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Post#1 » Thu Sep 19, 2013 12:47 pm

Phyr had been meditating for the past several hours, the Darkside invigorating him far more than sleep ever could. Sometimes he still slept, out of habit, but more often than not he found himself relying more and more on his meditations. On floating adrift on the ebb and flow of the Force, riding the chaotic rapids of the Darkside. As exhilarating as the experience was, sometimes it was also maddening. Lord Phyr could hear it... Faint whispers of the Darkness, penetrating his mind, promising power. Come... Further... Let it fill you...



It beckoned to him, demanded he give more and more of himself to the Chaos. Most days, Phyr could resist its call. He knew the dangers of delving too deep too fast. He imagined his body, frail and broken. His visage marred by scars. The Darkside freed ones mind, as it did with Cain, but destroyed the body if one didn't take careful steps. Everything Phyr did was planned, but his desire was fierce. The lust for power, for more drove him further. One day, all those whispers would lead him to ultimate power, but HE would decide the day, not them.



Finally, feeling that his mind and body were rested to their prime, he ended his trance, rising from the kneeling position he'd spent the last 5 hours in without a hint of stiffness. He had much he needed to do. The Order demanded his full attention, he had to always ensure their training went smoothly, as well as keep his senses opened to other rogue Sith that likely roamed the Galaxy. Their was also the rebuilding of the Empire, always more that needed done, always something that needed tending.



Today, however, he was going to tend to an equally important matter. His second apprentice Keitus had been training on his own for quite some time. Phyr monitored the boy of course, ensuring his body grew as strong as his mind, but he knew the boy yearned for more direct contact. He had such potential, and Phyr had yet to tap into it. He had his reasons, of course, the boy had little to no martial skill; so Phyr needed to ensure he could handle a battle of the body as much as the mind. However, after the scene with Councilor Zaar and the training instructor, Phyr decidedhe needed to pay more attention to the boy.



Sortis would eventually seek other Masters if Phyr wasn't vigilant, and while he could monitor what HE taught the boy, he couldn't do so with the others. There were limits even to his power. So, with Braxus away on a task, Phyr decided today he would train his apprentice. Alone.



Casting his mind out, he located the aura of Keitus. The boy's power and emotions were easy to pick out. Phyr could distinguish most Sith from the others, their strengths, their thoughts, were as different as fingerprints to him now. Latching onto his apprentice's presence, the Dark Lord made no attempt to hide his own as he made his way through the camp. Provoking bows, words of greeting and awe, and the usually ripple of respect, fear, and desire as he made his way through the camp site. </div>




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Post#2 » Thu Sep 19, 2013 1:26 pm

Keitus had taken to a new type of meditation as of late. He had set up a pull-up bar next to his tent. The three pieces of hardened steel had been found in a pile of wreckage nearby the encampment. He'd welded them together with his lightsaber and found himself satisfied with his exercise implement. He had slung his legs over the bar, binding them on the other side with a simple cloth sash, and had removed his shirt. He was bare chested as he proceeded do crunches. The pain of the experience fueling him. He'd learned, through the process, that even the smallest amounts of pain, even the pain of exertion, could be harnessed and converted into power.



"Six hundred forty four..." He hissed, rising again into a vertical position. The pain was palpable in his core, but it nourished him, even healed him at times. He couldn't explain how it happened, only that it did. He closed his eyelids and even shut off his force sight, focusing only on the force as he lowered himself back down. Sweat dribbled down from his upper lip, tracing its way down his nose and to his forehead. He concentrated, dismissing the sensation. He could hear it now and then, a whisper, something that he'd never heard before. Yet here, in his darkness, when he shut out even the light of his endless gaze, he could hear it, quiet, cold.



He rose again, pulling himself up and allowing his eyes to open. His instincts warned him against remaining in the darkness for too long. The fear was not an irrational one though, something felt... wrong... about that darkness, something didn't bode well, something he didn't like. He gazed forward for a moment as his core muscles tightened and relaxed, the pain seething through him. "Six hundred forty five..." He murmured, what was it? What was it about the darkness that pushed him so hurriedly away. He reflected on what he had learned at the feet of Zaar, harness all of it, pain, anger, fury, lust, terror, everything, even the emotions of your enemies can be used as fuel.



