Dinkus Mayhem
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There was nothing in this life that Dray'sek desired more than knowledge. To understand the mysteries of the Dark Side was his only goal, for he knew that with such knowledge would come true power. Many Sith saw power as merely a physical thing, something that could be used to control others or to win victory on the field of battle. Dray'sek did not view it as such, yes it had that practical use, but he believed that limiting himself to such a narrow definition would only hold him back.
Long ago he had come to know of Alchemy and Sith Magic, and since that day he sought the means to acquire mastery in those fields. Finding a Sith capable of training him however was not so easy, very few focused on those fields of study. As it turned out, the person Dray'sek did find ended up being none other than Silas, High Arcanist of the Sith Order.
As the Twi'lek strode down the hall approaching the room of Silas, also known as Darth Animus, he considered his good fortune to be trained by one of the most powerful Sith in the order. Surely the Force favored him, Dray'sek perceived it as a sign that he was just beginning a journey that would lead him directly to the upper echelons of the Order.
Finally reaching the door to his destination, the private study of Silas himself, Dray'sek found the entry ajar. Odd that his door would be cracked open like that, it seemed such a careless act to have not secured it. Taking a risk however, Dray'sek cautiously pushed open the door and softly stepped inside.
Scattered around Silas' large main room were several sturdy workbenches. The nearest workbench was cluttered with small boxes, tubes and pouches, all of which looked like they had been violently shoved to one side in a fit of rage, causing many of them to fall off the workbench onto the floor. Many had broken, littering the floor with powders, dusts, sands, earths and stones of many odd colors and varieties, creating a kaleidoscopic mess of vibrant colors and pungent smells. Amidst the clutter were two large round glowing glass globes that pulsated with dark side power.
The rest of the workbenches were pushed together, making one large, uneven makeshift table. It, too, was cluttered with all manner of unimaginable oddities, all of which were scattered like debris in the wake of a giant funnel cloud that hung over the whole room.
There were fresh stains, wet alchemical substances, and clinging powders on the ceiling and walls, some still oozing down into the chaotic mess on the floor.
Shelves and racks hung on every free space the walls provided, filled with unevenly pilled books and datapads. Some piles looked like they had gotten so high that they had tumbled over, scattering books about the floor, adding yet another touch of madness to the already insanely messy room.
On the far side of the room behind a desk was a small fireplace with a roaring fire crackling. A large pot sat in the fireplace, precariously balanced on a sputtering log, steam rising from the golden fluids boiling within. The side of the pot was smashed in as if it had been hit by a mad wookiee. Many of the logs in the fireplace were wet and steaming from the heat. Some of the pot's contents had spilled out onto the floor, forming wet trails into the colorful mess of other alchemical substances.
So chaotic was the scene before him that Dray'sek could only stand in stunned silence for many moments, wondering in dismay how anyone could work in such surroundings. His own private rooms were by contrast kept in a state of meticulous order and cleanliness, Dray'sek considered it a sign of great discipline to not allow himself or his belongings to be left in a state of disarray. Apparently Silas did not share that view.
Finally past his initial shock Dray'sek looked over the rest of the room, he was amazed to realize that he had not even noticed Silas sitting across the room behind a large desk apparently writing notes or scribbling down results to some recent experiment. It did not matter what he was doing really, Dray'sek knew that he was expected so as the door was open he felt invited.
Without announcing himself he tried to make his way through the mess on the floor without disturbing anything, after all who knew what the results would be if he so much as dipped a toe into the various liquids laying about. Finally with much effort Dray'sek reached the desk of Silas, he stood for a brief moment before he suspected that the Sith Lord would not look up from his task, with his own hands clasped behind his back and under his cloak he broke his silenced and addressed Silas.
"Lord Animus." He addressed him properly as was due his rank, the Twi'lek added nothing further. He would not presume to think that Silas wanted him to say anything more, or in fact that he would need anything more from the Acolyte. He would simply wait in silence and allow Silas to finish his task.
Long ago he had come to know of Alchemy and Sith Magic, and since that day he sought the means to acquire mastery in those fields. Finding a Sith capable of training him however was not so easy, very few focused on those fields of study. As it turned out, the person Dray'sek did find ended up being none other than Silas, High Arcanist of the Sith Order.
As the Twi'lek strode down the hall approaching the room of Silas, also known as Darth Animus, he considered his good fortune to be trained by one of the most powerful Sith in the order. Surely the Force favored him, Dray'sek perceived it as a sign that he was just beginning a journey that would lead him directly to the upper echelons of the Order.
Finally reaching the door to his destination, the private study of Silas himself, Dray'sek found the entry ajar. Odd that his door would be cracked open like that, it seemed such a careless act to have not secured it. Taking a risk however, Dray'sek cautiously pushed open the door and softly stepped inside.
Scattered around Silas' large main room were several sturdy workbenches. The nearest workbench was cluttered with small boxes, tubes and pouches, all of which looked like they had been violently shoved to one side in a fit of rage, causing many of them to fall off the workbench onto the floor. Many had broken, littering the floor with powders, dusts, sands, earths and stones of many odd colors and varieties, creating a kaleidoscopic mess of vibrant colors and pungent smells. Amidst the clutter were two large round glowing glass globes that pulsated with dark side power.
The rest of the workbenches were pushed together, making one large, uneven makeshift table. It, too, was cluttered with all manner of unimaginable oddities, all of which were scattered like debris in the wake of a giant funnel cloud that hung over the whole room.
There were fresh stains, wet alchemical substances, and clinging powders on the ceiling and walls, some still oozing down into the chaotic mess on the floor.
Shelves and racks hung on every free space the walls provided, filled with unevenly pilled books and datapads. Some piles looked like they had gotten so high that they had tumbled over, scattering books about the floor, adding yet another touch of madness to the already insanely messy room.
On the far side of the room behind a desk was a small fireplace with a roaring fire crackling. A large pot sat in the fireplace, precariously balanced on a sputtering log, steam rising from the golden fluids boiling within. The side of the pot was smashed in as if it had been hit by a mad wookiee. Many of the logs in the fireplace were wet and steaming from the heat. Some of the pot's contents had spilled out onto the floor, forming wet trails into the colorful mess of other alchemical substances.
So chaotic was the scene before him that Dray'sek could only stand in stunned silence for many moments, wondering in dismay how anyone could work in such surroundings. His own private rooms were by contrast kept in a state of meticulous order and cleanliness, Dray'sek considered it a sign of great discipline to not allow himself or his belongings to be left in a state of disarray. Apparently Silas did not share that view.
Finally past his initial shock Dray'sek looked over the rest of the room, he was amazed to realize that he had not even noticed Silas sitting across the room behind a large desk apparently writing notes or scribbling down results to some recent experiment. It did not matter what he was doing really, Dray'sek knew that he was expected so as the door was open he felt invited.
Without announcing himself he tried to make his way through the mess on the floor without disturbing anything, after all who knew what the results would be if he so much as dipped a toe into the various liquids laying about. Finally with much effort Dray'sek reached the desk of Silas, he stood for a brief moment before he suspected that the Sith Lord would not look up from his task, with his own hands clasped behind his back and under his cloak he broke his silenced and addressed Silas.
"Lord Animus." He addressed him properly as was due his rank, the Twi'lek added nothing further. He would not presume to think that Silas wanted him to say anything more, or in fact that he would need anything more from the Acolyte. He would simply wait in silence and allow Silas to finish his task.
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