Sorceress of Secrets

[Sinistra]

There were some places that sang with the dark side, so much so that even those not gifted with the Force could feel it around them. No two people ever experienced the darkside the same; to some, the pull of it on your wrist akin to the grasp of a lover pulling you to the floor. To others, it was the drawing aching need of an addiction to be fed that goaded them onwards. For Sinistra, the darkside had long been her ally, the ever present ache of longing and cold, hard resolve. This was her resting state.

However, she was also a skilled sorceress and that felt completely different. While she always could touch the darkside, and feel it in return, calling her magicks was another beast entirely. Sith magicks used spells and incantations to draw on the darkside to manifest itself, not merely channel it to exert her will. In the throes of sorcery, Sinistra likened it to being plugged into a great socket of power that she alone would never be able to fully possess. It was infinite, ageless and crackled with raw energy.

It was wild and wildly addictive.

The ritual site she had mentioned to [member='Vengeance'] and [member='Lord Mythos'] was a suitable one but it lacked the thrumming power of one built over an ancient nexus or a ley line. This would be adequate to start the pair of them and should they prove to have the talent for it, then perhaps, they would seek the places of power for themselves.

She waited in front of a large table, covered in a heavy black cloth, with an array of books, talismans, amulets and items strewn across it. There were a pair of leather bound books, blank pages on the inside and pots of ink and quills resting while the torch lights around the circle in the floor bathed the place in a strange green light.

Her mask still in place, her hands knitted before her. It was sundown.

 

[Mythos]

It had been some time since Mythos took a lesson in the ancient art of magicks, last time it was during the dominion of Mayferria under Sage Bane and that to him felt like eons ago now, a forgotten memory and a twist in time that he was not sure really happened. Of course the skills he learned on that day quickly reminded him that they did, and he was stronger because of it. As he entered the designated area the teacher had called him to he gazed at the first thing that caught his eye, the stacks of ancient books and the large black table before him. Each step his boots made on the ground seemed to echo quieter and quieter as he approached his teacher unknowing what this session would hold.

He wore his usual battle-vest of black leather and weapons in every sheath, it made him feel secure not because they offered him protection but because he could always and at any time die with honor and with a weapon in hand. Yellow eyes scanned about to meet his new teacher, a powerful signature in the force and writhing with twisting crackling tethers of the Force around her that were undoubtedly tainted with magick.

The few times he had seen the force in such a way was with Pyrrhus in his makashi "Training session" and with Sage Bane, but also in Korriban when inside the tomb of Naga Sadow and confronting the spirit of the ancient Sith.

"Sister..." Mythos said, a humble tone contrasting his normally extravagant pride yet denoting his strength by the sheer power of his voice. It had taken him a while to control his voice, he sometimes could accidentally force shout, gifted with force scream Mythos still to this day could not control it and he was beginning to think he never would.

Mythos respectfully bowed his head before taking a seat before her, her knitted hands reminded him of his own master and how she would meditate when she called upon him. Without saying a word he picked the closest text to the table and opened it on the first page and began to read, the text to his luck was in ancient sith and thus easy for him to understand. Awaiting anyone else that might come into the class Mythos patiently waited to be summoned or called away from his lecture.
@Sinistra

 

[Sinistra]

"I think we can begin."

Sinistra's voice was crisp and clear through her mask, the enhancement making it so her enunciation was precise. She stepped to the center of the space, her palms opened, thumbs out as she intoned an ancient word that sounded like rocks being crushed together. It sounded like garbled gibberish coming from her vocoder, but a rippling red disc of power formed between her hands. It seemed to sing the intonation back to her but in a resonant way, the music amplified as it seemed to grow deeper in color. She let it stay between her gloved hands a moment before she released it with a flick of both hands towards a training droid sitting idly off to the side.

The red disc of energy hit the metallic skin of the droid, shredding it to pieces, and blowing the circuitry apart. Sparks showered out from it as it smoked, the blast enough to knock it several feet back from where it had been originally. Sinistra lowered her hands, looking over to [member="Lord Mythos"].

"This spot is a natural well for dark sided energy. Sorcery is calling a pure manifestation of the dark side through the use of spells and gestures. Sorcery requires complete concentration and dedication, if you do not get the spell correct, if your pronunciation is not precise, if your gestures are sloppy, then you will fail. However, if you can master this discipline, you can vanquish your foes without ever drawing your saber. In time you will learn to summon these gifts easier, but to start we will work on basic summoning. Come stand here, open your palms, angle them in just a bit like this, and say in a clear voice DZYOCAI."

 

[Mythos]

A smile made its way to his lips as the bolt of magick energy ripped the droid into pieces with a single red disc. His eyes sparked red at the excitement of learning yet a new power like the one he just witnessed.

A power that could defeat your enemies without using your saber? Now that was a tall tale if he had ever heard one before, yet what he just saw was absolutely on the mark of the assumption... still... he was biased at the thought that there was something his trusty black core lightsaber could not handle. "Impressive...but better than a lightsaber?" He smiled proudly at the masked visage of his teacher, then shrugged taking her flank.

"I will judge that for myself...."

He concentrated on swordsmanship more than anything.... but combat was combat and anything that could tear or destroy his enemies was a welcome ability to have in any case. The energy around the room was intoxicating, reminding him of his old ship that held within it a similar disturbance of the darkside and raw power.

