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29-04-2023, 09:56 PM
Entry 2: Comprehension
**The playback machine splutters and rattles as it muscles out a second entry in the chronology of the database's creator. The individual projectors illuminating one by one until the ocular dome is vibrant with blue and yellow lights. Those expecting the arguably handsome features of the man in the previous entry are instead met with a face, and eyes, heavily corrupted and disheveled by the dark side of the force. Reprising his proper posture his hands resting at the base of his spine.**
"This is Acolyte Ravnor creating the second entry in what I feel is becoming my weekly therapy session."
**The projection flickers, the man disappearing and then reforming his features still contemptible to those with a taste for beauty.**
"The past few cycles have been heavily entwined with events both empowering and infuriating, as one might see from my visage I am not the same as I was in the last entry. This metamorphosis was not my choice I can assure you, but was a by-product of an onslaught that I received at the hands of a Pureblood; Soyut Vipion-
**The man spits as soon as the last syllable passes his purple veined lips.**
-I cannot explain how it happened. But I can explain how I felt during the process. My mind was not conscious but I was aware, the physical damage done to me combined with whatever poison Vipion introduced to my bloodstream had me in a place between slumber and life. I remember dreaming vividly, clouds of red, the screams and wails of a thousand-thousand souls, great beasts of ancient lore and the faces of a league of unknowns, perhaps former Sith, or maybe a manifestation of something much darker. I could see their brains pulsing through their eye sockets and their mouths, when the teeth parted, were filled to the brim with the porous hardened slime of insect nests; the denizens of which crawled out in swarm.
I saw such terror that when I awoke and as I recall it now I only have one word for it: "Magnificent". My complimenting of the machinations of a demented mind would inspire most to doubt my cognitive functions. Hence why I have not shared these images with anyone, and most have not given my features a second glance. Thankfully the Apprentices and Sith of House Horuset have stuck to their policy of ignoring the Acolytes in their down time."
**The man adjusts in place, as if writing the opening to a chapter in a literature series.**
"The time since my ordeal has passed by quickly, no longer do I feel as if my time is being wasted, every lesson is a gift,
every arriving acolyte is a potential to grow my power and I am in no rush to ascend to be one of the dogs of the various Lords. Though in my time alone I have developed a keen admiration for Lord Tokiai, I have never met them in person, or even from a distance, but it is because of their writings that I am able to comprehend so much despite my disadvantageous beginnings as a mere slave with education. The Apprentices just have us Acolytes beat each other to near-death, which I see as recreational, and the Lords have yet to give lectures on Sith Philosophy. To this end many of the other Acolytes are confused when I offer to aid them in training with my own advice and partnership. Trying to explain to them that Sith must always be tested and my motives are entirely self-serving is like throwing air at a cortosis seam hoping to mine it, none of them appear to understand which is saddening and deeply vexing."
**His features twisting into a disappointed sneer, he gestures outward with his right hand beginning a new point.**
"Onto specifics, my most significant interactions with my peers have been with two human women, Eliannah and Valkara,
the former is driven by some delusion that I consider her a challenge in either mind or body and has made multiple attempts to cement her place as a superior, while the latter is of much greater significance. Valkara is unique among those here in that her connection to the force is not only strong, but tempered, but she is no Pureblood as I said. And yet her ability is great, without question. Once I sought rivalries in the Pureblooded, Valkarr, Nhirus and Avestia being examples, believing they'd be the true tests of skill but my most recent achievement of defeating a Pureblood in single combat was less fulfilling than I should have liked. With comprehension of the force coupled with Lord Tokiai's teachings I have come to the conclusion that the purebloods might fuel my hatred, but their defeat does not sustain my power. Indeed my malice will never be satisfied, not in this lifetime. But the visions I had, combined with my victories has lead me to understand that my tunnel-visioned ideas were the childish ambitions of a lesser being, a slave. As the hue of my eyes turn red, my skin loses it's colour and the dark forces corrupt me I begin to see more than I ever used to. The slave I once was is gone, Soyut Vipion's onslaught, Lord Tokiai's wisdom and indeed House Horuset as a whole has seen to that-
**Ravnor's chest expands and his signature smirk cuts across his face with a contagious confidence.**
- I am complete, I am an Acolyte of the Sith House Horuset, I am Ravnor, a slave no-longer and my path will be one I carve into the very fabric of reality."
