<div class="floatleft"><strong>Moros</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong> Sith Academy: Front Steps<br/><strong>Tag:</strong> Temor, Anrynn, Mingin, anyone<br/><hr/><br/>Moros found himself becoming the slightest bit flustered, but this was his environment, and his specialty. The subtle war of words. He gestured to Temor with another grin and then bowed his head to Lord Anrynn as she approached and spoke her mind. "But it is a measure of strength and power Lord Anrynn. Pitted against one another, we can find the strongest acolyte here, but we will not know their true worth unless tested against a true Sith. Which is why the one who stands alone as the greatest the academy has to offer will, as  the rumors say, face my own apprentice." Moros exclaimed to the acolytes who watched the exchange of words. "And do not fear Temor, the bout will be a fair contest. Surely a acolyte has a chance against a young unarmed Sith such as my son. If not I fear the Overseers here have not properly done their job."  He said, revealing his intentions to deprive Erobas not only of his lightsabers, but all weapons when he fought the next day. <br/><br/>Erobas glared in disgust and hatred at his father. Not only would he see him humiliated and embarrassed in front of dozens of Sith from around the galaxy, but he would take away his greatest strength and force him to fight without even a vibroblade. But then another strange Sith approached, with a Tuk’ata hound by his side. He referred to himself as Mingin, and he seemed different in some odd way to Erobas. He couldn’t really explain how though.<br/><br/>“Yes, the tournament will be held in the valley tomorrow.” Moros told Mingin, slightly annoyed at having his concentration broken and his speech cut short. “I’m afraid I don’t recognize your name.” He continued, very curious about this strange Sith. Moros made a habit of knowing at least a small bit of information about every prominent Sith, information was power after all, and this one certainly looked like it. His robes and the lightsaber staff he had concealed showed that he was of some importance, and Moros was almost shocked he knew absolutely nothing of him.<br/><br/><hr/><div class="floatleft"><strong>Bracken</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong> Korriban Landing Pad<br/><strong>Tag:</strong> Tala Drass<br/><hr/><br/>Bracken’s shuttle touched down on the pad, and he muscled his way to the front to be the first  one to step off. A large man, but slow in the head, with a battle scarred face, and a strange personality. He took some steps and then stood for a moment, gazing at some of the statues around him, and looking around the valley.  <br/><br/>He saw  a group standing to the side, most of whom looked like slaves and other servants. Likely waiting for their Sith masters who could be seen gathered at the  entrance to the academy. Though one among them stood out. A Chiss, in sleek armor that showed off her beautiful blue skin in certain places. Bracken smirked slightly at the sight of her before turning his back and beginning to walk towards the academy. <br/></div></div>