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"When we talk, we sound like friends..."
Posted: Wed Feb 21, 2018 2:35 pm
by Slade Xandir
Blood hadn't forgotten about the soul he had been tasked with dubbing 'Warvanus'. The final wish of Tormentous was what made Kell grow into becoming something of a queer object in Blood's eyes. The final order given by an Alpha Blood still pledged loyalty to, despite the man no longer ruling them. Come the days where trustable Sith were scarce; not only for their internal cravings of power, but for their inability to be raised in the ways of Tormentous. The leader who had fearlessly faced his foes, who had made ventures across the universe to personally ensure all knew of his undying might. Warvanus was the final installation to Tormentous' pack, but he had been abandoned in the beginning stages of nursing. Warvanus got nothing more than a single suckle before the Darth had left them to fend for themselves. And the days passed by through and through where less and less of them had shown their faces. So far, the only ones Blood could say he was rightfully surrounded by, at this point, was his own pack. Several hadn't made it through the tribulation of time, and as the Dragon Master had stood staring at a particular rock enclosed coffin, three separate Tuk'ata laying in resting positions at his feet. The spiny canine-like beasts were nothing but a reminder of loyalty that could be easily won over, a problem that more often than not ran rampant in the Sith.
But who, in the end, was Blood himself loyal to?
Blood couldn't place his loyalty in anyone else's hands. None had his back other than himself. Tormentous did, once a seeming million moons ago, but those days had withered to ash as the Dark Lord disappeared from the face of the newly erected Red Cauldron. And with the knowledge he had saved from the Dark One, Blood only built himself up. He had taught a few pupils how to keep up, yet the only ones who had prospered were his children and a couple of others. Damien had vanished, Cora had disappeared with Dastan who also vanished from sight along with Mercy, another soul he had rehabilitated and brought to par with his own skills. Kieran was missing after their derelict happening, more often than not lost through the caverns of that ghostly dangerous ship. Only Raphael, his Heir, Fox, his prior Beta, Lilith, his Daughter, and Emre, his first Accomplishment had remained to stand behind him. Xendiss herself was nothing but a memory, as well as the man he had stolen her from.
All good things had to come to an end, eventually.
Blood stood there, looking down upon the tomb of this sleeping soul, a mystery slumberer, who's coffin left unsaid who dwelled within it. However the Sith Lord didn't need the tag. The Sith Lord held in his hand a pyramid, a scarlet five-faced gem, a holocron. Across it's sides were the inscriptions of who once dwelled this plane, and what his name was made to be. As he had studied Sith, he knew well enough what the name was, but just as the tomb, he let the name be left unsaid, and be kept a dainty and shackled down thing in his head, instead.
The Hunter committed himself to the Force, and felt out to a specific scent he knew only to be one of an ex brethren. He hadn't forgotten Kell, as aforementioned. But was Kell still Kell? Or had he proven he was truly worthy of the final demand of Tormentous? The only way for the Sith Lord to ensure he hadn't the need to seek out Warvanus and slaughter him for disrespecting the Dark King's final asking of him, was for him to patiently await his arrival on Ziost, and hear what exactly could be offered to the Left Hand of Tormentous. There were changes that were going to be happening soon, and some required undying obedience. Would Warvanus provide that to Blood? Would he kneel and pledge his life to the Sith Lord? Would he see it was time to finally settle into a pack?
Or would he consistantly claim his endless circle trek, and go no where?
Re: "When we talk, we sound like friends..."
Posted: Wed Feb 21, 2018 3:16 pm
by Kell Sangros
Something felt off, whether it was his own feelings or something in the Force he could not discern right now. He had learned a lot from the archives but they could only teach him so much, so now he had resorted to exploring tombs, most of which were long plundered. This particular tomb some claimed belonged to Darth Revan, but he knew better.
He knew that Revan in the end turned back to the Jedi after his identity was ripped from him. He knew that he became one with the Force. However, he had heard of a volume of texts that had rumored to be hidden inside this tomb and even then it was hinted but never confirmed.
