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With his typical grace, Torment raised his lightsaber as the crimson blade absorbed the energy from the lightning. The Sith Order.....I haven't been a part of that in a long time... Torment sprung towards Azaell and swung his lightsaber at the unarmed enemy. Azaell just managed to step back, but Torment's black boots caught Azaell straight in the chest, causing him to falter again.

I know where you live, Dhan-Jaroe...

Torment turned towards Azaell and laughed in a coarse tone. "You amuse me, Azaell. You call yourself Darth Azaell, though you are not a Sith. You consider yourself a Dark Jedi, but you do not practice their ways of the dark......but, I didn't come here to have a conversation, so shall we start?" Revealing the curved hilt of his new lightsaber, Torment walked into the battle arena and activated his lightsaber. A single crimson beam extended from one end of the long handle.

Lord Torment stood up to his feet and looked about. The incarnation of darkness.....prove it to me, then.

To not get anything confused, I think that there should be a title that recognizes who's dueling with who. (i.e. Darth Heretic vs. Adi-Wan)

OOC: LOL, my bad, I thought that post was directed at me.

"You may, but what you build is my possession."

A smirk crossed Torment's face, he lifted his hand and orange lightning spewed forth. Barohm Zar wasn't sitting in that spot anymore as he was held in the air, each particle of energy from the lightning absorbed into his body. With a swirve of his hand, Torment sent the Sith Master's body dented into the arena wall.

Barohm Zar, I will accept that challenge. Torment walks into the circle as all others retreat.

"There is no such word as 'lorded', young one. You are not a 'Sith Knight', you are an apprentice. The Sith tradition does not recognize multiple levels of achievement. The only stage is - Sith Lord." Torment paused and looked across the sky as the Sun was preparing to set. He sighed, and turned back to Hexious. "Forget everything that you have learned, you will know only what I teach you."

"My apprentice, if you do not obey me, then the meaning of your life is worthless. Is cruel death what you desire?" Anguish was silent. An instant later, his head was rolling across the ground. Torment walked towards it and kicked the head, it hit the wall and the skull shattered. OOC: Sorry if this was an ohk, but Xodius Durron (Darth Anguish) has left the site.

*A hologram is sent to AM, Torment stands before the Sith.* My fellow Sith, it has appeared that we have somewhat disbanded, and I wish that we could gather and form together in unison. The coordinates below is the location that I wish to meet.

Darth Torment walks in the Official Dueling Arena and releases his presence in the Force, challenging anyone and everyone in the arena.

This is out of the regular RP, just to let you know.

Torment said nothing in response but just nodded. "Do you understand what discipline is?" Torment paused and awaited for an answer, then continued. "Discipline is what allows us to survive. Discipline seperates the weak from the powerful. Discipline is what you need." Large, flat stones lied tranquil on the ground before Lord Anguish. "Tie these onto your back", Torment ordered. He did so and when he tried to stand up, Anguish immediately fell due to the enormous weight held on his back.

In silent solitude in the dark cave, Darth Torment began to construct his lightsaber. From an invisible patch in his cloak, he retrieved four crystals that glistened in the darkness. The parts needed for his creation were all layed out in perfect formation. Slowly, Torment began to abandon himself to the Dark Side. Before him, a spark suddenly burst into flame, the fire lighting the entire cave. He reached for a crystal and began to shape it into the synthetic crystals needed for his lightsaber. He remained near the blazing embers and concentrated on the metamorphosing gems, using the Force to purify and refine the lattice of the molecular matrices. Torment sat by the raging fire, focusing his hatred to a fiery peak and expanding his control of the Force, using it to manipulate the molecular structures of the four crystals deep in the embers that rose above. Not even the compressed walls of the cave could entirely contain the intense temperature required to form the crystals. Hour after hour passed, the searing heat washing over the Dark Lord. But his control had not wavered; the pain had no swayed his focus. Layer after countless layer of the original four crystals had been laid down, aligned, and perfected. Finally, he had sensed their readiness. He extinguished the fire and before him, was his four perfect crystals. He began into the next stage of the development. Two, identical handles had been built, two crystals obscured deep into the curved cylinders. Both handles looked menacing, wicked. They were curved into a long arc, resembling an asterisk. The final stage of his construction awaited him, it was time to adjoin the two handles. The power of the Dark Side flourished in Torment, coursing through every molecule of his body. He took a handle in each hand and with grace, slowly began to join the two edges. A spark of blinding light flashed before him, causing instant pain into his eyes. But the process was done, his new lightsaber was formed. The handle was curved, looking somewhat like an elongated U. Sith drawings and images of the dark arts were visible on the surface of the long handle. The power of the Dark Side continued to rage on in the crystals of the interior of the long handle, not even a lightsaber itself can damage it. He took the lightsaber into his hands and activated his new weapon. The handle of the lightsaber suddenly straightened as twin beams of stark, beautiful crimson light speared into the darkness. It is done.

Torment's shadow followed its way into the deep cave. Before him, was Darth Anguish, lying exhausted on the ground. "My apprentice....it is time to continue your training, it is time for the next step to your inevitable destiny."

Torment's ship touches down on the planet of Byss. He walks into the massive fortress that used to be the great Darth Mortis Diabolus' castle. It was now his. He walks through a series of mazes that no one would know and ends up in a secret compartment. He settles down onto the floor and works on binding his wounds. His ribs were broken and fractured, and the hole in his abdomen still hadn't healed. When he was done, he sat down and started into a meditation.

Torment's ship returns from its previous journey. He walks into the dark cave where Anguish was located and finds him awake, lied against the cave wall. "My young apprentice, rise and awake."

A sleek, black ship flies across the darkened skies of Ilum. It lands and Torment walks out. He let the Force guide him, and let the Dark Side probe the surroundings of the planet. If what Tobias Thrawn has told me is correct, Exar Palpatine is on this planet... Quickly, he signaled the remote control at his wrist as his Sith speeder raced towards him. Without stopping, Torment leapt onto the speeder and took off.

"I see. I will stay here and continue to train my apprentice. If the Sith needs us, we shall offer them support." Torment sent a Force message to Anguish. My apprentice, you are trapped in the cave and I will not be able to find you. Darth Torment soon boards his ship and flies away.

Darth Torment walks across the marble halls of the fortress to meet with Lord Diabolus. He stops and bows in front of him. "What do you need of me, Lord Diabolus?

The droid, with its laser cannons removed, extended and activated its lightsaber. It charged at Darth Anguish, lightsaber blazing. It feigned a blow to its left and twisted its lightsaber to its right, deepening a gash in Anguish's shoulder.

The droid moved in a blur of light and fired its cannons again. It tainted the ground with blackened spots, some missed Anguish by only millimeters. The droid retreated by a few steps and continued to fire at its target. One of its blasts caught Anguish in his left calf.

A Sith War Droid appears at the mouth of the cave. It's silhouette marked its dark outline in the moonlight. It made its way to Darth Anguish as he slowly woke from the hard floor. Darth Torment's voice was suddenly echoed across the large cave, but he was no where to be seen. A crude lightsaber was thrown at Anguish. "My apprentice, the droid before you is designed to kill. You must destroy it to avoid death. The droid is equipped with state of the art armor, twin blaster cannons, and its own custom-made lightsaber. It had been programmed with the skills of a dozen martial arts masters, and their reflexes are calibrated just a hair faster than human optimum. A mistake will be fatal." Torment's voice suddenly evaporated and Anguish is left to fend for himself. The droid recieving the signal, advances, and unleashes its blaster cannons.