Private Memoir of the Dead

[Tamsin Graves]

Theme: Lunatics and Slaves
Location: Korriban
Equipment: GL-13 blaster | Combat Knife | Multi-Tool | Inquisitorial Saber
Tags: Diarch Reign
Time Line: This takes Place after Feast of the Furious but Before Serpent of Echnos

This world of Korriban was ancient, a place where even the original sith a species buried their dead. A desert world filled with storms and unimaginable beasts that dwelled in the endless sea of rocks and dunes. To cross its terrain alone was a fool's errand, for even one who was a master in the force. Yet a diminutive figure set off alone into the wide-open sands of the world.

She had fled the confines of the feasting halls of where watchers of the grand races gorged themselves. The girl had been cursed to be besieged by a stranger from her past, a stranger she had seen on her liberation from slavery. A man she had seen murder and then raise the slayed from the dead as his soldiers. What cruel magicks the sith wielded as weapons to wipe their foes and innocent alike from these worlds.

She just fled, the fear and terror running deep into her bones. She did not know where she was going, just that she had to go. As the walk went on the girl soon gave way to the heavy feeling of tiredness. Before she knew it she faded to black into slumber but her body moved on. Her eyes shifted from their dark amber into a vibrant fiery orange as something inside her awakened.

The Demon took control as the girl inside slept unknowingly that she had opened the door that allowed it to take control. The Demon trapped in the girl's body pushed on through the desert its heading far past the Valley of the Dark Lords and even past the even older burial grounds of The Valley of Golg. It moved deeper into the desert.

The beast of the wilds seemed to keep their distance from whatever it was that now walked in the skin of Tamsin Graves. It was like they instinctively knew whatever it was, was dangerous beyond measure. Those beasts would be right the demon that dwelled with in Tamsin had brought Havoc and destruction the last time it stepped foot on Korriban. It had no regard or reverence for the lords that were buried here nor the lords that claimed power over this world this day and age.

It walked on not unaware it was being followed by Diarch Reign just uncaring to the curious ones presence. After a long walk it came before small almost unnoticeable outcropping that from a distance just looked like a rock hill. Yet as one drew closer it was a small, unmarked tomb. A tomb of a long dead forgotten sith lord, one whose name if spoken would bear the mark of exile and traitor. The demon in the small girl's body approached calmly but cautiously towards the tomb of no significance knowing it was being watched.

 

[Diarch Reign]

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Location: Korriban
Tags: Tamsin Graves

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As the feast had wound to an end, Reign had found his attention pulled away from the matters of state and to a young woman that had fled. He had seen her interaction with the Necromancer, indicating that they had met some time before. While Nexion found himself aligned with the Diarch at most times, he did not report his doings to Reign. Intrigued, he had excused himself to follow the woman, hoping to gain an audience.

As the young woman walked into the cold deserts of Korriban, the Diarch had followed. Keeping a far enough distance so as not to spook the woman, but close enough to not lose sight of her, however, even if he had, the fear and panic she radiated within the force would have been easy enough to track.

Fear and Panic.. it was there, and then, it was gone. Reign hurried slightly, to see what had happened to the woman, however, what he saw was no longer the fleeing of a panicked wild animal, but the purposeful gait of a predator. The Woman's presence had shifted in the force as well. If he was intrigued before, his full attention was devoted now.

He followed, beyond the Valley of the Dark Lords and the Valley of Golg. Ranging farther than the Diarch had been since he had become a regular guest of the planet. Feeling the beasts of Korriban all around them, yet seeing none dare approach, Reign's guard was raised. Whatever had happened to the child, was causing the fuana of Korriban to give it a wide berth. That did not bode well for the man on her trail.

He watched as the woman approached a small rocky hill, wondering what the end game was here. From this distance he could see nothing of import about the area, until he saw the woman walk inside. Knowing whatever confrontation was to happen, would be happening now, The Diarch increased his speed and followed.

Calling out as he entered "Hello! I just want to talk"

 

[Tamsin Graves]

Theme: Lunatics and Slaves
Location: Korriban
Equipment: GL-13 blaster | Combat Knife | Multi-Tool | Inquisitorial Saber
Tags: Diarch Reign
Time Line: This takes Place after Feast of the Furious but Before Serpent of Echnos

The demon moved into the tomb, it was ancient dust and cobwebs lined the walls. All inscriptions of whom this tomb once belonged to had been scratched off the walls or destroyed with malicious intent. Broken stone tablets smashed upon its stone floors long go not just crumbled bits of rock lining the path. What lettering remained was in the ancient sith language fragmented by the destruction that had long ago befell this tomb.

