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29-04-2023, 10:00 PM
Entry #2
Khirus rolled his sheet of flimsiplat before him on one of the crates inside the training room, rubbing his chest slighty before starting to write.
“Yet another scars to remind me of my inability.. I wonder what have I done wrong to anger the Gods so greatly? I was instructed by Lord Sanguini, who appears to me more ruthless than our Pureblooded superiors, maybe a reason for that shall be revealed in due time, to spar against his Apprentice with another Acolyte. There wasn’t any chance for us to beat him but atleast we learned more trough the hard way. I nearly received a thrust above my heart, an attack I managed to avoid but what quickly turned to pain nonetheless.”
Khirus moves his fingers on his robes at where the two new scars were under the bandages.
“I am.. Surprised to even say this to myself, but I feel some sort of respectful bond starting to form between a fellow Pureblooded Acolyte named Valkarr and myself, although for obvious reasons I have not said this outloud but maybe he has noticed it too. We have sparred few times together and even though there is exchange of blows I find myself at the losing side but still it doesn’t feel like a complete loss.”
The young Pureblood hears the training room doors hissing open and noticing an Imperial walking inside but quickly turning on his heels and going to his chores. Khirus takes a small sip from his canteen, sighing deeply as the refreshing tea provides both pleasing taste and aroma, before focusing back to his writing.
“Later we had a lesson in Animal Bond, hosted by Lord Sanguinis on the Horuset Spire. We were tasked to dominate the feeble minds of Gizkas, more pestilence on two legs than an animal really. At first I were not able to dominate it and could nearly feel how Lord Sanguinis two flaming eyes turned to gaze upon me before I felt fully fledged Force Lightning torturing my very being, the sensation itself were enough to not wanting to fail ever again and most certainly I would not like to find what the Lightning would have felt like if my Lord would have been channeling it longer. But I have started to theorize that maybe I require pain to be successful, Im am not sure was is that or the fear of failing again but I was able to form a bond trough the Force with my mind to the Gizkas and then was allowed to join the others who had succeeded.
A new Pureblooded Acolyte whos name nor face weren’t familiar to me failed again and was punished by Lord Sanguinis. I noticed a Human, atleast he smelled like one, smirking to the scene unfolding before us. Are every human having some sort of facial paralyze or what, because I have noticed it on many occasions that they are more likely doing different facial expressions when they see their fellow Acolytes being tortured in many ways, but when they themselves receive punishment their faces speak only pain?”
Khirus would shrug his shoulders and shake his head slighty, letting that surmise keep brewing inside his mind.
“At the end of Lord Sanguinis lesson, everyone of us except Apprentice Siors were ordered to kill the Gizkas. Without giving too much though upon the order everyone of us relieved our Gizkas from their lives in various ways, but bones broke and cartileges were crushed and thus the pests were dead. After the lesson I had a lengthy discussion with Neophyte Aregra and with very… Odd Twi’lek Acolyte who seems to be the only one myself included to clean our own trashes onboard our Flagship. Maybe the other Acolytes cannot hold the broom or then they feel themselves too precious for such filthy things, who knows.”
After reading trough again what his constantly running mind had made him write down, Khirus rolls the flimsiplast before putting it inside his robes and starting to jog around the training room and starting his daily exercise.
Khirus rolled his sheet of flimsiplat before him on one of the crates inside the training room, rubbing his chest slighty before starting to write.
“Yet another scars to remind me of my inability.. I wonder what have I done wrong to anger the Gods so greatly? I was instructed by Lord Sanguini, who appears to me more ruthless than our Pureblooded superiors, maybe a reason for that shall be revealed in due time, to spar against his Apprentice with another Acolyte. There wasn’t any chance for us to beat him but atleast we learned more trough the hard way. I nearly received a thrust above my heart, an attack I managed to avoid but what quickly turned to pain nonetheless.”
Khirus moves his fingers on his robes at where the two new scars were under the bandages.
“I am.. Surprised to even say this to myself, but I feel some sort of respectful bond starting to form between a fellow Pureblooded Acolyte named Valkarr and myself, although for obvious reasons I have not said this outloud but maybe he has noticed it too. We have sparred few times together and even though there is exchange of blows I find myself at the losing side but still it doesn’t feel like a complete loss.”
The young Pureblood hears the training room doors hissing open and noticing an Imperial walking inside but quickly turning on his heels and going to his chores. Khirus takes a small sip from his canteen, sighing deeply as the refreshing tea provides both pleasing taste and aroma, before focusing back to his writing.
“Later we had a lesson in Animal Bond, hosted by Lord Sanguinis on the Horuset Spire. We were tasked to dominate the feeble minds of Gizkas, more pestilence on two legs than an animal really. At first I were not able to dominate it and could nearly feel how Lord Sanguinis two flaming eyes turned to gaze upon me before I felt fully fledged Force Lightning torturing my very being, the sensation itself were enough to not wanting to fail ever again and most certainly I would not like to find what the Lightning would have felt like if my Lord would have been channeling it longer. But I have started to theorize that maybe I require pain to be successful, Im am not sure was is that or the fear of failing again but I was able to form a bond trough the Force with my mind to the Gizkas and then was allowed to join the others who had succeeded.
A new Pureblooded Acolyte whos name nor face weren’t familiar to me failed again and was punished by Lord Sanguinis. I noticed a Human, atleast he smelled like one, smirking to the scene unfolding before us. Are every human having some sort of facial paralyze or what, because I have noticed it on many occasions that they are more likely doing different facial expressions when they see their fellow Acolytes being tortured in many ways, but when they themselves receive punishment their faces speak only pain?”
Khirus would shrug his shoulders and shake his head slighty, letting that surmise keep brewing inside his mind.
“At the end of Lord Sanguinis lesson, everyone of us except Apprentice Siors were ordered to kill the Gizkas. Without giving too much though upon the order everyone of us relieved our Gizkas from their lives in various ways, but bones broke and cartileges were crushed and thus the pests were dead. After the lesson I had a lengthy discussion with Neophyte Aregra and with very… Odd Twi’lek Acolyte who seems to be the only one myself included to clean our own trashes onboard our Flagship. Maybe the other Acolytes cannot hold the broom or then they feel themselves too precious for such filthy things, who knows.”
After reading trough again what his constantly running mind had made him write down, Khirus rolls the flimsiplast before putting it inside his robes and starting to jog around the training room and starting his daily exercise.
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