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Post by Lord Sinistra on Nov 25, 2013 14:52:20 GMT -8
Her face had been obscured by the shadows cast by her hood in the darkness but as she stood there listening to him profane again about his superiority, she decided to show him someone few ever got to see. The darkness moved around them here, she could feel why. The holocrons called to her like ghosts in the walls. Their fingers, their voices whispering to her. Her robes seemed to flutter lightly as two glowing red eyes looked out of her cloak. The unseen winds seemed to cloud her with a grey mist and she evaporated into it. Her voice called out, strangely ethereal, tri-toned and dissonant. It moved through the room, like eddies of air swirling in the darkness.
"You took everything of value you could save at Ossus..." The echo swam around the walls, a hissing whisper that could have been the scrape of a boot on the stone floor. "...this is not a nexus..." The voice sounded over his right shoulder before it vanished in a hush. "You are not worthy of the words of the ancients..." the voice resumed on his other side but there was no one there. Sinistra was not in the room, persay, her force presence masked by the sudden surge of the holocrons in the walls along the walls of the room.
"They call to me to liberate them, to show the galaxy that the Sith are not relegated to a diluted old collector..." the voice paused by Enam, a shiver of cold air seemed to hover before it was gone again. "You cannot train up what you do not respect. The Errant is a tool but the ambitions of your mind are not hers. This place will fall to ruin in her hands. Well hand..." There was a whooshing giggle that faded as soon as it sounded. "You think I do not see the past flowing through this room..." the faint words died in the air as stillness overtook it once more and the red glowing eyes returned to their original spot.
"Or hear the voices of those who had come before call out to me to liberate them from your grasp." She was solid and whole again, the red glowing eyes faded to her sulfuric yellow ones, her tone calm and even as she offered one last time. Her presence could be felt again as she walked to the wall and caressed it, the pull of whatever holocron lay within the wall there; ancient and full of anger, unlike anyone who dwelt in this decaying ruin.
"I have asked for your assistance and offered a reward. You can take the spoils of the Mandalorians who have pillaged the temples of the Jedi. Add them to what you took from Ossus, but retrieve those spoils from the corpses of our enemies the proper way. I have nothing to give you but the opportunity to reach for those things yourself."
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Nov 25, 2013 18:36:33 GMT -8
Jud'dayus was silent, his face as emotionless as a carved slab of granite. His eye following Sinistra as she lovingly caressed the wall beside her. "So..." He started, a skeletal finger coming up to his thin lips to tap as he recalculated the woman before him. "You are more than the sum of your parts, Lord Sinistra." Jud said with a renewed sense of interest, maybe even a modicum of respect as he started towards her.
"Interesting creatures, the Aing-Tii." He stated enthusiastically, making sure to keep the reference as obscure as possible to all others except, Sin. "And even more fascinating that you know anything about them..." Jud finished as he stepped up beside Sin, his skeletal hand going up to the wall as well. "Now you know more truth than most." He said, with a smirk, his eye closing as he felt the ebbing powers suffusing the chamber in which they stood.
"I will not permit any thoughts of liberation." Jud said in a measured, cordial tone, softly enough for only Sin to hear. "And anyone who dares think they can." Jud grinned eagerly. "Will find Bogan's domain waiting for them here." It was so much more than a friendly empty threat. It was a warning, a kind warning that if Sinistra truly wanted to liberate this place. That Jud'dayus would not hesitate in killing whoever or whatever was brought upon him. This was his life's work, and nothing short of the absolute destruction of his body would prevent him from fulfilling his preordained tasks, and his ascension to Godhood.
"Very well, Lord Sinistra." The Sith said at his normal volume. "You have my saber for assistance, but know I'm not one of your doting followers. I'm in this for me, not you, or the Dark Tide, or any other Forcelings..." Jud stated as he turned from Sin and walked back towards the center of the Sanctum. "This is my quest for absolution. When does it begin?"
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Nov 26, 2013 5:48:33 GMT -8
"I did not ask for your fealty, nor do I expect you to bend knee to Dark Tide. I expect you to fight against the Mandalorians and stop them. Already they have wrought destruction on far too many planets for my liking. Make your preparations and leave for Kuat as soon as you are able." She removed her hand from the stone wall and leaned over to hiss a whisper at him.
