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  1. Bernon Mrrgwharr, the Sith Apprentice of the Sith Master Krath Inmortos, the secondary Apprentice of Darth Akheron, and the Sith Warrior, felt nearly helpless, yet somehow still powerful, as his mind was continuously almost shattered. This new illusion would teach Apprentice Bern how easily the Force could be controlled and accessed. The power of a Sith Lord coursed through him, and he felt like he could not contain it, it was a power he had not yet earned. It was a Dark Power that he thought he was not ready for, and yet, a power that he would obtain one day. He soon noticed his Limnal Blade in the door, confused at how it got there. However, he still had the weapon in his hands, though this illusion prevented him from realizing it. He began to walk towards the doors, seeking to obtain his blade from the door's clutches. As he followed the doors, he noticed that they continued to recede, as if they were running from him. He began to walk faster towards it, the fast walking quickly turning into a jog, then a run, then into a sprint. He chased down these doors in the illusion, feeling as if he would never reach his destination as if he would never open the doors as if he would never regain his blade. He continued to follow it as hopelessness seeped into his mind. He soon could take it no longer as he reached out into the darkest depths of his mind, and released Dark Side energy, in the form of a scream. The concept of mortality soon found its way into the doors, and he felt the illusion washing away and realized the blade was still in his hands. He fell to his knees, his mind becoming both strengthened from the trials, and temporarily weakened, from the constant suffering of his mind here. He began to recover himself, strengthening his mind once more in case of another attack upon it. Once he was completed, he stood once more, and he held out the Limnal Blade in his hands, waiting to see what would happen. He now understood the full capability of what he could do with the Force, and how when he obtained its power, how easily it could be accessed. This whole ordeal had been a trial for him, and he knew it was a test, and a lesson, that was certainly not over. He prepared himself, hoping that the doors would soon be opened, and hoping that he would finally reach the power that lay just beyond. Soon, he would have the Library's secrets, and he would gain the ultimate power from it, the power of the Dark Side.
  2. Bernon Mrrgwharr listened as the Sith Lord spoke, and understood well enough what he said. He knew that this would be painful, yes, but this whole ordeal had been, and he had survived, so he would continue to survive, or he would be too weak to be a Sith. He understood what must be done, and told Darth Dictum. "I shall be your eyes for this ordeal, if that is what you wish." Bernon had often wondered what it was like to be a Miraluka, as they had no eyes, only seeing through the Force, this had interested him ever since he had met Dictum. He also had gathered that he had the blood of a Echani in him, and he wondered what that must have felt like. He had watched as the Miraluka had reeled backwards and his eyes bled, and understood that he must be unable to take the fact of eternity, so he must be the one who sees for him. Many people may have seen this man as a disgusting mix of Echani and Miraluka, but for him, he couldn't care less, as long as he served the Sith well, and helped bring the fight to the Jedi. The Sith had, in the past, relied on many different types of power. For example, during the days of Revan, Malak, the era of Vitiate and Malgus, and the days of the Brotherhood of Darkness, they had focused largely on strength in numbers. Numbers alone could never beat the Jedi, of course. The Sith of Darth Bane and his successors were also flawed, as they had no strength in numbers, and no matter how strong they were, they were too few to win against the Jedi completely. For the Sith to win, he knew they would need both individual strength and strength in numbers. Hopefully Darth Calypso would realize this, or the Sith would be doomed to repeat the mistakes of their past. He would become a strong Sith, and when he became a Sith Lord, he would join their ranks, and wreak havoc upon the enemy Jedi, and the newly formed Sovereign Alliance. The knowledge that would give him the power to help him on his path lay just beyond this door, and he would do anything to gain that knowledge. He listened as the Miraluka-Echani hybrid spoke his last statement, and he knew that his time had come to make a move. He thought for a bit about his statement, about breaking his chains, and it reminded him of the Sith Code he had learned. He understood that by doing this, and breaking his chains, he would be living up to the Code of the Sith, and it was something he would be will to do, no matter how painful it would end up being. Apprentice Bern had only one response in store to Dictum's last comment. "It is the way of the Sith, and I have not come this far to die here, and neither have you, we will gain our power." He opened up his mind to the Sith Lord Darth Dictum, giving his reality to his power over the mind. He would soon see just what pain he had in store for him, but it was a pain he would suffer through and survive, great power demands great sacrifice, and this was no exception. He had suffered the pain of getting here, and he would not back down now, not when his goal was so near, not when almost infinite knowledge and power lay beyond in Krath Inmortos' Library. This was not the last of the tests, he felt, as he could only guess some sort of guardian existed beyond these doors, so he must be ready for that as well, and he stayed cautious, in case when these doors opened, a guardian attacked.
