Looming Darkness

With Korriban, the ancient home world of the Sith, destroyed, the Sith Order have retreated to the sanctuary of the frozen realm of Zoist.
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Looming Darkness

Post by Silas Karn » Fri Oct 23, 2020 9:07 pm

***Energy Trap, 800 Word Requirement***

Reclaiming his title and seeing the increases in knowledge from Tormentous and his apprentice, the Sovereign recused his self to meditations. The living flow of the Force had always been the guiding aspect for Silas. It was this current that the High Priest touched upon once more as he called upon the near-peerless connection to that Force in which he possessed. Almost all that aligned with the ‘Dark Side’ of this flow of limitless energy had focused their efforts entirely on offensive augmentations. However, thanks to the very model by which all imperial officers must stride for Silas had always seen to devising a myriad of defenses. This propensity only magnified as the greater of the two saber forms the Sovereign excelled in aligned greatly with a far more methodical approach to combat. Having mastered Telekinetic Lightsaber combat it seemed to Silas that it lacked a complimentary art. Sovereign’s near-fatal encounter with Kenobi proved further how the least of factors could be debilitating in a singular duel. It was with these factors in mind that Silas sought the guidance of the Force and for perhaps the first time allowed it to guide him as he pursued its secrets.

Untrusting by nature and with plenty of examples of the ruin untethered reliance on the Force creating, Silas had always struggled in this area even as Tormentous exceeded. Yet the thirst for knowledge and the desire not to be made irrelevant by the Dark Lord pushed Silas to give in. After what had seemed an endless quiet the first sparks of inspiration lit the sub consciousness of the High Priest. Looking out from his seated position Silas called the Force to his fingertips. Harnessing the pain and seething hatred born from the unending and unearned perceived wrongs done to the former Lord of Eshan, Sovereign began to focus the energies into a singular point between his hands as he drew them close to another. Hand over hand a sphere of dark energy pooled and was slowly compressed allowing violet light to emanate from the epicenter. The orb swiftly grew to the size of a marble yet with the blast radius matching that of a grenade. The orb glowing visibly while also lacking the refinement for what Sovereign aimed left him quietly somber in contemplation. In moments Silas’s mind was led to his training to mask his own presence within the Force.

Looking down on the gleaming sphere the High Priest removed his right hand and closed his eyes to witness the fruits of his efforts from behind the veil of the mundane. Through the eyes of the Force what Silas held was awash in dark fire. The influence of the art laid bare, its circumference elapsing his own form a stretching outward illuminating the darkness of the void. With a calm detached methodology Silas used his right hand as a focal point to touch upon the orb and reclaim this audacious display. Sweat began to pool upon the forehead of the Sith priest as he formed a seal around the violet flames and recalled them back within their point of origin. Though it strained his mind it did not push Sovereign it was a tolerable measure. Once the gaudy display was sealed and withdrawn to match the size of the orb Silas opened his eyes anew to gauge his efforts. To his great pleasure there was nothing remaining to visibly cue the dangerous energy he had procured through the Force. ‘Only another seer, actively searching with the aid of the Force would be able to detect this technique. Hardly a concern in a pitched battle.’ The High Priest allowed time for his conjecture to process.

Standing up, it was time to determine the utility of the ability as being restrained to his own reach it would be worthless to the Sovereign. Placement and detonation were the two remaining goals for Silas. To aid in practice Sovereign loosened his control over the gathered energy enough to allow it to be seen without the aid of the Force. The gloomy jewel swiftly revealed itself within Silas’s outstretched palm. With the thinnest possible connection Sovereign bound the energy to his self and then cast it outward from his position. Managing to hold the jewel aloft, but not without issue, the High Priest struggled to withdraw his continual manipulations of the orb without allowing it to either fall or detonate. Two meters from Silas’s own body the capsule of energy gleamed defiantly back as the Sovereign puzzled through the means to fulfill the final requirements of the technique. With the understanding that it was an art reliant on the Dark Side of the Force Silas contemplated marking its position with a measure of sorcery.

However, this simply lead back to the unwieldy nature of the art once more getting in the way of its intended purpose. Finally, if out of frustration if nothing else, the High Priest recalled the orb and calcified the concentrated energy into a gemstone (Sith Sorcery). Holding the stone aloft, Sovereign allowed his focus to fade and his eyes to close as he meditated. Minutes passed as Silas sought the Force for the necessary insight to complete the technique that seemed to elude him. The High Priest’s own treacherous nature finally delivered the missing component. ‘Of course, why wouldn’t this be solved in like manner?’ Silas posed as he reopened his eyes. With radiant light the stone Sovereign held quickly regained its former ephemeral nature (Sith Sorcery). Making yet another attempt to cast the orb from his body, this time Sovereign conceded the slightest measure of his own life’s essence to feed the dark jewel (Manipulate Life). The priest was sure that the technique could easily be employed without such an advanced art fueling its creation. However, Silas was quite skeptical that such a snare could work without a constant connection and subsequent mental fatigue associated with manipulating the Force. Such drawbacks would render an otherwise outstanding art near-useless in combat. After adding the portion of his own being, albeit minute in nature, Sovereign then willed the orb to depart his hand. Bearing a portion of his own life energy the sphere was able to be controlled by little more than a thought and slight concentration in order to command its movement. This advance pleased the Sith priest who allowed a grin as he positioned the orb three meters in the distance at the height of his hip. Next, Silas recalled the orb in like fashion to once more conceal its existence from the naked eye.