"If I am barred from liberating your toys, then I should expect no less from you. My offer was for the spoils of the Mandalorians, not my Estate." She smiled curtly before she called over to Stormro. "Collect yourself Stevan, we're done here."
She offered a polite bow to Jud'dayus, not deep but implying a deference to the ancient Sith. "Always a pleasure, Lord Jud'dayus." She turned on her heel and headed out of the chamber, not bothering to check if Stormro was following along or not.
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Post by Stevan Stormro on Nov 27, 2013 18:49:20 GMT -8
Stormro had risen quietly once Sinistra had finished administering his punishment, his face an emotionless mask as he silently set to repairing his broken nose using his right hand so as to avoid a distinguishing feature which could be lethal in the intelligence field. Behind the mask of controlled emotion he fumed, however, and not at Sinistra as some might have expected. No, the Nagaian Sith Lord was furious with himself; furious that he had made such a mistake, furious that his mistake might have somehow cost Lord Sinistra something, and beyond all else furious that he had made a mistake at all. For too long he had operated alone in the shadows, bidden only to his own goals and desires, and only now in hindsight did he realize that his long solitude had altered his perception of events. His social skills had dulled, and while he could certainly observe details of the potential big picture his vision of the small picture had faded from atrophy. Resolving to address this grave flaw in his abilities, Stormro drew upon the anger and frustration he felt as he finished re-aligning the bits of cartilage in his nose and began to slowly fuse the fragments back together with the Force. It was slow work, as the dark energies which he channeled did not wish to serve such a purpose, but as Lord Sinistra and Lord Jud'dayus continued their conversation the cartilage eventually knit itself back together just as they seemed to finish.
At Sinistra's call he returned his focus to her, nodding in silent affirmation of her command as he reached up and forced his left shoulder back into its socket with a sickening pop to rival its original dislocation and a soft hiss of pain which belied the stab of sensation which the act sent shooting through him. Drawing the pain away and feeding it into the furnace of the Dark Side, Stormro began to gather the Force in preparation for the more temporary healing which would stave off his shattered ribcage until he could take the time to properly mend the injury. He could feel the massive bruise which covered the left side of his pale torso beneath the layers of cloth which he wore, and only the slightly raspy breaths which he drew gave away the fact that the injury was negatively effecting his breathing. With a less than gentle nudge of the Force he realigned the broken ribs, another soft hiss of pain escaping him as the sensations were used to fuel the dark healing which he then applied with both of his hands to the afflicted area of his body. Such dark healing was only temporary, but it was also far quicker than he could have truly healed such an injury and would do until he could return to his ship to properly tend to them.
Still aching all over from the injuries and Sinistra's administration of them, Stormro gave a final, silent bow of respect to Lord Jud'dayus before turning and following the Lord of Atrocity out of the sanctum, still fuming silently behind the emotionless mask which he maintained upon his face. No more mistakes, no more miscalculations; if he was going to properly serve Lord Sinistra and her Dark Tide he would have to find any other lingering imperfections from his long exile and hammer them out like a blacksmith hammering out the impurities in a blade upon the anvil. With that resolution he was gone, quickly retaking his place in stride behind and to the right of Lord Sinistra.
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Nov 28, 2013 19:14:08 GMT -8
He heard the Dark Lord say, as he sat again in the middle of the Sanctum; in a meditative pose. "Likewise, milady..." Jud said smoothly as he took a deep intake of air. "May your trip back to your estate be unabated..." He finished, bowing his head low, the darkness of the Sanctum immediately closing in on him, choking out the light.
"Oh, be the way..." Jud spoke, as Sin's foot stepped over the Sanctum's threshold into the corridor of the Temple beyond. "I have a parting gift for you." The Venerable Sith turned to the Lady Lord, his single eye a ruby red. "It's somewhat unorthodox, but that has never stopped me before." Jud grinned, his voice conveying his amusement. "Consider her a show of 'good faith', and the first of many to take the place of those you'll lose." Jud turned back around, bowing his head again. "You'll find her very willing to be molded. Something I know you can appreciate - more than most."
