Closing his eyes, the young lad's mind went to work. Za'in's arms folding over his chest as he sat in the comfortable seat, his mind beginning to be nagged by a weird, invisible force. Grinding at the ridges of his brain, gnawing on every neuron that ran through the system of his body.

There was something up, it was just a simpel feeling, but he knew something was wrong. There wasn't an exact, specific element about the black spot, but there was something awkward about it that he just couldn't put his finger on.

When finally bringing his eyes to an open and let them take a gander back at the black spot, the feeling returned. The gnawing grind of his mind by the unseeable force telling him once again that there was something weird about that place. That location...

"Yah, somethin' is up," the young man began. "I don't know what the kriffing hell it is, but something is wrong with that place."

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A short moment passed, then she reached out and flung her arms impulsively about Shayla. Images swirled in her head, images of Roan and Aelvedaar and Wicked and Recinis, foggy gnarltree giants providing a looming and shadowed backdrop; tears sprang into her own eyes at that, and slowly coursed a path down her face.

“I have missed you as well, Shayla,” she whispered into the young woman’s ear, not releasing her hold. “There were times when I wished I had you here to assist me in certain… matters; to help me with particular… decisions….”

She stopped with that, forcing the dark images from her mind along with those of her defeat of Kreesha and the means by which she had taken the first steps in a plan she had thought at the time she had wished to implement. How naïve she had been in this endeavor; she shuddered with a sudden and heartfelt recognition of Lord Aelvedaar’s power… but not necessarily in subservience to it. With this assurance coming to her so strongly now, she pulled back and held Shayla at arm’s length. She stared deeply into her eyes, coming to a halt upon reaching a moist and trembling hurt therein, and paused for only a moment more before reaching into Shayla’s very memories via their newly restored link. Bypassing the hurt she, Graysith, had caused her she continued deeper with grim determination, arrowing directly to the source of this particular pain.

The image of the young infant suspended in the incubator struck a darkly responsive chord within her. She closed her eyes again, thinking of all she had gone through in finding her own daughter, in assisting her own unborn son in so laughably coincidental a manner….

She forced those feelings aside. Her daughter ShaRhylla was safely with her, and recovering from her terrible experiences at the hand of the Dark One. Her son… was safe, and would remain where he was for eternity, too small and unstable to remove even for the brief length of time it would take to place him in another incubator. But this—

“I will help you regain your son, Shayla,” she whispered as she gently halted her sojourn through that young woman’s mind. She pulled back, staring deeply into her eyes.

“Much has happened; you must tell me what you have learned about this Thoran. I cannot help but believe that, somehow, all the dark mysteries are connected; somewhere there is a source that if found and eradicated, would result in the Sith achieving the correct leadership and new beginning here in this time which they so deservedly must have.

“Let us hurry back to the Temple that you may tell me more of what you know.”

Giving Shayla’s shoulders another squeeze she then turned away, hurrying onward until soon they found themselves approaching the great step-sided Temple of the Warriors of the Sith. Not too long thereafter and they were back in the Grand Dining Hall, where the Chosen Daughter clapped her hands to the temple servants in request for food and drink. She knew the hour was late, she knew they all needed cleaning up and sleep… but matters were too pressing to wait.

She seated herself on the couch that faced the stone fireplace, patting the seat next to her and leaning back more comfortably against the cushions. The heat from the fire warming her body, she waited for Shayla to begin.

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What a bunch of kriffing help that was, he thought irritably. I know there is something wrong with that place...

...what want to know now is exactly what is wrong with it. Kelderon said he couldn't read anything about it in the Force, or something like that...

...dammit, I really need his help, and Matt's...

At that thought, Jasyn turned once more to Za'in. "Doesn't seem we're gonna get anywhere with this til we find the others...

...or until we find someone who might be willing to help us," he said aloud.

Like the latter of those two will kriffing happen, a shoulder devil snorted. Jasyn ignored it.

"Let's just land and get going to the coordinates the Impys gave us. The sooner we get there, the sooner we'll find out what happened to Matt and Dash. And just maybe we'll get some clues concerning what happened to Galen while we're at it...

...because as of right now, that's about the only logical idea I've got..."

