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Karys · Jan 10, 2024

Umbara l Death Enabled

Karys had sent summons to Champion Trodai long before he arrived at the Umbaran Academy. He’d come as an emissary of Darth Arcanos. Karys knew full well this was meant to humble and shame him, but he wouldn’t give the Sith Lord the pleasure of watching him fail. There had been a strange split in Karys viewpoint of Azar once more. There was the man he was dedicated to, the man he’d married, the man he’d pluck the stars from the sky for. And then there was Darth Arcanos, who Karys hated as much as he had the cold compartmentalized Master he’d known as an Acolyte. The mere presence of that side of Azar caused his blood to boil just as it had when he was a younger man. But he would obey nonetheless.

Karys marched through the halls of Umbara, the beskar vambraces set atop his black robes marked him as favored of Darth Tempest. His warsword, Sadowbane was a mark of his relationship and marriage to Darth Arcanos. It hung from his back in a scabbard that sealed away the blade’s malevolent hunger. Karys was more than fashionably late to the meeting he’d demanded from Trodai, intentionally so. Deep beneath his icy exterior, Karys was still a petty creature that snapped and raged at this task. However, he wouldn’t ignore it, not when a part of Azar demanded from him.

“Kneel Champion Trodai.” Karys demanded coldly upon entering the emptied classroom he’d arranged to use as their meeting space.

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Trodai Narat-iv-Adas · Jan 10, 2024

It had been some time since Murzana and the events that had transpired that day. Trodai had spent the time learning how to cope and adapt to his new condition and controlling the rage and wrath that had helped him to live despite a circumstance where for some death may have taken them. His will had proven stronger than even he had realised at the time. And yet he hated himself for his mistakes and disappointing Azar as he had. For disappointing himself and his allies with them. For disappointing his people and not being the general he wished he was. For letting his body act before the mind and cost lives. Just as he felt a kind of betrayal for being subjected to what he had, even as he understood the reasons why.

He was still unsure what Azar thought of him, he hadn't seen him in months. Or hardly anyone, instead immersing himself in teaching his new apprentice, gaining footholds for the Order and seeking out any knowledge that might offer a clue to fixing his current lich-like form. So far without much luck but he was getting close. It was a surprise then when he found himself summoned to Umbara by none other than the one who had doomed him to his current fate. To find the now Sith Master, Karys'ithar husband to Azar was the one to summon him.

He knew he had little choice but to accept it, but still he was very cautious.

Could it be a trap? A way to finish what he had begun. Such were the thoughts that crossed his mind as he travelled to the Umbara Academy. Anything was a potential possibility. And so he was taking no chances, he was armed with his lightsaber on his right hip. Trodai was dressed in a black robes that slithered around his armour plate. This time he opted to not wear a mask, he would look upon Karys. Upon the one who had done this to him. He would show no fear.

Despite some animosity between them, he would keep his calm. He would at least see what the purpose of all this was. To see if there was a potential way back from what had happened between them. Even if tenuous. He would see why his destroyer wanted to see him and what purpose could he have for seeing the result of his judgment beyond finishing what he started. Why him? Why now?

Inside he met the eyes of the one who had condemned him in the empty classroom. It was a eery feeling being back on Umbara at the Academy after so long. Begrudgingly Trodai knelt, bowing to Karys doing nothing but that act and keeping his eyes focused. A wise man once said never take your eyes from anyone, even if you bow. Even if he hated it, he accepted this was as it must be. Despite his state he understood tradition and the pecking order. What was expected when faced with a superior among the Order and faced with his Grand General.

He remained silent until spoken too.

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Karys · Jan 13, 2024

<Your king, Darth Arcanos has bid your return to Korriban.> Karys began. <You are an unfit general but still hold some worth to him in the city of Ur.> He continued. His voice remained distant and cold. <You will gather your things and meet me at my ship Champion Trodai.> He instructed. <You have two hours to be ready.>

Karys wouldn’t linger there. If Trodai expected something profound from Karys. If he expected an explanation for free. He was sadly mistaken. Karys didn’t care about Trodai at Murzana, he cared even less now. The other Pureblood was nothing but a fool and coward in his eyes now. A former rival, dealt with.

Karys left to return to his ship, setting a timer for take off in exactly two hours. If Trodai failed to arrive in time? Karys would leave him to languish in his failures. He would find another to rule as regent of Ur in Trodai’s place. He’d find someone far more effective too.

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Trodai Narat-iv-Adas · Jan 13, 2024

Trodai listened, even as he felt the distance and cold of the tone. A eyebrow arched slightly at hearing the name Darth Arcanos. Somewhat surprised he was the one who had actually summoned him. And Karys was just here to deliver him, in some ways he was relieved he wasn't here to finish the job. He thought upon it even as he continued to listen and found some further relief in finally understanding where he stood and what Azar thought about him. It gave him some hope that perhaps in time he could make amends and know Azar as he once had before. He was proud of him though for ascending, and becoming the Sith Lord he thought he was capable of being. Becoming what he saw in the middle of their dance on Nar Shadda. Further proof that he was Sith'ari.

And he felt some release in knowing even despite his foolish mistakes, and not being the general he thought he could be that he was still of worth to Azar and could return home. It gave him a new determination and will to not screw it up. He missed Azar, more than he thought he would. But he knew there would be some lingering questions only he could answer. And he would if given the opportunity to provide some clarity to his insane decision and answer them.

Trodai said little, he didn't need too, he simply nodded and got up. He only replied to the first instruction and to let him know he would be there "If that is the king, Darth Arcanos command, I will return as instructed. I will see you at the ship." Trodai was anything if not punctual, arriving at least a hour earlier than the deadline with 2 bags maximum. He always travelled fairly light. His two songsteel swords hung in scabbards, one across his back, the other to his left and lightsaber on his right hip. He saw no need to pack them really, it saved room being on him and allowed him to be prepared for anything unexpected along the way.

Seeing the ship, Trodai approached respectfully. He wasn't about to cause any problems.

He spoke as he gave a respectful nod and spoke calmly "Master Karys'ithar. Shall we begin? I'll try not to get in the way too much."

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Karys · Jan 13, 2024

Trodai was like a broken Akk Hound. He was cowed and obedient, hungering for an opportunity to prove himself as anything but what he was marked as. Good. This attitude better served the purpose he was destined for.

When Trodai arrived he would find a bowl of stew and glass of wine sitting on the table for him. The couch bed was already pulled out for him to sleep on. Karys stood in the kitchen cleaning up behind himself from cooking. Even if he hated someone, Karys wouldn’t allow Azar to hear that his hospitality hadn’t been extended.