  3. Feeling the walls, floor, and ceiling dissipate into the void of endless nothingness, Bernon Mrrgwharr was caught off guard. He had not suspected such a thing, and had no idea how to counter it. The feeling was horrid, unnatural, no feelings were here, he couldn't even feel the blade that was in his hands. He tumbled around, and knew that this void had no escape. He could not take the feeling, he would not become a damned soul thrashing in the void in pain for all eternity! He had nothing left to do now, as his inner monsters, the demons of his past crept in. The brutal training he faced that shaped him into the uncaring, Lawful Evil, monster that he was. He was trained to be merciless, brutal, and disciplined. If only his parents had known what daily physical pain he faced there he might not have been sent. While he was grateful for being turned into the man he is today, he hated those who trained him, they were abusive and cruel, and they had turned him into the same exact thing. He was kicked around by even the other students, treated as if he was worthless junk, and nothing but a nuisance. Only his instructors were worse, it seemed as if he was beaten almost daily. He had to become like them, and only through his strength did he force those students around him to treat him like he was something more than a slave, like he was the master. He could never make his masters, the instructors, however, feel like they were his underlings, and he was always abused by them, as long as he lived around them, he was in danger. He had been shackled, as a slave, metaphorically. Those were his chains, just like the chains the Alliance had given him, and he would never have a chance to break those chains as a true Master of the Sith, because he was condemned to die in the void! His mind could not take this fact, and it began to tear at him. Negative thoughts crept into every corner of his mind. Most prominently the idea that he had been tricked, this Maze was no test, it was a trap. His irrational and insane thoughts went all throughout his mind, breaking it as it had nearly been broken not too long ago. His mental pain was horrid, and so was his physical discomfort. Here, while there was no pain, he could feel nothing, nothing at all. It was like all life, all existence, had been sucked out of this place, even the concept of time seemed to have no meaning here. As a last ditch attempt to save himself from this abomination of an existence, he lashed out with the Dark Side. He drew upon all the mental anguish he had ever felt, the horrid treatment at the Academy, the hate he had for the shackles in his life, and all other passions in his reserve. As he drew upon these, he brought upon the void the most power he could give. He brought out all his pain, his hatred, his anger, and his fear, and as he screamed and released it into the void, it fell apart. The void was gone, and he found himself, with a broken mind, crumpled on the ground. He rose, shakily, to his feet, he was back in the Maze, and he could feel again. He now truly grasped the Dark Side of the Force, in all its power, its glory, and its horrifying nature. He rose, rested for a few minutes, regathered his strength, both mentally, emotionally, and physically, and began to move once more. He prepared himself for another encounter as he walked. He also realized that his thoughts on this place being a trap instead of a test were incredibly irrational, if it were simply a trap, he wouldn't have made it this far. He continued traveling down the pathway in the maze, and held the Limnal Blade out before him, marveling at the weapon he was gifted with, and at the same time, staying cautious for another attack. As he had given himself more to the Dark Side, he began his slow transition to the possible future of his looks that he saw, as the vision had some merit, in that he would one day look like the man that was before him in the vision. His veins had begun to become darker, and his skin was a bit more pale, though he had not lost any hair just yet.
  4. Bernon Mrrgwharr was nearly insane at this point. He was able to hold out, but for how long? The answer came soon, as a turn, or more accurately, a bend, in the path appeared. Apprentice Bern's visions slowly faded away, and he took time to realize what had happened. The visions, as he thought them to be, were not readings of the future, but rather things to weaken and torment him, and he would not allow them to become true. He would not become the man with the sword in his back, he would live forever, and none of his enemies would know such immortality as he annihilated them all, or so he believed, anyways. He took his hands away from his head, and began to stand, and picked up his Limnal Blade. He waited a bit to recover, and regain his senses, then, when he was able, he moved towards the bend in the hallway. The Sith Apprentice Bernon had come to a new understanding of the Dark Side of the Force. He understood its true, horrifying, power, but it was a power he would master, one he would control, and then, he believed with that power, he would become unstoppable. He was a mere Apprentice, but he had taken some of his first lessons just then, and they were lessons he would heed. He had become stronger from this new understanding, and the near destruction of his mind had made him stronger, as he survived, and strengthened his mind, helping reinforce it against mental attacks like that, in case it were to ever happen again. So far he has proven his strength to this damned Maze, but only time would tell if he would prove his might completely and make it out alive. Failure was not an option. Gripping his weapon tightly in his hands, preparing himself for an attack, he reached the bend in the passageway, and continued to strengthen his mind and body once more, strengthening his resolve and allowing himself to gain a few moments of rest. He thought to himself while he did so, as he often did. He knew that his mind had barely survived the nightmare visions plaguing him not too long ago, and wondered if he would be strong enough to pass the other tests. He was well-aware that he was stronger than most, and most people wouldn't have lasted as long as he had. However, he was a Sith, and Sith were meant to be more than just above-average beings. He came to the conclusion however that throughout his training he would gain the strength to truly thrive as a Sith. He was only an Apprentice, after all. He wondered for a bit about Darth Dictum. He realized that he had gone ahead of the man of a higher rank than him, and that it might have angered him. Of course he didn't mean to anger the Sith Lord, but there was really no fixing what he had already done. If the Sith Lord was mad at him, well, it would fuel his Passion and bring him Strength, at least a little. He had more to worry about than a slightly angry Sith Lord however, he realized, as he still had a mission to complete for his Master. He had a mission to complete, and knowledge of Power to obtain, and he was not about to give that up, especially since his Master would most certainly not approve of it. He had completed his recovery, and both his mind and body were ready for the next task that his Master's Maze would throw at him.
