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| The_Antiquarian | Date: Tuesday, 08 April 14, 7:41 AM | Message # 1 |
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| A short holobroadcast was sent from the being known as the Antiquarian's home on Desevro. The signal would be routed through several proxies to make it hard to trace; only those who knew him could easily find him.
"On visiting Ziost recently I discovered two items which may be of interest. The Alderaanians are very erksome in having begun to patrol the Citadel but some doors formerly locked they blasted open for their "research" no doubt.
I discovered this item, a mini-cauldron of sorts which I immediately realized from it's weight alone was at least 90% platinum. while I explored the tomb of the Great Sith Overlord Adas and discovered it had largely been looted. I have had it examined by those with knowledge of these things, and it will glow when he blood of a being with a high midichlorion count is poured in, as if burning as a candle flame. Inhaling these vapors is thought to temporarily increase ones connection to the force. This is an item produced by Sith Alchemy in ancient times and possesses a powerful magic which may extend beyond my conjecture.
Please find an image of the "Sith bloodlight" here. All bids accepted. I suggest scholars of the Dark secrets experiment more on this fascinating device.
Sith Bloodlight - All reasonable bids accepted.
However, down a labyrinthine passageway barely big enough for a human to fit I made the discovery of a small aurodium key at it's dead end of solid rock. Before the door I found the the dried and seemingly naturally mummified Sith Warrior I estimated to be around a thousand years old who it appeared had tried to open the door. I did not attempt the same feat and removed the key using tools which assured no physical contact with it. On further testing it appears safe to handle.
Carved an inch deep into the stone of the small door were these words engraved an inch deep in a Sith hand circa eight thousand years old. 'Stand forth, Servant. The Sword you carry has been smelted from the iron and midichlorions from the blood of a thousand slain Jedi, but too forged upon your desire, tempered in your hate, quenched in your soul, polished with your loyalty, furnished with your bones and skin, tested in your hand, and borne in my name. You Slave, are the slave of Darkness itself, as much as the Blade... But beware forgetfulness of this perpetual slavery.'
Darth Malak is known to have made a sword from the iron from the blood of a thousand Jedi and incorporated their Midichlorions trapped in agony in the metal, making it extremely strong in battle (rumoured to be indestructible) are said to scream out almost audibly and cause acute distress to Light siders. But it may just be a myth. It's possible though this is the key to where the Blade of Blood was put in hiding.
Here is a picture of the Aurodium Key which may well be the way to access the finest, most darkly formed and great blade of the dark side. It's aurodium weight dictates it's worth 250 Billion Credits (to be paid though in Huttese currency). However, the true value of the key is that it may open the lock of a blade's hiding place which could allow you to unite the ancient supporters of the Sith is surely worth a few billion more?"
275 Billion Credits + considered. 
An Antiquarian and Trader in Goods linked to the Forbidden Arts, naturally I ply my trade outside the Republic on the still Independent Desevro in a darkly lit ghoulish house,
Message edited by The_Antiquarian - Tuesday, 08 April 14, 7:46 AM |
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| Ravager_Krax | Date: Friday, 25 April 14, 5:13 AM | Message # 2 |
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| Krax, naturally as a servant of the darkside decided to arrive at twilight as a storm was drawing in. The being had been had to find but not impossible thanks to a few casual uses of violence. He had signaled the location to the rest of the Blackguard and then waited, observing the house for several hours from a nearby treeline, drawing the dark side of the force around him to avoid any untrained glances and observing.
Wind and rain battered his robes. But he cared little for his physical discomfort, his anger at his recent exile was simmering inside him still like a cauldron of pitch on the boil. He checked his chrono.. one more hour remained, and then he would strike and kill this old fool. And take the artifacts..
Ravager Krax
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Ravager of the Blackguard, Outcast for his failing to slaughter a witness.
Exiled with the Quest of Slaying a Jedi Knight
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| Dalamar_Kane | Date: Friday, 25 April 14, 9:06 AM | Message # 3 |
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| Desevro was a hole, and while Dalamar Kane had been in worse places, he couldn't think of many that would rank as low as here. He'd flown in on a 'borrowed' Corellian freighter. The crew wasn't likely to be needing it any more, and it would be a good week before anyone noticed they were missing. The transponder code coming into the system had been enough to get him past security, but he'd not set down at the spaceport.
Word had come down from on high that Krax had located this... Antiquarian, with a location and all. Settling his ship in a gully where it would not be easily spotted, he stepped out into the wind and rain. Several kilometers from the location Krax had marked, he began trudging towards the location, half-bent against the cruel wind which whipped at his robes, ignoring the rain that swept over his armored helm. Force or not, his task required him to be proficient with technology as well, and he shirked it not.
When he was roughly a kilometer from the house, he took shelter beside a dead tree, opening a comlink via his helm to the encoded frequency the Blackguard utilized. "Krax, are you nearby?"
