Ra'hal Lexor
The Sith Empire 
Apr 24, 2019 22:39:34 GMT -5
Posts: 108
SE Rank: Sith Lord
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Post by Ra'hal Lexor on Jun 9, 2019 21:23:13 GMT -5
"Ambria, home of Lake Natth where Jedi Master Thon defeated Sith Spirits and plunged their power into the lake."
Black, everything he wore was black. From the robes upon his body, to the armor hidden underneath. His eyes, they burnt like a fire. A fire which would attempt to consume the galaxy in their path of destruction. Fellow Sith would kneel or meet a premature extermination. Jedi? Death. As the ramp of his ship opened up, his orange fiery eyes peered out to the shore where Darth Bane once sat. The power of the lake.. it was mysterious, it called to him.. Whispering to him temptations of power.. temptations of glory.
"Come to the lake, devour the power.. devour the POWER!"
The sands around the lake.. there was something on them, something guarding this ancient power.. Hssiss. Capable of destroying mere men with the swipe of their claws. But Lexor knew otherwise, these "weak" creatures were no match for his abilities in conjuring the darkside. The way his emotions surged through him, creating a torrent of power at the wave of a hand, capable of decimating any foe which challenged his authority. As Darth Lexor walked, Hssiss continued growing closer and closer, saliva dripping from their mouth and sharp teeth. They wanted his flesh, they longed for a meal of such power. But like most things, you do not get what you want without a cost. Hssiss were primitive, but they were no fools. Following the young Ra'hal as he went down the final dune to the shoreline, a small smirk rested upon his face. It was gratifying, yet mysterious.. it held a psychopathic feel to it. How could someone trust Ra'hal? Easily.. by acknowledging his power. Sith'ese was no easy language to learn, but when you were taught by Sith Purebloods. It becomes something you learn, pick up over time even. As Ra'hal Lexor stood, his black robe waving in the wind, from the depths of blackness came forth a Grimoire. A Sith spellbook, old, the exterior tattered from the years of carry. Turning several pages, forth with came what Lexor was looking for. The spell to unleash a vergeance, but at what cost? His body? Pah, he'll simply go to another.. but could he? "Midwan pro kraujas. Ty pro chaosas. Sh pro xela.""Power through blood. Strength through chaos. Passion through pain." As Ra'hal Lexor read the words, his veins appeared to bulge through the top of his hands, blackening as the darkside corrupted him further and further. His body had to grow use to siphoning power, if it was to have any chance at taking Lake Natth's. He would need something to hold the power, to harness it. Not the Lake.. Not the waters, but a Scepter. A scepter that could take the power from a vergeance and store it, or unleash it. Capable of destroying cities, villages, homes without a moments notice. Andeddu, where is your scepter? Ragnos.. you fool... why didn't you unleash this power, perhaps you would've avoided an untimely death. Betrayal is the way of the Sith. Ra'hal smirked, lowering the grimoire, the Hssiss knelt down to the Darth.. he spoke the language, he held the power. HE.. WAS... WORTHY. |
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Post by Funami Teriyaki on Jun 10, 2019 10:50:11 GMT -5
The lake’s sandy shore was cautiously avoided by the natives, but Force sensitives of all sorts rarely heeded their superstitious warnings and approached the bubbling surface anyway. One did not need to be a Force user to realize something was amiss; large lizard-like creatures called the place home and defended their territory with savage ferocity. Upon delving into the Force and scrutinizing the strange sensation floating about, a Force user would discover there was more to it. Unlike most other masses of water, lake Natth was strong in the dark side, twisted and corrupted by unnatural power. Legends spoke of Sith spirits restlessly boiling in the water, bound to the lake’s abysmal depths by ages-old spells. The ancient evil permeated its waters like poison and unprepared travellers were not guaranteed to return.
In short, a perfect place for a Sith to visit. Going for a swim was also a compelling idea.
On the beach lay unfolded the infamous robe of foresight, currently reduced to a fancy looking towel. The fine cloak was woven of a vibrant crimson fabric and embroidered with patterns that resembled strangely shaped and colored eyes. Upon the cloth rested a little girl, skin still glistening with moisture and revealing she had personally explored the fabled lake not long ago. Her pink hair had somehow managed to avoid getting in touch with the water, remaining infinitely fluffy. A black one-piece swimsuit usually found on little children tightly clung to her body, further accentuating her young age. Sunbathing with a cocktail in hand, Funami basked in the area’s strong dark side presence while enjoying life, lazily strewn across the unfolded robe. Next to her, sticking from the sand, was her parasol. Proudly erected in her honor, it provided its owner with a bit of shadow whenever she deemed the sun too hot.
