Recent content by Sith Master Veraxis

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...

FLASHBACK: THE COURT OF ASHEN STONE – IMPERIAL PALACE, KORRIBAN The obsidian pillars of the Imperial Court stretched into darkness above like jagged fangs, each etched with names of ancient Sith long since turned to dust. Red torchlight flickered across the marble floors, reflecting in pools...

Veraxis stood within the storm. Not upon soil or stone, but within the fractured halls of his own mind—once a bastion, now a battlefield. The Citadel of Will that he had constructed over decades of pain, betrayal, and power trembled beneath the crashing weight of the tempest. Screams echoed in...

Veraxis stood amidst the chaos, his mind a fortress besieged by the relentless tempest of the nameless entity. The bogs around him pulsed with malevolence, the stormtroopers’ lifeless forms now grotesque marionettes animated by the intruder’s will. The decayed Acklay convulsed, arcs of unnatural...

Veraxis did not recoil, though the air itself seemed to rot around him. The bogs churned as if the planet had become sentient—an ancient, unseen force slithering between realms, seeking to devour all that trespassed. He could feel it creeping into his mind, a clawing, writhing presence that...

Veraxis did not flinch. He did not reach for a saber, nor did he command his troopers to open fire. As the monstrous, decayed Acklay surged forward, its blind desperation twisting it into a force of pure destruction, he merely watched. The stormtroopers reacted as expected—scattering, their...

Veraxis and his company descended toward the surface of Vendaxa aboard a Sith transport, the ship skimming just above the dense, mist-choked bogs of the old world ruins. The planet’s ancient forests and sprawling wetlands made traditional landings impossible. Instead, the transport’s side...

Veraxis’s gaze sharpened as Tzar spoke, revealing their purpose—vengeance in the name of the so-called King Eosfor. The mention of Eosfor’s betrayal and retreat, however, seemed to cast doubt even among the Kuonjan warriors, prompting murmurs of retreat among their ranks. Sensing an...

Veraxis turned to Malvus, his expression hardened as he withdrew from his mind assault on the Kuonjan warriors. “My Lord, I know nothing of these enemies,” he admitted. “They attacked the citadel without warning. Their arrival is sudden, and their powers… are formidable.” Lowering his hands...