Aspect of Passion
Chains Unbroken
The Veinara Shroud
Unknown Galactic Position
867ABY
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The multiheaded figure of the Worm stood on the balcony of his palace; three meters tall while the double sun of the Ortuvessa System glinted off his many masks. His black cloak contrasted the much smaller crimson cloak of the figure next to him - who's staff carried the iconic imagery of the Sepulchral. Between them was more power than most Force Users could possibly conceive as possible - the all powerful essence of the Emperor, and the terrifying precision of his compatriot. Only as the two suns rotated in their position in the early morning sky did the Worm speak;
"It is time we call upon the worthy."
"Those who survived the schism.", a woman chimed in after the dulcet tones of the regal man before her.
"Those who learned the lesson imposed upon them.", a man of a higher tone brought forward.
"Your will be done, my Master. Sepulchral Wayfinders shall carry your message. When they arrive, they shall learn the future of the Sith as you have decreed it."
"And they will know our destiny. Go, now, see that my children come home."
And with that, the Sepulchral Priest nodded - his cracking corpse like skin twisting ever so noticeably into a smile before they turned and moved toward the exit. There remained the imposing figure of the Worm - who's empty eye sockets watched over the grand intoxicating world before them. Ortuvessa, the last bastion of the Sith; lost for millenia, and built over the last 800 years as the womb of the new empire. Here they would establish the future for the Sith, and in turn; change the very nature of the Galaxy.
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Remnants of the Sith would receive the message intended for them. Wherever they were, whatever it was they were doing; the Sepulchral Wayfinders would approach them much as the Worm would have. In their solitary privacy, the Wayfinder would appear through the Veil - passing onto them the message intended for them. They are invited to the future of the Sith - a homecoming for the future, a continuation, an evolution of old ideals freed from the transgressions of nationalistic Imperials or Jedi Predation. A place of comfort to strike out at a whim; to find safety in the new Veil.
Those who denied the request would recieve nothing but a shameful nod - and then nothing. What was there would be no more; and there would be no evidence it ever was; but for those who accepted, the Wayfinder would serve as their astronavigational protectors. The Veinara Shroud had hyperlanes so tumultuous that no standard form of hyperdrive would allow entrance; only the predictive nature of the Sepulchral, working in tandem from both Ortuvessa and the ships in question would work. Fleets would began to break free of the wards and force protections put in place, and the new capital of the Sith would soon find its orbit filled with the powerbase of a number of well known names.
Notably, those of the Kainite, the Acerbitas of Maliphant's personal fleet, and a wide variety from there in.
Once brought to the planet, the Sith would be brought to the Palace; a massive black obsidian pyramid known simply as Khartsis - home of the Worm Emperor, the Sepulchral, and the Dark Council. Within, its walls were black as its exterior, but golden cracks lined every wall and surface. Where the cracks were not, golden inscriptions of ur-Kittat and Sith magics were carved deep; giving a glimpse at the planetary opulence the Sith had managed to maintain. A planet who had not seen war in 800 years was more than any other planet in the galaxy could claim now - and it showed in its development.
Many would be brought to the Throneroom - a massive room with huge vaulted ceilings. Statues of the greatest sith to ever exist lined its walls - while art from across the galaxy broke into the areas between them. Chairs and tables were all about - and at the head of it all was the oily black stone of the Emperor's chair. Upon it was the great Worm, three meters tall with electrum masks - next to them, the crimson robes of a Sepulchral priest. The priest whispered to the many masked god of the Sith, while the others entered.
There would be time for them to acclimate, to discuss with one another - before the Worm would speak to them as a group. Once the many came, once the many saw the new foundation they sat upon. It was from here they would decide the fate of the Galaxy; and the new course of the Sith as a whole.
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