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May 11, 2016 19:47:51 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on May 11, 2016 19:47:51 GMT -8
Today seemed to be the same day as three days ago as fanatics marched in front of soldiers, escorting Accused to the execution bloc. Their chants screamed loudly in praise of the Potentate and their deity, identified as the Warden. Sol had begun to slowly learn about the religion behind these fanatics through his agents. It seemed this faith originated from a monastery on Onderon, preached by a messenger known as the Herald. Who the Herald was did not concern the Potentate for now as this mysterious figure clearly believed in the new government for the Japrael system. The Herald preached about the Warden, who is the defender, the lawgiver and the enforcer of their monotheistic religion. His tenants declare loyalty to those who brought order and law to their homes. In this case, that was the Potentate's government. The Herald proclaimed obedience of law, adherence to order and promotion of unity. Any dissidence must be rooted out at its source and all sedition be treated as threats to stability. It pleased Sol greatly, so much so that he secretly funded the fanatics to build chapels, perform charity and spread their faith across the sector. All in the name of the Warden and the Potentate.
His thoughts were interrupted by the distant sounds of struggle began, followed by the sight of two deceased guards. The crowds backed away as the soldiers rushed in, leveling their electrostaffs and blaster rifles at the lone Accused. The fanatics had backed off too, yet as the guards appeared, they began to incite the crowd as a few people began to pick up rocks and throw them, rather aimlessly and inaccurately, at the prisoner. More soldiers rushed out of places unknown to calm the people and keep them at bay. The Potentate sighs deeply, knowing that this would force him to appear once more. It happened rarely, but this was one of those special occasions where he had to do something. Sol would gesture to his loyal Paladins and a pair of Dark Side adepts to follow him down to the streets.
The soldiers kept the crowds at bay long enough for people to notice the approaching hovercars, carrying reinforcements. Among them was the Potentate's personal craft; its sight causing the throngs to quickly become obedient, the fanatics silencing their voices before who they viewed as an agent sent by the Warden. Heavy armored troops, Paladins and a few shady looking characters in black clothing, adorned by the Potentate's emblem, would rush out to secure the area. Phaeron would disembark, composed and calm. The people bowed their heads in respect as the zealots uttered prayers to the Warden, asking for long life to their Potentate. Sol did not take much care to the people as he walked towards assailant. The male, walking with his force-sensitive crones, approach the Accused, who was a female. He walks up to the captain, who commanded the prisoner's escort, glancing at the male. Vasana would notice sweat drip from the captain's face instantly.
You failed to subdue one prisoner... who had shackles and was completely defenseless.
Potentate, I did not anticipate her abilities. I did not expect-
Sol's hand lurched out, his grips vice-gripping the air. The crowd gasps, even the fanatics back away significantly, as the incompetent captain grabs his throat, choked by some unseen force. Phaeron lets his raw anger surge forth, gripping more tightly on the air, which only caused the captain to be choked even more. The Potentate despised incompetency, especially in his commanders. His hand waves suddenly to the right, causing the captain to fly and slam against a pillar. Sol points at the downed commander, causing the Paladins to act immediately.
Discharge him from my services! I want a replacement captain who is competent and reliable IMMEDIATELY!
His judgment was swift, his grip iron. The people were completely silent, even the fanatics at the display of such power. No one, until now, had seen the Force abilities that had long been nurtured in secret by the Potentate, through the usage of holocrons, tomes and scrolls. As the captain was dragged away, Sol turned his gaze upon Vasana, anger boiling deep within the bowels of his chest. She would face judgment, his judgment. The execution bloc was no place for her clearly; the Potentate would put her in her due place.
His knuckles cracked as Sol flexed his hand that had been used to discipline the commander. He could feel his anger rising more and more, like lava that churned deep beneath their feet, building up to the point of catastrophic yield. The Potentate knew how to discipline this dissident before him. Soon she, and all other rebels, would learn his true power.
You! Accused! You stand before the Potentate, the pillar of law and order! You have disrupted this execution for the people, yet shown me that I have long held an incompetent man within my employment. For that, I shall grant you the chance to duel for your freedom. Your capabilities should be able to help you achieve your freedom, but if you lose... you will face my judgment as Potentate and ruler of the Japrael Sector. Do you agree to these terms?
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May 12, 2016 19:32:24 GMT -8
Post by Vasana on May 12, 2016 19:32:24 GMT -8
A peculiar reticence passes over the boisterous crowd as every voice abruptly escalates before falling silent. Once Vasana’s ears became more accustomed to the lack of sound, her attention deviates from the guards that have surrounded her to take stock of the events transpiring just beyond her immediate awareness. The crowd seemed to pacify in a radical transformation from the uproar that characterized them only moments ago. The woman quickly recognized the emblem blazoned on the articles of clothing adorning the throng of people that issued forth into the plaza. It was the mark of the Potentate. He had finally descended from his throne, lowering himself to level with the inconvenience she posed and the trouble awakening below. It is with some relief that she noted the Potentate, ever the composed and controlled man, betrayed no gesture of recognition as his eyes briefly passed over her. Drinking deeply of the scene presented before her, she watches with great curiosity as the Potentate approached the captain. One glance was all she needed to discern the telltale signs that the captain genuinely feared what was next to come. His lips drew down into a slight frown and she was just close enough to see his pupils blown wide with panic, the beading sweat on his brow glistening in the light of Prael.
It was then that Vasana realized she had never before looked upon the Potentate from such a short distance. Much to her surprise, the man is substantially younger than his accomplishments would suggest. The Warrior’s gaze roams uncertainly over his form – her mind wandered fast, and it wandered dangerously. Her expression was one of fascination, those cobalt tinged eyes traveling up to his face before ascending to his boots, following his every movement. Introspective nature locking her in thought, she is startled when the captain begins inexplicably choking then crashes into the nearby pillar with the force of a dozen fambaas. Her face falls faster than a corpse in duracrete boots, the Potentate’s anger washing over her as she slowly backs away. Though, at this point it dawns on her that there is no escape – she could only fight back, but she was not quite certain now whether there was even a valid argument for trying.
