𝓟𝓪𝓷𝓭æ𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓾𝓶
The Sith Eternal
Why wait for the tables to turn when I can hit you with one of the chairs?
Posts: 92 
Affiliation: Cult of Abyssos
Traffic Light: Green
|
Post by 𝓟𝓪𝓷𝓭æ𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓾𝓶 on Jan 28, 2024 20:08:40 GMT -8
CLOSED RP
For now, it at least appeared on the surface that Karnac and Pandæmonium were on good terms. She had kept her demeanor otherwise neutral as he answered her, and she was careful not to interrupt him with a skeptical laugh or anything else that could have been interpreted as malicious, as much as it was her initial reaction. Still, she shot Karnac a look that stated that she knew better as a knowing, questioning smile crept at her lips.
"Ah, so you're saying that you wouldn't have cut down anybody who refused your offer? Isn't that what the Sith typically do, Jaxon? Ravage worlds, demand allegiance, and destroy anyone who refuses to join their cause?"
Jaxon stood silent, refusing to speak on the matter. In all honesty, this conversation wasn't exactly the way he was hoping it would go. When Karnac laid his offer on the table, Jaxon was immediately caught between his allegiance to the one woman who kept him alive all these years and the possibility of leaving this hellscape. The thing was, though, that Pandæmonium knew all too well what was happening in the korunnai's head. It was one good reason she was playing along now. And truthfully, she wanted the same for her and all her brothers-in-arms. That was, at least, if this Sith Eternal was all that Karnac was making it out to be. She was no stranger to honeyed words of promise turned sour.
The echani had attempted to block out Karnac's desire to see the source of the power. With all of her being, she tried to forget it. As much as she wanted to leap at the opportunity, she had to bite her tongue and keep this commanding leader facade alive. She had to keep her focus on her guards -- Sirrok and Kalishir. And she hadn't forgotten about Nerra's body that tormented her peripheral vision.
"If you wish to see him, it can be arranged, but bear in mind that he won't see you or be able to answer any of your questions in his current state."
With what she could feel of Tartarus, his presence felt weak, almost like something as resilient as phrik encompassed it and held it back. She could only hope that he made her a liar when they reached him, that he was alive, awake, and responsive, but she was nearly positive that this block of his Force signature meant he was still in the same state when she last saw him.
"I have to check on my other two men first, though. They'll want to know the current status of everything." Mainly that both she and Jaxon were alive, but they both deserved to know the casualties. Although it was something she didn't say aloud, it was easy enough to read between the lines. "You're welcome to follow, but if not, Jaxon will stay behind if you need anything until I return. I highly advise against wandering throughout the village without him. News has more than likely already started spreading."
Jaxon nodded toward the echani, and she began to take her leave. There was still one loose thread that needed to be tied, though. With a roll of her eyes and a sigh, Pandæmonium paused to turn and face Karnac and his team again.
"Oh, and it was a draw, by the way," she stated with some fire in her voice. "If you want to try to be the victor, we'll just have to finish our little fight on Roon."
And there it was. As much as Pandæmonium hated to hand Karnac this victory, there was no denying this could be her victory, too. To finally get off this stupid planet, where maybe -- just maybe -- her skills could be sharpened instead of condemned. She could sense a release from Jaxon, too, where tension had once been. There was no doubt in her mind that Kalishir and Sirrok could thrive, too, if this Sith Eternal was what Karnac cracked it up to be. They were no strangers to putting their lives on the line for masters who offered them no respect in return. It couldn't be much worse than that.
With a shrug of her shoulders, Pandæmonium turned to leave, although she paused at the twi'lek's body as if to offer him a moment of quiet reverence and respect for his sacrifice before departing. Whether Karnac, Jonas, Lassix, and Lyne followed behind was up to them. But at least Karnac had her answer to his offer. |
|
Karnac
The Sith Eternal
Posts: 208
Traffic Light: Green
|
Post by Karnac on Jan 28, 2024 22:17:48 GMT -8
Karnac listened as spoke of the Sith and what they tended to do during recruitment. She wasn’t wrong. He did originally have such a mindset. But he was also no fool. Seeing just how large the cult was with those present in the area, he might have opted against such actions had they simply said no. At this point, he couldn’t say for sure. After all, he did come in attempt to make bold moves like others within the Eternal. What it ended up becoming was him fighting for his and his team’s survival. One major advantage that gave them an advantage was the fact he broke out of the dream and caught everyone by surprise, thus going on a rampage.
"Can’t say you’re wrong. That is typically the way. Though most would simply subjugate you rather than even try to offer peacefully. As to what I intended, truthfully couldn’t say. Seeing what I’m seeing now, had I simply been told no without being put into a dream immediately, for my own survival, it would have been smarter to just leave."
From there she spoke of being able to see him, though seeing him was all that he would be able to do. It made him curious as to what all happened. He doubted it an easy subject and would observe for the right opportunity to ask, should there be any. But first came the checking up on those that she had run. He had hoped they made it out once leaving the area. Time would tell soon enough. As she turned she did give him a response that made him smirk. A confirmation to her acceptance of coming and a challenge for later.
"I’m looking forward to it."
Stepping forward to follow, he stopped when beside Jaxon. He only glance over, but his voice was calm and serious as he addressed him. "I couldn’t care less what you do with the bodies here, seeing them so quick to turn on their own. But please ensure that your brother receives a proper burial. Giving his life for his comrades, his body should be put to rest with honor and respect. My team can help if you wish." He gave a glance to his team, a silent command to stay behind for now before heading out to catch up with Pandæmonium. |
|
𝓟𝓪𝓷𝓭æ𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓾𝓶
The Sith Eternal
Why wait for the tables to turn when I can hit you with one of the chairs?
Posts: 92
Affiliation: Cult of Abyssos
Traffic Light: Green
|
Post by 𝓟𝓪𝓷𝓭æ𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓾𝓶 on Jan 29, 2024 19:27:08 GMT -8
CLOSED RP
As Karnac laid the groundwork for him and his team, there wasn't much Pandæmonium could argue against. She didn't want to leave Nerra's body, but it would be easier knowing he would be in Jaxon's hands with the help of some unexpected allies. And if things turned upside down somehow while she was away, she knew Jaxon could easily defend himself, whether with his blade or his newly uncovered magical prowess.
Jaxon seemed to agree with this course of action, too. Although he didn't speak a word, which was typical for him, he shot Pandæmonium a glance and a simple nod. She nodded in return before she left with Karnac and headed towards the opposite side of the village, towards the outskirts furthest from the caves.
"We'll leave the bodies to the care of the Archivist and the Chirurgeon. Once they're aware it's safe to resume their duties, they'll come to perform their rites. Jaxon will instruct your team to help expedite the process. We can't linger here too long, else your ship will get eaten by fungi, and you might get stuck with us after all."
A mischievous smile danced over her expression, although it was weighed down heavily at the thought of what the next few moments would bring. Not only the death rites but the gathering of the people. There was also the dreaded fact that not all of the High Elder's disciples were destroyed in the massacre. Possibilities for battles remained on the horizon, and they would have to tread carefully. At least the village was small and the trek short. Pandæmonium soon guided the two into what appeared like a cellar door that led down into the earth like a storm shelter. At the bottom of the stairwell, they were only met with darkness.
"Come on," Pandæmonium encouraged with a head tilt, indicating deeper into the cavern.
Sith magic had its anomalies and its perks. After a few steps past the barrier, the room burst with light, furnished meagerly but comfortably, yet it was packed with several individuals of varying ages and attire. A commotion resounded from a few robed individuals, which meant only one thing: Virtuosos.
"You know what the punishment is for treachery, don't you, boy?!" the one shouted as he grasped onto a small zabrak boy, who looked up at him fearfully.
Sirrok. And Kalishir lay slumped near him. The togruta boy was awake now, but he seemed dazed, too much so to defend his comrade. With a newfound strength and edge, Pandæmonium pushed forward, leaving Karnac behind.
"They fled at my command, m'ouzu uxu'k," she shouted.
The one who tormented Sirrok was one of the Virtuosos who fled the chamber after Jaxon's spell. Once she knew she had his attention, she ignited her saber but kept her blade poised low. Pandæmonium didn't strike out against anyone yet, but she let the emerald blade and resounding hum be its own warning. Never in a million years did she imagine she would have the audacity to stand against a Virtuoso this way, but they no longer had the biggest weapon in their back pocket. The council was dead.
