Theatrics and Decepetion

[RC 212]

Location: Glee Anselm
[member="Animus Malgus"]

Althea was here. After a few weeks of research into further blood magics she had set about to find the Sithling she had met earlier. Yes the young man had been instrumental in her induction into the Conglomerate and with her rabid ambitions, she knew he had yet another role to play. She had done well in marking him with a blood trail, for Glee Anselm was hard place to find.

It had taken her some time to follow the thin red thread in her mind that lead to him, but in the end,, ultimately, it lead to him. She climbed quiet as cat up the side of the ancient buildings. One hand over hand and boot after boot. She had been experienced in climbing as a young woman in the forests of Dathomir. this was childs play in comparison.

As she climbed she kept herself immersed in the white current, a force outside the force that allowed her to remain completely hidden. No use in letting the whole of the One Sith know there was a Witch about the place. Finally she reached the window where the blood trail went, and closed her eyes again, concentrating on finding him.

Yes he was here... right inside.

With an arcane jumble of words she touched the window, and it unlocked, opening under her spell. It shimmied open in complete silence. Her deft hands grabbed the frame and she swung her body in, landing in a crouch, lithe and catlike.

"Come here Animus. I see you." She chided.

 

[Mythos]

Animus was sitting in his Room a standard Acolyte room like all the others, reading a Copy of Palpatine's Book of Sith, noting the tomes of Darth Plagueis for an upcoming test.
He felt the presence of the Assassin Pirate as she crept through his window. Animus did not glance her way, simply layed back in his chair and relaxed.
"Come find me so soon?" Animus said Coily "Didn't know you missed me so much" Animus turned to face her.
Animus did not get visitors often, if at all, never at this Hour, but something told him to expect company. His blaster in his desk and his lightsaber in his belt.
This time when the Assassin saw Animus, he was not wearing his Battle Cloak, but instead his trousers and boots, he had come off a late night training session, and his body was still dripping in sweat.
"My my, you have come quite far for little ol me" Animus said kicking a chair towards the pirate, and using telekinesis to settle it beside her. "Your leg looks much better, but perhaps you want me to take a better look? " Animus flirted while he smiled and shot her a wink as he laughed. "Make yourself at home, grab a drink if youd like"
Animus said gesturing the the bottle of Vintage Barooc Tonic. He was saving it for a special occasion, but he thought it was special enough.

[member="Althea Raxis"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Animus Malgus"]

"Charmed I'm sure." Althea retorted. Her hands grabbed two glasses from his shelf and the crystal clinked as the butts slammed down on the table between them. Next swirling amber liquid filled them and Althea grabbed one, pulling herself out a chair and taking a seat opposite of Animus. With one ratty hand she reached up and swept her hat from her head, perching it nearby and grinning. She ignored the quip about the leg. Truth was, it still bothered her slightly.

"It's not so much that I miss you Animus. More like, you are in a unique position to be my inside business partner, that is if you wish it."

Althea flipped her braids back, brown eyes burning with the fire of her Witches powers. The White Current was still strong around her, hiding her from view. It was odd, because she could only create benign illusions from this part of the force. Not as handy as the Dark Currrent.

"I have a unique goal. Some thing that has barely ever been done before. Tell me.. Have you ever heard of the Dark Forge? Or Rave Merrill for that matter?"

 

[Mythos]

Animus nodded as he listened to her, the presence of this visitor prickled the hair on the back of his neck, she had... something that was not the force Animus shrugged it off as mere superstition at first, but this woman was beginning to shatter the veil between Tale and reality.
Laughing he said "I would be interested, like i said, i see you with an Armada of death roaming the Galaxy i do not share the Modesty and political inhibitions of my partners," his tone was seething with vicious intent

with the force he poured himself a drink, His Telekinesis is getting stronger by the day, and everytime he uses it, it becomes that bit stronger. Taking a large swig from the potent and hardcore Alcohol and shaking the power of it off he added " I can't say that i have, before i met you i considered the abilities you had..." He paused as he eyed her now... strange eyes "Myth and legend" his eyes never left hers, intrigue sweeped him as he prepared to hear her explanations. [member="Althea Raxis"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Animus Malgus"]

Althea smiled again, taking a deep swig of her drink. Telekinesis was impressive. Unfortunately the young Witch was hardly skilled at the art, a sacrifice for being so steeped in illusions. Another one of her many tools in an ever growing toolbox.

"Well I have no intention as of current of sailing the galaxy with a deadly armada. First I have to carve out a little spot for myself, and milk those fools for all they're worth."

Althea snickered, thinking of the contract offered her. Privateer, hardly covered her title. She was so many more things than a simpleton to be commanded by a bunch of traders. But that was her little secret.

"Once lived a Witch, much like myself named Rave Merrill. Rave learned under the tutelage of the Sith and created legendary items at a certain forge called the Dark Forge of Azazoth. To whom it belongs these days I could hardly tell. However as a Nighsister I have a certain skill in blood magic. I'm willing to bet I can create my own forge."

