Keepin Corellia Weird
Location: Dathomir Wilds
It was a risk, really, to reveal his private work space to someone outside his 'clique' as it was. But sometimes a great risk was needed for an even greater reward. Ostanes had been dreaming for years of this possibility, of this one golden opportunity. Ever since the disappearance, resurgence, and then sudden death of [member="Rave Merrill"] he had surmised there was a vacuum left in the 'big players' as it were. Not in terms of knowledge and ability, oh no.. Ones like [member="Isley Verd"] and [member="Dissero"] and more had undeniable power and ability. But in terms of raw ambition and the penchant and want for glory, power, and influence and affluence? Rave was a singularly beautiful woman in that regard, and into the void of her presence, Ostanes hungered to step.And so, he had retreated to Dathomir, leaving behind his darker experiments on Tattooine, and turning to more sane pursuits. He still bore the scars of his work with the Codex, shimmering, almost translucent marks, much like a branding iron to the skin, but without the puckering of a healed burn, just the oddly waxy skin. The trailing marks covered much of his body, and seemed to persist in any guise the Shii'do took. What the long term effects would be, he was still unsure of. When Rave had used it, a Dark God had been summoned, and near a dozen Masters of the Force were required to slay it. Hopefully no one recognized the scarring patterns as passages from the Codex... Whilst he had not summoned anything physically, the insane drive for knowledge had driven him to certain... Acts....Never the less, the workshop had been built. Akure was left to mostly run itself, which it could do quite admirably.
He had taken immeasurable amounts of profit and siphoned them into the R&D sectors which he controlled. So massive company funds were now layered and passed through shell games to be exclusively his. It was possibly not exaggeration to say he was the singularly richest person in the Galaxy, or so near to it as only ones like [member="Alric Kuhn"] and [member="Danger Arceneau"] competed. And if that were the level of the game he were at, he was fine with his placing as third. Really, from his brief dealings with the two, he admired them, but they seemed too capitalist. True power come from knowledge, all the money in the world didn't replace or transmute that fact.
The funds had been used sparingly, to begin setting up a personal workshop for Ostanes on Dathomir, where he had begun to learn the traditions of the locals, from none other than [member="Ember Rekali"] at first. Their mindset fit his really, and so for the first time in decades, he felt at home. And when he had seen Marrow and Illskins at work, he had contacted them. Several supplies they had, he could use in various projects. Besides, if we here to make the next steps of his journey, someone like [member="Dissero"] on his side might be... Invaluable... Even if not, there were business opportunities that abounded with the Alchemy Shop that he couldn't run through AEI.
Waiting, he scribbled notes on a datapad as he read from an ancient tome, nodding. Candles, supplies, shelves and more scattered and cluttered the humble space , and hallways vanished into a sparse bedroom and kitchen where odd herbs and... other things... hung drying or being treated. A fire blazed merrily in the hearth as the white robed man sat, piercing eyes focused utterly on his work, a battered and gleaming silver mask next to his scarred hands, an odd compass like device sat on the table, a product of his first forays into Dathomiri talismans.
Hopefully [member="Dissero"] wouldn't have any struggles finding the remote shop. He doubted he would anyway.