Writing Prompt FB
Status: Rough Draft (Incomplete)
IC: Saarai-Ban
Location: Korriban
Saarai rose from the shadow of sleep, he took a breath, a cloud of white bellowed from his mouth like smoke, incense in the dark. He was alive. The Sith Pureblood motioned on the metal and cold cot, more like coffin, as onyx metal was above and below, leaving him limited in his movements. Turning his visage to his rigjt saw he saw red light, he motioned and rolled, his body sliding out of the crude sleeping quarters. Saarai stood upright seeing many alcoves like the one he called his coffin and footholds hewn into metal in rectangles forming footholds to reach the upperlevels. The Pureblood touched a red control in shape of a triangle, he saw familair characters, an alphabet he knew from infancy. The door controls chimed and obsidian black door slide open.
Saarai stepped into a hallway dimly lit by red hololights. The Pureblood made his way down the corridor and came to a larger door with another trianglar controlpad. Saarai searched through the characters, until at last the massive grey metal door began to raise and reveal light. At first hus lower legs were bathed in yellow light until it reached his red akin cheeks and orange eyes. He saw in the distance great pyramids of black stone, and valley with grey rock canyons. It.was all familiar somehow. Saarai examined the horizon, and saw figured descending into the valley. Some were clade in black robes, they looked like spectras on the horizon. Saarai descended towards them coming in view of one Shade who wore a skull shaped mask and held a obsidian staff and sat upon a black rock. Saarai approached the wraith.
The Phantom Pilgrim moved his masked head and spoke in tongues familiar to Saarai, “Zvelgtier, Aras j'us heading Kia Tave Klonin iv Tave Ari Aris? Traveler, are you headed to the Valley of the Sith Lords?” The Pureblood nodded his head. The Phantom Pilgrim stood and said, “Do you seek a guide?” Saarai eyed the Skeletal Spectra, and nodded once more. He feared to speak in the presence of this phantom, and sought to error on the side of caution. The Skullus Pilgrim stepped forward on to a rocky trail that descends into the lower canyons. “I lead, you follow.” The Pureblood allowed the Phantom to take point and tres the path before them. The two came down into rock walled canyon, everywhere waa blindspots, positions that an enemy could assail them from. Saarai put his trust in the Shadow Guide whose presence carried a chill that made his tendrils almost coil up. Yet The Pureblood had no other choice than to trust in this Spirit Guide.
They came to open clearing and there stood a fortress bathed in ruby light. Above the sky was obscured with gray clouds and bolts of lightning descrnded like gnarl hands to the fortress.
The Phantom Pilgrim led Saarai into the broken pyramid, which made a crown of two spikes that arched towards one another like crescent moons. Saaraai took in this imposing structure, which seemed to quake. The Skeletal Spectra stopped at the bright garnet doors with massive brass spikes protruding out of the wood, and knocked. He then stepped back as the two titan doors turned on their hinges and opened to an abyss. “Enter therein, and learn.” Saarai eyed his Guide, and asked, “what awaits inside?” The Phantom Guide pointed his black clade arm and his bone fingers outstretched. “What awaits I cannot say, enter and obey.” The cryptic words of this Spectra unnerved him, but he entered the abysss at his behest. The mighty doors shut behind Saarai, he was alone, and in a fortress that was oddly quiet. There was no sentries or guards. Saarai thought to himself, “perhaps its abandoned.” He cane to a center room that rose to the spires he saw outside, all around was crimson stainglass and in the center was a monoloth of jet black with two lighysaber hilts lying on the oval slab. The Pureblood approached the the half column and reached for the hilts, when suddenly the column descended into the flood and the sabers were lost. Then holes appeared in the floor and similiar columns began to rise at different hieghts, at the tallest one the two saber hilts laid. Saarai climbed on to first shortest collumn, when suddenly the others came alive and began to revolve in circular fashion, making it hard to keep baldnce. The Pureblood climbed on to the second column when the floor below began to fill with a green liquid that steamed. Saarai tried to grab the next column when he almost fell, some debris fell and was burned by the emerald pool that rose below him. The Pureblood leapt to the next spinning column, and hung on as it spun him around and afound, from there he lespt to another one far off, and nearly slipped. The spinning force made Saarai lose a sense of equilibrium, he had troubke gauging how to leapt straight. The Sith Spawn tried to center himself, and then leapt reaching the fjnal column. He climbed slowly to the tip where enshrined was the two sabers. Taking hold of them, the columns stopped their revolutions, and the pool of acid stopped ascending. The fluid drained from the room, and Saarai was carried back to the floor by the column. There he stood with both saber hilts in both hands. Another column rose from floor with a mask upon the short column. The Sith Spawn laid the two sabers next to mask and raised it to his face and it fit, layching around his head. The room then began to fill with a purple smoke, and Saarai in alarm hrabbed the two sabers and ignited them, one blade magenta and the other ruby. The stain glass on the walls began to shimmer, giving off a stobbing light effect as lights illuminated them. Then he fdlt it, Saarai sensed a presence, not one, not two, but twelve. From the myst emerged masked wraiths with assorted weapons, some had Vibroblades, while one held a crimson crossguard saber. The stategy was simple to Saarai, slay the lower caste and challenge the leader. The wraith warriors moved in unison like one entity, they let out shrieks as they jabbed at The Pureblood. Saarai parried in which he learned their blades didn’t break. “Beskar.. they have Beskar steel!”
The sabers hummed and crackled as Saarai did a Sarlaac sweep, arching his blades around his body in swings that met the wraith blades. Jar Kai was The Pureblood’s salvation, for his opponets assailed from all around him, he parried with the duo sabers. Alarming was the Wraith with the crossguard did not engage, as if he was anticipating Saarai’s desire. The Sith Spawn started to notice a pattern to attacks, they came in twos and threes. Saarai turned and caught the one wraith in motion and evaded his blade and then struck in a lower torso to neckline, leaving a burning lava streak that then faded to black, the wraith warrior shrieked and collapsed. Emboldened, Saarai assailed the wraiths, cutting their heads and cloaks asunder tell now only stood the Wraith Knight with his crossguard saber.
The Wraith Knight let out a shriek that nearly ruptured Saarai’s eardrums as it attacked. The Sith Spawn parried the v shaped arches, causing the two ruby blades to crackle and sparks to dance like molten shards on the floor. The Wraith Knight continued assail the Pureblood with a fury of strikes, Saarai blocked them and then with the ruby saber and amythst saber he returned a flurry of cuts that knocked back the weaith, and with that Saarai...
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I am going to edit this post and continue it ASAP, so its not offical yet. I need to save it here like this for now. 
