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It was dark, dark and damp, deep within the dungeon. Sin'ryk liked to hold his sessions there, and the screams of pain coming from the other rooms within echoed throughout the room. While it had first been a distraction upon his arrival at the mansion, it was now slowly becoming one of his favorite ambiances within the home. He could not help but smile at the pain and suffering being caused at the hands of his master, and the hate it was fostering deep within the souls of his victims. Hatred for Sin'ryk, hatred for their allies who had abandoned them to this fate, or even hatred for themselves for letting themselves be put into this position. It was honestly rather enjoyable!
A shudder of pure pleasure ran down Pol's spine as he made his way down the hallway and towards the door to where his master had called him. Lately, he had shirked his studies and he knew that such a lack of effort would not be well received by his master. But he did not matter, there had been battles and chances for him to improve his standing within the Empire as a whole. There had even been a mission to recover some stolen crystals alongside a rather unusual man. He smiled at the thought of his new friend, Guanerei, and even allowed his mental control to slip for a moment and a ripple of amusement to be emitted outwards within the force. He could sense the presence of Sin'ryk as he made his way through the hallway, ever dark and imposing, it was like a heavy weight upon his chest, making it more difficult to breathe. While most would normally find such a presence restrictive, Pol found it rather comforting, providing him with a sense of challenge, and a goal. After all, that was what he needed most. A goal, something to work towards, something to define who he was. For he did not truly know, himself.
Slowly, he turned, feeling the weight press down harder, indicating his master's presence on the other side of the door, and he allowed his mind to reach outwards, sending a burst of emotion outwards and into the mind of his master. He would not bother knocking, this would tell his master enough.
Arrival. Eagerness. Readiness to learn. A hint of impatience. They came flooding out of his mind, through the mental bridge that was slowly becoming second nature to Pol now that he used his new-found powers on a more regular basis. Slowly, they came to Sin'ryk, and without waiting for approval that he knew would be there anyway, Pol severed the bridge and reached out with the force, using it to slowly open the door with a loud CREAK.
A shudder of pure pleasure ran down Pol's spine as he made his way down the hallway and towards the door to where his master had called him. Lately, he had shirked his studies and he knew that such a lack of effort would not be well received by his master. But he did not matter, there had been battles and chances for him to improve his standing within the Empire as a whole. There had even been a mission to recover some stolen crystals alongside a rather unusual man. He smiled at the thought of his new friend, Guanerei, and even allowed his mental control to slip for a moment and a ripple of amusement to be emitted outwards within the force. He could sense the presence of Sin'ryk as he made his way through the hallway, ever dark and imposing, it was like a heavy weight upon his chest, making it more difficult to breathe. While most would normally find such a presence restrictive, Pol found it rather comforting, providing him with a sense of challenge, and a goal. After all, that was what he needed most. A goal, something to work towards, something to define who he was. For he did not truly know, himself.
Slowly, he turned, feeling the weight press down harder, indicating his master's presence on the other side of the door, and he allowed his mind to reach outwards, sending a burst of emotion outwards and into the mind of his master. He would not bother knocking, this would tell his master enough.
Arrival. Eagerness. Readiness to learn. A hint of impatience. They came flooding out of his mind, through the mental bridge that was slowly becoming second nature to Pol now that he used his new-found powers on a more regular basis. Slowly, they came to Sin'ryk, and without waiting for approval that he knew would be there anyway, Pol severed the bridge and reached out with the force, using it to slowly open the door with a loud CREAK.