With a mortified shudder, Vasana silently admonishes herself for the thoughts that irrepressibly crossed her mind preceding his show of force. How dare he be so attractive when he was clearly some kind of iniquitous fanatic, much like his followers, determined and Chaos-bent on the destruction of everything good and right. Horrified with herself for finding the man downright intriguing, her gaze darkens as he turns to her. This time, as his anger swells within the passing of the moment, there is no question that it is directed at her and her alone. Instinctively, she tenses her muscles to still the shaking of her limbs in effort to stifle what she knows she cannot, if only for a few more seconds. The Warrior’s mouth tightens into a thin line as she raises her chin out of defiance, attempting to counteract the fear that threatens to engulf her. The shackles grazed her delicate wrists, reminding her of the burden of freedom, as her mind races to analyze the words spoken to her. She takes a minute to consider precisely what the Potentate’s judgment might entail. The way she saw it, she had the choice of reluctant submission wherein she could quietly rebel or fatal guttural pride, which would rouse any intellectual being to laughter. Alas, it appeared that it would be the latter.
The young woman does not even dignify the Potentate with a response and it is far too late when she realizes precisely how much she has misjudged even her own conviction. Her limbs no longer seemed to take directions from her mind as she acted without thought, moving faster than should be possible. In the stretch of a single heartbeat, the guard nearest to her had been relieved of his electrostaff, the electromagnetic pulse-generating tips sizzling and popping with beautifully agonizing promises. With Vasana located in the least strategic position in the plaza, the odds appeared far from even, but then again, she never liked even odds or playing fair.
Time seems to hiccup and in the span of that elongating moment between grabbing an electrostaff from the nearest guard then swinging it around her body to strike the Potentate, she resigns herself to hoping for a swift and painless end. Soon, however, Vasana will find that she deserves neither.
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May 12, 2016 20:00:26 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on May 12, 2016 20:00:26 GMT -8
The Potentate frowned for a split second as the Accused attempted to preemptively strike at his person. A visible sigh was expressed even as his would-be assailant rushed towards him, aiming to either face death swiftly or to bruise Sol enough to force him to submit. There was a reason why he had kept his anger strong and visible, why he had flexed his hand and appeared to be on command of the situation at hand... it was because Phaeron was indeed in control, far beyond what Vasana could truly comprehend. Today, the Accused present and all those around him would witness his true power. Power that was nurtured and that had since thrived since Sol took control of the government by force. It was the source of his manipulation, his strength, his schemes. It was the source of deceptions that he had weaved and the power to influence his followers to be arms of his will.
The Force began to imbue his legs as the electrostaff came closer and closer. The first sign that something was off was when the Potentate closed his eyes as she came within striking distance. What came next seemed unbelievable to everyone around the ruler of Onderon. As if time slowed down, as the intended blow came within inches of striking his person, his body shifted out of dangers way, performed in a calm maneuver. Yet, as Vasana was focused upon striking him, his hand was able to plant itself firmly upon her lower torso, right where her stomach was. The palm landed flatly before his fingers flex, digging into the skin. A sudden flare of rage ignited within the Potentate, the air becoming electrified for a split second. Seconds later, pain erupted throughout the Accused's body as force lightning coursed through her body. It felt great to wield such power and to unleash it.
Sol opened his eyes to see his assailant light up instantly as lightning, visibly, struck her body and electrocuted her with immense power. Gasps could be heard from all around for a second before silence fell instantly. The force of his counter was so powerful that she would be launched through the air, slamming into a wall nearby. The Potentate then raises his free hand, calling forth the dropped electrostaff to his grasp. It came to life the moment it was held by his palms. His footsteps could be heard, piercing the silence as Sol approached Vasana, weapon ignited and poised to strike. The crowds and soldiers kept their distance now from the seemingly victorious Phaeron, whose power made the fanatics utter more prayers, believing that the Warden had gifted their Potentate with the powers to bring order and stability.
As he drew closer, the Potentate spoke to his victim. Twirling the electrostaff casually as he approached the fallen Accused.
You sorely underestimate who I truly am it seems. Just like the Royal Council and their schemes to ensure their privileges and rights were secure with the death of our child King and the humiliation of my loyal family. Just like the rebels who dared to speak against my government and destabilize the peace I have created. So tell me, care to try that again, Accused? Do you wish to stand and continue fighting against the pillar that keeps this sector strong and united?!
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May 12, 2016 22:08:23 GMT -8
Post by Vasana on May 12, 2016 22:08:23 GMT -8
It was likely that no one had ever ventured to raise a hand toward the Potentate during any point in his life while he held such positions of power. Who would dare even to think of touching him? He is the sovereign of Onderon and Vasana knew that many of the cultists would claim him a god upon the throne. For her even to consider going so far as to attempt to attack him, it was incredulous. So focused was she on striking Sol with the electrostaff held precariously in her grasp, his confidence, and even the hints of annoyance, escaped her usually sharp attention.
This was not to be a duel or a negotiation for her freedom – it never was and the Potentate knew it before even she realized it. By the time she was able to comprehend the events befalling her unfortunate position, it was too late for Vasana to change her mind. She had already committed to her offensive. Eyes widening as she watched her opponent casually step out of the way of her weapon’s trajectory, the woman hesitated in her confusion and it cost her dearly.
The pain started in the pit of her stomach, radiating outwards from that single condensed point where Sol’s fingers dug into the tender skin of her abdomen. It occurred to her then that it was bizarre, the way his touch seemed almost calming at first – as if it were meant to lull her into a false sense of security before doling out such unimaginable pain and punishment. It was more than just an insignificant prickle that coursed underneath her skin. No, it was more as if she found herself the unfortunate victim caught in the current of a power coupling. The electricity surging through her nerves caused her whole body to begin convulsing as the fierce electrical currents relentlessly pulsed through her taut muscles. She manages to remain upright for a time, defiant in the face of the Potentate, before he carelessly sends her careening into the side of a building. The bolt of lightning emanating from the palm of his hand traces the trajectory her body travels and only does it terminate upon impact. When she hits the wall, cracks propagate outwards from the impact crater as she crumples forward onto the ground. For a brief moment, Vasana’s muscles continue convulsing as static discharge continues to pulse through her lithe body. Only when it ceases does she pull her knees beneath her, forehead remaining on the ground, reduced to something fetal and curled over in the worst pain she has ever had the unfortunate opportunity to experience.
