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Zarsidna iv Dzara, Sorcery Lab
---The Sorcery Lab of Zarsidna iv Dzara was dimly lit, as always - too much light, Imperia found, ruined the mood - only a minor issue in most situations, but to use Sorcery, one needed to be immersed in the Dark Side. Bright lights and cheerful decor were not likely to interfere, but it was better to be safe than sorry, especially when channeling such massive amounts of Power. And Power she'd need, for she couldn't afford for today's subject to die.
That subject was Mjolnir, formerly the Shockboxer known as Samantha Rodarch. Mjolnir had needed an...attitude adjustment, when first the two met, but after a few mental corrections and physical enhancements, the bloodthirsty brute had become Imperia's most reliable servant. Unshakably loyal, frighteningly vicious, brutally effective. Such things were to be expected, of course, from the Attack Dog of a Sith - but Mjolnir had exceeded Imperia's expectations in most every regard. For that, she deserved a reward.
And so Imperia awaited her faithful servant's arrival, surrounded by crates which reeked of gore, a variety of cruel, primitive steel tools, and a few dark metal thuribles. Heady incense spilled from those, filling the room with a smell much like wood smoke - save a bit sweeter. Tonight, Mjolnir would become a creature of flesh once more.
The fact that said flesh would be infused with Darkness was an added bonus.
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