Dartigan
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Deimos had heard the stories of the tombs in Korriban. The acolytes liked to whisper all about how Naga Sadow still roamed the halls of his massive, maze-like tomb and devoured the souls of all that came inside. This should have been enough to deter Deimos from venturing forth in the tomb of one of the oldest known Sith, but what actually lied inside? An ancient holocron? Tomes of ancient knowledge? The saber of the Sith himself? Deimos couldn't resist as he cleared rubble out of the way on his way down.
'Holocrons. Glowing containers of Sith knowledge. Have to look out for those in particular. Perhaps if I uncover something amazing I may even be rewarded by one of the Lords. I have no duties nor missions today so nothing could go wrong if I am careful.'
The young Sith ventured deeper into the tomb passing by the many carvings of Naga Sadow and his exploits. The carvings radiated with the Dark Side, but he couldn't be deterred to meditate on such things so he continued on deeper into the caverns. The Dark Side was strong here and he knew it. As if the cavern itself was a well for the Force to bubble up from. Deimos could feel it on his skin, and on his mind, singing the dark whispers that promise power.
Deimos reached a Large door with what he assumed to be the door to his final resting place. Deimos could venture no further but he could meditate on The Dark Side right here, and attempt to learn more about the Force. At least before a Master has picked him as an apprentice.
Deimos gets onto his knees and synchronizes with the energies around him, allowing it to flow through him.
'Holocrons. Glowing containers of Sith knowledge. Have to look out for those in particular. Perhaps if I uncover something amazing I may even be rewarded by one of the Lords. I have no duties nor missions today so nothing could go wrong if I am careful.'
The young Sith ventured deeper into the tomb passing by the many carvings of Naga Sadow and his exploits. The carvings radiated with the Dark Side, but he couldn't be deterred to meditate on such things so he continued on deeper into the caverns. The Dark Side was strong here and he knew it. As if the cavern itself was a well for the Force to bubble up from. Deimos could feel it on his skin, and on his mind, singing the dark whispers that promise power.
Deimos reached a Large door with what he assumed to be the door to his final resting place. Deimos could venture no further but he could meditate on The Dark Side right here, and attempt to learn more about the Force. At least before a Master has picked him as an apprentice.
Deimos gets onto his knees and synchronizes with the energies around him, allowing it to flow through him.