  5. Bernon Mrrgwharr walked cautiously throughout the territory of the damned and the dead. Throughout his travelling here, it had set him a bit on edge, but it was nothing compared to what he would deal with soon enough. When he finally reached the hallway with multiple passages, he looked around, almost certain each was its own trap. He knew that whichever he went down, would harm him, both physically and mentally, or so he thought. For the first time in a long time, he was actually somewhat afraid, afraid of what his Sith Master had in store for him. He knew that this wasn't going to be easy from the start, but now, he knew that it would likely feel like damnation and hell itself, and if he wished for that not to be his eternal fate, he would have to survive. He would survive, he must survive, or he would be unfit to be a Sith. Summoning up all of his courage, he chose his path. He didn't know yet what path the Assassin Darth Dictum would choose, but he was certain he had a different sort of trial. He went cautiously forward into the Darkness, choosing the path that had called out to him the most, the one he felt like he was destined to choose. He began travelling down the left-hand center passageway, and as he turned back to take a look at what path the Assassin had chosen, he realized that the path just went forever backwards, and that he could not return. He knew it must be some sort of Sith Sorcery, it couldn't have been anything else. He continued down his path, knowing there was no way out but through. He knew from the start that this would feel like hell for him, but he had no idea what the term even meant, not until now. As he began to pick up his pace, he saw something, a vision, of a man, with veins as black as space itself, and skin as pale and sickly as a dying man's. the man's hair was non-existent, and he had scars all over, the man he saw, he realized, had a sword impaling him through the back of his torso, piercing his spine, heart, and chest, as he lay on his side, dead, on the ground. Without a doubt, he knew this man was him, a vision of the future, or he believed that, anyways. He dropped to one knee to inspect it, only to see visions all around him, of fire and death, of destruction and damnation. It was worse than anything he had ever seen. He saw other Sith fall in battle, friends and family alike being gutted by unknown horrors, and he saw the battlefield, on fire, as the spirits of the dead screamed all around him. It was too real for him, and he began to forget it was only a vision. He couldn't take it much longer. For all of his physical strength, his muscles and weapons couldn't save his horrified mind. The nightmares all around him only got worse, more horrifying, more terrible, and much more insane. He tried to stand, to fight it, but he only became weaker as he dropped his blade and fell to his knees. He clutched his head, covering his ears, closing his eyes, trying to stop the visions. He couldn't stop the nightmare, as it went deeper and deeper into his mind. He couldn't even speak now, not that he would, he could barely keep himself from screaming in anguish at the moment. The nightmare he felt wouldn't end, and he feared that this would be the end of him, to die, weak, inside a hallway in a chamber of the Darkness. He wasn't weak, but he felt like it, most wouldn't have lasted this long, but he still wasn't entirely sure he would last much longer.