"So if you're going to start issuing out death penalties, why don't you start with me?"
She could feel all eyes on her, but they all seemed to back away and try to keep to themselves. Pandæmonium thought more might jump up to defend the acts of the Virtuoso, yet silence was the only thing that met her. If she had known it was this easy to challenge the hierarchy, she would have tried to sooner. Then again, it could have been her scary dog privilege, and it was the tattooed zabrak who trailed in behind her that they actually feared. If so, she would have to use it to her advantage for as long as possible. |
|
Karnac
The Sith Eternal
Posts: 208
Traffic Light: Green
|
Post by Karnac on Jan 30, 2024 8:09:51 GMT -8
In the end, while his words were true and sincere regarding Nerra, he hoped that it would do something to ease any tension and distrust they may have still carried towards him and his team. Perhaps it did as when Pandæmonium spoke, at least in regard to her last words, there was something different. Perhaps a shift in tone? He couldn't tell, but perhaps things would ease up further as time went on.
"Yeah, I'm not too fond of that idea. I'm rather attached to it."
He didn't think much on the rites that the pair mentioned would have to do, merely a curious thing to witness, but he did remember in what he read on the planet that there was, indeed, different fungi that could damage electronics and metal. Hopefully though, a less than a day visit wasn't long enough for any to take route. Still, it gave him enough pause to have his ship inspected once they got back to Roon. He wasn't joking about his attachment to his ship. How and why he was attached as he was was anyone's guess, including his.
As they moved through the village, Karnac took the time to look around. He was finally seeing it with fresh eyes and wondered if it was the same as the dream. It seemed so, from what he could tell. He just wasn't expecting it to be as small as it was. How many lived here? They had taken down quite a few in the battle, so there couldn't be too many more. Reaching the door Karnac gazed into the darkness, wondering just what awaited them. But trusting her, he followed and was soon met with a bright light. There was definitely a shift, though very subtle from the moment darkness turned to light. As if all things, it seemed, Sith Magic was at play. It was actually effective considering that he went from sensing nothing, to sensing quite a few people. Had they come in force, it was possible the cult would have remained undiscovered, unless heavy damage from their weapons of war opened the safe house.
All his thoughts came rushing forward though as he heard the voice speaking of punishment. Immediately, the echani quickened her pace to enter the area. Karnac moved quickly too, not to fond of the threats being made. The moment he could take in the sight, he was quick to formulate a picture. The zabrak youth that he fought and had ran was there, being held by the robed figure, his friend laying just behind. Pandæmonium was already speaking up, challenging the punishment of death.
Her saber came to life, hitting home just how serious this was about to get. Moving up directly behind her, he removed the hilt from his belt, his grip tight on it though he didn't ignite it. His eyes burned into the robed figure who had been speaking as they seemed to almost glow. HIs neck move one way then the next, cracking sound being heard slightly. He didn't know the whole story about the cult, traditions, or the positions within. But he knew the child was weak, not yet ready for the responsibility thrust upon him to guard something as elevated as an Elder. Yet, these sorcerers were ready to dish out death for running from an enemy he couldn't possibly win against. A man who, no doubt, ended up running himself by the end. He was clearly too good for death, it seemed.
HIs muscles tensed and what power he was able to regain began to burn around him in an invisible aura. They were already backing up, but he poured on the intimidation. He would happily oblige any who desired to continue the carnage if this is what he'd be bringing back. |
|
𝓟𝓪𝓷𝓭æ𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓾𝓶
The Sith Eternal
Why wait for the tables to turn when I can hit you with one of the chairs?
Posts: 92
Affiliation: Cult of Abyssos
Traffic Light: Green
|
Post by 𝓟𝓪𝓷𝓭æ𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓾𝓶 on Jan 30, 2024 19:41:45 GMT -8
CLOSED RP
Truthfully, Pandæmonium wasn't sure how long it took for the fungi she mentioned to destroy the electronics it favored as a meal. All she knew about it was that it existed here and that she and her fellow guards were entrusted with one of the only sources of technology among the cult: their lightsabers. Their archives abounded with tomes, books, and scrolls -- something that Karnac would soon realize. Modern methods of record-keeping wouldn't last without routine care, and while the Archivist was a seeker of knowledge and keeper of the archives, an added task of smothering everything with portaak amber to ensure they never lost a single record carried too much of a risk. The same went for any modern means of travel or any modern means of anything. Pandæmonium hadn't considered if this was just another propaganda piece of the council or a real threat until this moment, but the thought was there and gone as more pressing matters made their way to the top of her list.
With her green lightsaber ignited and at the ready, Pandæmonium stood quietly, challenging the Virtuoso who tormented Sirrok. Thankfully, as Karnac stepped forward, although lurking behind her, his presence was enough to redirect the robed man and allow Sirrok to retreat to Kalishir's side. She heard the sound of bones popping as Karnac's footsteps approached her. Skeptically, Pandæmonium glanced over her shoulder to see that Karnac wielded his saber's hilt, although he didn't ignite it.
~Is he... helping me?~ she questioned. Pandæmonium assumed his presence would be enough, but never in a million years did she think that Karnac would gladly step into this role. It was odd to have gone from trying to kill one another earlier but were now allies in some meaning of the word. Admittedly, it was a nice feeling to duel someone again, to give her all to overcome her opponent, and walk away afterward with respect and appreciation for the other. Then again, she didn't exactly respect or appreciate him yet. He was working on it, though. ~Bah, forget it...~
"You... you're consorting with the enemy?!" the Virtuoso screeched. "That's the very man I watched cut down our Elders! And his team assassinated many of my fellow scholars!" He was preaching to any who would listen, and although many glanced about, concerned, none seemed to make a move against Pandæmonium or Karnac. "Right before one of her dogs killed his very liege! They were waiting for this moment to kill us all!" Bug-eyed and nearly mad by the stress, the robed man stared down the echani woman. "I bet you planned to kill Lord Tartarus, too! You used his power so that someone would come running here, didn't you?!"
The moment that Tartarus was mentioned, Pandæmonium's jaw locked. And the moment that accusation hit the air, she saw red, and her body moved on its own. She had been trying to hide from these outsiders how close she was to this individual, but that was pretty much thrown out the window now.
A faint gasp resounded from a few of the younger women while some children cried and buried their faces in their caretakers. Pandæmonium had darted towards the Virtuoso and grabbed a fistful of his robe before slamming him back against a pillar nearby. The earth above responded with a few specks of dirt and rocks clattering to the floor. Pandæmonium lifted her blade, the tip hovering dangerously close to the man's chin. She would have plunged that blade deep into the Virtuoso's skull, too, if it wasn't for a tiny voice that called out her:
"Lady Pandæmonium," Sirrok begged. "Please don't listen to him... We know that isn't true. We all know you'd give anything to bring Lord Tartarus back."
Sirrok's voice gave her pause, but she still refused to lower her blade. Instead, she glanced over towards the masses gathered. "This man's cowardice was revealed in the battle's final moments. A man who fled, only to accuse one of my men of treason for the very same thing. According to his very judgment, is this not the proper sentencing?"
No one answered but the robed man she grasped. The Virtuoso spat, "It is YOUR duty to lay down your lives, not mine!"
Pandæmonium laughed, a light and almost musical sound. Eerie when contrasted with the tension of the room. As if sure he would give her the permission she sought, she looked at the zabrak and inquired, "Tell me, Karnac, is this a man you would accept into the Sith Eternal?" |
|
Karnac
The Sith Eternal
Posts: 208
Traffic Light: Green
|
Post by Karnac on Feb 1, 2024 8:21:10 GMT -8
Despite it all, with all others backing away, the one robed figure continued to speak. Each word that passed through his lips began to irritate the zabrak, yet he took in deep, calming breaths to stay his hand and keep his focus. Yet, it appeared that he wasn't the only one being irritated. As that line left his tongue, the echani was upon him in an instant, shoving him into the pillar. Saber ready a poised to strike, just a slight shift would burn his flesh.
But he had picked up a name. Tartarus. Clearly that was the one who released the immense power he felt. And whatever state he was in, it wasn't good. One could have assumed that Pandæmonium responded to the entire claim, yet Karnac noticed the sudden shift, the moment her presence sharpened. It was the mention of Tartarus. Apparently, he mattered to her. In what way wasn't discernable, but it didn't matter. There were other things to be addressed. Luckily, the younger zabrak spoke up, wishing his lady to spare the man's life. It was enough for her to regain control, enough to look back to him and ask the question.