It had been over thirty years since the demon last stepped foot in this place, it was when the last sith empire had fragmented and broke into civil war. It had come here then to place something in the sarcophagus deeper with in and to retrieve something as well at that time. Now though it was here to get what it had put in the Sarcophagus that day some thirty years ago.

As it walked through the broken stone halls towards the location of the sarcophagus, it could feel the one watching it. As he stepped through the threshold of the tomb the demon could smell him just before he called to them. It thought it should pay it no mind, keep going it was of no consequence. Yet as a precaution it took it's nail of it left hand and etched a small ruin into he palm of the girls right hand. It started to bleed and drip onto the old crumbling stone floor.

The demon stopped then and let the man approach not turning to face him at first. It should not indulge these mortals it thought to itself. It hated them, their lives all meaningless slaves to the will that they defied. Yet it had been a long time since the demon had been out to interact with the world in anyway and it was bored.

"You want to talk? Are you here to spread the good word? Or is it more you questions you want to ask?" The demon spoke a little bit of disgust in their tone even though they sounded like a meek like girl when they talked. Then again, that had always been the one thing about the demon, its tone of voice always made people underestimate them. Their head turned looking back at Diarch Reign it's orange eyes raging like raging fires at the center of Tamsin's face they stared at him right through him.

 

[Diarch Reign]

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Location: Korriban
Tags: Tamsin Graves

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Such ferocity in this gaze, there was no way the one speaking to him now was the same young girl trembling in the presence of the necromancer.

He allowed himself a small chuckle at the girls jabs. His gaze meeting the fire emitting from her eyes.
“The good word? I don’t believe you’d care to hear it. I suppose I do have one question for you.. who are you? And what is your plan for this young woman?”

Reign could not be sure of the power of this being, and whether it was merely taking the child for a ride or had full control. While there was challenge in his voice, he was determined to tread carefully.

 

[Tamsin Graves]

Theme: Lunatics and Slaves
Location: Korriban
Equipment: GL-13 blaster | Combat Knife | Multi-Tool | Inquisitorial Saber
Tags: Diarch Reign
Time Line: This takes Place after Feast of the Furious but Before Serpent of Echnos

"Probably not, it would probably just bore me." The demon let out a little cackle, it turned its head and began moving further into the tomb not caring if the man asking questioned followed or not. It listened to its next question and as it walked away, smirking to itself. The sith wanted its secrets all up front. Yet that story would take too long to tell, and the demon doubted he would even understand it.

"That's two questions." It answered back as he only said he was going to ask one question. "You should learn to count or have the sith grown so weak they don't even teach basic arithmetic anymore?" The question was rhetorical as it continued on its journey it had a place to be and not a lot of time the full possession was taxing, and it wouldn't last long at least not until it got to the sarcophagus in this tomb.

"I have had many names, lived many lives. This tomb is mine, I was once a sith lord." It answered truthfully as it looked around the broken and decrepit ruined tomb. It wasn't sure if he would believe them but that didn't matter much to the demon. It had stopped caring a long time ago what sith thought of them.

"The girl is a tool." It was that simple the girl was a gateway on that had been crafted for the sith lords return or whatever the demon was. "A means to an end, not the first and probably not the last." The diminutive figure of Tamsin continued on until they reached stairs the descended father down into the tomb. "So who are you and what is the purpose of your meat suit?" It said as it began to carefully descend the stairs, the demons' movements seemed like they were skipping landing on a certain brick on every stone step. It knew the steps were trapped and if you messed up you would get some spiked protruding through your foot.

 

[Diarch Reign]

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Location: Korriban
Tags: Tamsin Graves

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Such vitriol coming from the mouth of someone so young. Listening attentively and watching even more so, The Diarch began to follow the girl down the stairs skipping steps and matching the landings.

As he skipped down the stairs he responded
“Many lives and many names is it? And a Sith Lord to boot. Have you failed so many times that you need to keep trying over and over?”

He landed again and spoke
“I would imagine a tool for your newest resurrection?”

He huffed briefly and kept walking behind the being.