  6. Bernon Mrrgwharr had heard the call to battle for Darth Akheron, and had also heard the Lich King Krath Inmortos and the Sith Lord Darth Dictum decline the offer to join in the fray. When he was given the Limnal Blade, he took it cautiously, aware of its malevolent power over the Darkness, and carried it as a soldier into war would carry his sword. He had used and trained with vibro-blades and vibro-swords throughout his Mercenary training before, so he knew the basics on wielding this blade, but he also knew that it was no mere sword, that it had some kind of power, a power he may not know of yet, but one he would soon find out. He spoke his words of gratitude to his Dark Master "I thank you for this blade of great power, my Master, I shall put it to good use." After thanking his Sith Master, he rose from his kneeling. Bernon Mrrgwharr turned on his heel, and followed Darth Dictum towards where he was headed, and joined the search for the Maze underneath the Citadel and the Ziggurat. Where he headed to now, he would learn valuable knowledge for his chosen path, the Wisdom of the Blade Warrior. The ground he traveled on to get to his destination would be his trials for gaining such knowledge, as his will, his power, and his strength would be tested, he knew this with almost complete certainty. The blade in his hands had a heavy weight to it, but it was nothing he couldn't handle. What bothered him however, even with his great constitution and endurance, was the absolute freezing cold weather, but it was something he would have to get used to. He continued searching as he thought to himself. The Sith had lost the war with the Rebellion, then the Galactic Alliance and Imperial Remnant, and the Jedi. That, of course, was obvious, but what caused the loss wasn't very apparent. He had a few ideas behind the failure. The first reason was because the Sith had used the traditional weapons of the Jedi, the lightsaber, rather than the traditional weapon of the Sith, the Sith Sword. The second reason was probably infighting, as the Sith Empires had all fallen before in part because of something similar to that. The third reason was most likely because their Empire focused on strength in numbers, rather than the quality of their Sith or their troops. The Sith had many who were weak among their numbers, sentient beings unfit to be Sith. Their troops were probably poorly trained and equipped as well, though he didn't know for sure. As he continued his search, he finally found the entrance to the maze, and called out loudly above the howling wind. "I have found it, the entrance to the Maze my Master spoke of." He braced himself for whatever would come, he strengthened his mind, readied the blade in his hands, and prepared his will to fight against whatever would come at him. He waited for Darth Dictum to arrive. He sincerely hoped he would make it through this, and he knew he absolutely had to. If he failed, he would die, and his Master would turn him into a walking corpse, a fate he would deserve for his weakness. If he succeeded, he would gain power, and knowledge of the Sith Order that would be invaluable. There would be no room for failure, and he would not, must not, fail. This would be his first trial, and if he could not succeed, he would be unfit to be a Sith. @Lord Ōk Rägnär@Krath Inmortos
  7. Bernon Mrrgwharr relished in becoming fully accepted by his Dark Master, Krath Inmortos. He had felt the cold of the undead Lich King touching himself, and understood it as a sign of acceptance. Bernon accepted the wishes of his Master, and headed down closer to the vortex around the palace of the dead and the damned itself. Whenever he reached there, he dropped his blaster down below, as it became swallowed up by the frozen blizzard outside. He began to take off the individual pieces of the Combat Armor, throwing it into the vortex. He thought for a while while he did so as well, on the prospect of a Sith Sword, and began to think, what if he was wrong? Maybe the Sith had failed in their war against the Jedi because of the use of the Jedi's weapon, the lightsaber, rather than the ancient weapon of the Sith Sword. If he wished to become a heavy weapon wielding master of destruction on the battlefield, he would need to specialize in Sith specific weapons. His initial thoughts on the double-bladed lightsaber were also wrong he realized, as lightsabers were mostly weightless, other than the hilt, so if he wanted a heavy weapon, and one that was Sith specific, he would need to use a Sith Sword. He now accepted this, and was both willing, and wanting, to use one rather than a double-bladed lightsaber. Throwing the last piece of his Heavy Combat Armor to the ground, and throwing the comlink down below as well, he left only the clothes on his back to cover himself. Once he was complete, he felt nearly weightless, which for him was a rare feeling indeed, given he almost constantly and always wore his armor. The feeling to most would feel enjoyable, but to him, it made him feel almost naked, uncomfortable, and unprotected. Once he was complete, he turned to his unofficial Master, Darth Akheron, and stated "I have thought on your offer, and I have decided that I would prefer a Sith Sword, thank you for making me aware of such an option." He walked over to Krath Inmortos, lord of Death. He kneeled before him and spoke. "Lord Inmortos, I have cast aside my worldly possessions, and all I have are the clothes on my back... I am ready to learn." Since he was without his armor and simply in the body-glove underneath, his hardened muscles showed underneath, and the helmet was gone, his Mohawk was there for all to see. His beard was there as well, it was short, but not so short that you could easily see the skin underneath. He was unaware of the different paths to follow as a Sith Warrior, but simply by choosing the Sith Sword he had already chosen the path of Wisdom of the Blade. @Krath Inmortos @Karys Narat iv-Adas