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...from the strange memories that she had been having from her past, of the way Thoran had seemingly identified her and reacted to her back on Sullust when she had first come across Panthar, and most of all the details concerning her last encounter with him. She made certain not to leave out a syllable concerning Thoran's claims about Phalomir as she did so.

"I could never get him to reveal the identity of his mysterious Master," Shayla said shivering a bit in spite of herself. "Whomever he is, he must be very powerful...

...and I believe it is he, and not Thoran, who has All capabilities. After all, I was able to use my healing abilities to place Thoran in a sleep, and I do not know if this would be so simple to do to an adept All-user. I also wonder if perhaps Thoran's master has implanted these memories of a Sith beckoning to me in my mind, or if perhaps they were simply blocked and re-established at some time in the recent past. After all, Thoran did restore my memories of the Sith...

...so perhaps he aslo restored the other memories from my childhood at the same time. All this aside, however, what troubles me most are Thoran's claims about Phalomir. I don't honestly believe him...

...but in the back of my mind I wonder if perhaps there is a modicum of truth to the words that he speaks. Thoran...

...or at least his Master...

...was able to implant memories into Phalomir's mind concerning his past. What if he's somehow manipulating Phalomir even still, unbeknowst to him, to accomplish some dark scheme of his own?

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“Well, I didn’t really have much time to ask either of them their itinerary before they blasted past and sunk into the ground or whatever the hell it was they did!”

He closed his eyes.

“Allright, look, going back to Kell Doober is probably a good idea, at least that’s where Jarleen and her crew are, right? So if nothing else then they can help us out maybe. I think we were all on good terms when we left, weren’t we? I know Phal was walking on Cloud 9 anyway.”

He looked back at the temple and saw the tuk’ata crouched on its haunches, as if anticipating.

“And what about Fido, there? Maybe he can come along too?”

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“Panthar shall be very put out,” he said softly.

He closed the body’s sole remaining eye with the back of a finger. A great deal of the rest of the face had been badly damaged or missing altogether, and a gaping hole sat in the forehead. Phalomir sighed and paid last respects to the body he once shared with Panthar and Thoran, a time that now seemed so long ago.

He rocked back on his knee to stand, but a strange sensation ran through him and he stopped. A slight tugging sensation pulled his attention to the body, drawing his eyes to the midsection. Without thinking, he reached out a clawed hand and shoved it deeply into the puffy skin above the body’s waist, digging deeply until his fingers wrapped around a small hard object. He grasped it tightly and pulled.

Phalomir stared at the small pulsating object in his darkened hand. He ripped off a strip of Panthar’s clothing and cleaned both his hand and the object as best he could. He then placed the object in a pocket and clambered through the bushes back onto the path.

He straightened up the bushes and memorized the spot where the body lay, momentarily putting aside his search for Recinis and headed back for the temple.

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Phalomir stood at the temple entrance and bowed his head to the guards. The brisk pace at which he traveled had allowed a bright sheen to show upon his skin. The symbol of the Armorers glowed softly upon his brow. In spite of his discovery, Phalomir was in good spirits.

“I must speak with the Dark Lady,” he addressed the guards. “Where may she be found?”

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"She has gone into the Temple, my Lord," the taller of the pair said as he directed his gaze toward his boot-tips. "While I have not the privilege of knowing the Lady's actual location, I do know she is fond of speaking with others while at her ease in the Grand Dining Hall. She did have a young lady with her; perhaps you may find her there."

He reached the door of the dining hall and paused. Taking in a deep breath, he knocked on the door and opened it. He looked in and saw Jharmeen and Shayla speaking in the distance.

“Forgive my intrusion,” he said clearly. “I have news.”

Not receiving an immediate dismissal, he entered and shut the doors behind him He walked quickly, his long strides quickly closing the distance between himself and the women. He bowed his head to Shayla, then to Jharmeen, locking with her eyes and lingering slightly. A slight chill crept along his back, and a faint wisp of longing crossed his mind. He fought it back and swallowed hard.

“I have discovered the body of Panthar Dantares,” he said flatly. “It was mutilated and abandoned in the nearby woods. This indicates to me that Thoran and his master were done with that particular vessel and required a newer, stronger one. I am certain that by tomorrow’s role call you shall have a missing warrior, my lady. I am truly sorry for that.”

