Strength in Faith
Although we have lost much in the past few years, like all across the galaxy we must look to the youth as our future. A small group of seven Jedi Padawan's are set to complete their trials and become fully fledged Jedi Knights. But they need guidance upon their journey. Travel to the Lightsaber Forge of Duxn, here the Padawan's will take the walk across the dangerous forest to the ancient site with nothing but The Force and their minds to guide them...
Although we have lost much in the past few years, like all across the galaxy we must look to the youth as our future. A small group of seven Jedi Padawan's are set to complete their trials and become fully fledged Jedi Knights. But they need guidance upon their journey. Travel to the Lightsaber Forge of Duxn, here the Padawan's will take the walk across the dangerous forest to the ancient site with nothing but The Force and their minds to guide them...
Dxun.
Never thought he'd set foot on the Demon Moon again, and yet here he was.
Prior to his return to the Jedi Order, Haldir had planned on stepping back into the temple on Yavin IV to lend a hand in any way he could. His inclinations were more in line with the arts of healing and so the taciturn Arkanian Offshoot found refuge in the infirmary, mostly shying away from the usual lively encounters in the temple despite his desire to create the same bond he once shared with his former Master long before they suffered from a fall out that shouldn't have existed.
He wasn't usually one to dwell much on the past, but the sprawling forest before him– no, the two Padawans he was overlooking seemed kind of close with each other. Their interactions reminded him of people he would never forget, and while he couldn't bring himself to speak said people's names remembering them still brought a small smile to his lips.
The Jedi Knight's face was covered as usual, the bandages wrapped loosely but carefully around his head. Strands of white hair poked out here and there, and instead of wearing his Jedi robes he was currently clad in a suit that was more in line with the family he hailed from. He probably looked like some warrant officer of old to his current companions, clad in all black and his features oddly concealed. Clipped to his belt was his lightsaber, and holstered to his left thigh was a DL-18 Blaster Pistol. Two vibroknives were tucked to each boot. Slung to his back was a small pack with a medkit, extra bandages (both for his head and for injuries, as well as a ration of food that was enough to feed both Padawans.
Haldir might not be the best when it came to social interactions, but at least he was considerate enough to come here prepared. And besides, if push came to a shove the two teenagers could always rely on him to heal whatever injury they might receive. Haldir, after all, was a healer first, warrior second.
Facing the Padawans, the Knight lifted both gloved hands to chest level and signed, unaware if either of them knew sign language, "Keep your senses sharp and stay alert. Stay close and try not to wander too far. You can't lose life nor limb here in this Demon Moon."
Should neither of them knew how, he could always verbally speak. It was only a matter of deciding which voice to use instead of using his own. As much as he wanted to, old teachings simply refused to go away – no matter how hard he tried to forget.
@Nefieslab @Killa Ree
Never thought he'd set foot on the Demon Moon again, and yet here he was.
Prior to his return to the Jedi Order, Haldir had planned on stepping back into the temple on Yavin IV to lend a hand in any way he could. His inclinations were more in line with the arts of healing and so the taciturn Arkanian Offshoot found refuge in the infirmary, mostly shying away from the usual lively encounters in the temple despite his desire to create the same bond he once shared with his former Master long before they suffered from a fall out that shouldn't have existed.
He wasn't usually one to dwell much on the past, but the sprawling forest before him– no, the two Padawans he was overlooking seemed kind of close with each other. Their interactions reminded him of people he would never forget, and while he couldn't bring himself to speak said people's names remembering them still brought a small smile to his lips.
The Jedi Knight's face was covered as usual, the bandages wrapped loosely but carefully around his head. Strands of white hair poked out here and there, and instead of wearing his Jedi robes he was currently clad in a suit that was more in line with the family he hailed from. He probably looked like some warrant officer of old to his current companions, clad in all black and his features oddly concealed. Clipped to his belt was his lightsaber, and holstered to his left thigh was a DL-18 Blaster Pistol. Two vibroknives were tucked to each boot. Slung to his back was a small pack with a medkit, extra bandages (both for his head and for injuries, as well as a ration of food that was enough to feed both Padawans.
Haldir might not be the best when it came to social interactions, but at least he was considerate enough to come here prepared. And besides, if push came to a shove the two teenagers could always rely on him to heal whatever injury they might receive. Haldir, after all, was a healer first, warrior second.
Facing the Padawans, the Knight lifted both gloved hands to chest level and signed, unaware if either of them knew sign language, "Keep your senses sharp and stay alert. Stay close and try not to wander too far. You can't lose life nor limb here in this Demon Moon."
Should neither of them knew how, he could always verbally speak. It was only a matter of deciding which voice to use instead of using his own. As much as he wanted to, old teachings simply refused to go away – no matter how hard he tried to forget.
@Nefieslab @Killa Ree
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