He felt like a wolf looking for scraps all the powers he possessed he had wrestled from the Force on his own. He needed something to change or otherwise he would never reach his full potential.
All this going through the mind of the young Sith as his footsteps slowly echoed down the narrow stone walkway. There was nothing fancy or elaborate about this “tomb” it looked more and more like a storage area than a tomb. Warvanus knew better. After what felt like a very long way he emerged from the tunnel. In the virtually empty room that had a stone floor, ceiling and a stone tomb in the center. Standing in front of it was a Sith Lord. Not just any Sith Lord , he knew this one well, better than most of the others in the Empire. His eyes locked on Lord Blood his senses alert ready to strike if the need for it arose. But his hand did not even twitch for his lightsaber, he would wait and see how events unfolded.
“Lord Blood” he said not in a greeting but merely addressing a colleague sort of way. “What brings you to this place?” it was a valid question, afterall it took him a long time to find it himself through a lot of study and reading.
Re: "When we talk, we sound like friends..."
Posted: Wed Feb 21, 2018 4:29 pm
by Slade Xandir
"A memory," he began as the Tuk'ata rose unanimously, all 3 pairs of luminescent ruby eye sets gleaming through the dusty harbor of the tomb room. Spines bristling across the trio of backs, they released a chorus of deep growls, muscles tensing under protective black skin. The teeth dripped spittle from triple rows of their existence in abysmal maws. They ceased their display there, awaiting on anything from Lord Blood to completely destroy the being who approached their temporary master. But he gave them no sign to attack, and they waited in tense and prepared position of easy striking. Turning to face Warvanus, Blood almost accidentally touched the cheek of one of the massive dangerous hounds, as they were of undeniably nightmarish size.
"And that memory would happen to be you."
Walking forward, the Tuk'ata joined him, all three keeping easy leaping distance between themselves and the Acolyte.
"It's rather funny how times of need only bring people together, wouldn't you agree? As it seems I am not the only one who needs, my pupils need, this Faction needs," he continued.
Ending the slight hiss, he reformed his voice back to it's silken baritones.
"But tell me, Tutnili Wo," he implored almost hungrily. "What makes you need enough to seek me out?"
Re: "When we talk, we sound like friends..."
Posted: Wed Feb 21, 2018 6:22 pm
by Kell Sangros
His eyes flickered to the massive beasts he recognized as Tuk’atas his eyes went from beast to beast and then back to Lord Blood.
He wondered what memory Lord Blood was referring to but his words were true there is need. The Empire, Blood and Warvanus.
“We all need Milord” he began “Especially if our order is to survive” He stood his ground even if it was just Lord Blood and it came to a battle he knew that he would not win, it wouldn’t be an easy victory for Blood that much he was certain. No he would stand his ground.
“To answer your question” he began after a few moments “I believe the Force guided me here. I came seeking accounts on an esoteric order known as the Revanites , I did not expect to encounter you here , but I admit you and I need to have words” he paused letting that sit in the air between the two
“I know you were partially responsible for my capture by the Tri-Sun Cult, I wanted your head, I wanted to rip that still beating heart out of your chest and make you watch me eat it raw.” He had paused again this was something that was long coming “In the end you taught me a lesson, whether you know it or not you have taught me much in our limited encounters, even trying to have the Dreadlord take me under his wing taught me something, our spars, whether you realize it or not Milord you have had a hand in what I have become, more so than Darth Tormentous, and when I first came under his tutelage, you had extended me an offer, I admit I was reluctant in accepting it not because of you, or the fact that even then I suspected you wanted my demise, but because I was naive I did not know how our Master would have reacted, I knew virtually nothing then ” he paused as his eyes went back to each of the beasts before going back to Blood.
“Now our Master is gone, our order is fledgling, what I want to know is, is your offer still on the table”
Re: "When we talk, we sound like friends..."
Posted: Wed Feb 21, 2018 8:32 pm
by Slade Xandir
The man had shown some class with his words, jousting s bit with him in a return of mirrored strokes of words. Almost a compliment, it seemed to the Sith Lord.