To ensure the sphere arrived back at his target, Silas focused a moment and looked upon its glory within the Force accessing the true sight few adepts even possess. Though as before Silas could not wholly conceal the energies within this domain he did succeed in sealing it off to its former status as a gleaming jewel. The violet light now encased a deep red fire, likely the Sovereign’s own addition to the glowing energies. Concentrating on the position of the orb, Silas then returned it to its spot three meters from his outstretched hand. Releasing his focus and allowing the mundane realm of the physical to filter back through his natural eyes Silas witness the absence of the sphere. Once placed it seemed the Priest could no longer move it so easily. Yet, allowing an arrogant smile to course his countenance the Sovereign then clasped the fingers of his outstretched hand together into a fist and with such action focused his will. In a violent burst of light the entrenched sphere erupted in a dark spectrum of light. The concussive force of the blast met Silas’s hand, seemingly dispersing in a rapid stream of wind. Sovereign's efforts had born fruit.

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Re: Looming Darkness

Post by Silas Karn » Tue Oct 27, 2020 9:48 pm

***Create Light, 100 Word Requirement***

Sitting down upon a broken chair in the quiet dark of the filthy hovel that he had allocated whilst slaves poured their efforts into creating his new keep Sovereign mused upon his earlier studies in the Force. Mastering the capacity to drain light and create darkness had opened up to a much greater gift. So what would the polar opposite accomplish? With a deep breath and quiet resolve Sovereign touched upon the endless tributaries of the Living Force and reached the apex of the near-peerless connection he held with it. Calling forth a surge of supernatural energy to each of his hands the High Priest culled the dim light that still remained within the small antechamber. Warmth filed his grasp as the Sovereign concentrated on the amassed energies and began focusing the strength of the Force he had called forth and magnifying its presence. In time small pin-hole sized rays of light began to radiate from Sovereign’s palms. The moment Sovereign’s efforts began to succeed the crafty adept pooled the cycles of experience as an adept into ramping up the methodology. Soon the stale air was filled with radiant light emanating from Silas’s hands. Never satisfied with the root efforts of an ability within the Force, Sovereign recalled the burst of luminous and focused it to one hand. The concentration began to swiftly magnify the output to the point that the Sovereign his-self had to avert his own eyes. A final manipulation was in order as Silas compressed the energy down to just the pointer finger on his right hand and with great focus looked to the far wall. With greater control the Sovereign released the energy in a singular ray held in uniform measure from its origin to its terminating point. Releasing his hold over the Force the darkness once more claimed the small chamber as Sovereign returned to his quiet contemplations. What would this success yield?

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Re: Looming Darkness

Post by Silas Karn » Sat Nov 14, 2020 3:53 pm

***Detoxify Poison, 300 Word Requirement***

Learning the power of affliction had already given Sovereign pause and now with his return to the Sith placed the priest on the same system as Tormentous’s war mount. Kraujas Ntima’s spines poised enough threat that added to the possibility of another Sith mastering affliction and turning its power upon Sovereign left his otherwise endless lifespan could be placed in jeopardy. With a single requisition Silas had acquired an assortment of poisons prepped in syringes. Understanding just how the process to defeat these vials could backfire the Sovereign sat in the cold dark of his chambers meditating. A simple channeling of the Force would be insufficient to the task. A near-lethal dose from the first of the poisons would be necessary to test the capacity of the Force to negate its effects. With no patience for further precautions the priest took the weakest of these poisons and injected it directly into his own body. Immediately the Sovereign felt as if a plasma cutter had been applied to his left forearm. Sweating profusely the priest struggled to ignore the pain long enough to touch upon the Force and through its strength mitigate the draw on his focus (Control Pain). With the immediate threat dealt with the Sovereign turned his attention to the spreading toxin that threatened to claim his life. Channeling the flow of the Force and directing it to the infiltrating poison the priest focused the entirety of his being on the subtle flow of the supernatural energy. Manipulating the Force to burn the toxin away was simplistic by comparison to locating and encompassing its presence within the Sovereign’s body. Yet, even this required control far beyond the level of most acolytes. Without a direct draw on the Sovereign's mind he managed to direct the Force through his body with great precision. Disturbing to the priest was the level of effort necessary to combine the methods considering the situations that may present a likelihood of this new art.

Satisfied with the mechanics of the technique the High Priest took a short reprieve to rest his mind from his exertions. Though mastery would require the use of the technique while in combat or other similar hostile environments Sovereign elected to resume his training with a lethal dose of a neurotoxin. The poison was likely the most dangerous toxin to a Force practitioner as it sought to eat away the very source of their power. Even the Sovereign was given pause as he could sense in detail the danger the next vial held. Undaunted the priest injected the toxin and swiftly sought to channel the Force to counteract the rapid inebriation that would soon take his senses. Sweat poured from the High Priest’s brow as the poison spread swiftly and its effects bit away at his focus. Directing the Force became labored with every moment longer under the influence of the poison threatening to sever the priest's control. Even as Sovereign used the Force to burn away the toxin throbbing headaches soon claimed his mind and threatened his control. The subtle movement of the Force was aided as the priest raised his right hand as a focus and directed the flow as precisely as possible. Though the lethality of the poison was dispersed early on with the Force the spread of its effects seemed to continue unabated. Pounding pangs of immense pain slammed the consciousness of the Sovereign as the priest trembled under the strain. Even controlling the pain with the Force became untenable as its effects worked to rob the priest of his life. It was soon apparent that the pace at which he fought the poison would soon see the Sovereign defeated by the loss of his consciousness. Encompassing the remnants of the toxin with the last great act of his will, the High Priest burned away the last of the poison with immense effort and minute subtle manipulation of the Force. Even with such success the burden felled the priest to the floor unconscious of his victory.

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Re: Looming Darkness

Post by Silas Karn » Wed Feb 17, 2021 6:57 pm

***Science of Darkness, 800 Word Requirement***

It had begun with the forging of the ritual infused plating of his armor. Or perhaps recognition of the accomplishments of both Tormentous and Warvanus in creating true Sith Swords. Yet once his forge had been relocated to adjoin his temporary sanctum it seemed the Sovereign could rest no longer. Great acts of sorcery had been conducted by the three Sith Lords and in such laid bare the path Silas had been to averse of traveling. With almost unchecked authority as High Priest requisitions of all available materials and artifacts within the ownership of the Sith Order were assembled before the forge. Beyond this however, circuitry and advance equipment capable of modifying such technological advancements were also assembled. Knowing the limits of his own understanding in scientific fields Silas called for the few renown engineers and technicians the Sith could afford to pull from their duties.

