Former Primeval Outpost, Lord's Chambers
Krayiss II
The thick obsidian hued bath rippled like honey as it was disturbed by Grimoire as she smothered the alchemical concoction over her bare arms. Feeling satisfied that enough of the bath was infused into her pale porcelain skin, she reclined onto the curled silver metal edges of the crib shaped tub. The nape of her neck wrapped the edge and beyond it her black locks fell down in freed cascades. Crossing her legs, white knees peaked from the black seas like small islands. She had grown in power and the force moved within her, but, to her displeasure she had inherited the same disease as her mother. Her soul consumed too much to sustain the body her mother had created from the heinous combination of natural birth and Sith Magic. The concoction was an old recipe of Darth Hauntruss's.
Grimoire raised her submerged arms to be laid on top of the tub's rim. Moving her golden tainted eyes from the ceiling she was blankly staring at she surveyed the private quarters of what would have been a Primeval Lord's residence in what was once an outpost of the Primeval Empire. She had discovered it not too far from the ancient Sith Library that had attracted her Sith Order in the first place. Thanks to the efforts of the now defunct Primeval Empire, a sizeable citizenry still remained on Krayiss II in the form of this forgotten outpost. And as the citizenry were used to lords of a - darker force persuasion - Grimoire found it suitable a place to start her foundations - and the foundations of the new Sith Order. Grimoire watched the walls made of mainly black columns and grey steel panels with curious eyes.
The concoction worked its dark sorcery as she looked on, digging into her skin in slow intoxicating pinches infusing her organics with darkside wizardry that held her form together and fuelled her soul with deeper connections to the force. For most such a poison would have ended them minutes ago, but, Grimoire was born of poison. Even her porcelain skin was dotted and covered in Sith Tattoos forced upon her by Darth Hauntruss to forge her into a literal - sith grimoire.
Grimoire's meditations were interrupted when a protocol droid in black durasteel tip toed into the room.
"My lady..." the droid timidly intruded. "[member="Siyndacha Aerin"], has arrived as instructed. She is currently waiting outside in the visitor's room."
Grimoire closed her eyes and smiled. Siyndacha had proved to be a great companion within the Sith Order, fiercely intelligent and not bent by etiquette and bravado. She had become, fond, in way of white haired fox. Grimoire lifted her black ooze drenched hand and pointed at the droid. A black drop slipped from her fingers and tainted the black metal floor as she did so.
"Show her in X3PO." Grimoire hissed with amusement, "I have yet to finish my treatment. Have Ms. Aerin wait beside the door, I will speak to her through your communications links."
X3PO nodded and shuffled off. As he went, the door to the private quarters slid shut. X3PO marched on over to the seated Siyndacha Aerin and directed her to follow him right up against a closed door. X3PO then spun around and bowed to Ms. Aerin.
"My master will be speaking to you through my communications link please stand by." X3PO said. Then a static noise rustled for a moment before Grimoire's voice then bleed out from within X3PO.
"Good to see you once more, Ms. Aerin." Grimoire began, tantalising hints of her bath echoed in the background as the sound of bath water being sloshed about could be heard. "I apologise for the smoke and daggers, but, I am currently occupied by personal treatment. So for now I shall be speaking to you through my protocol droid."
"Please make yourself comfortable." Grimoire said, and X3PO responed by gesturing to a long lounge sofa behind Siyndacha near the door.
Krayiss II
The thick obsidian hued bath rippled like honey as it was disturbed by Grimoire as she smothered the alchemical concoction over her bare arms. Feeling satisfied that enough of the bath was infused into her pale porcelain skin, she reclined onto the curled silver metal edges of the crib shaped tub. The nape of her neck wrapped the edge and beyond it her black locks fell down in freed cascades. Crossing her legs, white knees peaked from the black seas like small islands. She had grown in power and the force moved within her, but, to her displeasure she had inherited the same disease as her mother. Her soul consumed too much to sustain the body her mother had created from the heinous combination of natural birth and Sith Magic. The concoction was an old recipe of Darth Hauntruss's.
Grimoire raised her submerged arms to be laid on top of the tub's rim. Moving her golden tainted eyes from the ceiling she was blankly staring at she surveyed the private quarters of what would have been a Primeval Lord's residence in what was once an outpost of the Primeval Empire. She had discovered it not too far from the ancient Sith Library that had attracted her Sith Order in the first place. Thanks to the efforts of the now defunct Primeval Empire, a sizeable citizenry still remained on Krayiss II in the form of this forgotten outpost. And as the citizenry were used to lords of a - darker force persuasion - Grimoire found it suitable a place to start her foundations - and the foundations of the new Sith Order. Grimoire watched the walls made of mainly black columns and grey steel panels with curious eyes.
The concoction worked its dark sorcery as she looked on, digging into her skin in slow intoxicating pinches infusing her organics with darkside wizardry that held her form together and fuelled her soul with deeper connections to the force. For most such a poison would have ended them minutes ago, but, Grimoire was born of poison. Even her porcelain skin was dotted and covered in Sith Tattoos forced upon her by Darth Hauntruss to forge her into a literal - sith grimoire.
Grimoire's meditations were interrupted when a protocol droid in black durasteel tip toed into the room.
"My lady..." the droid timidly intruded. "[member="Siyndacha Aerin"], has arrived as instructed. She is currently waiting outside in the visitor's room."
Grimoire closed her eyes and smiled. Siyndacha had proved to be a great companion within the Sith Order, fiercely intelligent and not bent by etiquette and bravado. She had become, fond, in way of white haired fox. Grimoire lifted her black ooze drenched hand and pointed at the droid. A black drop slipped from her fingers and tainted the black metal floor as she did so.
"Show her in X3PO." Grimoire hissed with amusement, "I have yet to finish my treatment. Have Ms. Aerin wait beside the door, I will speak to her through your communications links."
X3PO nodded and shuffled off. As he went, the door to the private quarters slid shut. X3PO marched on over to the seated Siyndacha Aerin and directed her to follow him right up against a closed door. X3PO then spun around and bowed to Ms. Aerin.
"My master will be speaking to you through my communications link please stand by." X3PO said. Then a static noise rustled for a moment before Grimoire's voice then bleed out from within X3PO.
"Good to see you once more, Ms. Aerin." Grimoire began, tantalising hints of her bath echoed in the background as the sound of bath water being sloshed about could be heard. "I apologise for the smoke and daggers, but, I am currently occupied by personal treatment. So for now I shall be speaking to you through my protocol droid."
"Please make yourself comfortable." Grimoire said, and X3PO responed by gesturing to a long lounge sofa behind Siyndacha near the door.