"Until Kaut... Lord Sinistra."
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Dec 9, 2013 9:58:32 GMT -8
Her irritation showed clearly on her face at his comment of milady, but her back was to Jud'dayus so it could go unnoticed. She briefly halted her exit as he offered an acolyte to her, hopefully it was not tightly wound creature who opened the door. Although the sarcastic one by his side wouldn't be bad. She smiled pertly over her shoulder, her voice low and husky. "How thoughtful..."
She continued her exit back to the main gates, leaving Stormro to collect the new traveling companion.
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Mar 14, 2014 11:41:46 GMT -8
Jud entered his Sanctum and took a deep breath, before sighing it out again. "Hello, my friends..." He said to the emptiness of his refuge as he continued towards the center of the room, before sitting down. The Sith bowed his head, and within seconds was in a deep meditative trance.
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Post by Nartaga on Mar 14, 2014 12:07:06 GMT -8
As Jud'dayus entered his meditation, a breeze flowed through the enclosed room that was the Sanctum. More peculiar, the light from the Twin Sun's shining through the God's Eye grew brighter, and began to coalesce. Soon the form the light was making became clear. The image of the Elder stood before Jud'dayus, leaning heavily on his walking staff, his robes looking even more old and weather worn. The light from the God's Eye grew black, and the only light that was within the room now was that which came from the Elder's projection. The projection must have taken considerable energy, to penetrate Jud'dayus's very Sanctum. The projection blurred out of focus, before the Elder compensated and became clear once more. Even with his skill breaking into the Sanctum and holding a connection was no easy task.
His voice was raspy, as if he had not drank anything for days. His grip on his staff, even through the projection, showed his hands shaking slightly.Why was he making such an effort to contact Jud'dayus, given their history?
=The Elder=
"When was the last time you had a true friend, Dante?"
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Mar 14, 2014 17:32:13 GMT -8
He'd felt it, the presence, like the pressure of high altitude pushing on his mind. The Sith's ears crackled and his skeletal hand went to the bridge of his nose to kneed the dull aching pressure behind his eye. Jud didn't open his eye as Nutho'us spoke to him, he could see the man in his mind's eye just fine.
"At the same time that name ceased to have any meaning to me, Nutho'us..." Jud's head finally turned up towards the shimmering projection of the Elder, though his eye remained shut to it's brilliance. "And what of you? Where are your droves of followers, your flock?" The Sith's head turned slightly to one side, before Jud grinned. "Oh, that's right. You rely on the sand rats for support. Oh, how the mighty have fallen, no?" Jud laughed, righting his head again before steepling his fingers to tap his bony chin on. "Though I will admit to you, Nutho'us. I'm impressed to see you here, and in such good condition. I would have thought my wards would have turned you into a pile of whatever you're still made of, or at the least destroyed your mind beyond repair. Well done." Jud gave the Elder a respectful bow of the head. "But how? That's where I'm stu-..." Jud stopped, raising a hand and nodding his head, as he finally could possibly know the trick. "You're bound to the planet, aren't you? You've achieved something I never was desperate enough to do. Oh my, how delightful." Jud grinned, clapping in glee at the revelation of the Elder's continued existence and amplified power.
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Post by Nartaga on Mar 14, 2014 18:20:39 GMT -8
The Elder's projection grew dim for a moment, before steadying at a viewable light, wavering every now and again as the Elder continued to fight to retain his projection. He bowed his own head in turn when Jud'dayus did. What were these conversations with ancient enemies if you could not have a civil conversation every couple hundred years. Even the one before this had ended with a lightsaber drawn and caught in hand.
=The Elder=
"I am surprised you would dismiss the Tuskens so easily, Dante. You know who they are descended from, what they are capable of. You've even met them. Still....I have little time, and an argument about the future of the Ghorfa would only waste it."
The Elder made a motion, as if drawing something in the air. It was something he was doing physically where he was.
