Darth X'aviera
Revna stared at the crumbling, quiet, and dark ziggurat in front of her as a bone cutting wind whistled through the canyon around her - a sight she had seen before not so long ago, when she had made the strange journey to this hidden location at the behest of her own Master.
This place was steeped in ancient Sith history that spanned thousands of years - but it was a dead world, where civilizations and empires had once flourished, but were now nothing more than ghosts. It was a place that wasn’t charted on any maps, and its location was known only to Revna because her Master had seen fit to reveal its location to her for a very special purpose.
She had undergone her Knighting Trial here.
And it would be the place where another young Sith hopeful would either rise…or fall.
Varin Mortifer had come far in his time under Revna’s watchful eye and guidance; she couldn’t take all the credit in how he had matured as a Sith warrior, for he had learned from others too and had gained valuable knowledge and wisdom and insight through experiences he had found himself in while working for the Sith Covenant. He had already carried a foundation when he came into her sight that fateful day on Korriban, and she had built upon it as best she could. She had made mistakes, certainly. He had been her second apprentice, but the only one who remained in the end. Guiding him had been a learning curve itself for her, and she had grown much from the experience.
Now - it was time for the young Sith man to face his greatest challenge yet, and should he persevere and come out on the other side, then he would take his place with the rest of them as a Darth himself.
Resting in one of the deep pockets of the robe she wore sat a beacon that carried the coordinates of the hidden planet’s location. Like her own Master had done with her, Revna had sent the coordinates to Varin in a personal message and told him to come alone - his lover was not to accompany him, neither were his allies nor his battle brother. She gave him no other explanation beyond that, and expected him to come at once.
And so she waited there, and clasped within her pale hands was a small jar, made from the red sands and clay of Korriban that had been infused with dark side infused alchemical ashes, the outside of it glimmering with various Sith symbols and sigils. She had made this jar herself, marked each rune by hand, deep in the bowels of Korriban’s palace, within the dark heart of the Sith King’s ritual lair. Each mark had a meaning, and entwined this sacred ritual with dark Sith sorcery.
The only other living individual there with Revna might recognize some of those symbols if He looked closely enough, perhaps even the Sith rune-spell for Soul Binding.
She had then used her knowledge of various poisons and toxins and her creativity in the realm of Sith alchemy, and created a concoction that would replicate what she had experienced in her trial, albeit with some adjustments. She wanted to make it personal, individual to Varin, something that she knew would bypass his own body’s unique adaptations. He would not be able to burn or purge this elixir from his body, once it was consumed. There was only one way to come out on the other side, and Revna ensured it would be the only way.
If he failed…he would die.
And if he died, the Sith spell on that jar would be invoked, and Varin’s soul would become bound to it - a constant reminder to Revna of the failure.
But Varin wouldn’t know of this, and she intended to keep it that way. She was fairly confident in him…but the question was, was he confident in himself?
And so she waited, a somber weight settling over her shoulders. She cast a glance towards the only other person waiting there with her - her Father, Varin’s Grandmaster. This would be a family affair - and she hoped that with both of them being there, would encourage Varin enough to persevere through whatever Trial lay before him.
This place was steeped in ancient Sith history that spanned thousands of years - but it was a dead world, where civilizations and empires had once flourished, but were now nothing more than ghosts. It was a place that wasn’t charted on any maps, and its location was known only to Revna because her Master had seen fit to reveal its location to her for a very special purpose.
She had undergone her Knighting Trial here.
And it would be the place where another young Sith hopeful would either rise…or fall.
Varin Mortifer had come far in his time under Revna’s watchful eye and guidance; she couldn’t take all the credit in how he had matured as a Sith warrior, for he had learned from others too and had gained valuable knowledge and wisdom and insight through experiences he had found himself in while working for the Sith Covenant. He had already carried a foundation when he came into her sight that fateful day on Korriban, and she had built upon it as best she could. She had made mistakes, certainly. He had been her second apprentice, but the only one who remained in the end. Guiding him had been a learning curve itself for her, and she had grown much from the experience.
Now - it was time for the young Sith man to face his greatest challenge yet, and should he persevere and come out on the other side, then he would take his place with the rest of them as a Darth himself.
Resting in one of the deep pockets of the robe she wore sat a beacon that carried the coordinates of the hidden planet’s location. Like her own Master had done with her, Revna had sent the coordinates to Varin in a personal message and told him to come alone - his lover was not to accompany him, neither were his allies nor his battle brother. She gave him no other explanation beyond that, and expected him to come at once.
And so she waited there, and clasped within her pale hands was a small jar, made from the red sands and clay of Korriban that had been infused with dark side infused alchemical ashes, the outside of it glimmering with various Sith symbols and sigils. She had made this jar herself, marked each rune by hand, deep in the bowels of Korriban’s palace, within the dark heart of the Sith King’s ritual lair. Each mark had a meaning, and entwined this sacred ritual with dark Sith sorcery.
The only other living individual there with Revna might recognize some of those symbols if He looked closely enough, perhaps even the Sith rune-spell for Soul Binding.
She had then used her knowledge of various poisons and toxins and her creativity in the realm of Sith alchemy, and created a concoction that would replicate what she had experienced in her trial, albeit with some adjustments. She wanted to make it personal, individual to Varin, something that she knew would bypass his own body’s unique adaptations. He would not be able to burn or purge this elixir from his body, once it was consumed. There was only one way to come out on the other side, and Revna ensured it would be the only way.
If he failed…he would die.
And if he died, the Sith spell on that jar would be invoked, and Varin’s soul would become bound to it - a constant reminder to Revna of the failure.
But Varin wouldn’t know of this, and she intended to keep it that way. She was fairly confident in him…but the question was, was he confident in himself?
And so she waited, a somber weight settling over her shoulders. She cast a glance towards the only other person waiting there with her - her Father, Varin’s Grandmaster. This would be a family affair - and she hoped that with both of them being there, would encourage Varin enough to persevere through whatever Trial lay before him.
