Darth Voracitos
Chaos-God of Gluttony
Within his own palace. Finally, the Dark Lord rested within the apex chambers of his gargantuan palace, marred by time and gently scorched by the Imperial Uprising, which usurped the ridiculous society of former slaves living harmoniously in the name of democracy... while putting down the opinions of those who disagreed and who did not support them.
It was thanks in larger part to his own apprentice that any of this was possible. Without the existence of [member="Karn Zhakul"], Voracitos would have remained trapped within his Asylum of Gluttony, endlessly transmitting his thoughts into a siren's trap, maddening the weak while sustaining their warden and prison mate. And further, without his resources, Voracitos would not have been able to find his place on Lorrd, nor reform his former connections under a veil of fear and secrecy. It was also from his dedicated, unyielding, and loyal servitude that Voracitos was able to gather defectors and shock troops to storm his old realm of power, and reclaim complete sovereignty. Suffice to say, his apprentice had done well without the support of his own master, who provided only superficial guidance as he took his commands graciously, and his threats with wise silence and contemplation.
All these things Voracitos marked in a good slave... but Voracitos, as much as he despised the very thought, knew the Graug could not be his slave. A bond was shared between them, one of his own subconscious making, and solidified in his freedom, indebted to the aliens life. It could not be severed even by himself... and it made the warrior a liability, even for all his militant prowess. There were techniques in the force, that rendered even the strongest most resilient armor into nothing more than an obstacle, and the most masterful of bladework nothing more than a distraction. Against droids and worthless peasants, Karn was like a god... but anyone with an modicum of amateurish skill could surpass those. Against a Jedi, or more dangerously, a Sith rival? Karn was nothing, and a direct liability to Voracitos.
He could forgo the training no longer, now that his estate had been resolved.
When Karn arrived, the passageway open to him from a line of fresh slaves ready to input the correct codes to the old doors at the Graugs approach, Voracitos would eventually speak with his back turned to his apprentice sitting upon a throne facing Lorrd city. Voracitos did not entrust his apprentice with his own transmitter yet, not for fear of him maliciously searching for something he should not, but for fear he should open something that spelled out his certain doom. The Vaults was a dangerous place, containing every prototype of every mad thing which had leaked out of the Dark Lord's mind, and improbably deadly technological horrors. Keeping one's reserve fortune along with one's mad house often had the advantage that those breaking in were liable to meet at least one horrific experiment that would serve to protect his wealth from thieves, if they had been so crafty as to circumvent his palace's many defenses.
"Welcome to the apex of my former wealth, and the solitude of my authority. I must say apprentice, with our success here on Lorrd, your service to me has become clearly admirable. I have never had a servant as loyal or as productive as you," Voracitos let out a heavy sigh, "Which is why it pains me to say, the time has come to put you on the path of rebellion." The baritone voice went deeper with a drawling malice.
"Come," He spoke curtly, "Stand before me. Your lessons begin, now."
It was thanks in larger part to his own apprentice that any of this was possible. Without the existence of [member="Karn Zhakul"], Voracitos would have remained trapped within his Asylum of Gluttony, endlessly transmitting his thoughts into a siren's trap, maddening the weak while sustaining their warden and prison mate. And further, without his resources, Voracitos would not have been able to find his place on Lorrd, nor reform his former connections under a veil of fear and secrecy. It was also from his dedicated, unyielding, and loyal servitude that Voracitos was able to gather defectors and shock troops to storm his old realm of power, and reclaim complete sovereignty. Suffice to say, his apprentice had done well without the support of his own master, who provided only superficial guidance as he took his commands graciously, and his threats with wise silence and contemplation.
All these things Voracitos marked in a good slave... but Voracitos, as much as he despised the very thought, knew the Graug could not be his slave. A bond was shared between them, one of his own subconscious making, and solidified in his freedom, indebted to the aliens life. It could not be severed even by himself... and it made the warrior a liability, even for all his militant prowess. There were techniques in the force, that rendered even the strongest most resilient armor into nothing more than an obstacle, and the most masterful of bladework nothing more than a distraction. Against droids and worthless peasants, Karn was like a god... but anyone with an modicum of amateurish skill could surpass those. Against a Jedi, or more dangerously, a Sith rival? Karn was nothing, and a direct liability to Voracitos.
He could forgo the training no longer, now that his estate had been resolved.
When Karn arrived, the passageway open to him from a line of fresh slaves ready to input the correct codes to the old doors at the Graugs approach, Voracitos would eventually speak with his back turned to his apprentice sitting upon a throne facing Lorrd city. Voracitos did not entrust his apprentice with his own transmitter yet, not for fear of him maliciously searching for something he should not, but for fear he should open something that spelled out his certain doom. The Vaults was a dangerous place, containing every prototype of every mad thing which had leaked out of the Dark Lord's mind, and improbably deadly technological horrors. Keeping one's reserve fortune along with one's mad house often had the advantage that those breaking in were liable to meet at least one horrific experiment that would serve to protect his wealth from thieves, if they had been so crafty as to circumvent his palace's many defenses.
"Welcome to the apex of my former wealth, and the solitude of my authority. I must say apprentice, with our success here on Lorrd, your service to me has become clearly admirable. I have never had a servant as loyal or as productive as you," Voracitos let out a heavy sigh, "Which is why it pains me to say, the time has come to put you on the path of rebellion." The baritone voice went deeper with a drawling malice.
"Come," He spoke curtly, "Stand before me. Your lessons begin, now."