=The Elder=
"I had little choice but to bond with Tatooine. I needed her power! The Machine is awakened, Dante! One from the War with the Rakatan. The one that created the Crystals, and the Dark Possessed. Even you could not control its power, and even with Tatooine at my command just containing it is proving difficult. This is a warning, Dante. In case I should fail. This Machine must not be allowed to destroy Tatooine."
The Elder stopped drawing whatever it was he had been and returned to the conversation with his full concentration.
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Mar 15, 2014 21:26:22 GMT -8
Jud lulled his head to Nutho'us' response about the Tusken's and their usefulness. He was prone to snap judgement - that was a act - and there had been times that those had gotten him into some pretty sticky situations. So, once again, Jud gave Nutho'us the benefit of the doubt. They had known each other so long that it would be disrespectful to do otherwise. At the mention of "little time left" Jud gave the thought a knowing smirk, before realizing that the Elder was talking about himself, and not Jud. The Old Sith was about to ask a question, a simple yes or no when Nutho'us brought up the machine.
Jud's eye snapped open and he quickly straightened up from his meditative position. "Impossible!" Jud said in a hushed tone to the shimmering visage of the elder before him. "We disabled it..." Jud started to pace, his hand going up to nervously massage his chin. "We worked together to disable it, Nutho'us." Jud stopped his pacing, and looked to the shade of his former comrade. His single eye was its nature hazel, and troubled.
"I can't do this without you, Nutho'us... I'm not strong enough." A man's voice finally said from the parchment thin lips of the Sith. The weight of his confession, and the conviction in his voice enough to collapse a sun. Jud looked away and clasped his hands behind his back before pacing off again. "Tell me more. Tell me everything, Nutho'us."
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Post by Nartaga on Mar 16, 2014 7:51:31 GMT -8
The Elder's gaze followed Jud'dayus as he began to pace. He was taken aback by the man's confession. He could not believe Jud'dayus himself had just said he was not strong enough. Hundreds of years searching for power, taking it for himself...Surely this was not the man he had known all these years.
=The Elder=
"You are strong enough, Dante. You have always been the stronger between us. I have faith that if I should die, you will be able to stop the Machine."
The Elder moved to the side of the Sanctum closer to Jud'dayus. Sand lifted up around his feet as he moved, but it disappeared as it settled.
=The Elder=
"As you already know, the Machine was created by the Kumumgah in an attempt to preserve their species. It was stolen from their Masters, the Rakatan, during the War. It destroyed their bodies, taking their souls and placing them within the Crystals. After the War was lost, it attempted to place the souls of the Kumumgah in the bodies of the Ghorfa, but it failed. Creating the Dark Possessed, and causing another War in the early days of the R'Crurak clan. When we disabled it, we tried to erase all traces of its presence...but..we missed something..."
The Elder hunched over and began to cough. The dry hacking went on for several moments before he caught himself, and took a few deep breaths before continuing.
=The Elder=
"I saw it in a vision. A darkness spreading over Tatooine, and then to other worlds after it was done. I had to come, to ensure it was still dead...There were bodies when I arrived. Twisted, corrupted. Our barriers were down, and the Machine was active, channeling the souls it had captured to fuel itself. Treasure Hunters.....their folly may be our doom. It's alive, Dante. I can feel it. It's been adding to itself. There are parts here...I do not recognize. Too advanced for even the Republic and Empire to create. It's been growing..."
The Elder's tone grew angry as he spoke.
=The Elder=
"If only we had destroyed it when we had the chance! Damn the Ancient for meddling in forces they could not understand! We are always paying for their mistakes!"
Collecting himself, the Elder tried to remain calm, and forced himself to continue. For the first time in a long time he used Jud'dayus's chosen name.
=The Elder=
"I can keep it at bay, and do what I can to destroy the Machine, but if I should fail, it will be up to you, Jud'dayus."
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Mar 16, 2014 11:15:13 GMT -8
Jud shook his head to the Elder's words. He was stronger, that was a fact, but if it had taken the both of them several centuries ago to just disable the machine. Then how would he be able to destroy it on his own? No, once again they would have to work together, do or die.
