he stood slowly, taking up the discarded robes and placing them about him. A hand slowly raised and became wrapped into a fist, feeling his power ripple about him, the sides of his lips curling into a sadistic smile, his head falling back into a dark cackle.
his blood curdlingly deep voice came forth in a wave of darkness. "and so... The once dark lord... Rises again... No longer the dark priest... I am the dark lord"
His dark gaze slowly lowered itself upon his garmets his lips falling into a dark scowl, and once more his dark voice rang out. "this can not do...not for a Dark lord of my power"
an inner voice called to him, telling him to go to Khar delba once more. Yet he could not simply go there now, a ship would be required...
his head tilted back, arms extending at his sides, dark blots escaping from his eyes, surounding his body, taking him far from this place.

Suddenly he was standing on the clossest planet he knew of to his destination, K'eel doba.
his lips curled into that sadistic smile once more, as he looked accross the horrizon, and spotted a ship, simply sitting there, waiting for him to take it.

he had brought himself as close as he could to the location Narcolm's mind had told him the man was staying, he knew a ship would have to be there, if indeed as many people as were there had come, at least one ship would have to be there...and he was rewarded for the logic.
Instantly he allowed the black blots to take him to the ship, entering it with knowledge he had not known he possesed. he quickly activated it, and flew into space, zooming with all speed to his destination...

He stepped out slowly, the black robes blowing strangely in a wind born of more then simple planetary conditions. The dark form walked casually up to the doors of the temple, which opened before him as though being blasted by a strange force.
His booted feet rang dully on the stone of the temple floor, as he walked through corridor, upon corridor, traveling up and down stairway’s, strangely knowing exactly where he was going, though he had never been in this temple before.

The dull ringing of boots upon stone suddenly stopped, a faint echo the only remnants of its once loud presence.
He stood before a large, jewel surrounded set of double doors, his lips tugging up into a dark grin, the pearly white teeth hidden behind those lips gleaming dully in the temples light... Light that had sprung up before him as he walked on, a strangely comforting feeling filling him with the thought.
His hand extended slowly, and the door opened before him, his lips rising further into a once more sadistic smile as he noted unconsciously a small plate of metal next to the door, it read simply "wicked"
His head turned slowly, taking in his surroundings with a strange, piercing gaze being emanated from brilliantly Turquoise eyes.
His gaze quickly found that which he sought, robes that were much more befitting for a Dark lord of his power.
as he exchanged them with his corrent clothing, a small metalic handle fell from the folds of Entaris' robes.
His eyes locked on to the object, now held within a firm grasp of unbelievable strength, looking for a a purpose, finaly his lips curled into a cruel smile, as he remembered what the blade was capable of.
Looking down upon a small box that lay on one of the few pieces of furnuture held in the room, the strong fingers reached out, opening it to reveal yet another metalic object.
his gaze locked intently on both objects his strong fingers pressed against the buttons held on both objects.
With a slight hiss the blades ignited, filling the room with there strange glow... Or rather, one filled the room with a glow, the other seemed to steal it away.
The blade found in Entaris' robes was black, as though it were the oposite of the very name given to it...Lightsaber
his thought came randomly... his piercing gaze then locked upon the other blade, red, a glowing which indeed simbolized the fires of his being, the chaos he could cause.
Both blades seemed fitting to him, one that of Wicked, the other the dark priest, how fitting that he, the Dark lord Entaris, should wield both. With that thought he tucked the blades away in his scarlet/purple robes, the colors seeming strangly fitting to him.
His gaze stop briefly upon a small mirror, the only one in the room.
He considered the imaged givin within its smooth depths, and suddenly realized his head was shaking, his lips turned down in a deep scowl.
This was not the image he wished to portray as the Dark Lord Entaris
His form bent slightly, tearing a piece of black meterial from the discarded robes of the Dark Priest.
His hands pulled back, taking all the hair on his head into a tight pony tail, one which be bound ever 3 inches with another strip of cloth.
His gaze drifted once more to the mirrior, all his hair was tightly pulled back into those strong folds of cloth, save for one small strand of his bangs, which hung like a fierce dagger over his right eye. His lips curled once again into that strange grin he was discovering, his head tilted back, a cackle escaping from his smiling lips.
Stopping suddenly, he opened yet another wooden box, finding amulates with stones that matched his eyes, within it, he placed them instantly on his wrists, there presence seeming to make him that much more impossing, yet he knew not why.
Now... It is time for those who wish to be adept in the darkness... My slaves... be prepared 'master' taehun, and why not warn your 'apprentice' bane as well? The dark lord Comes for you.
with this his somehow impossing form spun, scarlet/purple robes flying behind him as he stepped swiftly back through the many twists and turns of the temple.