Althea took another swig of her drink, staring into Animus eyes.

"Do you see where this leads? Tell me what do you know of Sith alchemy?"

 

[Mythos]

Animus raised his eyes as if pondering before saying "Not enough to write a paper" laughing quickly, "But... If it is help on either creating this, Dark forge, or re-building it, you can count me in" Animus relaxed back popping a death stick in his mouth and lighting it, it's smoke permeating through the Room. "I am always in the look for a new adventure" he stretched out his hands in futility as he added "And company that are a sight for sore eyes are always welcome" He shot a wink before laughing.

Seriously he frowned, looking upon her as he took another deep drag of the Death stick "So... what is our first step to building or finding this... Dark forge?" The smoke danced through the room as if a specter of mystery... perhaps this meeting would forge a power that the Galaxy should be afraid of...

[member="Althea Raxis"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Animus Malgus"]

"Oh we wont be finding it. We'll be doing one better, creating our own. A new forge that will craft some of the most legendary items in the Galaxy. Of course I had to promise some to the Trade Conglomerate, but not all my friend."

The Deathstick was nice touch. Leaning over she snatched one herself, spinning it end over end in her fingers like a playing card before finally setting it between her chapped and worn lips. One palm rose and she spoke a single word for fire from the Book of Shadows.

"Pyrios."

A small black flame crackled to life in her palm, leaping like molten lava seeking to consume. Leaping right onto the end of her deathstick and then dissipating with a crackling noise as the young Witch gave a lazy wave. Force fire, a new ability she had been practising. something to show off for dear Animus.

"I would daresay your eyes wander too much for your own good. Dont make me cut them out." Althea shot back, tone dripping with mirth.

"The first step would be to find a suitable locale. Somewhere hidden, far from the beaten path. Of course creating the forge itself is not the problem. The problem is in the magics that actually will enchant the place and give it its power. It requires a large amount of ritual sacrifice, and certain rare items. You see to create a force nexus darker than the dark forge itself, requires massive amounts of blood shed and suffering."

 

[Mythos]

Animus laughed out loud at the threat of his eyes being ripped out and he nodded "Fair enough" he said as the ashes of the death stick dropped on the ash tray while he watched her light a death stick with.... magic? "You have to teach me that one day" Animus said with his eyebrow raised.


the thought creeped in on him, the idea of a Forge of darkness that could make him items that would strike down enemies with abilities like blood magic was not an idea Animus was ever going to drop. "Well you had my curiosity, now you have my undivided attention. First would of course be the location, then would be how we handle the creation in which i will follow your lead, having no idea or concept of how Alchemy basics work."

Animus seriousness caught him again "Suffering, pain and blood are something i could bring to the workshop in abundance..." He clicked his tongue thinking of how exactly that would be done. "And anything else that might be needed." Animus raised his hand to his chin pondering... could he trust a pirate? well... common sense told him not to, but the promise of power was not lost... at all. [member="Althea Raxis"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Animus Malgus"]

"The Alchemy basics of your order differ vastly from those of my own. My powers are simply an interpretation of a manifestation of the force. Based on ritual and corrupted ideals from an order long gone."

This was sure to be the confusing part for him. Explaining the difference in Witches was strange thing. Nighsisters versus Witches of Dathomir, the original descendent of the Exiled Jedi Allya.. It was certainly easy to explain that the darkside ran deep in Nighsister tradition, even to the point of killing their originals the Dathomiri Witches.

"We will require stone, Jungle, lots of bodies to slay and certain type of force imbued water from the planet of Dathomir. All of these things shouldn't be so hard to procure. I'm already working on the Dathomir project, procuring what is called the Waters of life, or Green ichor to outsiders."

She paused again, stubbing the deathstick out on her boot and flicking it across the room into the ashtray.

"Where you come in is bodies and your assistance in helping create the dark nexus itself. I'll require more than just my power alone to seal the dark energies in that place."

 

[Mythos]

Animus nodded, he did not care for the practicalities or explanation, he would leave the more complicated things to her, but when she said she wanted to use him for the slaughtering of people and the building of a Dark Force Nexus he drew on his death stick before answering, Animus was a sith, not a monster, a certain Code of Honor followed him... killing innocents was not something he condoned or wanted to be a part of... But that was the price to pay, with blood magic at allways seemed to be like this, Suffering, and the loss of a bit more of whatever humanity the user had.

Animus sighed. "It seems this entire Galaxy wants me to become a monster..." He murmured more to himself than to the woman before him, he did not look at her, his thoughts were internal. He nodded, accepting the path he was on... he knew that as a Sith more and more of this would come, until eventually he would become exactly that... a Monster. "Allright, i have ways of procuring what you need... i will just need a week to get in touch with some unsavory characters, then i will have what you ask for" He stood and bowed, a gesture to end the meeting, she had put him in a contemplant mood and he needed to be alone... something he knew he never truly was... [member="Althea Raxis"]