2008-07-27 - A Domain of Evil

It feels like cold and death in this place.
King Ontio is thoroughly familiar with the atmosphere of this unhallowed place. He's felt it before, here and in other locales. Only on these grounds might he find the answers he seeks.
Relatively undisguised on this visit, the willowy monarch descends into the formerly obscured temple, his robes skirting the ground behind him. Domed, featureless eyes remained fixed ahead, upon a particular area. The place where his master was struck down by the Jedi. It's before that stain of blood that he finally pauses, drawing air into his lungs as his mind focuses.
There is a breeze in this place, seemingly coming from no where. It is chilling to the bone. The breeze whips up dust and small particles.
Kisaha is alerted to the likelihood of his suspicions by the breeze. This isn't exactly the sort of place where wind blows freely. The monarch's lengthy digits come together, weaving contemplatively against his midsection.
"I am King Kisaha Ontio, Dark Lord of the Sith," prounounces the Duros in his typically monotone voice. "On these grounds, the Dark Master was felled by the Jedi. He is now beyond my reach, lost to whatever fate has befallen him. I know that he is not dead, but until his return, it falls to me to ensure that the Order survives."
a pause. "If you are here, speak. Reveal yourself to me. I know that you are able, as I have met with your kind before. Those of the Sith who endure beyond death."
The breeze suddenly stills. But the dust in the air stays there and begins to swirl around quickly, perhaps forming a shape.
The grey-skinned monarch observes the potential manifestation with subdued interest. Rather than risking the possibility of the presence dissipating, he continues to goad it into existence.
"The Jedi violated this sacred place," says Ontio, "and used it to strike down the greatest hope the Sith have known in centuries. We cannot begin to imagine the condition he will return to us in. This is the most vulnerable we have ever been. If I am struck down as well - and the Jedi do know of me - it will leave only apprentices behind. We will fall."
"I need your guidance," says Kisaha, putting it simply. "You must give me the answers I seek."
The dust in the air begins to form... a face! There is hardly much definition, but the shape of a face is clear. The mouth opens and a monstrous moan rattles the Chapel!
"WE KNOOOOOWWWW YOU.... AHHHHHHHHH! The Sith.... willllll FAALLLLLLL!"
Kisaha has learned well from his twisted master. When met with the threats of the monstrous voice, he metes out his own. The Lord's normally placid voice grows hardened and resolute.
"The Sith will not fall," he retorts in all confidence. "Not if the correct decisions are made, the right moves taken. It is the Jedi who shall perish. Our Order is the crucible in which this galaxy will be purified, and they will not survive to see that perfect design realized."
"Give me your willingness to provide the information I seek, or I will put an end to you."
The dust face almost dissolves in the face of this tangible Sith's power! "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! What do you... SEEEK? What do you seek?"
Kisaha Ontio wastes no time in pressing to the point. Now that he has the spirit willing to listen, he's going to take full advantage of it.
"I seek the statuette into which the ancient Sith invested their power," he states. "I've utilized one before, and there were indications that another would be here, or direction toward another. However, my master was cut down by the Jedi on these grounds before he could share any further information with me."
Further explaining, Ontio states, "The Jedi are pursuing me. Soon, one of them will face me, of that I have no doubt. The power is necessary if I am to survive, and if the Order will survive in turn. Is it here? Where is it?"
"Gone... GONE... GOOOOOOOOOOONE!" The face's voice is one of anguish and defeat! "Seeeeeek the JEDIIIII! Seeek the Jedi! They are weakest where they are ..... STRONGEST!"
"Do not speak in riddles," retorts Ontio, his tone becoming increasingly cutting. The robed figure slowly approaches the dusty manifestation as he states, "You are still Sith, whether alive or dead. If you allow this conflict to end in a victory for the Jedi, you will have perished for nothing. The Light will win the ancient war."
"If they took the statuette elsewhere, and you do not know where, then tell me where to find another. We don't have the time to waste in blindly exploring the galaxy."
The face musters some of its old power and roars! "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" The Chapel trembles and the ancient walls creak!
"Find the Morrow! FIIIIND THE MORROW! FIIIND! THE! MORROOOOOOOOOOOW!"
The cold breeze of death returns as the dust begins to settle. "The Morrow... find the Morrow....."
Kisaha is growing increasingly annoyed. "You make no sense," hisses the Dark Lord, who is beginning to sense that this was a wasted visit. "Answer me directly and I will collapse the entrance to this place. You'll never again be disturbed. Leave me with this cryptic nonsense and I will see that your existence ends via the most agonizing method I can fathom."
"What is the Morrow?"
The breeze is tapering off to nothing quickly. It gives one last reply. "Find...... her........"
"Worthless." Kisaha deems the spirit's guidance less than satisfactory, apparently. The Dark Lord's hands part, willowy digits aligning with the air where the spirit had manifested itself. A torrent of foul energy bursts from his hands, arcs of lightning crackling hungrily through the air. A vain attempt to retaliate against the ghost for its less than revealing words.
"Seek the Morrow. Seek a female. That leaves me only half of the galaxy to sort through."
A tortured echo passes through the temple.
Category:July 2008 RP Logs