Adrenaline surges through her veins so violently that it was nauseating even to think of moving from her current position. The Warrior’s breath comes in short, laboured gasps as she attempts to regain her senses – brain straining for the sound of approaching feet or audible breathing. Only does she turn her head to the side and open her weary eyes upon hearing the thud of footsteps drawing ever near. All she can do is gaze up at Sol from her place upon the ground and lay there helplessly at his mercy, wisps of smoke rising from her body as it continues to heave and tremble in shock at what it has endured. The vestiges of power she still felt coursing through her nerves were nauseating in the way it unsettled her, but to a part of Vasana, it was intoxicating. Lurking just beneath the pulse of her blood and within the exhalation of every breath, she could taste the most delicate thrum of power awakening within her. Calming herself takes priority now for fear means mistakes – of which she had already made too many. The Warrior could hear the Potentate speaking to her, but it was all she could do to remain conscious and try to comprehend the words that he spoke. Yet despite it all, the slight woman had not uttered a single word to Sol throughout this whole ordeal, not even an exclamation of pain had escaped past her lips.
Wary eyes regarded Sol as he casually twirled the electrostaff in front of her. Wincing slightly, a wave of pain suddenly washed over her body and stars, it was exquisite, and debilitating even for the most experienced of fighters, she suspected. The Warrior breathed slowly and hard as she pulled her knees further beneath her body and dragged herself into an upright position, hand clutching her stomach as pain lanced through the contact point of Sol’s Force lightning attack. Instead of lowering her head and body in deference and submission to the Potentate as he approached her, Vasana’s body shook with the effort it took to maintain her current proud posture as she slowly brought her gaze up to meet his. The woman’s cool grey-blue eyes deepen into the kind of glare that harbours malicious intent. Then, without warning, she laughs. Mirthless. It is a mad laugh. “What I choose to do is of little consequence – whether I stand or submit, you are going to kill me.” As the Potentate drew closer to her, she struggled to breath and coughed once, then again, before spitting blood across his booted feet. The corner of her mouth pulls up into a smirk as a haematic line, of saliva mixed with blood, traces down the side of her chin. “End my life if you must to further your charade, but know this…” She hunched over slightly, her face contorting into a scowl of pain, strands of dark hair escaping, the braid draped down her back, to fall into her eyes. “..I will never bow to a false King who wears a crown forged at the behest of every life he has ever ended.”
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May 21, 2016 20:48:27 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on May 21, 2016 20:48:27 GMT -8
What came next was entirely unexpected...
The electrostaff rose and aimed right for Vasana's neck, poised right to strike her down quickly and swiftly. The Potentate's grip was firm and determined by his stance. Seconds past, but nothing came. That was until a laugh emitted from his lips, a tone of cynical intent. Sol continued to laugh much to the confusion of the crowds and fanatics who thought he was going to kill the Accused right then and there. Phaeron would not cease his laughter until his weapon jabbed Vasana in the torso, sending forth a quick electrocution. A grin formed upon the Adept's lips at her most defiant response. He tossed the electrostaff away afterwards before grinning some more at the woman who dared try to strike him down.
A King you say? I think I am a King? Truly you are misguided in your views, Accused... Monarchies are decadent and lax, they make people pompous and overconfident in their privileges and god-given rights to rule over the lesser people. I am no monarch, no King. I am the Potentate, I seek order, law and stability for Onderon and our sector which has suffered at the hands of fat nobles and misguided kings. I have made our homeworld strong by ensuring those with merit are in the government and the loyal are control our military.
He turns away from Vasana, looking upon the people and the fanatics now. The zealots fell to their knees as Sol turned to gaze upon them, believing themselves to be unworthy of his gaze. The Potentate had given what the Onderonian people wanted; order. stability. law. strength... he had made Onderon strong and vibrant. He had ensured their unity and deprived the unworthy of any chance of succeeding. Rebellions were cut down, dissidents executed, and terrorists exterminated. Sol had no desire to call himself King, Emperor or any royal title... for he was already an absolute ruler. The power to control and command everything was within his grasp.
I am the pillar of Onderon, the most loyal of her servants. You claim I am a tyrant, a murderer, a usurper... but I was forced to take control. I was forced to become Potentate when those most trusted attempt to kill our King and take matters into their own hands! Onderon would have suffered further without my leadership. I did what was necessary to keep our home strong.
Sol then turns and points to those Accused that remained. The guards nodded and activated their rifles before moving in on them. The crowds came alive as the soldiers began to systematically cut down the stunned prisoners, save Vasana, who the Potentate ensured she watched what happened to her fellow prisoners. As the performance was enacted and the people were distracted, a group of the Potentate's loyal Dark Side Adepts came up and cuffed Vasana who was forced to her feet. Sol approached her closely and lightly touched her chin. A grin forming upon his face.
A pretty face like yours deserves a much better fate... as my slave.
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May 28, 2016 13:49:10 GMT -8
Post by Vasana on May 28, 2016 13:49:10 GMT -8
Vasana’s defiant gaze did not waver, her steel grey eyes remaining locked on the Potentate before her. Though she was reduced to nothing before this man, stripped bare of her pride and put to shame - bested in combat with the ease of a well experienced soldier schooling a tenderfoot neophyte - she clung tightly to the few shreds of dignity that remained. On her knees afore this tyrant, facing down certain death, like the ragged tatters of faded amaranthine silken material that clung to her body and barely covered the flesh beneath, her dignity was reduced to aught but a shadow of what it was once.
Following the rise of the electrostaff with her eyes, the Warrior braced herself for what was to come. This was it. The time had come. It had been a right enough life. She had conducted herself admirably when it came to matters of the state and her duty as a former Royal Guard and Paladin. But she had not had the time to truly live, not yet. There were a number of life events she had yet to experience and now, it seemed likely that she never would. She mourned for the time lost with her family, grieved for the fact that she would never know the love of another and settle down with a family of her own. A sense of sorrow washed over her at the loss of freedom to experience all that life had to give, for she had yet to even feel the touch of a man as they journeyed together to heights unimagined, soaring upon the tides of desire and sating the cravings that caused her to hunger for such a connection with another.
The rough stone pavers of the plaza beneath her knees, the cottony wisps of clouds in the cerulean skies above and the far starlight beyond the remaining vestiges of day. She had led a right enough life. But to leave the loamy earth, to leave land and sea and sky behind, to part the veil and enter the netherworld. That was the least terrifying bit about what was currently taking place right now. It was not the madness hidden deep beneath the laugh that escaped the Potentate's lips. It was not even the pain that lanced through her torso as she was jabbed with the electrostaff again.
“King or Potentate...It matters not what you call yourself, they are all false titles.” She spat viciously. “And you are only deluding yourself to think otherwise.”
