Darth Asminys was a stranger to the ways of magic. Long had he desired to taste its power, but circumstances had dictated otherwise on his path to power. Unfortunately for the Sith Lord, he believed his solution to one of the current problems that plagued him was a solution that would involve... magic.
Loathe to go scraping and begging for the help of another Sith, Asminys had spent many moons in the libraries of Korriban, pouring over ancient texts on magic, searching for answers. Studying the possibilities. But the answers had eluded him. At least until he had stumbled upon a text detailing an event called the Nightmare Conjunction.
The answers had begun to unfold.
Unfortunately the answers still called for one thing that he did not possess. Magic.
This need had brought Darth Asminys to were he stood in his armor, unmasked. Under the red skies of Dathomir. He had heard of it once, a distant memory spoken by the very same woman he sought today. Darth Andruil had come far since he had first met her, when she went by the name of Renfry and was merely curious about the Sith. He had recognized her as a fellow predator of the darkness, and her hunt had been bounteous. If this was her homeworld, it made perfect sense to the Sith Lord that she would do well within the Sith. The very planet was steeped in darkness and mere existence on the planet was a savage fight for survival.
He almost thought he might even enjoy this world.
But he had business at hand. He had already informed Darth Andruil of his impending arrival, and he now approached the meeting location, plodding through the red dust with heavy metal feet. Heavy footfalls heralding his arrival, Darth Asminys approached the witch of the western empire to bargain.
@Phoenix
Loathe to go scraping and begging for the help of another Sith, Asminys had spent many moons in the libraries of Korriban, pouring over ancient texts on magic, searching for answers. Studying the possibilities. But the answers had eluded him. At least until he had stumbled upon a text detailing an event called the Nightmare Conjunction.
The answers had begun to unfold.
Unfortunately the answers still called for one thing that he did not possess. Magic.
This need had brought Darth Asminys to were he stood in his armor, unmasked. Under the red skies of Dathomir. He had heard of it once, a distant memory spoken by the very same woman he sought today. Darth Andruil had come far since he had first met her, when she went by the name of Renfry and was merely curious about the Sith. He had recognized her as a fellow predator of the darkness, and her hunt had been bounteous. If this was her homeworld, it made perfect sense to the Sith Lord that she would do well within the Sith. The very planet was steeped in darkness and mere existence on the planet was a savage fight for survival.
He almost thought he might even enjoy this world.
But he had business at hand. He had already informed Darth Andruil of his impending arrival, and he now approached the meeting location, plodding through the red dust with heavy metal feet. Heavy footfalls heralding his arrival, Darth Asminys approached the witch of the western empire to bargain.
@Phoenix