A few more deep breaths passed through his nose as he processed that last bit of conversation. Finally, he began to move forward, his attention focused solely upon the sorcerer.
"Not your duty to die? In what world do you think you live? The moment you step into a scenario that can result in a fight, if it isn't sparring with comrades, it becomes a matter of life and death. You better be ready to accept death at any moment. However, I won't fault you for running. Survival is our greatest instinct. To live and fight another day is nothing to dismiss. But to think for a moment that you can run and refuse to die but expect another to simply stand there, faced against an opponent they have no chance against and die just to buy you a second more to get away? Cowardice at its finest, and one undeserving of the life granted them."
He glanced over to the pair he fought earlier before stepping up closer to the man. "You know, I may not have been here very long, but I think I've picked up on a few things. Amongst all of you, only five have wielded any kind of weapon. And while two of those I fought were more than capable warriors, one was barely average and the other two were weak and lacking in their skills. Then finally, how quickly you all turned on them and were ready to end them now. Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but it seems that those who fight by way of the sword are cannon fodder to you. Worthless hunks of trash not meant to be elevated to your status. Clearly, no dedicated training or care for them. To guard your highest ranks? That is a task for the most elite of your soldiers, not children who've barely had the chance to define themselves. Honestly, if they had been that, the most I could have done was take down your High Elder and that's a big if. Had they been trained right, my team and I would have stood no chance. They may not have been able to strike me down, but working together, they would have locked me down, received barely a scratch, and allowed all of you the chance to unleash your best."
He than gave a dark scoff. "And you want to think she's consorting with the enemy? Desperately trying to justify how things went to hell for you so quickly? Please. It was only this moment that I even discovered her name. No, we fought and a moment was found that brought the fight to an end. There, I was able to speak of my purpose here and an accord has been reached for the moment."
He then looked around to all those present. What was happening to him? He wasn't one for words, especially in any flashy grandiose style, yet here he was, ready to keeping talking. Moving forward, he began to make his away around the pillar and the room. "Indeed, I came here because of the power I felt surging from this world. It was my desire to seek out this individual or group and hope that I could convince them to join me, join the Sith Eternal on Roon. Yet, your elders saw fit that I remain silent, trapped in a dream the moment I met with them, if not before. If what I had to say didn't please them, my words would never reach your ears and my life would be forfeit." He chuckled a bit a shrugged. "Honestly, I can't fault them for their actions, nor would I insult or condemn them. As Sith, we would follow a similar means, eliminating any we felt could be a threat to us or our ways. Yes, I killed your elders, my team laid low many of your comrades. But in that moment, it wasn't a matter of slaughter to those that opposed us. It was merely survival. That's why my team was ordered to allow any who fled to go. We'd fight until there was no fight left."
He took a breath. "That, I know, gives none a reason to suddenly trust me or fear less for their lives. But allow me the chance to speak of my purpose here. I am Karnac, as stated, a Sith of the Sith Eternal on Roon. I have come here, seeking the power I felt. I have learned it came from a singular individual, but I have found all of you as well. I merely wish to reach out our hand to you, and offer for you to join us. Long have you resided here, hiding in the shadows. I do not shame anyone for that. Tis an impressive feat to learn and grow so close to a Jedi Temple, yet remain unseen. A feat only capable of the Sith, for though the Jedi teach patience, the Sith are the epitome of that idea. The Sith Eternal also waited in the shadows, slowly building connections. Now we are growing, taking worlds and growing our empire. While under the façade of an Imperial faction, soon we will be ready to pull back the mask and reveal ourselves to the galaxy. Become apart of this empire. You all have done well here, bound to a world where technology can't easily exist. You have lived lives some would consider primative, but I know of the value of such living. But by joining us, we can give you more. So much more knowledge to gain, no longer needing to refrain in your training and be able to give 100 percent or more it. A place where all arts, all desires are welcomed and have importance. Where strong and weak alike can grow to new heights. Come with me and no longer simply live, but thrive."
He had made his way around to the other side of the pillar where the man was still pinned. He was facing away but turned his head, ready to answer the question Pandæmonium asked him. "In regards to your question... He turned quickly, his saber coming to life and resting beside hers, just millimeters from his neck. ...no, he is not one I would accept. Yet, for as much satisfaction I feel it would grant the both of us, I would allow him to live." His blade then retreated and his hilt returned to his belt. He then looked at the man. "Once, I was like you. I, too, felt superior to those around me. I was gifted from birth with a great and powerful connection to the Force, along with a strong body. I was more than any one else. I held to that feeling all the way up until I joined the Sith Academy on Iridonia when the Blackguard Imperium reigned. My peers were beneath me. I was a king to such commoners. Even the man who taught me was dirt beneath my boots. Yet, despite that, despite my great power, I was humbled by said man. He taught me that while great, my power didn't put me above others. Each person has their own gifts, their own paths that are just as valuable, some that could render all I had meaningless. He opened my eyes and I learned what he meant. I swallowed my pride and was able to rise above it. True enough that there is a difference between us. My arrogance towered over all. You simply view those that wield a blade as inferior. Still, I'm giving you a chance to swallow your pride as I did and find something greater."
He then shrugged with a chuckle. "The way I see it, you have three options. One, swallow said pride and join me. The second, refuse to join and live, left here to wander the wilderness. Take your chances at your survival. Finally, you can attempt to fight and this lady here will pierce your skull before you could utter a single word of a spell. What say you?" |
|
𝓟𝓪𝓷𝓭æ𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓾𝓶
The Sith Eternal
Why wait for the tables to turn when I can hit you with one of the chairs?
Posts: 92
Affiliation: Cult of Abyssos
Traffic Light: Green
|
Post by 𝓟𝓪𝓷𝓭æ𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓾𝓶 on Feb 4, 2024 21:41:22 GMT -8
CLOSED RP
Karnac had earlier stated that he hated repeating himself. Pandæmonium was starting to believe that he was full of it. If this interaction was any first impression, he enjoyed hearing himself talk. This one-sided conversation wasn't for her, though. If anything, it was for all those who had hunkered here for safety, who were rarely privy to the dealings of Virtuosos or the council. Karnac and his team had faced them, the specialists of their spellcraft, the Masters of Abyssos, but here, the meager scholars and students who dreamed of greatness were gathered. This was the true heart of Abyssos and its future.
Although that fact didn't escape Pandæmonium's notice, she wasn't in a place to pay it much mind. The Virtuoso she kept pressed against the pillar glared Karnac down throughout his piece. She caught him whispering something under his breath a few times. Each time, she chose a fitting punishment to shut him up. She would rustle him and push him harder into the pillar. Even once, she let her saber accidentally get a little too close and sear some of the precious skin on his face. As all Virtuosos did, he learned quickly. He was probably only cursing his misfortunate situation, but she wouldn't risk him uttering a spell to disrupt this cathartic moment for many of Abyssos.
Karnac was also a sharp one. In the short time he was here, he picked up on the current hierarchy. However, he also spoke with some misconceptions realized from an outsider's perspective. He acted as though it was a simple feat to defeat their Elders. Karnac spoke with such conviction that Abyssos, its Elders, and her men were unfamiliar with battle. True enough, Sirrok and even Kalishir weren't hardened warriors like the other three, and they had no place to put their lives on the line to protect the Elders. Their training was a sanctioned rite, overseen by the council, and not openly allowed. But there was something in Karnac's certainty that sent a pang in Pandæmonium's chest. It wasn't quite anger or guilt, but she felt any friendly bond they had forged torn to shreds in that moment. It was as if his very words cut into her. Her training of her men was worthless and meaningless. It didn't matter how many battles they had actually fought and survived. One foe came, destroyed, and this Sith Eternal would write their truth of Abyssos, flawed as it was. That was how it was, though. The victor would be the one to define how history was remembered.
By the time Karnac finally addressed her question, Pandæmonium doubted if she wanted to end the life of this Virtuoso. Karnac commanded the room with such disgusting confidence, and despite her growing hatred for him, she couldn't denounce anything he had said. She was sure of one thing, though. She had earlier suspected him to be a golden child, fed with a silver spoon his whole life. His words now only confirmed it. 'Gifted from birth' and only offered more by his peers and teachers. He may have spoken of humility now, but she could see that he had never been humbled in its purest form. He had never lost anything of value or believed in his heart of hearts that his life was about to end. He was always priceless to those around him, yet those around him were expendable. If anything, now, she vowed she would be the person to show him what it meant to be humbled.