“I know you were partially responsible for my capture by the Tri-Sun Cult, I wanted your head, I wanted to rip that still beating heart out of your chest and make you watch me eat it raw.”
A snort, a bit of genuine humor from the Dragon Master. If there was one thing he had to admit to the Forsaken Acolyte,, it was, "I have to tell you...human hearts taste repulsive...not even cooked does it take away from that annoying chewiness. You would grow weary of your spite from the springy meat, friend."
'But blood', he neglected to remark upon.'Tastes wonderful, especially if freshly harvested, and still warm...'
His mind slightly blitzed through the rest of the insults, and sprang back into the rest of what the blue eyed man was saying.
"-whether you realize it or not Milord you have had a hand in what I have become, more so than Darth Tormentous, and when I first came under his tutelage, you had extended me an offer, I admit I was reluctant in accepting it not because of you, or the fact that even then I suspected you wanted my demise," he tapered into a pause.
"but because I was naive I did not know how our Master would have reacted, I knew virtually nothing then."
Blood wasn't stunned, not in the slightest. Well, only a bit, and that was over Kell's refusal from it being potentially lethal. Blood had a firm belief that the Baby Fang had not joined due to Blood initially wanting to kill him. But ironically enough, Blood had come to learn how opposite that was. He had begun wanting to kill Warvanus because he had refused him. Blood was arrogant, much more than Slade was, who had no pride whatsoever. But now that all of this was coming to light, he held his tongue on the words until that last sentence had dropped from War's lips.
"Now our Master is gone, our order is fledgling, what I want to know is, is your offer still on the table?"
His eyes narrowed, becoming burning slits of sun light behind slighty tanned lids. Because there was nothing left, this weakling wanted to crawl back to power? But his indgination simmered in his chest as it was countered with logic.
Wasn't this what he wanted?
Or was it too late?
"Times are tough indeed, Warvanus. Numbers are dropping swift from the ranks of our Order. And I will not start anew with a whelp who has taken nothing but crumbs that have fallen from the tables of higher ranked members, and done nothing with them."
Hands being pulled behind his back, he had passively shown that he was not interested in a barbarianistic fight. He wanted something more.
"Show me you are worth my consideration. Show you have not wasted Tormentous' gift. Illustrate how desperate of times these are."
-----------------------[Begin Alter 3 App] [1000 WC]-------------------
Re: "When we talk, we sound like friends..."
Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2018 8:28 pm
by Kell Sangros
Warvanus listened, and even chuckled about the comment about hearts. He had tasted a few in his life from animals from hunts. They seemed to be on the same page as far as the state of their order and this he found a little relief that he was not the only one who felt this way. Being addressed as a whelp as everything was above him, the anger instantly rose inside him like an inferno aching for permission to be released.
“
Scaps?,
SCRAPS!?!?!! Most of what I have learned has been ON MY OWN! With the exception of a few basic techniques and the lightsaber that hangs at my side Everything I Have learned I have learned through study, battles, spars, plots against my life” he said the last four words slowly, deliberately. “
I Have never once begged for anything, I have been a pawn, an apprentice, a Lone wolf and I have taken claim to power for myself by my OWN MEANS”
Begin Alter 3 App
Warvanus took a step, and then another until he was standing in front of Lord Blood and his temporary pets. He wanted a display of power, he would oblige him. He called upon the Force, which was like a endless pool of energy his to command and do with as he pleased. He called upon his dark emotions, experiences that would fuel his anger, hatred, fury. “Peace Is a Lie, There Is Only Passion“ He felt his anger rising as he summoned the emotions that would fuel his command of the Darkside. Anger, at being abandoned by his former Master, anger at the state of the Empire, anger at his own ineptitude, anger at himself for having to resort to seeking out help for training when he had come this far mostly on his own merits. The fury inside him was rising now, His blue iris’ disappearing replaced by dark golden sulfuric yellow eyes. He took his experience of being in captivity with that cult and used it to fuel his rising dark power. The isolation he felt, the indignities he had suffered, and nobody coming to his aid. His hands began to ball into fists. Not even the Force was with him through a good portion of that time. His anger at having to come to Lord Blood who had been his rival for so long, his anger fueling the building power the fact that they needed each other, as the Sith Order was in a sorry state. His awareness went to the beasts at Lord Blood’s feet, he could feel their fear, Warvanus drew from their fear *Feed on Darkside* to add to his building power. “Through strength, I gain power” The energies he had been summoning threatened to overwhelm him, he was barely containing such raw power.
