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Kor'bishal would be standing on the balcony, the casual commotion behind him breaking him from his reverie. The Force would sing out to him and the Herald of Nar'shahai would take several steps to the right, just as Zabrak whipped past. There was a slight tug on his cloak, a look of disgust...

If Bir intended to illicit fear in the Sith, he would be vastly disappointed. The puffed chest, the peacock feathers, they were the tools of the young, the untried. "Don't be jealous, young Bir, clearly the galaxy doesn't revolve around you. Besides, try as you may, you've already been claimed...

Kor would chuckle, that tingle returning to Bir's chest, flashes of a dark pit. His mask shifted to the young Kel Dor. "Oh but my child... Of course you did... And it was you embracing this.." he would tap his own chestplate. "..that led to you killing him, as I knew you would.. But when you...

It had been some time since Kor'bishal had left his hidden temple. He had always operated in the shadows within the Sith, never making waves, but always playing a role in keeping the gears turning. He would be clad in his usual attire. And though that and his blade made him look like a relic of...

Kor'bishal was deep in the depths of his domain, working on yet another Jedi to be broken. His gauntlet hovered over the padawans face and as each finger bent slowly, bloodcurdling screams would sing from the lips of the tortured. Poor soul, they were trapped in their reverie and it would be...

The mask would hide the smirk as Kav's words rang in his ears. The boy had a temper and that made him the most valuable of weapons. "Focus, young Bir.. Focus." The gauntlet would rest on the table, seemingly unhindered by the growing heat. "Embrace the pain, then use it. Break your chains." The...

Kor'bishal's dark laughter would fill the chamber as the blade was withdrawn. A heavy gauntlet would press down on the fresh carving, sending more pain lancing through the young Kel Dor's body. "I will hold you to those words, Bir Vuul." The woman was a fool. All were that didn't know the truth...

Kor'bishal would smile beneath his mask as he felt the pain turn to anger, the fear to hate. Every second, the young Padawan was broken more and more. The mantra had lost its pull over Bir and in its place was raw emotion. Fight or flight had kicked in and Bir had decided to fight. The rack...

Kor'bishal so enjoyed these little games. Kav was growing to be a depraved heart, the kind that Nar'shahai needed. He was so a quick study, having opted for slower means to drag out the pain. Breaking bones with the force was almost effortless, to slowly twist and turn it, however, required much...

Kor'bishal would laugh darkly as Kav started to electrocute the young Kel Dor. "Good... Good.. feed your hatred." He would say approvingly to the Sith Acolyte. "I want you to inflict pain.. but the best tasting pain, is the one you drag out. Electricity burns, nerve endings fry and you lose the...

"Yes, Bir, it really is me." She was patient as he regathered himself, and more than helpful when it came time to move. As he began to cough, she would remove a flask and hand it to him. "Here, take a few sips. There we go.." she'd wait for the coughing fit to stop before pulling the flask...

The Slave Master would turn to leave, pausing with a reptillian gasp, as the tip of a green saber poked through his back. "Jee-ke...." he started before he dropped to his knees. The form would deactivate their saber and clip it to their belt. "Bir.. We need to get you out of here.." The voice...