The Shattered Empire (IC)
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				Title: <strong>The Shattered Empire (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odanrav</strong> on <strong>30-10-2012, 06:39:29</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chapter 1: The Pit</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br>(http://www.tentonhammer.com/image/view/47090/preview)</div><br>Korriban, the birthplace of the Sith, and their ancient home for thousands of years. Here, they have rebuilt after the defeat in The Great Hyperspace War, and more recently The Cold War with the Republic. With their Emperor dead, Darth Malgus routed out of power, and most of the Dark Council dead, The great Sith Empire isn't nearly as strong as they were prior to the war. And now they again find themselves rebuilding, and it will happen on this red planet the Sith call home. <br><br>On this desolate landscape, ruins of the ancient might of the Sith can be found scattered around. Tombs dedicated to some of the most powerful Sith to have ever lived. Also, the Sith academy, where most slaves and acolytes come to train before becoming Sith in earnest by those few worthy of becoming an apprentice to a Lord or Darth, can be found here. A large and rigid structure that overlooks the valley beneath it, a place where most of the acolytes go to train. Here, a training ground can be found, called The Pit, where prospects compete against each other in the hopes of drawing interest from any Sith or Overseer watching the bouts being held there.<br><br><hr><br>The transport bucked to its side as it entered the atmosphere, and made Erobas sway a little. But he'd grown used to the turbulence of reentry and was not phased. He sat, leaned back against the cold metal wall and his arms crossed. His usual scowl covered his face, especially at the site of his master, and father, pacing back and forth in front of him. He seemed to be talking to himself but without speaking, something Darth Moros was often found doing. Always the type to scheme and&nbsp; think ahead. The red skinned pureblood wondered what his father was thinking about then, but then he realized he didn't care.<br><br>“What is the point of this tournament? Lowly acolytes squabbling in the dirt is no concern of Sith of our stature.” Erobas remarked to his father, something that made him immediately stop pacing and broke him out of his focus. At his own expense, Moros had arranged for the best acolytes not only on Korriban, but across the empire to be brought here for this occasion. And dozens of Lords, and Darth had flocked there at the chance&nbsp; to see so many promising young Force users in one place. It had been billed as a show of national pride by Moros, but Erobas knew better. His father simply wished for more renown, and this tournament was more in his own honor, than in the Empire's.<br><br>“Perhaps, yet you will be fighting with them. Squabbling in the dirt, as you would say.” The Darth cocked his head and pointed a finger at his son. Erobas could not help but to break into laughter hearing his father, thinking it was surely meant in jest. Yet he saw the Darth's expression continue to be serious and sour and knew his father intended for him to fight. Erobas could only shake his head in contrariness. <br><br>“They are beneath me. I will crush them, like insects.” He said, overly confident as he turned his head to the side. He could feel the ship begin to dock and stood up. But not before Moros got another remark in to his his son. “You will have your chance to prove yourself…” Moros told his apprentice as he walked off the transport in a great hurry to get away from his father. However, Moros stayed aboard for a few moments and opened the holocommunicator on his wrist.<br><br>“Darth Moros, always a pleasure. What can I do for you old friend?” The hologram of a Imperial Officer spoke. “I have a favor to request Captain Solus. You were apart of Intelligence at one point, correct?” Moros replied, without a greeting as he was in something of a hurry it seemed.<br><br>“Yes my Lord, I reached Cipher rank before being reassigned to the fleet.” the Captain replied quickly and without hesitation. His answer brought a slight grin across the red skinned Sith’s face. A smirk he often showed when he was getting his way. <br><br>“Good, I need you to pull&nbsp; a few strings and get them to send one of their best here. I need this to be discrete, with no details until they are here and have reported to me directly. Do not even mention my name, is that all understood Captain.” Moros quickly barked his orders as he began walking off the transport and into the spaceport. He could see clear confusion on the face of Captain Solus, but he was utterly loyal to Moros and knew he would not deny him anything after having saved his ship, The Achyles, several years prior.<br><br>“Of course, I will see it done.” Solus quickly responded as Moros immediately cut the communication line after getting the answer he desired.&nbsp; He made his way into the spaceport and found his&nbsp; escort, and apprentice waiting for him inside. They soon made their way towards the academy on the other side of the valley.
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				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>30-10-2012, 09:55:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/Screenshots/Screenshot_2012-10-29_01_36_58_733242.jpg)<strong><br>Temor (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Korriban Shuttle Landing <br><strong>Summary:</strong> Arriving<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Anyone<br><hr></div><br>Darth Dominar arrived discreetly enough. He disembarked from his Fury-class personal starship at the orbital station above Korriban, and took a simple shuttle down to the Academy landing pad. Oh he could easily have pulled out all the stops. His House commanded fleets afterall. He could have come aboard a Harrower-Class Dreadnought. He could have easily commanded a procession parade to see him to the Academy. Or landed on the private landing pads of the Academy itself. He was a Darth afterall. And a Dominar to boot. The family name alone carried weight in the Empire. It stretched back to the very first group of Dark Jedi who first enslaved the original Sith species from which the Purebloods were descended. Indeed it stretched further back still, to the founding of the Jedi Order if one were to gain access to the Jedi Holocron libraries. The Jedi didn't often speak of that though. <br><br>But Temor wanted a chance to see the Academy...and it's trainees...without them knowing that the eyes of a Darth were upon them. At least at first. He was still a tall and imposing figure and even with his hood drawn up to hide his face and the tell-tale Mark of Dominar tatoo'd over his right eye and forehead, many instinctively gave him a wide berth. He might not be recognizable as a Darth, but he was clearly Sith and that was enough to make slaves and acolytes alike clear a way for him. <br><br>His eyes slid across the valley to the Tomb of Naga Sadow in the distance. A bemused smirk touched his lips as he observed eager your acolytes and apprentices rushing in. He idly wondered how many of them Seh-run would feast upon before the day was out. Or perhaps would one of them finally end the cunning predator that lurked within? He doubted it. <br><br>He continued on. There, to his left. The path to the Tomb of Tulak Horde. He spotted Ephran Zell in the distance. An imperial researcher, speaking in hushed tones with some acolyte in the midst of his trials. Probably sending the acolyte on a fool's errand that would get him killed. Well, no matter. If the acolyte succeeded he would be stronger for it. If not...well, such is life on Korriban. <br><br>Temor wrinkled his nose, finding the dry arrid air of this wasteland distasteful. He preferred the dark, lush, humid green savagrey of Dromund Kaas. Still he could not deny the potency of the dark side here. Or the treachery of it. It was thick in the air. Everyone plotting and scheming their way to power. Perhaps he was no better in that regard. But he sought power for a purpose. Most of these children...and he lumped Acolytes and Masters alike into that category...sought power simply for the sake of power. That path was as pointless as a snake devouring it's own tail. <br><br>He reached the foot of the great stairway ascending up into the academy, and paused there as memories of the past came rushing back. It hadn't been that many years when you consider how long it normally takes one to reach the rank of Darth. Still it felt like a thousand lifetimes since that moment where he first stood here and gazed up in a mixture of fear and determination. Even then...with his knees trembling and palms sweating....even then he knew. He knew the day would come where he could walk these steps and all who beheld him would bow their heads with respect and fear in equal measure. <br><br>What he hadn't realized then was that by the time that day arrived, such petty self-agrandizement would no longer hold any appeal to him. He already knew he was the deadliest creature on this entire planet right now. He felt little need to flaunt it. So humble and hooded, he quietly began walking up the stairs. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Shattered Empire (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vaulera</strong> on <strong>30-10-2012, 13:49:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/4aG2d.jpg)</div><strong><strong>Name:</strong> Tala Drass<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Korriban: Landing pad<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Anyone<br></strong><hr><br>Tala Drass was not often angry, but she sat in her sleek, state-of-the-art Imperial ship and fumed. She had already been on a mission, her holo's telltale sound going off right as she was going to land the knife blow that would end her target, an arms dealer that had managed to get the attention of her superiors. It wasn't long after that they sent her. After the holo went off, it alerted the merchant, who's frightened and surprised shriek startled his two cronies, waiting in the room parallel. Three blaster shots. It had been clean, but Tala Drass was not fond of collateral damage, even if it is neccessary. She had disposed of the three and returned to the port, where her ship was waiting. When Tala answered the holo, it struck her that it must have been very urgent, considering her circumstances and very difficult, if they needed a Cipher agent. The conversation was brief. A single, clear order, followed by the cessation of the holo. She looked down at the floor of her ship and shouted. How was she supposed to report to someone who's name or even codename she did not know. There were no details, it seemed a sort of blur to her, but if she was going to that damned sith planet, it couldn't be good.