Private Celebrating a Prosperous New Year

[Darth Wallgof]

Location: Ymerodrol City, Zygerria
Outfit: Sith Armour
Equipment: Single Lightsaber
Tags: Darth Malum of House Marr

The Imperial City was bustling with activity, the citizens were organising to celebrate the Emperor's rule and his continued prosperity that he has brought to their world. The Inquisitors were out on patrol, several were roaming around the streets to ensure there were no assassins or Jedi attempting to attack the Emperor on this glorious day that was meant to be celebrating his achievements. Leading a patrol was Darth Wallgof, his smirk was hidden behind his mask, the Sith Lord was watching those preparing to celebrate his alter ego. It was amusing to watch and no one had cotton onto the fact that it was a Sith Lord building an Empire that was using Force Users.

Inhaling deeply, he was unsure of what he needed to be doing with the expansion of his small empire. It had always been his plan to rule over the Sith but since his discussions with Srina Talon , Wallgof had been thinking more about ensuring the Sith developed into a united people. Standing together to fight the Jedi as a fist, instead splayed out fingers. His control over Naga Sadow was also helped by the Sith Empress, she had silenced the ghost in his mind. This had been a massive adjustment for Wallgof since he had been so used to hearing the voices of Naga Sadow, influencing his decisions. To have that now gone, it freed his mind. Wallgof had been able to study, to read and to grow his powers even more. Learning the art of Sith Magic and strengthening his abilities to dominate and break the minds of those Jedi.

It also meant that he had to strengthen his own defences, while sanity brought mostly positives into his life, the insanity had provided a protection from the mental attacks of others. How could they trick him or manipulate him when he was not the only voice in his head. Now, Wallgof was ensuring his mental fortitude was stronger than ever, this also would make it harder for Naga to attempt to take over control. The more that Wallgof ensured he had the strongest foundations, the less he would have to rely on Naga to possess his body. It was steps towards being the powerful Sith Lord he had always dreamt of, sane, in control and just as deadly as he had been insane.

He would show all those who dare to stand against him how they will suffer.

His fist clenched as Wallgof thought about his revenge. His dreams of domination by the Sith. How he would approach this goal.

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[Darth Malum of House Marr]

To think he was to meet an Emperor that he did not fear. Oh, that was not to say that the man was not to be feared, only, simply that the man was not Kaine or Empyrean. He knew little of the man, the one they called Darth Wallgof , the parasite in his mind was no clear aid in that either, apparently having never met the man herself while she still lived. What he had heard though was enough to consider him formidable enough, a hulk in beskar armour, who ruled on Zygerria, home to the once grand Zygerrian Slave Empire. Near the Stygian Caldera, but as far as he could tell, free from Kainite influence. He employed Inquisitors but as far as he could tell, was safe from Tsis'Kaar influence. He even had some sort of relationship with the Empress, but as far as he could tell, was free from the Eternalists too.

Such a man, who called himself Emperor, who seemed independent of all factions but his own, yet had not been killed by any of them for such insolence.

Well, to put it frankly he was certainly a man to meet.

A man to ally if all things went well.

Thus far he had little luck in finding him though, Zygerria was a good bet as any, he had travelled to Ymedrol City, what some called Imperial City. He had ventured as far as the Imperial Palace before disengaging, something felt entirely wrong about the situation, as he walked through the streets, invisible to both eyes seen and unseen. The Zygerrians and Humans who dominated this world seemed to be in the midst of celebration and preparation for that celebration, from what chatter he had picked up it was some sort of festival, to honour the Emperor's rule.

An odd tradition and custom, but he was not one to judge how others ruled their worlds unless it was truly wasteful and rancorous.

Neither seemed to be the case here, and a little pride caused little harm for a ruler, and perhaps a ruler, a good one, needed it at times.

Still such helped him little, it was a layman's hope that he would reveal himself for the festival, but still, he had nothing else to do.

That was until he felt something change in the air.

A presence of darkness all too familiar between Sith Lords.

Red eyes gazed up and saw a figure with an inquisitor's helm in the distance.

It couldn't be, right?

Yet there was the signature as clear as ever.

Malum let both his force cloaks fall, as passed by the man, a whisper underneath his breath, "Darth Malum, of House Marr at your service, Darth Wallgof, perhaps we might find a place to speak?" And with that question, Malum bypassed the man entirely, moving off to some back alley, hoping that his query would follow.