The contained power he could feel bubble like a cauldron in his core, threatening to erupt over, which he let it as it spread from his core outward through his body first his chest, then his arms and legs, then his hands and feet. As it spread through him it invigorated and revitalized him. It felt like that first drink of cold liquid after being parched for so long. He was filled to the brim ready to burst with the summoned power of the darkside of the Force. His eyes were on the Sith Lord before him, he let his arms fall to its sides his hands into claws but his palms were facing outwards ready to unleash this demonstration of power, Now he would bring all that energy to his hands, as he thought this in passing, The Force obeyed as all the energy he had summoned now rested in his clawed hands.
He stretched out with his senses , first the floor, the beasts in front of him, Lord Blood, his awareness brushed by them, to the tomb behind them, rising up the walls, and then to the ceiling. He let his awareness linger on the ceiling itself as he immersed his senses into the nooks and crannies of the ceiling he could feel the imperfections in the stone, stone by stone he let his senses immerse into each stone. He could even perceive the dust that filled the cracks and grooves in between the stones. He could perceive the plaster cement that was used in creating this room. It was old, and musty. its integrity had begun to deteriorate due to age. It would not take much for this to crumble to dust. This ceiling but the chamber as a whole had been undisturbed for who knows how long. With each stone he perceived the more clearly it came to him where the focal points were, there were several in this old ceiling.
He felt himself immersed in the stones that made the ceiling, sinking his unseen claws into the focal points of the ceiling. He could feel the dust disturbed, by the intrusion, the rocks themselves shifting slightly, kicking up dust and tiny fragments no bigger than a small pebble, freed from its long prison, they sprinkled down the chamber the sound as if someone had made a wrong step in the room who had wished to be not be seen. In his grasp he could feel some of the stones were fragile that they would crumble if too much force was applied to it. The other stones did not feel as fragile but still enough to manipulate it from its place in the ceiling. The sounds of the intrusion felt like thunder in what was a silent room.
Unseen claws dug into the focal points of the ceiling on each side he sunk those invisible hands deep into the rock, the energy wrapped itself around the rocks, he knew if he went further in that he would risk the center of the ceiling which under it was himself, Blood, the beasts and an undisturbed coffin. He hoped this would pay off as the effort was taking a heavy mental toll, he had never performed a feat on such a scale before. Keeping his concentration focused on the points that he needed on the ceiling was exhausting, and as it drained him, more effort had to be spent to maintain that level of focus. it was draining him but it would be worth it. He just knew it would. He looked at Blood his dark golden sulfuric eyes still locked on his, his lips slowly curved upwards into a sinister smile as his hands balled into fists. The gesture was subtle but as he did so the energy that he had summoned through the Force ripped most of the ceiling out of its home. A rumble filled the cabin as stone, pebble; dust now rained in the cabin like a downpour, the only section that remained undisturbed was the section above them. The design in the ceiling was simple he had merely went for the sections that would not disturb the center in the slightest. Not even a trickle of dust rained down from the center. As fast as it begun it had ended. Where they stood remained untouched, everywhere else in the room was hazy, the dust had yet to settle but now this room looked like it was carved inside a mountain. “Size Matters Not Indeed” He thought to himself. Relief had settled into his mind now that he was not over extending his concentration he would not show any signs of weakness. Not to Blood or anybody. He wanted to laugh, but that act in itself could exhibit a show of uncertainty he did not want anyone to know that was his first attempt, he poured confidence into the Force as he intended to do this all along.
End Alter 3 App
1125/1000
Warvanus stood there his eyes still locked on Lord Blood’s he did not say anything after the dust finally settled. Was this the power of a whelp? No this was Someone who had proven himself in battle time and time again. No this was a warrior that belonged to no-one. In the hierarchy of the Empire he was still an Acolyte, he knew that he could shred through any Acolyte the sith had to throw at him. He was more, and he was hungry for more.
