The moonlight glittered through the stained glass windows behind the raised Dias of Castle Wessex, covering Artorigas in an array of vibrant reds, blues, purples and yellows. The Sith Lord looked up through the glass an elaborate image of The Mortis Gods, something he had 'Recovered' from a fallen building out on Namadii. Behind it the moon was at its Perigee, its closest point to Serenno during its orbit making the bright white object appear oversized and ominous to all who looked up that night. Fitting considering the party that was slowly begging behind the Sith Noble. All Hal'low's Eve, an event originally from the Core Worlds but had slowly filtered its way down the Trade routes to the Outer Rim and beyond, the holiday only fully settling into the conscious of the Serennian nobility a little over a decade ago.
Artorigas stood alone upon the Dais as the music began to play, his back to the rest of the room, he had one hand on the back of the Castle Wessex throne, the other was nursing a sweet red wine from Adumar. He wore a black and gold outfit with a matching gold mask, as was the general idea with these parties a theme was needed and to help those within The Order who wished to hide themselves from prying eyes Artorigas had chosen to host this evening a Masquerade party. He smiled to himself as the memories of his younger sister getting overly excited for the party, buying a dozen different masks before finally deciding on her outfit for the evening.
Her like some of the other Sith who now held their loyalty to Artorigas had begun the early festivities, music played, drinks were being served, dancing began and conversation and laughter could be heard throughout the room behind him. Above them the skies had been cleared not a single starship or speeder to disturb the view out across the valley around them, the Warehouse district in the distance had been shut down and only the lights of the Castle could be seen for miles around. A crisp chill air blew through an open door as one of the servants came in from the outside announcing another prominent guest to the Sith Lord. Artorigas nodded his thanks and took another sip of his drink.
He could only wonder if the party would be as interesting as the last, would we see aggressive grinding against the wall, a Sith thrown through a doorway and out into the cold evening wilderness, more spice than a back alley cantina. When the Sith were invited you could never be sure what was to happen, Artorigas could only prepare for the worse, more staff were around to serve food and drinks, more cleaners were around to wipe down the surfaces and a structural engineer had been their earlier in the week to make sure the walls were sturdy. The times for plans and worry had long passed it was now time for the party to begin.
Tonight would be an interesting night...
