Power Through Gesture (OS Knights and Above)

[Sage Bane]

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Location: Training courtyard, Temple of Pain, Fresia​

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The Temple of Pain on Fresia was steadily gaining notoriety as both a bastion of avant garde learning and a pestilence on the galaxy, depending on which side of the Force you wielded, of course. Although anyone seeking entry to the temple needed to be scanned and identified by security droids, once inside, knowledge of the dark arts flowed freely within the temple’s hallowed halls. The Temple of Pain had been built with the utmost attention to detail, and contained all the necessary appliances for Acolytes and Masters alike to absorb and practice the more esoteric Sith arts like alchemy and magic. There were Sithspawning laboratories, tombs where the dead could be raised, a Dark Forge, and the Eternal Library for the more studious types.

Today, Knights and Masters would gather outside the rear entrance of the temple, in the courtyard amid cobblestones stained with fresh blood from various alchemical rituals. Under the watchful eyes of beastly stone gargoyles, their jaws hungrily torn asunder, the best and brightest of the One Sith would amass to learn the secrets of Sith sorcery from Sage Bane, Sith Sorcerer, Illusionist and Hand of the Dark Lord. The courtyard was empty of beings, save for a half-dozen terrified slaves clad in only torn zeyd-cloth rags and chained at the neck, tethered to the stone paving below their blackened feet. Until the students arrived, only the laughing gargoyles would hear their sorrowful wails.

@All OS Knights/Masters | [member="Vengeance"] | [member="Lord Sebastian"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Darth Azurea"] | [member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="Darth Noxia"]​

OOC info:

Spoiler

This is the second installment of group training at the Temple of Pain. This one is Sith Sorcery training for Knight level and above. I will be doing another group training for Acolytes again at a later date, so stay tuned, apprentices

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w4m-TpUhOHg​

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No sooner than she was knighted by her Master, Darth Pyrrhus, and had tossed aside all of the ragged vestiges of Setzi Lunelle for the more be-fitting moniker, Darth Azurea, the brunette darksider found herself back at the Temple of Pain for more training. After passing the requisite droid security scan, the Sith Knight made her way to the rear entrance. Despite the severely straight hair and dark eyeliner, with her freckled face and demure dress, Darth Azurea almost resembled the girl next-door. Almost.

Spoiler

But behind those ruby lips and seemingly-innocent, kohl-rimmed eyes, lurked a staunch practitioner of Sith Magic. In fact, not too long ago in the laboratory on Fresia, Darth Azurea had created a demonic, disfigured Sith Spawn to honor the memory of her dead sister. She was learning the grace and power of Makashi from Pyrrhus, and she was helping a High Sith Lord, Darth Phokkus with his special projects on Korriban.

As she clicked up the cobblestone walkway in kitten heels, she slipped momentarily on blood or other viscous fluid. Through heavy lidded eyes, she coldly assessed the line of slaves who were assembled - as part of the lesson no doubt. Slavery was something that occasionally still bothered Darth Azurea, but today she had no time or tolerance for her own thin skin. She would be among the best and brightest Sith Knights. It’s time to start acting the part, Azurea, she thought.

No sign of Lord Bane yet.

[member="Vengeance"] [member="Lord Sebastian"] [member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Darth Noxia"] [member="Sage Bane"]

 

[Kenrath]

Vengeance walked along the path towards the courtyard. He had been unconcerned with the droids need to scan him before he entered. Such things were trivial and not worth being bothered about. He had thankfully resumed his normal attire of black robes his hood largely concealing his features. As he made his may through the temple towards the meeting place Vengeance scanned around looking and watching. Sorcery had been an increasingly common topic around the academy. One that had peaked his interest to a small degree. So here he was looking into yet another bit of instruction from Lord [member="Sage Bane"]. The first since the class on amulets.

When he got to the place he smiled looking at the row of slaves. He turned his head seeing [member="Darth Azurea"] and smiled walking over to her.

"Hello again." "Have you taken one of Lord Bane's classes before?" "The last one was very insightful."

He turned back to the line of slaves with a smile being laughed at by Gargoyles. Gargoyles what a curious thing they were.


