His senses quested outward, seeking to determine what had transpired in his stronghold during his absence. All seemed quiet... a little too quiet. A frown reappeared on his striking features as he now clenched his fists, his stride lengthening as he hurried along.

"Taehun!"

The command for attention ripped out from him like the eager claws of a rancor seeking its kill. It flashed out in all directions, hunting for the essence of his new apprentice, determined to find the reason that the essence of another certain someone did not appear to be anywhere around. For while he had sent Taehun out to destroy the young girl and the cunning sorcerer, he did not want them utterly eradicated from existence. He wanted to see the bodies, not only to gloat over the godlike powers he had over them but to prove the loyalties of the one he had chosen to assist him.

And so he came to the equivalent of a great and echoing Receiving Hall, and there mounted up on an elaborately carved and bejeweled dias. Atop this sat a throne fit more for an emperor than a king; with a flourishing swirl of his robes he seated himself upon it, grasping the arms with two strong hands, sinking his fists into the material there.

"TAEHUN!"

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Suddenly, Taehun heard his master's distinct voice in his mind. He heard his call for him, and abruptly turned around, ready to exit the way he came, only to find the false wall was gone. All Taehun saw was blackness, and there seemed to be no way to get out of it.

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"We are not safe here..." Lo-Ban said, quickly coming to his feet...

There was something... something that just wasn't right...

Naad could fend for himself, as he did to escape... I must keep harm from coming to the child...

He wouldn't let another young girl die in his arms, as he did he little sister... at the hands of a jealous fencing competitor of Lo-Ban's...

As that thought came to his mind, he did all he could to regain himself...

Ok... where to go... the safest place possible, Prinn'chatka.... I only hope Aelvedaar will accept me if I can, in fact, get through to him...

Lo-Ban took everything he had been taught by his early master Trel... he let the force take over his wishes, and sent an SOS to Lord Aelvedaar... hopeful for a timely reply...

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He felt the dull thump as the ship set down, at the same moment he finished his work upon that strange consol he now had found a quiet union with.
Phase one had now been completed, and so he would soon have access to the most devestating program to ever be known in the universe...

Queitly he stood, exiting the ship, and innacting a special defence upon it, so only he would have access to its secrets, and should any other attempt to enter, they would be dealt with in a quite...amusing, manor.

quietly he stood, facing that strange shield which seemed so perfect, it was complete absence of everything, such a spectacular sight it was to behold... But now it was time for that sight to be ended.

A hand extended into the air, and he took hold of the force, which was as a part of him forever, the powerful affects of the eternal flame still apparant in his awsome command of evil.

Quite litteraly he tweaked All it was to be evil. he simply reached out and sent his evil being through the universe, he knew roan could feel it, the siths dark heart assured him that knowledge, now it was simply time to wait, and should roan not accept him... Phase two would begin immediatly, and not a second though of the sith would be considered.

As he waited patiantly, his head tilted back to unleash a dark cackle, once more sending a strange ripple of evil energy flowing through the universe.

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"The damned sorcerer flees even as I speak," he sent this knowledge flowing across a blackened link he now placed permanently into Taehun's mind, ripping into his body and soul with all the care of a starving rancor. "Follow and deal with him; prove yourself worthy of being the Apprentice of Roan...."

With that final thought he waved a clawed hand, quite easily penetrating the magicks of the Sith with the power of the All, that Taehun would be able to clearly see the path before him. There overlain against that fading darkness was the trudging form of one who appeared to be Desolist... and who both Taehun and his new Master knew quite clearly he most definitely was not.

Roan sent one final sensation blasting along that link, one which carried with it the merest tickle of feelings of raw nerve endings exposed, of great claws scraping against hardened slate, of minds and souls being inexorably stretched and warped, of the excruciating pain of flesh literally being burned and flayed from a living body... just the merest tickle of these things, a tickle which would have driven normal men screaming to their knees.

"Do not fail me again, Taehun...."

With that and another off-handed wave of his hand, he quickly dropped his protective shield, sending Taehun to the surface of K'eel Doba, a blackened double lightsaber lying at his feet for a weapon.

Immediately the dark Sith turned his attention to the newcomer, whose strong presence now slammed into him with the force of a tsunami now that the shield was dropped. Before the stranger could possibly do anything which could be perceived as being a threat, Roan began closing his hand into a fist of iron, snatching him from the surface of the planet, bringing him here before him in the bowels of his inner sanctum, the shield re-erecting even as that hand finally closed in upon itself, his long claws once again buried in his own flesh.