The sudden arrival of another Sith did not elicit a reaction. Sipping her drink, she continued to stare at the lake. The powerful artifact she laid on had rendered any and all head turns a waste of energy. Via the powerful spell soaked within the robe, the girl could see the world around without needing to physically look that direction. Better still, the invisible dark side dragons preying about the lake stood no change against the little pink-haired girl, for she saw through their attempts at staying hidden. As such, she was free to spy on the stranger.
“What are you doing?” She called across the lake without bothering to physically turn her gaze his way.
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Ra'hal Lexor
The Sith Empire
Apr 24, 2019 22:39:34 GMT -5
Posts: 108
SE Rank: Sith Lord
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Post by Ra'hal Lexor on Jun 10, 2019 13:56:56 GMT -5
As the sun poured down upon the Lexor's head, he smirked. Burning eyes raised up to the sky ahead. There was something interesting about the sky above. His training was most interesting, The Shapers of Kro Var. His right hand extended out, revealing all of the various veins through his pale skin in the sunlight. The force in his body exerted outward into the skies above, what was he doing? The skies began to obey Ra'hal's very commands, it was clear was this was. Elemental Force usage, and it was rare in fact. Clouds from other regions on Ambria began to pull themselves toward Lake Natth, covering the sun eventually and providing a cool surrounding, one that was not tainted by unneeded heat. Ra'hal lowered his hand, he wasn't foreign to ample force usage and infact was forced to over-exert himself countless times for his past superiors in training.
His ears just barely heard the small voice of Funami Teriyaki. A child? What was a child doing on Ambria, why was a child near Lake Natth? Lexor's head snapped sideways, his burning fiery eyes made visual contact with the pink haired abomination stretched comfortably out upon the sand. It wasn't her business as to why he was here. It should not concern her in the slightest. Ra'hal's eyes flickered across her area, picking every little detail, every little sense of the Dark side to see what the "possible" opponent had. But why would he fight a child? Because he was a Sith, and any that would not kneel would meet annihilation without a second of hesitation, or would there be hesitation this time? Could Ra'hal truly take the life of a child, or a possible Sith? What was she. He didn't truly know, for the most part. But what the Lexor could feel was there happened to be genuine power inside of the child and this was not something to take lightly. Period.
Lexor's body turned to see her completely, black robes billowing in the wind. The robes appeared to be older, a more traditional style. This could be noted due to the high collar which in ancient times provided a way to protect the user from sword strikes to the throat. Though his face, it was young in appearance as well. Given there were scars across it, faintly due to healing he appeared to be quite young himself. But his power was something completely unnatural, like Funami's given age. It flowed like a torrential wave all across the land he stood upon, unintentionally creating a sense of dread to the creatures and the dreadful feeling lurked toward Teriyaki. But this wasn't unpleasant for Dark Siders, power was something to be respected, and craved. Which was why Ra'hal Lexor had progressed, his ambition drove his unending hunger. Seeking to swallow worlds whole of their power, such as Darth Nihilus. Finally, his eyes stopped flickering across her judgmentally, and paused on her face.
"I am studying the power underneath the lake."
A smile crossed his lips, revealing his perfectly straight, white "glowing" teeth. It wasn't harmful, but it was odd for most Sith to smile so randomly. He was in all honesty, a psychopath. But he was a full-functional psychopath, which was the most dangerous kind.
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Post by Funami Teriyaki on Jun 10, 2019 18:37:01 GMT -5
“Eeh?”
A dark shadow descended upon the petite girl, whirling tongues of cold wind licking her wet body and removing all trace of comfort with terrifying efficiency. The sun cowardly had disappeared behind the approaching clouds that turned the sky all gloomy and denied Funami the chance to continue her lazing. Eyebrows curling into a frown, she looked at the sky and mentally cursed the sudden change of weather. Some would call it unnatural, but she thought it annoying more than anything. And cold. Her eyes lowered toward the mysterious figure whose gesture had caused the impossible shift. Whatever his rank and power level, Funami would suffer none of it. Hopping to her feet, the child briskly gripped the hem of her cloak and gave it several powerful shakes to get rid of those irritating grains of sand and prevent them from sticking to her skin. Slipping into ithe cloth's warm embrace immediately after, she drew her hood up over her face and tucked her arms under the silky fabric of the robe. Despite the cloak's enigmatic appearance and undeniable dark side qualities, Funami's adorable look had suffered no penalties. Bending down once more, her hands hastily collected the assortment of various artifacts formerly hidden beneath the robe. The metallic gauntlet touched by Sith magic immediately found its way beneath the robe and allowed her left hand to slide in with such ease as if made specifically for her. Her fingers on her right hand soon curled around the curved hilt of her lightsaber.