  8. Bernon Mrrgwharr felt his Master's presence before he saw it. The pilot had fallen near him, and Solus had ended his song of mockery and admiration. The Dark Master's Apprentice, Bernon, followed the group into the dark throne room, and the cold darkness radiated around him as dark spirits stalked him. He strode into the room, as the cold enveloped him. The freezing temperatures didn't do much to him, given his armor, the padding underneath, and his facial hair covering much of his face. He was not afraid, but he was cautious, this place was a land of the dead, the damned, and the tortured, and what he had seen on Ziost was nothing compared to this. He stood before his Master's presence, and, genuflecting before him, stood nearly still, moving only his arms to present to his Master his saber's hilt. This, he suspected, would be where he would train for a while, as it was his Master's home, and he would have to get used to the constant vengeful spirits clamoring about, but it was something he could do, and the power would certainly be worth the price. He stopped to think for a bit about something Solus had told him, that he might be chosen as the one for Krath Inmortos to possess, he hoped this would not be the case, and either way, he wouldn't be able to do anything about it if it were to happen. Bernon Mrrgwharr began to drop to not one, but two knees, ending his genuflection and kneeling before his great and powerful Sith Master. He gathered himself and began to speak, hoping to not upset his new Master. He began to open his mouth and the words spilled out of him. "Great and mighty Krath Inmortos, my Master, and Master of the Sith, I present to you your Lightsaber." He kept what he had to say simple and short, but also a tad bit formal, so that he would not upset or bore his Master. While he waited for a response from Inmortos, he began to recite in his head the code he had been told earlier, 'Peace is a lie, there is only Passion. Through passion I gain Strength. Through strength I gain Power. Through Power I gain Victory, and through Victory my chains are broken. The Force shall free me.' He knew these words to be completely true. Their truth could be seen by anyone throughout the Galaxy, it was not just the truth of the Sith, but the truth of the Galaxy's nature, and the truth of the Force. Peace was most certainly a lie, Mandalorians warring with everyone and everything, small-time raiders and marauding pirates killing and slaughtering their victims, Galactic wars between the Sith and Jedi, Empire and Republic, and soon, Sith and Jedi, and Sith and Galactic Alliance. He knew that Passion fueled Strength, if Passion made Sith as strong as Darth Akheron, Krath Inmortos, Darth Calypso, and all the other Sith both past and present, nobody can state otherwise. Strength makes/made people powerful, it is/was what made beings such as Revan, Malak, Vitiate, Scourge, Malgus, Bane, Zannah, Cognus, Plagueis, Sidious, Vader, and so many others past and present powerful beyond imagination. Through, and only through power, could people attain victory, it was how soldiers won battles, how Sith brought Jedi low, how Warriors destroyed settlers, and how fleets annihilated cities. Through the Force he knew that he could finally be free, free from the shackles of the pitiful Galactic Alliance and the dogma of the Jedi, and finally free from everyone and everything that had power over him. @Krath Inmortos
  9. Bernon Mrrgwharr listened to all of the Sith as they spoke their own truths on the lightsaber and the Sith's Code. Bernon somewhat disliked the fact that Solus continuously disobeyed his Master and disagreed with him, in his mind that kind of attitude wouldn't get him the rank of Sith Lord, and it would in turn get him nowhere. He took the idea that lightsabers were meaningless with a grain of salt however, because in combination with himself and the Force, it could become an extension of himself and the Dark Side. Maybe the idea that lightsabers were meaningless meant something he did not yet understand, or perhaps he was just not a Warrior of the Sith, and perhaps an Assassin or a Sorcerer. In the end he didn't know, and it probably didn't matter what path he had chosen. He continued to walk along the path towards wherever the group was headed, following not far behind Akheron and Dictum. He, unlike Solus, he believed unlike Solus anyways, had a massive amount of ambition. He wanted to become a Lord of the Sith as soon as possible, and planned on soaking up the truths and power of the Dark Side as he did so. He would get through his training, and he would learn the ways of hand to hand, sword, spear, and various lightsaber styles of combat, this he knew. He would rise as a powerful Sith whom all would fear, and he would lead armies into war against the Galactic Alliance, and he would slaughter Jedi like none had before. These things he felt were a part of his destiny, and with his ambition, he would see them soon enough, he believed. His reserves of passion and emotion were filled with many things, stored anger, that while used before, could be used again and again, as he was not a forgiving man, stored ambition and fear of failure, which would lead him to victory, among many other emotions swirling throughout his mind. On another note, however, he had thought a bit about the idea of a Sith Sword, but decided against it, he believed swords were primitive in comparison to a lightsaber, and that lightsabers were much more practical. A lightsaber could much more easily cut through doors, a lightsaber could much more easily be concealed than a large sword could, in the end he had made up his mind, and it would be hard to change it. He wanted a double-bladed lightsaber, he really did want heavy weapons and heavy armor. Sure, with all that weight, he would be slower, but the only reason anyone would need the advantage of speed against him would be to run away. He thought for a while about another important subject, a war between the Sith and Jedi in the future, and in combination, a war between the Galactic Alliance and the Sith armies. The Jedi could be warriors, yes, but their compassion and code prevented them from taking any measure possible for victory and success. The Sith had no such moral qualms, and it would lead them to victory. The armies however, would be a different story, he knew that the Galactic Alliance by now probably had a strong army and navy, and if the Sith wanted to defeat them, they would need to secretly build up their strength. He believed that the best way to do this was probably to do an under the table deal with droid manufacturers in order to build an army of battle droids. Once they had a droid army they could back up their promises of victory to possible allies with the fact that they already had a strong army. Their allies would hand over units made up of militias, security forces, and even some of their combat droids. He believed that once they had all of those forces, they could get the support of the Mandalorians, who would see the opportunity for a real chance at success in war, and would quickly join them in the fight.
