Eventually, the Sith Lords found out about Ragorians sect, and issued an order for his capture and execution.

As Sith warriors stormed his hideout, Ragorian knew his end was nigh. He feared death above all else, and would have used any means necessary to avoid execution. At the last moment he could, Ragorian emplyed a last-ditch tactic to save his life. He sucked the life from all of his followers through an ancient, forbidden spell, and used their vitality to fling his soul and spirit into his own blade, which was rumoured to have magical properties. His body, left souless and empty, crumbled to dust. This fooled the Sith warriors into thinking he had committed suicide, and they departed, leaving the blade that housed Ragorian alone.

For thousands of years, Ragorian dwelled inside that blade, condemned to the eternall torture of silence and solitude. Many would have been driven mad by this experience, but Ragorian clung to his pathetic form of existence like a child to its mother, and somehow clung to his sanity as well.

After many, many years, Ragorian began to believe that he would be doomed to lie there for eternity. As it happened, soon after he allowed himself to believe this, he came in contact with a living being.

It was a human archaologist, exploring the ruins of the Sith world. She had happened upon the blade that was Ragorian quite by accident. As the woman seized the handle, Ragorian felt life and vigor pour into him. Without quite knowing what he was doing, Ragorian sent some of his spirit poring into the her. Immediatly, he was in control of her body. As long as a person was touching the blade or hilt, Ragorian found, he could control them and use them as a puppet. Ragorian immediatly used his new host to leave the planet. He immersed himself in the history of the galaxy, trying to find what had hppened in all his years of absense, and also researching a way to restore himslef to his former power.

The planet he next landed on was an unsavory one, though. Soon, his host was challenged by a group of local thugs. Without thinking, Ragorian commanded his host to use him, the blade, and kill the men. As he pierced the first one, he suddenly felt warth spread through him, and sensed a small hint of his power return. When he searched for why this had happened, Ragorian was horrified to find that he had consumed the man's spirit when he had killed him. By doing this, he had regained some power.

But, Ragorian's horror did not last long. As he killed the other thugs, each kill filling him with that sweet new breath of power, he found himself desiring more. And so, he set off on his quest to consume the spirits of others to restore his own power. He tavelled from world to world, taking new hosts as he chose, and killing thousands of people. Many legends began to surface on different worlds about an evil sword, the Blade of Chaos, that brought death and destruction to whatever world it was weilded on. And, as he submerged himself in this demonic bloodbath, Ragorian's power grew steadily.

One day, though, Ragorian, by some off-chance heard a rumour that the Empire was blockading a world supposedly inhabited by Sith. That word set Ragorian's passion for life ablaze again, and he immediatly turned his now finely-tuned senses for spirits toward this world, K'eel Doba. He reeled as he sensed some of the most powerful spirits he had ever encountered, all on this one planet. Immediatly, he took the body of an Imperial agent, one with a code clarence, and sped off towards the "Diamond of the Sith", his hunger for these new spirits rising...

(Sorry if that was a little long. Guess I got carried away.)

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