“Hey, buddy, put the sun back on!” Funami protested and angrily shook her gloved little fist his direction. “People are sunbathing here!”
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Ra'hal Lexor
The Sith Empire
Apr 24, 2019 22:39:34 GMT -5
Posts: 108
SE Rank: Sith Lord
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Post by Ra'hal Lexor on Jun 10, 2019 19:07:58 GMT -5
Darth Lexor peered at the girl, who appeared to fluctuate in power herself due to artifacts. This was intriguing, but ultimately, a frown appeared on Lexor's face too. For what good was a Sith who used power that was not their own? Ra'hal Lexor turned his whole body to the girl, his fiery eyes staring into her own. Up until this point, his emotions appeared dead, Out of no where, the dark side of the force suddenly expanded in range, this came from a sudden outburst of various negative emotions. What was this? Lexor has managed the ability to control his emotions, able to use them when he wants to in order to wreck havoc on any that appeared to be in his way. This was not necessarily a warning or threat to Funami But it was certainly something to take note of. Dark tendrils came forth from the ground around his body, from the uplift of the dark side, sorcery. This was no work of some ordinary adept in the dark side. No, these dark tendrils were only able to be created by those seasoned in Sith Sorcery, their power capable of annihilating most opponents. But Funami was no ordinary Apprentice, no ordinary child. Darth Lexor's psychotic smile returned to his lips, his red eyes began to slowly spiral, while the dark tendrils expanded across the sand dunes, but not yet in striking distance of the girl. They appeared to be no threat, only a demonstration for now.
"I do not know who you are, girl. But I have business here that is far beyond my concern for you. It would be a most intelligent move for you to not attempt a foolish offensive. I would hate to have to destroy your precious artifacts, your precious little lightsaber, and most of all you. My name is Ra'hal, Ra'hal Lexor. What is your name? Your weaponry is interesting, artifacts to increase power.. a lightsaber perhaps to finish the job. By the strength in the force that you carry, I assume your primary assault will be long-ranged. But that would not be an intelligent move for you. I would advise something different, something that is unique, perhaps not so Sith like. Are you even worthy to be called Sith?"
Ra'hal Lexor was no fool to the words he surrendered to the Sith Apprentice, he was aware that these words could come across as insulting. But in fact he was most interesting to see what her response would be. Aggressive or passive? The dark side of the force swarmed through his veins, as if wanting to tear itself out in order to destroy little Funami. It was as if the dark side was alive in his body, craving war and battle. Blood lust filled his eyes, but not only that. Even though a rage soon would envelope his body, his mental status appeared calm and calculating. Lexor's black robes blew in the wind that came down from the skies, which was orchestrated by the usage of Kro Var. The Hssiss soon became aware to the demonstration of sorcery from Ra'hal Lexor, and the dark sided power that he had rendered still as a threatening attraction.
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Post by Funami Teriyaki on Jun 11, 2019 5:47:31 GMT -5
Black tendrils came to life, constructed via hatred and anger and controlled by the indomitable human will. Akin to writhing and slithering tentacles, these vile manifestations of the dark side lusted to latch onto the living and consume their soul whole. She had read about the power and knew of the sheer power and focus necessary to cast a spell so deadly and demanding. All worthless in her opinion, just an unnecessary display of power when other, more efficient techniques were available. Cocking an eyebrow, Funami watched the birth of these dark side tendrils and appeared none too impressed. So far they remained non-threatening, docile even, awaiting their master’s command to lunge forth, across the lake, and swallow the pink-haired brat. If her disillusioned expression relayed something, it was that Funami was none too concerned; she did not take the situation seriously whatsoever and had no intention to play the game by the rules. Refusing to take the bait and foolishly defend her Sith allegiance through a battle of words, she opted for a different approach. As the abominable manifestation of pure dark energy mirrored across the rippling surface of the lake, Funami assumed a frown so outraged it could match the amount of fury necessary to create the spell.
