaya came to visit." he said with a soft grunt as if relaxing old joints, "I approve your new armor by the way."

 

[Darth Carnifex]

On the outside Vornskr showed no emotion, his face so impassive that it could be reckoned it was made out of stone rather than flesh. However; there was a silent anger that had begun to re-surface, an anger that had been buried and smothered for so long that it even surprised Vornskr with its white-hot intensity. Perhaps he had not completely gotten over that whole ordeal, but rather buried his pain and remorse deep down within himself to escape from it. Now that he had discovered she had been so close to him, but yet escaped his grasp nearly caused him to choke on his anger, but he said nothing about it to the Dark Lord. Rather, he cleared his throat and asked him a different question;

"What did she want? She would have never of come here if she didn't want something of you."

Vornskr shifted his weight as he stood, both of his arms crossed in front of his chest, and his eyes peered inquisitively at the sitting Dark Lord.

[member="Ordo"]

 

[Ordo]

[member="Darth Vornskr"]

"What does she ever want?" He said looking at the Sith Lord, "She came to play games and ask for the former lady protector."

Ordo paused and looked at Vornskr with a cruel smile. His eyes buring brighter as he meet the man's expresionless eye. He had a feeling what he was about to say would change the man's demeanor slightly.

"She ran out crying when she paid the price of her information." Ordo nodded, "what do you think I should have made her pay for that information?"

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"Bah."

That was Vornskr's response to Anaya's games, a dismissive exhale of air and a groan of annoyance.

However; the next part would ease him some, as Vornskr would be lying that it didn't grant him some form of pleasure to envision the sneaky and conniving Anaya Fen to run crying from the Dark Lord. Although, one could say that Vornskr shed tears when he first met the Dark Lord as he was many moons ago, although his tears were bloody and of great joy. The Dark Lord's next question made him think, "Anything to make her break out in tears is perfect a price, although..." He chuckled slightly, "Mutilation to her flesh doesn't hurt either."

[member="Ordo"]

 

[Ordo]

[member="Darth Vornskr"]

Ordo grinned as he looked to the man. It seemed ages ago when he had sought to remove the Sith Lord's head and lost. Strange that they should be chatting so now.

"We both know she would recover from that." He said, "as vain as she is she values something else far more. I gave her the Dark plague and blood trailed her. I took the one thing she loved most, her independence."

Ordo once again began laughing in a deep hollow voice.

"And when she meets her friends...she will betray them with her mere presence."

It was beautiful. She had gambled with darkness and lost.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"Very clever."

Kaine couldn't help but let loose a baritone rumble that could be considered a laugh in conjunction with Ordo, but even as he shared a laugh with the Dark Lord his mind was whirring at breakneck speeds as to how this new development could benefit him in anyway. He was determined to become a part of this entire debacle, and perhaps in the end he was sate the burning fires within his blackened soul, and be gifted the vengeance he so desperately desired.

"I wish to aid you in this endeavor, milord. I was the Minister of Intelligence under Darth Moridin in the Old Empire, and I would gladly lend my considerable skills to such a cause."

[member="Ordo"]