Karnac had offered his options to the Virtuoso, which ripped Pandæmonium out of her loathing. Death would be too merciful for him, and perhaps a more fitting punishment would be to let him live. Any one of them would be better than death. He could live a miserable life on Haruun Kal until the jungles ate away at him. They were nothing without the guards and scholars who kept life comfortable within the village. Or he could come and watch the Sith Eternal steal away everything he held dear. The Abyssos that he knew would be no more.
Karnac may not have realized that those options didn't just resonate with this Virtuoso. All of Abyssos now realized that their options were slim. If they wanted to survive, only one choice was left. Soft murmurs filled the room. Some seemed willing to give this chance a start. As Pandæmonium had mentioned, some had no love for the Elders and what they had allowed Abyssos to become. However, others seemed more angry, concerned, or fearful of this new future.
It wasn't Pandæmonium's business what any of them decided. Despite her creeping doubts, she had made her decision. If anything, Jaxon, Kalishir, and Sirrok could carve out a better life than Abyssos had offered them. They would no longer be her men, her team. They could be themselves and use their skills and hardened determination to finally become something worthy of living instead of fruitlessly and meaninglessly being flung toward their deaths.
With one final, violent jerk, Pandæmonium disengaged her saber and allowed the green blade to retreat, thus freeing the Virtuoso. She had expected him to run and hide. Instead, the robed man only sunk against the pillar, weighed down by his imminent defeat. Pandæmonium had already rushed to Sirrok's and Kalishir's sides and knelt to their levels. She lifted a hand and gently touched the togruta's face before glancing at Sirrok.
"I'm glad to see you both made it here safely. Kal, we need to take you to see the Chirurgeon."
"No, m'lady. I-" Kalishir groaned and reflexively held his abdomen a little bit tighter. "I'll be okay. I promise. We've been through worse before. Haven't we, Sir?"
The togruta tried cracking a devious smile like a child might after doing something he knew he shouldn't. Pandæmonium narrowed her eyes playfully on him as she shot him a warning half-smile. Sirrok appeared dazed, though, and his worried eyes remained locked on the echani.
"Lady Pandæmonium, are we really going to be joining him? Even after what he did to..."
Sirrok's words trailed off as he flinched from the memories of the bloodbath. Pandæmonium didn't need him to finish his sentence, though. He was always quick to stitch things together. Karnac had officially made his offer to Abyssos, but Sirrok had already realized their decision didn't need to be made. Pandæmonium breathed deeply and tried to come up with some answer that might make more sense. How could she explain to someone so young the intricacies of pairing up with someone once viewed as the enemy? All she could do, though, was offer an affirming nod. She tried to scrape together words in her head but was soon interrupted by a voice she didn't expect to hear again.
"You heard the man," the Virtuoso bellowed from his seated place braced by the pillar. "Stay here and die a slow death, leaderless by his hand, or follow him and hope he isn't as good at lying as he is with violence. The actions of your High Guard prove that you will have no persons here to keep you safe. The choice has already been made for you, people of Abyssos, if you value our most sacred of tenets: the persistence of endless knowledge."
The Virtuoso attempted to destroy the little hope built yet settled the masses prepared to riot, all in the same statement. Thus was their manipulative ways, but it was also how they kept the peace. Those who were ready to take Karnac's offer now had their doubts, while the others who carried their distrust of Karnac settled. There was no choice. They would accept his offer and go.
"That is our way, demon Sith," the Virtuoso continued, staring daggers into Karnac. "We will continue pursuing the vast knowledge offered by the Force. If we must subject ourselves to you and your masters' tyranny to do so, then we will do what we must to survive." |
|
Karnac
The Sith Eternal
Posts: 208
Traffic Light: Green
|
Post by Karnac on Feb 4, 2024 23:36:17 GMT -8
He couldn’t explain it, the sensation that compelled him to speak on and on as he did. He did hating repeating himself, just as much as he hated speeches and the like. He was usually always about action, leaving the talking to others like Sovran. He was the one Karnac and his peers looked to as a leader of the group with Xeo being second if only for his ability to remain calm and level headed in any situation. But here he was stepping into something he wasn’t quite familiar with. It was no wonder that despite his intentions, the way he spoke would display something different than he intended, furthering the cycle of misconceptions and false beliefs.
He had said that if he had been wrong in his thoughts, someone needed to only correct him. But none had spoken up regarding it. Then again, when such a phrase was typically spoken, it was meant as a condescending statement since they typically were right. It wasn’t quite the case here, but not once would he realize the seeds of trust he had been attempting to sow with Pandæmonium were actually being uprooted with his words. He hadn’t meant anything against the five themselves, more so that he felt they were being held back from growing as they needed. Nor did he intend to imply that killing the elders was an easy task. Luck and surprise were what granted them the advantage. True he was powerful, but they held the advantage until Karnac awoke as he did, catching everyone off guard. But he did stand by the truth that had they been able to be trained and valued for their position, he wouldn’t have stood a chance. But in coming to the Sith Eternal, she would have the chance to truly grant them the training without restriction.
He realized even less her thoughts being confirmed about his golden boy status. His story would play against him for some time. Still, they didn’t know each other, the hardships she faced throughout her life, how that once Gavin had gotten hold of him, his arrogance was stripped away. If he had been allowed to remain as he was, he would have demanded them to commit themselves to the Sith or die, insulted them or worse. But had she or any of her men not been taken from their homes in whatever manner they had been, they all could have been something more. Trust was dancing on a string of a tight rope and anything could turn them on Karnac if he wasn’t careful with his words.
With his speech done, the robed figure was released as the echani went to her men and spoke to them. He watched them and how they interacted with each other. Saw how they matter to her, remembered the way her and Jaxon worked with each other. That, that was what he wanted in the Sith. It was what he had with his peers and wanted to see that thrive, even if the other Sith saw it as a Jedi’s way. The Sith would only get stronger with bonds like that, both as a group and on the battlefield.
Suddenly, the man spoke up again, addressing all those in attendance. He could see what was being done, if only faintly. Still, Karnac wouldn’t interrupt. They could believe what they wanted now. Time would allow them to see otherwise, or they’d remain stuck in their ways. Whatever that would bring would be determined in the future. But they would survive and be able to push further and gain further knowledge, just as the man stated.
As the two stared each other down, Karnac gave his response, his voice calm and unwavering. "Good. I’d hope for nothing less. Absorb all that we can offer and rise higher. See what we can provide. And in time, perhaps you will find a home you’ll be happy to be apart of. If not…" He gave a shrug. "we’ll cross that bridge when we get there." He had hope they’d find their places within the Sith Eternal. Yet, he knew that in time, some would simply up and leave, fight back, or simply reside among the Sith still held to their ways. It was just reality. He, himself, had been in two Sith Orders prior to this. The currents of life were always shifting and one needed to be ready to move with it if they wanted to ensure survival above all else.
He then took a breath before looking at them all. "Begin gathering your things and tending to any business that needs to be concluded. We’ll depart once everyone is ready." |
|
𝓟𝓪𝓷𝓭æ𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓾𝓶
The Sith Eternal
Why wait for the tables to turn when I can hit you with one of the chairs?
Posts: 92
Affiliation: Cult of Abyssos
Traffic Light: Green
|
Post by 𝓟𝓪𝓷𝓭æ𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓾𝓶 on Feb 6, 2024 14:11:52 GMT -8
CLOSED RP
With Karnac's words, the Virtuoso's face twisted into disgust. For those who had called Abyssos home for most of their lives, the idea of calling another place and faction 'home' was to spit on all they had built here. Although Karnac's words did little to ease the Virtuoso's doubt, others within the crowd seemed to take the zabrak's words closer to heart. The tension that had weighed heavily in the air was beginning to dissipate. Although not completely. Pandæmonium had caught on to the lingering distrust in the air and realized that, as much as she despised stepping into the spotlight, she would need to.
Gently laying an encouraging hand on Sirrok's head, Pandæmonium attempted to ease the youngest's concerns before she stood to address the people.
"Go, people of Abyssos," the echani spoke, using the tone she would typically use when issuing commands in battle. Firm, yet ever calculating the field. "Gather up only what you deem absolutely necessary. Tonight, we honor the fallen. At dawn, we embrace our new beginning."