Karys barely turned to glance at his guest as he worked. <Sit and eat.> He instructed as he finished cleaning. Karys wouldn’t be joining him for dinner. He had no interest in learning anymore than he knew about Trodai. He’d already seen enough of him.

Unlike most guests, Karys kept his lightsaber on him. Unwillingly to trust Trodai, not completely. Even broken dogs could snap at their handlers after all. Plus, what he was about to tell the other Pureblood would likely get a violent reaction. Once the ship rumbled to life and took off Karys would finally look at Trodai.

 He stated in a neutral tone. <If Darth Arcanos opts to waste his time with you is his decision.> Karys continued. <But my orders were to take you to Ur and re-establish you as regent. Nothing else.>

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Trodai Narat-iv-Adas · Jan 13, 2024

Trodai moved into the ship silently, and yet he was cautious...afterall this man had been the one to bring about his current predicament. Despite his appearance, his current obedience he was not quite as broken as some thought. But he had learnt and was more careful, even though he knew right now he suffered, that Azar still thought about him...it was enough to awaken a part of what Trodai had thought been destroyed along with his body.

He placed his next to the temporary bed, placing the swords beside it but opting to keep his lightsaber clipped on. He wasn't entirely sure he should trust Karys, and the feeling he knew was mutual. Which was partly why he opted to come armed and remain armed. Just in case. He was somewhat surprised Karys actually bothered to cook for him, but then he remembered even he could on occasion be hospitable to those he hated. If it was needed, if it was required. He sat, nodding with approval. Although they didn't much like each other, he respected the fact he knew how to make a good meal and treat a guest.

Trodai had finished eating and was drinking the glass of wine when Karys finally showed himself again. Finally he explained in finer detail, why Karys had been the one to meet and pick him up. It seemed Arcanos had put the two together. He wasn't entirely sure why but he was willing to look past their issues to get the job done. He was a bit surprised that he had been allowed to retain his former position as regent of Ur. And he knew it was his potential chance at redeeming himself a bit. To show his worth.

He would not allow himself to fail Azar again.

Although he was somewhat angered at the suggestion, he was a waste, he opted not to act. It served no purpose right now and would only cause unnecessary problems. He had enough already. Instead he focused on the task ahead by asking a pertinent question, nodding at being told what sort of help Karys was to provide as he finished the drink and put the glass on the table"I thank you for the meal and the drink. I know you didn't have too. If I am to be re-established, and do this, I need some facts. Tell me what is the current state of the city?"

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Karys · Jan 14, 2024

Karys didn’t respond to Trodai’s thanks. He didn’t care how the other Pureblood felt about him or his food. Hospitality had been extended, even if it was hollow, that was all that mattered. But he would answer Trodai’s questions regarding Ur itself.

<There is a power vacuum currently in the city. Rival houses and factions vie to gain power or crush one another.> Karys began. <My duty is to ensure that you are not only installed as regent but also that no harm befalls you. Order must be restored.> Karys’ eyes narrowed as he spoke. He hated admitting that. <Which leads to our first challenge.> Karys lifted one of his hands, it had five digits. He explained. <We will have to be cautious on the alliances we forge to restore you.> He continued. <In that vein, there are three factions that push for control. One we must crush as it seeks total liberation from Azar’s rule. The other two are loyal but hold their own viewpoints.> Karys stated as he leaned against his countertop. <One holds more traditional views, they will worship Azar as Sith’ari but more progressive laws could cause…discontent within their ranks.> He explained. <The other is more progressive while they will view Azar as king, they reject the idea of him being a divine being. With that said, newer laws will cause less friction in their number.> He shrugged at that. <You will decide who we reach out to. This is your first test.>

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Trodai Narat-iv-Adas · Jan 14, 2024

Trodai considered the words and what was said. He grimaced slightly, a power vacuum was not good news and a complication. It appeared the consequences of Murzana were coming to haunt them both. And yet as he listened and the situation was explained or as best could be he supposed, he also saw the challenges ahead. He didn't like the idea of Karys being there as something of a bodyguard, he preferred to handle such threats himself but he would not refute it since Azar had ordered it.

It was true that a attempt to place the husband to the king, to place Karys would result in pushback, especially from the Traditionalists. As he listened and continued to listen the path became clear...although there was a brief spark at suggesting Ur was outdated, but then he remembered just as the Sith constantly evolved so to at least in part did the city need to grow to survive. At least in some ways. And so he briefly closed his eyes as if to see if the Force could provide some more clarity. Instead he found silence save for the internal rage. Opening them he made a choice for better or worse.

He finally spoke after considering the options.

"Agreed, there will be pushback. But I do feel we need to change, to evolve if we are to survive much longer. Much how the Order and the Sith have had to change." he explained "But that is not to say we cannot keep some traditions. I think our best bet is to approach the Progressives first. That they already see Azar as king is a good start and as you said, they would be more open to any changes we might introduce." he considered "Perhaps we can see what traditions they may be willing to keep and compromise with. They may not view Azar as divine just yet but I think given time they will come around to the idea."

Trodai considered the choice and hoped he made the right decision. In the end though he knew this needed to happen.

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Karys · Jan 16, 2024

Karys’ expression didn’t change as Trodai walked through his logic. He neither approved nor disapproved, he wouldn’t be acting as regent to Ur, therefore the impacts of these decisions wouldn’t be as felt by him. But Trodai had made a decision, they would reach out to the Progressive faction.

 Karys stated flatly. <I’m sure she will be happy to hear Azar’s regent is aiding her in the struggle against the Ragnos line within the city.> Karys continued. <You should rest, we have a very busy week ahead of us.> Internally, Karys grinned. He knew of Trodai’s relation to House Narat. Karys knew of Trodai’s hatred towards his mother, the man had been so open about it as an Acolyte. The irony of aiding her gain power within the city was delicious.

With that Karys would leave Trodai to his “room” for the night and retire to his own. Karys didn’t sleep however, he didn’t trust Trodai. Instead, he meditated and allowed himself to draw nourishment from the Dark Side. He rested in that trance-like state, still fully aware of his surroundings but gaining the equivalent of at least six hours of sleep.

The end of the night was punctuated by the claxxons of Karys’ ship leaving hyperspace. He rose from the floor in front of his bed and dressed himself for the day to come. He wore his thin black robes, opting to appear as Karys’ithar Kressh the Sith Master rather than the First Husband of House Kressh. Sadowbane sat in his back while his lightsaber was clipped to his belt. Karys was not looking forward to this.

