Post by Darth Malvus on Mar 6, 2016 16:50:02 GMT -8
Dark Aspirations
Location: Underground Sith Research Facility, Tarkin Estates, Eriadu
Timeframe: Some time after the revival of the One Sith under the Lord Regent, Darth Malvus
(Abstract or Summary of Work)
A story dedicated to the experiments and research of Darth Malvus, trials that would ultimately change the very fabric of the Sith's reality.
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"Kash visa nuyak amzi vi zo tsis eximorto, temias Sithspawn, kienis natura meo kad zo kelet days, aras tolus vel sinister than kam nu zinot visaz aikstus. Nu manyta anas antai kash zo tolus darker qy sso savaka stai..."
Malvus skimmed the ancient text that was set before him within a secluded room of the underground research facility. All around the table, there were various opened texts; propped up, laying down or on their side. It was a mess, but it was an area where the Sith Lord thrived in his research upon the unknown and forbidden. His visit to Dromund Kaas was how this text fell into his hands; a book whose writer was a Sith Lord dating to the early days of the Old Sith Empire. Though the writer's origins are unknown and lost, this fellow researcher's writings were preserved enough that the reader, Malvus, was able to decipher the encoded lines that utilized the Sith tongue, a language that had long since died out. The Sith gently touches one of his tendrils, pondering upon the sentence before he slowly translated it.
In all my time as a Sith alchemist... these Sithspawn... whose life was but a few days, are far more sinister than what I have ever seen... I believe that there is a far darker force at work here.
What madness was this? A far more darker force? Sithspawn that were far more sinister than anything this writer had ever witnessed? These had been some strange words left behind for the Sith to decipher. There were mentions of a dark presence that lingered, far beyond the researcher's senses, within the facility where these experiments were conducted. Dreams of a croaking voice, speaking in riddles to the Sith's ears. Sithspawn who would raise their hands to something unseen before their lives suddenly ended. Morbid visions that revealed swarms of strange flies before eerie clouds of gases that would choke the writer in question, causing him to awaken suddenly. Malvus scoffed slightly; this writer was writing nothing but paranoid dreams, visions that only a mad man, who feared for his life, would write. Yet, the descriptions were so detailed and vivid, that Malvus began to truly question the validity of these claims, of these words.
Days before, the Sith wondered if these were merely the writings of a man who wished to only to scare those of a more fainthearted nature. However, as the examination continued, there was stronger and stronger evidence that was something more real that could be imagined. Perhaps there was some truth to the words of this madman, who may not be as mad as he appears to be in these writings.
A few days prior...
"Galas naktis, nu girdim kair voice visitina nuyak vadinti... Zhol gerosi. Kais zhol originated sulig zo laisvas... Zhol croaked nuyak vadinti negu byloti kash zo tongue anas nu could nenx moketi... Nu awoke kia kam nu ideja meo tave geros iv zo fly, kad lytekias niekas kitur kash tave lavonin kad ja've."
It was only a day or so after the return from Dromund Kaas. Malvus had brought a number of various texts and holocrons that the Sith felt could expand his knowledge and render a much needed revival to the wall that he had encountered with his own research. Among them were a few volumes, detailing the memoirs and notes of an unknown Sith Lord, dating to a time after the demise of Tulak Hord and the early decades of the Old Sith Empire. Although the writer mentions the planet of Ziost, there is no indication of his origins or, for that matter, what race he was, but Malvus presumed the writer was either an Exile descendant, thus most likely a Human, or a Sith, like himself.
The entire text was written in the ancient tongue of Malvus's forebearers, a language that was long believed to have died out with very little Sith remaining within the galaxy. Yet, thanks to his upbringing, the Sith Lord was able to understand and decipher the words into Basic. However, the words seemed a bit off, for the memoirs continued nothing but the mentions of something dark, something that appeared to be wrong in this reseacher's life. For instance, the very sentences that Malvus had just read translated to this Basic translation.
Last night, I heard some voice calling my name. It sounded... like it originated from a void. It croaked my name before speaking in a tongue that I could not understand. I awoke to what I thought was the sound of a fly, but felt nothing else in the room but myself.
A voice from beyond? A tongue that could not be understood? This was the fourth time that Malvus had translated the text to reveal a similar dream that the unnamed writer had encountered time and time again. The writer used these pieces of parchment to write down memoirs, notes of his research and other pages that were relevant to the research at hand. Yet these private memoirs, brought a whole new picture. A strange voice, blurry visions of that seemed to reveal a vivid recounting of sickly colors, and the sounds of a fly that would always awaken the writer from these dreams.
