Enemies: [member="Argis Volmir"] (A Pity), [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Zak Amroth"], [member=Racket], [Trash Family: [member="Yula Perl"], [member="Zef Halo"], [member="Mav Vohaloveer"]]
Allies: [member="Kyrel Ren"], [member="Taeli Raaf"], [member="Adenn Kyramud"], [member="Romi Jade"], [member="Darth Ledgermayne"]
Followers: The Coven of Gluttony, including the
Lady Envy,
and the Savant Wrath
Just as the crystalline entity appeared to completely switch in its behavior, likewise the heavy presence of Voracitos seemed to lose its density, spreading out across the Lost City, his concentration diminished but his reach in the force every present. It was good that Voracitos did not need to resort to any other means to persuade the Sith Lord, as he eyed the Iris of Ligier briefly in his minds eye. To have used it would guarantee victory for him, but at what cost? Already the Sith Lord had lost so much, and while the death of the Jedi trapped in this labyrinth would have been delectable, the Fell Star itself might have been destroyed in the process, along with favored allies of the Emperor. He would be as much of a traitor as the Sith Lord before him had almost become, before he too saw reason.
It opened itself up to the Sith Lord, quite literally, and the Fell Star was not so soon within the Master of Gluttony's grasp. It offered a hand in exchange for the artifact, and Voracitos quickly calculated the cost benefit of humoring this creature with physical contact... and quickly did not see any true downsides. It was as natural a thing for Voracitos to do as he had always done, as a business man it was a regular activity despite his repulsive presence to his "equals" of the time. His mind eye briefly cast its vision into the future, scouting for danger... and found none. The offer appeared wholly genuine, he had no reason to suspect treachery any more than he usual did for his own ilk. If he conducted treachery, it would be so minute a detail it would hardly classify as above ordinary. In small personal moments such as these, eventually with enough time, every Sith Lord is a traitor... even the Emperor himself was not absolved of this rule Voracitos has observed.
"It is good that reason prevails, Chwayatajak, is preserved."
Voracitos' once disgruntled face relaxed into a neutral state, satisfied with the proceedings. The ruble that once surrounded him now complacently resting upon the dusty ground, the Souls which had fought against the tide of darkness, now rested lamely in the air, slowly approaching their masters to rejoin the collective they held. Voracitos raised a hand above his own to accept the artifact, while his other reached to shake the crystalline Sith Lord's hand. A mild shock would course through his alchemical flesh, but at such a low level it could hardly be perceived by the Sith Lord as significant, just as easily mistaken for static discharge.
"I am grateful that this transaction has transpired this way."
"I was prepared to enact measures that would ensure all things lost in this temple."
Voracitos said, Fell Star in hand, as he looked down upon his writhing servant, who still pawed at the Iris of Ligier. He could feel her treacherous thoughts even underneath the din of the maddening souls now pressing down upon her weak mind. Even now that the threat was over, she still contemplated the use of the Iris in destroying her master, now believing herself too weak to ever overcome her master's power. Believing even her own life was slowly becoming not worth living if she could never best her master, and with the dread artifact in hand, she contemplated sacrificing her life out of spite to destroy her master. Even if she should succumb however, Voracitos had in his power the ability to nullify even this greatest of weapons, revealing her treachery. He predicted, however, that even if he had called her to use it this day, she would have been too weak of heart to do it... her loyalty was too deeply ingrained herself to subject herself to sacrifice. It was a gamble to have used her as a threat, but all the same, it seemed to have paid off even without mentioning her in the role of causing Obliteration.
"Today extracts a heavy toll."
Voracitos now looked down and spoke to the Fell Star, his eye wide with wonder. He tallied up the lost souls destroyed or loosened from his grip by [member="Argis Volmir"], the lost opportunity to rip his souls from his body, the Starved Subjects abandoned within the Lost City, and the physical death of his first and most loyal Hungered Vassal the Savant Wrath. Even his transformation into a superior being of the dark side was a loss of the identity he once was. The souls which remained pressed down upon the mind of Voracitos and the Lady Envy, creating mental abrasions as they tried to erode their consciousness under the collective madness of Chaos. Every moment cut at the focus of the Sith Lord the longer he went without adequate servants to host his collection of Sith spirits. Voracitos could not remain of Rhem Var for long, or else the toll would increase.
"But with the Fell Star in our hands, the burden of our losses are lightened."
Indeed, with the growing collection of artifacts in the grip of the Triumvir of Knowledge, the limits of power were quickly widening. The firmament of reality every day became the stuff of make believe for the Sith Lord, to shape it as his mind saw fit to do so. The Fell Star was but one more step on the path to greater reach, greater power, and greater hungers.
"I will not forget your cooperation."
"To surrender something of such power is no simple task."
"I assure you, this decision will not be one of regret."
"Say your name, such that you may be commended for your efforts."