He looked to Shayla.

“This also means that Thoran is alive, and is still capable of using portals to travel. You must be wary, my friend. I shall protect you as best I can.”

He turned back to the Dark Lady.

“I also discovered something more. Either Thoran was in a desperate hurry, or he and his master were unable to make use of it, but Panthar’s body still contained the Eye of R’lous. It is now back in our possession. It is another tool we may use in locating ou-- your son.”

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Feeling the large vessel activated it's engines and push forward at it's highest speed, a smile came to his face once more, replacing the line of seriousness that had been plastered along it for a long time. Even as the ship continued to grow closer and closer, the smile only grew larger.

Their was an anticipation that he couldn't describe, but he knew there was an urge. An urge for exploration and understanding, a feeling that he had never felt before, though he hoped for it to happen again.

"We'll be there soon," the smuggler said, breaking the silence with his nonchalant tone. A grin widening on his face, replacing the smile.

"I hope those two are okay, as well as this Galen of your's."

Then, as he finished speaking, their came a sense of inquiry to his air. There was something awkward on his face, creeping, ready to pounce on anything that it could. The ship continued on, even with the weirdness along his face, covered over by a slanted, gangly grin.

"Galen," he began, though his tone seem to add to his previous statement. "Galen? Who is this person?"

When he spoke, his eyes moved slowly, falling down onto those brown orbs of his new found comrade. Even though in his mind he told himself that this Jasyn Lancaster was his friend, there was a want to impose and intimidate the man beside him, though he did not know why.

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we go, we go, Dark Lord needs us

as revenge, revenge, we needs revenge

((OOC: Follow the adventures of Panthar, Erick, and Md’diffnnd in the thread Lost Souls in the "Jedi Praxeum & Sith Temples" forums, thank you.))

For someone extremely dangerous to them lay just beyond their reach, cunningly hidden from all save for this Thoran who by now it was clear was merely a puppet in the hands of the unknown entity. Whoever or whatever it was yet unidentified; all that was a certainty was that this being was someone extremely powerful, darkly cunning, and utterly ruthless. Graysith well knew who had attacked Panthar – or at least his mortal body – as well as she recognized the apparent truth in Shayla’s words. Whoever was lurking in the shadows certainly had the use of the All; she had seen the condition of the body after Jharu’s blast, and knew that it could easily have been healed using that great power. Yet the dark unknown one had let this body die, somehow reaching into the very midst of them all to abduct a warrior’s body for further use. A quick summoning of Salandaar, a few moment’s of wait, and Phalomir’s heavy revelation was indeed proven to be true.

Such offhanded inconsideration of life was appalling; Graysith gulped as the sudden conviction that they were all being toyed with slammed into her with tidal surge force.

She blinked, studied the quiet Phalomir, forced her breathing to calm further, let her heartbeat slow. Looked deeply into his eyes as well as his soul, using not only the re-established link between them but her own simple woman’s intuition.

He was telling the truth. The wicked suggestions Thoran had hinted of to Shayla simply were not true, for in her perusal into his being she found no hint of memory justifying the mention of Phalomir being a criminal or murderer. She shivered a bit as she found those memories of herself within his soul, glowing and warm and precious, but nowhere did she find so much as a hint of deception or devious intent linked to his thoughts of her.

What he thought of her was truth to him. Whether or not that was the actual truth yet remained to be seen. What was obvious to her, however, was his lack of complicity toward them, toward her. He had, after all, freely given her the Channeler, had taken the fires of her madness from her being and into his own. These were not the actions of one who was lurking, waiting to attack when least suspected.

She drew in a breath, and stood up. One hand fell lightly to Shayla’s shoulder and remained there.

“I have been speaking with my Adept,” she opened at length, maintaining a cool demeanor and tone of voice although admittedly it was with some difficulty. “She has revealed that a powerful Sith has come to her when she was a child, entering into her mind as easily as you just now walked through those doors. I cannot help but feel that this being is the same one who commands your old friend, Thoran…

“And, perhaps, is as well manipulating you, Phalomir. He appears adept in the manipulation of ones’ mind and thoughts, perhaps in the very creation and insertion of thoughts as well.”