Zaar, Zaar taught him what he had to learn, Zaar had imparted on him knowledge that Phyr had denied him for so long. He looked up to Phyr as much as he despised him, yet Phyr had not the slightest desire to teach Keitus the Dark Arts. Keitus had renamed himself at the feet of Phyr, he'd thrown away everything, given everything to break the chains of his past and walk the path of a Sith. This was his destiny. Every night as he dreamed of his mother, the white skinned Jedi who had come to take him away on Bastion so many years ago, it simply drove him to improve himself more.



He let himself fall back, closing his eyes, shutting out the light and reaching out into the darkness. This time, there was another presence there. It had been there before, but this time it was far clearer, and closer. He reached out to it, and it reached back, searching for him, a presence he hadn't felt since.... Phyr. Phyr was swimming through this dark Miasma as well. He too sought something in the darkness, this rejuvenating veil of madness that Keitus had discovered on his own only recently. Yet, just as he felt Phyr, Phyr vanished, pulling out of the Darkness. Keitus did the same, pulling himself up on the bar again. "Six hundred forty six..." he muttered, he was starting to sweat harder now, despite how fresh his body felt.



Just as he reached the top he felt his master's presence, Phyr was searching for him, reaching out to him. He intended to meet. Keitus lowered himself again, leaving his eyes open this time as he viewed the encampment. He saw him in the distance, striding through the camp, he looked more like a Messiah than a Dark Lord. Yet that was what Keitus admired about him, many of the sith revered Phyr more than craved his power. Keitus didn't know if that was good or bad for the sith, the lust for self improvement should be all encompassing, should it not? He felt his master draw close as he moved to pull himself back up. "Six hundred forty seven..." he hissed as the Dark Lord drew within earshot.



Keitus glanced at the binds on his ankle, he tugged at them with the force, a single tug that felled the knot. He leaped backwards, landing on his feet, turning and dropping to a knee. His white hair falling down over his face. Despite the sweat and wear he had endured exercising, he felt like he had been sleeping. It was exhilarating to feel this way. The Dark Side offered so many gifts. "You honor me with your presence, My Dark Lord." Keitus said quietly, his eyes rising to meet Phyr's. </div>




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Post#3 » Thu Sep 19, 2013 2:00 pm

As he neared his apprentice, the emotions felt by Sortis were easily read. The boy was dejected. He'd thrown his life away to join the Sith, and yet Phyr had barely looked at him. He could see another's face in the boys heart... Zaar, the masked visage of his councilor. He smiled, so Zaar had taken an interest in the boy as well. Interesting. Zaar was known for his impassiveness, among other things. For him to want to train this one as well, Phyr would have to watch that closely.



More than dejected, though, he was also driven. Despite being denied what he so desperately sought, he had dedicated himself to this new training regime. He could feel the influence of Zaar's training, the boy was more in control of his emotions. Wielding them rather than succumbing to them. Sortis had felt the Darkside, yet, not all of it. He ran from the Darkness, rather than letting it fill his being. Phyr had felt it briefly, during his mediation. He felt the barest wisp of Keitus's mind, only for it to retreat into safety. This fear... It was natural, but it was a barrier he had to overcome. Like Phyr, Keitus would have to learn not to become consumed, but he had to be willing to embrace.



Phyr knew what todays lesson would be.



As he neared the boy, enough to hear his words, he was impressed. His physical prowess had grown considerably, and he was now on par, if not above, many of the others he trained with. The next phase will begin. It was time to whet the boy's appetite. A taste of what he would one day know.



The Dark Lord stood motionless, unreadable to those around him. Keitus bowed, exhilarated despite his workout. Phyr nodded, despite his fear of the Darkside, he was learning how to feed off it. He would test that to the limits. "Rise my apprentice. Today, you train with me." He allowed the boy time to redress if he so chose, then began walking away from the camp. The curiosity, the envy, of the other trainees was amusing.



"Your training progresses well, Keitus." He avoided using the boys Sith name intentionally, curious how he'd react. He already knew that Keitus both admired, and loathed him. This was good. He needed to feed both sides of that. Let the boy admire him enough to follow his lead, and hate him enough to one day usurp him. If he was ever worthy. His mind drifted to Cain, how the ancient Steward cheated death. A goal Phyr still held in his heart.