Mythos nodded grimly at his teachers warnings, not a stranger to the consequences of failure Mythos knew his execution had to be absolutely and unquestionably perfect. He began to clear his thoughts in meditation before he attempted the task, channeling and powering the darkside of the force inside of him and falling fully inside its influence. When he bent the force to his will and felt he had a true grasp of power building up inside him he opened his eyes and the very gesture sent ripples through the force. "Let us see..." He spoke, but his lips never moved.

Mimicking gestures and movements was part of his apprenticeship, he learned techniques from Ferus by watching and sensing with just one demonstration as well as using a technique he had only heard of then using said technique against an immortal before it's very creator.. the stakes did not bother him. He nodded and proceeded to place himself in the position his teacher instructed, then placing his open palms as she had demonstrated just moments before..... the darkside fueled through him and he focused on the strange vibrating energy within dark side of the force. Without hesitation he shouted the words in the direction of the the shattered remains of the droid and prepared for the unknown.

"DZYOCAI"

@Sinistra

 

[Sinistra]

"Indeed. A well rounded Sith never forsakes his saber training for a dependence on sorcery, however master of sorcery can dispatch several enemies from afar before they are forced to resort to a more traditional combat form. It is useful to thin the crowds so to speak."

She watched his summoning carefully, and noticed that he paid great attention to the hand movements and the pronunciation. His efforts were rewarded with a successful spell cast, the energy crackling as it flew across the room and obliterated the remains of the droid that she had demonstrated the techniques with.

"Very good, Mythos. I believe that you do have a talent for this. You picked up the tome when you arrived, and browsed through it. Do you already know the runes and language of the ancient Sith?"

She was hoping that he would have some knowledge of it, as it would be much easier to educate him in the ways of sorcery if she didn't have to start at square one.

[member="Lord Mythos"]

 

[Mythos]

Mythos looked upon his blazing hands, amazed at the power of true sorcery when the secrets were unlocked. "I stand corrected sister...." He spoke in ancient sith, to answer her question and express his amazement at the same time. He continued to speak in the old tongue as very rarely did he have the chance to practice it other than with the most educated of his lovers. "When i was an acolyte the hand of his majesty placed the knowledge of the ancients upon my mind, ever since i have known magick but never unlocked its secrets"

Mythos held up his palm to his face observing the cool red steam that emerged from his hand trying to understand the nature of magick itself, the tales did not do justice to its unquestionable complexity. Mythos felt a rush of pleasure and enjoyment through his body that oozed of dark side energy. At that moment he remembered a few lines what he had read of the tome that spoke of a "Unavoidable addiction" that the art of magick naturally caused. Slowly he nodded, shaking the shiver in his spine to think further of it.

"The tome spoke of addiction to the raw power, I am able to lift the very ceiling we stand under yet this... " He chuckled softly, clenching his fist at the thought of the new found strength and narrowing his eyes at the remains of the droid. "This is something completely different"
He turned to face his teacher, eyes blazing in red light birthed from the dark side of the force before he spoke... but lips did not move.
"What other secrets can i unlock with your knowledge?"

@Sinistra

 

[Sinistra]

She nodded to his explanation, a tad of an annoyance at the method he was bestowed with the knowledge well hidden behind the expressionless mask she wore. Barbaric and unsophisticated at the very least.

"Yes, as you can see, there is a vast difference between knowing the information and knowing how to use it. Summoning requires practice and patience in order to attain mastery. Giving someone a book on Sith philosophy does not make them a Sith and shoving the whole of sorcery knowledge into someone's head doesn't make them a sorcerer."

She moved to summon again with an almost musical intonation of a word long thought lost, her actions fluid and seamless as she conjured a red swath of power that shadowed her hands. She was dedicated to the moment before she channeled the energy ball around and threw it at a pillar which proceeded to explode in a shower of stone and dust across the floor. Her movements changed, and mellowed, her intense focus turning to calm as her flat palmed hands turned to delicate curves, a blue wall of energy pushing across the floor to clear all the rubble away.

"There are many applications, many spells that are defined and an infinite space in which to develop more in order to gain that which had been lost. Learning the combat spells, they can be tricky as they almost make up a stylized fighting stance on their own."

[member="Mythos"]

 

[Mythos]

A fighting stance? Now that caught Mythos' attention on the spot. Even after the entire pillar was brought down Mythos stood with his arms crossed before his chest like an immovable statue of stoic pride. The rubble of the pillar smacked his chest and face yet he did not move, the annoying pebbles made him wince but he would not show an inch of weakness. He was in agreement with his teacher in everything, while he had been granted the knowledge of magick he was not versed in anything related to the lost art. The powerful move she unleashed was a bit too much for even the Sith Lord, he doubted he could execute it at all, yet he would not try to unless commanded... her warning of failure was more than a determent to such an idea. "We are in agreement... i know magick, but without guidance and teachings the secrets of the arcane are barred from me..."

The way his teacher moved was almost an illusion to his eyes, the force that gathered around her was in itself different from the dark side of the force that he had grown accustom to. It was raw and uncontrollable and he did not understand how that type of energy could be manipulated... then it hit him. "The words... that is the key is it not?" Mythos said while a smile crept through his face.He beleived he discovered something grand, while using the force only required will and an understanding of the force Magick utilized words just like his doppelganger spell. Words... ancient Sith tongue... how quaint.
@Sinistra