“You lack the bloodlines requisite the right to rule Onderon in any capacity and because of this, you will never command Loyalists like myself. Only fanatics and extremists. So while you may declare your rule, it will never be considered legitimate in the eyes of those that matter. They may not voice it outright, but you will soon reap the consequences of your actions. I may be the first, but I will not be the only or the last.” As the man directed her attention toward the remaining Accused that had yet to be executed, Vasana watches with an expression of muted disdain. Gritting her teeth and resigned to the helplessness of her current position, her lips draw into a straight line. There is a fierceness about her gaze that conveys her abject displeasure. The disgust that rises within her breast brings with it an unquenchable fire, the heat of which she was unprepared for as it surged within her in the form of a fury that left her emotionally aroused.
“You are a murderer in every sense of the word.” She says quietly in a haunted tone. The deaths to which she was forced to bear witness were not even remotely terrifying. The loss of such promising, young lives was tragic and grievous, yes. However, this was even less terrifying than everything that had already transpired. Her eyes slowly drift from the crumpled corpses of the other prisoners, rendered bereft of life, to fixate on the group of Dark Adepts that suddenly surrounded her. Struggling against their hold, she found herself abruptly pulled to her feet to stand before the Potentate once more. She had expected death at his hand and was left confused as to why she still drew breath even after those around her did not. Looking around her in disbelief, she met the gaze of several Dark Adepts before her attention was drawn back to the Potentate as he approached her. The closer he got to her, the more Vasana sought to escape the iron-grip holds of her captors. It was all for naught, for she found herself pressed back into the chest of the Dark Adept who stood directly behind her, with no hope of escape. It was strange that so close to the Potentate, she now found herself at a loss for words, left standing in an intense silence.
When the man reached toward her and grasped her chin in hand, she fought against his grip and attempted to turn her head away from him - refusing to allow him even this one modicum of control over her. A ferocity and a wildness reflected in the cool greyness of her eyes as she stared daggers at him and it then became clear that she would always fight him every step of the way, never easily giving in. No, to hear the next words that left this man’s mouth and contemplating their potential meaning, what becoming his slave would entail - that was truly terrifying. That he was capable of discerning a sense of beauty about her, despite the filth that layered her sun-touched skin, was no less troubling - it only foretold what was to come after he declared her his property. To inform her that his words were the indirect result of a hidden, festering madness - that they were spoken from a momentary lapse in judgment - it was the most she could wish for. Alas, all she could do at this point, as he kept a firm grasp on her face, was regard him with wide, hopeful eyes, silently begging for him to end her life rather than subject her to his consummate control. This was the crowning moment that truly terrified her.
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Jul 9, 2016 19:46:41 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2016 19:46:41 GMT -8
The Potentate show the look in her eyes, the plea for mercy and that she would be deprived of this horrible fate that was worst than death to the warrior woman. A cruel grin forms across Sol's face as the male turns away for a moment. Slowly, he reaches beneath his cloak, gripping something that rested upon his hip. It had been a long time since this device had been used that was held within his gloved grip. It was time to make a statement to the woman, revealing to her that her fate was within his hands. He whips around, a column of brilliant orange plasma inches away from Vasana's neck. The heat it gave off could be felt very easily upon her skin, the smell of flesh slightly being singed could be smelled a little. A dark gaze was upon the Potentate's face as a sentence was given to Vasana, the words as chilling and dark as his eyes upon her.
You shall serve as my slave, indefinitely. I hope the time with me, until your death, will see you witness the fruits of my rule and the everlasting prosperity of Onderon. May you serve me well and may that service be dutiful. Now... take her to the palace!
The guards rushed over and grabbed Vasana, dragging her away to one of the military skiffs for transportation. As she is dragged away, the Potentate would slowly hide his lightsaber after deactivating it. His hand would rise into the air, signalling that something was going to happen. The crowd seemed to be on the edge of their seats as they noticed this. Sol showed a quiet, but emotionless face as he lower his hand swiftly, his gaze not even looking at the remaining Accused, surrounded by armed guards, as the sentence was given upon their fate. His voice rang out through the air, a cold voice that rang with the tone of dark intentions.
KILL THEM ALL!!
As the guards situated Vasana on the skiff, her face and those around her would be illuminated by blaster fire as the guards gunned down the crowd of Accused with merciless intentions. Screams and plea filled cries were thrown into the air as the prisoners were executed in cold blood. As the sentence was carried out, Sol could be seen walking away, the crowds cheering his name and the fanatics giving him praise. To them, this was not murder, this was justice. This was what the Potentate stood for; to stamp out defiance and ensure all forms of rebellion were extinguished. This was the true power of the Potentate...
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Dec 11, 2017 14:23:38 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2017 14:23:38 GMT -8
Iziz City, The Iziz City Archives Building
Witwer enter the Archive building hoping that he would uncover the connection between the Amulet, the ruined estate and the moon of Dxun as well as the voice he heard through the force. He began his search for the connection with what he already knows of the amulet, that it was once possessed by a former Ruler of Onderon, one Queen Violet Salazar. Witwer searched for connections between her and the ruined estate since she began her reign around the same time the estate was abandoned. As it turns out the now long deceased Queen had an interesting connection to one of the former residents of the estate, one Kivar Abraxas, who turns out to be a gifted force user back in his day.
"So that's the connection I've been looking for. It makes sense when thinking about it, this Abraxas most likely trained on Dxun and forged the Amulet to empower himself.
Witwer documented his findings in his personal holocron, that he would later store in the Iridonian Sith Academy for posterity. He continued to document his findings.
"Although it doesn't explain how the Amulet of Abraxas came into possession of this Queen Salazar. Since there is no record of him after he went missing for several years, there is no way to conclude that the Amulet was a gift from Abraxas to Salazar. Although there was a lot of unusual deaths in the Capital at the time, perhaps Abraxas surcame to the lure of the darkside while he was training on Dxun. It appears that more research needs to be done, and I'm certain that the answers to the questions that I still have can only be found on Dxun."
Witwer stopped his documentation and turned the holocron off. He was impressed with how well maintained the City Archives were, since he had thought that they would surely be more incomplete and or missing. As proceeded to walk out of the building three Iziz City guards stopped him right at the entrance.
Stop right there, hands in the air.
As the three guards drew their weapons and had them aimed at him, Witwer sighed. He wasn't supposed to let his presence be know to the local authorities. This was now an inconvenience to him, he needed to investigate Dxun and find the Amulet and these guards were now hindering his mission. Witwer decided to let them decide if they still wanted to live or not, for he was not without mercy.
"Lower your Weapons and walk away and you shall not be harm"
His mechanical voice rang in the ears of the three guards to which they proceeded to chuckle.