She paused a moment, let her gaze bore into him. Her eyes belied her, softening after a moment.

“He seeks to divide us, to foster mistrust within our ranks, to turn us against each other, perhaps. Do you not sense this? For it is but a short step further from the discovery of one so able to enter into one’s mind to the realization that in doing so one’s very memories can be then altered according to his desires; Phalomir—“

Another pause. A quick clenching of her jaws as she found herself swallowing, surprisingly heavily, for she knew how foolish her next words would be. She had to speak them, however, for sometimes it is by such simple a trigger that long repressed memories are released… and false ones proven to be false.

“Are you certain about your memories of me, Phalomir? Are they those stemming from you? And Shayla, think hard. Do you recall ever in your life a deep suspicion of something not right in your deepest level of thought? Do you remember ever sensing a tickle of this memory supposedly coming from your childhood? It could very well be another manipulation to make you believe it was thus.”

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“I have considered your very thoughts many times myself, my lady,” he said. “I know I have been manipulated, my entire existence was a fog to me when I first arrived here, save the false memories implanted within me during my imprisonment within the Eye.”

He reached into his pocket and took out the Eye, holding it firmly in his hand.

“I also wonder the reasoning for his abandonment of the body here. And why did he not take the Eye with him? It could be that he was never able to fully take advantage of it, or it rejected him… or perhaps he meant for me to find it for some reason.”

He looked to Jharmeen.

“If indeed I am being manipulated then I am a danger to you. That is the worst of all situations, and one I cannot tolerate. If anything should happen to you because of me…”

He bowed his head.

“My lady, my memories of you are the one thing I am most certain of. I shall try hard to not make mention of them again, but…”

He sighed and reached into his robe, loosening the top. He pulled a portion of the cloth back to reveal his broad chest, and emblazoned upon it a single blackened handprint.

“I know you do not remember when you placed this here, for it was not really you – not really. But the ceremony was lovely, and I have the memories. It is enough.”

He continued to hold the robe open as the Dark Lady looked dubiously at her own hand.

“But if I am a danger to you, then I must leave here and never return.”

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Ceremonies must differ when they are between those already entitled…. She could not help that brief non sequiteur from worming into her thoughts.

She opened her eyes and held a hand up to Shayla. Then she turned back to Phalomir and pinned her eyes upon him. He stood quietly, waiting.

“Perhaps, if indeed this is happening, your being manipulated by this unknown entity may not be so grave a thing, my Lor-- Phalomir,” she said softly, smoothly making the verbal transition from title to more personal use of his name. “For you are aware of this, and knowing is half the battle in defeating an enemy.

“Having you here with us, where he may yet think he has the upper hand, is far more useful to us than having you disappear from our sight. Here we may all protect one another; there is safety in numbers, Phalomir, as well as a greater possibility of coming up with an effective strategy.”

She paused once again, swallowing, suddenly wondering why her next words were carrying with them a twinge of unease, of hurt, of creating within her the sudden urge to appease that hurt….

“If your memories are indeed false, if that print upon your chest proves meaningless, then so be it. But they must remain as true to you as if those events had indeed really happened. We must not give away the realizations we have come to this night. They must be maintained if we are ever to find this one and defeat him.”

Without really knowing it, Graysith had left her position beside Shayla as she spoke to the Lord of Armorers, her voice softening with each step she took until as she came up to stand before him she had come to her concluding statement and quieted altogether. She stood there a moment, staring up into Phalomir’s green eyes. Then, after the slightest bit of hesitation, she reached out and placed her hand upon the black tattoo on his chest.

The match to her own hand was identical.

She let her hand rest there, staring at it a moment, then returned her attention to Phalomir.

“You wish to help us—to help me,” she said softly. “You hold the Eye of R’lous, I hold the Channeler. Is it not as you said, that the pair are needed to work together in order to defeat this unknown darkness?

“Or is that yet another false memory sent to you to misguide us?”

She quieted, letting her eyes drop back to her hand, pondering the question she had just asked. Somehow, she didn’t believe that possibility would be so.

This she felt as solidly as she did the touch of Phalomir's cool skin beneath her hand.