Finally, as the craft he sought to master was beyond mere forging or data compiling the Sovereign sat and meditated at the center of the room. Calling upon the domain of the Sith’s greatest source of power and knowledge Silas donned his helmet and allowed the ancient tongue to speak within the depths of his consciousness (Sith Sorcery). Translating the words that were spoken was no small feat. The feel of what was gleaned was to start at the most basic level possible. Gathering a small jewel and setting it into an amulet. Selecting a ruby to be placed upon a gold catch and bonding the gold to a feather light alloy was the first step. Working with the few that had been assembled Sovereign gave instruction for how he wanted the materials to be shaped. Once finished the amulet was polished and adorned with a silver chain. At this step there was no further use of the Force necessary nor dark enchantment to be placed on the bauble. However the priest sought the darkness for further inquiry, deeper knowledge, and most of all the secrets necessary to accomplish his task the fulfillment of which would guide the Sovereign in the coming hours.

Setting aside the amulet, the technicians were brought forth. “I want to start with a simple single channel circuit. The most basic functionality to be crafted into this amulet. Powered by the smallest, yet easily replaceable power source you can muster.” Working together with the engineers the amulet was reworked, the jewel removed and embedded circuitry like that described by Silas installed. Once the jewel was restored it was laminated once the circuit was activated by a button no more than a few millimeters in circumference. ‘Truly the most basic functionality. But how does this cross into the realm of the supernatural?” Further mediation was required with staff filing in an out as necessary. “I understand now…” Removing the jewel from its setting once more Sovereign had the current configuration melted down into slag and began anew. This time it was not with the physical hand that the amulet was forged but by the immense might of the Force (Darkside Alchemy). Channeling his sorcery into his work and transmuting the materials to reclaim their original form it was by the Sovereign’s own hand that the circuit was re-forged.

This was quite difficult and required ritual and preparation for the table to which the amulet’s core was to be remade. Requisitions were made for four stock animals to be brought to the temporary sanctum and sacrificed. Their blood was then channeled into individual crystals. Amidst the dim glow of the crystals the amulet was slowly recrafted almost as if it were clay. Reshaping the alloys and resetting the circuitry the Sovereign recognized a mistake in the blueprint given for the electronics. Calling for the staff the priest directed the technicians in adding a second channel to the circuitry alongside a modest scanner and enough memory to store a database. Additionally wireless feedback was added to the design. Of course this required yet another teardown. Learning from his mistakes the Sovereign slowed his pace and segmented the materials such that the additional components could be grafted into the amulet.

Assembling the newly transmuted components and setting the gemstone the Sovereign tested the device scanning the nearest engineer. The light within the gemstone was not unlike how it had been before. Next he had a technician perform a scan of his own body. However, to his disdain the light had not altered its appearance and the information gleaned was mundane. Not understanding what the priest was after the staff could assist the Sovereign no longer and as such were sent away. Sitting down in meditation Silas sought the answer to his contemplations. ‘They would never grasp the monumental achievement I seek. A perfect merger of alchemy and technology. This one prototype could give form to a new manner of warfare against the Jedi.’ Recovering from the fatigue of his efforts, though still bound to his sorcery, Sovereign acquired the insight necessary to allow his invention to work…at least on the most basic of levels.

“All the components are functioning and assembled, it is to me now to alter their scope,” the priest spoke as he tinkered with his creation. With the knowledge he had gained from the engineers the Sovereign reworked the housing for the gemstone and brought apart each layer of the alloys to which it was set. With each component segmented Silas removed the ruby and in its replacement took one of the four crystals he had formed. Transmuting the shape of the crystal to match that of the gemstone he had taken out of the equation the Sovereign then reworked the circuits that were embedded in the inner frame of the amulet. With these efforts accomplished the priest tarried in reforming his craft. Instead he gathered a few technicians and began alter the scanning program itself.

“The hurdle that must be surmounted now is to link the technology with the crystal. To register its resonance in a scan of an individual,” Silas explained. Still in the dark as to his ultimate objective the task of matching the frequency and developing a readout of such was not within the vast capabilities of those the High Priest had assembled. Even as the host pleaded with the priest he did not yield, simply screening what useful data and technical expertise he could, as he himself began to optimize the scanning program. With nothing further to contribute Silas dismissed the host and turned away further rotations of staff. Mere technology and engineering could not claim victory in this task. Finally after several more hours of tinkering the High Priest came to the final needed component of the build. ‘The scan, the very light emitted to conduct the scan, it has to match the energies of the crystal. That way when an individual possessing the desired traits is detected the emitted waves should resonate within the crystal itself.’

Silas contemplated as he began to rework the lens and emitter for the scanner. The functionality of the scanner would remain the same. Simple power source, wireless transmissions, and hard coding of the scan program. However, the added feature-set of detection for the frequency resonance within a subject and the readout both from the physical device and the databank which would be housed on Moraband was now fully realized. Or that was the hope as the Sovereign carefully reassembled the various casings, circuits, and gem setting of the prototype. Once more whole the priest summoned an acolyte and a common slave. First, the Sovereign tested his new amulet on the slave. All the normal readings were saved but no response came from the crystal. Next was the Sith warrior.

