It was a simple conundrum Malerion had fallen upon, as he slowly crafted his grand plan. It was one that continuously repeated itself no matter how he changed other aspects within his own plan and seemingly from history the plans of every other Sith who rose to power over millennia. He had sat and chewed upon it for days with little progress so he had ventured out into the wider history of the Dark Side to see if he could find a solution to his problem. Perhaps he had found it.
But for him to solve it he would need someone with knowledge and power he did not have nor had the time, energy or desire to fully master the hundreds of variations of it until he got to his desired results. Malerion wanted the quick and simple answer to his question, so he had gone looking through the records of the Order before its near collapse from the Imperial Uprising and had found a few candidates. One was too powerful for him to truly approach, another had vanished back to her homeworld and he doubted he would ever get her to divulge her nature. So he came to a third, an Annfyn by the name of Caerllion.
So Malerion had reached out to the man, a seemingly growing master in the Arcane arts and had called him to meet at a house Malerion had liberated from a Sith Traitor. It was the same building he had met Trace in a few days earlier. An older style compared to the super modern buildings built around but it didn’t stick out like a sore thumb in the neighbourhood. The Sith was sitting in what was the living room, a pair of tablets resisting on the sofa next to him, another in his hand. Details of the traitor Sith’s bank accounts flowing passed his fingers. “Oh Miss Storm, you truly did sell your soul to the devil.” He said with a smirk.
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But for him to solve it he would need someone with knowledge and power he did not have nor had the time, energy or desire to fully master the hundreds of variations of it until he got to his desired results. Malerion wanted the quick and simple answer to his question, so he had gone looking through the records of the Order before its near collapse from the Imperial Uprising and had found a few candidates. One was too powerful for him to truly approach, another had vanished back to her homeworld and he doubted he would ever get her to divulge her nature. So he came to a third, an Annfyn by the name of Caerllion.
So Malerion had reached out to the man, a seemingly growing master in the Arcane arts and had called him to meet at a house Malerion had liberated from a Sith Traitor. It was the same building he had met Trace in a few days earlier. An older style compared to the super modern buildings built around but it didn’t stick out like a sore thumb in the neighbourhood. The Sith was sitting in what was the living room, a pair of tablets resisting on the sofa next to him, another in his hand. Details of the traitor Sith’s bank accounts flowing passed his fingers. “Oh Miss Storm, you truly did sell your soul to the devil.” He said with a smirk.
@LouJoVi