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Post by Whill Shaman Xixo on Apr 5, 2013 6:57:54 GMT -8
*The Rakatan temple was a structure built on the planet Honoghr by the Rakata of the Infinite Empire. It was similar in appearance to other Rakatan temples, such as the Temple of the Ancients on Lehon.*
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2016 3:32:15 GMT -8
A lone metallic tube with a glass panel sat alone atop an altar in the main hall of the Temple. A series of Sith Runes adorned the altar and the floor surrounding it, with a ring of candles marking the edge of the ritual area. Just beyond the candle light, two figures stood within the shadows. It was hard to distinguish whom they were exactly, but their general species was easily identifiable. The one on the left was definitely a Nautolan, whilst the one on the right was a Twi'lek. But whether Bara'Duun knew this based on their outlines as they knelt within the shadows, or because he knew who they really were, was a matter for debate. But ultimately inconsequential as he lumbered forth into the ring of light, his staff clicking against the ground. He was a haunched and hideous creature to look upon. Years of Sith Alchemy and Magic had twisted his physical form, something that even cloning had not been able to correct. But he did not care for what others thought of his looks. His power was so great, that not only could he conquor death, but he could easily remove from existence those that he did not agree with. However, he could not be everywhere at once, and that was why he needed disciples like the pair before him, and the one he was about to bring forth into the world.
As he stepped up to the alter, he placed his hand upon the surface of the glass, his clawed digits making a scratching noise against it. Within, the body of a man known as Ulric Blackwood rested. The man had been something of a notorious Sith Lord on Roon years ago, utilizing Sith Magic and Alchemy for his own ends. In fact, Bara'Duun was aware that some of the man's experiments were here on Honoghr, living under the family name of Roseheart. They were of little consequence to Bara'Duun's plans, but Ulric had demanded that he be allowed to get them back, in exchange for his services. It was a simple enough matter as far as the Sith Lord was concerned, and so he was happy to oblige the man's request. Although, he had set one condition, and that was that he would allow it so long as it did not interfere with anything in the long run. Whilst they were all powerful Sith Lords, if Zion and his Order discovered this plot before the pieces were in place, then it could all fall apart. That was an outcome he had no intention of letting happen. Zion had already interfered with his plans in the past, and Bara'Duun had lost his original body because of it. He intended to make sure the man paid the price for his meddling.
Bara'Duun then removed his hand from the casket, and shifted his gaze towards the figures in the shadows. The pair bowed their heads in recognition. Everything was prepared, and the hour of Ulric's return was upon them. He then withdrew the eye shaped pendant from his pocket, gripping it by the thin chain. It didn't look like much, merely being nought but a family heirloom of the Blackwood family. But in recent times, it had undergone some modifications thanks to Bara'Duun. Whilst it was still very much the same amulet that Ulric had been given and worn during his old life, much had changed about the composition of it. He had used alchemy to strengthen the metal, to transmute it into something stronger, light, better than ever, before inscribing Sith Runes upon it to make it capable of being a vessel for something most precious. Certainly, he had no intention of just giving Ulric his body back. Not without some measure of controlling the man. Though, in some respects, what Bara'Duun was about to do, would give Ulric more control. For any who would wear the amulet, would succumb to the control of the spirit that resided within it.
He stretched out his arm, dangling the amulet above the casket. It was then, that he began to chant in the Sith Language, reciting an old incantation. The runes started to glow a blood red, letting off a dull glow as sparks of energy jumped from rune to rune. Bara'Duun then set his concentration upon the small crystalline vial set in the very center of the amulet. Within, was contained a sample of Ulric's blood. It was acting as a catalyst with which to summon the Sith's spirit back from the realm of Chaos. The pair of shadowed figures took up the chant, and added the strength to the ritual. It was then, that the ghostly image of Ulric Blackwood started to materialize from the edge of the circle, and walked towards the altar.
In his life, he had been a strong practitioner of the force, exploring many of its aspects. One of which, had been to maintain his corporeal form beyond death. It had seemed a trivial thing at the time, but it was certainly having its rewards. If not for his training, he would have been lost to the flow of the force forever. But now, he was oh so close to coming back to the physical world, so that he might exact his revenge. He had spent countless years plotting what he would do - how he would make them pay for killing him. He gave a nod to Bara'Duun, before reaching his hand out and grasping the amulet.
As the spirit of Ulric faded within the amulet, a sudden burst of energy rippled outwards, turning everything dark as the candles were blown out and the light from the runes disappeared. Bara'Duun focused upon several candles, before muttering a series of words, causing a reaction from the force that reignited them. He could sense Ulric's presence within the amulet, reaffirming that the ritual had been successful. With a wave of his hand, the controls of the metal tube activated, retracting the glass panels. Bara'Duun then placed the necklace around the clone's neck, before touching Ulric's forehead and muttering another series of words. It was then, that he took a few steps back and waited.