"But despite your progress, you're not content. You seek other training. Other teachers. Do you feel neglected? Spurned? Perhaps you wish that I wasn't your Master, that some other would guide you down the path." His words held a slight mocking edge. He was probing the boy, testing how he responded to the accusations. Phyr doubted Keitus would ever renounce his apprenticeship to Phyr, out admiration and fear, but that wasn't what he wanted to know. Phyr was taunting him, much as he taunted his opponents. Would Keitus see this? Would he notice the practice of Dun Moch? More importantly, would he try to turn it onto Phyr? To probe the Dark Lord as he did him. </div>




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Through victory, my chains are broken.
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Post#4 » Thu Sep 19, 2013 2:40 pm

Keitus' heart skipped a beat, he could hardly believe what he was hearing. A rush of excitement, irritation, jubilation, fury all meshed themselves within his chest. Instead of yielding to them like he had in the past, he grasped at them, reigned them in and brought them to the anvil in his gut. Here he was master, here, inside of his very being, he was the shaper of reality. He met his master's gaze and rose without hesitation. This is what he had been waiting for, this is what he had been enduring the company of his fellow acolytes for. All of it was just to draw his Master's gaze.



He turned on his heel with a flourish, striding toward his tent and donning his robes and cloak. He drew out both of his sabers, the long-handled blade that he had claimed from the body of the young Dathomiri so long ago. The other, a standard handle, blue in color, had belonged to one of his instructors before Darth Zaar had mercilessly slaughtered him and had placed the saber in his care. Now he latched both to his belt, unsure what he would do with both blades, but decided, just this time, not to question the direction the force pushed him.



He closed his eyes and blocked out the light, reaching out into the dark abyss. Just for a moment he felt its chilling embrace. He teased at it for an instant before drawing away again. His instincts still refused to allow him to grasp at it, whatever it was. The darkness was more palpable than the Dark Force energies that he had worked with in the past. This realm that he saw when he closed his eyes, it drew him in like nothing else. He opened his eyes, feeling refreshed and his body cooled and turned to face his master, following him closely.



Keitus strode with his master, his ear perked to pick up every word. Keitus, he had called him that on purpose. Keitus new better than to rise for the bait. As a matter of fact, only Phyr knew his new name, for Phyr to refer to him as such in the company of others suited him just fine. However, he would play Phyr's game, the deadly game of Dun Moch between two wielders of the craft. Keitus spoke in low tones so only his master would hear. "My lust for self improvement is all encompassing, my master, you fostered this in me." Keitus retorted, his gaze flicking to the left, catching a faint glimpse of his master's violet hued skin.



Phyr continued his taunt. Yes, this was Dun Moch. Phyr was aware of Keitus' study under other Sith. Yet Keitus didn't see it that way, he saw his education through Zaar and Tremere to be supplemental if anything. The sharing of knowledge between peers. "I do what I must, my Master..." Keitus began, not denying the external education he recieved. "Do you expect me to believe that you will teach me everything you know?" Keitus charged, an eyebrow raised, his first blow. "Do you fear that Zaar has more to teach me?" His second blow, carefully targeted. He had no interest in renouncing his loyalty to his Master. Phyr was the only Sith who Keitus would refer to as Master.



Keitus awaited his Master's reaction. A small part of him worried he had gone too far. He was not a master of Dun Moch, but understood that exceeding ones bounds could end in the technique backfiring.



As a brief silence fell after his words, the wind picked up, sounding like whispers and angry laughs through the trees. A voice echoed out through Phyr's mind. An excellent student... You must be proud. The Steward of the Dark Side's metallic voice rasped.



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Post#5 » Sat Sep 21, 2013 11:07 am

Keitus never ceased to amuse and intrigue the Dark Lord. With one sentence, Phyr had elicited a flurry of emotions, from joy, to fury. The boy immediately hammered them down, as though it was becoming an instinct. He remembered Keitus doing something similar on their first encounter. Curious, he followed the emotions. Travelling with them as they circulated through the boy's being. Keitus was trying to master his emotions, but rather than draw on them, he was... Yes... There it was. The Core of Keitus's being. He didn't draw on his emotions. He stored them.