"You flatter me, old friend, but you overestimate my abilities." Jud replied in his natural voice, his darkness dissipating as he allowed the man that still dwelt within himself to surface, and continue this conversation. "If it took the two of us to make it slumber..."
Jud shook his head again as he continued to pace. "Then it stands to logic that alone we'd fail. Can't you see that, Nutho'us?" Jud just shook his head. That's all he could manage at the moment as he put his mind to calculating the myriad of possible outcomes, before looking back to the Elder. "Missed something, but how? Between the two of use..." Jud sighed, shaking his head again, before shrugging.
The Sith stopped in his pacing upon hearing of the treasure hunter's intrusion, and of his old friend's use of calling the machine alive and growing. "I've never heard of such a thing happening. Not from Rakatan at least. Living metal, well, that's the domain of the follower's of Bogan, and the Rakatan were Bogan's stewards. I've just never come across this in my studies..."
"Where are you?" Jud said frantically to the fading visage of his former friend and ally. "You mustn't do this alone Nutho'us, not on this, not with the consequences attached to such an endeavor."
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Post by Nartaga on Mar 16, 2014 11:43:56 GMT -8
The Elder shook his head as his projection began to fade in and out of the Sanctum.
=The Elder=
"The Rakatan created the technology, but it was the Kumumgah who made the Machine! They must have wanted to ensure the Machine would endure through the centuries, to keep their species alive after Tatooine was glassed. Creating a machine capable of repairing itself must have made sense to the remaining leaders. Desperate times give rise to desperate measures, Dante. You should know this."
The Elder's projection faded completely, his voice remained. It sounded stressed, as if something was happening that could not be seen.
=The Elder=
"I am in the Dune Sea. Time is short. If you wish to help, come quickly. Bring my ligh-"
The Elder's voice cut off abruptly.
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Apr 3, 2014 13:41:30 GMT -8
The time had come and gone, and Jud sat. He sat and he pondered and waited for the Whills, yet they never came. An odd sensation of panic gripped the Old Sith, as he meditated underneath the baleful gaze of the God's eye. Had he done something wrong? He he transgressed in some way as to have warranted their ire? Was he forgotten, forsaken by the very beings that gave him his longevity and duties? Had they tricked him? Had they?
Jud shook his head at his own thoughts, not knowing what was right or wrong anymore. All he knew was his time in the realm of men was over, and with the Absence of the Whills, he was bound by his own edict to remain here, forever, until they came for him.
"Yes..." Jud finally said, as he got to his feet. "Yes, it is time, and this must be done to ensue my ascension, and their purpose for me." He nodded to an unseen audience. "I will remain here and keep you company, as you all shall remain mine."
The Sith allowed himself a satisfied grin before rolling back his sleeves. "I Lord Jud'dayus, The Debase, Keeper of the Whills, Lore Keeper of Korriban, Keeper of Sith Magics, and Ancient Kissai command the sands to reclaim my keep until the Whills themselves see fit to release me of my duties!" Jud spoke aloud, his bolstered voice echoing back to him from every angle of the Sanctum. "Let this Sanctum be my tomb, and the dunes my grave..."
The Venerable Sith raised his hands, as his arms strained under an unseen weight. His face grimaced, and his brow knit. Only the sounds of the whipping winds of the desert beyond his Sanctum told of what was going on, as Jud's thin lips moved, mouthing words yet saying nothing. The howling winds continued, and the Sith's mouth and hands never stopped moving. an hour, two, three... Who was to know? It wasn't until the God's eye started to loose it's light that Jud's hands slackened, and his lips moved slower. And they didn't stop until only the inky blackness of pure darkness surrounded him. The eye had stopped its shining. He was buried, but not alone.
"I wait..." Jud answered, sitting on the mozaiced floor in the black of his Sanctum-tomb.
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Post by Whill Shaman Dažbog on Apr 3, 2014 14:33:31 GMT -8
A light sparked in the darkness of Sanctum, and Whill Dažbog appeared, his very presence giving a small amount of light in the utter blackness. In his hands he held a leather bound book, ancient and worn, with unknown language written upon its cover. He looked around at the blackness of the Sanctum and sighed, shaking his head. There was no joy in his face, no strong aroma of coffee, and no stains in his beard.
