What Lurks Below? (Sith Empire DM event)

[Darth Ferus]

Something is lurking in the catacombs beneath the old Sith Temple on Bastion. Strange noises, tugs within the Force, an uptick in nightmares for the weaker residents, all point to something dark and particularly nasty. Discover the source and decide the best course of action for dealing with it. Warning, it may object, violently, to you poking your nose in its business.

Krest doesn't like this, and is willing to reward those who go to clear the infestation. As the Lord of Trials, it's his duty to make sure the training goes uninterrupted for the Sith Acolytes he brings. Annoyingly enough, what ever it is causing the nightmares is distracting the students. Usually such outside force is tolerated, as those weak of mind are easier to root out with it. If it can be used by the Sith, Krest will. However, it has to be controlled.

In his office atop the Sith Temple the elder lord sat in his chair, waiting for those who had volunteered to investigate. Some were his own apprentices, which pleased him, and others were new faces. Both were welcome, and should they succeed they may find his favor in their corner, for what it's worth. His pale blue eyes stared at the door impatiently. They had better arrive soon.

[member="Venthis Zambrano"] [member="Darth Sarcophago"] [member="Cairyn Midore"] [member="Blake Morrigan"] [member="Lark"]

 

[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

Sith Temple,
Bastion.

The first to arrive was Venthis Zambrano, his dark hair flourished over his shoulders as his emerald green eyes peered outwards. He came, wearing his usual attire. He slid the door open quietly, before taking several steps forwards, slowly placing his hands behind his back interlocking his fingers. He faced outwards the elder Zabrak, slowly dipping his head to show a sign of respect for the Sith Lord. Glancing around the office, he kept a straight face before finally settling onto @Krest.

He had heard the call for help. The young acolyte, to Anzati standards, of course accepted. He was in search of not only experience but to be able to prove his worth to the Empire. This was a perfect opportunity. He had come with his a lightsaber on his belt, seemingy with a red crystal exposed. Glowing faintly across his tunic. He pursed his lips to speak.

"My Lord, I'm here to volunteer." He said simply, leaving it to ferment.

He awaited what was to come, partially excited. Though, he wanted to find out more, before he was sent down there. He would wait for the chance to enquire, when more of them were there.

[member="Lark"] | [member="Darth Sarcophago"] | [member="Cairyn Midore"] ​

 

[Poe]

As the appointed Governess of Ord Biniir, I rarely spent time on the Empire's capital world. My duties where to keeping Ord Biniir flourishing, whilst maintaining a steady flow of materials, credits, and able bodies to feed the Empire's war machine. Yet today, I was scheduled to visit some officials on Bastion in relation to certain contracts for Ord Biniir. Usually I entertained such notions in G'ydor Palace but the officials had chosen Bastion; and I had no option but to oblige.

Entering the Sith Temple for the first time in months, I felt a powerful hunger shrouding the Temple. It was nothing like I felt before, and it was certainly not here the last time I visited; nor when I haunted the corridors as an Acolyte. Turning my head from one side to the other, I noticed the Acolytes and Hopefuls where affected by this unseen force. It was, I had to admit, awakening my primal hunger. I continued to observe the next generation of Sith whilst I slowly moved through the Temple, gauging the full affect cast down around them like an ancient spell. Finally, I withdrew from the main section of the Temple; seeking out the Headmaster of the Temple; Lord Krest. Perhaps he could shed some light on the situation.

By the time I reached his office, the tug of this force was growing stronger and far more primal in nature. I opened the door with a slight of hand, stepping inside where Lord Krest was already hosting another visitor. "Lord, whatever has befallen the Temple cannot remain, the corruption it's spreading is already noticeable in the students," I said without acknowledging the visitor. "Whatever is behind this driving force must be dealt with. To that end, I offer any assistance you may require of me, Master."


[member="Krest"] l [member="Venthis Zambrano"] l [member="Lark"] l [member="Cairyn Midore"]

 

[Cairyn Midore]

Quite new to the Sith Empire and their temples, Cairyn lost track of time just trying to navigate the place. There wasn't an unsealed chamber he hadn't wandered into, not a nook nor cranny left unexplored. Even structures not quite meant to support anyone, one could bet he sure tried to make it work.

One would think finding some Lord's office would be a simple matter after so much exploration. One would also think such temples would come with a map, at least that's what Midore would argue. How was he to know that that one training session was not meant for visitors' eyes? Or that statues were not to be used as vantage points?

When he did find his way, he strolled right in, nearly cutting off one of the other visitors as he spoke up. "Y'know, this office is not as easy to find as you'd think." He paused a beat, staring at each person in turn before it dawned on him. At least one person in this room was of some sort of important rank. He dipped into a bow, a flourish of his hands practically dripping in exaggeration and a lack of genuine reverence. "I mean, here to help, uh, sir."

[member="Krest"] | [member="Venthis Zambrano"] | [member="Darth Sarcophago"] | [member="Lark"] | [member="Blake Morrigan"]​

 

[Lark]

A certain disquietude enveloped the hallways of the Sith Temple, what was normally a haven of secret knowledge and ancient histories was now overrun with feelings of anxiety and turmoil fermenting from within the minds of weaker beings. And from within these paranoia-filled corridors a faint humming would emerge, heralding the arrival of Lark. He had volunteered to search for the origin of this caliginous aura, although his motivations for this were not out of sympathy for those affected. If it were up to him he'd leave the aura be, his nightmares didn't bother him anymore. And besides, it was enchanting to see this unknown force act upon those training within the temple, and seeing how they reacted to the formless energy. Lark felt their disturbances and wanted to toy with the new feelings, see what fears and dark desires he could draw out of them.

Lark approached where his [member="Krest"] awaited him and the others who volunteered, lightly humming a serene song and walking with a small skip in his step. While he enjoyed the chaotic nature of the aura there was something he'd rather have than it's constant presence, and that was to know what gave it off, and whether or not that power was obtainable. Lark opened the door, where his Master and several others waited for their briefing. He had rather enjoyed working under Krest, he always had something new to keep Lark entertained when studying and training grew stale. With an eerie, eager smile on his pale face, golden eyes burning with excitement, Lark fervently awaited the beginning of the mission. What enigmatic forces awaited them in the depths below?

[member="Cairyn Midore"] [member="Darth Sarcophago"] [member="Venthis Zambrano"] [member="Blake Morrigan"]