When Calamity Returns (Invite/Ask Only)

[lordember]

.:A cloudy, dark mist settled upon the dense jungle planet of Arkania, casing the desolate planet in a sense of forbidden darkness. The dense foliage was widespread, but eventually opened at an old, ruined temple. Dark green vines ran across it's ancient stone, dressing the old temple in an awaiting darkness. A humid wind ran its way across the landscape, whistling as it bustled itself through the door of the temple. Inside the temple was a small walkway, flanked by dark, gloomy pools of water. At the head of the hallway, a throne laid empty, obeying no master currently known to the realm of the universe. Off to the side was a deep stair case, made with cold, dark stone. A symbol of the ancient Sith was engraved upon the upper arch of the door. Beyond the door was a tomb of a great Sith - a tomb made for one who wasn't dead.

His head throbbed, and his dark eyes scanned the blackness of the tomb which he was laying in. His stiff hands tightened into dark, hating fists. He felt is soul sink into the abyss of the darkside of the force, his lips coming to a sly smirk as he felt its dark taint engulf him. His presence in the force was known only to him - his grip on the force cloaked his presence from the force. He pulled on the force slightly, and shot his broad arms outward. The top of the tomb burst open, sending shards of dust and stone to spread out, screeching among the floor. He hopped off the stone platform, looking at his hands. His right hand was charcoal black, burned to a crisp - everything else was normal... if you could say that of a Sith Lord. His piercing eyes traced the room, and a arrogant look traced itself across his face. He strode over towards the accompanying table, where his ancient lightsabers and assorted weapons were spread out across a black silk cloth. His right, charcoaled hand tightened around the cold metal hilt of his lightsaber. Then, suddenly, he unleashed his hate and frustration. The stone platform of his former tomb shattered into a million sharp pieces, stabbing at the dark, crusted floor. He put his lightsaber on his belt, and slammed his right fist into the stone wall. He brought up the hood of his black cloak, and strode towards the meditation room, his dark, gloomy eyes staring out into the darkness.:.

 

[Carden Mannux]

*Deep within Sith space, Carden reluctantly made his way to the beautiful simplicity that was Arkania. For one who had always felt he had more class and more respectability than most other Dark Lords of the Sith, Carden felt a dark ease each time he found a world such as the one he found himself on. His reason for being there was simple: curiosity and exploration. It was a thirst for things he did not know of that drove part of his life, though it was also one of the many things that had gotten him into a great deal of trouble years before. That was one of the many curses of Carden Mannux.

Stepping off of the vast, diamond rich tundra, he followed a dark Force signature through the dense foliage, making his way around vines and trees for what seemed to be kilometers on end. He hated such things, scowering through the wilderness looking for an unknown something. It was a deep-seated hatred, one that made its way all the way back to the times after he had been held on Dxun and before he had found Rajani, his only love other than the darkness, once again. Ever since he found and lost her once more, his life had been far more chaotic. The Obsidian Guard, the Sith Empire and the future children of the night all bore his name, a testament to the infinite power he had collected in just a few short years.

As the foliage gave way, he found the ancient, vine-laden Sith temple. He had heard of such a place, one that belonged to one of his former apprentices. Darth Calamity, his heir, had spoke of it once, though not in great detail. As he watched the dark figured move into the temple, a disgustingly humid wind hit his face and brought with it a repugnant odor that he would soon try to forget.

As he stepped into the temple, he ignored the polls of water and began his search for the man he now believed to be his former apprentice. His search brought him to a meditation chamber, one fitting for a Lord of the Sith. The large, elegant design had been built thousands of years earlier from the looks of it. Lining the walls were ancient blades, as well as numerous torches for light. The Dark Side of the Force was powerful within the chamber, many delicate mysteries obviously being contained within it.

As he turned, his suspicions were finally confirmed. His former heir, the former Dark Lord of the Sith, the one called Darth Calamity stood before him. A brief bit of anger flickered through him, though he quickly controlled it. It was most difficult, as he was staring into the eyes of the man that had turned his blessed empire over to the abomination Netharion and the fool that had once been entombed within the Citadel of Sorrow.

The man’s bleach white hair reflected the dim light around him, making it appear aflame. Carden smiled, though it wasn’t necessarily because he was pleased. He smiled because, like him, his former apprentice had also cheated what many believed was death. However, despite his surprise, he simply stood resolute.

He said nothing.*

 

[lordember]

.:.A masked hatred surged itself through the body of the sith lord, inching its way through each and every pore in Calamity's body. His dark, sundering eyes met those of his former master, and a smirk traced itself across Calamity's face - he thought it funny to see his former master, who walked out on his empire, leaving the Obsidian Throne to an empty owner. He brought himself off the floor, flexing his muscles, and fixed his robing. The sith lord drew himself up to his full height, his taunting white hair reflecting the blood-red flames from the surrounding light. For a moment, he wondered what Lettow had done in his absence, but that was of his own business. Calamity's charcoaled hand stroked itself through his bleach white hair. The Sith Lord was on the verge of unleashing his anger, especially since someone had come into this temple unwarranted. He walked towards a pillar in the center of the room, and traced his fingers across the old, bloodied metal of the ancient sith dagger. Feeling the cold metal put him at ease. His body turned around, his eyes back on Darth Lettow.

Calamity arrogantly walked towards his former master, bringing up his broad shoulders. He folded his arms across his chest, the black material pushing against the scars on his chest. There was unfinished business to be taken care of - not just in this temple, but throughout the galaxy. Calamity let the darkness and the history of Arkania flow into him once again, and he spoke - his deep voice snarled with darkness and force.:.

What brings you here?

.:.Calamity wanted answers, and knew that Lettow wasn't just here for sake of being in the temple. The eyes of Calamity looked emotionless towards the sith lord in front of him. A faint trickle of water broke the darkened silence.:.