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[Varin Mortifer]

VARIN MORTIFER

Equipment: Durum Mantle | Black Blade of Chandrila | Eye of The Dragon | Heavy Sith Mace | Cross Guard Broadsaber​

The summons had come without warning, as many tend to happen. Varin had just finished some of his combative training, an excuse he used to let off the proverbial steam. To ease whatever tension had been brewing within him. A storm that had been building and darkening, mad clouds of black smoke and red lightning plaguing his dreams.

Ignati was wanting more blood. He was getting impatient, and he was growing hungry.

Humbarine wasn’t enough for him, Coruscant was not enough, even Tapani did not satiate. The curse of being bound to a being of war and conquest. That also built upon the very foundation that he stood upon, the foundation that was the centerpiece of his power.

Anger and fury.

Much had happened to Varin to have led him further down this path and many had been noticing. Students would avoid him when he came in for training, often times clearing out of the building so that it was just him and his shadow.

A nervous messenger waited for him just outside the doorway to tell him that Mercy had summoned him and his Master, Lady Revna. He would have to fetch her. A frustrated sigh left his chest as he gathered his things, leaving the building to locate his master.

All he had to do was feel her presence and follow.

As he wandered the streets more people tended to part away from him as he walked through them, giving him a wide berth and enough space to let him through. Eyes would usually avoid his gaze and eventually his trail led him to the Sith Temple. It seemed as though she had sensed him approaching the way she waited expectantly in front of the temple, her posture though disciplined was still relaxed.

He made his way up the steps toward her and gently dipped his head in respect.

“Empress Mercy has requested both of our presences within the Throne Room.”

His gaze flicked towards her as he waited for her response before he led her towards the Sky Hook, stepping in with her before it took them up to the massive structure above them. Deep down the embers of rage still burned within his very being, it was something his body had slowly grown accustomed to, it was what he used for fuel.

When the Sky Hook halted and the doors opened, Varin waited for but a split moment, staring out of the doors before he stepped forward, leading his Master towards the doors to the Throne Room.

He had no clue if Lady Revna had met The Empress in person, he also did not know what kind of mood she was in. The whole thing to him felt….off.

Finally, he opened the doors.

Revna Marr | Mercy​

 

[Revna Marr]

Tags: Mercy // Varin Mortifer ​

After meeting and discussing some matters with her Apprentice, Revna had been invited to stay on Coruscant for a little while - an invitation she didn’t refuse. She elected to remain within the Temple, content to meditate and spend her time soaking in the dark energies that saturated the place. And to peruse its items, feed her bottomless hunger for more and more knowledge. She also spent time people watching - observing, listening, gathering whatever information she could about the Sith Covenant from those that lived and worked under its banner.

It was during one of these moments of sitting and watching and listening, that she felt the unmistakable approach of Varin to the Temple. He was not hard to miss in the Force: his very presence roiled like a storm ready to unleash its fury. Quietly and calmly, Revna rose from her place and made her way through the Temple and towards its massive entrance, and waited at the steps for Varin to make his appearance. He was not hard to miss - standing head and shoulders over almost everyone else around him - as he made his way towards her through the crowds.

Crowds that parted or averted their gazes away from him, when he passed by.

That brought a small half smile to her lips; he had developed enough of a reputation and presence here that others around him reacted to that. The weak minded and willed submitted to his presence, and those that felt they were strong enough to face him no doubt rose to the challenge.

But something else was burning underneath his skin - Revna could sense it, though she made no comment about it or suggested she felt it, when he stepped up towards her and gave her his customary greeting: a small bow of his head. For a moment, the little Sith woman wondered for the reason behind his visit, then Varin passed the message along:

“Empress Mercy has requested both of our presences within the Throne Room.”

A knowing smirk flitted across her pale face, breaking through the usually calm and stoic mask she wore. Some sort of inner mirth and fire dance in her eyes.

“The Empress you say?” Took her long enough… Revna thought lightly to herself as she stepped down and alongside Varin, though she didn’t seem overly concerned with the news he had delivered. “Well then, let us not keep her waiting. Lead the way.”

She followed Varin’s lead as he guided her to the Sky Hook, stepping in with him and maintaining her calm demeanor as they rode the elevator towards what she assumed to be Mercy’s Throne Room. Being in such a confined space with her Apprentice allowed her to truly feel the dark rage that boiled just underneath the surface. It was far more pronounced than what she normally felt from him, and it captured her attention immediately.

Something was going on, to make him like this. She suspected it had something to do with Ignati, and it further solidified the decisions she had come to, in regards to her Apprentice and his future. The time was fast approaching for Varin to step up, and take control of that which currently controlled him.

Otherwise, he was going to destroy himself.

The Sky Hook eventually came to a stop and, after a brief moment of hesitation - Varin stepped out and Revna followed suit, both of them walking down a long, grand hallway and towards great doors that certainly seemed like they led somewhere important.

It was these doors that Varin opened, admitting them both into the Throne Room of the Empress of the Core, and Revna’s ember eyes sharpened as they drifted over the grand chamber, seeking out the giant woman who had left such a lasting impression upon Revna’s mind. ​

 

[Mercy]

MERCY

EMPRESS | WARLORD | STAR-ARM

Location: THRONEWORLD | Tags: Varin Mortifer | Revna Marr​

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Looking at Varin was like staring into a mirror image of herself at his age.

Furious at everything all the time. Exploding at the least provocation. Destroying anything around him he considered an obstacle to his immediate desires.

In the essence Mercy did not think this was an issue. A Sith had to be linked closely to their passions and desires. But it had to be their passions and desires. What the boy had told her, however, being infected by some ancient decrepit spirit that was infecting his wants? That was the exact opposite of what Mercy desired.

Destruction was good and well, as long it was your desire to do so.

But the boy wasn't her apprentice and Mercy actually liked his Master.

So when Mercy found out that both Revna and Varin were currently on Coruscant, it seemed like the perfect opportunity to have a chat. She would not be surprised if Revna already knew of Varin's affliction. From the handful of times they had... interacted, she did not seem to be the sort to leave her apprentice hanging by the wind.

Yet, Mercy wondered just how much Revna could know, when Varin was primarily active within the Covenant while his Master was busy building her power within the Order and the Holy Worlds.

They'd find the Empress at the Throne. The thing was massive, perfectly made to contain her and would make everyone else look like a child sitting in it. Forged from the spoils they had conquered from previous campaigns. Tapani gold, Coruscanti marble, but since the last time that Mercy had invited Varin here there was an addition to the Throne.

Humbarine obsidian-ore and Stormglass lined the Throne.

Mercy stood by it and turned to meet their approach.

"Darling Revna and mighty Varin," The Empress murmured with half a smile, inclining her head in greeting. "I hope the summons didn't catch you unhappy, but I thought it prudent to get us all in the room together when the opportunity arose. We so often find ourselves in different locales, fighting different battles, don't we?"

Her eyes slowly flicked over to Revna.

"How fares Korriban and your dear husband, Revna?"

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