  10. Bernon Mrrgwharr's spirits had risen greatly. He had just heard that he, as a Sith Warrior, could still become immortal. He now realized that yes, he would still seek out the knowledge of immortality along with his Warrior skills. The Jedi had no idea the monsters that they would face in the future, and they had no idea they would face so many immortal Warriors, Assassins, and Sorcerers. Yes, this time, they would win, and they would crush the Jedi until they were nothing but a distant memory of the past. He listened closely as well to any knowledge the two had to offer, and understood the wisdom the best he could. He knew that passion gave him strength, as he had used such passion to rid himself of the ethereal spirits on Ziost. He knew that these words would guide him for the rest of his days, and that they were highly intelligent and wise. He felt the lightsaber in his boot still, and he could feel the power emanating off of it as well. The weapon was undoubtedly strange among even Sith weaponry, and it was weird in that it had made sounds nothing like a normal lightsaber would. That reminded him of the lightsaber he wanted to wield, and he thought this would be a good time to ask about it, given that they were now traveling and a Sith Warrior and Master was among their numbers. He turned his head to Darth Akheron to say "Master, I wished to know, when will I be able to gain such a great weapon as a lightsaber?" He didn't know if he would be given some sort of sword that was similar to a lightsaber to train with or not, and he did not know if he would have to earn his lightsaber either. Bernon walked a little more at ease now, not seeing or hearing any immediate dangers. He still carried himself like a soldier, just more of one on patrol rather than marching in a drill. Another thing he had noticed ever since he first used the Force was that he had a bit of Dark Side power emanating from him, since he was himself he could feel it, of course. However he was not well trained or extremely powerful, not yet anyways, so it was unlikely anyone else had noticed the Darkness emanating from him. On a different note, however, he was a bit excited that he was soon going to see with his very own eyes his Master returning from the dead, giving him a glimpse of true immortality when he did so. He began to hold his light repeating blaster rifle in one arm, and he took out the lightsaber of his Master, holding it in one hand. He decided he didn't want to just pull it out of his boot randomly when presenting his Master with his lightsaber, so he had decided to keep it on hand for when he was to give it to Krath Inmortos. The lightsaber hilt was also unique, it was a very interesting weapon indeed. Soon Bernon Mrrgwharr would see his Master again, and he hoped that he would be pleased as he now has a new host to possess, and his Apprentice brought him his lightsaber. @Karys Narat iv-Adas
  11. Bernon Mrrgwharr rose from his seat as the ship landed, standing like a soldier ready for the march. He picked up his light repeating blaster rifle, and turned on his heel. He began to march out alongside the Sith Masters and others. Earlier he had directed a question towards Darth Akheron, but when he did not respond he took it as a sign, that he already had a plan. During the time of the trip he had been exercising to keep up his physical strength, making sure to wear his heavy armor at all times, as it made him stronger and tougher that way. Once he had completed his exercises he had rested for a while, before the ship had landed and he made his way out of the ship. He had noticed the pilot had come as well, so he had deduced that he would become the next victim of Krath Inmortos' possession. Why else would a pilot accompany them while they traveled to the throne of Krath Inmortos? Bernon Mrrgwharr by now had come to the realization that he would not learn the secrets of immortality, he was a Warrior, not a Sorcerer, and he had accepted that. He would be powerful either way. One thing he had noticed as he walked the surface of the world was that it was also a place strong in the Dark Side, or maybe it was just resonating off of the other Sith here, either way, the power was impressive, and he realized that he truly had chosen the right side. His yellow eyes scanned around him, looking for any sort of threat, just in case. When he found no threat he decided he may as well ask an important question to his second Sith Master. He turned to look at Darth Akheron and asked "Darth Akheron, does this mighty order have a Code of some sort, one that I should memorize?" As he waited for a response he thought a bit more. He had wondered for a bit what the new army the Sith would come to use would be, and realized it would probably be made up of several allied forces, such as allied planets security forces, battle droids, and even mercenaries. In the end, they would have an army that would utterly annihilate the disgusting monstrosity that was the Galactic Alliance. No being of the Light Side could truly take out such power in the Darkness, or so he believed, anyways. He also had noticed some Mandalorians nearby at the scene on