“Watch your shit there, bud! J-just because I’m Atrisian does not mean I’m into tentacle porn! Besides, Darth Malice is my master. Any attack against me is an attack against Darth Malice and therefore an attack against the Dark Council and therefore TREASON! So stick those tentacles into your own holes!” The little Sithling exclaimed loudly and angrily shot an accusatory finger his way.
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Ra'hal Lexor
The Sith Empire
Apr 24, 2019 22:39:34 GMT -5
Posts: 108
SE Rank: Sith Lord
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Post by Ra'hal Lexor on Jun 11, 2019 11:29:31 GMT -5
Interesting, an approach with words. This was uncommon in the Sith, but this was something Darth Lexor found interest in almost immediately. A smirk played across his ever changing face, revealing almost a moment of admiration. But it was soon discarded without a second regard. These black tendrils malevolent creations through power slowly disappeared from view. Killing themselves in essence without the aid of their superior host. Ra'hal's mindset was that it is unnecessary to waste energy for no good reason. When other techniques could be used which were more efficient. This allowed for his dark sided energy to immediately begin recover, and rebuilding soon enough. Rahal knew of Darth Malice, and the Dark Council. Even he did adhere to their wishes, for the time being. But he would not be taken as a fool from a mere Sith Apprentice. The philosophy of the Sith was made through betrayal, and power overcoming lesser power. Did she really believe that Malice would care entirely? No, perhaps Malice enjoyed the little girl as an apprentice. But in reality, her death would merely be the absolute result in following the ideals of the Sith. Just like the sands of Korriban hold the dead of many failed Sith before her, Lake Natth had it's own secrets. Darth Lexor brought a hand to his belt, and withdrew the lightsaber imbued with a vexxtal crystal. Instantly, his power began to radiate from the lightsaber as well. The Vexxtal crystals were rare, but legendary conduits of the dark side. It was said that each strike left a wound that instantly became corrupted through the dark side. Now, for a Sith this wouldn't be necessarily horrible. But the Dark side is known for being capable of corroding flesh, tearing it apart down to the solid bone. To a Jedi, this sort of lightsaber would be an absolute nightmare to deal with.
"I am aware of Darth Malice, and the Dark Council. I am a Sith Lord. You take me for a fool, Sith. Our principles are paved with destruction, knowledge, betrayal. Violence and infighting has cursed our proud empire for ages. Wasted potential only met to be swallowed up by the jungles of Ziost, the sands of Korriban. To be locked away in unforgotten tombs. No, it would NOT be treason to effortlessly dispatch you. In fact it would be following our most ancient beliefs. But what demonstration of power is there in killing an apprentice? None, however; to teach them respect through pain. That is an entirely different level. I admire bravery, but disdain foolish behavior. You spoke up, stood to your feet in anger against an opponent you know nothing about. You've not attempted to calculate even the slightest idea of who I am, or what I am capable of."
Rahal Lexor began to slowly build the dark side of the force in tiny dosages. They were fast, but to small that it would nearly be impossible to sense. Cascading across his body, preparing for an epic battle of some sort if need be. Against an apprentice? Why. Because an apprentice should be capable of killing a master. It is in our laws. It is our ways. The Apprentice defeats the Master. Not today, not on some world which was obsolete without the lake. Through all this surge of energy, through all the emotions he suddenly created into a raging monster. His attention to detail was uncanny, focused on her and every little movement her tiny body made. Waiting for her to strike, waiting for the first sign that she was building the dark side in her body to strike against him. His eyes appeared to be that of a wolves, stalking it's prey. The way it flickered across her, hungry for battle. But alas, his body itself showed no other signs, his eyes the only thing that gave away his preparation. If this was a battle she wanted, then she would most certainly get it. The way his eyes drew across young Funami showed no remorse, no regrets for what was to come.
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Post by Funami Teriyaki on Jun 11, 2019 15:18:32 GMT -5
The menacing black smoke seemed to consume itself and vanish, just like that. The treacherous message of peace was immediately shattered by the Sith lord's act of snatching his lightsaber and brandishing it. When it came to lightsaber combat, the little girl felt confident, yet cautious. Very much aware of being physically disadvantaged, she had opted to study Makashi. It provided its practitioners with many ways of outmaneuvering bigger and stronger foes. But she did not reply to the unspoken challenge in kind. Rather than ignite the blade, Funami pushed the hilt beneath the robe and let it disappear beneath.
