Dark Lord of Passion
In most cases, one could find a sith in the depths of a catacomb or in the shadows of a private room when they were deep in thought, ruminating on the nature of the dark side. Yet no matter how hard one looked, they would not find Wake Nayne in such a place. Instead, search for the highest peak with the most spectacular view of the sky above. A place where the clouds do not obscure the stars, where the light of the cosmos bathes the land and mingles with the darkness of night. Wake had found one such place, atop a monolithic peak some distance away from the valley. Korriban was to outsiders, a desolate world, but he saw a world rich with life and vitality. The power of the Dark Side gave the world strength.
Wake sat on a circular platform he had discovered at that place, a meditation circle surrounded by a dozen heavy red stones. They floated easily in the air as Wake sat in quiet meditation, feeling the emotions and memories of the hundreds he had slain in his pursuit of power. He watched their most joyous memories. He watched them weep. He watched them suffer. He watched himself kill them. He felt their last moments and he felt their first. He felt their love and their hate. The power swirled around him, lifting the stones and his own body higher as he sat cross-legged at the center, hovering in the air as waves of strength rippled off of him in the glow of the moons of Korriban. Wake's endless ruminations since the Caldera had lead him to choose seclusion and silence, to reflect, and consider.
Next to him, a pamphlet of partially-written notes, a treatise in the making, hovered gently. Occasionally the pen would move of its own accord, scribbling down a thought. The silence broken by the scritch scritch scritch of the pen on paper. Yet the solitude was not one he guarded carefully. Wake walked the path of the purest form of the dark side, he was open about his emotions. He did not hide nor conceal his presence to anyone. His love for the sith and his hatred for those who would go against the ways of nature-like the jedi-rippled and tore at the air. The ground seethed with his lusts and particles in the air glowed brightly with his joys. He savored every emotion as he broke it down and converted it into more dark power. Wrestling control of himself until he had reached equilibrium once more.
A beacon of darkness made manifest.
It was because of this, several young sith had traveled to meet the unnaturally wise young sith sage. He had taught and listened and aided without restraint. His strange ways anathema to the greedy hoarding of the past. They had left more powerful than before and in silence. It was on just another night in his deep meditations when he felt a presence draw closer that he had been waiting for. It had been some time since he had last seen the young Sith who had embraced her emotions with his guidance.
Wake's lip twitched into a smile and he opened his eyes, his upturned head already basking in the moonlight. "
Aliris Tremiru
!" He barked out, laughing with delight, "Welcome to this place, what do you think of the view?" He asked eagerly, gesturing out beyond the edge of the mountain to the vast natural desolace of Korriban beyond.