Ur wasn’t in civil war, not openly at least. The House’s that struggled against one another did it in private shadow wars that were tucked away from the eyes of the citizens. The illusion of grandeur had to be maintained after all. Despite that, the threat of open warfare within the walls was real, it was a possibility. The city was slowly becoming a powder keg, something that Karys and Trodai would have to diffuse while re-establishing order in Ur.

<Are you prepared for the work ahead of us?> Karys asked, uncaring if Trodai actually was or not.

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Trodai Narat-iv-Adas · Jan 16, 2024

Trodai observed as Karys made no expression of approval or disapproval, but he knew that was to be expected given the circumstances. Neither really wanted to see each see or work with the other if it could be helped given what happened between them but for their king, the one they loved...Azar they were willing to endure it. He was surprised that it was House Narat that they would be approaching, more so that his mother was alive still after her own near death experience when dueling his half-brother Mjan, and her short imprisonment after by the Council of Elders as a result. And that she was in control of the house of Narat. It was a interesting development, he wondered how she managed that one. He found it ironic that the Force would have them cross paths again like this.

That both had been humbled, made mistakes and now would find redemption in each other. Thrust together again by events they could not have foreseen. He was certain even Azar would find it a strange coincidence of fate.

It appeared they would have alot to discuss beyond just what they both hoped to gain from such a alliance.

Trodai knew Karys was likely to take pleasure in this, but that just made him more determined to make sure things went as they hoped. As Karys left him, Trodai meditate himself for a few hours, he needed all the help he could get. He spent half the night thinking how to go about the task, he knew Ur would need to be restored now before the shadow wars got worse and flooded the streets. That the powder keg was no doubt growing in his absence. He soon thought he had something viable, and so got what rest he could. As the klaxxon sounded, Trodai was up and dressed himself for the task to come.

If he was to be regent he needed to look it as well as restore the city itself. He knew it would not be easy to win back faith, not after Murzana. But he would try, first by forging alliances and restoring the ancient city to order, ridding it of the remnant Ragnos that hid in the walls like a plague rat. To finish what he started with Azar and wipe them out entirely, they had been sent a warning last time with the wiping out of most of their tribe.

They appeared to have not heeded it, so the time for mercy was over.

Trodai met Karys, likewise not enthusiastic about the prospect of working together but he would put up with the annoyance. There was more at stake than their petty grievance. He was dressed accordingly, like a prince but not overly so. He had his own thin black robes, yet with bronzium shoulder pads and a belt. it was simple yet denoted him as royalty. Ready to undertake the mammoth task ahead, with eyes looming upon him. Even despite his loss of faith by some he was still royalty, a prince of Adas and as such respect was to be expected and demanded as with all royalty according to tradition.

Across his back sat one of the songsteel swords, the second in a sheath on his belt to the left, lightsaber on his right hip

"I am, as best I can be. Shall we begin, the sooner we start the better." he said, carrying his things from the ship. He would drop it off at the palace via the Grotthu courier on the way.

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Karys · Jan 17, 2024

Karys didn’t respond when Trodai said he was ready, he only gestured for him to leave the ship. Karys was not only to restore him and protect him, but to test him and ensure his decision making was sound. If he was found lacking, there were plenty of other options available in Ur. Plenty of eager options available.

The caravan that greeted them was ceremonial, it was meant to show homage to the Sith’ari’s chosen. Palanquins would bear them into the city, Karys’ was shrouded. He was not pure of blood, he had refused to undergo the ritual of purification, but he was the Sith’ari’s husband and currently the Grand General of the city’s military. He wouldn’t be denied entry but he would be judged harshly.

The two Palanquins would carry them through the streets of Ur. Through the shroud Karys would lay eyes upon massive full blooded Massassi that dwarfed even him. He would gaze in wonder at the opulence of a city untouched by the outside world. His blood called to this place, the Kressh dead whispered slightly louder in the back of his mind. This was an ancestral home. A birth place of his people. This was the legendary city of Ur.

Karys was enraptured by it.

Silently, he wished this trip had been with Azar and not Trodai. He wished it had been his husband that rode with him in this palanquin. He wished to feel his back pressed against his chest as Azar pointed out important locations or places he’d like to take him. Karys, now more than ever, missed Azar. And that was what made his eyes fall from splendor. He only wanted to view more of it with Azar by his side.

Eventually the palanquins stopped before a massive compound. The smell of flickering flames and the smoke it produced was thick in the air. Before them was a welcoming committee, eager to greet them and usher them into the safety of their walls. Karys would be met by another, one meant to hide his uncleanliness from others, to avoid offending them with his presence. He bit back disgust at this and allowed to transpire.

Within the compound a feast had been arranged to welcome honored guests. Countless Narat, their children, and servants stood in waiting. At the head of the highest table stood a woman, or what remained of her. Her body had been mostly replaced with golden machinery. A potent mix of technology and alchemy, that spoke to not only her power but cunning as well. She now appeared more like a mechanical spider than a Pureblood woman. Perhaps taking what dwelled within her heart and moving it to the surface.

She had used the chaos of the power vacuum to ascend to the greatest of heights. She no longer needed that sham of a marriage. She had obtained her own power through the use of guile, sorcery, manipulation, and a healthy dosage of Sith poison. Karys respected that.

“House Narat greets my prodigal son, Trodai Narat-iv-Ada’s and the husband of Darth Arcanos. Karys’ithar iv-Kressh, Sith Master into our abode.” She stated, her voice a mixture of femininity and hollow mechanics. “Please sit with me and dine.” She continued, gesturing with one of eight limbs that made up her arachnoid cybernetic body. “For we have much to discuss and celebrate.”

Karys would glance to Trodai and then nod for him to take his seat by the woman he despised the most. Karys would join at Madam Narat’s left hand.

And so the tests had begun.

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Trodai Narat-iv-Adas · Jan 18, 2024

THEME

Trodai left the ship as soon as Karys motioned for it, for the briefest of moments he allowed a smile as he saw the ceremonial caravan before them, at being reminded he was still of worth as the Grotthu held his things and scurried to the compound. While Karys was shrouded, Trodai was not, he would not hide his shame or run from it. Even despite some of the looks he was getting. Let them see, let them witness as he rose again from ash he thought. Within the Palanquins, taken through the streets Karys would see a sight Azar once bore witness too. He would see the Great Colosseum where gladiators sometimes fought for the baying crowd, Massassi criminals or Kissai, and Grotthu alike fighting for freedom or simply for the thrill against man, woman and all manner of beasts.

