The Typhojem Temple of Feros

**THE TEMPLE OF TYPHOJEM**

IC Terrogate

154ABY

House Feros task, take your first kill as a Sith.

Terrrogate stepped forward and approached a Priestess, a Chiss... her glowing red eyes were twin beacons under her robes hood highlighting her smooth blue face. Between 20 and 25 years in age he guessed. Despite Terrogate’s size she did not seem afraid, she was void of emotion.. Although Chiss were known to be able to hide emotions, Terrogate could tell... she was ready to lay down her life for her God and Master. He addressed her directly.

“Priestess, from the force we are made, and to the force we shall return.. Are you ready to sacrifice yourself and become one with the Darkside in the name of Typhojem the Left handed God, here in his very house?”

The woman sat quietly as the Apprentice approached her. She had heard rumors of one of the leaders of the house taking a new apprentice, and this must have been him. Years she had worked to avoid emotion. To force it from her mind so that she may better serve her true God and serve him properly. 'Was now the time for her to join him? Was this the being to send her to him? Perhaps.' The woman lowered her head as the apprentice spoke. He spoke the truth in that we are all of the force, but was it truly a sacrifice to be sent to one's God? 'No. It's an honor and a dream.'

"Apprentice to the Knight Deleritas I assume? If it be the Lord Typhojem's will I will gladly join him today, however, if you are to do the deed and complete your task then I demand that it is done in a way that I choose. I wish for electricity to end my life. If you can do that then you have my permission."

Terrogate listened to the young Chiss priestess and answered. “Yes it is I, I trust you know why I have come.. And that our meeting is the will of the force...” She nodded, “I do..” she replied, the Chiss priestess laid bare her request Terrogate , although her words held weight she still showed no emotions at all, at least physically. He moved closer to her ever still, until he could see her breath among the chill of the temples cool air. His near 7 foot broad frame dwarfed her, he was smooth and calm in his movements, silent, patient.

Both intrigued at her willingness to die at a moment’s notice and impressed by her unquestionable dedication to her god and master Terrogate took the opportunity to try and understand more about her and the order before he took her life.

“Look here girl”, he said gesturing upwards to the enormous mural on the ceiling of the Temple. The picture showed the God Typhojem, massive, like a mountain in a raging sea. There was also a boat, with 2 humanoid sailors pointing at him, the sky blackened and thunderous..  Terrogate spoke again.. “Tell me what you see, do you invasion yourself on the boat…? do you think you can navigate your way to your God before the sea takes you..?”

“No”… she said, and looked up at Terrogate for the first time showing emotion in her eyes, focused, certain.. again she spoke, “I AM the boat.”  The sky and sea are the force and I am a vessel cast on its waves… it doesn’t matter if I am empty or full, if I am complete or broken the current of the force is all powerful and guides me to my Master, I will wash shore the beach of the All Mighty Left Handed God and he will see me, whole or in a thousand pieces it matters not... and I will be at peace.”

She reaches out towards Terrogate with her left hand balled into a fist. She opens her hand and in her open palm is an amulet on a chain with the depiction of Typhojem’s symbol on it. “Here, I want you to have this and remember this day always, that there is a greater power, that he rules supreme and we are all his servants , vessels,  just waiting be set out to sea and find our way back to him..”

Terrogate reaches out and takes the amulet, it’s gold with black and green etchings, the chain is made from a metal he has not seen before, it is red like wild fire .. like the priestess eyes.... it’s beautiful..  “Thank you”, says Terrogate. I shall indeed remember this day, and I will wear this in honour of you dedication and your gift to your God and Maser. He turns the amulet over and on the back is a small etching in the bottom.. It says “Deyja”. Terrogate assumes this is the Chiss priestess name but he does not ask. He places the amulet around his neck asks “Are you ready to ascend.”

She says nothing but looks upwards, towards the roof, towards the Mural of her god Typhojem and the raging sea… she raises her arms to it, unblinking she chants.. Softly at first but her voice slowly grows louder at each repeat of her words… “ I am the vessel, I am the vessel, I AM THE VESSEL!!”

Terrogate positions himself behind the Priestess, holds his hands just inches from each side of her head… still she chants, faster and faster… Terrogate closes his eyes and summons in the dark side of the force, he waits until he feels it in his muscles, filling his very fibers , everything and everyone in the temple has faded away , it’s just him and the Priestess’s chants in his mind.. And at once Terrogate unleashes a blast of lighting from his hands, into the Chiss Priestess and her body tenses and convulses with the electricity emanating from Terrogates hands now running through her system… After a few seconds Terrogate cannot longer sustain the stress and he releases… The Priestesses body slumps to the cold stone floor of the temple.. steaming and burnt… dead. Tucking the amulet back into his robes he turns and walks back to the rest of the group..