Faction [TSC] Advancement | Tamsin Starfall

[Emissary of Strife]

DESEVRO TEMPLE​

A twisted power erupted at he largest of Desevro's temples, where once the First Conclave was held. The winds moved unnaturally, carrying with them a message that could be felt rather than heard, to usher the Sith towards its terminus. It was time for a Darth to declare herself to the galaxy.

At that place, they gathered; it was a large, hollowed-out chamber with seats carved into the stone walls akin to a gladiatorial arena. Above them all, a blood-red stone hung from chains scorched black by the sorcerous fire that emanated. Sith and acolytes filled a circle around the center where only one this day would stand.

Tamsin Starfall, apprentice of Anathemous. She was there at the Conclave... she had proven herself on Genarius, battling the Grand Master of the Jedi Order... in the vacuum above Brosi, her mind linked into her terrible Dûr'ashaarai; a battle that proved even Sith Lords feared the black. Her history lived in the scars wrought on her by others, and those she inflicted in turn.

On this day, she would prove herself again, as the Apprentice took her final steps on a path that all Sith walked, but only a precious few did reach the end. She would now stand among them.

"At the center, Starfall." A spectrum of voices echoed from the stone above.

 

[Tamsin Starfall]

Theme: Ragnarök
Equipment: Armor | Twin Omens | Stars Enchained | Mind Crown

A small figure stood at the center of the circle. She was clad in her sith armor with the symbol of the House of Iron on the chest plate. Her head dipped down her eyes closed as she thought over what words she might speak to those who had gathered. Who was she? That confidence in herself still plagued with failing that she did not belong anywhere.

She could face Jedi Masters; she could stare down a sith lords and walk into a battlefield without flinching. She knew she could kill without the influence of the demon forcing her to do it and move on from it. Where the fear of such circumstances could break someone so entirely Tamsin could stand confident, but when it came to her own worth, she felt so little and unnoticed.

This was not even how she envisioned her ascension, if she had it her way the only person, she ever had kinship with would be standing at her side. Her sister Darth Anathemous would be standing before her anointing her in this rite. From slave to sith, From finding out what her ultimate fate was all she had learned was that existence was brittle and broken. Fate was a cruel queen that wanted you bend a knee to it's will by striping you bare of everything that mattered to you.

She cleared her throat and her head began to slowly rise.

"I was born to chains, a child of destructive fate. My path was engineered; I never had the choice most of you did. I was always meant to walk this path, forced by an unseen entity that dwells in me."

Slowly she opened her eyes before those gathered. Her eyes burning like flames at the center of her face. Bright orange, burning with a rebellious and defiant rage. Those eyes that had seen worlds burn, those eyes that belonged to the Demon inside of her. Scars of what had made her, made her to become what it was once.

"But I am going to break those final chains that bind me. I am going to defy fate; I am going to control my own destiny."

The thought of fighting against fate's will, those words her sister had said they would do together. Now it all hung on her little shoulders all alone she knew it, and though she didn't show it, it scared the chit out of her. She stood alone against an unknowable force, wherever her sister was she hoped she was happy and found her peace.

"I was Tamsin the slave, the grave digger (Graves), the sister of Iron (Irons), Descendant of the Starfallen of Dathomir (Starfall). Today I am reborn, I am Darth Lunaris. No more will I be ignored, I will reclaim all that was taken from me in my enslavement. I will crush all those who look down on me. I will spread the covenants will through the order and into the Galaxy beyond. "

She stood there in the center of them all declaring her own will. She was Darth Lunaris now proud and she was going to make her big sister proud where ever she was now.

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Tamsin Starfall​

Stepping into the Covenant's temple always hit differently, more than anywhere else on Desevro. The sensation was familiar.. never predictable though, manifesting different each time. Sometimes a push, sometimes a whisper. And somehow, it always felt like there was a lesson waiting here.

Lysander’s cloak flowed behind him in long, dark lines that drank in the light. The hood rested down along his shoulders, allowing his white hair to catch the illumination. He had come partly because of what felt like duty, but curiosity also threaded deeply through his arrival. Lysander had known Tamsin’s master during a meeting on Canto Bight after completing a bounty. Perhaps not a true apprenticeship, not in the formal sense, but it skirted on the edges of one.. a demonstration or two, before she vanished.

Tamsin’ history unfolded in clean lines.. chains, scars, choices forced upon her, and the will that pushed back against all of it. She spoke of breaking fate, of stepping beyond what had been written for her, and reclaiming the pieces that had been taken.Hearing her history stirred respect in him, as much as a Sith could afford, and the kind that didn’t need words. It was one thing to rise through power and another to rise through hardship; she had clearly done both..

When she claimed the name Darth Lunaris, something inside him shifted; it was dramatic, but more than just acknowledgement. He didn't treat many rituals as personally meaningful, but this one landed with more clarity, like it was where he was meant to be.

He moved along the inner walkway at a casual pace, stopping only when he found a clear view of the Sith Lord.

 

[Emissary of Strife]

Tamsin Starfall | Lysander von Ascania

The ground quaked, and the stone at the top rocked back and forth. The apprentice had broken her chains; declared war on fate itself. Such was the will and claims of many Sith, and like them, she too would be tested in this hostile galaxy.

"Darth Lunaris," the voices echoed her.

She reminded the Covenant that once such names and titles were declared, not bestowed.

A dark chill fell over the room, drowning what little light there was, until only the glow of the stone above shone. It cast a red gloom that radiated downward and out from where Lunaris stood.

"Rise or die - thus is the way of the Sith."

The ground rumbled again, and from the center a crack rose outward, carving a serpentine path towards the stone steps, then stopped. It was, in a way, like having one's name etched into the stone, a recording of this moment's history; the rise of Lunaris.