<br><br>It wasn't long before her ship touched down on the landing pad. Her immaculate black boots clicked against the ground loudly, as she donned a cloak and took a shuttle over to the location of her "POI". She had to rely on whoever it was who had hired her to find her, as she had no idea who he or even she might be. She donned the imperial insignia brazenly, as this planet should look favourably upon it and took a seat on the nearest stair, her hood down. Her glittering black eyes searched the landscape, but it all came up as desolate. She blew out a sigh and wondered what sort of mission it would be, but reconsidered, if it was her that was sent, it could only mean one thing. <em>Death.</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>30-10-2012, 16:06:54</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Anrynn Mayadi<br><strong>Location:</strong> Korriban, Landing Pad<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Anyone<br><br><hr>For Anrynn, returning to Korriban bought back bittersweet memories, ones that melded with her feelings about the current situation to give her an air of unease. It was here, on this world, that she had been forged into what she was today, both literally and figuratively. A Sith Warrior, trained and skilled, she was also a mixture of flesh and machine, half human and half technology welded together to produce a deadly fusion.<br><br>She had been called to this world by a message; the source was unclear, but whoever had sent it clearly knew her enough to target it in the most direct way possible. The message had been transmitted straight to her internal systems rather then via any communications suite or holo-viewer, visible on the inside of the lens that replaced her missing eye. It told her that whoever had contacted her not only had specifically targeted her, but also knew a lot more about her then she felt entirely comfortable with. And, given the Sith penchant towards self-consuming power plays, it was a worry that she wanted to address.<br><br>Leaving her <em>Fury</em>-class interceptor behind, she stepped out onto the concourse. Glancing around, she took note of the other two ships already present and the figures nearby, trying to match up owners to craft. Her mechanical eye clicked and whirred as it studied each in turn, recording images for future use and to match up. Anrynn might have seen herself as being above the squabbling and self-aggrandizement of other Sith, but at the same time, she also wasn’t going to deprive herself of a potential advantage, or leave herself exposed to an unknown threat.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Shattered Empire (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kiyoko</strong> on <strong>30-10-2012, 17:23:41</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Sa'na Aozora<br><strong>Location:</strong> Korriban, atop a bowing statue, looking over the Landing Pad on the planet. <em>((I assume you who play ToR know what I mean by this.))</em><br><strong>Tag:</strong> Anyone.<br><br><hr><br>Atop one of the many bowing statues, out of view by many but known by some, stood a lone Chiss looking over the landing pad and the various Sith that populate it. Her arms folded and she dons her usual, but non-Sith-esque attire. To many who look apon her, they'd just see a blue face with the exclusive deep crimson eyes of her race looking apon them in return.<br><br>This Chiss, has a colourful history, being one, if not the only Chiss force user in this galaxy, some would call her 'Lord', some would call her 'Jedi filth'. The latter was true enough, her past being blighted with the experience of being a Jedi Knight, now turned Sith, but her past experience, only brings her to be the more deadly foe in combat. <br><br>She just makes an audible chuckle, this probably being able to be heard by the ones below as she watches...and waits. Almost as if she finds the waiting humerous in some regard.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Odanrav</strong> on <strong>30-10-2012, 18:50:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><strong>Name:</strong> Lord Erobas Khane<br><strong>Location:</strong> Korriban: Landing pad<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Anyone <div class="floatright"><hr>Erobas stood uneasily and agitated at the thought of having to fight these worms who called themselves Sith in the coming day. And he was growing impatient waiting for his master to come along with the escort of guards who stood there waiting. They were to go meet Overseer Lonas immediately and see to the final preparations, at least Moros would. Erobas had no such plans. He thought maybe he would go scrounge around in one of the tombs nearby, for nostalgia's sake, but thought better of it. He was nine long years removed from being a acolyte on Korriban, and he was far above such things now.<br><br>Looking around the crowd of people about him he could see many of them were appeared to be Lords and other Sith. Some he could recognize, though most he did not, and nor did he care to. Finally, his father came striding down the ramp and stood beside him. He immediately began to make his way for the Academy not far away, and the four, armed guards about them surrounded them. Erobas thought it was unnecessary, and he could easily dispatch any fool who attempted to harm him, but his father loved making himself known and reveled in the attention and respect of others. Moros especially loved to be feared by others, something he believed was due him. As they reached the long sloping steps going up towards the entrance of the Academy, the Overseers and many acolytes stood outside, already waiting&nbsp; for them.<br><br><hr><div class="floatleft"><strong>Name:</strong> Unknown Hooded Figure<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Korriban: Landing pad<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Tala Drass <div class="floatleft"><hr>A shadowed figure loomed in the corner nearby the landing pad with a hood drawn, and cloak concealing most of him. All that could be seen was a mouth, and ashen grey skin around it, possibly that of a Rattataki. He stood there solemn and watched as each transport touched down on the pad. He saw Lord, and Darth one after another walk out, so many were coming to be apart of and watch the tournament being held the next day. He saw Darth Gorenn, Lord Anrynn, even Darth Dominar who seemed to be trying to be discreet. However not enough for this strange man's keen eyes. Information was his business after all, and his employer paid well for his services.<br><br>He wasn't sure who he was searching for out of everyone coming and going, but he would know it when he saw them. Someone from Intelligence shouldn't be hard to spot in the middle of all these Sith. And unsurprisingly he saw the shine of a Phantom class ship docking close by. Making sure not to make any sudden movements and give himself away, he watched as a Chiss departed. This&nbsp; had to be his target, she had no lightsaber concealed, and apart from the strange one sitting on a statue high above them nearby, he'd never known Chiss to be Force-sensitive. As she walked the other way, he tailed behind, but at a safe distance before she stopped and sat on a flight of stairs. He made his way to her slowly.<br><br>"Cipher, correct? I've been waiting." He said to her, as he silently crept to her side. But stayed at a distance to where she could not see his face, still shadowed under his hood. "Tala Drass... spotless service record... top marks in your class. Yes I think my employer will be pleased." He muttered mostly to himself as he was going through the database on his personal module along his wrist of all Imperial Intelligence personnel. Something he'd cracked into just for this occasion. </div></div></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Shattered Empire (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vaulera</strong> on <strong>30-10-2012, 21:08:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/4aG2d.jpg)</div><strong><strong>Name:</strong> Tala Drass<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Korriban: Landing pad<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Anyone<br></strong><hr><br>Tala was still searching the landscape, but alarm shook her, if not her features. The sight of nothing but sith landing on the pad and waiting, just the same as her, was unnerving at best. It was definitely suspicious, she hadn't been given any details on her assignment, but her Imperial insignia was worn openly, so any employer or superior of hers would most definitely have approached her. As the tally of sith increased, she saw and felt the hooded figure take a seat beside her with unnerving ability for silence, for one who wasn't in her profession. His voice was quiet, but in the emptiness she was in, it was impossible to be discreet. He knew her name, knew what she had done and it made Tala want to know exactly who required her talents, who would ask for a <em>Cipher</em> and what they could possibly need. But Tala knew her reputation well enough, knew that she was the Cipher most known for Assassination. Her voice was low, she didn't look at the hooded figure as she spoke, instead, just studying the gathered Sith intently calmly, but still unnerved. "If my superiors sent me to do the job, then I can only assume that you want someone dead. I don't need to know who you work for or why they need them eliminated, just a name, an appearance and what they can do. Seeing as this isn't necessarily Imperial work, I won't expect a full mission briefing, or even a clear directive." Tala shifted her hand closer to the heavy blaster pistol that sat concealed behind her cloak, strapped to her lower back, but not nearly her only weapons. Though her ship had every tool she could need for her job, disguise kits, sniper rifles or explosives, she always kept her customized heavy blaster pistol and a large combat knife on her person. In honour of just how much the pistol meant to her, to how many lives it had taken, even when she was a common assassin, Tala had named it Widow.