I think you're a bit confused, you see there are three of us and only one of you. So I'll only ask one more time, put your hands in the air.
"It's a shame, that you have chosen to through your lives away with little to no thought"
Again his mechanical voice ringing in their ears. Witwer ignited his lightsaber and quickly throw it at on the guards piercing his chest, while he darted towards the second guard raising his right hand focusing the force he shattered the second guard's collarbone. With the second guard dropping to ground letting out a painful howl. The third guard began to run away from Witwer after witnessing him incapacitating his comrades. Witwer used the force and called his saber back to his hands, while focusing on throwing off the last guards internal balance. Witwer walk slowly over the guard he shattered the collarbone and watched as the guard who was running away dropped to his knees and began to spew bile all over the ground. Once Witwer reached the second guard he turned his saber so that the blade was behind him.
"Know that your deaths are on your own hands. No one must know of my being here."
With that Witwer proceeded to thrust the blade downwards into the guard killing him instantly. Normally Witwer wouldn't kill unless he absolutely had to. He walked over to the guard who was now dead due to drowning in his own vomit. Witwer had only one thought as he lifted the three dead guards into air which was that by the time the bodies are discovered he would be long gone from the Capital. Witwer found the closest sewer entrance and proceeded to drop the bodies into it. Now with the bodies disposed of he could now proceeded to Dxun, so he hopped on his speeder and proceeded to back track to his starship.
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Mar 3, 2018 19:09:34 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2018 19:09:34 GMT -8
Iziz City, West Entrance
Kivar and his cult traveled into the west entrance of the capital aboard a transport shuttle, that would take them to a condo complex that is ran secretly by the Abraxas Cult.
On their way to the complex, Kivar changed out of his sith armor and into typical Onderon clothing. This way his identity of being a sith would be kept hidden. Kivar knew that he could take the Onderon throne if he regained his power more quickly, but he would have to do it the way that his father and his cohorts had intended, before falling victim to his lightsaber. Kivar could tell that Malia tried not to look as he changed. Kivar let a sly grin come over his face for brief second, since hardly any women back during his time ever looked at him the way Malia did and let perhaps it was because she didn't know what he really looked like and maybe it was because she knew how powerful he truly was. Once he was fully dressed he turned and looked at Malia to ask her questions about her.
"Tell me, my dear how does a Minister of Education become the second in command of a cult?"
Well M'lord, before being a minister I was a teacher. I taught the History of Onderon and of the great house of Onderon, when I noticed that one House had all but been striped from the offical reconds. So I started to dig into the reasoning behind such an act and before I knew it I was completely fascinated with the history of the Great House Abraxas. Then come a brief moment where nothing else beside learning the history became important, so I sought out other like-minded individuals who at the time I had thought their interest was purely to discuss and broaden their own understanding of the history. Shortly thereafter I was a member of the Abraxas cult, I became what they called the keeper of history. Which meant that in case that Cade should fall in combat I would take over until a new leader could be picked.
"How interesting, and before the rest of them could elect a new leader I named you to be in charge of the cult."
That would be correct M'lord
"Tell me Malia, who is the current leader of Onderon?"
That would be King Roger Bradley
"I see, and what of his family?"
Well M'lord there's Queen Lysa Bradley, Steven Bradley who is Roger's Eldest son and heir to the throne. Lastly there is Syrio Bradley Roger's youngest.
"I see, and who are some of the major players in the palace?"
"Well there is The Prime Minister Renly Goodwin of House Goodwin, Daario the Minister of Defence, and of course there is Martin Brisk the King's Hand.
"How well protected is the King and his family?"
Very well protected, M'lord. His person guard, Sandor McCann leads a squad of highly trained Honor Guards that travel with and watch over the King's family, while Sandor is always nearby the King.
"Excellent my dear, you appear to know much of the players involved at the palace, and what the major players who are not in the palace at all times?"
Well there is Simon my older Brother who is head of House Maximus, and there is Beric Raeken the Commander of the Royal guard, and of course there is Vladimir Rayder the current leader of the Beast Riders.
As Malia finished informing Kivar of all of the Major players of Onderon their transport shuttle arrived at the complex. The cultist who all had removed their dark cloaks stepped out of the shuttle and proceeded with their daily rituals as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Kivar and Malia walked out beside each other.
"Show me to my temporary quarters."
Yes M'lord
Malia walked in front of Kivar and began to led him to his quarters, while she did this her mind began to wonder as it often did. This time however she began to think about Kivar in a way she had never had before, although before today he was just someone of note in history she never thought that she would be walking and speaking to him. She couldn't help but remember the way he looked as he had removed his armor, even though she didn't look for very long she still could see his chiseled body, she had noticed most if not all of the scars on his perfectly sculpted body almost as if the gods themself chiseled him out the finest of all stones. Malia shook her head trying to rid herself of these thoughts as she could tell that she was begining to blush.
Here you are M'lord the penthouse suite, I'll let you get settle and if you need anything just use this holo it had my personal frequency already inputted. I'll also have someone to bring up the crates that container your armor. Now if you excuse me M'lord I'm late for a Ministry meeting.
"You're excused my dear, and thank you for all you have done so far"
With that Malia rushed out of the penthouse suite trying to make it look like she rushed out because she was having lustrous thoughts about Lord Abraxas, or as History refers to him The Dread Lord. Kivar walked around the suite taking it all in. He could help but grin, for his plan would began very soon.
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Mar 12, 2018 18:10:42 GMT -8
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Several Weeks later, Iziz City, Abraxas Cult Complex
In the middle of the room of the penthouse suite, Kivar stood viewing a holo of Onderon.
Kivar was staring at a Holo of Onderon for he was thinking about how to enact parts of phase one of his master plan. First, he thought, I will need allies with in the palace itself. Then I will need allies outside of the city, and it would hurt to gain a few more allies with in the Onderon Ministry.He didn't know how long his plan would take to be complete, but he did know that in the end he would rule over all of Onderon. The turbolift that came straight up into the penthouse opened its door and Malia walked out with a look of frustration on her face.
M'lord, forgive me, but what the hell have you been up to? It's been weeks since your return and it seems as though that you are content to just sit in the penthouse instead of enacting your plan.
Without turning to face Malia, Kivar's expression turned from one of deep thought to one of annoyance.