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“If you wish me to stay,” he said quietly, “then I shall stay. I shall give you all of the lo-- assistance-- I am able.”

A fire tried to rise inside of him. Not her, it is not her… it cannot be her…

He looked down into her eyes, wide and soft.
It is her…

“The Eye -- this Eye -- was made to be a safeguard against the All, a way to provide a balance to its power. In a way, it is a channeler, feeding from the energy of an All user and throwing that power elsewhere. The Finger, I am afraid, I am not so certain of. I only remember legends of its existence, stories told by old men. If true, then it channels the magick of the Sith, in the same way the Eye channels the All. But there are… stories… of corruption, if a magick user possessed the Finger then it could drive him mad, taking possession of his soul and consuming his life blood, making him lose his mind to the power… throw away his life’s treasures...”

He stroked the back of her hand.

“I fear the same could happen with the Eye. You must wield the Finger and feed from my magick. Let me be your be strength in this. I shall hold the Eye in preparation for meeting our enemy.”

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Something else.

“Now we stand prepared to some extent to launch our own strategies against this one,” she began, her voice firm as she then pulled her hand from Phalomir and turned round. “It appears to me that we do have one true link to this one, and that is through the memories he has planted in the mind of my Adept. I hope he does not realize that we know this, as do I hope we are now not placing her life into further danger than it already may be. Although—“

She turned back to Phalomir, chewing upon her lip thoughtfully, and after a moment’s hesitation quietly revealed to them both her vision within the gnarltree grove on Dagobah.

“I cannot help but think the she whose demise the Lords Roan and Aelvedaar were in agreement upon is me, whether being that part of me who is Graysith or the Dark Lady of the Warriors, I do not yet know. With this belief, I think Shayla is not in as immediate a danger as I once supposed; perhaps this may be put to use in some manner.

“Now it is that I need the strategies of a warrior Lord, as well as the magicks of a Sorcerer and the devices of an Armorer. Now the Triad must be brought forth, if only to protect its own interests, and the very Sith they are to rule--”

Suddenly she cut herself off as another offering recently spoken by Phalomir rose to the forefront of her mind. Her jaw dropped a bit... then came together as she smiled.

She turned back to Shayla.

"You said you left Erik on Koris'ian, correct?" she asked. Then she continued.

"Is Koris'ian not the home of the Armorers, the weapon-builder's Guild? Is not the temple there that of the Dark Lord of that Clan, a position now held by you, Phalomir."

She turned back to the towering Sith Lord, who yet waited quietly. By now her smile was broad, sending light and gaiety into her eyes, making them sparkle like twin amethysts.

"Instructions as to the intent and use of the Channeler must be there in the temple, for it was there that such was discovered in relation to the Claw that I wield, as well as to the Tooth of S'slan. I cannot believe that the Dark Lord would withhold the set of plans concerning the Channeler and its use; it is far too powerful a weapon to risk losing control of...

"...or to risk not knowing how to combat should it fall into the hands of another. Perhaps we should begin our journey by taking a little trip--?"

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“I find it ironic, the reversal of my role. In my time I held the positions Dark Lord of both the Sorcerers and Warriors, but not the Armorers. But, then, my path seemed so much more clear then.”

His smile broadened and a slight twinkle appeared in his eyes.

“Yes, my lady, let us take a small trip. My home is your home, although I am afraid you shall have to excuse the mess. You see, the maid staff has had some time off and things have gone rather dusty.”

He beamed, gazing into her eyes perhaps a moment longer than he intended. He felt once again the pangs of longing, but his spirits had indeed lifted. He somehow managed to pry his eyes from Jharmeen’s and gave Shayla a wry smile.

“You should soon be reunited with your husband! But please, allow me to tell Panthar of his… loss. I owe him greatly.”

He turned his eyes back to the Dark Lady.

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Unsure if he should interupt he paused a moment. considering his actions...

He nodded to himself but once before heading off, his descision made he went off to meet them.
As he strode onward he felt a soft pressence in his mind, along with a message requesting his pressence.
"You never need be forgiven for entering my mind."