Re: "When we talk, we sound like friends..."
Posted: Fri Feb 23, 2018 5:18 pm
by Slade Xandir
Blood watched the demonstration, arms crossed behind his back in an almost reminiscent way. He had done the action, faintly remember Tormentous standing high at his gothic window panes, or even on his pedestal looking outward from the massive viewport, simply staring through the dazzling stars, plotting his next moves....
The memory ended there, Blood almost hurt from such a painful thought. But after silencing the memory, his own energy felt to rise within the small tomb room. Something drastic was about to happen, and Blood knew it was stemming from the Acolyte before him. The Tuk'ata were looking up, pointing Blood to look up as well. The ceiling above them shifted, and his own Force began to warn him of this anomaly, but his senses hadn't warned him of danger. What exactly was going to happen?
Then it became clear as the dust shifted between them. It happened almost like an entire thunderstorm all at once. Loud crashing and a wave of dark brown ran in front, behind, and all around him. Light suddenly came upon them, along with the weightless release of fresh air. The sky was above them, and the moon had shown down upon the pair. He was surrounded by the rock that was once the ceiling, but he was unharmed, along with the canines being unharmed, as well. A neat ovalisk clearing was what they stood in, and with a canted head, Blood found himself slightly impressed. Fox hadn't even channeled his inner strength that way; man was more of a brute meathead, than anything else. But Kell, on the other hand, was trying to prove he was actually trying to fit his name, it seemed. The power demonstration had proved enough for Blood, for now. The demonstration was neater than any he had seen so far who possessed such a tune of Force level, other than jobs done by himself, personally.
Staring at the forsaken Acolyte from across the rubbleway, Blood had a stern look of consideration on his face. If he were to admit Kell into his place among the pack, he would indefinitely have to mind himself around the raven-pelt. He also wouldn't openly try to kill him, or even try at all, as his way of the Pack was far different than how he treated Outsiders. He would have to value his newest member more than he had, previously. His Acolyte would be given safe harbor in his pack from even his own attacks, unless they were for unexpected lessons. Only then would Blood be liable to kill him, but only if Kell had no skill enough to defend himself. Essentially the very same mental game Tormentous and every other pupil of his, played.
"Welcome to the Family," His baritones rang out.
Blood leapt atop the rubble, staring down at Warvanus with something less hostile than usual in his eyes. He was tethering a cord of his own influence to the Acolyte simply so they would forever be connected, whether it be through mere location, or for emotional readings. It was him memorizing the scent of the Acolyte, and in turn, giving the Acolyte his own.
"Are there any questions?"
Re: "When we talk, we sound like friends..."
Posted: Sat Feb 24, 2018 12:36 am
by Kell Sangros
Warvanus tried to not look pleased with himself at what he had just done. His gaze went skyward. He took a quick look at the stars before bringing his gaze back to his surroundings. He also watched Lord Blood’s reaction. Then the Sith Lord spoke
“Welcome to the Family” he had said. He had found belonging, and with it a new teacher in which he would no doubt touch the higher Mysteries of the Force as well as continue his training. He remembered the mandate Tormentous had given him. He was to live, sleep, eat, breathe training, whether martial skills or his Force abilities. Since that day he had done just that but he could only go so far on his own. He would now have guidance, and he was sure Blood would keep his senses alert at all times. He expected it of course. Battle came at anytime, it waited for no-one. He looked at the Sith Lord who had been his rival. Warvanus nodded in Lord Blood’s direction
“Thank You” he said, that by doing this he was sure that he would be marked by Blood’s enemies but there was strength in numbers the belonging he had needed had been in front of him staring at him in the face all along. He was a fool for not taking the offer back so long ago he was naive and he admitted as much, but in the end they all had their own path to walk, Warvanus’ took him different directions but now their paths intersected. His thoughts were on the feat he had just performed. He had never brought down a ceiling like that, it took a brute to rip it out, it took finesse to perserve some of it.