The many markets were packed with all wanting to try and see who this mysterious Sith Master was, an unknown outsider to the city who had become their Grand General and to see the Adas Prince in Trodai. To catch a glance at both the chosen of the Sith'ari either in awe or fear. Or both. If Karys closed closely as they passed by, he would notice some stores were actually selling miniature effigy, and carvings in likeness to Azar. With children in some of the streets holding toys and trying to replicate great battles between the Sith'ari and many imagined threats. As they traversed towards the compound, Karys would witness for himself how the Ritual of the Divine was still alive and well with some Kissai and Massassi missing fingers, trying to look more pure.

At the centre of the city was a recent new giant statue, almost 60 feet high of the king. Of Azar, the Sith'ari made from the best marble, obsidian and gold. It was suffering from a few chips that were being repaired on account of the recent shadow wars and Ragnos line causing problems. Another reason they needed to be crushed, for defiling a image of the king. It made Trodai blood boil seeing what they had done and thinking on what had become of the city in his absence. It only made him more focused on what he had to do. Despite their differences he hoped Karys did like the city and all its glory. For enjoying the rare privilege that no Sadow before him had ever gotten and stepped foot inside the walls.

And hoped he would see it for the treasure it was that must be kept from outside hands save the lucky few, like Vossari and those Azar allowed. Trodai looked upon the Narat Compound, a sight he had not seen before, recalling previously they had resided in the City of Sand. The City of Golg. His mother had been very busy during the power vacuum. He just hoped she didn't place blame him for what happened to her, it was the doing of his half-brother afterall and he had no part of it. Even if his brother had told them it was to free Trodai and father of her influence. He hated him for doing that and for hesitating. For now the consequences of his brother actions and letting her live now came back to haunt him and he was forced to reconcile.

But perhaps it was what they needed. Despite it all, despite the hate for trying control his life until he met Azar, Trodai respected how she had come back from oblivion. Like him and stronger it seemed. Among the welcoming committee were a couple rows of infantry belonging to House Narat militia standing either side of the entrance gate, which was huge. A few lower nobles from inside had come to watch. Karys and Trodai were brought to Lady Narat by a relative, although Trodai didn't know them. He hadn't really seen Golg much to encounter any from his Narat side until now.

Brought inside the compound, the two were met by many hallways until they finally came upon a opulent dining room where they were forced to sit on cushions on the floor as was the custom of those in the city. No doubt a challenge for Karys with his height to get so low. These were the finest silk and materials, and Trodai was quickly remembering the royal lifestyle. Around the edges of the room Karys would notice something unusual. Not one of the royal guard here were men. House Narat royalty were protected by a almost all exclusive female warrior force, with very ornate jewellery over not just their body but the face as well and a strange tattoo on the arm marking them out.

Trodai was somewhat surprised by his mother's new look, even as he offered a bow of respect when they entered.

He gazed upon her body of golden machinery and felt the power in it and her. Clearly she had not lost as much potency as his half-brother had thought she might, it was a unusual sight seeing her with eight limbs like she had. Trodai looked upon the many faces of the other half of his extended family, on his mother's side. Children running around, looking upon the two with curiosity and at least one or two daring to try and briefly touch one or the other before running away hoping they were not caught. Many he had not seen for years, some new additions and others just children, the future of his mother's house. He had heard about how she got out of her marriage, no-one seemed to really know how she managed that.

As Karys gestured Trodai took it as his time to act. Taking a seat to his mother, Lady Narat's right, he knew they had time, and that they would soon discuss after the celebrations and dining were finished. Drums pounded and instruments played a arabic belly dance music for the dancers as they danced around the entire table and guests displaying a skill with Pyromancy few had ever seen. Complex patterns and shapes were formed from flame. They soon cleared and another set came in, a rare and privileged treat for all.

The Daughters of Narat would perform.

The first bore several tattoos across her skin with a vibrant dance, the eldest of the three, Xini Hekk iv-Narat, the second was younger by had some tattoos as well, Tsyrua Hekk iv-Narat, while the last had none but danced with a sensual style, Valia Hekk iv-Narat. All three had come from the same father, all three far surpassed the other dancers in skill and application of the flames. The second younger with tattoos, Tsyrua Hekk iv-Narat seemed the most gifted swirling the flame into a line majestically.

At the conclusion the talks would begin in earnest. Trodai would wait until spoken too as was the custom, they were guests here and as host his mother dictated when she wanted to talk about the matters they came here for. In the meantime he decided on at least a little small talk to gauge the room and her a bit.

"So mother, how have you been keeping? Well I hope, all considered."

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Karys · Jan 19, 2024

Karys had seen some of the splendor Ur offered. He heard the whispers of citizens beyond, they were curious of their new general. It was a curiosity that wouldn’t be satisfied, not now and not as long as archaic traditions remained in place. Once his duty in Ur was done, Karys didn’t intend to return without it being alongside Azar.

The sounds of combat and scent of blood wafted through air as they passed the mighty coliseum. Karys felt someone pull upon the Dark Side, the crackle of lighting was punctuated by a roar of pain and then a man’s dying screams. Whatever he’d done wasn’t enough it seemed.

When the palanquin passed before the massive statue of Azar, Karys froze. He gazed upon his husband’s likeness. It was crafted from the finest of material. Gold, marble, and obsidian. There was damage from conflict that scarred its surface. Conflict that had caused by Karys and his action against Trodai. He didn’t regret it but he regretted the pain it caused his husband. The memory caused him to focus on the floor rather than the beauty around him. He wouldn’t gaze at it until all had been made right, until Azar rode with him and guided him through the city.

Karys thought about Ziost then, how different this place was. The Glacial Citadel sat as a gloomy bastion on a frozen world. It was the seat of power on Ziost, a fortress without equal. There was no splendor there, just the reflection of the Ziost’s people. Rugged, harsh, with a determination to survive no matter what the world threw against them. Their citadel stood as a monument to iron will and cold defiance.

It was a fortress that Karys knew he would have to face eventually. He was not looking forward to it.

When they arrived at the Narat compound, Karys glanced up at the massive structure. It reminded him of the Kressh compound, it reminded of home. The militia that greeted treated Trodai with the respect of their House Leader’s favored son. Karys on the other hand, was given the respect of a powerful but unclean outsider.

