The Blade of Wrath

[EmKay]

TYTHON

Contacts. That was one of the benefits of working with the Techno Union. You had contacts in all kinds of places, and a few of the Order has previously been One Sith. When Asher put out the word that he needed a Sith Alchemist to work his block of songsteel into a weapon, he was told to seek out a [member="Darth Carach"]. So he put in the call, and was summoned into the heart of the Sith territory. Upon crossing the border, he was jostled out of hyperspace early, meeting the friendly face of warships. After a few moments checking credentials, he was passed through, and he made the last leg to Tython.

The borrowed generic freighter swooped down to the forested world and the seed of the Dark Side made itself known. To be expected from a Sith world, but such was the way of things. He was surprised to see that the world still held life, to be honest. Most Sith he'd encountered or heard of were bloodthirsty destroyers with little to no regard to any such life. Such led to worlds like Korriban and Ziost. Barren of normal life, and extreme of climate. Tython was a welcome difference to his preconceptions. His ship swooped down to the designated building to meet Carach, wherever that really was. Some of the details had become a little dusty. He exited his ship and found a repulsorlift palette to rest the block of songsteel on, to ease the strain of telekinetically carting it around. He brought it back, then set the metal in place. He set off for the meetingplace within the building.

Today he decided, given the company, to make himself look more... the part he played. As such, he assembled a bit more of a sleek setup for his armour, with long plates and more decorative lights. The mesh material came up around his neck, and a more traditional hanging from his belt around the back brought reminiscence from the ancient Zeison-Sha armours. Over everything hung a armourweave black cloak that shrouded his form and kept light from directly reflecting off the glossy black plates. Therein giving him the look of a strange technological wraith. He walked along, pulling the palette with a tendril of focus, on his way to have it shaped and forged into a proper tool of destruction.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Asher Valentine"]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Carach.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Darth Carach, Voice of the Dark lord and designated Sith Lord who “Helped Allies When The Time Called For It”. This time around the message came through that a warrior of the Techno Union needed help in the creation of a Sith Blade, there was no more details on it besides that, but knowing the people that worked there…[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]It probably would be more than just a simple Sith Blade.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Which was fine by him, he always had fun in the creation of [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]new[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] things and an unorthodox Sith Blade with more capabilities could be an interesting venture. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]If the price was right, of course, b[/SIZE]ecause nothing in the world was free and especially not the service of an accomplished Alchemist, things like that only came in favors of power.

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Royal Guards would lead Asher towards the study of the Sith, where Carach was currently studying some arcane notes of an ancient tome. [/SIZE]

 

[Aszräl]

Once he entered the room, the Archon attempted to unintrusively garner the attention of the Sith Lord by clearing his throat and waiting patiently. He was in no rush, he simply had a task which he knew [member="Darth Carach"] could complete. It was just as well, Asher was in the position of being the less dominant of the two, considering the circumstances. Being rude or demanding was no way to gain and favours. As such, he simply brought the Songsteel block to hover off to the side, and set it down. In the meantime, he went over the design details in his mind again. If done properly, this would be an elegant, powerful weapon that should pass down if he decided to not keep it. Pass down to whom? That was yet to be decided.