As he walked through the temple, he suddenly found himself in a hanger, though he had been conciously trying to reach the temple entrance, his lips curled again into that sadistic smile, his body knew this place well, and apparantly, so did he.

His calm gaze shifted accross each and every ship, strangly though, the one he sought was not there...
how can this be? i have never seen any of this ships...how can the one i am looking for not be here? i dotn even know what it is i search for...
the thoughts rumbled to him.

His shulders droped into a slight shrug, as he chose a random ship, a small tie which he knew was his second favorite... his second... Not his first.

The tie exploded outwards from the planet, menuvering through the gap once more in the strange shields protection, blasting off into space.
His ship had been modified for Hyperspace travel...whatever that was... his shoulders shruged once more, accepting the strange knowledge he had been gaining lately through his knew form.

Indeed, the dark lord's were reborn within him, and they were both oh to happy to assist him in his quests...thier quests...

the ship entered hyperspace with a start, And so his knew "life" began...

Why? WHY? he didn't know why, nor what or when or how. The blazing corona in his mind blazed to life once more. Slowly tearing down the structure of his pysche, rending his thoughts like a knife through butter. He quivered once more, thought.
QUESTIONS

NO, he couldn't ansewer he couldn't. Couldn't anything, for Narcolm there was nothing but pain and the desruction of reality. The death of perception and the rapid descent into the abyss of total ignorance or total insanity. He shot a murderous glare at Entaris, why did he taunt him with questions, was the fire in his mind not burning brightly enough, did this... this.. Master need to fan the flames within. WHY
Questions again but questions no longer had any meaning, only one word had meaning now, "Master."

Unfortunately for Bane, he had not undergone enough training to withstand Entaris' presence. All he could do was what his master Taehun bid him to do, and Taehun was having enough trouble maintaining his sanity around Entaris. Because of this, Bane's state of mind seemed to be undergoing a downward spiral.
But if only we can endure...we shall become unimaginably powerful. Indeed, just as the sword is made stronger by the fire, so shall I be.

"you will accompany myself, and the soon-to-be lord Narcolm on a journy of my choosing, i relieve you from your apprenticeship with taehun, i will teach you the way's of evil, to mold and grasp the darkside, be known, as easily as i can give you stregth, i can remove it from yourself, and from your former master..."

he turned slowly and exited, his boots now completly silent as he walked away, his final words came to the ears of taehun and bane along with a maniacle laugh. "sleep well"

Taehun sat silent for a moment, pondering these questions.
Perhaps...perhaps I have been chosen by the dark side. Yes, that was it! Taehun’s eyes would’ve seemed to brighten to an observer. It was his purpose in life to gather the dark jedi, and obliterate the light from the galaxy.

Yes, that is exactly what I was meant to do.

It shall be done...and I know just the place to start.

With that thought, Taehun laid down on his bed, and closed his eyes.

Until Bane realized he could not deny any part of the darkness, this self inflicted pain would continue.

Bane’s body steadily rocked back and forth in his chair. Without the guidance of his Taehun, he was now nothing. He needed a master.

his lips curled into a menicing smile as he sensed the thoughts of taehun...

Chosen by the darkside...indeed taehun, you are chosen, chosen for slavery, my army will be formed, and the galaxy will fall the chaos...

time passed on about him in countless hours, he let it flow past him like a river, his own form standign strong in resistance, not being pulled down by the strength of its flow.

