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I couldn't help myself. I had to have my Kelric practice Intapas, lol.
Anyway, with this we're off. People can leap in as they're accepted and shizzle. I'm hoping for Insanity to give us hell. (Average difficulty, tho!!)
I couldn't help myself. I had to have my Kelric practice Intapas, lol.
Anyway, with this we're off. People can leap in as they're accepted and shizzle. I'm hoping for Insanity to give us hell. (Average difficulty, tho!!)
The sun of Korriban was ablaze with putrid hatred as it glared down at Kelric's towering figure, coating his dark form in a layer of ""unbearable..." heat. There was no breeze of relief, nor shade of shelter to be had with the glowering eye in the sky. As far as the acolyte was concerned, he could find naught of interest in his vicinity, which was covered in dust, sand and shriveling fauna. His smoldering gaze had seen nothing but gargantuan mountains in the east, their color a boring orange that reminded of rust. What was of importance lay ahead of him; the Valley of the Dark Lords. The students whom had gone missing had activated a distress beacon somewhere ahead, and he was yet to determine the exact location of said beacon. He'd arrived a days' time before the others, so he could discern the situation and scout ahead... A fool's errand, he had realized upon arrival. It would be wise of him to wait and bide his time, as a group of four pupils had gone missing. He was but one, and they had been well-versed with the dangers of these lands.
Kelric's forehead was slick with sweat where he stood, his poised form ready for action; filled to the brink with dark energies. It was odd to stand so close to ancient history and feel its warped presence through the Force. The Valley's aura was euphoric, immersed with the secrets that he so desired. As his mental faculties whirred, reflecting upon the Valley of the Dark Lords, he was given an idea. Intapas, the inverted form of Tapas was exactly what he needed in these kind of situations, and he had all the time in the world. After all, the others wouldn't arrive until the sun had lulled itself to sleep, and so woken.
As Kelric exhaled, he exuded the tiniest bit of his vitality, naught but a drop or two from his ever-expanding well in the Force; a coveted resource that brought support and prowess in his times of need. He liked to think of it as so, a well filled with his strength and health. By drinking from it he found exhaustion, yet, it dried his parching throat. Some time went by as he shaped the energy he'd formed, manipulating it as he saw fit; finding desirable ways to change reality. After an hour passed, he was left with a grim expression, his mind stifled with a plethora of uncontrollable, dark emotions. The most prominent ones were frustration, and a possessive need to succeed. The others would arrive in a day or so, giving him time to unravel some of the technique's secrets. It was all about control and proper application, after all.
Above, the sun shone.
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