For the first time, in what felt like eternity, Ulric physically opened his eyes to the world. He laid there a moment, as he centered himself. There would still be some time in which he would have to acquaint himself with his body and ensure its needs were attended to. But first, he had some business to attend to, as he sat upright. Ulric then extracted himself from the tube and took a knee before Bara'Duun, his amulet dangling freely about "I am ready to serve you, Bara'Duun..." Bara'Duun was quite please with his work, and Ulric's submission and pledge. He then waved his hand, signalling for Ulric to rise, with the man doing so moments later "Good. Get accustomed to your return to this world. Then... We shall begin our preparations in earnest!"
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Post by The Fallen on Aug 8, 2016 4:27:36 GMT -8
Ifrit had lost track of how much time had passed, since his training had begun. He was certain it had been years since he had first travelled to Byss to begin his training. Back then, he had been a mere novice, eager to begin his training under Bara'Duun. But a couple of years had passed since then, and he had advanced through his studies. He had tested himself at every stage, ensuring that he had a grasp of the skills he needed, to complete his plan. To that end, he had gathered about him a number of loyal companions. The sisters Ikaros and Nymph. The warrior Banríon Shoird. And the Sith spawn lead by Tasradan. They had all pledged their allegiance to him, and he had rewarded each in kind.
It had been a long journey since then. But as they stood arrayed upon the bridge of the Gozanti-class Cruiser, they all knew it was coming to a close - their destination within sight. Ifrit had set out with a simple goal, to raise Tyrande from the dead and gain vengeance upon those that had sent them to her death. With this visit to Honoghr, the first phase of that plan would be completed. He could collect the clone he had commissioned years ago, and bring back her soul from the netherworld.
Bringing his thoughts back to the present, Ifrit listened and watched through the force, as Tasradan and his Marauders piloted the Gozanti down into the atmosphere. They had managed to gain landing clearance after claiming to be a research effort, meaning they could land where ever they wanted. Even so, they had made to head in one direction, before dropping close to the tree tops and turning around to head to the Rakatan Temple. It was a slow journey, but it meant tracking them would be all the more difficult.
The Gozanti extended its landing struts some time later, as it descended to the ground. The landing ramp lowered a few moments later, before the sound of hoofs on metal could be heard, as Ifrit descended the ramp. He had undergone a number of changes, from the hoof feet, to the pair of wings that sprouted from his back, to the horns that adorned his forehead, and his permanently green glowing eyes. Behind him came Banríon first and foremost. He had made a number of alterations to her, such as hardening sections of her skin, and giving her a pair of skeletal wings. Following her, was Ikaros and Nymph. As they arrived to the bottom of the landing ramp, Ifrit took a knee. For standing there, was the resurrected form of his new master, Bara'Duun
My master... At long last my training is complete. Now, I am prepared. Ready to claim my prize, and return her spirit to the realm of the living...
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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2018 13:58:32 GMT -8
Bara'Duun stood slightly hunched over and leaning his weight upon his staff. His hood casting a shadow across his face as the Gozanti had descended from orbit and landed feet away from him. His glowing green gaze settling upon The Weaver of Blades as he strode down the landing ramp. His transformation and skill with his power very readily apparent. He could still remember the plain form with which he had first met Ifrit. Much had changed for the both of them since then.
While Ifrit had risen in power and changed physically, Bara'Duun had undergone his own change. Thanks to Ifrit's help, his Holocron had been removed from its prison. Which in turn had also released his spirit from the prison that Zion had been locked it away in all those years ago. With his chains broken, he had been able to reach forth from the nether and inhabit a physical form once more. Allowing him to walk amongst the living and progress his plans and seek vengeance upon those that had wronged him.
His gaze briefly swept over Ikaros, Nymph, and Banríon. Giving none of them more attention then a brief glance. After all, none of them were truly worthy of his time. They were merely pawns in a much larger game. Pieces to be put into play, and then sacrificed for the good of those more powerful than them. Something they would learn all too soon. Causing Bara'Duun to smile as he looked down upon Ifrit, placing his hand upon his Apprentices head, right between the two horns "Good... I can already sense your greatness within the Force... You have taken to my teachings well.... Yes, you are ready, to show the Jedi the error of their ways and return your beloved to this world... Come, get settled in, then we shall plan our next move..." Bara'Duun lifted his hand from Ifrit's head then, moving for his Apprentice to follow him in to the Temple
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