Dark Gift (Lady De'Ville)

[Jedah Lynch]

Waiting patiently the Sith moved to the end of the room of a long destroyed palace, the ruins of an ancient race had once lived here, thrived for many countless generations. Then they died. He had placed a call for Lady De'Ville to meet him here within the crumbling rubble that once housed the main throne room. Pieces of tapestrys hung down, dirted by the passge of time.

Once upon in the passages of time the shere elegence of the palace must have been a marvel to wonder at. Now it was nothing more than a husk, a faded symbol of times long gone. Pulling down a tattered tapestry he looked at the image on it before looking out of a window at the lush country side.

[Lady DeVille]

De'Ville picked her way though the ruins, following the traces of Lynch's presence she could pick up. What he wanted with her, she didn't know. She had barely survived her last training experience with him, and anticipated more.

Whatever doesn't kill you, makes you stronger. That seemed to be Lynch's training method. Hopefully he was pleased with her progress. De'Ville paused to rub at the scar on her leg, slowly fading from her battle underwater. Then she continued on, feeling her master somewhere in front of her.

Entering a large room, she saw him looking out a window. There were moldy tapestries on the walls, and moss growing between the stones of the floor. De'Ville walked up to her master, stopping about four feet away and waiting silently.

[Jedah Lynch]

His eyes moved from the country side noting its landscape with a passing intrest, he realized his student had arrived and now stood beside him. She had been quiet in her arrival and now waited silently for him to speak, she would have to wait for several minutes more before he even moved.

How she had fared on her last test had been satisfactory in accordance with what she had endured. She had survived what few could. With such a performance she could be rewarded, or tested harder.

Walking to the bottom step that led up to the throne on which a King or Queen must have sat and ruled once he turned suddenly and stared at her.

"To whom do you serve?" Where are your loyalties and for what do you fight?"

[Lady DeVille]

She stood at the bottom of the dias, having to look up to meet her master's stare. Was this a trick question? Knowing Lynch, it probably was.

"I serve myself, my loyalties are to the Dark, and I strive for the destruction of the light." She licked her lips, and looked down, then met his sharp gaze again. "The Force I do not serve, but bend it to my will, using it as I desire to bring about the destruction of my enemies, the Jedi."

[Jedah Lynch]

"Enemies, they can be more than a Jedi. The Jedi themselves are not the universe, merely an annoyance that needs to be swatted aside like the pest they are."

Leaping up several of the steps to the throne he twist around and stares down at her.

"Remember anything and anyone can be an enemy when you lest suspect it. At any time there could be a challenge for you to defeat!"

[Dalethria Mal Pannis]

The cracks and holes within the walls of this once great palace did give rise to fresh air inside the ruins. It was quite refreshing to the mold and moss that permeated the air and stones. Perhaps there was a storm heading in this direction for the winds seemingly picked up inside the throne room. Lynch's robes began to flap back and forth against his body and De'Ville could feel her hair being gently tossed in the wind.

Ancient and decayed tapestries were caught in the wind and rippled against the stone walls. Threads unraveled due to how worn out these soiled pieces of art were. It almost gave the room a majestic quality that it once held in the days of old. Then it stopped as Lynch finished speaking his thoughts and questions to his Apprentice. The room seemed frozen in time, waiting to hear and understand what it was that De'ville would say in response.

Things aren't always what they seem ...

De'ville did sense that danger was afoot but the actual location of such intent was unclear. Was it her Master, was it the room ... or perhaps something else? The answer was too quick for a response from the Apprentice. Two tapestries ripped off on opposite ends of the throne room with blinding speed, revealing a strange cleanliness to the wall underneath. One frail cloth bound De'Ville's upper torso, holding her arms to her sides with strength that just could not be. The other found the Sith's legs and wrapped around them tightly. To have her legs come together so fast caused her to loose balance and fall upon the floor. Perhaps it was almost fortunate for De'Ville. The disgusting moss and rotting smell would not have touch her beautiful form or embed into her hair.

Nor could she feel the sudden charge in the air. There was one other thing she could sense besides the obvious danger. The loud crack of lightning that echoed throughout the throne room and found its mark to her struggling form. What actual electrical energy made its way pass the cloth coursed through her body. It didn't feel as painful as it should have. Perhaps it was because the impact of such an element against such frail and old tapestries caused them to light up in flames so easily. Quickly they burned all around her. The stench of moss finding its putrid stench into her nose and the smoke snaking its way into her mouth.

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The cause of such chaos let the lightning end once she was satisfied with the results. Her attention turned to Lynch as he was still standing before the tattered throne and nodded. Not relying on any thoughts through the Force so her victim would not readily find her through those means, still keeping her presence unknown. Her thoughts were only whispers to herself as the shadows became a part of her, disappearing into the many towering ruins that laid about her without a sound.

There was still much to do before De'Ville was ready to face her ... openly.

[Lady DeVille]

De'Ville jumped to her feet, coughing, and stamping out a lone flame. She'd have a good bruise on her hip from falling so suddenly...but the lightning hadn't seemed ot do any damage. She looked at her master. What is goin on?! She couldn't speak to him through the Force, but her question was evident on her face. He said nothing.

The Sith scanned the area for an intruder, but whoever it was was masking their aura in the Force, and De'Ville detected nothing.

[Dalethria Mal Pannis]

OOC~ Reposted here (http://pub17.ezboard.com/froguesithordersithtrainingandsparringgrounds.show Message?topicID=72.topic) :)