She knew Karnac had spoken as much but with less detail than she deemed critical for a frightened group. They needed structure, exact times, and precise commands. They would never be truly ready to turn their backs on their home. She was also a familiar face, and although the Virtuosos and Elders looked down upon her, for many of the scholars, she and her men were the faces that ensured their safety and survival. And it showed. There was a moment of silence to register her command, but soon after, the masses gathered their families and friends and ushered out of the safehouse. Even the Virtuoso was tended to by the two others he had escaped hellfire with, and they all departed, cursing Karnac and the High Guard.
It was done. Karnac could see the light at the end of the tunnel. If he had come to recruit this cult, this was the moment he would realize his success. It was all over, save for the journey back to Roon. All that was left now were the four. Sirrok had assisted Kalishir back to his feet and let the togruta lean most of his weight on him. Before they left, Sirrok looked up at Pandæmonium as a newfound fear struck.
"M'lady, if you're the only one here, does that mean we're the only ones who survived...?"
Kalishir, stunned, looked wide-eyed over at the zabrak boy as if to ask, 'What do you mean?' but the words couldn't quite make it out. Pandæmonium sucked in a deep breath before answering. The trouble with the Virtuoso had distracted her very reason for coming here.
"Jaxon is still alive. He's helping prepare for the death rites, but Nerra..." She paused. The reality was difficult to grasp, the words even harder to speak. "Nerra died to ensure you two made it here safely."
Sirrok lowered his head, devastated. Pandæmonium's words only confirmed what he already knew. He heard Nerra's final scream as he pulled Kalishir out of the hellish battle, but he hoped more than anything she would give them better news. Kalishir took the news harder than Sirrok. What he could remember from the event was just a blur. Even that was a scarce memory. To realize that one of them had died to save him etched fear and guilt into his mind and heart.
"No..."
As much as she hated to do it to them now, Pandæmonium sucked in a deep breath. With it, her demeanor changed. She wasn't cruel, but again, she was firm. For the time being, she couldn't be their big sister. She had to be their High Guard.
"He will be honored tonight, Kalishir. For now, you both have your orders. Go."
Pandæmonium's voice softened as she uttered her command. 'Go.' Sirrok lifted his head and nodded, defeated, and the two headed out to the barracks to gather their few things for the journey to come. Now, it was only Pandæmonium and Karnac who remained. She held her posture and feigned her High Guard demeanor. Fake it til you make it, they always said. It always felt like she was faking it and never making it anywhere.
"They're the newest additions to the Guard," Pandæmonium explained to Karnac. She felt he deserved to know since he had already made assumptions about her and her men. "They've never lost a comrade before. Most of the time, they don't live that long to forge these kinds of bonds. They'll grieve, but Kalishir and Sirrok will still be vital additions to whatever your Sith Eternal deems for them."
It was all she wanted to speak on the matter, and she showed as much as she turned to leave. However, this part was going to be the most difficult for her. She already had to be strong in the grief of losing one of her men. Could she really keep up with this mask? She had to... This man was still the enemy -- her enemy. She had to keep herself as strong as steel.
"You said earlier that you wanted to see the man responsible for the power surge within the Force. I'll take you to see him now. I only ask that you stand back and don't question my next actions."
Her thoughts diverted, a welcoming distraction and calculation. As if to foreshadow the coming events, Pandæmonium wielded her saber's hilt in her right hand and fidgeted with it. She flicked her wrist, toying with the hilt and grasping it from a reverse grip to a typical grip. |
|
Karnac
The Sith Eternal
Posts: 208
Traffic Light: Green
|
Post by Karnac on Feb 7, 2024 7:48:58 GMT -8
Movement was faint, if not non-existent upon his words, ushering them forth to do what they needed. Why did they hesitate? Even with some of the tension fading, as he could feel, was he still so untrusted that none dared to move from their place, worried he'd turn and strike them down when their guards began to lower? If that was the case, he couldn't blame them. Suspicion and distrust was the true reality of being a Sith. Never knew who would stab you in the back for their own sakes. He was glad for those seven years with his peers. They were free from such things in their exile, learning from their master. Maybe that was what they experienced here and all the zabrak had done was destroy their peace. A fact, he knew, that would clash within him. The side that was still very much a Sith and the side that had learned and taken after his master. Still, for all he knew, he had made his choice to depart his exile and rejoin the Sith. It didn't matter if he thought to continue what his master had when they first met, he was still a Sith.
But movement did come as he heard the echani speak. A firm, commanding tone, giving them precise orders. Bit by bit, the room cleared out before leaving them quartet. He had taken notice of a few, those who had ran at the last. Their quiet curses focused towards those that remained. It would be those few that took the longest to adjust and see their new future, if they did at all. He could only hope that this would be the last of the bloodshed. Once they stepped foot on Roon and decided to try anything, they would beg for death over what might possibly await them, especially if Dragus was involved.
His focus then turned to the three as they spoke. He let himself memorize the moment, take in the command of Pandæmonium. Yes, had all died but the guard, he would have viewed his mission as a complete success. He had hope for them, especially her. Her ability to fight, to lead, it would all be beyond valuable for the Eternal, and she, in return, would reap the rewards for such. It was a shame that they had lost Nerra. The heart to fight and die for their brothers was something to be honored. Yet, to not cause any further anguish or to sully the sacrifice, Karnac said nothing as the woman sent them on.
Standing, she spoke of them, how new they were. It did go a little further into explaining, though he had guessed. It still didn't little to turn his disgust towards the elders for putting them into this role so soon, to not have let them grow and train for it. With all gone, he let go a saddened sigh. "For now, I could care less for what vital additions they could be. What matters is what we can do to provide something more for them so they have the chance to rise." She was already moving on when he spoke, appearing to not wishing to dwell on the topic further.
He followed her as she spoke of taking him to the one you displayed the immense power, this Tartarus. A nod was all he gave as she spoke, his eyes darting to the hilt before looking forward again. It seemed that the bloodshed might not yet be finished. And for her to be the one to make that choice made him wonder just what they were walking into. |
|
𝓟𝓪𝓷𝓭æ𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓾𝓶
The Sith Eternal
Why wait for the tables to turn when I can hit you with one of the chairs?
Posts: 92
Affiliation: Cult of Abyssos
Traffic Light: Green
|
Post by 𝓟𝓪𝓷𝓭æ𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓾𝓶 on Feb 8, 2024 18:09:46 GMT -8
CLOSED RP
The way that Karnac spoke sent Pandæmonium's blood boiling. But why? In a different situation, she would have jumped at the opportunity. He offered a chance for her men to break out of their chains to Abyssos and rise through this new cult's ranks. She knew they had the drive and the discipline. Her brow furrowed as she hyper-focused on her anger, delving deep into her heart to understand why, after everything he offered, it only made her want to bury her lightsaber into his chest. When the realization hit her, it took her everything not to turn around and challenge him then and there.
Karnac spoke of what the Sith Eternal would give them, but what would they expect in return? There was always a catch. These deals always benefited someone higher up the ladder, leaving the lesser men to pay the price. Pandæmonium wanted to scream at Karnac, to make him promise that if this Sith Eternal failed her men, he would atone for it with his life. If only she could channel brimstone and hellfire without losing her composure. She wanted him to know how deadly serious she was, but tears already stung her eyes at the thought of challenging him over this. Her voice would quiver and shake, and her anger would be misconstrued as emotional distress. Weakness. She had already dealt with empty promises, silvery words that guaranteed her a better life, only for her to be met with disappointment, anxiety, and anguish. If she could prevent that same fate for her youngest warriors, she would raise Chaos and tear down Harmony to ensure it.
Silently fuming and plotting, Pandæmonium led the two through the village, which now buzzed with activity. It could paint just how eerie it was when all was silent and empty before. Now, it bustled with movement as the people of Abyssos gathered their most sacred belongings. Some argued with each other in heated debates over which tomes or scrolls were crucial, while others could be left behind and burned. Others tossed cloth, bedding, and other belongings into the street to better organize their thoughts and new lives reimagined.
Closer to the heart of the village, Pandæmonium led Karnac to a building, which was too small to be a dwelling. There was an odd rune inscribed on the door. If one was familiar with Sith runes, it would have been the equivalent of 'Healer.' Still violently fidgeting with her saber's hilt, Pandæmonium pushed through the door and led the two into an open room that spanned most of the building. On one side of the room, beds were set up in rows, yet all were vacant. On the other side, shelves organized with glass jars filled with medicinal plants and ingredients were lined behind a large table, clearly used often. A simple wooden door was shut at the far end of the room, leading into what would be assumed to be a smaller room.
