MUST READ: DECREE: New High Lord and Arch Lord of the Temple.

[Jaqen H'ghar]

Word quickly spreads across the Temple, the bogan called for a gathering in his chambers. There is food and wine set at a long table, the chairs numbering the table are enough for the masters. Crusaders may stand as, honorary invites though they will not dine. Acolytes will learn of what transpired from their masters later on.

At the head of this table is the Bogan on his thrown of skulls. There are not one large set marble throne beside him now, but two. One is on his right hand, the other on his left, though farther away. The symbolism is obvious, as both have certain engravings in them and the distance marked obviously. Those who occupied these seats would be close to the bogan, though one perhaps closer in line to the throne than the other. Perplexing given that there is only one Highlord, yet two seats...

The Bogan sits, as do the masters as you enter the room, the seats remain empty. Issan, the high lord stands near the throne but does not sit, it appears she is waiting for something, or perhaps someone...

Those who come in sit, curious as to why this event was called, clearly something so grand is not held often in these dark and unhallowed halls. As people come and sit, and crusaders stand the bogan waits quietly. Soon however he speaks, those who are late would not be attending it would seem, as the doors closed as the last person entered.

"I would like to announce..." he says trailing off as everyone grew quiet. "My current High Lord accells at her duties here in the temple. Without her work you would all no doubt be fat lazy slobs and utterly worthless to me and my designs. Without her fear she instills in your masters you no doubt would not be trained. Without her I would not have been able to achieve for us, all that I have." He said, there was a tinge of pride in his booming voice, but whether it was for the achievements of the order or of Issan failed to be revealed.

"This is why I have created a grand position. Arch Lord of the Temple." He says, motioning for tanoor to sit in the marble throne at his left in one sweeping gesture. "Or in this case, Arch Lady of the Temple." He brought his hands together and clapped several times. Everyone else did as well. The Bogan brought up his hand for silence. "This new position will be on par with the high lord within the temple." He goes on to explain. "I expect not one ounce of respect to be removed from the Arch Lady in your eyes. She thrives in this roll, where many, if not all of you would fail. However running my temple leaves her other duties as High Lord taxed, which is why I am giving her this position, and raising up another of my favorite disciples." He says, everyone waits in baited breath.

"Your new High Lord, is Master Nescius Caedo. From now on you will address him as High Lord. He exemplifies everything I hope for this order should I ever fail in my duties as Bogan. Treat him with the respect you give to your Arch Lady or he will simply strike you down if he feels the need."

It was unknown if this was a joke or not, but regardless the Bogan continues. "Now, let us celebrate, then return back to our acolytes and other duties." With that he rose his glass to the High Lord and drank, kicking off the festivities, if one could call a gathering of the most evil force users in the galaxies such a thing.

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[Emma Lou]

Zara had taken her seat before the announcement was made and sipped her glass of wine. It was very generous of the Bogan to provide such good wine and food for such an occasion. The announcement was made and a small smile grew on her face as the other masters whispered among themselves. This would be too perfect.

It had long been her plan to raise through the ranks of the Bogan until she was one of the most powerful. Was it a crazy dream? No. She had become a specialized master in ten years so she knew she could take the top ranks in no time at all.

Why was this announcement so grand for her plan? She was going on a mission with the new High Lord. Before this announcement he was just someone in Bogans inner circle, which was good enough, but now he was more powerful. This would be her importunity to get in with the right people and prove herself.

 

[Ols]

Nescius was not a particular fan of pomp and ceremony. Even in his capacity as Count of Serenno, he found it time consuming and unnecessary. But he went along with it, as if it were the best way he could imagine this announcement being made. He was sitting near the front. Obviously, being in the inner circle of the Bogan, he knew what was coming. Well, he knew he was being elevated to a greater position, he was not expecting the seats to speak the volumes that they did. And he did not know which he was meant to fill. As the Bogan had instructed him, he was sitting at a bench with other masters, sipping wine and dressed similarly smartly, in a black shirt, close fitting and with one or two extra buttons left undone before the collar, black trousers, again made to fit and usual leather boots. His lightsaber was hanging almost ceremoniuosly at his belt. The sleeves of the shirt were rolled up his forearms, and he wore wristbands and bracelets of black leather or silver with the odd black stones. A couple of rings and neck decoration followed similar suit: silver and black. Compared to how he had looked merely a day before at dinner on Coruscant, he was unrecognisable as the kind and intelligent Count of Serenno.

The Bogan invited Isan to sit. Oh no... That only meant one thing. The chair to the right of the Bogan, the one Isan would have once occupied, was being given to Nescius. Through all his years knowing Isan, he had only the greatest respect for her. Indeed, more than that, they knew each other well and had developed a relatviely close friendship, all treachery of the Dark Side considered. He hoped against hell that she would not think he had worked to surplant her, to oust her from her position. He had had, and still did have, many goals unbeknownst to even his own closest confidantes, but that had never been one of them. Still, she might recognise that such a move was typical of the Bogan, she had been his closest soul for long enough to realise that. As long as her blood was not boiling at having her position traversed in order to make way for a new favourite of the Bogan. No, no matter which way Nescius spun it in his own mind, he could not imagine how she would not see him as a mercenary usurper. And losing his friendship with her was not something he wanted, or indeed needed right now. Rebuilding it could take a lot of hard work and trust building, exercises he had had time for as an acolyte and crusader, but not now. Damn.

His name was called, and he stood, smiling, and walked over to the marble throne, hoping it was more comfortable than it looked. Another little part of the ceremony and image he was not overly fond of. At least in his County mansions and lairs he had comfortable chairs to laud in. He turned an sat. The chair was not so bad, he would get used to it, he hoped. He looked over the masters and standing crusaders, wondering if anyone would approach him, or if he was meant to get up from the throne and do the meet and greet once the feast was in full flow. For once, Nescius did not know exactly what to do next, he was in a position that was not easy for him to read or operate. It excited him, he felt younger and invigorated from it. He waited, sipping a glass of wine and resting it on one of the great arms of his seat.

 

[Ser Gregor]

Issan smiled and bowed her head to her master, before moving to take the seat to his left, freshly carved by some of the failed acolytes she kept around to help her run the temple. The way she moved, though, seemed odd. It was as if she let herself be carried by an unseen wind her movements were so graceful.

She was silent, and watching Nescius intently as she crossed her legs demurly, her hands on the armrests. She stretched out with the force, just enough to sense his initial reactions.

She couldn't help but laugh silently to herself. His reaction was to be expected, and a part of her was flattered that he thought so highly of their friendship. If only he knew this had come at the suggestion of Issan herself, although the Bogan hadn't known it. She let him think it was his idea, like she always did.

The fact of the matter was, she didn't want a place of leadership. She was comfortable in her possition as High Lady, and now, Lady of the Temple. It gave her the freedom she needed to go about her own goals.

'Relax, Nescius, I do not want for power. I am simply relieved the Bogan chose someone as capable as yourself',she sent, through the force, to the Count.