He turned his attention to the undisturbed tomb and with the Force he waved his hand and the lid to the coffin slid off and fell among the rubble. He then went to the coffin and retrieved the tome. This tome contained information about the Revanites, It would make for good reading. He Looked up at Lord Blood who had began his ascent. It would not take much to catch up as he executed a perfect Force Jump. He landed on one of the boulders and began his ascent.
“Are There Any Questions?" he had asked him. Did he have questions?, he was certain he would as time went on. This union was one he never thought he would make, but they needed each other. Together they would do great things, this much he was certain of.
“I am sure I will, but at this moment Milord I have none” He reached the top of the heap and once again found himself on solid ground. The Lone Wolf was no longer lone, he was part of a pack and that made him even more dangerous.He was not entirely sure what being in Lord Blood’s pack really meant, as he had no recall of a sense of family. In a big sense this felt like some kind of re-birth.
Re: "When we talk, we sound like friends..."
Posted: Sat Feb 24, 2018 1:18 am
by Slade Xandir
Blood, while they were connected, could feel the pride that soared through the pupil's body, the fumes of that emotion pooling through Warvanus faster than the blood that filed his veins. Blood felt for him, not attempting to take his right away from him. He was allowed to feel, especially as that was where their power stemmed from. Blood had allowed all feelings, as none of them held any drawback. Blood had recalled the day where he in his weak minded state had approached Tormentous, his heart conflicted. He wanted to know whether love was an emotion they would be allowed to feel, and his Maker had told him the truth. They were fully allowed to feel love, as it had the potential to make them extremely powerful- but it's drawback was the torment that would rip them to shreds if they had lost what they loved most. It could distract them form their purpose, and that was one thing Blood refused. Distraction.
So he swore to never love. Not until it was a final result for him.
As long as there was no disrespect between the two, Blood was perfectly fine with Warvanus. After the man hopped up and came to inspect the tomb, Blood knew his work in this particular area was over. He had only come to this specific location from his memory of what Kell was interested into learning. Revan, a Darth who had his own followers, devout and no doubt still scattered through the galaxy, despite one lying decrepit in a tomb right next to him. This was another gift for Warvanus, and Blood did not interfere with the pupils examination. He gave him his space, and the Tuk'ata relaxed at his heels.
War had promptly and politely answered his question, remaining honest with the Sith Lord, and patiently Blood waited for War to finish his examination.
Re: "When we talk, we sound like friends..."
Posted: Sun Feb 25, 2018 9:11 pm
by Kell Sangros
Warvanus had since his short memory would allow safeguarded his emotions. His power stemmed from them like all other Devotees of the Darkside. He had little to no use for Love, afterall he killed his own wife in sacrifice to the Darkside of the Force. He felt pride right now, pride at recovering this tome. Pride at being successful in such a great display of power. Next time Blood would want a demonstration he would need to top the feat he had performed not too long ago. It was quiet. Not even animal life could be heard here. Now that he was on solid ground again he finally was able to take a look at what he had found. The book had a lock , this could be trouble, there was a bio-metric reader on the book. He doubt it would take his print but to his surprise the lock sprang open when he laid his thumb on the sensor. That alone was very bizaare. He scanned the first couple pages of the book.
“This is it” he said aloud “The history of the Revanites, originally founded by a former member of the Dark Council, only referred to as “The Master”” He looked at Blood he was pleased . “This is what I had thought I sought out” he said he was remembering the events that happened inside the tomb chamber. Things between them would be different from here on out. He did sense greatness in Lord Blood. No Doubt he had an idea himself, how could he not? But something was on the horizon. Not just with Blood but with himself, and the Sith as a whole. Ever since the inception of their order there have been people who sought to eradicate their order. He realized he had trailed off and continued.
“I came here seeking this, but I think the Force brought me here to you, Great things are on the horizon Milord” He then looked at the book. “I believe this is a transcript of the History and rituals and beliefs of the Revanites, It will take time to transcribe it but I can and will make a copy available to you” He did not know if there were hidden nuggets of the Force but any knowledge was power.