The Arcanist was back, but armed with far more knowledge this time than last. He had returned to the Unknown Region and scoured the teachings of the Sith Eternal to find evidence of what this place was.
The enclave here on Tund had once been the home of the Sorcerers of Tund. Around the time of the fall of the last Sith Empire, they had been led by Darth Cain, who had disappeared around the time of the Imperial fall. It had been suspected he was killed in the final battle along with the rest of the Sith, but Talak now had his suspicions.
Deep in the jungles of the region, he waited. His mask was in place but his eyes were shut behind it as he waited deep in meditation. The last time he had been here it had nearly cost him dearly, and this time he was far more prepared. He channeled the darkness of the Arcanist and one of his hands ran unconsciously over his forearm. The deep burns to his forearms were healed, but the scars would linger for the rest of his days. The tissue was twisted and most of the sensation was gone.
He needed to be prepared for whatever may come.
Another member of the Sith Eternal had responded to his request for a partner in this particular expedition. He didn't know the man - which meant he didn't trust him - but he didn't want to risk the life of someone else down here with him. It sounded brutal, but for all the good Talak wanted to do, he was still a darksider. He would need to be to survive what would come.
The enclave here on Tund had once been the home of the Sorcerers of Tund. Around the time of the fall of the last Sith Empire, they had been led by Darth Cain, who had disappeared around the time of the Imperial fall. It had been suspected he was killed in the final battle along with the rest of the Sith, but Talak now had his suspicions.
Deep in the jungles of the region, he waited. His mask was in place but his eyes were shut behind it as he waited deep in meditation. The last time he had been here it had nearly cost him dearly, and this time he was far more prepared. He channeled the darkness of the Arcanist and one of his hands ran unconsciously over his forearm. The deep burns to his forearms were healed, but the scars would linger for the rest of his days. The tissue was twisted and most of the sensation was gone.
He needed to be prepared for whatever may come.
Another member of the Sith Eternal had responded to his request for a partner in this particular expedition. He didn't know the man - which meant he didn't trust him - but he didn't want to risk the life of someone else down here with him. It sounded brutal, but for all the good Talak wanted to do, he was still a darksider. He would need to be to survive what would come.