Behind the apothecary station, a robed figure hidden by a hood, similar to the Elders, worked diligently scribbling on parchment. Pandæmonium didn't address the woman, and she even lifted a hand to Karnac as if to request his silence as she approached the individual. Her footsteps were loud in her ears, almost as loud as her heartbeat. From the outside, though, the echani carried herself with a quiet confidence in what she was about to do.
Pandæmonium heard the rustle of the scroll that the Chirurgeon wrote on. It didn't matter what she would try to say or do. The moment Pandæmonium had closed in on the elderly miraluka's personal space, her lightsaber went ablaze, poised straight through the woman's chest. She could only hope that despite the day's mayhem, the Chirurgeon wouldn't have seen this coming. A loyal follower of the High Elder, a cruel mistress who brought pain instead of healing to those she deemed beneath her. This moment was not only revenge for all the times she had caused further suffering for her and her men instead of healing. It was to ensure that an uprising would never happen at the hands of one of the Matriarchy, the elite women who guided and aided Abyssos with their specialized spellcraft. |
|
𝕿𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖚𝖘
The Sith Eternal
"You want weapons? Books are the best weapon in the world. Arm yourself!"
Posts: 74
Affiliation: Cult of Abyssos
Traffic Light: Green
|
Post by 𝕿𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖚𝖘 on Feb 8, 2024 18:17:18 GMT -8
CLOSED RP
The Chirurgeon didn't need to 'see' the echani guard and her minion following close behind. She continued to write down her notes that would become pertinent for Abyssos and the new cult they were being absorbed into. News had already made its way throughout the whole village. As far as the Chirurgeon cared, she would need to work like several people today to ensure she had time to prepare everything she had stored here. Wherever they were being dragged next, she would figure out just what native plants could be foraged to replace others, but she would be no use to anyone without her current supply and notes. When time was of the essence, the little girl who caused such an uproar dared to interrupt her.
"High Guard, what could you possibly need of me at a time like th-"
The Chirurgeon's words did little to hide her exasperation for the echani, but what she didn't expect was to be met with Pandæmonium's lightsaber, now ignited with its green blade pierced through her. The woman gasped as she 'looked' to the ceiling, although she used her fleeting connection within the Force to stare deeply into echani.
"You... little bitch..."
The Chirurgeon's body went limp, dropping to the floor with a loud 'THUMP!' On cue, the door leading to the hidden room swung open, and another more youthful miraluka woman rushed out. She knelt by her master's body, and her dark curls spilled over her shoulders.
"Lady Pandæmonium, what is the meaning of this?! Has blood not been spilled enough today that you wish to further diminish our numbers?! She is our healer, for Harmony's sake!"
After the younger miraluka breathlessly demanded answers to this brazen act of rebelliousness from the High Guard, she immediately started chanting, her hands hovering over the wound in the Chirurgeon's chest. It was too late. She knew it was already far too late. And now, she put herself directly in harm's path. Pandæmonium's blade still hummed its deadly warning. She had at least offered a merciful and swift death if it was to come. But with the loss of the council and so many of the Virtuosos, those who would die this day would not escape their fates. In what she believed to be her final moments, Lady Khira could only turn to the one thing she knew how to do well: to heal. If it would be her final act for her mother and master and for the true cult of Abyssos, then at least she could say she tried to perform her duty to its fullest before she, too, was struck down. |
|
Karnac
The Sith Eternal
Posts: 208
Traffic Light: Green
|
Post by Karnac on Feb 9, 2024 13:12:54 GMT -8
Silence was all that came from Pandæmonium as they moved from the chamber. He could sense frustration, possibly even anger, yet he couldn't be sure. For whatever faint currents of emotion that emanated from her, she did well to keep it hidden, at least at its truest depth. That only left Karnac curious as to her thoughts. What brought this emotion about? Possibly stirred further by the one master that she was ready to kill for threatening her men. Perhaps in the end, it was the sheer memory of the one she lost. He couldn't tell, but figured, for now, it was best he didn't speak further.
In the end, though, when it all came down to it, he couldn't tell what the Sith would truly expect from them. He believed that if they proved their worth and skill, just as he had, they'd be welcomed and situated into the ranks. Those still young and ready to learn would get the chance to begin building their foundations. He just hoped that none proved worthless in their eyes. Any favor he gained would quickly evaporate. If some tried to resist and fight back, though, he'd be safe there from the cult's wrath, he expected, but maybe not the Eternal's. Either way, if something feel through, chances were he'd have someone on his heels.
As they made their way through the village once more, he couldn't believe just how different it seemed now that everyone moved about. For a small bit, he could see what daily life was like here. He could only imagine the shift they'd end up facing once they got to Roon.
Reaching the building, Karnac recognized the rune from his studies. It seemed that whatever fell upon the man that brought him here, it didn't do him any favors. Entering, he could only stand by and watch as the echani brought the woman down swiftly and without hesitation. Yet, when another arrived and begun trying to save the Chirurgeon, Pandæmonium stayed her hand, showing that this death came with purpose. What it was remained a mystery to him, yet he figured that the answer would come soon. All he would do was wait and watch. |
|
𝓟𝓪𝓷𝓭æ𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓾𝓶
The Sith Eternal
Why wait for the tables to turn when I can hit you with one of the chairs?
Posts: 92
Affiliation: Cult of Abyssos
Traffic Light: Green
|
Post by 𝓟𝓪𝓷𝓭æ𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓾𝓶 on Feb 11, 2024 20:58:24 GMT -8
CLOSED RP
Pandæmonium had expected a little... more from her unlikely companion. He was a man who requested she stay her blade when it came down to another one of the High Elder's loyal disciples. At least there, he had witnessed a piece of the cruelty. Here, it could have been construed as an act of mindless violence. Yet, Karnac remained silent and just... watched? ~Tch... probably for the best...~
Although her attention had momentarily strayed, the echani's silvery gaze remained locked on the younger miraluka, who still fruitlessly chanted as if she could bring the Chirurgeon back from the dead. Although the main 'threat' was taken care of, Pandæmonium kept her blade poised and ready to assail another, yet she didn't move to strike. Instead, she allowed the green blade to hover just above Lady Khira's shoulders, where a quick arc would separate her head from her body if it came down to it. Pandæmonium silently prayed that her assumptions about this healer-in-training were correct.
"And she is not our only one, Lady Khira," Pandæmonium parried sharply and firmly, still feigning this new 'power' given to her as the High Guard, "nor was she our most true and potent healer. You know what she had done to me, my men, and others of the guard. You know what she did to 'punish' those who pursued knowledge outside the allowance of the Elders. 'The persistence of endless knowledge'? No... we were meant to be their dolls and play by their rules. Otherwise, our punishment would leave us begging for death. I know you know this, too, Lady Khira, and I've seen your reluctance to play along."
It was a gamble to speak so boldly about one who, up until this point, had been a silent figure in the background. However, several minor incidents made Pandæmonium question Lady Khira's beliefs. Even more, one singular experience shed a brighter light on Lady Khira's allegiance to the Chirurgeon and the Elders, or lack thereof. She made one call that ensured a life was saved that was deemed to die. Now, that man stood as Pandæmonium's right-hand man in battle and one of the few people she could truly trust. Pandæmonium hoped that she wasn't blowing this gut feeling into something bigger than it was.
"The tides are shifting rapidly for Abyssos. The current council of Elders has been eradicated, and with their ruin, a new chapter will begin for our people. Do you truly believe that she would have accepted this fate? Or do you believe that, as the head of one of the most revered families among us, she would have plotted to return Abyssos to this current age? All I've done today is ensure that the poisonous vines are pruned so that Abyssos and her potential are not choked in this new age."
By Chaos, Pandæmonium was starting to hate the sound of her own voice. She was already sounding like a mindless disciple of this cult of the Eternal, and she hadn't even set foot on Roon yet. She was off to a lovely start. However, it had been too many years since she had been allowed to speak freely and to be in control and fearless. It was liberating. She would have felt even better if she could sheathe her saber, but whether Lady Khira was an ally or enemy had yet to be revealed.
"You have a choice to make today, Lady Khira. Will you walk the same path as your mother and fall victim to her same fate? Or will you grow stronger than that and become what Abyssos needs now of our Chirurgeon?" |
|
𝕿𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖚𝖘
The Sith Eternal
"You want weapons? Books are the best weapon in the world. Arm yourself!"