Phyr wondered if Keitus was even aware that he had just found the boy's anchor to reality. Here, the apprentice had focused, and hammered, every joy, every passion, every rage into a ball of pure emotion. His own personal nexus for the Darkside, and himself, to feed on. It was fascinating, but flawed. Phyr could feel Keitus's reliance on this hardened core, his need to remain its sole master. But the Lord of Lies was the real shaper of reality. Truth was what the Dark Lord decided it would be. The core of Keitus's being, the jumbled mess of emotions, would find itsself being pricked and prodded.



Beneath the swirling mass of rage, passion, lust and all other emotions lay Phyr's target. That primal fear, the base emotion that was so crucial for survival. Keitus didn't master his emotions, he buried them. That was not their way. As the boy changed, and gathered his belongings, Phyr continued his subtle exploration of the emotional core. In order to master emotions, you had to experience them, even fear. Especially fear. The Dark Lord thought. This is how he would force the boy to embrace the Darkside. By unraveling his truth, erasing layer upon layer, until there was only that fear. He would force Keitus to face his terror. Not run from it, not hammer down, but to embrace it. One didn't conquer a foe by caging it.



There! again Keitus touched the Darkside, letting it fill and invigorate him, but again he fled from it. Phyr was disappointed, but by the end of the day, Keitus would give himself to the Darkside, walk with it as a True Sith. Or he would be broken. A scarred husk of what he once was. Phyr would force the door open, it was Keitus who would decide its outcome.



As they walked, Phyr was pleased. Keitus, so far, had not risen to take the Dark lord's bait. The boy caught on quickly. The recognition of Dun Moch, and the counter of his remarks showed the brilliant mind the boy had. A truly worthy apprentice. If only he would embrace the power they wield. Phyr nodded to the boy's response. "As it should be. Well answered, Keitus."



His next response almost surprised the Dark Lord. Bold... Very bold. he thought. Had he responded so in public, Phyr would've punished him severely for such a statement. Sortis certainly feared such a response, he could feel it. However, this was their game, and Phyr's test. He would allow such audacious remarks for now. So long as they didn't stray too far.



He wondered for a moment, how to respond. He could end the game now. Keitus had shown improvement, in skill and confidence, but he quickly discarded the notion. No, Dun Moch was crucial in Phyr's goal. To break down the boy's barrier, to make him embrace his fear, and through it, the Darkside. The urge to continue was only spurred by the mechanical laughter that filled the air. A voice Phyr hadn't heard in awhile, but knew was always present when he desired it. The Lord of the Mind; Cain. Most would find the entrance eerie, Phyr was merely amused at the showmanship. Welcome, Cain. he greeted the apparition. I am impressed, not proud. He has one final step to take before he has my full approval.



The Dark lord spoke to the Steward, never hinting at the conversation to his apprentice. His eyes stayed forward, occasionally glancing at him as he spoke. "You do what you must..." he began, throwing the boys own words back at him. All the while he continued to probe the emotional core of Keitus, seeking to unravel it. Searching for an opening, a chink in the armor. He could penetrate it now, of course, but then Keitus would know what was happening. No, this had to be subtle. Keitus had to believe it was he himself who was failing, not that his Master was forcing it upon him. So he would be careful, patient, planning his words and actions carefully.



"Yet, you surely must know that others feel the same. Even those that teach you. They have their reasons, their motives. You are my Apprentice, heir to all that I create, should you prove yourself worthy. Do you think that is lost on others? That challenge to them and their power is infuriating, especially to my Council, especially to Zaar." Phyr knew well that Zaar, for the moment, had no desire to rule, but the same couldn't be said of others. "If you bend your knee to them, accept their training, you risk becoming their puppet. They will bend you to their desires, make you believe you're in control only to show that it is they who own you, they who pull your strings. Are you one to be led blindly? Will you follow the words of Zaar so faithfully, all for your quest to power?" he probed.



Like himself, Keitus had the desire for knowledge, but he didn't have the experience to know that all knowledge had its price. This was as much a test of the boy, as it was a warning. Always be aware that nothing is freely given. Their is always an ulterior motive.