“My name is Reign. My purpose is to root out the chaos of the galaxy. How lucky for me to have stumbled across you”

 

[Tamsin Graves]

Theme: Lunatics and Slaves
Location: Korriban
Equipment: GL-13 blaster | Combat Knife | Multi-Tool | Inquisitorial Saber
Tags: Diarch Reign
Time Line: This takes Place after Feast of the Furious but Before Serpent of Echnos

The demon let out a little growl at the man's clear insult claiming their failures. Though some of its deaths had been unexpected just as many had been planned to serve a greater purpose. As he tried to prob into who they were and what exactly they were, the demon didn't really want to play the man's game and indulge his curiosity.

"The first time I died I slit my own throat; I was only sixteen at the time. I wanted to be free from my enslavement and death was the only way out. Yet the cycle of fate was not done with me, and I came back." The demon wasn't looking for pity or sympathy from the man just to show him that sometimes death was just an escape plan. "For me Death has never been something that has been permanent, just a temporary state. I have met death, and he fears me."

The demon continued on as them man reached the bottom of the stairs just down a straight hallway towards two large doors that were busted open. On the door the markings of a traitor were still very visible, showing that this lord had betrayed one of the old sith orders. The demon paid it no mind though as it passed into the sarcophagus room. Upon entering through the broken doors, the room opened into a large room with a sarcophagus in the center. The room was dusty and full of cobwebs draping across all the corners and pillars.

The Sarcophagus looked untouched though it hadn't been as dormant as the rest of the tomb over thirty years ago, the demon had last touched the sarcophagus as when it had its own skin it had retrieved its original skeleton then. It slowed its pace and approached the sarcophagus. "A means of resurrection is the simple way of putting it." As it reached the sarcophagus it placed its hand on the center of the cover plate.

"Well Reign if your purpose is to end chaos and bring order, then you must know the only way to do that is to fight chaos with chaos. You need to be willing to destroy everything and everyone to bring back order. My goal in all my lives was to achieve knowledge to destroy this very existence and the power to create a new reality. That is the only way to create order." As the hand of Tamsin hand sat upon the sarcophagus it began to light up in a purple glow of light. It the light swirled into a smoke and began to spiral up Tamsin's arm.

"Sometimes death is a means of gaining knowledge, sometimes its planned. It is lucky you met me, cause I can show you how to bring true order to the universe."

 

[Diarch Reign]

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Location: Korriban
Tags: Tamsin Graves

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The Diarch had to admit, it was tempting. The knowledge and power to destroy everything, in order to create something new, something pure. But all that death, destroying the galaxy, all of creation would mean his brother, his people, and above all, his daughters and wife. No, as tempting as it was, he could not take this route.

He gazed upon the figure of the small girl, finding it difficult to reconcile what was being said, with who was saying it. Steadying himself he spoke.

“To destroy it all, and rebuild, you would be alone, no? Or do you possess the ability to seed and create life as well? I think not. Or else you would not need a vessel such as this, you could make your own.”

He looked along the room they were in, noting the sarcophagus and all other trappings of a dead Sith Lord.

He spoke again.

“I think you misunderstand me.. friend.. I wish to bring order for the people of this galaxy. I don’t want to see it destroyed. There must be another way.”

 

[Tamsin Graves]

Theme: Lunatics and Slaves
Location: Korriban
Equipment: GL-13 blaster | Combat Knife | Multi-Tool | Inquisitorial Saber
Tags: Diarch Reign
Time Line: This takes Place after Feast of the Furious but Before Serpent of Echnos

The demon with in listened as the purple glowing smoke snaked up around its arm and then began to coil around the neck of Tamsin. It then began to flow up the face and into the nostrils and mouth of Tamsin. The essence of the Demon's death reconnecting with the essence of innocence that already dwelled with in Tamsin. Two parts of the fracture soul merging back together, the rush of new power flowing into Demon and Tamsin. The orange sulfuric fire eyes burned brightly as some of the demon's power was reforged by the remerging of parts of the second soul in Tamsin's body.

"Destruction and creation are two parts of the same coin; to unmake something fully you first must know how to make it. Even as a sith you have to know making life is not an impossible feat." The Demon finally spoke as it felt a little bit stronger, having consumed another portion of its old essence. It spoke of course of alchemy and the ability to create sith spawn new life. "Reality crafting isn't beyond the capabilities of a force user; many have created their own pocket dimensions to escape this reality."

"So, whatever comes next, it would not be empty." The demon said nothing of the fact it would be alone, it was always alone that was its nature. It knew this, it knew in the next reality there would be no place for it just like there was no place for it in this current reality other than to destroy it. "But you have one thing right, why would I need this girl if I can create life? Then again you know nothing about this girl, she doesn't even know a thing about herself. Ask yourself why you can't sense me when the girl is in control, why only very few know of my presences unless I let it be known then you will have your answer."