**The hologram flickers, losing life and the illumination of the projectors darkens to a damp grey.**
**The playback machine splutters and rattles as it muscles out a second entry in the chronology of the database's creator. The individual projectors illuminating one by one until the ocular dome is vibrant with blue and yellow lights. Those expecting the arguably handsome features of the man in the previous entry are instead met with a face, and eyes, heavily corrupted and disheveled by the dark side of the force. Reprising his proper posture his hands resting at the base of his spine.**
"This is Acolyte Ravnor creating the second entry in what I feel is becoming my weekly therapy session."
**The projection flickers, the man disappearing and then reforming his features still contemptible to those with a taste for beauty.**
"The past few cycles have been heavily entwined with events both empowering and infuriating, as one might see from my visage I am not the same as I was in the last entry. This metamorphosis was not my choice I can assure you, but was a by-product of an onslaught that I received at the hands of a Pureblood; Soyut Vipion-
**The man spits as soon as the last syllable passes his purple veined lips.**
-I cannot explain how it happened. But I can explain how I felt during the process. My mind was not conscious but I was aware, the physical damage done to me combined with whatever poison Vipion introduced to my bloodstream had me in a place between slumber and life. I remember dreaming vividly, clouds of red, the screams and wails of a thousand-thousand souls, great beasts of ancient lore and the faces of a league of unknowns, perhaps former Sith, or maybe a manifestation of something much darker. I could see their brains pulsing through their eye sockets and their mouths, when the teeth parted, were filled to the brim with the porous hardened slime of insect nests; the denizens of which crawled out in swarm.
I saw such terror that when I awoke and as I recall it now I only have one word for it: "Magnificent". My complimenting of the machinations of a demented mind would inspire most to doubt my cognitive functions. Hence why I have not shared these images with anyone, and most have not given my features a second glance. Thankfully the Apprentices and Sith of House Horuset have stuck to their policy of ignoring the Acolytes in their down time."
**The man adjusts in place, as if writing the opening to a chapter in a literature series.**
"The time since my ordeal has passed by quickly, no longer do I feel as if my time is being wasted, every lesson is a gift,
every arriving acolyte is a potential to grow my power and I am in no rush to ascend to be one of the dogs of the various Lords. Though in my time alone I have developed a keen admiration for Lord Tokiai, I have never met them in person, or even from a distance, but it is because of their writings that I am able to comprehend so much despite my disadvantageous beginnings as a mere slave with education. The Apprentices just have us Acolytes beat each other to near-death, which I see as recreational, and the Lords have yet to give lectures on Sith Philosophy. To this end many of the other Acolytes are confused when I offer to aid them in training with my own advice and partnership. Trying to explain to them that Sith must always be tested and my motives are entirely self-serving is like throwing air at a cortosis seam hoping to mine it, none of them appear to understand which is saddening and deeply vexing."
**His features twisting into a disappointed sneer, he gestures outward with his right hand beginning a new point.**
"Onto specifics, my most significant interactions with my peers have been with two human women, Eliannah and Valkara,
the former is driven by some delusion that I consider her a challenge in either mind or body and has made multiple attempts to cement her place as a superior, while the latter is of much greater significance. Valkara is unique among those here in that her connection to the force is not only strong, but tempered, but she is no Pureblood as I said. And yet her ability is great, without question. Once I sought rivalries in the Pureblooded, Valkarr, Nhirus and Avestia being examples, believing they'd be the true tests of skill but my most recent achievement of defeating a Pureblood in single combat was less fulfilling than I should have liked. With comprehension of the force coupled with Lord Tokiai's teachings I have come to the conclusion that the purebloods might fuel my hatred, but their defeat does not sustain my power. Indeed my malice will never be satisfied, not in this lifetime. But the visions I had, combined with my victories has lead me to understand that my tunnel-visioned ideas were the childish ambitions of a lesser being, a slave. As the hue of my eyes turn red, my skin loses it's colour and the dark forces corrupt me I begin to see more than I ever used to. The slave I once was is gone, Soyut Vipion's onslaught, Lord Tokiai's wisdom and indeed House Horuset as a whole has seen to that-
**Ravnor's chest expands and his signature smirk cuts across his face with a contagious confidence.**
- I am complete, I am an Acolyte of the Sith House Horuset, I am Ravnor, a slave no-longer and my path will be one I carve into the very fabric of reality."
**The hologram flickers, losing life and the illumination of the projectors darkens to a damp grey.**
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