Posts: 74
Affiliation: Cult of Abyssos
Traffic Light: Green
|
Post by 𝕿𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖚𝖘 on Feb 11, 2024 21:11:00 GMT -8
CLOSED RP
Lady Khira knew she had lost the fight to keep the Chirurgeon alive before she had even started. It was a thing of pride to die here while healing her mother and master. Yet the High Guard's blade remained steady and unwavering above her shoulder. When the miraluka realized there was more to the High Guard's violence than lashing out at those who had wronged her, Lady Khira quieted her spell and spent a long moment grieving. Although 'grieving' wasn't the correct word for it. Truthfully, the High Guard wasn't wholly incorrect in her assumptions. This woman was hardly a mother to her. She was her giver of life but nothing more in terms of a mother. The Chirurgeon was also a harsh master with rules for healing or harming that seemed counterproductive to the end goal. With the High Guard's single action, years of Lady Khira's memories and training with the Chirurgeon were cut short, yet her chains were also broken. 'Dolls' was the word the High Guard used. It wasn't quite accurate, but it wasn't far off the mark, either.
"You're offering me the chance to take my master's place as the Chirurgeon under this new order? I can't tell if I'm being set up to fail and to pay for those sins with my life later, but I'm not a mindless fool to lash out at the hand that feeds me. If I value my life, you've only left me one option, High Guard. I wish to warn you to be careful with how often you give another an ultimatum like this. You'll lose yourself and become no better than the one you just cut down."
Lady Khira didn't convey a graceful 'yes' to the High Guard's offer, but it was a stronger yes than no. She allowed Pandæmonium and Karnac to weigh her answer and deem it satisfactory. Then, Lady Khira stood carefully and slowly to her feet, staying wary of the High Guard's blade.
"All of my actions have been what I deemed best at that present point. You are correct that several times my judgment contradicted that of the present Chirurgeon. However, I would never be so brash as to overrule her decisions for her patients. Only when you were mine..."
Or left to die, but Lady Khira wouldn't say as much in front of the menacing zabrak that stood behind the echani. He was oddly quiet this whole time, but perhaps he knew his place. These dealings were for the people of Abyssos, but it left her questioning why exactly he was here then. Regardless, the High Guard was a sharp one and would catch on quickly to the words left unspoken. Pandæmonium's experiences were her own. For Lady Khira, she learned all she could through any experience presented. As a healer, it naturally painted her as an ally. Although she wasn't their enemy, Lady Khira briefly questioned the blinders that the High Guard wore regarding her association and experiences with others.
She hoped she had appeased the two of them enough. The miraluka floated towards the door and waved others over. Quietly, they whispered to each other before nods were shared. Without a word, the two men approached the body, performed a quick rite, and left with the Chirurgeon's corpse without a word. Lady Khira returned to Pandæmonium and Karnac, her lips pursed.
"The death rites will be held tonight. My master was preparing for her role in it, but seeing as I have now accepted her responsibilities, I have many things to tend to before the rites and even more tasks before we embark. Do either of you have any other pressing matters here, or shall I leave you to continue 'pruning the poisonous vines,' as you elegantly stated, High Guard?"
Although Lady Khira didn't outwardly seem to look at either of them, her gaze within the Force remained locked on each of them. Her tone remained lackluster, holding back emotion. A shift of this magnitude was starting to send her into a spiral, though, and she would prefer to busy herself with work. Her master's work. No, her work now. Tense, she clenched her teeth. |
|
Karnac
The Sith Eternal
Posts: 208
Traffic Light: Green
|
Post by Karnac on Feb 12, 2024 7:34:13 GMT -8
For the time being, simply standing, watching the events unfold in silence was all he could do. Did she think he'd speak up? Step in and spare another life? He didn't want to lose any more people, that was true. But he did want to reduce or remove the chance that something would go awry forcing death upon them. It was the reason between his actions moments ago and now. She had challenged and threatened the one master, especially when such things were directed at her men. Striking him down was justifiable. But she didn't and the choice was handed to him. But what if he had told her to kill him? Would she comply or decide otherwise? An unknown that wouldn't ever get an answer. But when she left the safe house, he blade was ready to strike and she had told him to let things unfold and to not judge her. To make such a shift in choice was odd, so, to Karnac, there was reason behind it. All he had to do was wait, proving to be the wisest thing.
From what he gathered, it was highly possible, if not guaranteed that this woman would have stirred the pot and caused an uprising in the name of the Abyssos she knew and the Elders. So it was necessary to, as Pandæmonium put it, prune the poisonous vines. A smart tactic. She must have known that, in the end, the master she threatened earlier would begrudgingly accept the change and not cause a problem. This person wouldn't be the same.
And, as he hoped, her reasonings were given, providing insight to the death before them and what would become of the daughter. She was none too thrilled about how things went down, but he couldn't blame them. For a good while, they'd all be dancing on a knife's edge. He could only hope that the foundation below them would explain and make moving forward much easier. Though not direct or enthusiastic, she did give them a yes, so to speak.
Finally, they were asked if their were any other issues that needed her attention. He could have remained quiet, but for some reason decided not to. "I have come to see the one who beckoned me here in a brilliant display of power. This Tartarus. Take me to him please. |
|
𝓟𝓪𝓷𝓭æ𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓾𝓶
The Sith Eternal
Why wait for the tables to turn when I can hit you with one of the chairs?
Posts: 92
Affiliation: Cult of Abyssos
Traffic Light: Green
|
Post by 𝓟𝓪𝓷𝓭æ𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓾𝓶 on Feb 12, 2024 19:00:19 GMT -8
CLOSED RP
Lady Khira didn't give a forward answer, but it was sufficient to prove that she posed no threat to Abyssos' new future, carved out by the zabrak lurking behind Pandæmonium. As the miraluka stood, Pandæmonium beckoned the green saber to retreat into the hilt. What caught Pandæmonium's attention was Lady Khira's odd behavior, but she couldn't blame her, either. Pandæmonium didn't feel herself since she awoke amid a bloody massacre. This all felt like a dream as if Lady Rhu'een was alive and well and only practicing new complexities to her dreamweaving's levels. Perhaps Lady Khira was feeling the same fatigue. Maybe Pandæmonium never really understood the miraluka at all.
Lady Khira's words didn't fall on deaf ears, either. Pandæmonium knew what she was doing. She had become judge, jury, and executioner. She despised it when she was on trial before the Elders and forced to endure their punishments. Now, she saw just how intoxicating that power was. Yet, there was still a part of that power that made her sick to her stomach, as if the very act of it was the same as drinking a toxin. Although she abused her newfound power to hold fast to this new beginning, she refused to let it consume her. That much, Lady Khira didn't have to worry about. These demands would soon be taken out of her hands anyway, while new ones would be commanded by whatever new masters, elders, and authorities awaited them on Roon.
As the new Chirurgeon claimed her title, she also posed a question, which led to the real reason they were here. Thankfully, Karnac finally stepped forward and spoke his answer instead of being a lurking menace behind her. She didn't like it when she had to keep her eyes on others, thus allowing him a chance to enact a secret master plan she never saw coming. It didn't seem his style, but she only knew this zabrak for maybe an hour. He could keep surprising her.
As needed, though, Pandæmonium's split attention honed in on the Chirurgeon after Karnac made his request. Before the miraluka could deflect it with the half-truths already spread like wildfire, the echani spoke up to set the record straight.
"I know he's alive, Chirurgeon, so don't you dare try to say otherwise. Your predecessor and the Elders may have convinced the rest of Abyssos that his fate was death, but I know he's still here. I can still feel him in the Force. Please, you must take us to him." |
|
𝕿𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖚𝖘
The Sith Eternal
"You want weapons? Books are the best weapon in the world. Arm yourself!"
Posts: 74
Affiliation: Cult of Abyssos
Traffic Light: Green
|
Post by 𝕿𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖚𝖘 on Feb 12, 2024 19:10:57 GMT -8
CLOSED RP
'Tartarus.'
Lady Khira froze at the zabrak's request. She inhaled deeply and let out a profound sigh. However, the beginnings of a crazed smile etched itself onto the miraluka's lips. She didn't have time to correct him, though, not with the High Guard speaking up in his defense. Usually, she could calmly wave away such innocent hopes and passions, but there was something about the way Pandæmonium spoke, her conviction, but mainly her word choice.
