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Ziost, former capital of the first Sith Empire; her glory lost to the ravages of time and her cities had felt the icy kiss of her winds. Were it not for the fact that there was no freeze-thaw action here, the ancient temples on her surface would've fallen to rubble than the icy ruins that remain in this day and age. Indeed, no longer did Sin'ryk care for Ziost's embrace; it would be a waste of energy to complain about it...he had much better things to gripe out instead. Yet this wasn't one of those times, for now was a time of surprise; none had expected for the Imperium's High Arcanist to come to the temple. Within the atrium, the Red Sith stood; his lean figure shrouded in his fur-lined robes and his hair woven into two braid, one for each shoulder that they flowed down upon; bound fast with a single gold ring that shone with rubies. Whilst his neck was bedecked with trinkets made from a mixture of tooth, bone, gold and silver.
Looking around the world with his second sight, the Darth reached out the full extent of his presence in the Force; cold tendrils of Dark Side energies snaked throughout the halls of Ziost's temple. Slithering throughout, they came bearing a message to pass to those who would head it. Darth Maleficar had come, to share his knowledge with the newest generation of Sith; one could only dream what a master of the highest Dark Side knowledge would offer to those who would listen. Indeed, even a scrap of wisdom was valuable from one such as he...yet the High Arcanist wasn't one to offer the scraps of his knowledge; you either partake fully of such a dark draught...or you stay away.
Looking around the world with his second sight, the Darth reached out the full extent of his presence in the Force; cold tendrils of Dark Side energies snaked throughout the halls of Ziost's temple. Slithering throughout, they came bearing a message to pass to those who would head it. Darth Maleficar had come, to share his knowledge with the newest generation of Sith; one could only dream what a master of the highest Dark Side knowledge would offer to those who would listen. Indeed, even a scrap of wisdom was valuable from one such as he...yet the High Arcanist wasn't one to offer the scraps of his knowledge; you either partake fully of such a dark draught...or you stay away.