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Echoing stillness.

"The true Sith way lies within the Dark Side, and the Dark Side alone," his parents would whisper to him. Their voices cloud his mind, repeating themselves through the empty chamber and rattling over the dense shadows. Calloused fingers brush over the fabric of his ancient cloak, an artifact unto itself. Like those used by the early Sith, his robes are all concealing, a nebulous blackness that binds him permanently to the shadows. The hood, worn and tattered, conceals the young scholar's face within the darkness. It pools against the floor, radiating maleficence and corruption, heightened by its wearer's state of intense meditation. A chant exits his lips, a ritualistic hymn. The call of the Old Tongue. With every word, every phrase, the primordial darkness that lingers upon the surface of Korriban find their way through the pours of his skin and the depths of his soul, filling him with a sense of unity and calm. The Dark Side flows through him, and the ruin of countless galaxies, the screams of innocents ring through is ears simultaneously. Footsteps in the distance.

Eyes of luminescent orange remain closed, but the Force is all seeing...and it alerts him to the overbearing presence now making its way toward his empty chamber. The aura flares around the being's form. A deep red, flaming. Powerful. The color begins to shift, producing distinct shapes against the strangers' body, distinguishing characteristics. Tendrils. Scars. As the Red Sith enters, the Acolyte relinquishes his status of meditation and rises to both feet, only to place himself on a knee in the presence of the Sith Lord. Though he still remains puzzled by the Arcanist's presence, respect must be given. That is the way of the Sith Order. There is no room for arrogance or pride. Not for Acolytes, and especially not in the presence of a member of the venerated Dark Council. But where many Sith kneel simply to stay alive, K'hlanu's stance is one of pure respect. He would do so for any master of the Dark Side, be it a mere Crusader or a Dark Jedi...such as himself. It takes dedication and innate prowess to reach the heights that Maleficar has. A talent and prowess that he would gladly humble himself in front of. His head bows, the tatters of his cloak spilling across the shadows. The ancient Sith chant has ceased. If he payed attention, Maleficar could sense the boy's aura; above average potency for a mere Acolyte.

"My Lord. Your presence is an honor."

Perhaps these would be his final breaths. Or perhaps his true destiny lay neatly drawn before him, a regimen of tutilage under the most proficient Sorcerer in the Order. Only time would tell.
 

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"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 him, respect and great potential radiating off him in equal measure; a rarity in the eyes of Maleficar. The High Arcanist then turned, revealing his tattooed visage; his waist-length hair unbound, save for the presence of gold and bone ornaments that conveyed Sin'ryk's own duality between his tribal identity and the trappings of 'civilisation'. The calciferous decorations of his robes clacked slightly with his movements, moving with an ethereal grace. A smile crossed his lips, tendrils twitching slightly, Sin'ryk smiled and spoke in turn.

"One of the few who truly mean it" he said with a tang of bitter-sweetness, "It is a refreshing change of pace from the Acolytes who tend to lie through their teeth, thinking it would make their road to power much easier."

Shaking his head, causing his hair ornaments to rattle, the Red Sith decided to move one.

"But I digress, we must begin your training swiftly; but first, speak to me of your ambitions...what it is you hope to learn from me."
 

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The True Sith, or those born of natural Sith heritage, had become quite the rarity lately. It should make sense then, that the Sith Order's master of all things arcane belongs to that ancient lineage. Luminescent eyes looked up from behind the veil of shadow, taking careful note of the ethereal being's numerous decorations and tattoos. K'hlanu's own ornaments, the sacred talismans woven within waves of pitch black hair that hang against his skin, lay hidden beneath his cloak. It's an interesting question, what one plans to learn under the tutelage of one so experienced. He'd watched group classes like this before. The participant's answers were always so predictable, bland and uninteresting. 'I wish to master anything which will allow me to smite my enemies,' 'I want to live forever.' Admirable, but predictable all the same.

Mere seconds passed before the voice crackled to life behind the shadow covering his face.

"Since I was a young man, I've read of the immense feats capable through living in unison with the Dark Side. Bending it to your will completely. The arcane arts, they said, are unlike any other discipline. Blades can feasibly be mastered by any being with time and practice. To master the arcane, though, takes skill and a connection to the Dark Side unparalleled in other beings. I hope to learn to control this connection within myself and master it, becoming one with the Dark Side. The arts of sorcery and alchemy have intrigued me far more than the ways of the blade for as far as I can remember. That is what I hope to learn under you, my lord. If I am to die unveiling the Dark Side's secrets, then I shall. But I do not intend to."
 
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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 currently is.

"All of your words are valid; keep true to them and they will be the anchor that will hold you fast in the storm. The knowledge you seek is dangerous, not just the flesh, but also the mind and the soul; keep this warning in mind as you walk further down your path."

After that was said, the Red Sith then moved on.

"Now then, recite to me the Sith Code; any language will do the task adequately. After that, tell me then of your interpretation; there is no right answer, merely the answer."
 
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