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				Post by: <strong>Kiyoko</strong> on <strong>30-10-2012, 23:56:47</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Sa'na Aozora.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Infront of the academy entrance.<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Anyone.<br><br><hr><br>Sa'na suddenly goes into a crouched stance, before jumping up fast and high and she manages to elegantly land infront of the academys' entrance, possibly frightening some initiates or acolytes who were in her way. Despite managing to land gracefully she causes one or two cracks into the floor beneath her feet<br>which could probably be classed a dishonourable acts on the sacred sand. Her arms folded once more as she looks out. <br><br>She occasionally looks toward the various other wanting-to-be Sith walking past her and as she is not known for any discretion, she blatently talks out loud. <strong>"These wannabe Sith will be dead before they start a trial."</strong> Although she says it out loud, she doesn't say it to anyone in particular, maybe poking for a reaction from somebody? Anybody?
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				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>31-10-2012, 11:44:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/Screenshots/Screenshot_2012-10-29_01_36_58_733242.jpg)<strong><br>Temor (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Korriban Shuttle Landing <br><strong>Summary:</strong> Arriving<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Sa'na, Moros, anyone<br><hr></div><br>"The same was once said when I first stood upon these steps. " he said without actually looking to or directly addressing the chiss who made a nice flashy entrance. Was she trying to make an impression on the whelps she just insulted? "If memory serves the Overseer who said it was killed years later by one of the very whelps he'd so casually dismissed." He finally turned his hooded head ever so slightly in her direction "All who call themselves Sith now once stood upon these steps as low as these whelps. Perhaps they have more potential than you think."<br><br>More and more force-sensitive Chiss seemed to be cropping up of late. On both sides of the war. It was as if someone had suddenly and inexplicably lifted a racial restriction of some sort. He was distracted from pondering this peculiarity any further by the arrival of Darth Moros's procession. Well, there was little point in masking his identity as Darth Dominar any further. He raised his hands and pushed back his hood as he turned to face Moros. <br><br>Moros almost seemed to embody everything about the Sith that Temor detested. Vain, shallow, his every thought focused toward his own power. And though his son and apprentice had a reputation as an exceptional master of the lightsaber, nothing Temor had heard about the young Sith Lord led him to beleive that his apple had fallen all that far from Moros's tree. <br><br>He breifly wondered if the rumors were true. That Moros intended for Erobas to fight in this tournament. He could scarcely imagine what Erobas must have done to offend his Master, to be so humiliated before other Sith Lords. Surely if it were true it had to be a punishment of some sort. For even a common Sith to be pitted against fledgling whelps...mere Acolytes who had not yet even earned the distinction of being called Sith...it would be an insult. But Erobas was a Sith Lord. He had nothing to gain in dueling these acolytes that were barely more than younglings. And if somehow he lost...or even appeared to struggle...it would be a public display of weakness that would make him a laughing stock throughout the Empire. And Moros would look no better, being both his Master and Father. <br><br>Surely it had to be a rumor. What could Moros possibly hope to gain by putting his own apprentice...and his own flesh and blood to boot...in such a no-win situation? Or perhaps there was more to this tournament than mere Acolytes hoping to demonstrate enough skill that they might catch the eye of an illustrious Lord or Darth who would take them on as an apprentice? It might make more sense that way. <br><br>He nodded his head faintly and offered a simple one word greeting and acknowledgement of the other Darth. "Moros. " <br><br>Temor might not have a high opinion of Moros, but he was still a Darth afterall. And you don't acheive such status amongst the Sith without having some combination of competence, cunning, and power. Temor suspected Moros rose to his rank primarily though politicing...not the most fearsome or glorious path to the rank of Darth, but one that he had learned to never underestimate. Those who schemed their way to power had a well-earned reputation for eliminating Sith who...on paper...were vastly their superiors. That kind of cunning should always be taken seriously. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Shattered Empire (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Frelance</strong> on <strong>31-10-2012, 20:29:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/87/Cropped_half_Human_NEGAS.jpg)<br></div><strong>Telen</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Korriban Shuttle Landing<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Watching landing pad from the <br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Sa'na, Moros, anyone<br><hr><br>Telen had been at the top of the stairs watching the ships for some time now. As soon as the tournament had been announced he had spent every spare moment training and getting ready for the tournament. Today he had been planning to do the same but he had changed his mind when he saw the first few ships as they approached the landing pad. The site had been enough to change his mind and so he had been watching the ships descend for a good twenty minutes before the first of the Overseer can with a group of acolytes close behind them. Not wanting to draw to much attention to himself he let a few of his peers take spots in front of him. When he had first arrived he would have risked starting a fight for the same thing but he had learned the hard way at times that it was best to choose his fights. Identifying the ships alone had been enough to reinforce his will to get off the planet. He knew he was ready to leave Korriban and continue his lessons under someone else's directions.<br><br>He had been listening to the other students around him as rumors spread that Moros' son would be competing in with them. His lips currled back as he thought that he might have found a way to grad the attention that would need get him off the planet. Telen jumped with all those around him as the Chiss dropped just in front of them and all his thoughts were wiped from his mind for the moment. He pushed his way through the others as they recovered from the shock so he could listen to what was being said.&nbsp; He glared at the Chiss which turned to a smirk as he listened to the words of the hooded Sith not far away. "Maybe an Overseer is not enough of a challenge to get the attention of the Sith now." He knew he could have just made a fatal mistake by speaking but if he was going to get off of Korriban he needed to take risks. Calculated risks were how he had survived here so using them to leave seemed natural. When he recognized Temor as a Dominar he tensed almost imperceptibly knowing just how much power the family commanded. His family had just narrowly escaped more than a few of the Dominar ships over the years.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Shattered Empire (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kiyoko</strong> on <strong>31-10-2012, 23:38:55</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Sa'na Aozora<br><strong>Location:</strong> Infront of academy.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Temor, Telen, , Moros anyone.<br><br><hr><br>The Chiss can't help but let out a smirk at the comment of an overseer being killed by a whelp, perhaps this was this hooded Siths way of teller her she'd suffer the same fate? <strong>"You know why I said it, don't you? If not, then I shall tell you.."</strong> The Chiss then moves to stand next to the hooded man, even if he didn't want her to, of course, he could easily push her away. <strong>"I said it because I know, deep in myself, that these initiates...acolytes...whelps...what have you, wouldn't last very long against me. I'd even play with them a little and use one weapon instead of what I prefer. Besides..."</strong> The chiss suddenly stops talking, as if she was going to say something which might have annoyed the hooded man or worse, made him try to kill her.<br><br>She knew a person of influence when she sees one though, and as Darth Moros appears, directly after the now unhooded man who she was so previously talking to, she inclines her head in a greeting fashion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Shattered Empire (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odanrav</strong> on <strong>01-11-2012, 04:32:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><strong>Darth Moros, Erobas Khane</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Korriban, Sith Academy: Outer Steps<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Temor, anyone<div class="floatleft"><hr>"Dominar." Moros said in equally as simple fashion as Temor. A fellow Darth, and member of the rival family Dominar. Though there were few among the Sith whom Moros did not consider a rival of some sort, even his own son who stood beside him. He could remember the day he stabbed his own father in the back and took the mantle of head of his household for himself. It was one of the greatest moments of his life. <br><br>"You are right, even the lowest among us can rise from the pit of obscurity to become something far greater. But then, there are some who are simply born with greatness flowing in their veins, like yourself." &nbsp;He said with a pleasant tone, and a grin, to Temor still standing close by. Moros could hear the comments being exchanged as he approached the group gathered at the steps. <br><br>Erobas was standing aside now, after taking some steps away from his father and could only cross his arms and shake his head at the sound of his father. He knew, and suspected this other Darth knew, that these were simply feigned pleasantries hiding a deeper seeded hatred. Moros despised the Dominar's, they were pompous lapdogs of the council, and always received special treatment and privileges because of it. That was his own jaded opinion at the least. Yet still he rambled on, not allowing Temor to respond.