Darth Wyyrlok was resting in his study, in the Sith Temple on Korriban. He was working out the details of a mission that Darth Krayt had specifically requested in his grand plan. He knew every intricate detail, as he normally does, having perfected them with years of scholar and skill on his belt. He was a powerful Sith sorcerer, after all, and a dedicated Chagrian that had spent his life to the dark side.

As he sat, he could not help but admire his surroundings. Everything in the study seemed to be designed to inspire fear and terror. Some ornaments here and there are carved skulls of his enemies. Others are weapons, laid upon placards for show. Even some of the Amphistaff that the Yuuzhan Vong tend to wield. Various lightsabers of the many Jedi he's felled. It's a... warm space. One of comfort that makes him feel accomplished to reside in, scrolls tossed around his desk, both read and new, making it feel cluttered and lived-in, just as he prefers