Ziost. If they were to be allies of the Sith, that would certainly be a boon to their war effort, given that they are highly competent warriors and mercenaries. He thought a bit about his past and his parents as well. His parents had sent him away to a Mercenary Academy when he was young. He knew it was meant to discipline him, and looking back on it, he is very grateful for the experience, as it gave him valuable combat training and a good amount of discipline. Back then he was a delinquent, now he was a well trained man who knew when to suck up to people and follow orders. If he had decided to behave as he did when he was very young towards these Sith, well, let's just say he wouldn't be here today to tell the tale. Maybe that Mercenary Academy was more than just useful, maybe it was a blessing for him, after all, it did make him a much more competent person capable of being highly successful. @Karys Narat iv-Adas
  12. Bernon Mrrgwharr watched as Solus showed him his... rat-like hallucination. It was strange indeed, but it was also interesting. Anyways, once he was finished speaking he turned to his unofficial Sith Master, Darth Akheron, then thought and spoke aloud. "Master, if I may ask, will not my Master Inmortos require a host for his life to continue and for his immortality to flourish?" He did not know exactly how it worked, but he figured his Master would be most displeased if he returned without a vessel for his soul to take over, and he did not want that, not at all. He did begin to follow Darth Akheron into the ship, but still wondered how he would serve his Master in getting him a host. Then, a dark thought hit him, what if Krath Inmortos, were to attempt to possess him. If his Master chose to, he absolutely could, and he himself would have no power to stop him, he was merely an Apprentice, and his Master, he was a, well, he was a Master, but not just that, but a Sith Sorcerer, one who had the power to attempt to rival Lady Calypso even. He could only hope his Master wouldn't try such a thing, because his power and what he did with it was out of his power. Once he was inside the ship, he thought a bit more about his future as a Sith Warrior, and began to think up what he could do with such power. He knew as a Sith Lord it would still be dangerous to take on Jedi, but when he eventually became a Sith Master, it would be much easier to annihilate the enemies of the Sith Order. He also thought about Calypso, and how she had wanted them to wait until the time was right to strike, to gather allies and resources, and other such things. He realized as a Sith Warrior, he would best be of service in gaining some form of army for the Sith Order to use, or something like that. Anyways, whatever happened, he knew that he was destined for a lot more than anyone, including him, could imagine, and that one day, he would be remembered as one of the mighty Sith who brought the Jedi Order to it's knees. He thought back to the old Sith, and how they had formed an Empire, and how, supposedly, they had many times before as well. He realized that these Sith Empires had always fallen, and that Calypso was right in that the time for a new age of the Sith was now. With Lady Calypso in charge as the Dark Lord of the Sith, the Sith Order could finally, once and for all, be the tool that would cause the Dark Side's glorious triumph against the Jedi Order and their allies. Bernon Mrrgwharr was so lost in his thoughts that he almost forgot that he was in the middle of a conversation, so he stopped and waited for a response from Darth Akheron while keeping completely focused on the conversation at hand. @Karys Narat iv-Adas @Krath Inmortos @Solus
  13. Bernon Mrrgwharr felt the calling of his Sith Master, and as he rose, instinctively walked over towards the location of his fallen Master. He sifted throughout the remains, until finding a blood caked lightsaber hilt. He walked back over towards Akheron and Solus, and while he wiped off the hilt and cleaned the exterior of the hilt, he thought for a little bit. Maybe he was wrong about his initial thoughts on the philosophy of the Rule of Strength and the Death of Weak, maybe the dead were better servants, after all, his master could conjure up many dead beasts to do his bidding, however, for himself learning the secrets of immortality would be enough, however he also realized that there was a chance that wasn't possible either, because he was not following the path of the Sith Sorcerer. In the end only time and his teachings would tell, if he couldn't become immortal so be it, either way, his legacy would be. Bernon Mrrgwharr had also noticed a feeling in his eyes, a slight change, and soon realized that his eyes must have changed to yellow as he gave himself over to the Dark Side when both becoming an Apprentice, and using the power of Force Rage. He was glad and accepting of this change, as it meant his transition to the Dark Side was happening quickly, or at least quicker than he had initially thought of. Turning on his heel to look at Akheron, he asked a simple question "When do we leave, Master." For him the idea of having unofficially two Masters seemed