With every passing day the numbers within the temple of Acolytes seemed to rise, only to fall almost in the blink of a eyes. The death of a fellow Acolyte seemed to be a daily thing with each taking any, and every chance they could get to eliminate another student in the hopes of lowering the competition in there path of growing, as well as gaining status, and notice of there sith master. For many of the acolytes this under ground temple would be there final resting place, but such was the way, and every acolyte that took there first step though the doors of the temple, and into the Sith society knew the law.
Be stronger, and wiser then the rest, or die.
Talim who had only come to this temple not stranded week ago had already caught hold of the ways. Truly to him there seemed to be no difference in this way of life then on his home of Taris. Lies, deceit, and death ruled from the shadows while your potential executioner only gave away his motives in his eyes. Trust was something that seemed to be none existence here, as it was in the Sith Society, but for the time Talim seemed to be doing just fine. Many in the order of Acolytes where easy to read as this was a temple for Sith warriors. Brutal, and experts of combat, and this though unrefined at the time trait held true to many he had encountered, but to dis pact him more would be needed as not all targets can be taken down with a swing of a blade, and not all enemies broken by brute force.
Sitting alone in the darkness of the caverns outside of the gate of the Temple, the only light illuminating the paths being the torches of blue flames that lined the massive walk way to the gates of the temple as well as the passage ways in, and out of the under ground cavern. He was dressed as normal for a sith acolyte his body shrouded by a black cloak that was almost five inches to long for him and drug on the ground a little. His hood over his head covering his face, and the rest of him dressed in black from his body, to his legs and feet. He waited as today was the day for him to meet his master as it seemed one of the warriors wished to train him.
Be stronger, and wiser then the rest, or die.
Talim who had only come to this temple not stranded week ago had already caught hold of the ways. Truly to him there seemed to be no difference in this way of life then on his home of Taris. Lies, deceit, and death ruled from the shadows while your potential executioner only gave away his motives in his eyes. Trust was something that seemed to be none existence here, as it was in the Sith Society, but for the time Talim seemed to be doing just fine. Many in the order of Acolytes where easy to read as this was a temple for Sith warriors. Brutal, and experts of combat, and this though unrefined at the time trait held true to many he had encountered, but to dis pact him more would be needed as not all targets can be taken down with a swing of a blade, and not all enemies broken by brute force.
Sitting alone in the darkness of the caverns outside of the gate of the Temple, the only light illuminating the paths being the torches of blue flames that lined the massive walk way to the gates of the temple as well as the passage ways in, and out of the under ground cavern. He was dressed as normal for a sith acolyte his body shrouded by a black cloak that was almost five inches to long for him and drug on the ground a little. His hood over his head covering his face, and the rest of him dressed in black from his body, to his legs and feet. He waited as today was the day for him to meet his master as it seemed one of the warriors wished to train him.