His muscles continued to finch as he focused more and more of his dark power through the body, the walls of the temple began to thrume in seeming unison as his dark energies threatoned to tear the walls to pieces.

his lips suddenly turned down into a fierce scowl, a snarl escaping from them, the very sound seeming to cary a hatred beyond any other, the ground at his feet bagan to shack voilently, pressure cracks appeared in random places, when suddenly... it stoped.

he stood slowly, his form even more omnious then before, his eyes once again that brillient turquoize color, which seemed to hide the very taint of his soul.
he let his mind reach out, and grasp those within the temple, awakening them with the sound of a million screams of torment, and pain, thoughts of sorrow, and failure, and any other negative emotions held within him.

"come to me, my servants...come"
his decievingly soothing voice flowed through there minds like a teasing wiff of perfume.

...and tore open a passageway therein, rending asunder that very thing which makes up time and space as they are known. He stepped through...

...and in a burst of dark sith flames and sobbing shadows came out into the dimness of another hidden sanctuary. There was a form whose essence he recognized, yet one which was somehow now in triplicate, and those forms were melded into a body he instantly recognized.

A snarl curled his lips.

"And what agenda seek you here, my ally?" The whispered words issued from his lips like the waters dripping within some black and fetid swamp, underpinned by the hollow sound of his footfall as he continued to approach the apparent Darth Wicked, finally coming to a halt mere inches before him. Well aware how threatening his stance was, how closely into the man's body space he was now standing, he remained silent, scowling more fiercely, waiting to hear what he would say, turquoise orbs adhering to turquoise.

His voice poured easily from his smiling lips, coming forth in a calming wave, as he reversed roans intimidation attempts, making it seem as though he were the one invading roans space, his strong form emmited an evil like never before.
"I have taken upon me this body, My ally, with it, my powers have grown to different aspects, and new levels, i may now survive, for before i realize, i was indeed weak, being destroyable by a mere smile... But now, my powers are unlimited, it is now that together, we may truly bring all our wishes into reality."
His brillent orbs then darknened, taking once more the appearance of dripping blood.
he spoke again, his words now hard with determination and controlled rage. "I have taken it upon myself, to become the destroyer of all that is good, my friend." with this he nodded menecingly to Roan. "It is through me, that all that is light, will be vanquished... I will help you in your quests, But know this, All good with die before me, and my soon to be dark army, i intend to bring forth darkness never before seen, The dark jedi will rain supreme once again, and should you accept to maintain our alliance, the sith shall rule just as highly."

he turned slightly, breaking the seeming struggle of impossing natur goign on between the twin statues of evil, "Now, my ally... how go things on your mission's? how goes the rebirth of the sith?"

Now he leaned forward, actually placing his lips within millimeters of the other's face, there to whisper, "You claim all good shall die before you? You shall bring the dark jedi to power once more to reign over all?

"Oh my friend, how sad you are in your perceptions. Even I can see how by this act you will do nothing but destroy yourself, and by your own hand."

With that he drew back, crossing his great corded arms across his chest, his horned head tilted slightly down, turquoise eyes ablaze.

"What good is darkness if there is no light, Jedi?" he spat before falling silent, remaining straight and true, unflinching and utterly unintimidated before his erstwhile ally. Only time would decide if that alliance would hold...

"Aye," he said slowly, not in hesitation, but merely to draw attention to the depth of the words he was about to speak. "You claim that you, and your hold, as true darkness, will remain, the tatters of the war you plan to rage, will be your body, the sorrow the universe feels will your spirit... The empty howls of the land will be your voice...

"Bah! In the end, a lonely sight indeed. The King without a kingdom, the Emperor without a domain. Gaze upon this one and tremble, all ye lands, for here lies he, the mighty Entaris!"

Now he backed a pace or two away from the dark being, and actually spit at his feet.

"It would appear that I find no use for you as well, Entaris. For I need you as the embodiment that you are no longer. If I do indeed hold part of you in my essence, by my mere unbalance you know I also hold that which would bring you to your knees.