[member="Lord Sebastian"] [member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Darth Noxia"]

 

[Darth Vaildra]

Lord Sebastian made his way up the steps slowly, his cane aiding his movements, a ruse really, but he did enjoy the added use of a cane. He stopped in front of the droid that scanned him and told him he was cleared. He moved further along until he reached the enterence. Lightning crackled upon his entry; a pleasant coincidence. His attire was simple, yet not. He wore the traditional black, but closer inspection would prove his attire to be of the highest quality in fabrics.

He saw two others [member="Darth Azurea"] and [member="Vengeance"], two fresh Sith Knights. He admitted he knew little about them, but it did make him wonder how people advance so quickly in the One Sith. Clearly the One Sith had exceptional Acolytes or less than par teachers, neither of which concerned him at the moment. The only concern he had was what [member="Sage"] Bame was teaching, an exceptional Lord so he heard. Last he saw him he was Knoght and on the battlefield, it would be interesting to see how things played out.

His eyes saw the slaves, something he neither felt good or bad about, merely a necessary evil sometimes. His eyes moved to the sky as he spotted the gaurdians. Interesting stone beasts that looked rather life like, almost too much so. He wondered if that were alchimized, a helpful thing if they were.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Sorcery.

Once upon a time, Ferus knew such spells and incantations needed to use such a signature ability of the Sith. But this was not his knowledge, it was simply borrowed from a past life. A life that was no more. The Shadow of the Dark Lord stepped through the gateway to this.. Class room, both hands firmly clasped behind his back. There was no over the top robe on his form, or the signature armor he was known for within the Assassins.

Instead, he was wearing what many would consider a commoner outfit.

Spoiler

There was no sign of [member="Sage Bane"] just yet, but he had a feeling the young master would make his appearance soon enough. There was a quick bow of his head to both [member="Darth Azurea"] and [member="Vengeance"] , two Sith Knights he had a respect for. The man was otherwise silent, his gaze quickly moving over each and all of the slaves. He assumed they would simply be target practice.

Darth Ferus was alright with this.

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

The first student who appeared in the courtyard was a familiar face to Darth Azurea. She had met him somewhere, but couldn’t quite remember if it was during another class or perhaps out on assignment. It appeared that he recognized her as well.

“I took an alchemy class with Lord Bane,” she answered. “One on one.” That specific training had been focused on creating her Sithspawn, called the Xilsaga or what she liked to refer to as “Sorrow’s Daughter.” The Xilsaga, a banshee-like creature was currently chained up in the Academy on Glee Anselm, awaiting the day that Azurea would bring her into battle. And what a glorious dark day that would be! To see the product of her blood, sweat and tears – all three literally she had shed that day – afflicting simpering Jedi Padawans with her powerful Force Fear. The female half-human was a horrifying sight to behold, and she was all Darth Azurea’s, her replacement sister in a way.

But Vengeance would hear none of these twisted thoughts. She only said, “I’m glad you found the last one insightful. And...” Her eyes narrowed as she peered at him. “What’s your name again? I’m afraid I don’t quite recall it.”

As she awaited a response, she noticed two other students entering the courtyard. An older gentleman with long white hair and a cane, and then Darth Ferus, who she had remembered from a council meeting with the Imperial Warmaster on Coruscant. With a tilt of her chin, she acknowledged the newcomers, while the slaves continued to make miserable noises just beyond where they stood.

[member="Vengeance"] [member="Lord Sebastian"] [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Sage Bane"]

 

[Sage Bane]

A powerful miasma of the Dark Side choked the air before he entered the courtyard. At the same time, a familiar tenor cried out a litany of High Sith incantations, ancient and profane. One of the slaves gasped as a hole opened up in the middle of his chest, where his beating heart lay. Thick red rivers of blood gushed from the yawning wound. The slave clutched at his chest, coughed up black blood and then fell over like an empty fruit sack. The rest of the slaves wilted in fear, whimpering miserably as they inched backwards.

Once the slave's heart stopped beating, Sage Bane sauntered into the courtyard, his eyes ablaze like red fires in his skull. A palpable hatred lingered in his aura, waves of destructive energy that swam around the Sith Lord, lifting up the edges of his cloak as if a light breeze had trickled through the courtyard. Sage turned his gaze to his students, panning his head to regard each one. There was Setzi Lunelle, now Darth Azurea, who helped him perfect his experiments on the subject that became the Xilsaga. There was Darth Ferus, the Shadow of the Dark Lord, and lastly two Sith Knights, Lord Sabastian and Vengeance, all excellent candidates for the practice of Sith sorcery.