Silas could actually feel his own apprehension bearing down on him and his anxiety rise as he performed the scan. To the Sovereign’s elation the crystal gleamed, almost glowing with an unnatural light. Additionally, the reading linked back to his datapad revealed a positive for the condition he had set. The presence of the Force, or perhaps its residual energies, it was hard to tell what allowed the alchemical creation to resonate with the individual. However what was clear was that a common man or woman that remained unconnected to its flow did not resonate. Additionally, the amulet was a mere prototype. While likely impossible to mass produce due to the stringent requirements of the build. A streamlined creation could be incorporated into an acting commander’s loadout for incursions abroad. “The harmony of science and the dark side of the Force,” the priest muttered before sapping the lives of both participants. In time the Sovereign would hunt down every individual that had helped forge the amulet and either enthrall or slay them. “None save for the Dark Lord would be privy to this work,” the Sovereign all but cackled as he dismantled the very installations that had brought forth his creation.

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Re: Looming Darkness

Post by Silas Karn » Fri Apr 16, 2021 8:23 pm

***Combustion, 900 Word Requirement***

Silas sat down to meditate in front of four chosen test subjects, slaves of various sorts. With the myriad of large scale battles the Sovereign now sought to widen his pool of abilities to include more proper forms of crowd control. As such Silas now closed his eyes and calmed his mind to prepare for such a task. Though Tormentous had employed a vastly primal and overwhelming art in the powerful volley of darkness that was capable of immense explosions it was actually from Warvanus that Silas derived his inspiration. Lacking the reserves of stamina the Dxun born warrior to whom he served the Sovereign saw in the capacity of the dark side to enact explosive burst with far more minimal expenditure to be enticing. Combustion, as it was known, required far more refined manipulation than raw potency in its implementation. Touching upon the glowing embers of cycles of frustration and unrivaled indignation solely unique to his personal history Silas called not just upon the Force but channeled its currents with these powerful emotions. This inner cauldron soon reverberated with darkness. The sublime draw of the Dark Side filled Silas’s being, bringing the High Priest far beyond what would have remained as the limits of his connection to the Force.

Opening his eyes with renewed potency and focus the Sovereign raised his right hand. Simulating the ability as he had witnessed it the priest subjugated the Force as sparks leapt from his fingertips. Arrogantly the Sovereign deigned to succeed in a singular attempt and was for a short moment rightfully proud as the Force obeyed his dark designs. ‘How simple, far greater ease in this than lightning demands,’ the priest contemplated. This was such a triumph that the priest did not perceive the magnitude of his accomplishment as the first rush of fire meeting said sparks erupted and blotted out his sight in a magnificent explosion. It was not that the Sovereign lacked a high degree of control that the technique backfired with such impressive totality. As flames consumed the body of the High Priest he immediately realized the depth of finesse the art truly demanded. The plating on his chest and arms soon glowed, his cape was rent, the armor-weave charred, as the Sovereign through great pains extinguished the remnants of his failure. “Had I placed any greater strength in that casting I may have succeeded in slaying myself outright. The sheer might of this art and the potential precision in its use far exceeds my expectations,” Silas noted in choked breaths as he reclaimed his position on the floor.

Noting the loss of his hair and the burns that had scarred his face the Sovereign took far greater care in the activation of the technique. Focusing the flow of the Force through his body and limiting its release to only the pointer-finger of his right hand Silas sought the smallest manifestation of the art possible. Regardless this effort nearly lost the High Priest his right hand as the moment the channeled energies departed his finger the air ignited in a spherical burst of dark fire. It was in this defeat that the Sovereign began to formulate a new working understanding of the delivery of the now coveted ability. “Perhaps attempting to simulate the art in the same manner as lightning, to deliver the attack from the practitioner’s body is fundamentally unsound. It is certainly not going to be achievable as things stand.” Silas spoke aloud without a soul to converse with. Standing up the priest performed temporary repairs to his hand as he soon took an unused vial set and placed them down upon a table in front of him.

Standing a meter’s distance away Silas recovered his focus and drew the full measure of the powerful emotions alongside a renewed flow of the Force to his left hand. Learning from the horrific damages incurred upon him, the Sovereign narrowed his senses upon the unused vials. ‘Obviously this art requires a proper target more akin to reaching out with telekinesis than a mere discharge of power,’ the priest mused as he readied his self for his next attempt. Concentrating on releasing the stored energies only upon the vials Silas slowly reached out through the Force and almost wincing in anticipation transferred the payload in a single volley. To the Sovereign’s dismay sparks once more leapt from his lone uninjured hand, yet, instead of an immediate eruption the energy dispersed. The vials soon grew red hot and then burst in a vibrant explosion of blacken flames. The circumference of the blast radius was far more controlled, yet fragments of super-heated glass shot out in all directions. Several shards embedded themselves in Silas’s face and neck even as the Echani swiftly attempted to guard his self. Despite the need for further medical attention the Sovereign was well pleased by the first successful implementation of the powerful technique.

‘The next step must be testing the distance and magnitude of the effect I am capable of inducing,’ Silas mused as he placed a small empty chest on the table. Backing away from the table the Sovereign put an additional nine meters distance from the chest. With ten meters in distance the High Priest believed any incendiary would no longer reach him yet the chest would still within the range of his reach through the Force. Gathering his anger and frustration from the great degree of injuries he had sustained in learning the technique Silas channeled from the wellspring of his peerless connection to the Force and immense offering of supernatural energy. With immense precision the Sovereign casted the gathered power with a swing of his left arm. The destructive blast shattered the wall behind the table, consumed the table, and shattered the ground beneath the table. The immense potency of the art once more took the disciplined Sith off guard, despite being readied for a potential eruption mirroring the results of the very last test, with the shockwave slamming Silas backward and the Echani losing consciousness. Small flames sparking from embers within the ruined table drew Silas’s senses back to him. The damage the Sith had sustained required a lengthy respite for the priest to recover at least in part from his injuries.