"Keep this in mind, my erstwhile ally. And beware in whose plans you meddle. You truly desire an end to all that is; take a care, for you might get what you wish for, and more."

his hand arose slowly, fingers tightening into a fist, and in the motion black lightning forming about it, he stared at it questioningly, the power was indeed amazing, it could never be matched... or could it?
His fingers extended slowly the black lightning falling away from his hand as though it were many grains of sand, splashing to the floor and spreading slightly before completly dissapating.

his voice came out now, seeming to show the weakness that before did not even exist, where once lay quiet beliefe in his power, in his mission, now was a simple tatter of his once strong self.
"Your words are indeed true roan... The blood of the sith proves to hold a wisdom that i can not grasp" he then turned his gaze to roan, whom apparantly had spat at his feet, he shruged in compliance.
"it is strang... I once held comfort in chaos... I once found a calm in its very unorder... but now i can hardly think within its confines...a battle indeed rages roan... One between that of the mortal mind... and that of the Dark priest, of which these thoughts come from, i am not sure, but i have a feeling that i can only truly begin to know should i discover my past, as dark, and chaotic as it might be."

And then, he remembered what had happened.

"And that you would have called, "Master!" he snarled in a voice of iced death. "Pitiful he was indeed, and can only grow more so with the passage of time."

With that he threw up a clawed hand, ready to tear asunder the very fabric of space and time to return to his hidden sanctuary once more, when he paused. Sith flames flared and the shadows begged for his contact, yet he stood firmly ignoring them, turning intensely turquoise eyes to Taehun once again, as though debating with himself whether or not to destroy him.

The Dark Lord standing before him possessed both.

Until recently, Narcolm seemed to possess neither.

He did not know whether it was something he did it consiously or not, but he bowed his head in reverance to the sheer strength displayed by Roan. While he dared not lift his eyes toward Roan, he thought malignantly of Narcolm.

I must admit I am quite surprised. Until recently, you did not even have full control of your own mind, and now you think to command me? I think not, Narcolm. There is a vast gap of power between you and Entaris, and it is a gap you cannot hope to bridge quickly. I follow power, and thus, I do not follow you.

Taehun continued to stare at the floor, awaiting what the Sith would do.

What the...where am I?

He barely finished this thought, when another being seemed to enter his mind. His head was flooded with thoughts, and his eyes seemed to glaze over. He immediately stood up from his bed, and sent a mental message to the one who had invaded his head.

He had to give the man credit for not making a sound, even though his life's blood was now dripping freely down his throat, running in ruby rivulets down Roan's muscular arm to drip from his elbow onto the coldness upon which they stood. Roan held Taehun as though in a vice, a low growl beginning to rumble in his chest as the man just dangled from his hand like a doll.

Abruptly, Roan loosened his grip, and Taehun fell to the stone beneath them. Roan's dark look darkened further as he watched the man drop; amazingly, he managed to land on his feet and remain there. He then bowed his head before his new Master, remaining silent.

Roan nodded, satisfied with something he saw in the man. Slowly, he reached out his other hand to grasp Taehun's chin, forcing his head up so their eyes met. In front of the man's startled gaze, the great Dark Lord of the Warrior clan of the Sith now lifted the hand with which he had grasped Taehun, and slowly, lingeringly, as though relishing every moment of the act, he licked the man's blood from his claws, taking particular care to reach beneath their curvatures in order to obtain every last drop. Then, his eyes turning to pools of oil in his head, he took those very claws and, wrenching his robes asunder, bared his broad and tattooed chest. In one swift move he slashed his own flesh; the dripping hand now grasped Taehun by the throat once again and brought his face to the wound he had opened.

"Partake of my blood, and my adept and apprentice shalt thou be," he intoned, forcing Taehun's lips to the wound. The man was beginning to choke down the first drops when the dark lord suddenly jerked his head to one side. His turquoise eyes flared in response to something only he could see, only he could hear. A gigantic shudder born of the most animalistic of rages crashed through him, and he flung Taehun to the ground. Even as the man hit and rolled, the Sith threw back his head, his voice shattering the darkness which writhed and oiled and caressed all about him:

"MALADIUS!" The words ripped from his very lungs. Then his eyes slitted, and he returned his gaze to Taehun.