"Fear Zaar? Only that he might break my Apprentice before his prime. He is not known for his patience, a lesson I know you've already learned." he didn't need insight into the boy's mind to know that. Zaar's reputation amongst those he teaches was well known to him. "Since you're so keen on learning all you can, tell me the fruits of your studies. What have you learned since your time with the Sith?" The game was far from over, but not every word needed to be an attack. He awaited his apprentice's response. </div>




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Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
The Force shall free me.
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Post#6 » Sat Sep 21, 2013 2:03 pm

The sinister apparition of Darth Cain, Steward of the Sith, and most Ancient Dark Force Presence in the known galaxy strode into being to Phyr's left. Tall, thin, with black hair and a youthful face. The young Corellian bore some of the facial features of the Solo line, especially that lopsided grin. Cain was invisible to all but the Dark Lord himself, he had yet to reveal himself to anyone within the New Sith Order, though that would soon change. For now, he observed young Keitus, the way he stored the dark side within himself, it was unlike anything he had seen. Phyr had not a clue what he was toying with. The boy was a time bomb, a crucible of Dark Force energy.



"The boy carries his darkness within him like a battery..." Cain observed, his body crashing into a nearby tree, turning into mist and reforming as the path cleared. "...wait... what is this? A fracture in his armor..." Cain mused.



Keitus, on the other hand, was oblivious to the dark presence that had just appeared with them. He could not begin to feel the subtle touch of his Master's presence within his core. Only that he felt more on edge than usual. He tried to draw on the fear, just as Zaar had taught him. During their training he had touched the Icy abyss for the first time. Yet now, he was finding it more and more difficult, despite how nervous he felt. Inside of him, in the deepest parts of his being, in his core, a roiling maelstrom of darkness had taken root. Every emotion, every feeling, everything had been hammered upon as if a master blacksmith had taken to it. Yet, a tiny fracture had formed in the armor had formed during his training with Zaar. What Keitus didn't know was that it was the entrance into the Dark Abyss.



Phyr's praise was well received, yet he did not let it go to his head. He instead readied himself for the backlash. He could feel his master's retort coming even before it came. Something that surprised him. He wondered if it was his training in Dun Moch that allowed him to predict that the Dark Lord would retort with such Scathing words. That didn't take the sting out of them.



Of course they had motives of their own for teaching him. Tremere had personal entertainment for his reason. Zaar's was far more deep, Keitus was aware that he intended to dishevel him here and there. The training was not without its value though. Keitus knew the risk. Yet what more could he do with an absentee teacher? Perhaps this was the beginning of a proper master-student dynamic with Phyr, in which case much of the 'side lessons' would come to an end for obvious reasons. It still burned him though, to think that Phyr thought so little of him.



"Master, there is always a price. I'm no fool. Zaar has his reasons for what he taught me."



Despite how scathing his Master's words were, Keitus couldn't help but detect some of his Master's emotions. Usually Phyr was so guarded... something had distracted him from closing up to Keitus. He felt... impressed. A twinge of relief and self-confidence flooded through Keitus, he immediately converted it into motivation. He wouldn't fail in this. One day he would take the mantle of Dark Lord from this man. He knew it.



"All reputations begin with some sort of fact." Keitus mused, rubbing his shoulder, the injury was gone from being flung against the walls by Zaar, but the memory remained. Phyr seemed to allow the game of Dun Moch to wane. That gave Keitus time to prepare for the next round.



"I have acquired an understanding of Shii-cho as well as a deeper understanding of the Dark Side. My master. For the longest time I could not differentiate Fear and Emotion. Now I understand that fear is not just a tool, but a weapon and a catalyst. Fear causes us to adapt, it empowers us to make the changes necessary to survive. I am a Sith, I survive." He said flatly, no cocky pride in his voice, it was a statement of fact to him. </div>




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Post#7 » Sat Oct 12, 2013 9:16 am

As Phyr walked with Cain and Sortis, he continued probing the boy's emotions. His method of coping with what he felt, and through it the Darkside, was most rare. It was also preventing him from fully experiencing true power, the unobstructed glory of the Darkside. Hammering, and ignoring, emotions like that would lead to his mind fracturing eventually. It was simply how emotions worked. He was building himself into a timebomb of stress and rage; and with the Darkside fueling that break, he would be a real monster. Phyr was helping him in more ways than one.