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Location: Underground Sith Research Facility, Tarkin Estates, Eriadu
Timeframe: Some time after the revival of the One Sith under the Lord Regent, Darth Malvus
(Abstract or Summary of Work)
A story dedicated to the experiments and research of Darth Malvus, trials that would ultimately change the very fabric of the Sith's reality.
===============================================
"Kash visa nuyak amzi vi zo tsis eximorto, temias Sithspawn, kienis natura meo kad zo kelet days, aras tolus vel sinister than kam nu zinot visaz aikstus. Nu manyta anas antai kash zo tolus darker qy sso savaka stai..."
Malvus skimmed the ancient text that was set before him within a secluded room of the underground research facility. All around the table, there were various opened texts; propped up, laying down or on their side. It was a mess, but it was an area where the Sith Lord thrived in his research upon the unknown and forbidden. His visit to Dromund Kaas was how this text fell into his hands; a book whose writer was a Sith Lord dating to the early days of the Old Sith Empire. Though the writer's origins are unknown and lost, this fellow researcher's writings were preserved enough that the reader, Malvus, was able to decipher the encoded lines that utilized the Sith tongue, a language that had long since died out. The Sith gently touches one of his tendrils, pondering upon the sentence before he slowly translated it.
In all my time as a Sith alchemist... these Sithspawn... whose life was but a few days, are far more sinister than what I have ever seen... I believe that there is a far darker force at work here.
What madness was this? A far more darker force? Sithspawn that were far more sinister than anything this writer had ever witnessed? These had been some strange words left behind for the Sith to decipher. There were mentions of a dark presence that lingered, far beyond the researcher's senses, within the facility where these experiments were conducted. Dreams of a croaking voice, speaking in riddles to the Sith's ears. Sithspawn who would raise their hands to something unseen before their lives suddenly ended. Morbid visions that revealed swarms of strange flies before eerie clouds of gases that would choke the writer in question, causing him to awaken suddenly. Malvus scoffed slightly; this writer was writing nothing but paranoid dreams, visions that only a mad man, who feared for his life, would write. Yet, the descriptions were so detailed and vivid, that Malvus began to truly question the validity of these claims, of these words.
Days before, the Sith wondered if these were merely the writings of a man who wished to only to scare those of a more fainthearted nature. However, as the examination continued, there was stronger and stronger evidence that was something more real that could be imagined. Perhaps there was some truth to the words of this madman, who may not be as mad as he appears to be in these writings.
A few days prior...
"Galas naktis, nu girdim kair voice visitina nuyak vadinti... Zhol gerosi. Kais zhol originated sulig zo laisvas... Zhol croaked nuyak vadinti negu byloti kash zo tongue anas nu could nenx moketi... Nu awoke kia kam nu ideja meo tave geros iv zo fly, kad lytekias niekas kitur kash tave lavonin kad ja've."
It was only a day or so after the return from Dromund Kaas. Malvus had brought a number of various texts and holocrons that the Sith felt could expand his knowledge and render a much needed revival to the wall that he had encountered with his own research. Among them were a few volumes, detailing the memoirs and notes of an unknown Sith Lord, dating to a time after the demise of Tulak Hord and the early decades of the Old Sith Empire. Although the writer mentions the planet of Ziost, there is no indication of his origins or, for that matter, what race he was, but Malvus presumed the writer was either an Exile descendant, thus most likely a Human, or a Sith, like himself.
The entire text was written in the ancient tongue of Malvus's forebearers, a language that was long believed to have died out with very little Sith remaining within the galaxy. Yet, thanks to his upbringing, the Sith Lord was able to understand and decipher the words into Basic. However, the words seemed a bit off, for the memoirs continued nothing but the mentions of something dark, something that appeared to be wrong in this reseacher's life. For instance, the very sentences that Malvus had just read translated to this Basic translation.
Last night, I heard some voice calling my name. It sounded... like it originated from a void. It croaked my name before speaking in a tongue that I could not understand. I awoke to what I thought was the sound of a fly, but felt nothing else in the room but myself.
A voice from beyond? A tongue that could not be understood? This was the fourth time that Malvus had translated the text to reveal a similar dream that the unnamed writer had encountered time and time again. The writer used these pieces of parchment to write down memoirs, notes of his research and other pages that were relevant to the research at hand. Yet these private memoirs, brought a whole new picture. A strange voice, blurry visions of that seemed to reveal a vivid recounting of sickly colors, and the sounds of a fly that would always awaken the writer from these dreams.