"You think that I am content to sit here? Since my essence was returned to my body which has been in status for several thousand years, I have regained control of the basic movements and have began to get my body back moving the way it used to. I have also cultivated more than several hundred new members of the Abraxas cult and positioned them into key places so that I may gather information on any and all relevant points of interest. So, yes my plan has been running slower than I had first calculated, but it has been running smoothly. Which means that everything is going according to my plan."
I meant no disrespect m'lord, we had thought that by now we would be further along than we are.
Kivar turned to face Malia and brought up a holo of two people who were both in the Onderon Ministry.
"In the coming weeks I want you to bring this man into our fold."
Malia recognized the man that Kivar was pointing to, for it was none either that Minister of Defence Daario. She knew that this task would prove to be difficult, she suspected that had he little outburst been any worse she might have met the same fate as Cade.
It will be done m'lord
With that Malia, bowed and took the turbolift down to the ground floor. From there Malia would take a taxi speeder back to the Ministry building and began brining Minister Daario into the fold. Back at the penthouse. Kivar took down the holo of Daario and focused on the remaining holo.
"Don't worry, you will be brought into the fold very soon Prime Minister."
Kivar began to laugh, which had an almost chilling effect on anyone who heard it. Kivar knew that once both Minister Daario and the Prime Minister were in the fold, that the next part of the plan would be to get the commander of the Royal Guards on his side. Kivar also knew that this task would be difficult, but important as that would mean him and his cultist could enter the palace whenever they wanted to. Even if the commander of the royal guards was on his side, he still could not get into striking distance of the King thanks to his Kingsguard, who guards the King and the royal family. Kivar was not worried for his plan has a part to deal with them as well, but for now Kivar would need to focus on bring certain key people into the fold.
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Apr 15, 2018 20:47:46 GMT -8
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Several Weeks later, Iziz City, Abraxas Cult Complex
Kivar was now fully able to move around and even spare a bit before his muscles began to hurt. Things had bee moving according to plan, Malia had managed to setup a meeting with Minister Daario. Soon the good minister would join the fold. Kivar was sure of it, and almost like clockwork Malia and the Minister entered the penthouse of the Abraxas Cult Complex.
"Good Evening, Minister Daario. I hope that you'll find our group to be a most useful asset. I know that you have many questions and I will answer them all in due time."
No I think you will answer them now. I only agreed to meet with you as long as you answered my questions.
"My dear Minister, it would appear that you have the wrong idea of why you're here. You see I need allies in the days to come, and I don't really need you to be a willing ally. So you will sit down and listen before you speak to me like that again.
With that the Minister took a seat and kept his mouth shut. Malia walked towards the exit and stood there as though she was guarding it, while her master spoke to a potential ally. She didn't really know what Kivar would do and it was sort of exciting.
"Minister Daario, I have plan to ensure that Onderon thrives. You see for that to happen a new regime must rise, and the old must fall."
Kivar moved closer to the Minister so that he could be in striking distance should the need arise.
What you speak of is high treason.
"What I speak of is is true freedom, where we the people are the ones with a say in how our world is run"
Kivar knew that what he had just told the Minister was a lie. For he had no intention in allowing the people to govern themselves, he knew that he would have to say anything to get the minister on board with his plan. If the minister didn't join him willingly then he still join just not of his own free will.
No, I can't allow you to go through with any sort of plan.
Kivar continued to walk towards the Minister until he was with arms length away. KIvar raised his right hand and grabbed the Minister's forehead.
"Then So be it."
Kivar focused the force and began to perform a advanced version of the Alter mind technique, soon he would project an image into the Minister's mind which Kivar would use to alter Minister Daario's perception of reality. So that the Minister would believed in Kivar and his cause. Kivar couldn't help but smile for that very soon he would have gain a useful ally and then he would gain another in the form of the Prime Minister.
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Apr 28, 2018 14:40:18 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2018 14:40:18 GMT -8
A few days later.....
Kivar sat in a chair while a young women cut his hair, and trimmed his beard down to the stubble. Kivar could tell that the young women was nervous about being in the penthouse suite of his Cult's complex, he could only help but grin. Once she was finished, Kivar stood up and looked himself over in a mirror.
"You do good work, Thank you."
The young woman bowed and swiftly exited the room in perfect timing as Malia enter the suite. She had a look of concern on her face, no doubt she and the rest of the cultist grew impatient with him. They however could not say anything since he did manage to get The Minister of Defence on their side. Kivar almost knew what Malia would say about him getting cleaned up, and almost as if on cue she did.
M'lord , if you don't mind me asking why are you getting cleaned up? Are you expecting company?
"You see my dear, I am making myself look presentable for the Prime Minister as I have arranged a meeting with him. For I feel it is time for him to join the fold."
Of course m'lord, do you require any assistance with the Prime Minister?
"I do not. I do however require you to do some digging for any information regarding the beast riders."
Beast Riders M'lord? Pauses for a split second. Of course m'lord it will be done
"Good, you are dismissed."
With that Malia exited the penthouse. Kivar kinda hoped that she would return with good news, but if not she would be given a second chance. Kivar knew that giving his cultist a second chance was a way for him to keep them under his control. Fear is a good way to control a group of people, especially when the group views you as a god. It amused Kivar a bit, but right now he must focus on bringing the Prime Minister into the fold. Kivar put on a trandinal Onderon business attire. Kivar must look the part for the meeting, for the Prime Minister would make a must powerful ally in the coming days. Kivar walked over to the turbo lift and headed down to the ground level of the complex, once there he walked over to his personal taxi, piloted by one of his cultist. Kivar and the Prime Minister were to meet at the Ministry building. Since the Ministry's security was almost as tight as the palace, Kivar had to leave his lightsaber back with his favorite suit. Soon he would be sitting across from one of the most powerful men on Onderon, and soon that man would be his ally. Kivar smile while sitting in the backseat for phase one of his master plan was coming along nicely.
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Apr 28, 2018 17:30:14 GMT -8
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Ministry Building, First floor
Kivar entered the build and was flushed with old memories of the last time he was here. The building itself had changed quite a bit, but it still had the same feeling about it. The feeling of having to watch what you say and do for you never knew who might be watching and who they might work for. Kivar could sense the fear of the people who work here, not because of him but fear of being caught doing something that they should not be doing. Kivar smiled, the fear he felt would soon be magnified tenfold once he and his allies moved into phase two for now though he would have to be content with the fear he sensed earlier. Kivar walked up to a turbo lift which would take him to the Prime Minister's office.