Aye, but when he puts more power than the battery can hold... He trailed off, Cain would know the result just as well as he. Keitus had taken great care in forming his Reality. A real masterwork, unbreakable to most influences. Yet just as Cain announced it, Phyr too felt the crack. His subtle probed traced the fracture, and he wondered for a moment what caused such a blow to the boy's emotional core. Then he almost smirked. Of course... Few could train with Zaar and not have a scar or two... Keitus's weren't physical, but mental. It seems the self-serving councilor was useful after all.



Now that Phyr had found the fracture in the Keitus's armor, he pushed on it slightly. He wasn't ready to break the boy yet, but he wondered how Keitus would react to the flare of emotions it was likely to elicit. In response to his words, Keitus felt both pride and scorn, joy of praise well received, and anger that his Master would belittle him so. "So long as you're aware. Never be a pawn Keitus. Every word, every action, must serve a purpose: Your purpose. Even against the likes of Zaar, who could overwhelm you with a thought, always seek to turn it to your benefit. If you can't achieve Dun Moch now, set the stage for your inevitable victory."



Phyr realized that, as Keitus's pride swelled as he talked to the Spirit, perhaps his conversation with Cain was leaving him unguarded. He would have to be careful. If speaking with Cain allowed others into his mind, then his conversations with the apparition would have to take place in solitude.



He listened to all that Keitus had learned with the Sith. Not quite as much as he had hoped, but important lessons and foundations none the less. He nooded, satisfied that the boy was putting his time to good use. He also noted the boy's monotone statement. Zaar seemed to, atleast partly, beat the pride out of him. Humility was good, but he hoped Keitus could still feel pride. If one didn't believe they were the best, or could be, then they never would be. "Fear is the most ancient and primal of emotions. In the hands of a master, it is the perfect weapon. Master fear, and you master yourself." He responds.

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Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
The Force shall free me.
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Post#8 » Sun Oct 13, 2013 1:12 pm


As Keitus meditated on his master's words they walked. Their path took them through several low gulleys in the Dathomiran plain. The young half-miralukan had kept the entirety of his focus on his thoughts, keeping step with his master. There was much to digest, a true master of oneself was master of his fear, as fear is the most primal emotion. He looked to his master, Fear was such a powerful weapon. Not only did it break things, but it also built them up. His own fear of his master inspired much of his own determination. His determination to overcome a fear. His control over his fear brought him no small sense of pride.

Yet, as his master spoke, he felt something inside of him splintering. His pride faltered for a moment and he stumbled. His emotions sprayed out to the surface like a broken water-main. He gritted his teeth, it felt as if all those emotions he had bottled up, storing carefully over the years, had finally decided to break loose. A black vice clamped on his lungs as he dropped to his knees, gasping for breath. He dug his fingers into the dirt, ripping away grass and leaving behind blackened, rotten vegetation. He threw the dirt away and it burst as it struck trees and stones.

His maser continued to speak, like nothing was happening! Sortis forced hismelf to respond. "I am no ones pawn..." He seethed, gasping and pressing his head against the ground. It hurt so much, every muscle in his body screamed. "What did you do?!" He demanded, finally rounding on Phyr. His eyes yellow with hatred. "What are you doing?!" He bellowed, trying to pull himself to his feet. Another voice, a dark, sinister voice, laughed at him. He could see it, on the edge of sight, a man was standing behind Phyr, smiling.

He could not have noticed, but his body, twisting and churning in agony, had let black-and-violet streaks of lightning loose on the area round him. His skin corrupted the ground, stones shifted and rose up, shaking and flinging themselves this way and that. He desperately clinged to conciousness. "This isnt... over..." He swooned, and collapsed.

"Incredible... and he will continue to grow more powerful, Lord Phyr, I have seen it. He will be your finest diciple." He mused, taking the form of the corellian male again.

