Descent of shadows

[Darth Isolda]

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Once they heeded Darth’s voice, they would soon bare entrance into the great stone keep. A thick gust of wind would surge through the vast inner atrium, giving off an almost keening wail ethereal sound. One would consider this an abandoned keep; but there within the shadows stood One Sith Acolytes and Darth’s.

A few would come to stand under the thin shafts of lights overhead, their glowing orange and red eyes appraising the two. None would approach them however, they would heed the Eye’s command.

Soon, a path would bring them towards the far end of the atrium, where a spiraling stone staircase would lead them to the upper chambers. There, just beyond, would stand the Eye of the Dark Lord, beside her scrying vessel.

There she waited.

 

[Darth Naomi]

Tiiona was making her way through the darkness of the keep. There were many other acolytes in the shadows where normal eyes would not see and some in the faint light. She couldn't help but feel rather threatened by this, as if all of them were as formidable as the two they just faced at the gates and if some of them decided for a little retribution then there would be no getting out of this.
But, the one commanding them, the one who invited them in, knew of their purpose of arriving here and logic suggested the issue at the gates was a test. Such and similar thoughts swirled in the Miraluka's head as she, probably accompanied by the Zabrak, made her way to and up the stairs where she would spot the one calling them. Her eyes were good for this kind of thing and she quickly realized this being her, from the force surrounding the Darth alone. Not finding a better course of action Tiiona would kneel with one knee and bow her head in wait for the Eye's words.

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