Once able to compose his self once more the Sovereign took his efforts beyond his holdings and gathered an array of targets fifteen meters from a new starting position. The first, and easiest to aim for was a thin sheet of durasteel. Calming his mind a moment before drawing out the powerful emotions necessary to call upon the dark side of the Force Silas channeled and refined the output of the energies to his newly mended right hand. Pinpointing the release of the supernatural might at a single point on the wall as to avoid the premise of his first failing, Silas watched in awe as the metal rapidly altered hue before exploding in sphere of dark fire. The radius of effect was tremendous with the target compared. With tests on small containers, animals, even a few slaves, Silas determined that the potential radius was determined by the mass he attempted to induce. ‘Then a final test should be the minimum, the most controlled use of the art. This should be interesting considering the recoil from just a small vial in my earlier effort.’ The priest mused as he adorned a small fencing structure with a manual lock. With the potential field use of a controlled breach the variation had very practical implications. However, as the art was not manifested in the same manner as one would wield pyrokinesis most stealth applications were likely to fail.

Recognizing this the Sith Lord took to a low yield and slower discharge approach and focused on a perceived weak-point in the lock. Sparks and a minute plume of black smoke snapped from the hardened steel of the manual lock in response to Silas’s efforts but even as the steel reddened it did not yield to this lesser effort. ‘I see, the threshold must be quite difficult to gauge between an undesired eruption and a controlled explosion,’ the priest mused as he readied for another attempt. This time the Sovereign gathered the fingers of his right hand in as if to snap his fingers. In union with this alteration the Sith Lord harnessed his focus once more upon the weakest point of the lock. With a synchronized effort Silas snapped his fingers as he released the larger channeling of energies directly upon the focal point of the lock. A shadow coursed over the metal as it erupted from within with a resounding crackle. The unholy fire leapt in a small, brief display much to the pleasure of the now quite weary Sith. ‘This art will take cycles to fully perfect. Yet I have fulfillment.’

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Re: Looming Darkness

Post by Silas Karn » Fri May 07, 2021 10:01 pm

***Pyrokinesis, 300 Word Requirement***

Seeing Blood fall as the former Dark Lord in the manner by which Tormentous took him apart had lit the sparks of a new capacity within the Force for Silas. The basics of which were incredibly simple yet the master of said ability could grant a great breadth of far more complex utility. For this skill the Sovereign set upon his table three candles lit and set a half meter between one another. Unlike the mighty art of combustion this ability would require a continuous connection through the Force and the channeling efficiency used in techniques like lightning or life manipulation. Standing in front of the table the High Priest closed his eyes and focused his will towards summoning the full breadth of his near-peerless symbiosis with the Living Force. Filling his core with the supernatural essence Silas slowly channeled a finely controlled current to his fingertips.

Averse to the hardships endured during his training with combustion Silas reached out with the most minimal influence he could muster. Regardless of his intentions the experience with the far more explosive technique resulted in a flamboyant display the moment his reach touched upon the first candle. Silas’s eyes snapped open as a vibrant yellow flame burst outward in a sharp burst. However, unlike that former lesson the damage was inconsequential. Recognizing the need for finer control when influencing the flame, Silas altered the manner to which the Force touched upon the flame. Encompassing the fire within a sphere of his influence the Sovereign slowly altered the size of the flame. Feeding the light above the candle with a slow increase of fuel the fire leapt upwards as if to reach out for the source before being returned to normal as Silas released his hold. The next step was to see if the timid candlelight could be extended across the three candles. Sweeping his hand across the three flames their fire was drawn to close the gaps.

Yet, the fire swiftly reclaimed its former position as Silas’s hand finished its movement. Having gained both greater control and understanding Silas envisioned the next step of progression. Centering his self between the candles then drew his hands close together. Drawing the flames of the three candles through the influence of the Force and forming a sphere Silas saw some success only for the gathered fire to flicker out with a resounding snap. Between the earlier faint success with drawing fire across the three candles and now the collapse of the orb it was apparent that Silas had held too much back in his efforts. Remaining careful to form a field of influence around the flames rather than simply pouring energy directly into the fire, Silas made a second attempt. Drawing the warm light of the candles into a sphere of pure flame.

Sweat began to bead upon his brow as the continued strain from maintaining his focus and the currents of the Force during Silas’s exercises. Allowing the orb to flicker out once more a final test was in order. With the true inspiration behind learning this ability in mind as Silas set his thoughts on the task the priest drew the flame from a single candle and set it upon his open left hand. Using his right hand to direct the movement of the fire Silas tested the possibility of enhancing his martial prowess with this new art. Much to the Sovereign’s chagrin as the fire was formed of the Force or some other source its heat was that of any other flame and charred his hand causing him to recoil. Undeterred, Silas covered his left hand with a heavy gauntlet to further his efforts. Once more the Sovereign called upon the Force to direct the small flame from the center candlestick with his left hand back upon his now armored hand. Attaching the fire to the gauntlet a sly grin coursed Silas’s face. It would take further training and actual combat to fully realize but the premise was sound. Extending his right arm the High Priest released the fire out from his now charred fist. “Equilibrium once more…”

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Re: Looming Darkness

Post by Silas Karn » Thu Jun 10, 2021 5:46 pm

***Null Gravity, 700 Word Requirement***

A large granite table held four durasteel cubes each with increasing size as one viewed them from left to right. The final block weighed in at half a ton. The purpose of these objects was not directly in their weight but what that represented in the tangible effect to what Silas now sought to achieve. Sitting cross-legged on the ground where he had drawn a ritual circle the Sovereign began to meditate. Even before attempting to influence the test subjects Silas knew this art could not be brute forced. Instead, as the Sovereign calmly called upon the sublime connection he held with the Force, Silas approached this technique as he had with battle meditation and the capacity to influence weather. Rather than channeling immense quantities of supernatural energy to fuel a radical new art, this ability would require subtle manipulation encompassing a wide area. Reaching out through the living waters of the Force, Silas worked to form a small cylinder of influence encompassing the first cube.

