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29-04-2023, 04:41 PM
Holo Entry 1: House Zynn
*The Holo-display would flicker to life and within it stood a robed female figure, her eyes beaming with the hue of the Dark Side that though behind the contents of a Holo-projector seemed to be apparent. Her expression would be darkened, corrupted and shrouded by the same darkness. Her posture however remained stoic, hands clasped onto her lap as her crimson gaze glared at the opposition of where she projected. She spoke with an audible disgruntled tonnage, displaying discontent and perhaps vague amounts of anger to compliment her mind-set at the time.*
"My first holo-journal to display my acts as Matriarch of House Zynn should anything happen to me in the coming days. Let me start with saying that my House now grows with overwhelming power, as quick as I had returned. Both Sith Soti and the Dark Lord herself have seen value to my House, and have combined efforts momentarily to reform the structures of the Temple that my father died within. Though a traitor, he left a considerable amount of history behind, despite Lord Kalkoran's interference and destruction."
"I have come to the conclusion that all around me are bumbling fools, all of them. Each act on selfless ambition without thinking of the possibilities of what could be to thrive the Empire as a whole, and not just themselves. I talk of those who seek materialism for personal gain rather than a widened perspective of the Empires situation. It is dire, and all those who fail to understand the situation are vulgar lesser creatures. Lord Kalkoran even understands this, as well as Lord Sanguinis. Fueling their own selfless desires whilst too aiding the Empire's growth, for that I do envy them and their creation."
*Zaryaa would roll her eyes and offer a subtle exhale of frustration throughout her nostrils, though mused for but a moment as a hand reached upwards to brush a strand of hair from within her gaze.*
"Despite my valiant efforts, my cousin, Vyrinne remained entirely against me. I know exactly who to blame for this assertion of doubt and schemes within her head. It is none other than the self proclaimed golden child himself, Rendvir Arvanis. Whilst I can commend his initiative, he is simply stupid for making enemies on all sides, with no claim to back up his power, or actual power. He hides behind the mask that his title provides; 'apprentice to the Dark Lord'. I find this disgusting, though politically on an external pull. It may be useful."
"He continues to persist, even though my obvious superiority, and that I, along side my new found ally, Runil Arvanis, have pulled aside each and every Apprentice from Maerina to that filthy alien, Leive, and turned them all against him. I will use that in case these 'talks' with him regarding family matters does not resolve itself. The Dark Lord and Runil insist I maintain a level head, and should direct my anger or schemes towards the enemy. I tend to agree, personally."
"I also note that Temple, once more, is in great shape. All that remains to be opened is the sanctum of Th'ssra on the left side on the approach to the sacrificial alter. I will soon discover more secrets of the traitor, and put an end to his filth once and more all. But I am patiently waiting the day."
*Zaryaa scoffed ever so slightly as her hand now reaches downwards to a vibrosword hilt, customized and metallic. Though briefly shown in the projector as she brushed across the butt of the hilt that buried itself beneath her darkened robes.*
"End transmission."
*The projection then comes to an abrupt stop, the image of the female Pureblood now fading away with a brief flicker.*
(*Post by Sierra/A'tul/Kayla V.*)
*The Holo-display would flicker to life and within it stood a robed female figure, her eyes beaming with the hue of the Dark Side that though behind the contents of a Holo-projector seemed to be apparent. Her expression would be darkened, corrupted and shrouded by the same darkness. Her posture however remained stoic, hands clasped onto her lap as her crimson gaze glared at the opposition of where she projected. She spoke with an audible disgruntled tonnage, displaying discontent and perhaps vague amounts of anger to compliment her mind-set at the time.*
"My first holo-journal to display my acts as Matriarch of House Zynn should anything happen to me in the coming days. Let me start with saying that my House now grows with overwhelming power, as quick as I had returned. Both Sith Soti and the Dark Lord herself have seen value to my House, and have combined efforts momentarily to reform the structures of the Temple that my father died within. Though a traitor, he left a considerable amount of history behind, despite Lord Kalkoran's interference and destruction."
"I have come to the conclusion that all around me are bumbling fools, all of them. Each act on selfless ambition without thinking of the possibilities of what could be to thrive the Empire as a whole, and not just themselves. I talk of those who seek materialism for personal gain rather than a widened perspective of the Empires situation. It is dire, and all those who fail to understand the situation are vulgar lesser creatures. Lord Kalkoran even understands this, as well as Lord Sanguinis. Fueling their own selfless desires whilst too aiding the Empire's growth, for that I do envy them and their creation."
*Zaryaa would roll her eyes and offer a subtle exhale of frustration throughout her nostrils, though mused for but a moment as a hand reached upwards to brush a strand of hair from within her gaze.*
"Despite my valiant efforts, my cousin, Vyrinne remained entirely against me. I know exactly who to blame for this assertion of doubt and schemes within her head. It is none other than the self proclaimed golden child himself, Rendvir Arvanis. Whilst I can commend his initiative, he is simply stupid for making enemies on all sides, with no claim to back up his power, or actual power. He hides behind the mask that his title provides; 'apprentice to the Dark Lord'. I find this disgusting, though politically on an external pull. It may be useful."
"He continues to persist, even though my obvious superiority, and that I, along side my new found ally, Runil Arvanis, have pulled aside each and every Apprentice from Maerina to that filthy alien, Leive, and turned them all against him. I will use that in case these 'talks' with him regarding family matters does not resolve itself. The Dark Lord and Runil insist I maintain a level head, and should direct my anger or schemes towards the enemy. I tend to agree, personally."
"I also note that Temple, once more, is in great shape. All that remains to be opened is the sanctum of Th'ssra on the left side on the approach to the sacrificial alter. I will soon discover more secrets of the traitor, and put an end to his filth once and more all. But I am patiently waiting the day."
*Zaryaa scoffed ever so slightly as her hand now reaches downwards to a vibrosword hilt, customized and metallic. Though briefly shown in the projector as she brushed across the butt of the hilt that buried itself beneath her darkened robes.*
"End transmission."
*The projection then comes to an abrupt stop, the image of the female Pureblood now fading away with a brief flicker.*
(*Post by Sierra/A'tul/Kayla V.*)
