Warvanus continued his trek until he came to the entrance of the entrance of the tomb. The Darkside had felt more concentrated here not necessarily stronger. He looked up at the sky as he could see the clouds begin to gather. It was going to storm soon. He could feel it in the air, that smell right before the rain comes. Dxun was a humid place, he hated it. He placed his hand against the large stone that blocked the entrance into the tomb, with the Force he pushed the rock aside (telekinesis) and took out a glow rod and entered. The tomb was dark, quiet, empty. All its secrets had been plundered, robbed, violated eons ago. He had come here not seeking treasures or artifacts, he visited this place to simply gaze on it with his own eyes.Begin Level 12
Warvanus walked on the surface of Dxun. The moon of Onderon, the location of Freedon Nadd’s tomb, also the place where Exar Kun destroyed his essence, and where Darth Bane acquired a holocron and bonded with the Orbalisks. The Force was everywhere; the Dark Side reigned supreme among the worlds under the influence of the Sith Empire. Ever since Warvanus had joined its ranks his path to power had been a pilgrimage of the Dark Side. This particular place he had wanted to visit, a lot had happened here through the eons. He had visited Places of significance he had read texts and learned from holocrons he had taken knowledge from, in some cases provided him the key to wrestle secrets from the Force. The more he knew the better he was, and the better he was, benefited the Sith as a whole. It helped him serve his Master better. It helped him serve the Dark side better. Everything he did was for the betterment of himself, his order and his Master, but not necessarily in that order. This place was a maelstrom of dark current, one that Warvanus regularly bathed his awareness in. He was the Dark Side’s and the Dark Side was his. Despite all his growing power, and knowledge one thing Warvanus recently learned was he had a long ways to go. He had still much to learn. Having barely survived Korriban he had seen power of the likes he had never seen. It opened his eyes knowing there were even higher mysteries in the Dark Side he has yet to even touch. He had to learn more and grow in power. Power which came in all different forms, knowledge was power, as was his brute strength and prowess in battle. He needed to be able to touch these mysteries with his own awareness, harness its secrets and embody it’s power and to understand better, to further his own knowledge, he had began this pilgrimage, he did not know why he came here other than to view this place of significance with his own eyes. Maybe he could gain some insight from the trip.
His footsteps were silent on the moon’s surface; the current of the Dark Side was strong here. He reached out with his awareness and touched it, bathed his awareness in its currents. He stretched out. The Force thrived here, this jungle moon rich with life. All connected through the Force. It was infinite, the currents he could easily lose himself to, but would never return to the physical. He could now feel things and sense things through the Force with the clarity of someone at his level could see. He remembered the time when it took all his concentration to just touch the Force, he had come so far since then. His Force attuned senses had given him such insight, insight he had come to depend on, to rely on. The Force truly was in everything and with each lesson he learned it enforced this simple but yet profound truth. His growth in the Force had been constant, ever vigilant in his training he would never let his growth in the Dark Side grow stagnant. He had come to learn that the more intune he was with a person or thing, the less effort it took to find it in the Force. Of course his senses had limits, he could not sense a person or an object that was on the other end of the galaxy, but then again he had never attempted the feat. Maybe the limitations were just mental blocks. Through his apprenticeship and his Lordship, he had come to rely on his senses heavily. It acted as a third eye, the ability to sense life, the force itself, a disturbance in the Force. It had all become second nature to the Sith lord, where as in the past it had taken a considerable mental effort that often would leave him exhausted which now had been as effortless as breathing thanks to the countless hours of training he had gone through.
He continued his steady approach to the desecrated tomb of Freedon Nadd that now lay silent, only his mark on the Force lingered, not as potent he surmised as it once had been. As he approached the events on Korriban bubbled its way to his conscious thoughts, he could still remember when he first sensed the thought bomb that Tormentous had conjured and the sheer power he felt. It reinforced his initial belief.
He still had much to learn
Through his own mastery and growth of his force senses he could attempt almost any feat that he had read about and was confident that he could learn just about anything that he set his mind to, The Higher mysteries were a different league, he felt he was almost ready to begin his journey in them. He was at the cusp of it. He had the power, he did not yet have the experience and he lacked the knowledge, if he had those two things he would be a true Master, he was not but he was approaching it. With that confidence empowered him as he felt as if he could take any ability he wished to learn at will. Despite this new found confidence, More study was required; more experience in the Force was also a must. The order needed their champion powerful, formidable and indomitable.