"So the time has finally arrived, Jud'dayus? We were beginning to doubt you would ever leave this plane of existence."
Dažbog walked up to Jud'dayus and sat next to him, his legs crossed, the leather book resting on a knee.
"Your journey has been long, and your legacy will be longer. Are you sure you wish to leave the Universe when it still has so much to offer? There are no guarantees you can come back once you move on."
Dažbog had no intention of talking Jud'dayus out of his decision. He was merely giving the Sith a choice, as each being was entitled to.
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Apr 3, 2014 19:40:46 GMT -8
Jud had been away, a long ways away through the Force when he was pulled back into the not so darkness of his Sanctum. The voice that graced his ears didn't sound familiar, but the force behind it's fathomless tone set the hairs on the back of his neck on edge. Jud didn't open his eye, he could already "see" the being of luminous energy next to him, and to look upon a Whill otherwise would have been disrespectful - in Jud's mind - of their ascension from the mere bodily sight of mortals.
"Aye..." The Sith replied with a nod. "And I was beginning to doubt that your lot would hold true to their words." Jud managed a smile under his hood, knowing full well that the Whills did as they pleased, not as he liked. "I have done my tasks." Jud stated to the Whill. "I have written the histories, I have hidden the knowledge and I have been steward to the balance. I have "lived" long, and have fought hard to obtain what I asked for millennia ago." Jud finally turned his head to the God beside him and lowered his hood in respect. His single eye was its natural hazel, but it never met the God's gaze. He was to be humble now, as humble as he had been on Typhon over two thousand years ago.
Jud was silent, for a time. Knowing he had asked for this, bled for this, killed for this exact moment, yet when faced with the inevitability of actually obtaining his token from the Whills he seemed reluctant. Reluctant in the way that anyone would be, he supposed, as they stared death in the face. Death, but a word, a phase of being. Surely not the end, there was no end to the Force...
"Aye... I'm sure of myself and this." Jud replied with a nod, as his single eye continued to stare at the floor in between them. "It as been a very long journey. Longer than I can say anyone else has known, or can comprehend. As for the universe..." Jud shrugged. "It's far too vast for me, plus I hate space travel." Jud smirked, the levity his way of dealing with a tense situation. "And I'm not sure I'd want to return to the realm of flesh and blood. Not when I've been promised to become so much more." Jud grinned at the Whill. "Then traveling the aether would be rather pleasurable, I would think."
"Forgive me, my Whill, but I do not recognize you from my tribunal on Typhon, all those centuries ago..." Jud managed a quick look at the God's face again, but he didn't know the deity. "May I know whom I'm addressing?"
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Post by Whill Shaman Dažbog on Apr 3, 2014 22:12:11 GMT -8
Whill Dažbog managed a smile at the doubt of the Whill's promises. He had not been around for the deal, but he knew of it. He was here to finish what his elder brothers and sisters had started, so many thousands of years ago. So many had come and gone, he was honored the duty was his, but he still hoped for an appearance by some of the others. This was, after all, a very special, if somewhat sad, occasion. At least the way he saw it.
"We try to keep our promises, though sometimes we may be a bit late to the party. We are very busy, as you well know. Even omnipotence is not always enough, sometimes. "
The glimmer returning to his bright green eyes for a moment, Dažbog bowed his head as he formally introduced himself.
"I am relatively new to the Order. I am Whill Dažbog. Suffice it to say I am a Coffee enthusiast."
Dažbog cleared his throat, covering his mouth with his clenched right hand. Moving his hand back down, stroking his beard, the Whill of Coffee grasped the book and extended it to Jud'dayus. The pages were blank, except for the strange lettering on the cover, indecipherable to anyone, except maybe the Whill himself.
"One final story; Yours. I have been watching you for a very long time, Jud'dayus. Your life has amazed me. One of the best reads in the Archives on cold nights. I would ask a favor from you. The last task one of us hopefully ever has to ask of you. It does not hurt to enter the other side with a Whill owing you a favor."
