Olom stood up slowly on top of the area, looking about. He smirked. He was looking for something important. He had heard rumors of it. Intense rumors. Still, there was a chance that the old rumors were true. He grinned. Yes, yes....he could feel it. A force Loci! Not a huge one, but definitely enough to matter...He grinned as he saw a few relics, standing at the location. He smiled wickedly, sitting before the shrine. He meditated, focusing his own thought on it. He couldn't corrupt the shrine of his own will--he lacked that much power in the force. Still, this shrine could be drifted slightly, with the right ritual. He calmly glare, tryign to find the force-energy that had been bound to this shrine. It was old, and weak. Not much more powerful than a lightsaber, or some other toy.
He focused calmly, chanting the Sith code, meditating.....
Through the Force My Chains are broken. How true, he thought callously. It has been too long since I have remember the chains. I have been viewed by my own brethren as a defect. I have been viewed by own species as a heretic. But soon, they will know my enlightenment. All of them! And when it has begun, my power...the true power of a Sith...shall be made manifest in its highest form.
He grinned. He cackled, embracing the energy of the dark side, his thirst for vengeance and brief passion mounting into a cackle echoing through the force, if briefly. Whatever ritual had altered the force so violently on this planet, it had twisted this shrine, and he had found the thing aura of darkness, greedily dancing with it, adding his own madness to it's taint. He grinned. What he had left on this planet would last a while, he hoped.