Dalamar Kane
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| Ravager_Krax | Date: Friday, 25 April 14, 12:59 PM | Message # 4 |
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| Krax tracked him landing on the microbinoculars he habitually carried at his belt. Krax's earbud crackled into life as soon as Kane was in range "Nice to see you're not keeping me waiting.. Beautiful weather eh? You had me momentarily concerned the Shadows were here.. rumours are they are abroad on this matter." having been standing around the house he had gained a good sense of the area. "There's a heavy presence of the force in there, numerous items some of little consequence some perhaps poisoned alchemical blades.. We must be cautious... There's one being in there. Human. However, he's conscious and if we breach the house we risk not only his force imbued security but him simply calling the Security Forces.. Naturally, the main doorways and hallways will be likely trapped. He is behind a brick wall in the closest side of the building to me. I've a way we can get in without giving him time to summon help and without going through any narrow corridor traps..."
Ravager Krax
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Ravager of the Blackguard, Outcast for his failing to slaughter a witness.
Exiled with the Quest of Slaying a Jedi Knight
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| The_Antiquarian | Date: Friday, 25 April 14, 1:02 PM | Message # 5 |
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| The Antiquarian dozed by his small fiireplace in his library, both hands below a blanket over his lap as he snoozed peacefully, the crackling of the embers and warmth of the room being quite a distraction from the wind which rattled the archaic window panes. Around the room were hundreds of ancient tomes and various religious items, mostly sith related.
An Antiquarian and Trader in Goods linked to the Forbidden Arts, naturally I ply my trade outside the Republic on the still Independent Desevro in a darkly lit ghoulish house,
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| Dalamar_Kane | Date: Friday, 25 April 14, 5:09 PM | Message # 6 |
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| Closing the final kilometer, Kane hunkered down in the treeline near Krax, yet with a respectful distance between them. Despite the teachings the Blackguard followed, there was always a chance someone would try to get a leg up, or a shot at revenge. Fortunately, Kane hadn't been the reason for Krax's exile. "Jedi..." Krax said softly. "They're no match for us. Don't forget that, Krax. We are leaps and bounds ahead of them."
Hearing Krax out, Kane rubbed his fingertips together. "With my ship only two kilometers away, it would not be hard for us to escape, even if we breached his home directly. Still, what is your method? You've had more time to recon than I have."
Dalamar Kane
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Trinity Assassin
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| Ravager_Krax | Date: Saturday, 26 April 14, 7:48 PM | Message # 7 |
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| Krax pulled out from under the nearby bush a concussion rifle, racking it "Blast down the house wall with my concussion rifle, take what we're here for and leave.." he spoke into the comms bud. "He'll be stunned and confused at worst if I blow down the wall of the room adjacent to where he's sleeping. We go in, have him give us what we need. No witnesses."
Ravager Krax
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Ravager of the Blackguard, Outcast for his failing to slaughter a witness.
Exiled with the Quest of Slaying a Jedi Knight
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| Dalamar_Kane | Date: Saturday, 26 April 14, 9:46 PM | Message # 8 |
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| Kane made a moue of distaste when he saw the weapon, invisible under his mask, and kept his disdain out of his voice when he spoke. "A bit excessive, isn't it? We need to make sure he's able to talk, and while the sound of a wall coming down out here won't be heard by anyone, if he's able to call for help somehow, it won't give us much time to sort through what he may have within. Still... it's preferable to working through traps. If you've identified a comm area, that ought to be our second target."
Tilting his neck from side to side to loosen up the muscles, he indicated for Krax to proceed with the redecoration of the house's exterior.
Dalamar Kane
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| The_Antiquarian | Date: Sunday, 27 April 14, 5:32 AM | Message # 9 |
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| Quietly the old man slept.. The fire crackling gently as the double glazed windows kept out any real noise, a book rested gently on his lap as he snoozed in his bathrobe, nightshirt and fez. Dreaming the dreams of ancient sith.
Something rustled in the bushes behind the two Blackguard, barely audible over the night's storm.
But what was it, or whom?
An Antiquarian and Trader in Goods linked to the Forbidden Arts, naturally I ply my trade outside the Republic on the still Independent Desevro in a darkly lit ghoulish house,
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| Ravager_Krax | Date: Sunday, 27 April 14, 6:24 AM | Message # 10 |
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| The concussion round blasted the successful hole in the side of the house, it's power went out with a hiss as the heavy rain flowed directly down the wall cavities and into the basement generator. The man had been knocked across the room by the impact, he would be totally unconscious but alive, lying infront of the fire.
Krax slung the concussion rifle and advanced towards the nine foot circle in the brick wall of the house, totally caved in and smoking where a primitive oil lamp had been upset inside.. He drew his light saber an held it in his right hand facing down... "I'll check it out." he said secretly hoping to find the artifacts for himself..
Ravager Krax
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Ravager of the Blackguard, Outcast for his failing to slaughter a witness.
Exiled with the Quest of Slaying a Jedi Knight
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