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"While I do not condone her methods..." began the Darth, "there is a necessity to having her sit upon the throne. The last thing we need is another power struggle at this critical stage; it creates opportunity for our enemies to exploit a further divided Imperium." After a stroke of his cheek tendrils, accompanied by a subtle shake of his head, Sin'ryk continued. "But never mind politics, here we must focus on matters of the arcane."
In due time, the High Arcanist led the younger Sith to next place where he felt the Dark Side thin the veils between the realms of the living and the dead; as they drew closer, he could hear the constant wet pitter-patter of falling rain upon dilapidated stone. Entering he could easily see for himself why the skies had unleashed their wet torrents upon the inside of the temple; the chamber itself wasn't particular noteworthy...save for the fact that it had a gaping hole within the ceiling and the flora-strewn floor was itself adorned in scattered debris. Sin'ryk's Force Sight could easily make out the coils of Dark Side energies within the clouds, causing the heavens to lash against the moon. That was when suspicion began to manifest within the Red Sith. He held his prosthetic hand up in a fist, gesturing for Ayindri to stop; after that, he stepped forward into the area that was completely exposed to the volatile skies. Swiftly, his clothes and skin began to grow wet from the falling precipitation; he stopped for a moment, relishing the cold feel upon his skin. For a desert-born being such as himself, no amount of rain was enough for the Darth; yet such a feeling would be gone swiftly. In that instant, he felt the Dark Side stir aggressively within the skies; defensive instincts triggered, the High Arcanist drew upon the Force to catapult himself out of the rain. Merely seconds later, an immense coil of lightning struck where he had stood with an immense amount of force. Its impact scattered charred pieces of stone. In the lightning's wake, the immense boom of thunder followed; with the Red Sith's own sensorial-deprived, enhanced hearing, it was absolutely deafening, causing him to noticeably grit his pointed tooth. In response to this situation, Sin'ryk spoke wryly.
"Well, methinks those complicates our task at hand...don't you think so my dear?"
@Intratec
In due time, the High Arcanist led the younger Sith to next place where he felt the Dark Side thin the veils between the realms of the living and the dead; as they drew closer, he could hear the constant wet pitter-patter of falling rain upon dilapidated stone. Entering he could easily see for himself why the skies had unleashed their wet torrents upon the inside of the temple; the chamber itself wasn't particular noteworthy...save for the fact that it had a gaping hole within the ceiling and the flora-strewn floor was itself adorned in scattered debris. Sin'ryk's Force Sight could easily make out the coils of Dark Side energies within the clouds, causing the heavens to lash against the moon. That was when suspicion began to manifest within the Red Sith. He held his prosthetic hand up in a fist, gesturing for Ayindri to stop; after that, he stepped forward into the area that was completely exposed to the volatile skies. Swiftly, his clothes and skin began to grow wet from the falling precipitation; he stopped for a moment, relishing the cold feel upon his skin. For a desert-born being such as himself, no amount of rain was enough for the Darth; yet such a feeling would be gone swiftly. In that instant, he felt the Dark Side stir aggressively within the skies; defensive instincts triggered, the High Arcanist drew upon the Force to catapult himself out of the rain. Merely seconds later, an immense coil of lightning struck where he had stood with an immense amount of force. Its impact scattered charred pieces of stone. In the lightning's wake, the immense boom of thunder followed; with the Red Sith's own sensorial-deprived, enhanced hearing, it was absolutely deafening, causing him to noticeably grit his pointed tooth. In response to this situation, Sin'ryk spoke wryly.
"Well, methinks those complicates our task at hand...don't you think so my dear?"
@Intratec