Envisioning the weightless panorama he wished to create the priest held firm his hold over the territory of his influence as he strained to maintain the peak of his connection. Shards of stone splintered out from under the cube as unexpectedly the priest’s influence produced the reverse of his intent. Noting that there had been success in manipulating the gravity within the cylinder of his influence Silas began to theorize how the interaction of the Force had functioned. Using the experience of his training manipulating the particles necessary to procure fire alongside the known limits of the Force’s capacity to influence the environment the Sovereign attempted to refine the effort and in like manner reverse the end result. Yet even as Silas strained against the limits of his control of the Force all that he was rewarded with was the collapse of the desk as the cube slammed to the floor. Bewildered by the apparent increase in actual influence of his environment bearing simultaneous opposite reactions to his efforts Silas halted his exertions and took to meditation.

It was obvious that the priest was missing a key element in making the technique function properly. Slowly Silas devised an alternative to his prior attempts. To keep a constant Silas reached out through the Force and carefully formed a territory of his influence mirroring the prior two attempts. However, it was here Silas decided to hold firm, close his eyes, and very deliberately began his manipulations as he had previously. This time Silas halted almost as soon as he began. Understanding that this process magnified rather than voided gravity Silas allowed his peerless senses to detect the subtle shift as he applied his power upon the space. It was like sifting sand for a gemstone, parsing the alteration of gravity’s influence in relation to touch of the Force within the domain of his influence. As minutes slipped by with this tireless effort Silas eventually discovered the flaw inherent in the art that had stolen away success from him.

‘It seems this requires both the steady hand of larger scale manipulation alongside the powerful induction of one’s target by direct influence working together. This is perhaps the most challenging mechanically of any ability I have ever sought to master,’ Silas calculated in utter silence. Opening his eyes once more Silas dispersed his prior attempt. With new insight Silas reached out through the Force searching for the epicenter of its current through the large room. Touching upon the supernatural heart of his surroundings Silas held back on adding further to his efforts. With long deep breaths the Sovereign steadied himself, fighting back against instinct, allowing time to grow accustomed to the newly minted connection. Holding the bond with increasingly minimal exertion Silas eventually felt comfortable raising his right hand outward and cautiously bore down on the room with his will and by equal measure the Force.

As expected this new energy simply resulted in a pressure literally bearing down upon the Sovereign’s shoulders almost a steady hand’s reminder in weight. However, taking into account all of his previous work and estimations it was then that Silas took greater hold over the epicenter of the Force’s flow and guided gravity’s hand in another direction. As the weight lifted a rush of elation swept over Silas. Yet for what success there was the effort and finesse involved was monumental. Allowing greater amounts of energy to course through the currents of his body and discharge into the room seemed to demand exponentially larger focus and refinement of the current’s epicenter to match. Regardless it was at this plateau that Silas lifted from his position and walked to the cube that had held his earlier focus. Picking up the cube, Silas then allowed his hand to lose hold of the stone. Revealing how much further his mastery had to go to even be usable the cube, though not immediately, gently floated down to the ground.

This did not detour but rather bolstered Silas’s resolve. Taking several moments to recover his stamina Silas held both hands together and gathered a massive release of supernatural energy, channeling the Force through the currents of his body. Looking to the heart of the Force’s flow through the room Silas mastered the strongest connection he could manage before releasing the focused energy in a huge burst. Silas understood this to be his current limit as his breath began to become ragged from the immense exertion necessary to maintain his hold of the technique. Regardless a final test of this stage of the art was needed as Silas once more picked up the cube. To his great joy upon releasing the stone this time the cube floated weightlessly only shifting from its position by the momentum given it upon its release. Of course the success only highlighted how woefully Silas needed a field test and incredibly jumps in refinement of the technique. A day later and a change of scenery Silas ascended to the peak of his tower.

The remaining duration of his training would have two goals, to walk out from the tower un-assailed by Moraband’s gravity, and to bring the energy efficiency of the technique to the point of usability in combat. To Silas both issues were rooted in the same problem. The exertion necessary to use the technique had been born of the manner to which Silas had succeeded in its use. However, relying on such a broad touch that it required the very core of the Force’s flow through the environment would be far too taxing to use swiftly. The slower any such gift implementation the less useful in battle to the point that some arts within the Force being completely unsuitable. Harkening back to the first attempt with the technique Silas sought to only open a sphere of influence surrounding his form. With a days’ study and intense training and use under his belt Silas mused that using the heart of the Force’s flow through this sphere of influence that a far smaller scale variation of the art could be manifested.

The current of the Force that ran through Silas’s body and the constant movement of its energy out in even waves within the sphere remained a draw against his mind. Yet with this much smaller domain the critical epicenter of the Force’s flow was far easier to locate and influence moreso with the territory growing out from his body. The time for conjecture had ceased as Silas readied his self for a sink or swim trial run. Exerting great pressure upon his will Silas enveloped the entirety of his being with the Force as he formed the sphere and walked toward the edge of his tower’s summit. Turbulent winds crashed against this peak filling Silas with a sense of forebode as he took a proverbial leap of faith stepping out to be supported by nothing but air. Though this final test could have been conducted by not more than a few meters dip the arrogance and drive of the High Priest demanded it be done with death awaiting any potential failure.

Regardless Silas’s efforts held true as the priest’s body was suspended in limited motion carried only by his former momentum. Of course this phenomenal success only bellied the lethality of the situation. From this incredible height the Sovereign would now need to slowly diminish the potency of the technique that had voided the gravity around him. This masterful feat of control was necessary in allowing a measured descent rather than freefall. Though the scenario had developed as something of an oversight by the Sovereign arriving on solid ground once more would allow a far greater degree of control should he succeed. As great winds swept over him Silas cautiously slowed the current of Force that had been flowing from him and filling the sphere of his influence. Immediately gravity seemed to chain itself to his legs as the Sovereign found himself dragged downward at increasing speed.