<br><br>"But that is why we are all here." Moros exclaimed while taking a step forward and circling about, looking around at the faces of all the Sith and acolytes gathered there. "To see who has the strength to rise above their station and earn their place in this great Empire. Each of you have that chance come tomorrow, to begin to form your own legacy, as we rebuild what's been lost." He looked out at the faces of the many acolytes the Overseers had gathered out there, surely the very best the academy had to offer, and in earnest Moros was none too impressed, yet he concealed that well.<br><br>"Each should prepare themselves, tomorrow will be a test of might and will to determine the very best among you. And you will have the eyes of these great lords from across the galaxy upon you. Impress them, and soon you may be able to count yourself among them and call yourself Sith." The elder pureblood exclaimed to the crowd gathered about him.<br><hr><br><div class="floatleft"><strong>Unknown Hooded Figure</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Korriban Shuttle Landing<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Tala Drass<br><hr>"Good, you don't ask questions.” He said as he reached inside of his coat. The shady man pulled out a holopad from his coat and laid it next to her on the step swiftly, and subtly. “His name is Lord Bracken. He’s arriving in the hour. My employer expects him dead by the end of the day. Consider this a test. If you succeed, be at the tournament tomorrow… somewhere quiet. I will find you and give you your next task.” He said to Tala as he stood from his seat, leaving the holopad behind, and walking off from where he came, and disappearing around a corner. He made sure not to speak loud enough to be in earshot of any of the others, whom they were seated slightly away from, but he spoke clearly enough for Tala to hear.<br><br>On the holopad is a holographic image of Lord Bracken, a Human Sith who recently killed his own master Lord Korris, and earned his new title in the process. He’s considered a “lesser” Sith by many and according to the holopad is described as arrogant, foolish, and a “minimal threat.” </div></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Shattered Empire (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vaulera</strong> on <strong>01-11-2012, 05:03:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/4aG2d.jpg)</div><strong><strong>Name:</strong> Tala Drass<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Korriban: Landing pad<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Anyone<br></strong><hr><br>His praise did little to assuage her mounting concern at the massive gathering of force-sensitive killing machines gathering a little too close for comfort. She didn't let it show when he laid down the intel on her target, but a little fount of panic, excitement and rage welled up within her. Killing Jedi was easy work, they didn't suspect assassination attempts as a daily ritual, they didn't need to check the contents of their food or drink for insidious poison. Killing Sith however, was an entirely different beast. It was nearly impossible to poison the bastards, open combat was foolish even as a thought and they were always wary. Sith tended to be light sleepers or downright insomniacs, which made creeping in and slitting their throat in the dead of night an extremely risky method. It left her two feasible options, given the timeframe and her available tools. Glittering red eyes darted about, absorbing every little detail about the landing pad that was left for the Sith. She pondered laying heavy explosives down and detonating them once the craft had landed, but she didn't have enough information on his ship or even if she had enough explosives to do the deed. Tala bit her lip, one of her time-honoured methods was to seduce and then murder her victim, but a Lord wouldn't exactly be approachable, nor interested in some Chiss wench. She surveyed the buildings about her for viable sniping positions, but though there were high positions, they didn't have readily available routes of escape, nor did she believe that assassinating a man right next to her ship and then returning to that very same position was a good idea. Tala was only left with the oh so precarious option of trying to <em>seduce a gods damned Sith long enough to get an opportunity to knife him.</em> She didn't like the sound of the tournament either. Though she had fought many a force-sensitive before, it never got easier. The damned lightsabers always got in the way, the best method was to use a thermal-detonator, the shrapnel was impossible to deflect completely and even a slight wound would give her an opportunity to shoot with Widow, always steadfast and lethal. Tala picked up the holo and disposed of it, along with her black cloak, a detriment to any sort of seduction or even endearment. It left her in her midnight-black body armour, revealing some flesh and hugging her tightly, dual purpose in many ways. Tala moved to join the gathering, standing near the other seemingly non force-users, adjusting her hair as she did so, trying to get into the perfect looking alignment. It would look far less suspicious if she were to blend in with the crowd. Just in case the encounter went haywire, she had a single thermal detonator, a combat knife strapped to her thigh and widow across the small of her back, reassuring, if only slightly. Tala didn't say anything, just observed her potential prey, people she would have to kill, maim or incapacitate, even if she succeeded in killing Bracken. Her red eyes sparkled with restrained hatred and malice, tempered by the cold edge of experience and caution.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Shattered Empire (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>01-11-2012, 10:15:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/Screenshots/Screenshot_2012-10-29_01_36_58_733242.jpg)<strong><br>Temor (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Korriban Shuttle Landing <br><strong>Summary:</strong> Arriving<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Moros, anyone<br><hr></div><br>Whatever replies he might have intended for the Chiss or the other man who'd spoken were to be postponed, as his attention was now focused on his fellow Darth. Oh he had no illusions whatsoever that any of the civility being demonstrated was remotely genuine. He'd learned long ago that when dealing with Sith, every smile hides malice and betrayal. Even words of respect often hold double meanings. <br><br>Temor's rise to dominance in the House of Dominar had been at once similar, and completely different from Moros. One day after earning the title of Darth, Temor went to the family estate and summoned the Elders. There before them all he challenged his father. They fought for hours, and when at last he peirced his father's heart Temor saw the pride that swelled in his father's gaze before he breathed his last. Outshone only by the pride in his mother's eyes as she watched along with the other House Elders. <br><br>"Do not sell yourself short Moros. The crimson of your skin speaks quite proudly of the greatness in your own veins.. " The words served as a simple reminder that as Sith Pureblood, Moros had also been gifted at birth with more Force Potential than most sentients. Just as Chiss were known for having few if any force sensitives, Pureblood Sith were known for being unusually gifted with force sensitivity to the point of it being unheard of for a Pureblood to not be force sensitive. <br><br>But the true point of his words were to serve as a subtle jab. Moros's words indicated that he fancied himself the type who pulled himself up out of the muck. Reminding him that he too had been gifted at birth with more inherent potential than most...not all, but most...was just a nice little way to deflate that fantasy, while appearing to compliment him. Temor might not care for these silly political games and subtle insults...but that didn't mean he was incapable of playing them. <br><br>"Tell me Moros. The rumors are not true are they? That you intend to make your son ignite his blade against mere acolytes, fresh from crawling about the tombs? Acolytes who've not yet even earned the honor of being called Sith? &nbsp;" Temor had not yet actually moved from his place. He suspected that Moros would be too proud to move his procession around Temor. To move aside for Temor in front of so many others might seem like a sign of weakness. Not to Temor of course. He considered such a thought foolish. But Sith...especially sith of comparable status...often seemed particularly self conscious about even remotely perceived as a gesture of weakness or submission to another who did not clearly outrank them. <br><br>An amusing thought flitted breifly across his mind. That he if stood here all day, Moros would sooner die than go around him. Temor could tie him up indefinitely, forcing Moros to continue to play at having civil and pleasant conversation to avoid the appearance of being unwantedly delayed. Okay...probably not. Surely even Moros could not be that superficial. And even if he were, Temor himself had better things to do. Still it was an amusing thought. That wasn't why he was continuing to make conversation. <br><br>No, he asked because perhaps Moros would let something slip about his true intentions with a bit of careful prodding and subtle goading. Temor had come here because he had indeed decided it was time to find himself an apprentice, and such an event seemed an ideal environment to find one of worth. Most Sith were too far gone. Perhaps if he could find a suitable young Acolyte he might find someone he could shape and mold into his image of the ideal Sith...someone to help him advance his own plans for the Empire. But now he was beginning to suspect Moros had something more in mind than mere sport and challenge between acolytes. