Deep Within the tombs in the valley of the dark lords on Korriban

Well within a sand storm Karza, Dressed in full robes walks. After a few moments he enters the relative safety the tomb of Naga sadow, "how interesting.. these ruins have stood the test of time..." he says softly as he admires the state of the ruins. Walking slowly through he softly repeats Qotsisajak [i]Nwûl tash. Dzwol shâsotkun. Shâsotjontû châtsatul nu tyûk. Tyûkjontû châtsatul nu midwan. Midwanjontû châtsatul nu asha. Ashajontû kotswinot itsu nuyak. Wonoksh Qyâsik nun.[/i] over and over again. The wat of the sith had literally been beaten into him at a young age by his father. During the sparing sessions where he and his father had used heavy dulled iron blades and sparred while explaining the code to his father. any mix up or confusion could have cost him a broken limb and no food for the rest of the day. Karza chuckled softly at the idea, His father, like everyone else above Acolyte were dead. slightly pained by the fact he would never be able to take revenge on his father, he moves deeper into the tomb. As Karza walks the sound of soft clicking can be heard, K'lor slugs... their big ugly bodies being carried by tiny claw feet softly clicking away as they hit the stone floor. a smile crosses Karza's face. how he needed a release from the boredom of his own thoughts. slowly he takes out the two lightsabers he had found, activating them their blades light up his face. "come then, allow me some fun" he says laughing softly