When they were brought to the dining room, Karys offered Lady Narat a bow alongside Trodai. While he hadn’t come as husband to the Sith’ari, he still represented Arcanos in many ways. He wouldn’t besmirch his husband’s name or reputation. Karys’ eyes glanced around at the massive dining hall. He noticed the female warriors lining the walls, the stood at attention with spears that radiated malevolence and hunger. Sith war weapons that have been crafted for each individual, each with unique properties that enhanced the warrior’s specific prowess.

Karys was impressed.

<You chose our ally well.> Karys whispered to Trodai. Admitting that the other Pureblood, despite making a choice with little information, had made the correct one.

When they were bid to take their seats next to the matriarch of the House, Karys found himself struggling to sit at such a low table. Not only because of his height but because of his bulk as well. However, he didn’t complain. Instead, he shifted his positioning until he found one that felt vaguely comfortable.

While the matriarch conversed with Trodai. Karys watched the daughters dance. There was interest in his eyes. He intended to take Ziost’s throne. He wanted to rule as a king, he wanted to be known as more than just Azar’s husband. He desired to be a piece of triumvirate, the three favored of Tempest. The three that would set the foundations of a new way, a new school of Sith thought. And for this, he would need wives to continue his line. He would need to ensure a dynasty on Ziost.

His perspectives were shifting.

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Lady Narat had settled into several silken pillows next to her son. Her new form was massive, it provided her strength, power, and agility that only complemented her prowess over the Dark Side. There was content expression on her noble face. She was clearly glad to have her son by her side once more.

Trodai’s attempt at small talk drew a light chuckle from her. The conflicting femininity and hollow machinery that made her voice sounding completely alien. She replied cooly. <His pathetic attempt to kill me only allowed for my power and influence to grow without the need for that hollow, loveless marriage.> She explained, giving her son a genuine smile. Something he might have never seen before on her lips.

It was a smile that faltered as she took in his form. A mother’s hand reached down to touch the back of his own and then grasped it in a gentle but supportive touch. The concern written in her eyes was clear. The unspoken question passed to him. Who did this to you?

Lady Narat, despite her many flaws was still a mother at heart. She had raged against a marriage she never wanted. But her children? She loved them in her own way. She understood that a loving embrace wouldn’t have prepared Trodai for the world he was meant to exist in. So, to ensure he was ready, she transformed herself into something he could hate. Something he could use as a springboard to grow from. This was the spider’s love, the gift of venom in Trodai’s veins. But now that facade was no longer needed, the web she spun was to protect her brood and not ensnare.

Give me their name and I will rain this house’s terrible vengeance upon them.

The next choice was presented to Trodai. Gain revenge at the cost of Karys, husband to Azar. Or choose a different path. Which was more important to the budding Sith?

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Trodai Narat-iv-Adas · Jan 19, 2024

Trodai also felt someone call upon the Darkside as they passed the majestic arena which had stood as a testament to the city for millennia. While wars had been fought in the shadows or on the streets the colosseum had remained a constant, a reminder of the strength that resided here. A symbol of unity. And what becomes of those who crossed the people.

He could sense the caution and fear in the very air around them. Although no-one said anything it was clear there was a battle beneath the surface, a fight for the very heart of the city and it's people. A fight Trodai had no intention of losing. He knew much now weighed upon his shoulders, a weight he had never wanted before, at least not until Azar inspired him. Gave him the confidence to act on his ambitions, and become something more. Perhaps too ambitious in some respects. Although he had made mistakes, he still held firm to his beliefs and of Azar. That he would do anything for him, the one he loved more than he ever thought he could anyone.

Just as he would do all he could for his people and prove he was still worthy.

As they entered the ornate dining hall and seated themselves, Trodai couldn't help but also notice the female guards, it intrigued him. He could feel the malevolence and hunger, a tempting draw that he resisted. He was somewhat taken by surprise though when Karys complimented his choice of ally. And appeared to approve of his decision to approach the Progressive faction. He allowed a brief smile, for at last hearing he was taking a step in the right direction, and righting his wrongs. But he knew the week was far from over, they still had much more to do. Starting here, tonight.

Trodai listened as Lady Narat acted in a manner he did not expect. A way that surprised him far more than he thought it would. As she explained how thanks to Mjan she had escaped a marriage she wanted no part in but was forced by circumstances and duty. Yet despite it, there was perhaps some solace in that he had resulted from it. That her fall had also allowed her to rise and in that he found a little inspiration. He too would rise again. Who was this woman who was now before him? He thought as she grasped his back and asked who had made him this withered form he now was. Was this truly his mother? She had never acted this way to him before now, so why now was she so concerned about him.

Why the sudden change of heart.

And then he thought upon all the moments with her in the past, scrutinised the events more carefully. All the small moments, the lessons. And in that he saw the truth, where before he was too young to understand, now he saw in clarity. In this moment. She had been trying to teach him. To prepare him and in that he finally understood. For the first time in years a small smile formed towards the woman he had hated so much.

"So I see, I had no idea he wanted to do that by the way. He surprised us both. Your right though father was useless, still is. But he did have one use perhaps, in helping my conception." he half joked, knowing she could probably agree on that point.

Yet the smile it faded as she asked for a name for the one who inflicted his condition. She offered a temptation hard to ignore. A chance to avenge himself for what Karys had done to him. For a moment he said nothing, considering the choice laid out before him. The temptation of vengeance weighed against his love for Azar and the consequences of doing it. And what lines he was willing to cross. He briefly looked to Karys, without his mother aware of it, as he tucked into a piece of meat. As he considered if he should tell her Karys was responsible.

But then he knew it would serve no purpose, that in doing so he would hurt Azar. It was a price he wasn't willing to pay. He would never hurt the man he loved more than the galaxy itself. That he would burn worlds for. He would never intentionally, directly or indirectly seek to cause such harm to his king. His Sith'ari. His lover. To Azar. He would die before he would do such a thing.

Trodai was many things, he knew that, but being so cruel as to harm those he loved like that was not him. He was a Sith, but yet he also retained some semblance of himself beneath what he was. Beneath the rage, wrath and pain. And so he chose another path, one which would hopefully see Karys live and perhaps earn his trust and more importantly Azar's. To right a wrong.

And so he did the last thing he thought he ever would. He would put away his need for petty vengeance, allowing it to die so that the dream Azar had could live. A dream of a united people. For he knew despite the lure of vengeance, Karys still had his part to play. Just as much as he did. As Vossari and even he dared to admit it...Trael. Azar needed them all.