"That, students, was an example of Sutta Chwituskak, otherwise known as Bolt of Hatred, a powerful conjuring spell that uses the magician's own hatred to create an invisible physical spear of energy. The bolt can be hurled at a victim, and just like a spear, can pierce the victim's flesh. That is the spell I will start with today."

He gave each one of the Sith a grave look. Today his students would have to reach inward and confront their own personal hatred in order to conjure the bolt. Some students found the experience so uncomfortable that they lost control of their emotions and became destructive instruments of the Force, wildly attacking each other and even their instructor in a blind rage. Sage hoped that would not happen here today, and felt confident that these students were strong enough to face and fight their inner demons without their demons winning.

"To start, you must focus solely on your hatred. Ask yourself, what is it that you hate more than anything in the galaxy? Think about it, nurture it, and let it bloom."

[member="Darth Azurea"] [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Vengeance"] [member="Lord Sebastian"]

 

[Kenrath]

Vengeance smiled to [member="Darth Ferus"] giving the Sith Lord a polite bow of his head.

"My Lord."

He turned to [member="Darth Azurea"] chuckling.

"Vengeance I believe we first meet at the meeting Lady Hauntruss called." "You mentioned something about starting an Elite Squadron if I am not mistaken." "Then there was the wedding on Mindabaal." "You were there with Tanek." "Though for that event I introduced myself as Marcus."

He turned as he heard the strange words. One of the slaves gasped before his chest opened up. Vengeance looked on with a mix of surprise and interest before Lord [member="Sage Bane"] appeared. He listened to Sage's explanation of what they just witnessed. Seeing the potential destruction Vengeance was more than glad he decided to come to the class. Hatred was one thing he could definitely do. He had a few things that produced hatred but his focus was that same figure from the cave in Dagobah. The apparent source of his current path in life. He could build hatred and he had half a chance had being able to focus it. All he needed was whatever those words were he had heard.

However Vengeance was smart enough to consider the certainty the lesson had more to it than just speaking words.



[member="Lord Sebastian"]

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Although not having made an appearance, Darth Ophidia had been present for some time. She found she needed practice in the Cloak of Shadows, and as such she had opted to employ it as much as she could. She snuck in behind [member="Darth Ferus"] as he entered, stepping in his footsteps and in time with his pace. Whether or not he had been aware, she did not know. If she could successfully hide in the shadow of the Dark Lord's Shadow, then she would be satisfied with her ability for now.

As their instructor [member="Sage Bane"] burst a hole through one of the slaves as an entrance, she allowed herself to be visible. Her presence did not explode forward, but faded into existence as she allowed light to reflect from her body and her presence to be felt. It was time to set aside that which she knew, and give full attention to the lesson at hand. She had to admit, the Hand of the Dark Lord knew how to make a spectacular entrance. Ophidia smiled as she considered the sheer possibilities of such an attack when it came to the silent killing.

To find what she hated the most. Failiure, weakness. Yes, to feel weak. What she hated the most was the meek people of the Galaxy, and the person she had been. She could rant and rage about the faults of the Jedi, but at least they had strength. Those who relied on their kindness was the worst. They were worms that did not deserve to exist. Brieftly she considered those who had done her wrong, but they had all done so because they had power over her. No, it was the weakness she had shown to allow them such dominance that infuriated her. Success or death were her words, her mantra. She hated when she could not live up to her own ideal. She hated Weakness.

[member="Vengeance"] [member="Darth Azurea"] [member="Lord Sebastian"]

 

[Darth Vaildra]

Lord Sebastian nodded back slightly out of respect to [member="Darth Azurea"], but that was the extent. He was standing next to the slaves which proved to be a wrong place to stand. His eyes were attracted to the yelling o a slave just before the chest erupted into blood. He loved blood, it was like paint to him, but a gentleman wore clean attire so getting it on his clothing was not an option. The quickest thing he could make was fire so he rose a wall of fire, small, but enough to keep his clothing clean. Sadly this made the area that already smelled awful even worse.