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Shattered Empire (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>01-11-2012, 14:31:30</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Anrynn Mayadi<br><strong>Location:</strong> Korriban, Landing Pad<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Anyone<br><br>Anrynn had been content to watch the assemblage for the moment, observing and recording what had happened for future reference. However, now she was intrigued by the gathering, and felt that it was a time to act, to join the gathering and to maybe start investigating the mysterious message that had bought her back to this world. <em>I will never understand the Pureblood attachment to this corpse of a world,</em> she told herself as she moved. <em>It is a dried-up, withered husk, good for only the disposal of the dead.</em><br><br>Putting it aside, she approached the small group, noting the distinctive form of the Chiss. An oddity at the best of times, one here on Korriban was virtually unheard of. Her eye clicked again as she stored the image, again for future reference. <em>Cannot be too many Chiss Sith; shouldn’t be too hard to find.</em> Another two were engaged in some sort of contest of wills, each seemingly daring the other to move first. <em>Interesting.</em><br><br>“Setting a Sith Lord on mere Acolytes is no measure of strength or power.” She began as she approached the group, her tone calm and measured. “It is no test, no trial. Cutting down those less powerful, less trained then you only proves one’s own weakness and fear of facing a true challenge.” She glanced over the figures, watching for reactions. “All it does is cut our own future off at the knees.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Shattered Empire (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kdyami</strong> on <strong>01-11-2012, 19:30:15</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Mingan<br><strong>Location:</strong> Sith Academy: Front Steps<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Sn’na, Anyone, Everyone<hr><br>Mingan arrived in range in his infiltrator scout ship and decided to land on the night side of the planet and immediately decided that this was going to be much different from Dathomir.&nbsp; Grabbing his gear and leaving his ship hidden he walks in the general direction of the Academy.&nbsp; Mingan thinks about the Tribe where he had found a home.&nbsp; When he had mentioned the tournament they had refused to come.&nbsp; This confused him; he couldn’t understand why they wouldn’t want to rejoin their brethren.&nbsp; But they had given Mingan his ship and outfitted him and he left.<br>&nbsp;<br>Mingan walked until his wrist device told him he had entered the Valley of the Dark Lords.&nbsp; He sensed the sheer power that was around him and he shuddered at the knowledge of how much there was here.&nbsp; He wandered into one of the caves and walked until he reached the end.&nbsp; Sitting on a ledge he began to meditate.&nbsp; He wanted to see a ghost, and in his dreams he was rewarded.&nbsp; Tulak Hord appeared to him.&nbsp; They discussed a great many things, not the least of which was the upcoming tournament.&nbsp; Tulak was surprised at the Tribe’s tattoo that Mingan bore and was curious to hear that there were still force users outside Jedi control, the witches of Dathomir.&nbsp; Their conversation went until the wee hours of the morning when Mingan finally fell asleep.&nbsp; <br><br>Mingan awoke face to face with a Tuk’ata.&nbsp; Not the most friendly of beasts they were bred to be both fearless and relentless and they were tasked with guarding the Sith tombs.&nbsp; Mingan had spent years on Dathomir living with much deadlier creatures.&nbsp; Mingan stared calmly back into the predetors eyes and reached out into the over grown Iguana and explained that he belonged there.&nbsp; Then moving slowly he showed the beast the Mark from the Lost tribe.&nbsp; The guardian beast understood and followed Mingan out of the tomb staying at his side.&nbsp; The Tuk’ata now had a living member of the old line in front of him and therefore someone new to protect.&nbsp; <br><br>Mingan and the Tuk’ata walked out of the tomb and past a long line of acolytes waiting for their turn to enter.&nbsp; After taking stalk in his surroundings now that there was light out Mingan headed for the Sith Academy’s front door, the Tuk’ata at his side.&nbsp; As he walked he saw Sa'na do her leap off the statue and smiled heading for the group she was standing with.&nbsp; As he arrived at the group he addressed them.&nbsp; “My name is Mingan.&nbsp; I’m, new, here.” He said coldly, his inclining his head the only sense of life in his movements, “I’ve been told there is a display of prowess happening soon.&nbsp; I came to, observe, possibly even, participate.&nbsp; Can you kindly point me in the right direction?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Shattered Empire (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kiyoko</strong> on <strong>02-11-2012, 01:18:36</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Sa'na Aozora<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside the academy<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Temor, Mingan, Telen, anyone else around.<br><br><hr><br>The Chiss snarls at the previously hooded man for ignoring her. She didn't like to be ignored. Ever. Her normal practice was to put those down who ignored her, but she new better than to do that in this situation, after all, with many Darths and other Sith around, she knew she wouldn't stand much of a chance at all. She allows this ignorant spell to slip..for now, she'd just have to watch and wait for any opportinuty to strike.<br><br>She suddenly tilts her head toward the new arrivan, Mingan and instantly pulls an almost grimace like face. Mainly because of the beast following him, plus because of how 'polite' he was. Sith arn't polite, even wannabe ones. It was in her mind she thought they all knew this, obviously she was mistake. <strong>"Speak to someone else, like one of the Darths over there, they know the details. Just don't piss them off...too much."</strong>. Although oddly enough, this Chiss seems compelled to move a little toward the group and this...Mingan, so she discreetly but quickly moves to one of the pillars near Mingan and the academy, leaning on that, folding her arms but listening.<br><br><strong>"A fight against an untrained Sith is just like fighting a K'lor'slug hatchling. Pathetic, worthless and waste of everyones time...let alone a waste of perfectly good cannon fodder later."</strong> The Chiss doesn't say this very loudly, infact the only one who probably hears this mumble may just indeed be Mingan and maybe Telen, depending on how close they are.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Shattered Empire (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odanrav</strong> on <strong>02-11-2012, 03:52:10</strong>
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				<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&nbsp; 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." &nbsp;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&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; <br><br>He saw&nbsp; 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&nbsp; 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>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Shattered Empire (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yasarra</strong> on <strong>02-11-2012, 05:59:50</strong>
