"When we talk, we sound like friends..."

[Slade Xandir]

"I think so, as well, Warvanus. Opportunities arise for the eager and loyal. Simply have to know who the winning team is."

Whether he won or lost, Blood knew he had enough stubborn and unending level of both passion and relentlessness to accomplish whatever goals he had planned to set up with his Pack. With their numbers increasing, it was a basic display of his fertility and strength. Now he simply had to keep order within the group and lead them to something of legendary standards.

"I would like that, thank you," he replied cordially to the student. He didn't care much for Revan as a Lord, nor a Darth. But that could have been his ignorance to the man's additional feats above and beyond that of regular Sith things. So this would be something he wouldn't mind learning of. Might give him ideas for his own prosperity runs.

"Where have you been residing as of late?" he asked, curiously. Blood hadn't seen Warvanus' den since Blood himself resided on the Malevolent, and that's seemed eons ago. Where had the mysterious student been since?

[Kell Sangros]

He nodded, the Sith had been through so much, ever since the disappearance of Tormentous,the Sith as a whole had been in a state of flux. No one Dark Lord to unite under. He looked at the tome again and then back to Lord Blood. Transcribing this tome would be a welcome distraction.

“I do not think there is lost knowledge on the Force in here but this kind of knowledge brings another kind of power” He knew Lord Blood was a educated and cultured man and he was sure he understood what Warvanus was saying. “I will personally deliver your copy when It is complete, even if this tome is a complete waste, this trip was not” And he was fine with that.

His question caught him by surprise, it was a valid question, one he had not really thought much about, it took him a minute to assess an answer.

“After I left the Malevolent, I have taken residence mostly in my shuttle-craft but from time to time I have made use of a small room on Ziost” He really had not stayed at one location for very long with the exception of the shuttle craft. “I have been doing alot of traveling since, which started shortly after my last mission for Darth Tormentous” he despised him for abandoning him, but he still respected the power he embodied even though his disappearance had caused the Empire to become stagnant. The memory bubbling to the surface. He could not recall if he ever told Lord Blood what his last mission for his former Master was. He knew one time Lord Blood had asked about Love, he remembered that conversation so long ago. So he could appreciate and maybe even admire what his last mission was.

“Did I ever tell you the last mission I had performed for Tormentous?” He paused before continuing “He sent me to Tatooine, to look for a woman by the name of Feluela, I found her in a small nomadic settlement. When I found her I learned she was my wife, and that I had a son, who died in childbirth” he told his tale with detachment, that was the life of Kell Sangros, he was simply now Warvanus. He continued “ I learned that I had once lived in this settlement, and when Kell’s son died he left, and got caught in an explosion in the city of Bestine. That is how my memory has become fragmented. So what did I do in the name of my Master and the Darkside? I killed her and then the rest of the settlement and watched it burn to the ground” He had smiled as he recalled the murder. “When I had done this, I made the Darkside mine, and I became the Darkside’s” He looked at Lord Blood. He had no remorse no regret, he looked upon the slaughter as a shining moment, the beginning of his ascendancy. It would be a long process but this was only the beginning.

[Slade Xandir]

"Ah, I see," he had said in regards to the shuttle craft being used for a temporary home. He made note of it for future. "Well, as a new member of my pack, you are entitled to an entire resort building upon my moon, Sojourn. I'll show you the moon as we finish up our business here."

Blood listened to the tale, feeling some sort of recollection to the event Warvanus had mentioned. It felt as though he knew of this occurrence even though he hadn't been told of such. A slight grin slid to the left corner of his mouth, quirking it easily to something of remembrance and amusement.

"I do remember something more tainted being attached to your scent in the Force after remeeting a while back with you, War. It was most intriguing to me, and I had a feeling something of more importance had taken your hand resulting in it."

Blood was pleased the Acolyte had followed Tormentous' orders without hesitation, however, and this bode him to inquire more about the story.

"How delicious was the embrace which you shared with the Dark Side? When it accepted you as one of it's own, how did you feel?"

His own fall into the Dark Side was in him murdering his pet garral Volkair after a battle for rank. It had ended with the dog's head snapped in half, the skull being split in two by the jaw halves. Slade had gotten scratched up immensely after that, his back fully of scars from that day. They had healed, but Blood hadn't paid them a mind since then.

[Kell Sangros]

He had stopped looking at the tome as he gave Lord Blood his full attention. He nodded when the invitation to Sojourn was extended “Thank you I would really like that” he said then as an afterthought “Is this the same Sojourn that once was owned by Darth Plageuis?” He wondered if there were any evidence of his time there. If so he was certain that Blood already found it.

When he had finished telling his tale about his sacrifice to the Darkside he was thoughtful a bit when blood mentioned a taint. After a few moments he spoke.

“I did not know at first, even after I saw her it stirred no lost memories, but I knew she was telling the truth, I admit I prolonged killing her because I was selfish, she had information to my past and the more she told me, the more I could feel the darkside stirring in me to kill her. In the end I did hesistate, near that point it had been a building conflict inside, but in the end that was not my life that was Kell’s, I never knew who Kell really was as that identify was ripped from me. To me that was just an alias until my true name was given to me “ He paused a smile forming “After I conquered the brief inner conflict I ran her through with my blade , quick and easy and I felt the Darkside’s approval, as I had passed a difficult trial. Then I hungered for more, and so I killed the rest of the settlement. With each body dropping the Darkside stirring even more in me, screaming its approval , celebrating it’s victory so to speak, and as I burned the settlement down, I watched gleefully as I wiped a piece of Kell away.”

He then looked at Blood again

“The embrace, was delicious with the approval and acceptance of the Darkside I felt my hold on my life” he paused “This life, the life of a Sith strengthen, it felt like the first time touching the Force all over again, I wanted more, hungered for it, lusted after it. But when it was all said and done Tormentous was gone and I had nobody I could discuss this with and I think it was more harmful in my development than helped, not the deed itself mind you but the aftermath, the tiny fragments that were still Kell, trying to assert themselves, I had to learn this on my own and deal with it on my own, and now I feel nothing of the being who once was Kell.” Like so many other things he had come to know in his knowledge of the Force as he told this to Blood with a sense of detachment.

There was a slight breeze now in the air, otherwise the temperature was still comfortable. Not that a blizzard would sway him or a torrential downpour. He was a machine plain and simple