The manse of Lord Orethion was small, taking up so little of the otherwise vast estate. It's expansive grounds spread out around the modest dwelling. Even though it still comprised several levels, with spacious sleeping chambers, meeting halls, recreation chambers, and all the comforts of the lower Sith aristocracy, what few chose to question was why the ancient Sith temple, turned abode, was so minuscule. Any visitor to Korriban knew the grand pyramids and vast tombs of the ancient Sith priest-kings. And yet, this edifice was startlingly small....above ground.
Sunk deep beneath the earth, buried millennia ago in some natural disaster, the full temple laid waiting. The roaming grounds were truly just a way to keep others from building atop or into the grand structure. Though picked clean over those thousands of years, the massive chambers, and ornate contraptions of the original temple laid intact.
Lit by thousands of crystaline lenses reflecting and amplifying the light from the top of the structure, Jun-Tsu stared up at the monolithic orrary housed just beneath the surface of the planet. The great orbs hung suspended in their trajectories, and all around the witch could feel the old power here. Nothing like the untouched tombs on Korriban, but even after millennia, a Sith temple still held to the power of the Dark Side.
"Zend her down to me, v'once zhe haz arriwed," Jun-Tsu's voice echoed quietly in the vast emptiness. One of her sisters nodded and departed.
Silently, the witch stepped to a small alter just below the orrary. There had been arranged an ornate chalice, etched with elaborate markings and made of some dark metal. To its side rested a small kyber cystal. Far too small to be of any use in a saber, but just enough for her purposes. Beside that lay long strands of fiber, loose and clean. A smooth golden disk, no larger than a child's palm, rested before her. And at the center was a well worn bowl, heavy and stained, with black veins stretching out from its pitch basin.