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				((OOC: Sorry about that.&nbsp; Somehow, I missed the link for the thread, itself.))<br><br><strong>Ren'ava Ciajin</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Sith Academy: Library<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Anyone<br><br>Ren'ava had busied herself for the last two days studying an ancient text, translating each word, each phrase carefully in preparation for a ritual.&nbsp; "Yes..." she murmured.&nbsp; "This is precisely what I was looking for.&nbsp; Now..."&nbsp; She turned, reaching for a dagger of black, volcanic glass and began to paint symbols on it with an acid that would leave them etched on the cool, obsidian stone.&nbsp; A ritual blade for a dark rite in the making.&nbsp; "Just a little more..."<br><br>She lifted the stylus slowly.&nbsp; All she needed to do was work the rite, electrify it and bury it in some unsuspecting fool.&nbsp; By modifying what was known of the Force Walk, she believed she could enslave a spirit within an object, giving it power.&nbsp; &nbsp;So much research, so many ancient texts, but she believed she was getting very close to achieving her goal.<br><br>Standing, she moved back away from the altar that she'd had removed from one of the tombs which had essentially acted as her workbench.&nbsp; Placing the acid and etching tools aside, she lowered her head, pressing her hands together as she closed her eyes and began to gather the necessary energies to her as she murmured in an old dialect of the Sith language.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Shattered Empire (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>02-11-2012, 07:46:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/Screenshots/Screenshot_2012-10-29_01_36_58_733242.jpg)<strong><br>Temor (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Korriban Shuttle Landing <br><strong>Summary:</strong> Arriving<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Erobas, anyone<br><hr></div><br>He arched a brow. Even without a Saber, a Sith Lord's sheer strength in the force should be enough to carry the day. At east against a mere acolyte. But from what Temor knew of Erobas's reputation his primary strength was in his skill with the saber. It could be he had neglected his Force training, judging from how displeased he seemed at his father's announcement. <br><br>Temor himself had a reputation for fighting many duels against rival Sith without ever even drawing his lightsaber. Indeed it was quite a testimony to any opponant he fought if they could engage Temor and actually motivate him to draw his saber. Was this some attempt to capture some of the glory this had brought to Temor for himself? If so it was a dangerous game to play with his son's standing in sith society. A failing of the apprentice reflects on the master. That reflection is even stronger if the apprentice is your own flesh and blood. Did Moros have that much faith in his son, or that much hatred for him?<br><br>An idea formed in his head, and he looked to Erobas. "If your time allows Lord Erobas, come and see me before the tournament. Perhaps I can share some insights you may find of value in the coming trials. "<br><br>If Erobas was unfamiliar with the techniques needed to defeat a lightsaber-armed opponant with nothing but his bare hands, it certainly would not hurt his cause to learn a few tricks from one who'd made an art of it. Even if he could win on his own, it would behoove him to be able to win with the least amount of visible strain and effort. There were many who...even in such a handicapped bout would think it pathetic for a Sith Lord to struggle against an acolyte. The easier he made his victory look, the better. <br><br>And if Temor's teachings gave him the edge he needed to secure a swift and decisive victory he would be indebted to Temor even if only slightly. But beyond that, Temor saw an oppurtunity to guage for himself just how far from the tree of Moros that the apple of Erobas had fallen. Whether Erobas would be an enemy to watch out for, a tool to be used, or maybe...just maybe...an ally to cultivate in the coming years. Surely he couldn't be more than a few more years away from challenging...or backstabbing...his father for control of his House. Why miss a chance to guage the strength and character of the next leader of House Moros? <br><br>He quietly stepped aside, allowing Moros to resume his procession whenever he was ready "Where are my manners? I'm sure you have pressing concerns to attend to and preperations to make. I should let you get back to your business. &nbsp;"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Shattered Empire (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kiyoko</strong> on <strong>03-11-2012, 21:57:17</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Sa'na Aozora<br><strong>Location:</strong> Infront of the academy -&gt; Library<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone, Ren'ava<br><br><hr><br><strong>"It seems...like..I will take a walk."</strong> In truth, she was already tired of the gathering and the amount of high-ego Darths in the area. She wished some place else to go, be at peace, in silence. Almost Jedi-like in nature. She tried various areas, some that won't have silence in them at all, yet she still ventured to them. She first entered the cantina, it was oddly quite populated in there. <strong>"No.."</strong> She muttered to herself before moving up to ther training rooms. Again, this would be full of initiates training to make sure they try to win the little contest planned. <strong>"These'll be dead in the hour.."</strong> She once more mutters to herself before eventually stumbling across the old library she seldom visited. It indeed was, very quiet. "<strong>This'll do. At least I am away from the crowds." </strong><br><br>The Chiss picks a secluded corner and begins to meditate, but her focus is disturbed at she feels the odd force energies coming from deeper into the room. she slowly follow the trail and eventually stumbed across Ren'ava, nott hat she recognised this person. She'd be in a position where she'd try to be behind the person, watching with a smirk and leaning on the wall/rack of books next to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Shattered Empire (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 14:29:56</strong>
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				Anrynn nodded as she listened to Moros. “Against one another, yes, I can see how that would be a more equitable contest.” She considered. “The chance to match with an equal is always interesting, but only if done in a fair manner. A foe who is ambushed, hobbled or otherwise impaired is no real challenge, the victory hollow and empty.” She shrugged. “Such battles do have their place, mind you. On the battlefield, when at war and the like, expediency is key, and losing a battle for the sake of personal honour is stupid. But this… this is not war.”<br><br>There was another brief click of the lens as it recorded. “With all that being said, I am curious as to the point of this exercise, and who is organising it for what reason” She glanced at Moros again. “I do not mean that in a literal sense; I mean that more in a sense of their overall place in the picture, their goals, their motivations and the like.” Her good eye narrowed as she talked, studying the assembled group. “I have had my share of the petty squabbles and power-plays of our kind, finding them to be self-destructive and ultimately futile. As such, I like to know what I am getting into.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Shattered Empire (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LadyYuna</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 23:52:07</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Xion<br><strong>Place:</strong> Ragnos' Tomb<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Empirical Guard<br><br><br>"Ah ha! Found you slave," the guard said. "And whats this? You are looting a tomb as well? Well that deserves the death penalty."<br>"Shit..." Xion gasped almost dropping the precious artifact she found in Marka Ragnos' tomb. She was so close to getting out without being caught. Her dark pink lekku quivered as her anxiousness rose. She managed to sneak out of the academy in her simple acolyte robes without raising suspicion, but this one guard just would not leave her alone. Ever since her coming to the academy over a year ago she saw this simple guard wherever she went. He always referred to her as a slave because of the past of her peoples. <br>"What do you have there?" the guard said as he walked towards her. "Give it here." <br>"Oh yes sir of course," Xion replied as innocently as she could. She smirked continuing. "But oh I worked so hard to find it, maybe you would at least let me examine it first?"<br>"Shut your mouth and give it to me." the guard retorted.<br>"As you wish," Xion said her smirk becoming a sinister grin. Before he could react she swiftly kicked the guard hard in the stomach and took off running through the cave.<br><br>"Ha what a simpleton," Xion laughed as she ducked behind a large stalagmite. Sitting she took the moment to ignite her glow rod and began to examine the artifact she found. She turned it around in her gloved fingers looking over every inch. It appeared to be a holo disc at first glance, but she could feel the power of the darkside radiating from it like a well of energy. "Could this actually be a data bank left from Ragnos' rule?" she thought to herself. "They told us at the academy that the tombs were cleaned out. I knew that couldn't be true." She continued staring at the disc; suddenly she heard the sound of a vibro-pike being ignited behind her. The heat of it close to the back of her neck.<br><br>"A nice kick slave," a voice behind her said, "but such a weak blow is nothing to the royal empirical guard. Come here." A hand clasped the back of her robes pulling her up easily. She was turned around and was held face to face with the same guard constantly stalking her.<br>"Oh please my lord, don't turn me in." Xion said through tears. " I'll do anything, please." The guard grinned.<br>"Anything you say?" he smiled evilly. "How about you become my slave. Maybe then I will let u go." Xion blushed as she was lowered to her knees in front of the guard. "You know what must be done." Xion looked up at him seeing she was waist high. She sighed.<br>"Yes" Xion said. "Oh course..." She moved in close her hand nearly touching his belt. Xion smiled as she grabbed his belt opening her mouth. A flash exploded from her mouth as force lightning shot forth instantly incinerating the guard turning him into smoldering ash in front of her. <br><br>Xion stood up licking her lips. "All too easy," she said. Tucking the artifact into her robes, she walked to the cave exit laughing to herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Shattered Empire (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yasarra</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 01:59:05</strong>