As he entered the dining hall he bowed to them, reaching out with his senses he picked up the somewhat serious, yet hopeful emminations they were filled with.
"What is our plan of action?" he spoke calmly, his gaze smiling softly down upon all present, his form erect and ready.

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“Indeed, your home was mine as well, for a short time,” she replied to Phalomir, her gaze softening and growing vague as memories of time spent there with Recinis came flooding back. The little home they had taken as their own to carefully borrow, the rite of advancement they had performed for Jharu, the gown of the former Dark Lady he had found for her to wear, how she had found the sheath for the Tooth.

She blinked the memory back into her mind, now lifting her face up to Phalomir’s.

“Perhaps we should find Lord Recinis, and seek his input, Phalomir,” she said in suggestion. “I do need the strengths of all the clans to fight this dark evil; we need his expertise as a warrior and a strategist.”

She quieted, seeking outward along the link he had placed within her, feeling his warmth in her mind but not finding where his physical location was. Now throwing back her head, she closed her eyes and removed all present from her conscious awareness, letting her All-talents follow the link Recinis had made until she finally made contact with his mind.

“My Lord,” she whispered directly into his thoughts. ”I beg forgiveness for the intrusion, but your presence is needed to join us. We are in the Temple in the Dining Hall; please, come as quickly as you can.”

The message duly sent, she pulled back and opened her eyes. The fell into Phalomir’s, which were very close to hers.

“Once we find the use of this Channeler, do you think it will be enough to use against this Dark One?” she asked at length; then she frowned. Her head cocked to one side.

“Who do you think he can possibly be, Phalomir?”

Even as she said the words Recinis entered the Dining Hall and spoke to them.

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“I have been trying to speculate who this master may be. There was a purported society in my time, a strange sect who were bent upon ruling the future by controlling the past. It was a legend, a mystery. Yet perhaps it was true.”

“As for the Finger of R’lous, the stories were few, and shrouded in great mystery. But it was rumored to be a device that would allow one who was not a sorcerer to manipulate Sith sorcery, and one who was a sorcerer to multiply their powers tenfold. But the latter was costly, the Finger would eat away the magick user’s soul and will.”

He exhaled deeply.

“R’lous must have been a powerful, yet demanding deity. Alas, all knowledge of him was lost in my time. What can you tell me of him? Perhaps it will help in understanding the device.”

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Taking a moment to compose himself his gaze fell heavy on all in attendence. "This is a grave time if these are the artifacts we now must contend with... True knowledge i can not tell, for i was trained a warrior, and the sorcerer's were very... Cautions with whom information was shared... I was told what needed to be told, even as one who was to gain the title of dark lord of warriors..."

His eyes closed for a moment, reaching into one of the closed area's of his mind and bringing forth the legends of his childhood.
"R'lous was no diety of my day... he a legendary sorcerer... A sorcerer who was capable of unbelievable feets of power... As the legends went, R'lous forged items which would assure he would hold absolute power over the universe... Assure that it would be he alone, for all eternity that ruled over every aspect of existence... he saught no triad. It was fabled that when he combined the power of all his objects his body was destroyed, and his spirit was given the power of the gods... I supose that is when he became as you know him... The diety R'lous..."

Slowly his gaze settled on Phalomir, "as i understand, whoever should attempt to use the objects for any reason aside from a goal, with nothign but absolutly pure hearted intentions... Will be consumed with the posibilities that unfold, and will soon seek to become just as R'lous... It is said that only one who has no desires within there hearts at all to have complete control... May safely wield his power... And even then, only when necisary, for it is an addictive power..."

His gaze turned to Jharmeen and then phalomir and he nodded, " I can surmise that these possibilities are precisily why she holds the device, and not you, you have been wise...Never must this be changed... No matter how strong the will... I believe all sorcerers will be consumed by R'lous' will should they be given the chance."

He turned to phalomir and considered... "if we speak of Items forged of sith power... We seek Kel'dereg's tomb."

"Kel'dereg is the legendary armor... He is not known as R'lous is... For his brother was not to inclined to share power... Kel'dereg is said to haev been R'lous' half brother, born of the same mother.... Kel'dereg was said to be the most skilled armoror that ever was gifted the title of dark lord... It was he who suposedly forged the items... No one knew there true potential, for the sorcerers hid all within Kel'deregs tomb... and sealed it with magics that suposedly could not be broken..."