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[ARC-S]The Ashes of the Past

Post#9 » Wed Oct 23, 2013 1:02 am

The boys confusion, rage, and terror as years worth of emotions broke free and raged through his body was delicious. Where he any other, Phyr would take great joy in feeding off of him. However, in Keitus he was almost... disappointed. He wasn't mastering his emotions, he was falling prey to them. have I taught you nothing... he thought. As Keitus rounded on him, radiating hate and venom, his own spiteful glare bore into the boy. "I'm showing you the way." he answered. His voice hard and unfeeling. If the boy was unwilling to embrace the Darkside, to rule his emotions, rather than store them and leave them unchecked, then he was just another peon. Expendable and worthless.



When Cain laughed, he saw, for a moment, a look of recognition in Keitus's eyes. SO the Steward reveals himself... the Dark Lord thought. Cain seemed particularly interested in the young boy. Even Phyr was impressed as the Darkside coursed through him. Lightning scorched the land, debris was flung in all directions, though never at Phyr himself. Keitus swooned, and he could feel the boys consciousness ebbing away. Phyr wouldn't hold his hand, but neither was he ready to abandon the boy. He was useless to him broken. Touching his mind, the Dark Lord didn't touch the emotional storm, but instead spoke to the boy. "You stand on a precipice, will you fail or weather the storm? I have shown you the door, you must walk through it." The boy continued to fade. Was it possible that he was about to lose an apprentice?



He kneeled beside the boy, and whispered into his ear. "Nimmarra Skai yet lives." His mother, the object of all his hate, all his insecurity. The legacy he was trying to overcome. If knowing such an obstacle still drew breath, that he had failed, didn't rekindle his fire, then Keitus was truly lost to him. </div>




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[ARC-S]The Ashes of the Past

Post#10 » Wed Oct 23, 2013 6:57 am


Everything young Keitus, young Sortis had experienced up to this moment had been a lie. His self image, a lie. His past, a lie. His successes, all lies. Everything he represented or believed he represented was nothing but figments and fallacies. His body ached and his muscled screamed in protest. Those words burning into his mind. His mother yet lived, the object of every ounce of his hatred still walked the galaxy, still spoke, still breathed. In his minds eye he saw himself slipping, falling, failing again and again. Everything had been a failure, pointless and irrelevant. Nothing mattered anymore, nothing, he had nothing left, no victories to speak of. His posessions were pointless, all he had...

Was power.

Power was all that mattered, knowledge begat power, and his rage fueled it. Wisdom, Knowledge, Power, Hate, Rage, Lust, Fear... The thought of becoming irrelevant terrified him. It filled him with so much dread he could hardly take it. He tried to hammer down on the emotions, but they just burst back out in another massive siezure. There was no containing them anymore, nothing to hold them back. Yet, as long as he had power he could control them, couldn't he? He bit back the agony and dug deep, clinging for anything that would make sense of this madness.

Darkness encroached on his being, not the darkness of unconciousness or death, but a cold, enveloping fabric of darkness. A darkness unparalelled in its intensity and depth. The lightning erupting from his body began to abate, only sparks of black-purple energy danced on his skin. His mother was alive. The words struck him again, shaking him, he felt his life force draining from his body as the Dark side sought to end him. He saw something in the darkness, his own life being taken away. A silent cry spread across his face as he opened his mouth to scream.

He was so afraid, nothing made sense, nothing was real. Yet... a small part of him remembered, that fear was his greatest asset. Fear drove the Sith to adapt, not to fail. Fear of failure fed the Lust for Self Improvement. He had to improve to survive, and there was only one way he could go now. Only one way he could step. As the darkness encroached around him, seeking to drain every last drop of life from him, his voice finally broke free.

"NO!" his voice shook the ground, lightning arced from his fingertips as he punched the ground. The darkness hesitated in its advance. He grasped at it in his minds eye. Wrapping it around himself. You are MINE... not the other way around!

He had stepped over the edge... and he told himself that instant, he would never, ever look back.

The Dark Side suffused his person, imbuing him and venerating him as a being of darkness. His hate and rage expunged the agony from is body, his limbs felt fresher than he ever had before. His chest felt strong, his mind was clear. He rose to his feet, the chaos around him lost to his perception for now. The stones clattered to the ground.

He stared Phyr in the eyes, with, at long last, deep yellow eyes of his own.

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