He looked over to [member="Sage Bane"] and listened, but something came to mind that led him to question things, "My Lord, what makes...SutDa Chwituskak, I hope I am saying that right, different than Darkshear? I assume it has to do with what is is made from, or is there more?" Sebastian was already a big fan of Darkshear, there was just something about it he loved, but alas he still had much room for improvement.

As to his hate, that was simple, the Raaf Family. He despised them with the utmost amount of hate, enough to send him off his path of light and fall to the dark side in hopes to destroy that family. He hated other things and people, but these were nothing in comparison to what he felt for Corvus Raaf, the person he vowed to destroy.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

As [member="Sage Bane"] was busy slaughtering innocent slaves, Lord Ajihad would slip into the courtyard. He arrived slightly late, due to some... comications with one of the guard. He had insisted Ajihad had to leave his lightsabers at the desk, as he was apparently a "potential security threat." That guard's corpse would later be found in a janitor's closet, lightsaber would through the heart.

The Demon's Fist quietly slipped into the lesson, unobtrusively suiting cross-legged in the middle of the yard. He was excited to see what there was to learn from the renowned alchemist and sorcerer Sage Bane.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YdS3mpRX6Qo​

What was this?!

Class, party, gathering of those thirsty for knowledge in the dark arts? Such classes were commonly found at the Temple of Pain but considered rare to be taught by [member="Sage Bane"]. The Hand of the Emperor himself was someone Nulgath knew well by reputation and sight ,but the two had never actually talked with one another in person. It was always a nod or glance. Both individuals were always busy, Nulgath practically lived at the Temple of Pain learning everything he could as the latter was busy with the Sith politics of being a Hand of the Emperor.

Walking towards the class in session Nulgath adjusted his armored robes some and titled his head some to shift his long red hair to a side. His green eyes glanced briefly at each person in the crowd, Few he knew of and some he knew too well. First there was the flower [member="Darth Azurea"], a sith newly knighted and eager to show her thorns. Next their was [member="Lord Sebastian"], a Lord who Nulgath fondly remembered making upset along with the Shadow of the Emperor himself [member="Darth Ferus"]. Both persons were a spectacle of to behold due to their perception of Unity. Though it made Nulgath ponder slightly the reason why the two came if they boasted in the recent past to know so much about the ways of the Sith Hmm.

The conclusion of his thoughts needed no words, But one fact remained true. Neither man would be overly excited to see Darth Mudrac at this Teaching/Event.

Then their was [member="Vengeance"], the silent one, Who was as it just now seemed to be finding his voice. The young man was indeed Sith but he still had alot to learn about tradition... They all did in Mudrac's Sight. Lastly there was [member="Lord Ajihad"], a Knight Nulgath knew nothing about except the premise that the Knight appeared to be a Assassin of sorts and [member="Darth Ophidia"] who was a Sith assassin that was infamously shrouded in mystery and secrets... as all assassins should.

Each and everyone one of them had come to hear knowledge instead of absorb it through study. It was a beautiful Damnation that the Temple of Pain was not used to its fullest degree by its fellow Sith. With a Grin Darth Mudrac joined the crowd of people with his own hate in mind. His hate surrounded him, It stood be side him in ignorance, His hate gave him ground to walk on and substance to learn from. Hate kept his wisdom and knowledge on point to an nth degree. His awareness could be argued to be more along the lines of Paranoia, which was a sort of wisdom when used correctly.

But how could this be Paranoia, If this was all real and true?

 

[Komo]

Darth Noxia arrived to the scene of a downtrodden, shackled slave gasping as a gaping hole appeared in his chest, blood pouring out of the open cavity in great gushes, coughing uncontrollably before collapsing into a heap. What an entrance that was! Apparently, that had been a live demonstration of the spell they would be learning today. Noxia had decided to attend Lord Bane's sorcery class in a bid to increase her arsenal of weapons and techniques, allowing her to diversify her attacks against her enemies.

She had found the previous alchemy class conducted by the Hand to be extremely beneficial and it was something that she could definitely use to her benefit in the future. Although she was later than the rest of the students, that did not mean that she was any less interested in learning! Noxia was simply practicing something she had heard about wizards. A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to. It just made sense.

After all, Noxia was learning magic from the space wizard himself. She would move over towards the side of [member="Darth Azurea"], one of the few there she was remotely close to besides [member="Darth Ophidia"]. Noxia was dressed in her usual black armourweave bodysuit, the attire she could normally be seen in when out of armour.

