Apollyon
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Korriban, birthplace of the Sith and home to the Temple where Titians were forged by the hands of Gods. The tempered heat of Korriban provided the perfect atmosphere for the bloodthirsty to train their Acolytes in a practical manner that would keep them constantly on guard. However, Acolytes on Korriban had more to fear then the constant leering threat of dehydration, here on Korriban, murder was common place among Acolytes and was often encouraged to weed out the weaker aspiring Sith. But today, a Sith Crusader known as Audroti has selected four Acolytes who he has deemed worthy enough to receive his teachings to clash in the elements. These four Acolytes will be taken deep into the Korriban Desert via transport where they will be locked in mortal combat and only two will return to the temple with the honor of learning from Audroti; the other two will either die or face the Korriban wastes utterly alone.
As the transport touched the ground deep in the Korriban wastelands Audroti turned to the aspiring Acolytes, each filled with Passion and Pride. His red eyes scanned over all four of them, all held great potential as tools for the Crusader, but only two of them would prove themselves worthy to carry his crest, his approval, and his lessons. Audroti would address the Acolytes before they were forced into hell, and forced to slay, maim, or disarm one another in combat.
“Acolytes, today you will prove yourself as superior to your peers. At the Academy all four of you stand as peers, but here in the wastes you are just obstacles to one another. Each of you agreed to fight here in an attempt to gain power over the other Acolytes, your Passions guided you to this point, and either those Passions will grant you the Strength to overcome the roaring winds, the harshness of the heat, and the tearing of the sands…or you will fail and die as nameless corpses upon Korriban’s unforgiving sands.
If you surrender you will be cut down.
If you retreat you will die.
If you show weakness you will perish.
The only way for you to survive this is by utilizing your training, trusting your Passions, and destroying two of your opponents; that is the only way you will survive, that is the only way you will return to the Academy in this transport. So Acolytes, rise up and grasp your fate from the stars as both Lord Vereor and I once had to do or perish.” Audroti spoke as he faced the Acolytes from his seat in the cockpit.
With a press of a button the side doors to the transport slid open with a hiss and instantly the Acolytes would be buffeted by the howling winds of the Korriban desert and forced from the transport, into the eternal desert of Korriban. Once the Acolytes had been forced from the transport Audroti would turn to face the Sith he viewed as his mentor, Lord Vereor.
“Shall we join them my Lord? I wouldn’t subjugate my own prospective pupils to something I was not entirely sure I could withstand myself. Plus what are the howling winds of Korriban to true Sith? My ancestors broke this planet; it will still bow to my will.” Audroti suggested as he pressed the button to seal the transport once again.
Audroti would pause to hear Vereor’s response, but whether the Sith Lord chose to stay within the safe and cool climate of the transport or not Audroti would exit. He wished to witness his prospects clash first hand; he wished to see which would be true Sith with his own eyes. Audroti pulled the hood of his cloak over his head to protect himself from the raging winds and buffeting sands and then stepped out of the transport and onto the Red sands which was his by birthright.
(OOC: Allow Rom to post after mine, I will be setting up an “Observatory Thread” for him and I to interact in while we monitor this thread and the OOC thread for reports or any signs of Meta gaming/God modding. Once his post is up feel free to immediately begin cutting one another down, MAY THE BEST SITH PREVAIL!)