Place of the Way (Of the Dark Siiiiiiide)

[Halmo'de Torobah]

Open to all Sith, Hutt/Sith-friendly Independent characters - Death Disabled

Halmo'de stood proudly in the courtyard of his modest personal compound, built a stone's throw away from his newly mented Training facility. This 'Dojo', as he called it, would effectively be his personal training ground, but also a place for Sith and trusted Sith allies to come train, pass along knowledge and mold the next generation of Sith Warriors.

With a joint of Canna hanging from his lips, he looks on from his modest home built off to the side of the compound, Halmo'de looked on proudly at the final product of his endeavors. The Dojo was built on an elevated concrete base, for maximum stability, having dug down into the sand several meters, to ensure the shifting sands of the Korribani desert didn't sweep away his sacred training grounds.

Food, drink and many other vices were offered to guests in the kitchen of his small Manor outside the dojo, however, he made it unmistakably clear to the guests that none of it was to be taken into the Dojo.

With a snap of his fingers, his joint was lit, and made his way back to the party inside.

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Spoiler: OOC

(This is my attempt at a party thread, dudes, I'm not real good at this sort of thing, but I wanted to do something other than a mission or Open thread, while still building a backstory for Halmo'de and his ambition to become a great teacher and famed warrior among the Sith. Other than that, this is meant to just be a fun thread for Sith and Sithfriendskis. So go nuts as I know you all to do so well. I'm

 

[Xornoth Sk'ar]

Xornath had arrived earlier to the 'party' with a handful of Sith that he had only recently been acquainted with. It was clear that for him to succeed in this new Empire, that he would have to make personal connections and likeminded individuals if he wanted to survive and thrive.

He did recognize one, that is the host of the little get together as Halmo'de Torobah although he had never met him, he had heard a few stories and rumors that floated about his past deeds. A small glass of some unknown beverage to keep him the company would ease any tension that had settled upon the Kalesh as he waited to see how things developed.

 

[Serie Fond]

Serie walked into the small manor and.looked around somewhat briefly. She wasn't usually the type to go to social events, but with the politics of the order ever changing, she would adapt and survive. Of anything, she thought to herself, she would actually thrive. She hailed one of the servants and got herself a drink before making her way through the other attendees. She was wearing a short black dress along with corellian leather heels.


She checked her reflection in a mirror for a brief moment, making sure her hair still looked decent, before looking over at the dojo that was built. She scoffed to herself. Surely whoever had built it should have realized that martial prowess is nothing compared to the force. She almost whispered to herself as she looked at the curious building.

 

[Halmo'de Torobah]

Halmo'de returned to the party where a Kaleesh, and another Sith Master, whose name he'd only heard in passing stood in front of a mirror, checking her reflection, hearing her mutter something under her breath. He approached her, as she looked out toward the dojo.

"A beautiful building is it not? It'll be there that I train the next generation of Sith Warriors. The facilities on the inside still need callibrated, but I plan to begin training IDF and Sith within the week. You should sit in on a session one day," he said.