The girl waggled a finger.
“There is no destruction and betrayal among Sith! That’s against our laws. You should read them. Take me! I would absolutely never lie or cheat or stab another Sith in the back. Never! I am a good little loyal Sith who cannot lie and always tells the truth. Always!”
It was obviously completely true. All of it. Funami was physically incapable of lying because she was a little adorable girl and those never lied. The fact she had managed to maintain a stone cold expression with every little lie shamelessly passing through her lips further supported the claim.
“And while it is true I know nothing about your capabilities, I don’t care. You’ll show me anyway. Besides, you know nothing about me either.” Funami retorted and retrieved her parasol, propping its shaft against her right shoulder and twirling the handle in her hand for the effect. “Since it was my will that brought you here, I’ll tell you a secret. I’m actually an ancient goddess who inhabits this body as a vessel for her almighty spirit. I am thousands of years old and predate both Jedi and Sith. I could erase this entire system with a thought!”
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Ra'hal Lexor
The Sith Empire
Apr 24, 2019 22:39:34 GMT -5
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SE Rank: Sith Lord
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Post by Ra'hal Lexor on Jun 11, 2019 16:23:03 GMT -5
Ra'hal stared at her after she exposed to him this news. A Goddess? Darth Lexor did not make any facial expression, his fiery eyes burned into her eyes. But he began walking towards her, his body did not show a specific lightsaber form at the current time. But he did note the specific form for a solid moment, Makashi. Instantly, his training went back to his mind. Djem So, the form which counters the quite precise brutal strikes of Makashi. But at her height, why did she not use Ataru? This would put her at an advantage when it came to leaping. Nevertheless, all of these calculations ended. Her will brought Lexor here?
"The ancient Sith survived through destroying their superiors. Through treacherous acts, betrayal paved the way for the current Sith to blossom. I will return this ideology back to the Sith Empire, it is the proper way. I do not care about what you do. You do not matter to me, not yet. Your beliefs of the Sith are obsolete in my eyes, "Goddess". Erase this system, carve a way for your own power, or don't. It makes no difference to me. But if you do, I will make sure that you do not have the strength to move to another vessel. That much is true, you have my word."
As his foot steps paved way through the sand, the small dosage of the dark side power had accumulated in Darth Lexor's body at an alarming rate, all of a sudden the small dosages had created a tsunami of powerful bogan energy which spread along his body acting as a conduit. But would they truly need to fight? Is a fight necessary? Of course, fighting is a demonstration of strength. Fighting is a demonstration of power over those who are incapable of defending themselves. Ruling over the subordinates, crushing them below the heel. This was what Ra'hal longed for, servitude through oppression.
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Post by Funami Teriyaki on Jun 11, 2019 19:31:48 GMT -5
He was getting too close to her liking. Effortlessly, Funami raised her parasol, pointing its tip toward the lake and bent her legs in the knees ever so slightly. And she took off into the air, as if letting the wind blow her away. Robe fluttering in her wake, she flew over the water without ever breaking its mirror-like surface, over several rocks jutting out of the lake, toward the formation large enough to allow her feet find purchase. Her toes touched the coarse texture of the rock and she mentally cursed not wearing any shoes. Adopting a quizzical expression, she cast a look toward the Sith lord. The surge of power erupting through his presence was noticed, albeit ignored by the pink-haired child.
“Huh. Are you certain it was treachery itself and not ambition that strengthened the order and forced its development? What if the possibility of ever-present betrayal is just a way to nurture cunning? Perhaps all the laws that strip lower ranked Sith of any power and influence are intentional? Maybe removing subterfuge from Sith and enforcing the idea of collectivist unity creates a dim-witted army of simpletons who will never even consider the possibility of overthrowing their superior and challenge the Dark Council or the emperor himself? Have you considered the current incarnation of Sith is so chained by rules and laws the Force can’t possibly set them free because they place the good of the empire above themselves? Don’t you think spreading your heretical ideas openly will only get you killed? Maybe you should--… I dunno, pretend to be a harmless, adorable little girl until you have the power to tear the emperor apart?”
Her voice had changed, suddenly gaining the slightest hint of a threatening flare as she had deliberately opted to show the tiniest reflection of her true self. Just a taste; an appetizer to what she had in store.
