The Gathering Darkness (Invite only)

[Varro Shatterstar]

*"And they fell because their apprentices grew stronger than they were and they were killed for their weakness. Perhaps we should quit trying to have one Dark Lord and realize that a body of Sith possessing equal power is the only way to govern. Sith do not do well with a boot on the back of their heads. They rise up and they kill those who think themselves superior."*, Venge said, glancing over at his father with those vacant blue eyes, not carrying emotion in them for a father he didn't appreciate to begin with. His mouth did not move, however, and the force carried his words to his father's mind without hesitation, a proper response from one as spiteful as he was.

Looking from Malice and glancing around the table as the others spoke, Venge listened to every word, though his interest grew increasingly vacant. He reached up and rested his right elbow on the arm rest of his chair letting his head fall into his hand as he reached out with the other to grab his glass of wine. He pulled to from the table and turned it up against his lip taking a considerable sip before swishing it and swallowing it down.

"Enough.", he finally said, reaching out and setting the glass on the table. "I've heard enough.", he continued, finally raising his head out of his hand. "We've come to a point where we need to make a decision. Some of us believe that a "Dark Lord" is not necessary and that a council of Sith could govern more effectively instead. Others believe that it is, but that it should be awarded to the most powerful and proven of us.", he said, glancing at every set of eyes around the room before he made it back to the first set, Malice's blue eyes, so much like his own.

"All in favor of a single body of governing Sith to rule in the place of a Dark Lord", he said, raising his own hand in agreement to the thought. He held his hand up, glancing around the table to take count and then said, "All in favor of a tournament to decide who is the most capable and powerful leader among us? To be clear, if you are a part of this Council, you will participate in the tournament. There is no conceding to your opponent until you are truly beaten.", he then said, glancing around the table to see how many hands would be raised for the later option.

(OOC: Cast your votes.)

@[member="The Shadow"] @[member="Darth Iscariot"] @[member="Morna Imura"] @[member="Rasho the Hutt"] @[member="Malice Draclau"] @[member="Christian Slade"] @[member="Anesia Jy'Vun"] @[member="Darth Kentarch"]

 

[Malice Draclau]

Though Malice would prefer to see a true Dark Lord rule and lead this group of Sith, there was too much talent and power gathered here to see wasted in some tournament of who was stronger. It was obvious for the time being that if they were to truly survive and rise above the other splintered factions of Sith, some common ground would have to be made. Looking to his son Inwardly Malice laughed. He had grown so much since he fled their homeworld over a century ago. Malice fumed with anger on that day, not just because his second son left against his wishes but Venge decided to kill his priests and acolytes before doing so. Malice had spent the last 100 years training new acolytes and priests, something he didn't take to kindly to. Yet Venge was his blood and the appointed heir to the throne. He would let his son experience the galaxy as he had, before ushering him back to Lao-mon to take his place as King one day.

Slowly Malice raised his hand. Silent at first he looked to Venge then to the others. *I shall agree upon a ruling council......for now*

It would be hard to shake the old ways from the Elder Sith. Like Iscariot Malice came from a different age compared to the gathered Sith. They came from a time where Dark Lords ruled and Sith followed. Seems times had changed....yet there was still hope for a resurgence of the past. It just seemed now was not the time for such.

 

[Darth Sicarius]

Darth Sicarius made his way from the shadows of the room. He had been here, listening, but not hiding. His presence should of been felt by all with ease. Behind his mask the noises that made up his voice cracked out, clicking and cracking through the room. He still could not speak with his jaw, but his mind was clearer, able to project words, sentences. Beneath the haze of emotions he was constatnly giving off his voice would ring out to those willing to open their minds and listen.

A tournament.. I agree.

He was never one for long words, long phrases, but this would do. Only the strongest could lead, and it would only be the strongest he would follow.

@The Shadow @Darth Iscariot @Morna Imura @Rasho the Hutt @Malice Draclau @Christian Slade @Anesia Jy'Vun @Darth Kentarch @[member="Malice Draclau"]

 

[Darren Onyx]

Shadow could feel the tension rise as the vote was called. The ultimate fate of the Sith would be decided by the many, instead of the one. This was proof, to him at least, that maybe this new Sith Empire could survive. Still, it was a long shot and it wasn't something that could happen over night.

"The only way to ensure our 'leader' deserves the title of 'Dark Lord' is to have a tournament," Shadow stated before returning to his seat. He sat back and watched, ready for whatever happened next.

 

[Darth Kentarch]

Darth Kentarch sighed as @[member="Venge Draclau"] suggested the tournament. "There are no rules to such a thing, a Sith may challenge another Sith at any time. But before we start down the road to Kaggaths may it be stated that the current status quo is good enough. If you want to lay down your life, so be it." He glanced at @[member="Rasho the Hutt"] and then to @[member="Darth Iscariot"]. But the more the lords spoke, the more they want this tournament. "And what are the rules of this said tournament? Will it be to the death? Or will the victor stay his hand before the death blow can be dealt." Kentarch asked. "Which if this will be to the death it will lead to the deaths of every member if this council."

Looking at all of them Kentarch folded his hands in front of him, elbows on the onyx table. "It is to early to fight among our selves. We risk collateral damage and destroying everything we have built. Is this what you want?"