Paying close attention to the explanation of the vicious spell that had torn a hole in the slave's chest, she learnt that it was called Sutta Chwituskak or Bolt of Hatred. To be able to manifest the spell, the user had to rely entirely on their hatred.

What did she hate? Plenty.

It was really simple with her really. Noxia hated weakness. She despised beggars and thought them to be nothing more than parasites. They were an eyesore and ultimately like all parasites, needed to removed before they bleed society dry. She also hated feeling weak, and is always trying to increase her abilities and powers, so that she would not have to experience the dread experience of being weak once more. But that was merely the tip of the iceberg.

[member="Sage Bane"] | [member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="Darth Mudrac"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Hatred?

For many, many years the Sith had used his anger, his hatred, as a weapon. To strengthen him, make him faster, hit harder. As a spear though? One invisible to the naked eye and powerful enough to tear through bodies like a real version of such a weapon. it was something he could enjoy, something he could use in the future. However, asides from the need of hate, he had to wait.

The lesson hadn't really begun yet.

[member="Darth Noxia"] [member="Darth Mudrac"] [member="Lord Ajihad"] [member="Darth Ophidia"] @Vengeance @Sage Bane [member="Darth Azurea"]

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

The class was filling up now. If Darth Azurea knew that Lord Bane had been this popular, she may not have acted so childish and surly during their original Alchemy class, but the brunette Sith Knight was an acolyte at the time, and was also not quite herself during their experiments. She was also still paying off some of the damage she had done to the lab, but that was a whole other matter.

“Vengeance,” she repeated. “Yes, I remember you now.”

Suddenly, their conversation was cut short by a squelching noise and a gasp. Setzi grimaced as the slave slumped over dead, black blood spattering the cobble stones.

[member="Sage Bane"] just demonstrated Sutta Chwituskak or the Bolt of Hatred.

And it seemed that now, they would fully focus on nurturing their hatred. [member="Darth Noxia"], one of Tanek’s colleagues came over, and Azurea gave her a cordial nod. With a pained expression, she began to concentrate on what she hated. The Jedi Order came to mind for so many reasons – their monastic, holier-than-thou attitude that caused children to go out and be killed by monsters – all for their optimistic, unattainable ideals. But she could appease that hatred through training and battle.

But there was something else that caused her an extreme amount of rage, especially as it was rampant in the Sith. It wasn’t weakness, like Noxia chose, although the fellow Sith Knight would understand that, but that feeling that someone is judging you as inferior for being a woman, for being a former Jedi, for your choices that didn’t always align perfectly with the darkside.

Being underestimated.

Yes, that was something she truly hated.

[member="Darth Mudrac"] [member="Lord Ajihad"] [member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Vengeance"] [member="Lord Sebastian"] [member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Judah Lesan]

Xander had been in the back of the room, hidden in the shadow debating whether he wanted to participate or not. Sorcery was not his thing, not had it ever been, but his curiosity with all things Dathomir demanded he dabble in the magicks sooner or later. Watching the demonstration of the spear like blast of hatred, Xander acquiesced and stepped into the light. His head canted in greeting to those he knew as his eyes passed to each of them.

Taking a place where he felt comfortable, Xander attempted the skill. He knew a spear was similar in construct to an arrow, so the hunter focused on what he knew. Pulling an arrow from the quiver over his shoulder, Xander ran his fingers on the feathers which made up the end of the arrow. He was dressed as he typically did when he was among the Sith. His leather breastplate was all which covered his muscular torso, and loose fitting black pants covered his torso, and were tucked into the boots he wore.

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Darth Vizios concentrated on his past. His father in particular, had always been such a strong source of hatred for the monarch. Eyes washed red as he focused the hatred into a single form, and let it release as [member="Sage Bane"] had done. This was a time to train, so Xander did not engage anyone in dialogue. He would not be rude should another decide to do so however.

[member="Darth Azurea"] | [member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="Darth Noxia"] | [member="Darth Mudrac"] | [member="Lord Ajihad"] | [member="Lord Sebastian"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Vengeance"] | [member="Sage Bane"]

 

[Sage Bane]

The amount of hatred created by the students filled the air like a violent typhoon, almost as if their collective emotions would shake the Temple to its foundations. It was a delicious banquet of hatred on which the Dark Side could feast. Sage lifted his voice above the thrum of power that reverberated through the training courtyard.