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Ra'hal Lexor
The Sith Empire
Apr 24, 2019 22:39:34 GMT -5
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Post by Ra'hal Lexor on Jun 11, 2019 21:59:36 GMT -5
Ra'hal paused, watching her fly across with the use of a parasol. He couldn't help but grin, she used technology well. It was something that he could admire, yet again her words ringed true to his corrupted white ears. The Dark Council had created a group of Sith who put the Empire over themselves. Which in Lexor's own mind, was intelligent. But in the end it ultimately created an order of fake Sith. Dark Siders who adhered to the wishes of the Sith. Finally, Ra'hal understood what she was saying. The girl was acting weak as a disguise for her true intentions. She sought the throne, as did Darth Lexor. In his own way of course, the two were vastly different.
Lowering his lightsaber, his eyes merely fell upon her face, indicating she had captured his attention for a moment in time. Though if he wanted to, the Sith could've merely fold spaced and appeared right behind her, plunge his Vexxtal imbued lightsaber through her back, thus purging a potential contender. But they shared ideals.
"It would appear that we have mutual interests. You're stronger than you let others see. My only question is why you chose to show this to me, Ra'hal Lexor. Regardless, I am interested in what you are saying. To me, the Emperor's title is of little concern. I believe it to be a waste. Why be strive to be an Emperor. When you can be the Sith'ari? You and I may have vastly different ways of going about our move to power. But, perhaps our different doctrines can come together for common purpose."
His senses didn't low at all, his guard just as heightened in case the pink haired Goddess decided to have a sudden change of heart. But Lexor liked her, as much as a Sith could. Though they were polar opposites. Both sought power, knowledge, dominance over others. They acted like True Sith, but two different sides of it.
Funami Teriyaki,
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Post by Funami Teriyaki on Jun 12, 2019 9:39:08 GMT -5
Folding the back of her robe to ensure its soft fabric would host her well-shaped rear, she sat down on the rock and let her bare legs playfully dangle in the air, inches above the water. Through her mind’s eye, she could see right through the dark surface that reflected a perfect image of herself, sensing the raging Sith spirits down below. They wanted out, spiteful and lusting for revenge. Alas, even if she had the ability to set them free, Funami would not grant them the release they so desired. The lake was a well of power – she wished she could just seize it, empower herself with the unfathomable strength locked within the depths. The parasol’s shaft once more found itself leaning against her right shoulder.
“Ah, but lord Lexor. You’re a Sith lord. If you need to ask, you don’t deserve to know.” She said with a deliberate twinge of pity in her voice and shook her head with false regret.
She meant her words though. A Sith lord – especially one who wished to topple the emperor and tear down the old, stale order of things – had to embody guile and shrewdness. Alas, he had only displayed inability to see that behind the innocent face hid the mind of a calculating monster. But perhaps she had played her role too well. After managing to trick the emperor himself and successfully maintaining her juvenile façade under the watchful gaze of the Dark Council it became clear her deceitful cloak of youth and silliness was a well woven one.
“How can you be of use to me? You're just a Sith lord. I am an apprentice of a member of the Dark Council.” She retorted and let her purple eyes scrutinize his facial features while a cruel smile curled the corners of her lips. “Does it infuriate you? This system where apprentices of Dark Councilors effectively hold more power and influence than masters and lords? What are you going to do about it, lord Lexor?”
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Ra'hal Lexor
The Sith Empire
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Post by Ra'hal Lexor on Jun 12, 2019 10:37:41 GMT -5
Darth Lexor began to walk across the waters, using the smallest amount of the force to just levitate him slightly above. The dark side had continued to build in his body, his eyes swirled red. Though once she heard the doubt from her lips, the disrespect. It brought him back to a time when he was a boy. Tortured for being a human, unfit in the eyes of Sith Purebloods to hold the title. These thoughts only fed into his power however; as he was capable of channeling any negative emotion to his use. The dark side was a beast that needed to be fed, but also one that Darth Lexor had controlled. As a Sith Sorcerer, it required absolute dominance over the force.
"I don't care about your beloved system. You hold no power over me, if you think otherwise. Please, I welcome you to test your strength. This is the way of the Sith."
