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Standing in the center of a cavern hidden in the sprawling desert of Korriban, Darth Vereor took a moment to inspect his old training grounds, untouched by person or time in the near decade since he had been here. Everything was still where he had left it... including the now picked clean bones of an Acolyte who had been unable to keep up with the grueling pace the Barabel set. The opening in the canyon wall outside was deceptively small, yet if one followed the twisting path through sand and stone, they would emerge in a wide space, easily the size of a standard hanger aboard a Star Destroyer. An underwater tributary poured into a large lake that dominated the eastern side of the cave, a small outcropping of rock growing out of the center of the cold, still waters.
Stalagmites and stalactites burst from the stone near the entrance, and cleared further into a large clearing, free from rocks and obstacles. Dropping the bag at his hip to the floor with a low clatter of metal, the reptilian Sith slowly wandered around the clearing, replacing wicks and lighting the stakes and torch holders surrounding the area, allowing a dull fiery glow to permeate the cave. Nodding in satisfaction at the low lighting, barely enough to see by human standards, the Dark Lord fell to his knees and began to meditate, drawing on the immense power laying within his body and the wider world around him.
Rage and fear permeated the Sith planet, vestiges of power long dead burning with malevolent yet impotent rage in the deep places of the world. Pinpricks of light and power came to him through the Force within the academy, the strong and weak alike laid bare under his metaphysical gaze... and he found the majority of them wanting. A snort of derision echoed through the cavern, and with a shake of his head Vereor closed his eyes and began to push, weaving an aura of fear into the growing power he was emitting and sending it out like a wave across the graveyard world.
For some at the Academy miles away, a sense of foreboding would envelop their hearts and drive them scurrying into the shadows like the worms they were.... and yet others would feel, within the burning power that shone like a beacon far out into the desert, an invitation. A chance for knowledge, practice, and the promise of power. Letting out a breath, Vereor wrapped himself in a cloak of concealment, the sudden burning power disappearing as quickly as it had arisen. Unless they had a long history of interaction with Vereor his signature would have been unfamiliar, especially as most of his time was spent with the fleets or based in his palace on Anaxes. For the Acolytes, it was simply an unfamiliar but all consuming power... easily a Darth of the Council, but which one it would be would remain a mystery until they arrived.
Finding him would be the first test, to cull the unworthy. The deserts of Korriban were no place for the weak or unintelligent. They would have to move swiftly to follow his fading signature through the desert and into this hidden cave, all the while avoiding the predators that would flood the desert as the sunlight began to fade. Keeping his eyes closed, the reptilian Sith moved from his knees into a cross-legged position and slowly rose above the ground, leveling off six feet above the ground and levitating there without any visible sign of effort, his lightsabers joining the rocks that began to float and orbit around his still form. He had time to wait, and Vereor knew he would require all of his patience to deal with some of the Acolytes that would likely come stumbling towards his training grounds, tantalizing visions of glory and conquest blinding them to their own weaknesses.
"Thiz one shall see how these Sith measure up.... and whether or not they can be taught."
Stalagmites and stalactites burst from the stone near the entrance, and cleared further into a large clearing, free from rocks and obstacles. Dropping the bag at his hip to the floor with a low clatter of metal, the reptilian Sith slowly wandered around the clearing, replacing wicks and lighting the stakes and torch holders surrounding the area, allowing a dull fiery glow to permeate the cave. Nodding in satisfaction at the low lighting, barely enough to see by human standards, the Dark Lord fell to his knees and began to meditate, drawing on the immense power laying within his body and the wider world around him.
Rage and fear permeated the Sith planet, vestiges of power long dead burning with malevolent yet impotent rage in the deep places of the world. Pinpricks of light and power came to him through the Force within the academy, the strong and weak alike laid bare under his metaphysical gaze... and he found the majority of them wanting. A snort of derision echoed through the cavern, and with a shake of his head Vereor closed his eyes and began to push, weaving an aura of fear into the growing power he was emitting and sending it out like a wave across the graveyard world.
For some at the Academy miles away, a sense of foreboding would envelop their hearts and drive them scurrying into the shadows like the worms they were.... and yet others would feel, within the burning power that shone like a beacon far out into the desert, an invitation. A chance for knowledge, practice, and the promise of power. Letting out a breath, Vereor wrapped himself in a cloak of concealment, the sudden burning power disappearing as quickly as it had arisen. Unless they had a long history of interaction with Vereor his signature would have been unfamiliar, especially as most of his time was spent with the fleets or based in his palace on Anaxes. For the Acolytes, it was simply an unfamiliar but all consuming power... easily a Darth of the Council, but which one it would be would remain a mystery until they arrived.
Finding him would be the first test, to cull the unworthy. The deserts of Korriban were no place for the weak or unintelligent. They would have to move swiftly to follow his fading signature through the desert and into this hidden cave, all the while avoiding the predators that would flood the desert as the sunlight began to fade. Keeping his eyes closed, the reptilian Sith moved from his knees into a cross-legged position and slowly rose above the ground, leveling off six feet above the ground and levitating there without any visible sign of effort, his lightsabers joining the rocks that began to float and orbit around his still form. He had time to wait, and Vereor knew he would require all of his patience to deal with some of the Acolytes that would likely come stumbling towards his training grounds, tantalizing visions of glory and conquest blinding them to their own weaknesses.
"Thiz one shall see how these Sith measure up.... and whether or not they can be taught."