Occultastic [MA6]

[Moyr Ahaya]

"He was in no power to stop us. We cannot be deterred." Moyr said without flinching, though her hand was by her thigh where... nothing was attached. "I see you've laid claim to a Sith artifact. I wonder who you are and what's your title to hold onto it."

[Zeno Deathwright]

Zeno looks at the man. "I wonder why you aren't bowing and begging the forgiveness of your masters?"

[Nekoinu]

The street crier got to his knees. "Yes, I was wrong, masters... I should have listened to you."

One of them shook their heads in disapproval. "You have brought them to our Dark Sanctum!"

Another demanded, "Remove them at once.'

In the meantime, Lord Ralnorrei had her arms crossed and shrugged at her two companions.

[Zeno Deathwright]

"I mean... if you wanted to try that I imagine it would end poorly. We're more interested in discussing paths to power with you."

[Moyr Ahaya]

"I know who you worship here. I have been in the place of her eternal entrapment on Korriban, and faced the darkness, leaving unbroken." Moyr claimed boldly.

[Nekoinu]

"You do not know who you speak to! I am the avatar of Marka Ragnos!"

"And I the avatar of Naga Sadow!"

"We are the emissaries of the Dark Lords! Our will is theirs!"

In unison: "So begone!"

[Zeno Deathwright]

"Interesting," Zeno says, cracking his neck and smiling wickedly at the men. His eyes were telling them that he loved a challenge.

[Moyr Ahaya]

"What an opportunity then, to meet avatars of the Dark Lords!" Moyr stepped in. "Who is Ludo Kressh then? Tulak Hord? Ajunta Pall? Unless we count in Sorzus Syn the bench is getting short, so I would be curious who the last two of you are."

[Zeno Deathwright]

"Perhaps Freedon Nadd or Ulic Qel-Droma?" he asks Moyr before his eyes pass over the cult leaders.

[Nekoinu]

Ludo Kressh, Tulak Hord, and Ajunta Pall, at least their 'avatars,' raised their hands. "I am the avatar of Freedon Nadd," one of the last two stated.

"And I Exar Kun!"

[Zeno Deathwright]

"Well, at least nobody raised their hand for the traitor," he replies with a chuckle.

[Moyr Ahaya]

"That has to be appreciated." Moyr agreed with a nod. "Now, I wonder if Naga Sadow recognises the mask I am wearing. Since it is rather important."

[Zeno Deathwright]

Zeno simply listens again, curious about their actual knowledge.

[Nekoinu]

The avatar of Naga Sadow stared at the mask. "I have had many artifacts! One among many is not enough to impress me!"

[Moyr Ahaya]

"You don't know it, don't you? Then it looks like you need more time to incarnate Naga Sadow. The Artificer was famous for a flawless memory." She chuckled. "Then maybe Lord Exar Kun? He should know too."

[Nekoinu]

"Of course I know it," the man of Exar Kun replied, "But do you know my fabled creation?"

[Moyr Ahaya]

"I slaughtered the tribesmen you once ruled on the steps of your fabled creation." She looked at the man naming himself Exar Kun and approached him. "Name what I wear. Where is your twinblade? Surely you've already built one."

[Nekoinu]

Lord Ralnorrei groaned and walked up to Moyr. "They obviously don't know what they're talking about. But they learned those names from somewhere."

[Zeno Deathwright]

Zeno leans in and inserts his own comment in a low tone. "Clearly, but it's important to understand how. And what they're after. Whether or not that can be turned to our advantage."

[Moyr Ahaya]

Moyr persistently waited for the answer from the man claiming to be Exar Kun.

[Nekoinu]

"I have not built one yet," he mumbled, "Because I do not need it for my meditations!"

[Zeno Deathwright]

"Meditations? That cannot be all you do. The great Exar Kun would not settle for only meditations," Zeno says, in an encouraging voice. As he says that, he becomes curious focusing on each of them in turn, wondering if he would be able to sense the touch of the force within any of them. Unfortunately he couldn't get anything at the moment.

D6 MA, Sense, Any Force Sensitivity?: 1eF 2 Light Side

[Moyr Ahaya]

[What would it involve to put lightstabre against the man's throat?]

[Nekoinu]

[They're not really combatants. If you wanted to, you could slaughter them all]

[Moyr Ahaya]

Moyr flipped out her lightsabre and put its lightblades against the throats of two men sitting next to one another. "Now you do. One move and you're dead. All of you. Time to cut the crap and listen to the real Sith. We have not yet decided if to eradicate your funny cult or to make it useful. But we will in a few moments. So choose your words wisely."