WolfMortum
OOC Account
[member="Koda Fett"]
During the Dark Temples establishment, Veiere Arenais had still been High King over the Commenor Systems Alliance. There he had been allowed the sanctuary and time within the Estate of House Arenais to plan things out, to look ahead to the future with no true sense of dire urgency and map out his intent for what the Dark Jedi Order was meant to become. It was however due to his own impatience and the resentment he felt towards the Jedi that had overcome him and marred his schemes, forcing action and undoing the quiet for which he had worked under. Today, things were far more perverse. Rannon was now the one sanctuary that Veiere still had remaining, his glorious kingdom without present company but his own and the dark side of the Force flowing around him, spurning him on in his passions and more often than not leaving the man feeling frustrated and slighted by himself. His awareness of the change in himself, as well as his willingness to let his ambitions overtake him had brought the former Jedi a renowned sense of power and yet removed him of his purpose and that former clarity of sight that he once thrived off.
Seated within the grand hall for what had been meant for such ceremonies the likes of a knighting or other occasion for the Dark Order's gathering, he sat with his back against the grand-masters throne, surrounded by the presence of six of his best; his Sovereign Guard. Many of the former acolytes that had come to Rannon out of curiosity of the rumors about a new safe haven for dark-siders away from the Jedi and the Sith, had since left. They had come and gone with Veiere's decision to willingly hand him over to [member="Lady Kay"], to undergo trial for what he had done against the Jedi Enclave of Deneba, yet the trial had been ambushed by his own people; his fleet of officers and pilots whom remained loyal to him yet meant little compared to those of power and practice within the Force. Tools with purpose, yet little more...
Rannon itself was a plush green and lively world, though there seemed a shadow over it's land, the sprawling presence of darkness that seemed to breath throughout the natural world. It had been there since before the Dark Temples construction, it was partly why Veiere had been attracted to the world to begin with, let alone it's proximity just south of the Empire's territories. The Temple itself had been built upon the side of the great mountain, a fall of water that parted into two, cascading down around the grandiose structure soon meeting the lake-bed below.
The Temple was a place entered only by the air, and though there were few present to stand watch over the sanctuary today, Veiere remained confident in his choice to bide his time there, at-least until things would calm down on the outside. The recent bounty that his darling wife had placed atop his head had certainly drawn some further attention to himself, though most importantly, away from the Systems Alliance...Trader's often came and went, refreshing stock as they were contracted to do often. The small fleet that Veiere had amassed thus far patrolled the sector yet they were a shadow of any grander empire and their presence was meant for subtlety rather than a show of force. Any new contact or arrival would be relayed to the world below yet unless instructed, would otherwise go without interruption.
After all, to the rest of the Galaxy, Rannon was of little worth to the public eye.
The Dark Temple, still a well kept secret save for a few within the Systems Alliance.