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				Name: Ren'ava<br>Location: Academy Library<br>Tagging: Anyone, Sa'na Aozora<br><br>Finally, she was certain that she had built up enough energy.&nbsp; Stretching forth her right hand, she released crackling, purple bolts that danced over the smooth, volcanic glass surface, burning away the acid and leaving white etchings that glowed on the surface like the fading embers of a fire.&nbsp; "Perfect..."&nbsp; She was about to congratulate herself when a presence caught her attention.<br><br>Turning, she raised a hand, fingers spread and extending toward the intruder, "State your business."&nbsp; A new face.&nbsp; She didn't recognize this one.&nbsp; "Who are you?"&nbsp; She wasn't so much startled or angry as she was curious.&nbsp; She moved closer to her new creation.&nbsp; It wouldn't do to have it stolen before she had a chance to use it.&nbsp; And it really wouldn't make her happy to have it used on herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Shattered Empire (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odanrav</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 02:41:15</strong>
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				<strong>Erobas, Moros</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Sith Academy: Outer Steps<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Temor, anyone<br><hr><br>Lord Erobas looked upon the Darth with a curious eye. Why would he offer his help to him? What secret plot did he conceal under such obvious forced pleasentries of helpfullness? The thoughts coursed through Erobas' mind. But he put them away&nbsp; ever so slightly as he bowed his head and glanced at his father. "I will do so." He told Temor, agreeing to meet him before the tournament begins the next day.<br><br>"A most generous offer Dominar." Moros turned his head and said in forked tongue gratitude. Truly he despised the thought of a Dominar attempting to council his son in anything, no matter his own jaded feelings for Erobas. "But I'm afraid its time I saw to the rest of the matters here, whats to be done Loans?" Moros asked and hurried off with Overseer Lonas tailing close behind, they walked down into the valley towards the pit.<br><br>Erobas stood there for a moment, and listened to the many other Sith talk amongst themselves and disperse this way and that. Some shot him odd looks which he would meet sternly before turning away. The inside of the academy had changed little, he thought as he walked up the steps and went inside. He made his way to the center of the main chamber and took several moments to look around at his surroundings. The many acolytes running around, and guards standing at their posts. The intricate tapestries and Sith insignias carved along the walls. Erobas wheeled around before heading off for the chambers given to his father upstairs and stepped onto the elevator.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Shattered Empire (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kiyoko</strong> on <strong>08-11-2012, 09:43:07</strong>
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				Name: Sa'na Aozora<br>Location: Library<br>Tagging: Ren'ava, anyone.<br><br><hr><br><strong>"Steady yourself, I'm not a threat to you or your little thing you are working on. I am simply walking around the academy, and as a Sith, I have that right, no?" </strong>The chiss remains still, leaning on the wall watching the other woman, she indeed was only curious at the energies she felt that lured her here.<br><br><strong>"As for who I am? Sa'na Aozora."</strong> She says bluntly, clearly not afraid to tell this woman her identity.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Shattered Empire (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>08-11-2012, 09:54:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/Screenshots/Screenshot_2012-10-29_01_36_58_733242.jpg)<strong><br>Temor (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Sith Academy Library<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Sticking his nose in places<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Ren, Sana, anyone<br><hr></div><br>"It seems that if you don't want sensitive experiments interupted by passerby, you might consider finding a less public place to conduct them. " He said, stepping out of a darkened alcove with barely a sound, despite his armored boots. <br><br>He had continued up himself after his encounter with Moros and his son was concluded. He was on his way to his own chambers to settle in, when he felt the energies massing in the library. His first thought was naturally that some fool apprentice was getting in over their head. Who else would gather those sort of energies in a place where anyone could walk in at any moment and disrupt their concentration? Only someone too impetuous or careless to find a more suitably private location. Such traits do not survive long in any Sith, so it had to be someone young. Someone possibly tampering with forces beyond their reckoning and he should poke in and observe, if only to make sure the fool child did not accidently explode the Academy Library. <br><br>He did not expect the fool child to be such a pretty little thing. Of course that would not take her nearly as far on Korriban as it would most places...especially if she did not learn better discretion. He peered at the subject of her experiment, tilting his head curiously. Sorcery had never been his strong suit. But he had seen enough of it in his time to be familiar with certain aspects of it though. Enough to recognize hints of a Force Walk in some of the texts she had out, and symbols she had placed on the peice of jade. A pretty advanced technique. Perhaps the girl wasn't a total waste if she could work such techniques. <br><br>But there was a great deal more he did not recognize. He was not well versed in Sith Sorcery enough to determine whether this was a normal Force Walk attempt or some variation. His only knowledge of it came from having killed a rogue Sith attempting to use it to bind the ghosts of Naga Sadow and Marka Ragnos to himself. He saw some of these elements in that ritual years ago. The rest he was less sure of. "Were you given leave by your Master, or one of the Overseers to use the Academy Library as your personal laboratory, Apprentice? "<br><br>He spoke with an air of authority. Not so unusual on Korriban perhaps, where half the apprentices and acolytes on the planet already seemed convinced they were amongst the greatest of Sith in the galaxy. But unlike them, he exuded his authority as well, no longer having any need to be subtle about who and what he was. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Shattered Empire (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yasarra</strong> on <strong>08-11-2012, 23:55:52</strong>
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				Name: Ren'ava<br>Location: Library<br>Tagging: Sa'na Aozora, Temor, anyone.<br><br>She relaxed a little and gave her a nod, "I suppose I have been a bit on edge, lately.&nbsp; But when you take as long as I have to gather all the necessary components, all the texts and information you can for a personal project and put so much energy into it, it is hard not to be so...protective."<br><br>She was about to say more when she was interrupted by another presence.&nbsp; Turning to the male, she gave a slight bow, "This seems to be a popular spot today, I see.&nbsp; My name is Ren'ava Ciajin, my Lord.&nbsp; I may no longer be a student, but I remain here to study old rituals.&nbsp; It is my personal hobby; and indeed, it pleases my Master, Darth Venin; to see if I can alter them and create my own, to give them..."&nbsp; She reached for the dagger, lifting it, studying it before she continued, "New purpose."<br><br>And then, she tucked the black blade into her belt.&nbsp; "Aside of my own research, this room has been empty for years.&nbsp; I have permission from the Archivist to use it.&nbsp; It has served as my personal study since I entered into my Master's service.&nbsp; I might have went into the tombs to perform the ritual, but I didn't want to taint it with energies from outside sources.&nbsp; I went to a great deal of trouble to cleanse this room before I began.&nbsp; I expected privacy, that most would be out preparing for either their upcoming competition or undergoing their trials.&nbsp; I certainly wasn't counting on an audience."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Shattered Empire (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>09-11-2012, 20:36:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/Screenshots/Screenshot_2012-10-29_01_36_58_733242.jpg)<strong><br>Temor (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Sith Academy Library<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Sticking his nose in places<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Ren, Sana, anyone<br><hr></div><br>"Venin seems to have loosened the leash on apprentices of late. If you're going to do important work in public places you might at least consider finding a place with a sealable door."&nbsp; <br><br>He turned his gaze more fully on the object of her creation. If this was a Force Walk, then it was indeed sensitive work she was doing. Or at least powerful work"And what is this? &nbsp;"<br><br>the question was deliberately vague. Not betraying how much he already knew so that if she meant to lie to him, she would have to take a chance and assume for herself just what he had already figured out for himself. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Shattered Empire (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yasarra</strong> on <strong>10-11-2012, 00:23:29</strong>
