Runi Beskar
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OOC: Sorry I've been a bit inactive, I'll just burst in and make sense of it all
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The Forgotten One
Double post.
The Forgotten One
From the shadows the Sith Lord watched, and he was most disappointed. Had Kentarch faltered or behaved as such in the presence of his master he would have been beaten withtn an inch of his life. Yet the apprentices of this fine order had been summoned, only to challenge and question the power that lay before them. He exhaled sharply after the Dark Lord himself spoke. Such an action alone should command silence and attention. Instead squabbling and meaningless questions erupted from the apprentices. His eyes glanced from each master and then finally to Darth Iscariot himself. Then after a moment Kentarch stepped forward.
To the other apprentices and masters he emerged as out of nowhere. His body materialized out of the blackness, as if he were made of smoke. Though really he simply no longer commanded the force to bend light around his body, a powerful technique that required much of his concentration. The black robed figured took a step forward so he was plain to see, all but his face which was shrouded by the shadow of his hood. Only a silhouetted outline of his face could be seen.
"The Dark Lord has come, and summoned us here for a great undertaking. Not so you can fight and moan of dogma and purpose." Darth Kentarch's voice was plain but ominous. The Sith Lord's gaze shifted to the fallen Jedi and the arm. "If he bleeds out and dies, he dies." He spoke to Master Imura on the wounded Nero. His words reflecting the expectation that the fallen Jedi would not receive immediate medical attention.
Turning to face the Dark Lord, Kentarch bowed. "My Lord the hour has finally come..." He said without lifting his head.
@[member="Roman Ack Terrefe"] @[member="Darth Iscariot"] @[member="Morna Imura"] @[member="Anesia Jy'Vun"] @[member="Jarik de Celanon"] @[member="Nox"] @[member="Scarface"] @[member="Nero Darkstar"] @[member="Asariy Vaé"]
To the other apprentices and masters he emerged as out of nowhere. His body materialized out of the blackness, as if he were made of smoke. Though really he simply no longer commanded the force to bend light around his body, a powerful technique that required much of his concentration. The black robed figured took a step forward so he was plain to see, all but his face which was shrouded by the shadow of his hood. Only a silhouetted outline of his face could be seen.
"The Dark Lord has come, and summoned us here for a great undertaking. Not so you can fight and moan of dogma and purpose." Darth Kentarch's voice was plain but ominous. The Sith Lord's gaze shifted to the fallen Jedi and the arm. "If he bleeds out and dies, he dies." He spoke to Master Imura on the wounded Nero. His words reflecting the expectation that the fallen Jedi would not receive immediate medical attention.
Turning to face the Dark Lord, Kentarch bowed. "My Lord the hour has finally come..." He said without lifting his head.
@[member="Roman Ack Terrefe"] @[member="Darth Iscariot"] @[member="Morna Imura"] @[member="Anesia Jy'Vun"] @[member="Jarik de Celanon"] @[member="Nox"] @[member="Scarface"] @[member="Nero Darkstar"] @[member="Asariy Vaé"]
Jarik de Celanon
Z'Altyn
There were many now within this chamber, each a platter of rapping footsteps, and his head did not diverge from its position. He had taken knee to honour these Masters. He had taken knee to honour the voice. There was no command that followed and so, his clothing remainder in the dirt of the floor. The pleas of the fallen Jedi, his tone, were not registered within him. But he was not oblivious. Would the boy live beyond this day? A small curiosity but not his purpose for being here. One explained respect, the other off in her own world, and another with head bowed. Frankly, he did not know what to expect before arriving. Admittedly all of this did not meet up with what he expected.
Hopefully this would not consume too much time now. His presence would, at some point, be noticed. He required a teacher, but he still had to upheld the reigns of his other life. Lest his plans fall through entirely. He was a doctor. A researcher apart of a team expected to depart within the next month or so. Sooner than he would prefer but he could not break contract lest his plan fall through. It caused a small tinge of anxiety. Nonetheless, the shapeshifter remained, still not in either his true form or preferred human form. A decoy. The ability of his species, natural telepathy that made his transformation all the more convincing, moot now that he had chosen to change himself before them. No matter, he thought. If this were to become a competition he did not doubt he could turn the cyborg and armless one against each other. Perhaps take care of each other for him.
If not, then he simply needed to put on path so that he may pursue knowledge himself. Records, research, secrets. It had to come to fruition.
Hopefully this would not consume too much time now. His presence would, at some point, be noticed. He required a teacher, but he still had to upheld the reigns of his other life. Lest his plans fall through entirely. He was a doctor. A researcher apart of a team expected to depart within the next month or so. Sooner than he would prefer but he could not break contract lest his plan fall through. It caused a small tinge of anxiety. Nonetheless, the shapeshifter remained, still not in either his true form or preferred human form. A decoy. The ability of his species, natural telepathy that made his transformation all the more convincing, moot now that he had chosen to change himself before them. No matter, he thought. If this were to become a competition he did not doubt he could turn the cyborg and armless one against each other. Perhaps take care of each other for him.
If not, then he simply needed to put on path so that he may pursue knowledge himself. Records, research, secrets. It had to come to fruition.
Darc Xavior Talus
Dark Lord of the Sith
His gaze fell upon @[member="Darth Kentarch"], then to the gathered.
"Indeed. All of you have come for different reasons but with a similar cause and outcome. The Sith Empire has fallen and they have escaped into the shadows as I had foreseen it. This age of Sith disappoint me, but it gives us all an opportunity to learn from their oversights. I have proposed a unification of the Sith under a new order. I have created a Council of Sith Lords to organize and reunite our people under one Dark Lord of the Sith. Together we will rise and take back what was taken from us but not as animals and barbarians like them but with cunning and subterfuge. You have your answer and I give you the choice to heed to my wisdom. If not, then you can remain in the shadows with the other cowards. This meeting concludes now."
He turned and echoing boots paced back into the shadows of the temple.
"Indeed. All of you have come for different reasons but with a similar cause and outcome. The Sith Empire has fallen and they have escaped into the shadows as I had foreseen it. This age of Sith disappoint me, but it gives us all an opportunity to learn from their oversights. I have proposed a unification of the Sith under a new order. I have created a Council of Sith Lords to organize and reunite our people under one Dark Lord of the Sith. Together we will rise and take back what was taken from us but not as animals and barbarians like them but with cunning and subterfuge. You have your answer and I give you the choice to heed to my wisdom. If not, then you can remain in the shadows with the other cowards. This meeting concludes now."
He turned and echoing boots paced back into the shadows of the temple.
Runi Beskar
OOC Account
Nox watched from the shadows as the man who looked like he was in charge made his speech or whatever that moment was, and Nox agreed completely he had lived with the Sith Empire for a year and they showed barbarianism to a major extent, so Nox walked out of his little corner and for the first time he spoke, it wasn't directed to anybody except maybe himself "Is that a invitation? Because I agree completely with this, I wish to join your order" knowing his moment was over and he had properly just embarrased the hell out of himself he tried to sink back to his corner unnoticed.
Jarik de Celanon
Z'Altyn
The meeting concluded. He was one with this Order now. Untrained, but one. It would do for now. Rising from his knees he stalked towards the temple. Soon enough gone.