His gaze turned to the item at Jharmeens side once more. "I know where the tomb is... It is on Koris'ian, which you might have surmised by your own intuitions..." He smiled thoughtfuly for a moment before turning to Phalomir, "I have an idea which may provide us the needed power to break whatever Enchantments may guard his tomb... The finger is said to be able to chanal the magics of others... If that is so..."

he unsheathed his sword slightly and ran a finger over the edge, inducing a drop of blood. "My blood is of an ancient line... it is filled with a magic that is from the height of sith power..." his gaze locked upon Phalomir, "if your knowledge, and power as a sorcerer... Are focused into the finger, and my own chaotic magic is used as a power source... I believe the resaults will be very... Impressive..." he placed a hand on phalomirs shoulder, "with your clear strength in sorcerery... My blood... And jharmeens own immense power" his gaze drifted to jharmeen. "we can accomplish this..."

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“My strength is with yours,” he said earnestly.

“I too have the blood of a warrior line within me, but the sorcerer line is stronger in my blood. However, I feel the armorer within me expanding every moment.”

“But I do not yet trust the Eye beyond my own capabilities to control its power.”

He locked eyes with Recinis, and started as if to speak. He paused, however, hoping instead that his eyes portrayed the message of peace he wished to share with the man he was earlier prepared to battle to the death.

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His gaze swept to Jharmeen, his eyes finding hers he spoke clearly.
"I believe this is our best option in not only gaining an understanding of the new tools that have been hopefuly gifted us, and not instead cursed to us..." His gaze swept to phalomir for a moment, "not to mention an excelent opertunity to forge between us all the greatest substence that is required... trust... Have you any objections M'lady?"

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A thrill chased through her body. She chased it away just as fast as it had arrived.

“Indeed, the road ahead of us is long, and fraught with danger,” she finally said, directing this last statement toward Shayla even as she turned and began walking to where that young woman yet waited in obedient silence, still seated upon the couch. Stopping in front of her, she held out a hand and placed it on Shayla’s shoulder, bidding her to rise. Shayla did so without hesitation, and stood quietly waiting by her side, her greeny-blue eyes filled with a sudden fire and determination.

Graysith smiled and placed her arm about Shayla now before turning to face the others once again.

“I have no fear of failure with the two of you by my side,” she opened with another smile. “But, do you think we should leap to Koris’ian at this very moment? Or shall we rest this night, eat, strengthen ourselves before heading out to learn of this great weapon—“

Here she paused slightly, letting cool fingers run up and down the length of the Finger of R’lous.

“—for indeed, from what Lord Recinis has said, it stands to reason that we shall be encountering dark and strong magicks. May I remind you all of the manner in which my Sire—that is, Lord Aelvedaar, has now revealed himself to us.

“While I am prepared to lead us to this strange tomb at this very moment, I wish also to make certain that we are fully prepared for anything—anything!—which might suddenly come along in an attempt to thwart us.

“Dark Lord Aelvedaar is quite--cunning.”

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He smiled softly. "yes... I do believe rest would be very wise..."

He looked back to phalomir and then at jharmeen followed by Shayla.
"i believe it would be wise if you all went to gain your rest now... Tomorow's journy will require us all to be at our best... In view of all that has happened in my absense... I do believe i am the freshest... I will take care of any preperations for tomorows journey that will be immediatly required... Please, now-"
He passed his gaze gently over everyone,
"-Take leave for the night... Prepare anything you may require for yourself, and then rest well..."

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“Yes, I agree. Rest is much needed, I must admit that the day’s events have left me slightly fatigued.” He thought briefly of the battles with Aelvedaar, the fight with Thoran, and the whirling madness locked within him.

He looked to the Dark Lady. He placed a hand gently on her shoulder, concern in his eyes.

“But if you require anything, do not hesitate to call. I do not trust any of our adversaries to put off their plans while we rest, and I am still sworn to protect you.”

He swallowed hard and stepped back again, suddenly very conscious of his exposed chest. He closed his robe and waited for the others to disperse, eyes intent upon the Dark Lady.

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