Vexillar
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He sat in a ship in the middle of Ziost just a few kilometers to the temple's west. He had instructed the Acolyte he'd be training to show up at his location...but rather, gave the Acolyte coordinates that would put him to the South West of the Arcanist. It wouldn't be terribly far, but far enough that time would be of the essence.
Raith despised teaching conventional classes. What did anyone learn in a controlled environment? Or at least when they were sure they were in such an environment. Outside, in the wild, just about anything could happen. And in this situation that anything was hypothermia.
The Arcanist loved putting his students into situations where it was quite literally, do or die. Of course he'd never let them die, but they didn't know that. Because of this, everyone he taught learned the ability exceptionally fast. Because that's the nature of one's mind. Within the Force, it is one's own doubt that will surely be their undoing. Nobody is exactly eager to die, and so their mind demands to understand, to use, the ability at hand in order to survive. Raith was taught like this, though he didn't know it at the time of course. Looking back, Nox was as much a friend as he was a teacher and a father to him. Sending a silent prayer to the Twin Spirits he began his work.
There was an ability within the Force that produced exceptionally wild results, with little effort on the user's part. He was still but a novice in this power, but the more he studied up on related skills, the better he became. At this point, however, what he wanted to do was simple since it required little change.
Turn the gentle snowfall into a raging blizzard.
He focused on the Force Energy of the clouds above him. Pulling on their strings until their power was his, until he could see the stones that required pushing. With a gentle nudge here and there the snowfall began to pick up. Faster, faster, and faster still, the snow began to build at an unnatural rate. Raith continued to meditate on this, pushing until anyone caught outside in the effected area would surely be blinded. The effective range was only within his ship and the Acolyte's coordinates. The temple was left unaffected as Raith didn't command enough control to spread this that far.
The Tuk'ata shifted uncomfortably on the lounge couch. The sound of malicious winds battering against the ship's walls made him uneasy, a gentle touch from Raith seemed to relax him though. The Acolyte's lesson had begun...
Raith despised teaching conventional classes. What did anyone learn in a controlled environment? Or at least when they were sure they were in such an environment. Outside, in the wild, just about anything could happen. And in this situation that anything was hypothermia.
The Arcanist loved putting his students into situations where it was quite literally, do or die. Of course he'd never let them die, but they didn't know that. Because of this, everyone he taught learned the ability exceptionally fast. Because that's the nature of one's mind. Within the Force, it is one's own doubt that will surely be their undoing. Nobody is exactly eager to die, and so their mind demands to understand, to use, the ability at hand in order to survive. Raith was taught like this, though he didn't know it at the time of course. Looking back, Nox was as much a friend as he was a teacher and a father to him. Sending a silent prayer to the Twin Spirits he began his work.
There was an ability within the Force that produced exceptionally wild results, with little effort on the user's part. He was still but a novice in this power, but the more he studied up on related skills, the better he became. At this point, however, what he wanted to do was simple since it required little change.
Turn the gentle snowfall into a raging blizzard.
He focused on the Force Energy of the clouds above him. Pulling on their strings until their power was his, until he could see the stones that required pushing. With a gentle nudge here and there the snowfall began to pick up. Faster, faster, and faster still, the snow began to build at an unnatural rate. Raith continued to meditate on this, pushing until anyone caught outside in the effected area would surely be blinded. The effective range was only within his ship and the Acolyte's coordinates. The temple was left unaffected as Raith didn't command enough control to spread this that far.
The Tuk'ata shifted uncomfortably on the lounge couch. The sound of malicious winds battering against the ship's walls made him uneasy, a gentle touch from Raith seemed to relax him though. The Acolyte's lesson had begun...