"Now Lords and Ladies, say these incantations with me as you focus your hatred into your hands. At the same time you will mirror my exact gestures. Then once the chant and the gestures are complete, roll the energy into spear form and STRIKE your foe."

The High Sith tumbled from his lips with a cadence that was almost musical. The accompanying hand gestures were complex, and it took a great deal of coordination to get the timing right. He repeated the process several times, so that the students could commit it to memory.

"One wrong move in the casting can result in maiming or even death," he warned. "So use all your concentration when you cast the Sutta Chwituskak. Do not attempt to hit an enemy unless you know that you will have uninterrupted focus. Now once you have successfully completed the ritual, fling your spears at the captives, and let your hatred create a fatal wound."

It was an indescrible feeling to kill with one's very own emotion. Power of this type was a distinct gift to the Sith, bestowed upon them by the ancients, like Naga Sadow. These were powers that were locked to the Jedi and therefore gave the Sith a distinct advantage over the Light Siders. As he watched the students take their first leap into Sith Sorcery, the Lord of Thorns was filled with an unwavering pride for all of them.

[member="Darth Vizios"] [member="Darth Azurea"] [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Darth Noxia"] [member="Darth Mudrac"] [member="Vengeance"] [member="Lord Ajihad"] [member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Lord Sebastian"]

 

[Lord Ajihad]

Hatred was't really an issue for Ajihad. Being a practitioner of Vaapad, he had come to learn how to summon and dismiss his emotions at will. Otherwise, his effectiveness with the seventh form would be practically nonexistent.

He reached deep into his soul, generating pure hate. Hate for Jedi. Hate for Sith. Hate for all living things. Though his anger was great, he'd wouldn't let it control him. He slowly funneled it outwards, so as not to let it explode outward and harm his fellow students.

He then watched [member="Sage Bane"] carefully, taking note of what he said and how he moved his hands. He watched until he was done demonstrating, then relayed the actions in his head a few more times. After feeling confident in his memorization of the process, Ajihad began to do it himself. He would do it slowly, taking heed of the Lord of Thorns's warning. After going through the hands motions without issue, he did it again with words. He added his hate to the mixture, and pictured the image of a spear in his head. He was surprised as he felt a solid object in his hand. Gripping it, he admired his handiwork. Eying a skave, he flung the weapon it him, impaling him through the head. Blood and brain matter exploded outwards, landing in the yard (and maybe on a few people). However, he was to excited to notice the mess. It was his first spell!

However, he did share [member="Lord Sebastian"] 's question. "I also wonder, sir, what is the difference between this and the Spear of Midnight Black?"

 

[Sage Bane]

Sage was lifted from his reverie by the questions asked by [member="Lord Sebastian"] and [member="Lord Ajihad"]. As he continued to supervise the students' hand motions, he addressed the two men.

"The main difference between the two powers is how the two are wielded. The Darkshear uses pure Force energy instead of ritual casting with emotions, and the power is used by Sith and Jedi alike. The Bolt of Hatred is conjured using Sith magic that is firmly rooted in the Dark Side of the Force, but in that case, the Force itself is used as a catalyst rather than the material for the spear."

Sage paused to reflect on the question. It was a good one, and one which he would commit further research to later while holed up in the Eternal Library.

"I'm afraid that I am not an expert on the Darkshear. If either of you can wield both skills and want to experiment with them, I would be pleased to know the results. Does one use less Force energy than the other? Or are the differences purely a matter of style? How much overlap is there? These are mysteries I have yet to unlock."

[member="Darth Vizios"] [member="Darth Azurea"] [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Darth Noxia"] [member="Darth Mudrac"] [member="Vengeance"]

 

[Lord Ajihad]

Lord Ajihad nodded, satisfied with the answer provided by [member="Sage Bane"] . However, this question had not gotten his curiosity. Two abilities with the same effect, but a different process for creation? Such was as am oddity he would like to explore a bit more in to.

He turned to [member="Lord Sebastian"] , speaking, "Say, friend, you wouldn't happen to know Darkshear, would you?"