The Darkest Reaches of the Force (Rhuza Kingpriest)

[Lord Ajihad]

Lord Ajihad, the Fist of the Demon, waited outside of a training room on Coruscant. He was there to train under [member="Rhuza Kingpriest"] , a powerful and mystic Sith Lord. Ajihad didn't know much about him, except the fact that he held knowledge of some very powerful abilities.

Vi'kas loved to train, and relished any opportunity to learn he could get. So when he had found out this man knew some things he seeked to learn, the assassin knew what had to be done. He had managed to get the Lord to agree to train him, which was pretty great.

As the clock struck midnight, Ajihad walked into the chamber where Rhuza awaited. He didn't want to keep him waiting, after all.

 

[Helios]

Rhuza circled the room he was currently in, overlooking the scrolls, weapons, blasters, and other sorts of items neatly placed about the training chamber. Dressed in his usual dark- leather garbs, his hair remained a constant contrast to his attire, flowing over his shoulders in a tone that was so light-blonde it was almost white. His skin was the same pallor though there was no argument over color there. He could easily be described as a walking corpse, yet under the ghostly tone of his skin was an Eldorai whose weight was healthy and his cheeks unsunken. The markings were another story however. Dark, abysmal circles trailed around his eyes and scars were carved into his face in decorative patterns. Some were hidden at the corners of his forehead under his hair while others were more visible like the singular scar running from cheek to cheek across his nose. Why they were there had yet to be spoken of, however.

It'd been long since he'd trained another Sith in the arts of Sorcery and even longer since he'd even been on Coruscant. His ventures into wild space left him disappointed, and without answers. Forcing him to return home empty-handed. If there was anything there was Rhuza hated more it was not only others wasting his time, but himself wasting his own. Folding his hands across his chest, he turned and lifted his chin to see today's mentee, [member="Lord Ajihad"] cross the threshold of the chamber. And he was on time, maybe a few minutes early. Parting his pitch lips he addressed the knight, silently pleased with the darkness he sensed in the brewing Sith.

"Hail, Lord Ajihad." He started. "I am Darth Helios." The name may not have rung a bell for Vi'kas but that was not an accolade Rhuza sought. He paused, looking the fit human from head to toe, studying him before he spoke once more. "Tell me. What is it about Sorcery that peaks your interest?"

 

[Lord Ajihad]

As Lord Ajihad entered the room, he took notice of all the miscellaneous items neatly stacked throughout the room. He privately wondered if he would be using all of these during the training session. If so, this would take far longer than he had anticipated.

When [member="Rhuza Kingpriest"] mentioned the name "Darth Helios," this made Vi'kas raise an eyebrow. The was indeed familiar. As he walked around roaming the objects throughout the room, he said, "Darth Helios... the one and the same Sith Lord who assisted in the purge of Cularin? I believe I remember seeing you there."

The Knight took a moment to think if an answer for the Lord's second question. Truth be told, there were many reasons why he wanted to study Sith Magicks. Though, there was a dominant reason... "I wish to study sorcery for a rather simple reason. I wish to gain power. I wish to use the force like never before, and bend it to my will."