His brilliant, flaming turquoise eyes fell into their mirror image; with a silent snarl he exposed his fangs, studying for a moment this personage whose essence he clearly recognized... even as he did the form.

"Do you seek Death then, to have come here as you have?" he finally growled in the deepest of bass whispers, but one so penetrating that the very shadows of the sith drew back in terror, seeking instead the flames of Roan's ever-present fires that they might somehow be cleansed of the blight of those words.

((OOC: Go to The End of the Hunt in the "Sith Temple/Jedi Praxeum" forum to see what happens between Taehun and Freedon, thank you.))

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Pausing a moment to let the demonic gears within his head turn in thougth he spoke again. "I have merly come to once more give you my assistance... For with me now comes knowledge, and ability, that far serpasses what you might expect from a...Human" his lips parted for a moment to release a dark laugh before his grin was renewed.
as his voice came forth again, it was as a viper striking, carring a venom which could drop any man dead. "I have no reason for being here, my plans have been innacted, soon i will hold the ability to control this universe with a mere whisp of desire.I do not have that desire to rule, but as i remember, it is you, who does...And so my purposes are met, in the end, little difference will be made, take my offer, leave it, or... Kill me if you wish!"
His head then tilted back to release a cackle born of insane glee, which not even entaris had an explanation for.
his eyes then arrowed into roans, taking on the texture of dripping blood. "as if such a thing were possible... Death will simply feed my hunger, grant me power, I, my dear friend, am As eternal as your very soul. But this is not what i am here for, make your disision now."

With that his eyes turned into the brillance of turquoise once more.

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The evil in Roan recognized its twin in the powerful form before him. Recognized the powers each could unintentionally bestow upon the other simply by reaching out and taking from each other. One to provide the power to the other, the other to give the one all the hatred and fear and anguish he could muster among millions.

Roan had always aimed his sights on the coming of that day... and now knew that by working in this uneasy "partnership," its coming was beyond assured.

It was simple and factual destiny.

Now his eyes flared back to their former turquoise brilliance. His fangs were once more exposed in a dripping, snarling and utterly evil smile when, shooting his hand out he suddenly clasped the forearm of the one before him, sinking his claws deeply into the flesh there, feeling the blood well up to drip upon the ground, shivering with perverse joy as the man's own sharpened nails gripped his own arm and sunk in. They stood thus, claws in each other, their blood mingling as it pooled upon the ground, thereby sealing the most hideous covenant yet to be seen anywhere throughout the very history of the Galaxy.

Roan smiled.

"Unless there is something in particular you wish to offer, my friend, I believe I may have a small task for you...."

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His head tilted forward slightly in semblence of a nod. "What is it you need? For my other tasks i must yet plan, I am free to perform a task..."

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"There are those who would create a new Triad, to stand in my way of regaining rightful sovereignty over my kind. This I cannot allow to happen; the triad they seek to form must be nipped in the bud ere it forms, and the points of that triad scattered, broken and useless...

"...save for the one who lurks as though a wolf in a fold."

He paused, not saying any more, merely sending a wealth of imagery into the mind of the darkness standing before him: Galen, Darra, ShaRhylla, Graysith....

When he came to the image of the Chosen Daughter, his smile grew even more sadistic. He remained silent, now raking his gaze up and down the strong and powerful form of what used to be Darth Wicked, who stood oozing such obvious and pure evil before him. Then he threw his head back in a great roar of laughter, one which made the sith shadows sob and cry out in fear. But when his eyes came back upon the turquoise ones before him, his own held anything but mirth in their gleaming depths.

"How very amusing... and indeed, quite fitting, wouldn't you say, my friend?" The words oozed upon the air like the encroachment of mold within a garden, and he laughed again, so very, very pleased with himself...

...as well as with the strength and inherent... creativity ...he sensed so strongly within the essence of the Dark Being who had come so unexpectedly to his side.

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Soon he was at the borders of that city, once protected by the shield which mimicked roans own protective shell so presisly... No more, No protection was offered, and silently he entered that place, his console in hand, and his iron like will protecting him from all would attempt and desern his location, it was indeed as though he had simply ceased to exist, a mere shadow within that city.

Sitting now within a secluded building, he activated that console, tapping in a few quick key strokes, activating a program, which emited a low pulse of energy, and mapped a great deal of the city.

Before any could descern his location from that pulse he was gone. Lurking silently within the shadows, waiting for the right time, tapping into that brillent console yet more things which only his mind could bring to pass...

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