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The tomb had reminded Warvanus of the tomb he had sought a text on the Revanites. In that tomb Lord Blood had been waiting for him. He remembered the event well, it was there he demonstrated his power, and it was there that he had joined the pack. It was a turning point in his training He had seized his potential. He had bettered the Sith, he had a new guide, one who showed him the way, He had also learned much about manipulation in the Force. He had experienced more failures in this aspect than any other. In the end he won. He had learned a simple truth one that applied to every facet of the Force. One that empowered him, and continued to increase his knowledge and power as it had changed his approach to the Force and that change had been like an opening for him as he had grown in power and understanding after this truth. That truth was simple it was that The Force is in all things, with this simple truth his power and progress had grown by leaps and bounds under Lord Blood’s guidance and his own study and Force experimentation. Through alter he could move objects, call them to his hand, could throw objects all with the Force, he could also choke and potentially kill a being with a mere push of his will. He could send telekinetic strikes as if it as an extension of his hand. He had learned so much through trial and error and as a result he was more powerful, more knowledgeable, more valuable to the Order, to the Dark side and to his Master. Bettering the Sith was his sole motivation in all he did, it would trickle but everything he did he did in service for his Masters.
He had reached the tomb itself. It was dark and empty and quiet. His footsteps echoed as he approached the violated tomb which was now empty. His corpse had returned to their base elements . There was nothing here, only a shell of what it once was, it was here in this tomb that Darth Bane found Revan’s holocron, where the ability of the thought bomb came unearthed, and it was this revelation that gave the Sith Lord a new insight. He had underestimated not only the High Priest Silas Karn but his former Master. He knew the battle would be the ultimate test but even knowing it would take all he had to prevail, still found that he did in fact underestimate the extent of his power. It was power he craved, Knowledge that he thirsted after, that would make him formidable as Tormentous had been. He wanted to suprass even Tormentous, and it was with this he knew that the order would be stronger for it. That Lord Blood would be invincible with an apprentice like that. Of course he would see him as a threat and try to end him much like what they had try to do to Tormentous. It was the cycle of their order. He had seen enough and needed to move on. It was time for the Sith Warrior to go.
Warvanus exited the tomb, he was once again in the open air of Dxun. There was nothing more this world can show him. He felt dejected as he boarded his starfighter and left the Empress Teta System, once programmed in the ship made its hyperspace jump in the Yavin system. He once again returned to Yavin IV, the landing had been without incident. He had landed near one of the great temples, one that once housed Exar Kun’s spirit. It was now empty, quiet and tainted. The first Jedi Praxeum had been established here years after the fall of Sidious and Vader. The taint was repugnant to the Sith Lord. This was once again a world under the Sith, time would erase the taint. He thought to himself. He had made it to the apex of the temple he stood on its roof, where he had encountered a dark side adept. He remembered that battle well.
He had mastered control in the Force, over himself, the way his body functioned, his surroundings. In his training and experience control was the most important facet of the force, with control the other two would work in concert. It was the center link in the long strong chain that was the Force. He remembered the first time he dispersed fire being fired at him. He had been barely an Acolyte and Slade had decided to test his skill. He did not escape that unscathed as he bore some physical scars from that encounter. He had grown since then. He could purge poison from his body. He had been spending a lot of time studying Battle Meditation, it was a power but the gift to use it effectively was rare. He had been studying it extensively and now understood its effects, and the level of concentration required to execute it. The next chance he had he would attempt this ability. He was knowledgeable enough and he was strong enough. Learning this technique would better the Sith, and make him a more valuable servant to the Dark Side and to his Master. This was his driving motivation, it was his sole purpose. He was the Order’s champion, he would one day be the Warmaster of the Sith. Learning this ability was a paramount stepping stone to achieving that end. If he failed he would try again, and if he failed he would learn so it was not failure aferall.
Power came in many forms indeed, knowledge, brute strength. This pilgrimage he was on furthered his understanding , it gave him insight, while he had more to learn he realized that he was not as far off as he thought before he could attempt the High Mysteries of the Dark Side. He had to succeed in furthering his understanding if he were to fall it would take the Sith years to find someone who would fill the gap his demise would create. Furthering his knowledge in the Dark Side would serve the Dark Side, it would benefit the Sith as a whole and it would make him a better Sith Lord in which he could better serve his Master. He had to continue learning, he couldn’t stop, if he stopped and became complacent then he would weaken himself, and thus the order. Stepping on Dxun and Yavin IV itself gave him no new insight, it gave him a chance to reflect on what had happened, and what he could learn and take from the encounter. He felt ready , for whatever secrets he could claim from the Dark Side and fulfill his destiny.
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