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Sin'ryk listened to the young Acolyte speak, and it certainly wasn't unlike previous acolytes who sought to join him upon the Sorcerer's path. The difference of it being the sincerity of the words; they were dripping with much curiosity, ambition and the desire to become greater than one...

The Red Sith was somewhat surprised that the Empress had seemed so...lax; it was almost as if it were a completely different being that stood before him, not the Dark Side behemoth that ravaged Coruscant. However, he wasn't surprised that she didn't exactly like the oiraksh; spiced, fermented...

A match made in Hell, Sin'ryk thought duly; were it any other wedding, it would not have been chafing at all. However, witnessing her getting her 'happy ending' for lack of a better choice of words had brought a bitter taste to his mouth. Let her enjoy it, thought the High Arcanist, let her...

"My Lord. Your presence is an honor." The words had echoed within the Red Sith's ears, but he had known of the Acolyte's presence long before he set foot in the...yet he had faced away from the K'hlanu, looking upon an altar within the ancient place. The young Sith had prostrated himself before...

The High Arcanist listened as each one of the Acolytes spoke, each one a variation of the same thing that had been said the first time. However, Sin'ryk knew that there was probably more to this than what was spoken; for the Sith there was no straightforward answer, for many are the motivations...

He could sense it; his apprentice's discomfort at the powerful incense present within the room. It would play a most pivotal part for the future parts of the lesson. Soon enough, he could hear Pol's 'voice' echo within his mind explaining his arrival...and why he had not been present as of late...

Roth, Volter, Dayne; the names echoed within the High Arcanist's mind, the last of them wasn't actually said, for he remembered her name from a previous session. He could see them as they stood out from the ambient darkness ever present on Ziost; were this Korriban, it would have been harder for...

Thick incense clouded the inside of the room; though he could not see it, he could still smell it. So overpowering it was, one could smell nothing else...and that was how Sin'ryk truly preferred it. It allowed him to truly hone his empirical senses, keeping him from being too dependent on his...

A request had been made of the High Arcanist, coming from the lips of a young Acolyte who's species he had never come across before. This was a request that Sin'ryk had been all too happy to answer, ever eager to spread the seeds from which the Sith will make their deadly harvest. Here, on the...

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...

"While I do not condone her methods..." began the Darth, "there is a necessity to having her sit upon the throne. The last thing we need is another power struggle at this critical stage; it creates opportunity for our enemies to exploit a further divided Imperium." After a stroke of his cheek...

A scholar at heart, it intrigued Sin'ryk that Ayindri would have a diverse bloodline; setting aside his previous distaste for selective breeding, he continued to listen. It intrigued him at the possibility of invoking the younger Sith's father, but knew ultimately that it would hold much...

Sin'ryk raised his eyebrow stalks at Ayindri's words; yes, it was good that the Sith people remembered the past...yet it angered him so that they'd cling to an archaic, degenerative practice. Eugenics proved little good, and was dangerous for a people that was locked within its dying days; every...

Sin'ryk watched, watched as the energies of the Dark Side swirled this place and were channelled through his former apprentice. His second sight watched as the sphere of screaming energies engulfed the targeting dummy, reducing it to nothing as the Dark Side ravaged it form. After this task was...

The Uephreli Weziwula Cathedral, a most peculiar structure in Sin'ryk's mind; where he came from, the universe itself was the place of worship, never to be confined to a single place. It was something the High Arcanist found odd...but compared to the grand scheme of things, it was ultimately...