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The Valley

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A dead, nameless world. Destroyed by time and foolish Lords of the Sith. A land forgotten, and a valley of power few knew existed. To some Sith it called them, a whisper of a challenge from the nameless. Revenge was always a mantra of the Sith. Against your allies who betray you. Against your enemies who stand in your way. Against the living who leave you dead. Krest, Ferus. Both names of a man who once walked among the dead to challenge his own apprentices so they might prove their strength and worth.

Many passed, and soon the tradition spread. The world was still unmarked, but for the first time in hundreds of years the planet found life. Now Krest walked among the dead, his gaze drifting from the ruined statues of Lords who could have shaped the future in a vastly different way had they survived. That was the true test of the Sith. To outlive their death through their teachings.

You've come back. We felt your death you know. So lucky to be brought from the ashes unlike us. Why do you return? To taunt us? Darkness overtook the elder lords vision as cloaked specters formed before him. Their anger was palpable.

"No, I've come to reclaim what was rightfully mine. Do not stand in my way." There was silence from the spirits. Slowly the man began to undo the lock that held his saber to it's cane, his body tensing. Then all at once the darkness and spirits faded as a new sensation filled his mind. He wasn't the only living soul that had arrived.

[member="Darth Tihl"]
 

St0rmSlaSh

Never Underestimate a Good Bottle of Whiskey
Darth Tihl grew tensed as he toured through The Valley of Forgotten Lords. The more he walked, the more he could hear the cries and deaths of many Sith. All from different ages. He could feel their fear, their hate for their opponet. It all felt so real. Those emotions pained the Knight about the history of the Mighty Sith. How civil wars would break out among everybody, instead of focusing on the true enemy. The Jedi. They were all stupid. It was only until this age that Sith could achieve a common goal to exterminate Jedi and bring order to the galaxy as one united race of force users.

Now Darth Tihl sensed something.. Alive. He felt something...someone in the same area as him. The source of the aura was not far. The Knight ran towards this person, skidding along the white sand and dodging a lot of debris from fallen statues along the way. There, he saw a lone figure dressed in black. Tihl yelled to the individual. He made sure to keep his hood up to not reveal himself unless he needed to. Otherwise, he would remain an unknown.

"Who are you? Are you Sith, Or a lone trespasser?"

He put his hand on one of his lightsabers to be ready for anything that might come his way. Sith or not, he did not know if this person deemed hazardous.

[member="Krest"]​
 
"A shadow of the past, perhaps a vision of the future." The elder man slowly turned, pulling free the lightsaber hilt from it's cane. The red blade lit to illuminate the white sand beneath their feet. For someone to find this planet was proof enough of their connection to the dark, and Krest couldn't help but wonder to what extent [member="Darth Tihl"] was trained. To come back from death left him with a hollow feeling, a want for something to feel alive.

A grin took over his features as he held up his blade. "Sith who come here are to be challenged. Once I was a watcher of these trials, but today I shall be the trial. Prove your mantle."
 

St0rmSlaSh

Never Underestimate a Good Bottle of Whiskey
Darth Tihl stood tall as the man had turned around with his lightsaber ignited. He sensed that [member="Krest"] was very strong in the force, but it seemed something was missing. It dumbfounded the Knight.

"I accept your challenge!"

He accepted the challenge of a duel and withdrew both of his lightsabers with a force pull. As he activated the sabers, Darth Tihl got into a Makashi stance. If he senses were true, he wanted to be on the more defensive side than offensive.

The Sith Knight still stood, staring at the mysterious man. Tihl gave a Makashi solute, and ran towards the Man with both hands behind his torso. He would start the fight with small attacks to the Sith's chest.
 
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Krest stood still as he watched [member="Darth Tihl"] salute. There was no movement even as the Crusader charged forward, but the Force screamed of danger. Instead of bringing around the saber the elder Zabrak held the air around him swelled and the ground beneath Tihl shifted. The very sand they were standing on bent to the will of the Lord and slammed upwards as if to swallow the Knight. Tendrils of the sand reached up and solidified, condensed under the power that Krest held to hook like points, aiming to dig in and immobilize the night.

Yet the only change in the elder lords demeanor was that his once blue eyes solidified to a deep red, burning with hate. Focused only on the knight before him.
 

St0rmSlaSh

Never Underestimate a Good Bottle of Whiskey
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As the Knight was running towards the Sith, aiming for his head, what happened next almost gave Darth Tihl the immediate disadvantage of battle. The sand of which he was sprinting on suddenly stood up! He gave a quick ARGH, before deactivating his lightsabers. But the sand was too quick. It knocked up the Dark Knight, but he soon recovered but barely. He was on the ground, panting.

"Coward!!" Darth Tihl screamed.

He returned a hopeful mightier force push. This was meant to knock down his opponent, and let him have an opening to where he can charge right with his lightsabers. If it landed, it would push back the Sith a great distance. Dart Tihl would condense himself to a great range. One that would be unfathomable to most Dark Lords. It will only be quenched of its thirst for blood once that Sith is dead!

[member="Darth Ferus"]​
 
The elder man finally moved as the blast was sent his way. A grin now plastered over his face he jumped into it, leaping back with the blast to send him even farther away from [member="Darth Tihl"] . He kept his blade down, the red energy scaring the white sand beneath their feat as the ground slightly shifted. A reminder that the Sith was controlling the very foundation of their fight.

"Fine, fine. Come. We'll settle this with blades."
 

St0rmSlaSh

Never Underestimate a Good Bottle of Whiskey
That is what he liked to hear. Blades. Tihl settled his feet into the sand to enhance his grip on the ground. With both lightsabers in a reverse grip, he pushed off the ground with assistance from the force to gain height at an astonishing rate. As he reached his peak, Darth Tihl took his lightsabers and put it in front of his face and aimed down to the sith man while pulling himself to the ground with the force. He now was coming down from the air form the alarming rate. This would prove fatal to the Sith if he could not dodge in time.

[member="Darth Ferus"]​
 
The Zabrak once again did not move as [member="Darth Tihl"] charged forward, but unlike before he would finally act at the last second. With surprising speed he whipped around his lightsaber, it's red edge burning through the ground as he caught the charge. He stood like a wall, standing still in the sand as the Force surged through him to strengthen his body. It was as natural as breathing air, enhancing his muscle, bone, flesh. His cane came around next, swinging up for Tihl's stomach with a quick but powerful tap.
 

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