Recent content by Sith Master Veraxis

The shadows stirred before Veraxis answered. He stood unmoved, yet the atmosphere bent around him—as if the temple itself paused to listen. Kaelus had walked in silence, his words left hanging like a blade suspended mid-air. Veraxis had let them linger. Tested them against the silence. And...

There was no reprimand. No sudden strike to humble him. Only silence—and the weight of approval worn like iron beneath the robes of the Wraith. Veraxis watched Kaelus move, saw the shift not in posture alone, but in intent. The boy no longer fought the current—he had begun to breathe with it...

Veraxis paused—just long enough to let Kaelus’ final words settle like falling ash in the dead air of the training hall. The Wraith turned, robes trailing like coiling ink in water, weightless yet full of intent. Acolytes at the edge of the chamber held their breath, drawn into the stillness as...

Veraxis – The Breath Between Strikes The hum of twin crimson blades filled the air, but Veraxis did not retreat. He breathed. Slowly. Silently. With utter control. Each inhale through his nose was deliberate, measured—like the movement of a machine god ticking through time. His dark robes...

Veraxis – The Wraith Responds From the high colonnade above, cloaked in flowing robes etched with ancient Sith runes, Veraxis paused mid-step. The shadows wrapped him like a second skin, his dark purple complexion nearly blending with the obsidian architecture of the Korriban Academy. The...

Location: Korriban — Valley of the Dark Lords — Sith Academy The blood-colored sky of Korriban churned above jagged peaks and ancient tombs, the air thick with the ever-present hum of the Dark Side. Winds clawed through the Valley of the Dark Lords, howling like the spirits of those long...

The air thickened. The shadows around them writhed. And then— Silence. The Force itself seemed to still, as if the very fabric of their surroundings were bracing for something far older, far colder than either of them. Then it came. Veraxis. Not in voice. Not in form. But in presence. It...

The Bogs of Vendaxa – The Pact The stillness was never true. Not in the Labyrinth. Not in the bog. And certainly not in the mind of Veraxis. Even silence here had teeth. He knelt in it—surrounded by the carcasses of troopers whose screams still echoed in the folds of the Force. His breath...

The Sanctum of Shadows – Outside Veraxis’ Chamber Yulvaris stood silently—brooding, simmering, a storm within flesh. He did not call out. He did not enter. He only waited. And that was his mistake. From beyond the obsidian-carved doors, the shadows themselves twitched—and then...

The Meditation Chambers of Veraxis – Deep within the Obsidian Vault A silence older than stone. In the stillness of his private chamber, lit only by the cold flicker of black-flame braziers, Sith Master Veraxis sat unmoving, cloaked in shadows, entombed in darkness. He did not chase after the...

Malachor V – The Mind’s Abyss As Yulvaris turned to flee, corpses levitating behind him like grim trophies, the stone walls seemed to stretch. The collapsing cave became… quiet. Too quiet. Then—darkness. Not the absence of light, but something deeper. Living. The air warped. The heat of his...

Setting: Sith Meditation Chamber – Deep beneath the shattered surface of Malachor V, within the tomb-like sanctum where the Force screams in eternal agony. The chamber was silent, save for the low, mournful hum that echoed through the jagged stone corridors of Malachor V. Ancient obsidian...

Veraxis’s eyes snapped open from his meditative trance as the chill of the bogs pressed in, his body shaking with the accumulated agony of his wounds. The words of the hound rang in his ears—“All who run… are mine”—a twisted promise of eternal claim over those who flee from Death. Yet in this...

Within the Citadel of Flesh and Thought The shadows trembled. Veins of violet light pulsed beneath the skin of Veraxis, illuminating the area where his physical body remained seated in ancient Sith meditation. His back arched unnaturally, tendons pulling taut like strings of a cursed harp. His...

In the Void Between Breaths – The Mind of Veraxis There was silence. Not the kind that brings peace—but the silence that follows the detonation of a star. The stillness that comes when death is not only near, but watching. And in that place, on the edge of all he had ever been, Sith Master...