OOC: Open to all Sith
Umbara was fine and well for an academy, but everyone could agree that a planet that was perpetually enshrouded in night was depressing after a while. Azar - or Arcanos as everyone outside of his inner circle knew him now - had taken great steps to secure Korriban as a Sith planet united under his rule. While he had his coronation as king, part of the appeal of Korriban was reopening the Sith Academy.
The academy was beautiful, but his own palace was far better suited to host gatherings. He invited the Sith Order to his own abode, giving them a taste of his life as royalty. There was a man-made lake in the backdrop of the courtyard which was a show of his status on a planet otherwise lacking in water.
Today was a celebration not for Azar’s accomplishments, but for the opening of this new academy that would hopefully replace Umbara as the chief training academy for Sith. Today was also a day to honor Caerllion (@LouJoVi ) and Trael’s (@Javier esschoolbus )ascension to Sith Master. While he didn’t have such lavish ceremonies of his own thanks to their absent and worthless Dark Lord, Azar would ensure that others in the Order rising up after him would get the recognition they deserved.
The hall was grand and wide, the sun hanging low over the stunning dunes in the distance. Local music played and there were countless dancers both pureblood and off-worlder in bellydancer clothing to serve as entertainment. Lavish drinks and appetizers lined the chambers along with more alcohol than anyone could ever need. There were specialty drinks laced with local fruits that were sweet and refreshing to counter the desert heat.
For once, Azar wasn’t late to his own party, practically floating into the scene in his flowy attire. His crimson torso and copious amounts of tattoos were revealed, his perfectly manicured nails painted gold, his hair styled and cascading down to his shoulders in waves and jewelry adorned on his neck, wrists and earrings. He also had a golden piercing on a nostril, completing the look of a royal. It was clear Azar was in his element.
He would make some elaborate speeches once the new Sith Masters arrived, but for now he helped himself to some figs and honey and a goblet of wine.