It spoke the truth the only one that had openly sensed the demon within Tamsin without it showing itself was Kaila Irons and that was because of the familiarity of circumstance. Kaila and Tamsin were bound in fate, though the demon didn't exactly know why it suspected it had something to do with how the two had similar lives.

"You can't bring order to the people, they are born of chaos, greed and desire drive them. Unless you give everyone in existence a lobotomy they will always fall to their baser instincts. Brother will always kill brother out of jealousy because one has more then the other. The will wants it that way, so no one sees the real threat. The cycle will keep repeating itself jedi, sith, rebel, and imperial over and over again one always trying to bring order and failing. It is still a long hard task but far simpler to just destroy it all and start anew." It's long response ended as the last of the purple smoke seep in through the nostrils.

 

[Diarch Reign]

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Location: Korriban
Tags: Tamsin Graves

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Reign listened.. it was a lesson his father had taught him, but had taken quite some time to sink in. One can learn just as much from an enemy as they can from a mentor. Now he did not agree with what was being said to him, but he could understand the wisdom in it, and perhaps, glean something of use.

"You sound like a pair I know. Life and Death, destruction and creation. It is a conversation I have often heard. Yet, to create true sentient life, is a skill few have mastered."

The Diarch watched the smoke entering the girls body, taking time to observe before responding. It appeared to be some sort of ritual but he was not versed enough in what this being was to be able to identify what was happening.

"You are right, I don't know anything about this girl, and I will admit, sorcery and alchemy are much more my brother's domain. But if I can take a guess. It appears as though this young girl was created for the purpose of your use, a way for you to maneuver unseen by your enemies."

It wasn't a lie, this was not his realm, but, Reign was a quick study. And now he was actively trying to learn from this being, whether they were willing to teach him or not.

"Such a pessimistic outlook on life, you truly think that the beings of the universe are no better than their baser instincts? I will admit.. I believe you are at least half right. My own designs understand that not everyone will bow to a new order. Jedi, Sith, those in power.. they will fight, and they will die."

He waited a moment before speaking again weighing his words.

"You need not choose this path.. together, we could create a better world.. for everyone. Gone are the Jedi and the Sith, gone are those who would plunge the galaxy in to more chaos."

 

[Tamsin Graves]

Theme: Lunatics and Slaves
Location: Korriban
Equipment: GL-13 blaster | Combat Knife | Multi-Tool | Inquisitorial Saber
Tags: Diarch Reign
Time Line: This takes Place after Feast of the Furious but Before Serpent of Echnos

"I have lived a very long time." The Demon admitted have themselves lost track long ago exactly how old they were. Though they did know it was long before the dark jedi came to claim the name sith from the pure bloods. Perhaps if it thought long enough it could exactly remember or a close approximation. "It gave me time to learn a lot of unique magicks." The way they said the word magic was unique and distinctive to the people of Dathomir. "Things most force users would find strange."

The Demon didn't answer his query about having made the girl whether that was a truth or a lie it would let him have his belief. Though it had no need to hide, it did not fear death as it felt it had conquered it many times over. It moved on to his next query without a word towards the girl's purpose in all this.

"From the day I was born all I have seen is the cruelty of man. I have seen kindness and love used as a weapon. My father and mother were killed the day I was born in a plot by my uncles who were jealous my father rose to be the leader of the tribe. Then they sold me just an infant to rival tribe to be raised to be a slave. I have seen what men are from my birth, it is nature the strong survive and weak are subdued or killed." Its burning eyes seemed to show little to no emotion when talking about what had been and what it thought was the truth. It had no time to think about the things it could not change or would not change. That truth had forged them, it didn't value life cause life didn't value life.

"It's not pessimism that drives me, it's optimism that I can make things right. Fix the mistakes of the God's and will that designed us. The Jedi, Sith, and even you are slaves to the will, it's fate will break you." It thought for a moment as it began to step away from the sarcophagus and started to head for the stairs again. Its business was done, it was two pieces now closer to being whole again. "I do not bow or bend a knee, I am not a slave, servant, or dog. If you want more answers in time, I will call you to a world where some can be provided." Why exactly the demon offered this was simple she wanted Reign to see the cruelty of men and that they were not worth saving. She wanted him to see the truth of what the galaxy had to offer all of it rotted to the core.