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Mathazar sat in the meditation chamber assigned to him with legs crossed and eyes closed. He had sat like this for three days. No food and barely any water given to him at steady intervals. Mathazar had grown weary of waiting. He could do without food for days but the fact that he had went through enough trouble to get to the Temple only to be led to a meditation chamber and being told to wait made his blood begin to simmer. A small smile crept to his lips as he thought about the depths to which his anger could go. He had been building it up, storing his rage for the day that he would be called upon to unleash his fury upon any and all that deserved his wrath. his meditation was broken as suddenly the ornate and quite heavy stone door was pulled open and a rush of fresh air filled the small chamber. Mathazar opened his eyes and stood to meet whom or whatever stood in the doorway. For a moment it seemed as if the man were some amalgamation of shadows in the low light...
You will follow...
Mathazar nodded his head and shifted his weight upon both legs in order to regain the feeling in them. The shadowed man turned and without a word continued to lead him down a great many hallways and through different rooms each with acolytes like himself in various stages of training. They came upon a room as black as the deepest obsidian, the floors and walls polished to a sheen. The air was chilly and reeked of madness and anger, this made Mathazar smile. It brought him back to the day he made his first kill, the adrenaline and of course the smell. Again he was broke from thought when his escort shot his arm out to bar Mathazar from going any further. He grumbled as he saw another of the mysterious Dark Jedi. The escort bowed in a deep flourish to the new figure before turning sharply and leaving the way he came. Mathazar measured the man with eyes ablaze with anger, hate and so much darkness. So this was supposed to be his new Master? He felt that he could smash the man in two with ease. "Pathetic." Mathazar thought to himself. He merely stood there and crossed his arms while a smug smile crept upon his face.
Well... "Master" where do we begin?
You will follow...
Mathazar nodded his head and shifted his weight upon both legs in order to regain the feeling in them. The shadowed man turned and without a word continued to lead him down a great many hallways and through different rooms each with acolytes like himself in various stages of training. They came upon a room as black as the deepest obsidian, the floors and walls polished to a sheen. The air was chilly and reeked of madness and anger, this made Mathazar smile. It brought him back to the day he made his first kill, the adrenaline and of course the smell. Again he was broke from thought when his escort shot his arm out to bar Mathazar from going any further. He grumbled as he saw another of the mysterious Dark Jedi. The escort bowed in a deep flourish to the new figure before turning sharply and leaving the way he came. Mathazar measured the man with eyes ablaze with anger, hate and so much darkness. So this was supposed to be his new Master? He felt that he could smash the man in two with ease. "Pathetic." Mathazar thought to himself. He merely stood there and crossed his arms while a smug smile crept upon his face.
Well... "Master" where do we begin?
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