Dažbog winked, jokingly.
"A final entry in the chapter that is yourself. A special edition printing, if you will...Go on...Touch it."
Dažbog shook the book a bit as it was still extended to Jud'dayus. He was all serious about getting a final copy of Jud'dayus's life for himself.
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Apr 7, 2014 10:23:03 GMT -8
Jud gave the thought of omnipotence not being enough a smile. He'd never been privy to hear anything like that from the lips of a God before, and the thought of a God being fallible eased his mind a bit. Maybe he didn't have to be all prim and proper?
"Coffee enthusiast?" The Old Sith asked Dažbog with a whimsical raise of a thin eyebrow. "Pardon my ignorance, Whill Dažbog, but I wasn't aware that there were Whills for edibles..." Jud gave the Whill a bow of his head in respect, yet a sly grin of amusement. "Of course, that's just the observation of a lowly, yet humble servant of the Order."
Jud'dayus took the ample tome silently as Dažbog spoke of finalities, and favors. What was he to say? He was sitting down with a God... A God of Coffee, but a God none the less. Jud looked at the cover for a time, trying to discern the confusing symbols, but for all of his knowledge he couldn't decipher it. "I've never seen your language before..." Jud said aloud, tracing his fingers over the embossed and raised symbols. "A wise decision I admit." Jud stated before opening up the cover to reveal nothing inside. He flipped through the pages, seeing nothing. A tome of empty pages? A history of empty pages?
Jud looked to the Whill suspiciously, thinking on his words:"Go on... Touch it."
"Owing me, you say?" Jud said softly, placing a skeletal index finger to the first page of the tome. "An interesting statement, from a God." He continued, as his finger pressed against the parchment. "I know how this works, an essence bond. An imprinting of myself in this tome." The Sith said with a nod of his head, as markings and symbols started to conjure out from the tip of his finger. "I've done this before, but never for a God." Jud looked up to Dažbog. "So I suppose it will be a one of a kind, an epic for your personal collection; "The Life and Times of Jud'dayus." A most interesting reading choice for the toilet..." As Jud spoke the first page had finished, and it's gilded lettering and high-basic calligraphy echoed Jud's self righteousness. The Sith took his finger away, seeing the the tip of it had disintegrated into the page. "Ah, I see..." Jud mused with a knowing smile, as his finger slowly crumbled away into evaporating wisps of smoke. "I shall be the tome. Fitting, I spend my life burying my head in books like this, searching for answers, and now I'll be entombed in one for all time, correct?"
Jud finished, as he turned to Dažbog again, lifting his tome, his life... himself to the deity next to him.
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Whill Shaman Dažbog
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Water is the most important element of life. For without Water, you cannot make Coffee.
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Post by Whill Shaman Dažbog on Apr 7, 2014 12:27:55 GMT -8
Dažbog smiled at Jud'dayus's near disbelief of his profession. He nodded his head, reinforcing the fact.
"We choose what we are. Just as mortals do. Erevis is darkness. Chill is cold. Xixo is a bird....Odin...well....he is Odin. I believe you met him all those years ago."
Dažbog smiled turned to a sad frown as Jud'dayus took the book from his hand, and began looking through its blank pages, before finally realizing the truth behind the book. He shook his head at the man before him. Taking the tome back from the Old Sith, he stood back up and watched as Jud'dayus began to slowly fade, moving up from his finger to his hand, and further.
"We still have some time for me to explain it to you....Your experiences will go into this book. Your life, your power, your memories. Your spirit will linger. Like a Force Ghost. I will take your spirit, and your story, to the Temple, and present it to the Archives. If the previous Whills of Old judge your spirit worthy, you will move on, and gain everything that was promised to you."
Dažbog smiled again, reassuring Jud'dayus on the final test.
"As I told you previously...I have watched you for many long years, and my word has great weight in the decision. You will pass. This I can assure you. While your sins are great, they matter little to us. You have upheld your end, and so the ones who gave you that promise will uphold theirs."
Dažbog held out his hand for Jud'dayus to take. Not with his physical body, but with his spirit.
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