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				Name: Ren'ava<br>Location: Library<br>Tagging: Sa'na Aozora, Temor, anyone.<br><br>"An advantage to the Sith cause if successful, my Lord.&nbsp; It is yet untested."&nbsp; The markings had barely cooled on the blade.&nbsp; "It requires a test subject before I can give you a definitive answer.&nbsp; I had considered checking the cells for a possible deserter.&nbsp; But if I have succeeded, this will strike terror in the Empire's enemies."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Shattered Empire (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>11-11-2012, 11:18:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/Screenshots/Screenshot_2012-10-29_01_36_58_733242.jpg)<strong><br>Temor (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Sith Academy Library<br><strong>Summary:</strong> still being nosy<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Ren, Sana, anyone<br><hr></div><br>He arched a brow. "A bold claim indeed apprentice. By all means, I would like to see you put this to the test. "<br><br>He was not entirely convinced this creation was as big as she beleived, but he was open minded. And why miss a chance to see what new weapon another Darth was adding to their arsenal?&nbsp; He had no existing rivalry with Venin, but these things do have a way of changing. Best to be forwarned, just in case. Who knows? If this was all she said it was, perhaps he might consider poaching her as his own apprentice. While Temor himself might not be master of Sith Sorcery, his House had many accomplished sorcerors and alchemists through it's illustrious history, and all their lore and knowledge was preserved in the Dominar Holocron libraries. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Shattered Empire (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yasarra</strong> on <strong>11-11-2012, 16:50:38</strong>
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				Name: Ren'ava<br>Location: Library<br>Tagging: Temor, Sa'na Aozora, anyone.<br><br>"The reason I said if, my Lord.&nbsp; If this works, it will be something to make the Jedi tremble in their robes." She turned to the pair, "You are, of course, welcome to join me.&nbsp; Allow me to secure my materials and we can proceed to the jail."&nbsp; She turned and began to place things in a chest at the foot of the makeshift altar she had been working on and carefully locked it.&nbsp; No need to leave it out in the open where some unsuspecting acolyte might find it and cause...trouble.<br><br>"There.&nbsp; Now, to the jail."&nbsp; She turned, leading the way, a little smile playing on her lips.&nbsp; If this worked, her Master would be quite pleased.&nbsp; He was no sorcerer, himself, but he had instructed her to stick to her strengths.&nbsp; And sorcery was precisely that, a strength of hers.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Shattered Empire (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kiyoko</strong> on <strong>11-11-2012, 17:35:26</strong>
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				Name: Sa'na Aozora.<br>Location: Library -&gt; Following Ren'ava.<br>Tagging: Ren'ava, Temor, anyone.<br><br><hr><br>The Chiss just watched the two as they converse, feeling no need to interuppt their conversation. Although she was intruiged, yes...very intruiged at this device the apprentice managed to conjure up and indeed wanted to see how it performed in a real scenario. She still doesn't say a word and her arms remain folded, but she stops leaning against the wall, ready to follow the apprentice.<br><br><br>((OOC: Sorry for that short reply, I found it a little difficult to respond.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Shattered Empire (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vaulera</strong> on <strong>11-11-2012, 22:31:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/4aG2d.jpg)</div><strong><strong>Name:</strong> Tala Drass<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Korriban: Landing pad<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Bracken<br></strong><hr><br>Tala took a few steps back when the sith started to squabble, as they tended to do, in their own, quiet, irritating way. She didn't want anything to do with the sith, honestly, but an order was an order and she had to eliminate this Bracken. His face was burned into her mind, and a grin crept onto her lips when she saw the ship land and the arrogant sith lope out. He had a small retinue, but Tala had clearly caught his eye as he walked towards the Academy, not quite as intent as he should. She turned away from the group and made her way to walk close to Bracken, a cold smile on her face. With sith, flattery and honesty were probably best, albeit, a rather roundabout and not entirely literal honesty. Her voice rang like the cold peal of a bell, addressing him with the proper reverence for one of his station. "Lord Bracken, I presume. I would like to have words with you in private, if I may. Away from these crowds might be best, as it is a matter concerning... <em>business</em> of a sort." Her smile was charming, if slightly predatory, her glittering red eyes showing just a hint of malice, as all sith appreciated. Nothing she had said was a lie, and from the way he was sizing her up, it wasn't impossible that this approach would lead to a clean, silent kill.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Shattered Empire (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odanrav</strong> on <strong>13-11-2012, 08:25:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><strong>Braken</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Korriban: Landing Pad<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Tala <div class="floatleft"><hr>Bracken found himself taken aback by the forwardness of this Chiss. What business did she have with him? He was Sith, he had no time for&nbsp; minced words from some Chiss. Likely a slave or some other lower station that didn't matter. He crossed his arms, cocking a curious eyebrow. "And what... business would that be Chiss?" He asked her plainly. The only reply he could muster was to be suspicious. Something was off, but he couldn't point to it. So he stood there looking her up and down. Pretty little thing... wearing strange slave attire though. But easy on the eyes none the less. What was he to do? What was she hinting at? His mind churned in thought, as he didn't even notice Darth Moros with his escort of guards and overseers passing behind him, and going down into the valley below.<br><br><hr><div class="floatleft"><strong>Moros</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Korriban: Valley - The Pit<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Anyone<br><hr>Moros led the group that tailed behind him past the landing pad and down into the valley. Along his way he saw Darth Bracken pulled aside and speaking to some odd Chiss. The sight of which brought a smirk to his face for some odd reason. The most sinister glint in his eye as he turned his gaze back forward. They descended down deeper into the valley weaving through its pathways and towering bowed statues until coming to an opening. A rounded area, seemingly carved into the dirt, suddenly opened in the ground. At least fifteen feet deep, and three or four times more than that wide. On its outer ring were passageways that had been dug out by slaves, so that competetors could enter the arena without having to climb down. <br><br>"My lord, the slaves have worked night and day to get everything ready in time. They are almost complete. Just a few more things and all should be ready." Overseer Lonas said to the Darth at his side, while keeping his face forward, watching a slave work inside the ring. "Good. Make sure everything stays in order Overseer." Moros replied simply as he examined the ring. It would certainly suffice for having acolytes compete with one another inside of easily enough. On the outer ring, at ground level, a waist high bar circled around, and seats were laid out on either side of the ring for the many Lords of the Sith to examine the participants with ease. Truly, Moros thought it was all too simple and not nearly as extravagant as deserved, but it would have to do. Perhaps if he would begin to hold annual events such as this, he could begin to start building the event to something truly remarkable. But that thought was for another time. Lonas was turning to show Moros the tunnels they had the slave excavate leading to the ring, something Moros was none too excited about.</div></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Shattered Empire (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 20:49:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/Screenshots/Screenshot_2012-10-29_01_36_58_733242.jpg)<strong><br>Temor (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Sith Academy Prisons<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Looking for a suitable test subject<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Ren, Sana, anyone<br><hr></div><br>He walked silently alongside her. He was curious enough to have questions, but patient enough to simply wait and see what was going to happen. Action speaks louder than words afterall. His eyes scanned the array of prisoners, slaves, and failed sith gathered here. Nobody he recognized. He knew already the criteria he would use in picking a test subject. Especially if this experiment involved force powers as potent as those she had invoked. But he remained silent, watching, curious to see what criteria she would use in determining who she was going to test this procedure upon. 
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