There dark side he had created began to manifest, however; it's creation was intriguing. What was made could was imperceptible to say the least. Created in a location that would most certainly be an open target to the girl, her rear, sides even perhaps. But what was created was not something that could be seen. Darkshear. The Spear of Midnight Black. It hadn't been used by any practitioners to date. The power itself one only several Sith Sorcerers in history had used. Which is why it was so intriguing as to how Ra'hal Lexor discovered it's power. Without warning, the imperceptible spear launched itself directly into an open side of Funami. At the speed it was coming, it would take much more than your average side step to avoid, but much more difficult was even picking it up to begin with. The Darkshear was created to be something that could not be sensed by a foe, Kyle Katarn used it on a Sith Lord who was even incapable of picking it up. The Spear of Midnight Black came forth without any hint being given from Ra'hal. His red eyes never left her own eyes. No, this wasn't some sort of sucker punch. Her words were a declaration of power over him, and this was something Ra'hal refused to let go so easily. If he had to create a supernova from the stars around Ambria to destroy this little vermin, he would. Why? For this was the way of the Sith, absolute destruction of any who opposed their power. True Sith thinking, thinking that has long been forgotten and forthwith has came a stale Sith Empire held by fear of their superiors.
From the very beginning, it was clear that Darth Lexor held the most traditional points of view regarding the Sith. His knowledge in the Force extensive, but also the way he held a lightsaber proved to be more than just pure talent. His life, it was devoted to becoming the true essence of power, the true essence of what a Sith is.
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Post by Funami Teriyaki on Jun 12, 2019 15:40:53 GMT -5
“You don’t care? Wasn’t it your intention to bring the worn-out system down just a moment ago? Could it be that you’re just looking for an excuse to wreak havoc? Are you aware of what happened to the last self-proclaimed Sith to openly challenge the Sith empire?” Funami beamed with a hint of mockery and happily kicked her legs. The tips of her toes eventually touched the surface and sent ripples in all directions, possibly alerting the wild beasts within the lake.
The unseen bolt of energy crashed and shattered against her equally invisible barrier. Purple eyes blinked. Protection was a trivial, yet infinitely useful application of psychokinesis. Many Sith looked down on it for its protective qualities and therefore some sort of possible association with the Jedi order – Funami thought such notions rubbish.
“Pity! What a pity!” She jeered with childish glee dripping off every word and sneered at his wasted effort.
It was just as she had said. His desire to show off worked in her favor. Figuring he would likely rain lightning on her head next, she pulled her legs from the water and stood up on the rock.
“You must reserve your rage for times when you can profit from it. If you spend absurd amounts of energy in a failed attempt to destroy a worthless ten year old brat… perhaps you don’t deserve any power and your ways should die with you.”
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Ra'hal Lexor
The Sith Empire
Apr 24, 2019 22:39:34 GMT -5
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SE Rank: Sith Lord
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Post by Ra'hal Lexor on Jun 13, 2019 10:20:51 GMT -5
"I do not openly challenge the Sith Empire. I am Sith, My allegiance is to the Sith Philosophy. I would enjoy watching others try to strip it from me."
Lexor smirked as the bol of hatred shattered upon the barrier, that was Sith Magic and a barrier withstood it. Nevertheless, that perked his interested. See, Lexor felt that it was a good thing for Sith to be prepared at all times. Most Sith would have been absolutely decimated by not having a protection upon themselves. Ra'hal merely listened to her ramble on about his rage, and his head tilted. Ra'hal was one who could accumulate these emotions without much of a problem. He didn't use them as normal people, but was trained to use them as a tool for destruction.
"My rage? That isn't rage, that's merely an orchestration of controlling emotions and channeling the dark side through small dosages to the point where by the time one would realize. Their life would be nearly ended. But of course, I didn't take in to account you'd have a barrier. Which in fact is an impressive thing. Most Sith wouldn't, out of pride. But pride leads to death faster than most other things. Admittedly, I underestimated you. I apologize."
Lowering his lightsaber back onto his belt, Ra'hal Lexor was pleased with the current situation. Seeing that she was no mere ridiculously arrogant Apprentice but someone of actual power. As he said, the Apprentice kills the Master. This girl could most likely easily do such a thing to her own. But is waiting for the proper time, for the proper pieces to fall into place. This is good thinking, Lexor would not underestimate the girl again. After learning of this most interesting power she held.
"Do tell, what are all your artifacts capable of? I'm surprised you've not created a Sith Sword."
Referring to the powerful swords that only higher members of the Sith attain. He was surprised only for the fact that she was powerful and did not boast it. Most Sith would, Lexor normally wouldn't but in the terms of being disrespected it appeared to be a small trigger.
Funami Teriyaki ,
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