Recital of Death....

[Quellin Vos]

:: A dark figure crept in hiding in the darkness of the shadows, gripping the walls. A darkened cloak drudge behind the being, snapping at the figure's calves. His feet gripped the callous floor with an essence of confidence as he made his way through the room. The warrior soon saw a bright light shinning down upon a small area of ground.

Quellin shifted forward and lumbered towards the small amount of energy. Quellin soon arrived and brought himself down to one knee, not looking into the bright light. With his head bowed, Quellin spoke his words of curiosity.

"Would it be possible to speak to the lords of this dark establishment?"

With a shimmer of light Quellin's head was up and a wicked smile danced across his face. ::

[Jeseth Cloak]

Jeseth watched from the shadows--He noticed only this one solitary figure and began to step foward into the more well lit part of the room. The darkness surounding him flowed as if it were one with his cloak, then very abruptly snapped loose, revealing his presence to the visitor.

"You will have your wish..."

[Lasitus Tielle]

Lasitus thumps his chest and raises an arm in a salute.

"Hail, Quellin! I bid you a welcome."

[Quellin Vos]

"Greetings .... "

[Delirion]

Pale and wan, she drags her tired body inside the darkened hall, where her brothers stand welcoming the newcomer. Brushing with her fingertips along the stone walls she seems to draw strength from, she walks to join her brothers, to stand behind them and look at Quellin.

With a feeble and trembling voice that draws her brothers' eyes upon her in surprise and concern, she finally speaks to him.

"Hail to our new brother of the Dark Side. All hail..."

[Darth Rane]

Stepping forth, Darth Rane waves a hand at Delirion, motioning for her silence, for the moment. Someone requesting to join... how interesting. He spoke up, his tone curt and his words concise.

"I bid thee welcome. Tell me: how didst thou discover our order? And why should we indulge thee?"

A few heads turned at Rane's unusual diction, but none felt it necessary to question it, at the moment.

[Jeseth Cloak]

Jeseth calmly walked closer to Quellin--Darth Rane's voice now echoed strongly, but his eyes were lost to the shadows from such a distance--Jeseth's eyes were not. They narrowed and lingered intently on the new comer, casting a feeling of understanding. The words Rane had spoken might have well been his own, for it was those same questions which Jeseth had had in mind.

[Delirion]

Her sunken eyes open wide with surprise, and her lips tremble as she is bidden to stay silent. But she is for now content to oblige Rane - she does not feel in the right spirit to protest against him or his moods.

Shrinking back into the shadows the sparsely lit walls offer, she stands resting against the stone, watching the proceedings without another word.