He decided to tell at least a partial truth.

He spoke telepathically in return, shielding the thoughts he wished concealed deep within the darkest recesses. There, they would be locked away.

This was of my own doing. I made several costly mistakes in the heat of battle, and this was the price.

He continued as the dancing did The process of my survival and return was...not easy so I do not recall the name of the one responsible. I wish not to dwell upon it however, for it is the consequences of my own foolish actions and stupidity. Besides as is our way I survived...perhaps stronger for it despite my appearance. Like you I imagine in some ways. I will redeem myself and don't wish for an act in my stead.

He wondered if she would listen, he didn't want her to act rashly against anyone. No matter who she may suspect, this was his problem to solve and he would allow no interference from her to fix it. He hoped she respected his choice and decision.

He inquired I am curious though mother. Why the sudden change of heart? This is not the uncaring mother I remember before me.

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Karys · Jan 20, 2024

Lady Narat listened in silence to her son. She gave a tinny chuckle at his joke at her former husband’s expense. She gently squeezed her son’s hand. That was his crowning and only achievement my son. She replied, the hint of a smile touching her lips.

She remained silent as Trodai explained that he had brought this fate upon himself. That his own decisions had brought about his own near ruination. That was a hard reality for her to accept. To see the broken form of the son she had once nursed made pain and rage roil to life in her. But she bit it back, turning her ire towards everything around her would do little good for anyone, least of all him. Instead, she would aid her son in his restoration as regent of Ur.

Then sadly, you and I have much in common my son. Her voice floated back into his mind.

She would accept his answer, for now. Her priorities had to be in order and avenging Trodai couldn’t occur before her rivals had been dealt with. The spider’s web would have to be weaved later.

But Trodai’s next question was both expected but still painful to hear. I never was uncaring, Trodai. She replied. But what good is gentleness on a battlefield? She asked. What use is kindness in war? She continued. No, I always cared for you Trodai. I gave you what you needed to succeed… Her mental voice trailed off as the hand she used to gently grip his left to brush his cheek. …and to survive against whatever you faced down. She offered him a sad smile. She finished aloud.

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Karys remained oblivious to Trodai’s choice. He’d felt someone draw upon the Force but Lady Narat’s skill with the Dark Side ensured it was obscured enough to make the precise location impossible to pin down. Plus his attention had been on the performances put on in their honor. He wasn’t hunting for the source of the Force usage given all the pyromancy around him. His attention only turned to Lady Narat when she spoke out loud to Trodai.

He glanced in their direction but didn’t comment on what she had said. Who was he to judge? Family affairs were family affairs, it was none of his business. But this touching moment needed to come to an end to discuss strategy.

<Lady Narat, what is the full scope of the situation within the city?> Karys asked, pivoting his torso to face her.

Lady Narat slid her hand from Trodai’s cheek and clasped them in front of her abdomen. She turned her gaze to the Sith Master, her burning red eyes fell momentarily to his hands. Disgust flooded her system and her jaw tensed before relaxing.

<Our two foes are difficult to deal with.> She replied. <House Graush believes Ur should be independent of Darth Arcanos’ control. They believe, much like the Sadow of Murzana that strength of arms can beat back the power of a Sith Lord.> She explained. <They are wrong and will bring doom to Ur if given the opportunity.> She continued. <The other thorn in our side is largely loyal to Darth Arcanos but they are our rival and must be dealt with accordingly for this vacuum to be sealed properly.> She answered honestly. She suggested. <Betraying them during the height of battle would make quelling them…easier.>

Karys remained silent. He knew the choice he would make but he wanted to hear Trodai’s thoughts. He wanted the disgraced one to make decisions that they would follow.

<Well, Trodai?> He asked.

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Trodai Narat-iv-Adas · Jan 20, 2024

Trodai listened as she chuckled and squeezed his hand in genuine affection, yet again surprising him. He was not used to seeing this side of his mother, only on rare occasions, so it was unexpected and thoughts began to take form. At her explaining her reasons why she always treated him so harshly. He found it true that they now had something in common, more than he would perhaps admit to her.

As she continued, he listened carefully, trying to discern if she was lying about what she said. He found only truth, and then it all made sense. Just as he suspected and had begun to realise. Everything she had done was for a reason, to prepare him. And thinking upon it he understood now. she was right, compassion and kindness had it's place, but a battlefield was not it. He had found that out the hard way. And in a way some of her lessons had helped him to survive just as much as Caerllion, Karys dare he admit it, Azar and all those he called ally. And so he did another unexpected thing he never thought he would. He forgave her and his hate of her subsided, he was suspicious yes but he did not have as much as he did...now understanding. Everything had been for a reason. Yet he did not say it. She would know.

As a smile formed, at being told she did love him as her son. She had never told him before, never said those words. So it was enough to soften his gaze as he looked upon her. Thinking how such a fool he had been towards her. At least in part. He leaned in to hug her massive form briefly, not caring if Karys saw it. This was a moment long overdue, as they reconciled. As the bond that was broken was reforged anew. At least tentatively.

He spoke softy telepathically at first This is the first time you have told me those words. I believe now I understand. Why you did what you did...and it did help me in part. I'm not saying I totally forgive you but...perhaps I am willing to allow you another chance, starting with the reason for my being here.

Then he spoke aloud, so she might hear answering her "Took you long enough to say it." he smiled.

After the moment ended and Trodai was again as he had been, sitting straight he listened as Karys spoke up ending season moment. He knew it had to happen sooner or later, it was time to approach the reason they were here. To strategize how to retake the city and restore order. To help him reclaim his place as regent.

And so gone was the son his mother knew for a moment, and in his place was the Sith. He would be all business about such matters, for there was much to lose or gain. Trodai listened as Lady Narat explained the opposition they would face, as he became aware that the House Graush had changed their minds. And how wanted to forsake their oaths. To oppose Azar, their king. The Sith'ari. To oppose the dream of a united people.

And him as regent of Ur with it. Fine, he would deal with them as the traitors they were. His mother's suggestion appealed to him and as he thought upon it, another idea sprung to mind as he thought upon what they hoped to achieve. As he thought upon what Azar wanted for their people. To unite them.

If they wanted a united people he knew they had to end the feuding. This was a rare chance to perhaps do just that, at least between the Narat and the Ragnos. To unite them and end the feud between the two houses. To make a stronger people together.

For were they not both loyal to the king? But first he needed to see how far was his mother willing to go. What was she willing to do to serve the kings interests.

