<em><strong>The Sith Temple of Vekkdra</strong></em><br/><br/><em>A great hall runs through the center of the temple, ribbed with archways of black stone and decorated with ancient Sith writings carved into the walls, the grooves filled with red glass that slowly pulses with light. A subtle and dissonant hymn, just on the edge of being audible, echos through the structure. The hall ends in a wide balcony that overlooks the massive, churning caldera. <br/><br/>Standing there, with his back turned to the gathering supplicants, is Darth Fain. He stands tall, with closely cut black hair marked by a few streaks of grey. His clothes have the cut of a uniform, but none of the adornments, black in color with a subtle red lining. Only the lightsaber strapped to his thigh breaks the line of his silhouette and he waits, unmoving, dangerously close to the edge of the balcony where no railing protects the unwary from a fall to the caldera below.</em><br/><br/>Necodian Bahn paced the width of the hallway, glaring at the two students who had arrived each time he turned He was tall and broad with a shaved head and stark features. His fists clenched every few moments, as if there was violence cooped up inside of him that was desperate to find a target to be released upon.<br/><br/>Four more students were expected. Six, in all, had been granted the chance to study under Darth Fain, the Sith master of wrath.<br/><br/>"Your fellow students had best arrive soon," said Bahn. "My master will not suffer to wait past the appointed time, and I will be eager to make a display of his displeasure for him."