amazing, as he had more opportunities for power. He believed from what he had seen that Darth Akheron was a Sith Warrior, and that Krath Inmortos was a Sith Sorcerer. From Darth Akheron he could learn the ways of the warrior, the ways of the sword, spear, and lightsaber. From Krath Inmortos he could possibly, however unlikely he now realized given he was a Warrior and not a Sorcerer unlike his Master, learn the ways of Immortality, as well as learning the basics of the Force and other such things. He now began realizing the point Lady Calypso was making, and that he was too stubborn to realize it at first, but at least now he understood. The weak did deserve to die, as they were nothing but a burden on society, the Sith, and nearly everything else. Even the dead could be turned into servants, after all, it seemed. A weak soldier is more of a liability than a boon to sheer numbers, he remembered hearing from his Mercenary training. In the end, at the very least almost everything Lady Calypso had to say was true. He felt angry at himself for his stubbornness and stupidity for not realizing that. Only through following his Masters and their wise teachings could he gain real power, and for that moment in time, he had failed to do that, he would not do so again. @Krath Inmortos @Karys Narat iv-Adas
  14. Bernon Mrrgwharr had a new mix of emotions, anger, rage, hate, despair, hope, and victory. Anger for his master's failure to rid the galaxy of this threat to the Sith and their longevity and survival. Rage at the false words of this new Dark Lord of the Sith, and her belief that the weak must die, no, he believed that the weak must serve, not necessarily die, the dead had no use, but servants did. He had hate for Lady Calypso, he believed her to be a false prophet. He had despair for a short time, believing his master to be dead, and his hope at a Sith life destroyed. However the despair turned to a feeling of hope as Darth Akheron offered to support him. A feeling of victory washed over him as he realized his master was not truly dead, and with any luck, wouldn't be for some time to come. His negative feelings went into his reserve, to be kept for a more useful time, and after all, yelling at the Dark Lord of the Sith would just get him punished, most likely with a bloody death. He had however learned what he could from the fight between the Sith and took in the few words of wisdom that Lady Calypso spoke. He had also taken in all the wisdom he could from Darth Akheron, one of the few Sith here he was actually fond of, along with his master, of course. He listened to his new unofficial master and bowed before him, before turning and kneeling to Lady Calypso. He had no words to offer the Sith Master, he didn't want to betray his feelings with words dripping with contempt. He was also most grateful for the supportive suggestion that Solus gave Darth Akheron. As a new apprentice of the Sith and after the recent developments, he needed all the support he could get. And he was fully willing to take advantage of the support he was given. He was excited as well to learn at the feet of a Sith Warrior, one who was also a master in his own right, before and while they traveled to Aaris III. @Karys Narat iv-Adas @Solus @Krath Inmortos
  15. Bernon Mrrgwharr was closely watching the fighting, learning as much as he could from it. He turned when he heard Fiochmar speak. He somewhat thought of Calypso's Apprentice as a rival, given the current situation. However, he was not powerful enough to be making enemies, so he instead nodded and stated "I am Bernon Mrrgwharr, Apprentice of the great and mighty Inmortos. No, I do not believe we have met, but I do know that you are the Apprentice of Calypso." He stood rigidly at attention, as he often did, out of habit. He was not extremely fond of the idea of Calypso spreading her chaotic vision and ideals for the Sith towards any Apprentice, but all Sith needed an Apprentice, he supposed. He was only half paying attention to the fight now, engaged in conversation and somewhat lost in his thoughts. A question had been stuck in his head for a while now. As he wanted to become a Sith Warrior, he knew he would soon need a weapon. He was thinking about whether he wanted a single-bladed lightsaber or a double-bladed one. In the end, however, a double-bladed lightsaber would probably suit his combat style better, as he used heavy weapons and heavy armor often. He knew that the double-bladed variant would be harder to master, but he was willing to put in the work to have such a weapon. The way that Solus had dealt with the spirits was strange indeed, but it was effective. The way that Akheron dealt with them was more impressive to him, however. He was grateful for having a Sith like Akheron here, as he had given him useful information thus far. He didn't thank him specifically for the advice, believing the best way to thank him was to put his advice to good use, which he certainly did. He now knew a good Force power, that being Force Rage, and he would remember this lesson well. @Atrid Torsen @Karys Narat iv-Adas @Solus @Krath Inmortos
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