[IC] Journal - Valeus Vexal Horuset

[Rhysand Sekker]

Entry 16: Annals, Acolytes, and Ambition

Too much has occurred since I last touched this journal to write rather than to reminisce, to properly recount it all accurately. But I shall make an effort nonetheless. So I shall start where I should start: at the beginning. Since I last wrote in this journal, I have Ascended to be a Household Sith in my own right. I have become Sith Tarimra, Sith Lorekeeper of the Horuset Powerbase. My Sith Trials are not worth mentioning: they both pushed me to the limits, and both nearly killed me. But I have persevered and now stand among the Household Sith of the Powerbase.

I have since seen Sith rise and fall. I have in my time as a Household Sith taken on five Apprentices, three of which remain with me now. Those who no longer serve me are Viren Sekker and Zartilda Varrixon, Both were Neophyted during the events of Dubrillion, which I shall not recount for they are well-known. Apprentice Sekker now serves as an Apprentice to Darth Horuset, and Apprentice Varrixon stands as an ‘Apprentice’ to the absent Sith Narazri. The Apprentices that serve me now are Merikh Fyse, Esme Roi, and Tse’kira Tel’kyria Sekker. I admit I am somewhat disappointed in myself that there is not a Pureblood among them. Such wastes of potential. Nevertheless, I am pragmatic and I will not be held down by the lacking potential of those that serve me. I will forge them all into Sith worthy of the powerbase, such is my pledge and duty. After the events of Dubrillion, I was taken on as an Apprentice to Lord Kalkoran, the Hand of Horuset, who reforged me into a Sith worthy of the powerbase. I owe much to my Master, and so I shall serve him and his goals; such is my duty as his Apprentice and foremost servant. Then there is my wife, Lord Saltaeon. While there is little love between us, we do care for each other. That much became clear when she informed me that, should I die, she would do unto my killer ten times what they would have done to me. We are not passionate, but we are loyal. The future of House Saltaeon depends on it.

But even that might not be my crowning achievement. I doubt I have reached my crowning achievement yet, for I will always push to greater heights, beyond my limits, and above my weight. I digress. I have become a member of Darth Horuset’s Conservancy. I am the Envoy of Arcana, responsible for the Spheres of Ancient Knowledge, Expansion and Diplomacy, and Mysteries, represented in the powerbase by the titles of Sith Lorekeeper, Sith Sorcerer, Sith Preserver, Head-Overseer, Sith Harbinger, and Sith Claviger. Alongside Lord Saltaeon, Sith Vipion and (provisionally) Sith Leive, I now govern the Horuset Powerbase at the direction of Darth Horuset and Lord Kalkoran. It is a position I did not think I would ever reach (and one I will need to show father the power of), but I find that even then I am not content. My victory in becoming Envoy of Arcana has not satisfied me. I will have more. But to reach for more, what I have now will need to function properly. And while much already functions, there are several cogs in the machine that refuse to turn or be oiled.

My Apprentice, Tse’kira, serves now as the primary Overseer of the powerbase, in charge of Acolyte education. She will be the Head-Overseer when she Ascends, and so my grip on that section of the powerbase shall be absolute. But while the Overseer Branch technically functions, it requires constant oversight. Constant clarification. Constant moderation. Once Apprentice Tse’kira Ascends, I shall take a step back and only act when consulted or requested for a judgement, but until that point, I shall remain involved utterly. The education of the Household Acolytes shall not falter, despite how much some seem to wish for it. Then there is the Sorcerer Branch. I shall go into more detail about this at a later point. For now: it is frustrating and will be over soon.

Despite the fact that the education of the Acolytes falls under my purview and that of the Overseers below me, my disgust for the vermin that crawl through the powerbase knows no bounds. They are pathetic, hopeless creatures who seek to make hope for themselves. They will need to fight for each scrap of knowledge imparted upon them by my grace; they will kneel and beg to be broken and reforged by the indomitable will of my vision. The reality of the hopefuls that call me ‘my Lord’ is a cruel one. But cruelty brings pressure, and through pressure, the weak are crushed and the strong forged into more than they were. The strong rule. The weak perish. That is the mandate of the Overseers under my guidance.

Glory to the Dark Lord of Horuset. Never Waver; Never Relent.

- From the journal of Sith Tarimra, Valeus Horuset