Meanwhile as Trodai considered the choices laid before him, the Narat sisters returned after their dance and dressed more appropriately sat with the three. Two faced opposite Karys while the youngest was sat next to him. From here he could see a closer look. Xini Hekk iv-Narat, the eldest of the three sat directly opposite with her many striking tattoos of her life.

Next to her was Tsyrua Hekk iv-Narat. The most skilled Pyromancer during their performance. And directly next to Karys, was Valia Hekk iv-Narat, the youngest of them who looked briefly with curiosity. Hoping he wasn't aware.

Trodai spoke, answering Karys as he looked towards both him and his mother. Making his choice.

"I agree. We must deal with the Graush first, this will send a message to any other who get second thoughts or who get ideas to revolt. We must show them all that House Graush are mistaken in their belief. That to stand against Darth Arcanos is to stand against their own people. And to suffer for their disobedience to the king and the Sith."

He continued "I also agree we should ally with the Ragnos and perhaps further to seal this vacuum. I see a opportunity here to perhaps quell some old hatreds and end this feud. Darth Arcanos has a dream, to unite our people. Lady Narat...mother I must ask you. What are you willing to do to help unite our people? To serve our king? What price will you pay for a united people? Are you willing to put an end to this needless feud to make it a reality? And reach a beneficial arrangement for both your houses."

He knew exactly what he was doing. Playing on her loyalty and duty to the king, hoping to sway her as not just her son but with reason.

He gave he Karys a knowing glance while his mother wasn't looking, he alluded to how they had reached a compromise. "To help unite us and make our people stronger. If we ally ourselves with the Ragnos would you let it be for good? For do you not serve the same king with the same zeal? Are you not both not loyal to Darth Arcanos and his vision? To a vision we all share. Divided our people are weak but together I have seen what we can accomplish. Imagine what you might accomplish together. If we are to ally with the Ragnos let us try and let it be a permanent change. If there is a chance to end this feud without further bloodshed, will you try."

He inquired, knowing it was a risk and a gamble but he knew the vision Azar wanted. What all were fighting for. And that the infighting among their allies only weakened what they were trying to do, so he would try and seek a solution that wouldn't involve even more of their people dying unless it was necessary. As was the case with the Graush. They had to suffer and pay the consequences of their actions.

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Karys · Jan 20, 2024

Karys felt the wellspring of emotion between Trodai and his mother. When Trodai embraced Lady Narat, Karys averted his gaze and gave them that final moment of privacy. Once the question had been addressed and Lady Narat offered her solutions, Karys would gaze at Trodai expectantly. How he handled situations like these would show his merit as a ruler. How often did he need the rod? When could he find common ground to move forward? When did transgressions require bloodshed and when could faults be smoothed over? His readings on Zakuul had been enlightening, so Karys was curious how Trodai would respond.

Karys' attention was so focused on Trodai and waiting for how the other man would handle this precarious situation, that he didn't notice the three sister's who sat around him. The time for thinking about the future had passed, now he had to deal with the present issues. He had to ensure Ur was stabilized once more. So, when Trodai began to speak, Karys found his eyebrow ridges rising without realizing it. His questions and the answers he developed to this problem were delicate and encouraged the principles Azar sought to instill. Trodai had grown since they'd last met it seemed.

With his questions asked, Karys' gaze would shift to Lady Narat. Her answers would determine much, was she hunting power for herself? Or was her affections for her son genuine? Did she truly believe in Azar? Or did she only pay lip service to him?

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Lady Narat's lips fell into a small scowl as her son spoke. The Ragnos had killed her family. They had kidnapped children. They had dishonored her House on more than one occasion. And now she was being asked to put aside blood spilled? She was being asked to ignore the wounds of her family? She was being asked to unify with those savages.

<You would have me trust them?> She asked. <You would have me forgive them?> She continued. <And what of our dead kin? Should I forget them? Should I let them go unavenged?> She pressed. <Explain to me how we are to console orphaned young? How we are to comfort grieving parents? Through peace with their family's killers?> She continued. <Did Darth Arcanos forgive those who assaulted his home?> She asked, her gaze turning to Karys. <Or did he avenge his family?>

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Trodai Narat-iv-Adas · Jan 20, 2024

Trodai had a feeling something like this might happen, that there would resistance given the history between the two houses. He knew a change would not happen overnight but he was willing to at least try and change the status quo. He cycle had too end some time or there would be none left of their kind. He listened as his mother, Lady Narat lips scowled at him a little.

Moments after reconciling, it was a lot to take in. But he hammered through, again trying to use reason and logic while at the same time addressing her need. He knew she would want avenge, it was natural given all they two houses had done to each other, yet he saw them no better than the other. Both had committed great crimes against each other in the name of petty vengeance. He knew where that would lead, he had been there. It was not a fate desired for his people.

He doubted Azar wanted that either just as much as any of them.

And so he replied calmly, despite the ranting. He was used to it from his mother "And have you not done similar crimes against them? Have not every house? Have we not all." he countered "We have all committed atrocities against our own people in the name of revenge. Even Darth Arcanos. It only ever ends the same way. I am not asking you to necessarily trust them, not entirely or to forgive and forget what they have done. Or us to forget our dead kin, I don't mean to offend mother. But surely we must ask, when does it stop? I know how you feel, the need for vengeance, to avenge. But the Force tells me despite what we have all done, we all play a part in the vision of our people and unification."

He continued still very calmly speaking "Ask yourself. Deep down. Is this what you want for our people? For your children and grandchildren? For me, mother. Is this what we are fighting for? Nothing but a flow of blood of those people we are trying to unite filling the city streets caught in the middle of our petty squabbles. Do you want it to continue until all the children and our kind are dead? Until none remain of us but mere mentions in the history books? I will not allow that fate for our people. Surely you don't want it either. Only we can break the cycle of our fate, and we must if we are to survive. To evolve and change. Fighting amongst ourselves has only weakened our people. You call yourself Progressive? Now is the time to prove it. Help our people progress and unite under the king.

Under one who understands his people and is finally worthy."

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Karys · Jan 22, 2024

Karys listened to Trodai’s appeal, it was passionate and sound. He didn’t feel the need to interject, he knew it wouldn’t aid in any meaningful way. If there was someone who would sway Lady Narat, it would be her own son and not some “unclean” outsider.

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Lady Narat’s face was unreadable as she listened to her son’s case. She knew he was right, House Narat had spilled just as much blood in this cyclical war of endless vengeance. It was what led Mjan in his attempt to kill her. Petty vengeance and misguided hate. She steadily exhaled from her nostrils.

