Zazai Ta'Resh
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Korriban - Twilight
The Rite of Ta'Reshai was a pilgrimage his clan and many others had taken over hundreds of generations before they had been beaten in slavery. Zazai was the last of his clan but would be the first member to complete it over a hundred years. Its completion would mark the rebirth of Clan Ta'Resh or it would forever die with his failure,
The Rite was always completed in pairs, often with two Sith who had never known one another but had proven themselves capable warriors and leaders. The reason behind this was long lost to history, but it had served to form bonds and kinship with other clans and families in the past and Zazai had hoped it would do so again.
It was a dangerous journey. It would take full night and day of walking through the treacherous Korriban wastes followed by a grueling climb up a jagged mountain to the entrance of the tomb. Then they would need to find there way to the burial chamber deep beneath the surface and complete the ancient ritual. All they could bring was their mundane swords and the components required for the ceremony. With the completion of the ritual, their blades would be imbued with the Dark Side, elevating from a mere metal sword into a thing of power.
The pool of capable Pureblood Sith in the Order of which to complete the ritual with was small. Zanna Kresh had built a reputation as a fierce warrior. She seemed to embrace the rule of the Empress as he had and her family was steeped in the history and traditions of their people.
The preparations had been made and the time would soon arrive when they would leave. He waited for her at the edge of the temple grounds, looking east towards their destination. He had forgone his usual armor as per tradition and wore simple black pants and shirt. The skin on his arms and chest were littered with the scars of both his life as a slave and a Knight.
As he waited, the afternoon began to turn into night, full moon already high in the sky as it burned a brilliant orange in the dying day.