Azar was making bigger moves in the galaxy and working towards claiming the Stygian Caldera for himself. With the key planets in the fold, it was only a matter of time before he could establish his own empire there. He was an intelligent man - so he knew the bigger his impact, the larger the target on his back. Azar knew that Tempest had gone to confront Raze’s followers and had yet to return from that encounter. Though he was powerful, he wouldn’t act against them unless it was absolutely necessary. Raze’s followers were composed of some of the most powerful Sith in the galaxy, and they were far more ruthless than Tempest’s Order.
The Pureblood’s interests were not so much on the followers as much as their mechanics. Raze used alchemy in a way that Azar hadn’t learned, and it fascinated him. While the Raze followers were dormant for now, Azar knew it was the perfect time to snoop around. He found himself not on Coruscant, but on Onderon. Some of the poorer districts on the planet had street urchins he could mentally manipulate to get enough intel to seek out a forge.
Raze’s followers allegedly had Forgemasters that were tasked with creating abominations. With everyone focused on the politics around choosing a new royal figure, few were chasing down hideouts of Raze that dotted the planet or the shards that Raze was known to possess when he died. Azar had intel that a Forge was located far away from any of the cities, deep in the jungles.
His path led him to a sleepy little village on the edge of the dark, sinister forest. The locals were largely ignored by the city government, left to fend for themselves. Azar could see crude spikes and makeshift blocks to fend off against beasts. It was a moonless night and the first drops of rain began to fall.
Azar manipulated his way past the gate, making his way towards a tavern. Despite the location, the locals were accustomed to a wide variety of races. He wore unremarkable clothing, the hood of his cloak down to reveal his refined features and neatly tied hair.
@Altaris