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| Seeking artifacts from the ancient Sith; Myrkals search for info on the Ancients | |
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| Topic Started: Feb 10 2006, 01:33 AM (106 Views) | |
| Darth_Myrkal | Feb 10 2006, 01:33 AM Post #1 |
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On < One of the many remote plateaus of Korriban > Darth Myrkal stepped out of the transport-hoverspeeders guards , they had been protecting his exposed legs by emitting a field that stopped projectiles and dust alike. The speeder was the result of Myrkal and several of his old, now dead, mercenary friends. Appearing so much like a hoverbike, it was in reality capable of bringing him back out to space to the Progenitor, but was relatively easy to take out once targeted and had minimal armament and armor. He stood beside this looking at the ruin of a small building, the swirling sands covering all but the pinnacle of what once must have been a Sith temple. Not wishing to rush things, he sat on the groung in the middle of the small spire and crossed his legs in meditation. He focused on the dark side of the force and how here, like many places on this ancient stronghold planet of the sith, the Dark Side was so strong that it was smothering. He reveled in this, pulling it into himself to make his mind more aware of all those things around him. For two hours he meditated, several times thinking he heard someone sneaking up on him, but each time he turned lightsaber bursting into motion their was nothing. It was odd, not frightening, Myrkal didnt know how to be afraid, but definately disconcerting. Who knows what Sith may have locked their souls to this temple, who still walk its halls wishing to rend the flesh from those who attempt to interfere in the state of stasis surrounding the place. After calming himself and finding his center, Myrkal began his search of the entire premises. His well skilled eyes scanned every etch in the black obsidian walls, remembering each verse easily. He was gifted in this he thought, how many others would have been capable to read , translate and analyze the writing of the ancients so easily? Not many, that is for sure. It is for this very reason that he learned this language and its history so well. The walls were the history of the ancient sith , all the way from the age of the forming of the sith, to the year in which the first imperium fell. Mixed among these were small prayers and rites described for the practitioners of the ancient sorcery. They were recipes for mind enhancing potions, meditative rights to tap into different parts of the force. All of it was pure genius, and Myrkal had not even seen a third of the building yet. Standing up he realized that he was in a place that may teach him to grow stronger, and it excited him. He immediately called for seventeed droids from his ship to come take video and create a replica of the walls and building on the Progenitors tactical display. IT didnt take long. Myrkal returned to his ship and began to study, the droids doing all the work while he memorized it. One thing in particular attracted him most, a rite called the Plunge into the abyss. He went at it with gusto, practicing over and over for hours until he felt ready to start the rite... Myrkal had been working on the ritual for hours. It was based primarily off of sucking in the emanating dark side energy so deeply entrenched here. He was not moving, still sitting in his meditation stance, yet he was sweating profusely, the drops of sweat dripping off of his face and making a puddle on the floor before him. He had more than an hour ago taken off his robe and he sat there muscles flexed for hours, meditating, asking from guidance from the ancient Sith lords who used to frequent this long lost elite laboratory for the dark side. He kept getting visions, though they were fleeting, he was perturbed by their intensity. He was watching the execution of Jedi, and their torture, every so often he heard the name of a city, one in particular kept arising repeatedly. Antei. He knew where it was located, and had almost went there on several occasions but had not the time. He would go there now, and seek to learn what was there that these phantoms of the ancients were so interested in. Feeling the force strong within himself, he stood and drew his lightsaber raising it above his head. Then moving with the fluidic grace so visible in all his movements he began to do kata. For six hours he moved with lightening speed through the most elaborate of his attacks and defenses. He ran and jumped into walls using them to spring himself upwards kicking off the ceiling to flip and land on his feet. Repeating his Kata practice over and over he fueled his actions by the death energy so available here. Then as suddenly as he had stood up and begun his Kata he sheaths the blade in midair and twirls around landing on his feet facing the entrance. Something was there, what he did not know, but it was somehow... familiar. He waited as the ghostly apparation of an ancient Sith woman approaches him. She smiles at him and he feels the force emanating from her force him to his knees. "Darth Myrkal, I have been awaiting the arrival of one who may become my apprentice though i remain dead. I am Natalya, let me tell you my story." He nods and watches her with intense interest still on his knees. "I was a sith, like you, but unlike you i attempted to adhere to the laws set down by the elders, that lasted quite a while. I was a necroscope, with my mind i could use the force to call up the spirits of the dead and force them to answer my questions. This made me have an unusual advantage. I could hunt down the remains of the ancients and from there i could learn their skills through the spirits of their departed selves. So i rose among the ranks quickly. Then one day it hit me, pain. " She smiles as if the word 'pain' was almost orgasmic to her, he perked at the look on her face. "Yes, Myrkal i know your fascination with pain, for it is a fascination which we share. You lust for one who can pass your test of agony, if i was physically manifested i would with ease. That is why i have come to you, I will teach you the ways of pain, the art of agony, if you but adhere to my commands. This is a union which we shall keep secret. None but you and i shall know of it until the time arrives for you to resurrect me, but i dont see that in the future for a long, long time. Now on the pedestal to your rear is a phial, in it is what remains of me, i want you to take it and bring me with you so that we can do what we must in your training. We must leave here now, for my old master stirs in his deepest of slumbers, and until i am stronger he could stop you from taking me, so let us move with haste." Myrkal looks at her and nods his head. The exhilaration of learning more of pain intrigues him, and though this woman may be one of the ancients he is not so willing to become her slave. Instead he will take her and use her to learn and maybe, just maybe if she proves herself worthy, then he may become her apprentice. He runs and grabs the phial and loops it onto a chain around his neck. Leaving the ruins quickly he feels the rising current of force as the ancient she was speaking of wakes from his slumber. In the progenitor he sits in the pilots chair and launches the vessel from the surface heading into orbit around the planet. "Now, Natalya, i want to begin learning of pain, teach me..." |
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