Ministry Building, Office of the Prime Minister
Kivar walked in and saw Prime Minister Goodwin sitting at a large desk with two other Ministers beside him. Kivar didn't recognize the other two, which in itself was an issue. Kivar did not like the fact that the Prime Minister had invited others to their meeting, he did however hide this from them. He continued to make his way to a chair which was clearly meant for him to sit.
"Prime Minister, I thought our meeting was a private one."
It was, until I decided that it wasn't. That's not a problem is it?
"Not at all Prime Minister. It would have been nice to know in advance, but what's done is done. Shall we get on with the meeting?"
Of course, please take a seat and we shall begin.
Kivar took his seat and waited for Goodwin to begin the meeting. While waiting he could help but think about the two that the minister brought with him to the meeting. Kivar wonder whether or not the two could be bought or perhaps they need the same level of persuasion that Kivar applied to Minister Daario. In the end it wouldn't matter, his plan would go off without any interruptions.
I assume that since you called this meeting, you had something to ask of me. If so please begin.
"Thank you Prime Minister. You may not be aware of this but I have a lot of influence with the people of Onderon, and I feel that I could use it to keep you in Office."
So you want to work for me? Goodwin couldn't help but smile at this. Well you do have a funny way of asking for a job. Unless you're trying to get something from me, which one would perceive as blackmail.
"No, I'm not blackmailing you nor am I asking for a job. I'm offering you a chance to stay in power, and all you have to do is join me. I'll even allow your friends to keep their positions, should they choose to join as well."
And if we don't join you? You'll what kill us. I'll have you know that I could imprison you for what you just said.
"Kill you? No I would make you suffer, I would take everything you hold dear and destroy it while you watched then once you begged me to end you I would. Then I would find someone who would fell in line and obey."
Well then I guess I have no choice but to join you.
"Good choice, I'll contact you when you're needed, until then just be yourself and carry on with whatever it is you do."
Kivar stood up and walked out of the office, he knew that even though that Goodwin agreed to join the prime minister no doubt was already plotting to get out of under his thumb. Kivar would plant some cultists in the building to keep an eye on the good Prime minister. As Kivar made his way to the turbo lift, he couldn't help but get excited for the meeting of his next future ally. The beast riders... then allies with the palace walls, after that phase two can begin.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2018 17:04:38 GMT -8
Abraxas Cult Complex, Penthouse
Kivar stood at an easel on a balcony which allowed a person to take in the view of the city. Kivar was deep in thought as he began to paint the view, Kivar always thought that one could achieve a true understanding of the way things are. He knew that all that painting did was calm his mind and allow him to focus. His next potential ally was the leader of the beast riders that lived outside of the capital, getting a meeting with them would be tricky to be sure but not impossible. Once Malia returned he would hopefully have the information that he needed to setup the meeting. As he continued to paint the door of the turbolift opened and Malia stepped out. Even though KIvar was deep in thought with his painting, he could tell that she had something to tell him.
"Go on my dear, I'm listening. What did you learn?"
Malia walked closer to Kivar and stopped when she was a two feet away.
M'lord, all I found was their current location and the name of their leader.
"Continue, Please"
The name of their leader is one Vladimir Rayder, and their current location is the lost city of Meridian, and apparently this Vladimir became the leader when he united the warring beast rider clans.
"So he fancies himself a king of the beasts."
Sir? What is the plan for dealing with them?
"In do time, my dear. The mongols will bow before the rightful king or they will meet the same fate as everyone else who opposes me.... opposes us."
Of course M'lord.
With that Kivar waved her away, so that he may continue painting. Malia bowed her head and proceeded to leave the penthouse. Kivar began to lose himself in his work, and for the moment nothing else matter besides finishing the painting.
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2018 14:22:01 GMT -8
Ministry Building
It had been a few day since Malia had been in the building, since she had been running down leads for her master Kivar. She walked in and saw that the security had been increased most likely due to Kivar's visit. The Prime Minister didn't know that she was apart of the cult, he however had the idea to try and find anyone else who was working for Kivar. It wasn't a bad idea, but not a smart one since he didn't know who worked for Kivar he couldn't be sure who would inform him of his latest action, unless this was a way to trap others and try to gain the upper hand on Kivar. She however would do nothing out of the ordinary, even though the Prime Minister was brought into the fold didn't mean that they had his loyalty. No doubt Kivar was planning something to test the Prime Minister's Loyalty. Malia continued to walk towards the turbolift and once in she entered the floor number that her office was on.
The Turbolift stopped on a floor below the one that Malia had entered.
Renly walked into the turbolift once its door open, inside was Minister Maximus. Renly paid little to no attention to the Education Minister for he was deep in thought. Someone in this building must be in league with Mister Abraxas, he thought, Wait a moment he heard that name before but where? Once he was in his Office he would do some research and find where he had heard the name before. Renly reached over and pressed the button that his office was one.
The turbolift continued to go up to the floors that where entered, stopping at Malia's floor.
Malia walked out of the turbolift and turned around to face the Prime minister and with a grin said,
Have a Wonderful day, Mister Prime Minister
She then continued to walk towards her office while the door of the turbolift closed and proceeded to head to the floor that the Prime Minister's office was on. Renly waved to Malia as she spoke, he couldn't be bothered to say anything since he was still thinking about the name Abraxas. The door to the turbolift opened and Renly proceeded to walk to his office, passing a bunch of different workers never answering them just waving to them with a smile. He knew that he had to act how he alwaysed acted at least until he was inside his office.
Malia's Office
Once she was in her office and was sure that no one was watching her, she proceeded to boot up a spyware that was installed on the Prime Minister's computer. She was curious about what he might be up too, he however had not logged on yet. Malia would wait and keep a record of everything that the Prime Minister did, since something in her gut told her that he would try something to get out from Kivar's thumb.
The Office of Prime Minister Renly Goodwin
Once Renly was inside, he quickly went over to his computer and began to find all of the file pertaining to the name Abraxas. So far all he could find was a obscure record of a fairly unknown cult that was using the name and a image of a once noble house by the same name.Damn it, he thought, Nothing that can be used. Something caught Renly's eye enough for him to enlarge the image of the members of house Abraxas, and there behind the head of the house was a man who bore a large similarities to the man who had visited him a few days ago. Renly decided to continue his search, but more focused on the man himself.
Malia's Office
After witnessing the Prime Minister finding information on the cult and Kivar, Malia was just about to inform Kivar. Something though stopped her, and that was a message that popped up on her computer. It was from Kivar who was informing her that he had made sure that images of himself could be easily found and how that image would lead to other information on him. It would seem that Kivar believed that once the Prime Minister knew about his history or a version of it, he would be more incline to fall in line at least that was the feeling that Malia got. So she would wait further instructions from Kivar.