<House Narat has an opportunity to lead by example.> She stated finally. <To be the embers or change that will flicker across the annals of history.> She continued. She explained. <We will send missives to meet with the Ragnos, we will try to formalize an alliance between our two houses.> She told Trodai before her gaze fell to her eldest daughter. <We will offer the hand Xini to bind our houses together.> Her tone told of the finality of the decision.

Lady Narat’s mechanical body would whirr to life as she stirred from where she lounged. She would look to her son once more and a smile touched her lips before she spoke again. She told him. <But I grow tired, please enjoy the feast and the entertainment.> She offered to the pair of them. <My guards will protect the pair of you, but I must retire for the eventing.> She said before she excused herself from the festivities.

Lady Narat would then turn to enter the compound proper, in her wake a dozen Royal guard followed her. She would not reappear for the evening and leave her son and her guest to enjoy the rest of the evening or discuss whatever they needed to without her around.

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After the feast Karys would walk alongside Trodai in silence for sometime. <Your decisions, so far, have been sound and wise.> He stated cooly. <Azar was correct, you are valuable as a regent.> He said as he glanced over to the other Pureblood. <Perhaps, one day, you will find not only your position but your form restored.> Karys mused aloud. <But that is not today. We both need rest, it seems tomorrow’s meetings will be…tiresome.> He sighed. <Sleep well Trodai iv-Narat, son of the Spider.>

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Trodai Narat-iv-Adas · Jan 22, 2024

Trodai waited in silence for what seemed to him like a eternity after his impassioned speech. The fire Azar had shown him seeming to light his own and inflame him to stand his ground, even against his own family and fight for the very principles Azar wished to instill. To bring the vision and the dream of a united people to life, a vision he believed in strongly. He had thought much after the events of Murzana and many other missions after where he had been a fool and acted in stupidity. Or so he thought of it now. He had taken a hard look at himself, ashamed and angry at what he was becoming.

And so he had changed. He had reached a realisation in his isolated existence. If he did not change, how then could he expect their people to change.

His hate had been just as misguided as his people, he saw that now. And hoped his mother saw how misguided she too had been, to see this was a time of change. A chance for the history of their people to be rewritten. He recalled now a lesson she had tried to once teach him. About the history of both halves of his bloodline. And seeing it now, all the times she had been there upon his return from his Akoge, he saw how she had really viewed him perhaps, even if he did not yet know it at the time. At least back then. Now he understood. She had watched him with pride, as he was growing into a weapon. He thought upon the history of his bloodline. Both Adas and Narat, the lesson she had tried to teach but he had been too stubborn to really listen. Their line, the line of kings and queens had always ruled with wisdom, and strength for most part. Knew when to show restraint, when exercising their great power and when to unleash it.

Now he understood. It was his time to show such wisdom and strength. To determine when to show restraint or exercise his power. Such was the case with House Graush. And with his mother. He was determined to be a regent Azar could be proud of, and love as much as Trodai loved him. For everything he was. King, Sith Lord, Sith'ari. And simply Azar. He would win and stir the hearts of their people in the city and where he could end the blood feuds that had been crippling their people for centuries.

As Lady Narat, his mother exhaled Trodai waited with baited breath. Hoping she saw reason. As she spoke and continued to speak, small smile started to form, one that steadily grew as she came around to the idea of putting a permanent end to the feud between Ragnos and Narat in the city through the binding of marriage. To progress and see their people survive and thrive.

It was something he did not expect, or to see in his lifetime. To reconcile not just with his mother but be the instrument through which the Ragnos and Narat would be united. To see the dream of a united people that Azar had spoken of taking form before him.

He hoped somewhere out in the galaxy, Azar was smiling at him.

As Lady Narat smiled, he smiled back. For probably the first time in years towards her in affection as he spoke in return before she retired for the evening.

"And I am proud you saw the opportunity for what it is, the chance for change. That you see this is the right choice. I have hated you in the past but...after today I am happy to call you mother. I just wish it had been sooner. Sleep well mother."

He offered a brief now of the head and a slight wave as she departed leaving just the guards that remained along with Trodai and Karys who stood alone. Trodai followed alongside Karys, knowing they hadn't spoken in a while. He was curious what he thought about it all. He was silent as Karys explained how much to his surprise he approved it his choices and decision making with Lady Narat. That perhaps he was not quite the fool he had been taken for.

Trodai was further surprised when Karys stated perhaps his form may one day be restored and referred to him by one of his birth names. By Narat. It brought a small smile as he thought upon it. If he could reconcile with his own mother, perhaps they too could one day reconcile and change what existed between them. He was already beginning to see a change, however slight. He continued to smile slightly as he spoke calmly "I am glad you approve, and hope Azar and our people will too." as they walked he continued in reply to Karys other comments "Perhaps so, I hope so. I know now back at Murzana I deserved what happened, that I deserved this." he spoke more, revealing the fact he had been asked about who did it "She did ask about who did it, threatened to bring the house upon the one who did. I did not tell her, I understand now why you did it. I was a fool, a coward, unworthy of what I had been afforded. I see now my own stupidity, my reckless need for attention and glory....and strife to be better. I will be better. Not just for me, and for Azar. But also for our people. They deserve a regent they can trust."

Trodai surprised himself at his own words, but all was true. He would strife to be the best he could. As a Sith and as regent.

"Perhaps one day we might be allies once more instead of the rivals we became." he said thinking upon it. He sure hoped so, he had never intended things to end the way they had happened. Perhaps in time, they to could change the way they perceived each other, just as his mother had changed "You are right though, we both need the rest." He said, finishing with "Sleep well, Master Karys'ithar. Husband to Darth Arcanos, our king. May the Dark guide us both."

And with that he left as both were lead to their rooms. As Karys was escorted to his room, two Grotthu opened the door for him, to reveal a stunning guest bedroom that opened to a even more stunning views overlooking the city from the sofa and coffee table area. Another area opened to a luxurious bathroom. Trodai was escorted to the royal bedroom of a prince of Narat. The son to the Spider.

As he took to resting, Trodai briefly wondered. Was this all some great test from the Force. Hearing the words he had from Karys, reconciliation with his mother, and convincing her to ally with the Ragnos. It made him begin to think so, a path to redemption maybe and so he was determined to pass it. Determined to not fail. To help unite the people and restore order to the city. To be a regent they could rely upon. Closing his eyes after a brief meditation, he slept better than he had any previous.

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