The image of floating down gracefully seemed to vanish from his thoughts as the reality of the finite tipping point between being within gravity’s clutches or being rid of its influence seemed too precise. Fifty meters passed and Silas was forced to renew the maximized output to void gravity around him. However, his existing momentum did not abate. This issue would not abate even given the next hundred meters distance the energy already acted upon the Sovereign continued to carry him to the ground. Though far from any terminal velocity the fall if left as it was would likely cripple Silas and leave him in dire need of medical attention. A myriad of solutions seemed out of reach as nullifying any additional push from gravity required the totality of Silas’s commitment and focus. With little else as options Silas waited until a mere 30 meters separated his self from crushing failure. Releasing the gravity nullification entirely and pouring everything into the powerful landings offered through the Force Jump ability. Managing to slow his already manipulated falling momentum just enough that the resulting halt only forced Silas to one knee as he stopped. The powerful thud of his arrival was accompanied by the single knee digging into the earth leaving Silas with a multitude of fractures but little else in damage. The monumental quantity of manipulations within the Force needed to survive the descent from his tower would prove instrumental in the full mastery of the new technique for Silas.

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Re: Looming Darkness

Post by Silas Karn » Sat Jun 12, 2021 6:54 pm

***Sith Sword, 1250 Word Requirement***

The secret of the Jidai Maras had been a boon in more ways than one. Though the Sovereign had ever been wary of forging a full set of armor bearing the same low-level sentience that the famed blade seemed to possess, for fear of being incased in the mind of another, Silas was more than willing to pour the totality of his skill into a weapon. The primary components needed to achieve such a relic had not only been disputed by the High Priest but had also required a quest on its own to acquire. The ore that Tormentous had used in his own sword, Beskar, was simply unacceptable to an Echani. In its place the former battlemaster had requisitioned the purest blocks of both Phrik and Cortosis credits could offer. Between raids and a decade’s worth of nobility during his reign on Eshan such monetary matters were trivial. The alloy this would yield would be far lighter in weight while possessing the strengths of both metals.

Effectively, once blended it would yield a striking contrast to the Dark Lord’s blade while maintaining the same level of strength. Beyond the metals, fine sand from Moraband needed for the kiln and the three vials of blood that were considerably far more difficult to acquire. In fact the subject of the two vials that would join Silas’s own was likely to stir galactic tensions. Though Silas had already assembled all other components he had left these two vials empty and would fill them just prior to the merger of the metals. Before he began the Sovereign carved two ritual circles before two symmetrically assembled pedestals, each possessing one of the empty vials alongside a medical knife. To his left was a voiding ward in like creation to that which had removed the presence of the Force from both the Sovereign and the Dark Lord prior to their venture to Bastion. On Silas’s right he had devised a cleansing from the voiding ward such that exposure to the ritual circle would restore his connection to the Force.

A third and final circle overlooked the crucible meant for combining each component into a final alloy. Looking at the defiant amethyst eyes of his former queen the Sovereign began to speak. “The craft that I seek, the relic forged, an artifact that may survive the degradation of time itself. At its heart is blood. One Loved, one hated, and one’s own.” With trepidation the Sovereign began by entering the voiding ring, sundering the presence of the Force from within him. With hues of pure sapphire Silas beheld the one being he had ever given his heart to. With a shaky hand Silas took the small blade and the empty vial from the pedestal as he approached Idaan. “Without a doubt severed from the darkness, removed from the ‘Sovereign’ identity I still love you. Despite the long cycles apart I still hold you in my heart.” A pained expression coursed across the faces of both Echani as Silas made a small incision on Idaan’s arm before filling the vial.

No words or rebuke met Silas’s ears and in many ways it felt far more condemning than if Idaan had elected to do so. Almost more painful than if the prideful Thyrsian had struggled against her chains. Waves of regret and uncertainty washed over Silas as he hurriedly replaced the now filled vial and knife on its pedestal of origin. With a troubled mind Silas crossed over to the opposing ritual circle and in so doing restored his connection to the Force. Laughter broke across the air as the Sovereign took hold of the remaining empty vial and its corresponding knife. “The fool woman who handed over everything I had amassed over the course of almost twenty cycles. I don’t understand how the lack of the darkside’s grace would allow any place for you. Our people may be complex in matters of the mind, yet, untethered there can only be hatred for someone that has committed such a beastly act of betrayal!” With seething anger the Sovereign approached the beauty and carved into her a second time, filling the empty vial.

With a degree of pleasure the Sovereign called out through the Force with luminous crimson light piercing into the fair queen’s flesh literally burning her skin in order to close her wounds (Repair). With both vials now filled the Sovereign turned to the most complicated task in the completion of the project. Before allowing his self to enter the final ritual circle the Sovereign clasped his hands together and opened the domain of the Sith’s greatest tool inside the core of his own being (Sith Sorcery). It was a unique variation of the technique that not only directly enhanced his spiritual might through the flood of dark side energies but granted the insight of the great pool from all Sith capable of accessing its domain whom came before him. Donning his helmet the whispers of the ancient Sith language began to fill the Sovereign’s consciousness. Before adding the vials or his own blood the metal, the core of the blade would need to be readied. The first step was to take the slab of Phrik and place it in a crucible filled with the sands of Moraband.

From this the forge would need to be heated to indescribable levels. Vast repositories of minerals would need to be continuously fed into the forge, requiring a great deal of Silas’s stamina. Though the Sovereign could utilize the same modern forge he had when the plates of his armor were created for this, the making of such a potentially eternal artifact, the cruder more ancient means held sway. As such long minutes were spent feeding the great fires of the forge. Once it seemed his efforts had finally produced diminishing returns Silas ceased his efforts and indulged in the whispers and insight offered by the induction of sorcery he had called forth. So many Sith Lords had walked the same path that the Sovereign now found his self on and in this state, basked in the ancestral wisdom of those lords, the priest took the crucible and entombed it within the maw of the forge.