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May 1, 2018 20:57:46 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on May 1, 2018 20:57:46 GMT -8
Malgan Market
Kivar walked through the Market looking at all of the merchants and people who were there to buy the merchants' goods. It was a good way to forget all of his troubles, and the things that he would have to do to fulfill his plans. These people were nothing to him in the end, just a way to obtain whatever he wanted. Kivar walked over to several guards who were patrolling the streets, he stopped a few feet in front of them.
"Hello there, mind if I borrow your minds?"
Kivar raised both hands before either on of them could remember and he focused the force so that he could use the alter mind technique, once he released it he began to implant images into their minds. He lowered his hands once he was done implanting the images. Kivar smiled as he now had two palace guards also known as paladins under his complete control.
"Now I need you two to do me a favor. I want you to get put on the young prince's guard detail, understood?"
Both guards nodded and walked away. Kivar made sure that no one saw what he did and then made his way back to his personal taxi, he had enough of the market for one day. He would be back once he knew for sure that Prince Syrio would be there, so that he could sell a certain painting to the young prince. Phase one of his plan was almost complete and then phase two would began, Kivar couldn't help but smile as he seat down in the back of the taxi.
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May 7, 2018 16:58:10 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on May 7, 2018 16:58:10 GMT -8
Abraxas Cult Complex, Penthouse
Kivar stood on the balcony and had his gaze fixated on the palace. Soon, I will be able to move freely throughout the palace. he thought. Phase One was almost complete and soon a meeting of his allies would take place, but first he would have to meet with the leader of the beast riders the one called Vladimir Rayder. Vladimir would bow and swear his allegiance to him or Kivar would simply have to find someone who will. Kivar walked from the balcony to the middle of the seating area, he took a seat on the sofa and began to meditate and focus the force so that he may use the doppelganger technique. The technique would allow him to meet with Vladimir all the while remaining in the penthouse. Kivar may need the beast riders but he isn't an idiot, going there in person could result in his death and he couldn't allow that.
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Abraxas Cult Complex, Penthouse
As his Doppelganger disappeared from the beast rider's encampment, Kivar stood up and let a sinister grin appear on his face. Kivar was impressed with how quickly phase one was almost done, all that remained was to gain one more ally. He knew which ally he needed to gain, and that would be Beric Raeken the commander of the Royal Guards also known as Paladins. Beric Raeken's title was that of Lord Commander, he was the last ally he needed and once Raeken was an ally he could move his plan into phase two. Phase two of his master plan was going to be something that the people of Onderon would not soon forget, and in three days time the leader of the beast riders Deucalion would arrive at the complex.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2018 23:26:25 GMT -8
Malgan Market
Kivar watched as several of his cultist who were dressed as ordinary civilians began to setup his stall, he had a plan to gain access to the last of his allies.The lord commander was recently put in charge of security of the young princes birthday. Kivar waved his hand and in an instant more of his pawns come out with several paintings that he had done, he of course wasn't interested if any ordinary people bought them. He had done research on Queen Lysa Bradley, she was a huge fan of the fine arts and that would be his way into the Prince's party. He had a feeling that she would buy most if not all of his work to display around the palace. The cultist brought out his painting materials, he would paint the market and hopefully that would be enough to catch the Queen's eye.
An Hour later
Kivar was just about finished painting the market when he spotted the Queen roaming through the market being escorted by the Lord Commander himself. Almost as on que the Queen and her guard walked up to his stand and began to look at his work. Lysa couldn't help but be impressed with the artist's work, she loved the way that he captured the essence of the during the day and night. These would look lovely hanging in the ballroom for Syrio's party,She thought. She motioned for her guards to stay put for the moment, as she walked up behind Kivar.
Excuse me sir? I was wondering how much for your works of Art?
"For you my Queen, nothing. Think them as my gift for your son's birthday."
Well thank you good sir. I do feel terrible that you aren't making any credits off of these masterpieces. Perhaps I could hire you to paint a family portrait?
Kivar finished the final touches on the painting of the market, and turn to face the Queen. Kivar noticed that the Queen's beautiful brown eyes and long silk black hair, he had to admit that King Bradley had good taste.
"That would be splendid, my Queen. I'll make sure to bring my best materials."
He motioned for his cultist to help carry the paintings back to the palace. Still looking into her eyes, Kivar bowed.
"If you'll excuse me, I'm late for a meeting."
The Lysa nodded, Kivar began to walk back towards his penthouse suite. He could feel the Queen's eyes on him as he walked away. Lysa quickly realize what she was doing, her cheeks became flushed she shook her head trying to get the thoughts out of her head. She began to walk behind the man carrying the works of art, Beric motioned for his guards to take formation around the Queen.
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The Abraxas Cult Complex, The CourtyardAs Kivar walked through the courtyard, he could feel more of his lost power flowing back into him. The pain that it brought with it would have caused any normal human to collapse on the spot. Kivar however just grabbed his face with his right hand and continued to walk into the building. It was almost time to start one of his contingency plans, he thought as he entered the building. Kivar walked to the turbo lift and entered, he pressed the button that would take him to the cultist training area on sub level two. Meanwhile at the Ministry Building, in the Office of the Prime Minister.Renly Goodwin was having a meeting with the other Ministers all the while trying to figure out who else was in league with Mister Abraxas. Minister Daario was there as well as Malia, The Minister of Education, and two other Ministers, Dorian and Robin. Also present within the room was an Admiral and of Martin Brisk, the hand of the king. The Ministers that were not there, were currently in the middle of meetings. The conversation they were having at the moment was what they would do as a gift for young Syrio's birthday party. The topic wasn't that important at least not at this moment to Renly. He looked at everyone present and began to doubt their loyalties to the Crown. He quietly calmed himself down for within the next few hours he would see who was aligned to Kivar as today was the first meeting of Mister Abraxas' little alliance.Back at the Abraxas Cult ComplexKIvar watched as the cultist sparred with each other. it was sad, he thought, Not a single promising candidate. He walked over to his makeshift workshop and proceeded to begin the first step of one of his contingency plans, which would allow him to live on even after his body had died. On the table there was a mask. Kivar began the first stage of his ritual, he would not have time to perform the other stages as his meeting of allies was taking place within an hour, plus it took a lot of force power to perform the first stage of the ritual. He would need to rest inbetween stages to make sure that each one was performed without any mistakes.
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