Darth Abyss
Eldritch
Darkknell, Daiman's Rise
Those that walked upon the path of the darkness, and more precisely that of the sith, often had a certain interest into the past. They were driven by a desire for power, and there weren't many legends of powers greater than those of the lords of ancient ages. Yet most young sith lacked the patience to delve deeply enough into the seemingly endless history of the galaxy. They all knew the tales of Darth Bane, the man that burned the sith brotherhood and then gave rise to a new order from the ashes. They all knew the legends of Darth Vader, the emperor's most loyal and most dangerous servant. They all knew about the misadventures of Darth Revan the jedi turned sith turned jedi that was one of the few to truly stand outside the common notion of light and dark.
Darth Abyss was a scholar rivaled by very few. His insight into the inner workings of the force, death and time made him a force that seemed to exist outside of nature, but the subject on which he had the most complete knowledge on was the past. Even when he had been young and still chained by flesh his talent for uncovering the hidden truths of the long gone ages had always overshadowed those of his peers, both by conventional and esoteric means.
That was why he, other than so many that shared his path, was aware of an ancient sith called Daiman, a powerful yet obscure figure of history. His interest wasn't in the arrogant, borderline narcissistic sith lord that had once ruled Darkknell, but on an artifact said sith was connected to that had been forged by an even more obscure lord called Ieldis. This relic, the Helm of Ieldis, was a mask that was a powerful mental conduit that allowed to channel negative emotions into other living beings to push them into violent frenzies.
Time hadn't been kind to Darkkrell. Poverty plagued the streets of the backwater world, while crime and debauchery were running rampant. The eldritch husk, a hollow, rusty metal armor kept together by hunger, darkness and twisted magic, walked through the dirty alleyways of one of the larger cities, heading for a bar known as a gathering place for underworld elements called "The Dictator's Head", located right besides the headless statue of the sith lord that had once ruled the world.
Abyss didn't had to do anything once he entered into the rundown establishment. He was a rather uncommon sight, but under the moniker of Prophet he was an notorious figure of the intergalactic underworld, feared by many, respected by many but comprehended by none. Without wasting his time with the thugs that made an effort to never look at the twisted things among them he headed for a thin man waiting at the edge of the establishment. His agents had set up this meeting after discovering that the man had informations that would lead Abyss to the object of his desire. Slowly the abomination that casually defied the laws of reality took place on the table with the man, shuffled a pouch with credits over to him and received a datapad in return. While the man left he began to analyze the intel, only to realise that this would most likely be a plan that required an additional sith to work.
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Those that walked upon the path of the darkness, and more precisely that of the sith, often had a certain interest into the past. They were driven by a desire for power, and there weren't many legends of powers greater than those of the lords of ancient ages. Yet most young sith lacked the patience to delve deeply enough into the seemingly endless history of the galaxy. They all knew the tales of Darth Bane, the man that burned the sith brotherhood and then gave rise to a new order from the ashes. They all knew the legends of Darth Vader, the emperor's most loyal and most dangerous servant. They all knew about the misadventures of Darth Revan the jedi turned sith turned jedi that was one of the few to truly stand outside the common notion of light and dark.
Darth Abyss was a scholar rivaled by very few. His insight into the inner workings of the force, death and time made him a force that seemed to exist outside of nature, but the subject on which he had the most complete knowledge on was the past. Even when he had been young and still chained by flesh his talent for uncovering the hidden truths of the long gone ages had always overshadowed those of his peers, both by conventional and esoteric means.
That was why he, other than so many that shared his path, was aware of an ancient sith called Daiman, a powerful yet obscure figure of history. His interest wasn't in the arrogant, borderline narcissistic sith lord that had once ruled Darkknell, but on an artifact said sith was connected to that had been forged by an even more obscure lord called Ieldis. This relic, the Helm of Ieldis, was a mask that was a powerful mental conduit that allowed to channel negative emotions into other living beings to push them into violent frenzies.
Time hadn't been kind to Darkkrell. Poverty plagued the streets of the backwater world, while crime and debauchery were running rampant. The eldritch husk, a hollow, rusty metal armor kept together by hunger, darkness and twisted magic, walked through the dirty alleyways of one of the larger cities, heading for a bar known as a gathering place for underworld elements called "The Dictator's Head", located right besides the headless statue of the sith lord that had once ruled the world.
Abyss didn't had to do anything once he entered into the rundown establishment. He was a rather uncommon sight, but under the moniker of Prophet he was an notorious figure of the intergalactic underworld, feared by many, respected by many but comprehended by none. Without wasting his time with the thugs that made an effort to never look at the twisted things among them he headed for a thin man waiting at the edge of the establishment. His agents had set up this meeting after discovering that the man had informations that would lead Abyss to the object of his desire. Slowly the abomination that casually defied the laws of reality took place on the table with the man, shuffled a pouch with credits over to him and received a datapad in return. While the man left he began to analyze the intel, only to realise that this would most likely be a plan that required an additional sith to work.
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