"There's no way you would know that, High Guard, unless..." The Chirurgeon 'looked' to the ceiling, mimicking an action of deep ponder and wonder, ...unless the rumors about you two are true? It would explain quite a bit if you two completed the ceremony. That's quite the feat, especially considering you would have never had the Elders' blessing." The Chirurgeon sighed again, humming in feigned defeat. If it was true, then there was no getting these two to leave until she had shown them the truth. "Well, come then. Just know he's not exactly in the most talkative mood."
The Chirurgeon, wanting nothing more than to appease them so they would leave faster and leave her to work, led Pandæmonium and Karnac through the door and into the smaller room. Still, there would be nothing that marked the room as unusual. More shelves lined the walls with more jars and ingredients, although these were far more potent and potentially harmful components. The miraluka guided the pair towards the center of the small room. There, a peculiar book with a not-so-peculiar leather cover lay. It was set haphazardly on the ground as if tossed aside and forgotten to be placed back on its shelf. However, the Chirurgeon stepped onto it and shifted her weight upon it. Like a lever, the book sunk into the floor, and the wood beneath them gave way to create a small door, a passageway further beneath the infirmary.
It was such a simple system. For a group who worshipped the sanctity of tomes and grimoires, who would never dare defile a book like this, it was foolproof.
"Go on then," Lady Khira encouraged, allowing the two to go down before her.
The soft golden light of Sith Magic lit their way, much like the safe house. However, this room was much smaller, as if only a select few would ever know of its existence. Only four beds resided here, two on the south walls and two on the north. The only one occupied was the closest one on the north wall. The patient was a tall but slender man buried under animal skins and fur blankets. Messy and in disarray, his blue hair appeared black under the dim lighting. He didn't appear to be breathing, and for everyone -- aside from Lady Pandæmonium, it seemed -- there was no readable Force signature. From what could be perceived and understood, the man who lay there was as dead as the Elders had claimed, yet the proof he was alive came in the immaculate efforts in his apparent care.
"A merciful fate would be to include him tonight with the rest of those honored. That is yet another circumstance that my predecessor and I disagreed on." Purposefully, the Chirurgeon tilted her head to mimic looking directly at Pandæmonium. "For one reason or another, the Elders wanted to keep him here for as long as their magicks would keep him tethered to the living realm. There is no guarantee that he will ever wake from this. Perhaps you should consider this an opportunity to say a proper farewell before we embark on our new path." |
|
Karnac
The Sith Eternal
Posts: 208
Traffic Light: Green
|
Post by Karnac on Feb 13, 2024 9:21:55 GMT -8
For a moment, it seemed as if his request was going to be denied. Silence for a split second longer than expected as the miraluka processed the request. But before anything could be said, Pandæmonium spoke up. All seemed certain that he was dead...all except for her. The way she said it, how she knew, it made him wonder. That thought process was only further confirmed by the Chirurgeon's words. A ceremony? He had a few good points made to aid his thinking, but for now, he'd remain quiet.
Following behind the pair, he watched as they were led to a nearly empty room. Yet, there was nobody around. HIs gaze turned toward Khira, wondering if another needed to be struck down, only to have the thought fade the moment the book was stepped one and a hidden chamber revealed. An interesting approach, to be sure. He had gathered this cult's desire for knowledge, but he didn't know enough to understand how this device was effective. Then again, one might have thought less for a random book as the key and sought for something hidden. Still, he continued to follow until they reached end, a room that held four beds, and single body.
For a moment, he stopped, listening to the woman speak of his state and what should be done, though he held back his response towards it. Instead, he took a step forward, his pace slow as to not immediately trigger either of the two that brought him here. He moved to the side of the bed, his gaze never leaving Tartarus as he went to the side that would allow both to remain in his view as well as to better put himself in theirs.
After a moment, he finally spoke. "When we were being led from the caves, I was told that this came from a ritual gone awry, that one who's thirst for knowledge went too far." He then looked to the pair. "What happened? What knowledge did he seek?" In the end, he didn't much care about what it was he was doing or seeking, but was curious as to the story. What was the true source of the power that drew him in? |
|
𝓟𝓪𝓷𝓭æ𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓾𝓶
The Sith Eternal
Why wait for the tables to turn when I can hit you with one of the chairs?
Posts: 92
Affiliation: Cult of Abyssos
Traffic Light: Green
|
Post by 𝓟𝓪𝓷𝓭æ𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓾𝓶 on Feb 14, 2024 17:28:33 GMT -8
CLOSED RP
Pandæmonium froze as the Chirurgeon rambled, even going as far as mentioning the ceremony. She and Tartarus knew that it all would come to light one day. Right at this moment, though, there was already too much tension. Their secret coming to light, being confirmed in all but words, wasn't helping. At least she didn't need to say anything else, thus leaving Karnac, the outsider, to remain more or less oblivious to the finer details.
Purposefully, Pandæmonium allowed Karnac to lead the way down, leaving her sandwiched between him and the Chirurgeon. Her eyes could stay on the zabrak, and if there was some secret trap at the bottom, Karnac could be the one to deal with it. It seemed the most efficient approach. The Chirurgeon would force her to march forward, too, despite the rock that formed in the pit of her stomach. With every step down the dimly lit staircase, Pandæmonium felt her heart beat louder in her ears. The Chirurgeon had already confirmed her worst fears that Tartarus still wasn't awake. After everything else that had transpired, the echani wondered if she could handle seeing him in that state again. But she had to, and thus, had to remain strong.
As the three piled into the smaller underground infirmary, Pandæmonium froze, and her heart shattered. She caught her breath and whispered a faint 'No' at the sight of Tartarus. He really did look as though he was dead if it wasn't for the furs to keep him warm and the careful placement of bedding to keep him comfortable. No, not him. To keep his body comfortable. Even here, where she should have been able to feel a spark of life in his Force signature, it was still muted, suppressed as if on the other side of the galaxy. Or the other side of the living realm.
Suddenly, a shrill shriek of a great wyrm's cry pierced her ears and her ears only. In her vision, the lighting flickered, leaving her momentarily in the dark, but as her whole world returned to her, the colors warped -- the light was dark, and the dark was light. Pandæmonium felt a sudden pressure try to knock her to her feet, and she stumbled, bracing herself with a hand against the wall of earth and stone.
"Hyperion," she gasped, abruptly realizing she hadn't been breathing.
It came as a timely answer to Karnac's question. Pandæmonium's gaze shot to Tartarus' body as her world steadied, and she realized that she was the only one who felt Tartarus' Force signature and the only one who experienced the piercing spear that was Hyperion's aura. She took a few slow breaths to regain her bearings, but she knew that hearing the wyrm's cry meant one thing: Tartarus was still in danger. He had to be fighting on the other side, which meant she would fight for him here.
"No, we're taking him to Roon, where I assume he can get better medical treatment." Pandæmonium posed it as a statement to the Chirurgeon. However, her eyes lingered on Karnac and silently demanded him to further delve into the Eternal's abilities to host a person in Tartarus' condition. "Should the Sith Eternal allow Abyssos some sense of autonomy, he is the closest person we have to a High Elder now. So long as Lord Tartarus chooses to keep fighting for his life, we owe as much to him to fight alongside him."
Finally working up the nerve to approach Tartarus' bed, Pandæmonium stood near Karnac. Her eyes were downcast, locked on the still body of the sorcerer. As much as she didn't wish to feed the zabrak's curiosity, he was persistent and always seemed to get what he wanted anyway. At least she could funnel the correct information that had not been muddled from the multiple passings from around the village.
"It was from a ritual gone awry," she stated, filtering out what emotion from her tone she could, "but it was less thirst for knowledge and more thirst for power." Pandæmonium sighed. Thirst for power. Power he sought for her. He always disguised his reasons well, but she always saw right through him. "Tartarus, like his master, the High Elder, has a talent in a lost art known as Summoning. His magicks revolve around creating pacts with powerful demons within the Void and then summoning them to do his bidding. He was attempting to pact with another demon named Hyperion, or at least that's the name mentioned in the texts he discovered. In the end... we lost control."
Pandæmonium's voice quivered as she forced out those last three words. 'We lost control.' Internally scolding herself over all of it -- her ineptitude during the ritual, her incapability to keep her emotions in check, her inability to protect him from this fate -- she sucked in a deep breath and clenched her teeth. For now, she wouldn't say anything else to Karnac, not until she was steady. |
|