The struggle against the very qualities he had sought in using Phrik would now be the conflict the Sovereign would be forced to endure for the next hour as the forge finally eclipse the melting point for the famed metal. Succeeding in this first step a second crucible was prepared for the block of Cortosis. Repeating the earlier process resulted in two readied crucibles filled with their respective materials. It was in this moment that the Sovereign hesitated as the most crucial step in the forging was to occur. A mold was prepared in order to form the basis for the blade. With a quick order over his com-link Nil arrived to assist in the merger of the two metals necessary to forge the desired alloy. Retrieving both crucibles at the same time Nil and Silas poured the Phrik and Cortosis together leaving only the vials and the Sovereign’s own blood to be added. Dismissing the droid, Nil departed with Idaan in tow, Silas finally stepped into the third ritual circle. With the white hot metals merging together within the mold the Sovereign was assaulted with a craft of his own making.

Straddling the line between his persona’s both all that was Silas removed from the darkside’s influence and all that was the regal Lord Sovereign fully indoctrinated in its potency were housed in simultaneous fashion within the same consciousness. With absolute agony the truth of the art that Tormentous had discovered was made known to the Sovereign. It was not simply the physical acquisition of blood. For such held no power even under the influence of the darkside or manipulated by alchemy. It was the darkest truth of Sith Sorcery at work in its finest form. “The greatest gifts require the largest sacrifices,” the priest noted as he poured the vial from his right hand into the mixture. “The power in blood is that of the life it once granted,” Silas spoke as his shaking left hand poured its vial into the mixture. “The life of a loved one, the life of one who is hated, and one’s own life,” as he spoke the Sovereign removed the gauntlet covering his left arm and proceeded to carve into his wrist.

As the blood flowed from his own body the priest continued, “To truly love, to earnestly hate, is to truly live one’s life. Realities Jedi have elected to deny of themselves and sacrifices they could never endure.” Sealing the wound he had given his self the Sovereign stepped out from the ritual circle, restoring the priest’s mind. The seductive pull of the darkside reclaiming the Sovereign’s consciousness allowed the High Priest to refocus upon the task at hand. Calling upon the domain of sorcery already torn open within him the Sovereign reached out through the Force to meld the final mixture of his efforts together before it cooled. Transmuting the alloy through the insight and mastery gained through hours of tireless hours such manipulations Sovereign granted the final supernatural touches to the mold. With forging tongs the priest then freed the alloy and set it to the forge anew.

Taking a moment’s reprieve from his exhaustive efforts Silas could already feel a resonance between the fledgling blade and his armor. Much to his earlier calculations the reaction might allow him to bridge a portion of the widening gap between his self and the Dark Lord. With the additional time allotted him the Sovereign assembled the anvil, hammer, and Echani style quenching pool necessary to super-cool the final product and allow it the famed icy bite offered by the past era fencing foils belonging to said species. Having caught his breath Silas retrieved the mold and began the laborious process of hammering the blade into form. If there was any constant among the Ancient Sith it was the lack of uniformity among designs used in the creation of their swords. This work would maintain this uniqueness as the Sovereign abstained the hand and a half bastard sword of Tormentous’s renowned ownership.

Instead the priest worked the metal towards the creation of a rapier. As the leading Makashi swordsman of the current era Silas saw fit to forge a weapon worthy of such blade-work. Even with the addition of Cortosis the process of refining the shape of the sword was torturous. Stopping every few minutes to return his work to the forge, fighting against the extremely high melting point of the superb alloy. Quenching the blade in the absolute negativity of the Echani style bath. With great fortune the meticulous step of parting the hilt from the unformed block at the end of the blade was done with darkside alchemy. Transmuting this unformed alloy into an immensely ornate spiral of serpents sweeping around the handle. Hours passed as the final wasting of the blade was refined to unnatural specifications.

As the clouds of super-cooled steam erupted from the final quenching all that remained was the banding of the handle, invoking cast upon the length of the blade, and cleaning the end product. The finest synthetic wrap was painstakingly added as the Sovereign could all but taste the power of his greatest work. Laying the sword down on the pedestal that overlooked the forge the Sovereign drew a finger down the length of the blade and began to etch upon his work the runes of the Ancient Sith tongue. “Light long lost calls to rise, the true dark lord a king deposed, gathered together at the appointed domain, to quell the light.” The inscription gleamed a pale silver light before fading to barely perceptible script. Closing the gate to the domain of sith sorcery the Sovereign took several heavy breaths labored from his exertions. Taking his work with him all that remained was to clean and polish the weapon. Beyond this the Sovereign knew he held a final obligation, to name the blade. As Silas cleaned the sword he drew upon the inspiration of the sword’s creation to grant it a suitable title.

“Quelling the light, perhaps a slight dialect correction would allow such a name. Likely need to be shortened to something of the Death of Light or End…yes.” A moment’s contemplation brought the name to Silas’s lips as he began to polish the weapon. “Irus’s Mirtis, Light’s End, that will be your name,” Sovereign spoke to the sword. As if it had gained sentience the blade’s runes began to glow faintly with a silver light encompassing the blade further highlighted as the air that surrounded it took a sharp decline in temperature. Holding the sword properly for the first time the Sovereign allowed a vile grin upon his countenance, “You approve? Show me the strength of what I have wrought!” With a Makashi greeting the priest noted the minute moisture within the arid climate being flash frozen leaving a trail of ice and steam in the sweeps of the Irus’s Mirtis. Laughter was all that followed as the sword began to resonate with Silas’s armor in an intoxicating flood of darkness. The alloy's used in its creation resulting in a nearly weightless masterpiece. All that remained was to carry the sword’s name across the galaxy and cement its place among the greatest of Sith relics.

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