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29-04-2023, 10:04 PM
Pt.1, Fated? Or lucky?
Utahis would be seen sat alone in the Library, a bruise faintly distinguishable upon the left side of his forehead. His Left arm, sat on the desk, the index finger occasionally twitching.
"I thought it was about time I made one of these... Now that my path is clear..."
Utahis would take a moment to collect his thoughts, his eyes rolling side to side almost as though he is scouring his mind for the words to give justice to what he intends to say.
"Where to begin... From the beginning, I suppose. I came to House Horuset, broken, the shell of a Pureblood with the mind of a Slave. 'Crimson mauler' they called me... In a Zygrerrian gladiatorial arena I was charged with facing masked and ragged looking warriors, the likes of whom I'd never seen. One carried a hammer, a heavy one at that. The rest with steel blades. The fight was on, I cannot remember much of it, but from the scarce information I have gathered from some of the Apprentices in passing conversation back when I was still broken, I realise I must have put up a reasonable fight, or else I'd have been killed."
"I didn't know my name at that time. Like a spell had been placed on my mind, or my conscious had been shackled and broken. Neophyte Aregra seemed to break those shackles when she spoke my name. A few memories of us conversing with other's on Kaas... before..."
Utahis would wave his hand around in a circular motion at jaw height with his head stooped slightly, indicating he was referring to all recent events.
"The family heirloom, the final piece of House Aayu that I have is Lord Fraternus' Warblade. From the research I have done on it, it's old. Very old. Some of the inscriptions on it indicate that it was forged in the time of Naga Sadow. Which should make it 700 years old or there abouts. But I can not know for certain as I only see it in my dreams..."
"How I long for it back..."
"Apprentice Zhephra has told me to banish the thought of it from my mind, she's right. I need to. Lord Kalkoran has stated that he's smelted it as punishment for my failings... Was he justified in doing what he did? I do not believe so, but my failings are mine alone. I remember he said... Months ago now..."
"Break him down and re-shape him in our image"
"Or something along those lines. And he's right. Broken I have been. But beaten?"
Utahis would smirk, his eyes widen ever so slightly, almost as though he's proud he's not yet been killed.
"Beaten, I am not."
"I returned to the ruins of House Aayu, and I started manually rebuilding it, setting up camp, training there, exploring the ruins and restoring stone tablets. This taught me much, about the Pureblood religion, my heritage... It taught me Sith again, and a fair amount of High Sith too, seeing as though I had to relearn basic and re-educate my self in conversational skills, learning two more languages in the short time I've been here is not that bad. Or so I like to think."
"My heart did sink, however, when two of the House Apprentices' came to the Ruins I had so hard worked for. I fear they may seize the lands. I pray they do not. This was another conversation I had with Apprentice Zhephra. She... She gave me a chance. She opened my eyes into realizing that I am doing it wrong...."
"So, what is 'IT', well, it is everything. I felt the Gods had abandoned me to the ruins of my house, my faith was weak. So I do not blame them. I wanted Hezarkal to guide my blade, Zyantha to guide my heart, Typhojem to watch over me and Mekhath to guide my mind. But why would a divine take favor on a heretic? I fought ferociously against the Apprentices when they called me such, although I was obeying their teachings, I cannot help but feel they were partially correct..."
Utahis again takes a moment to look around the room, still no one was there, after all it is the small hours of the morning, those who are awake are elsewhere, much to Utahis' delight.
"I need to become stronger. Physically stronger isn't enough, I know, without augmentation, only Cadeus could match my strength. I need to become stronger in the Force, the Darkside. My blood is a hyperlane to greatness, the only thing holding me back is my mind not making the Jump. So why should I be ensnared? What can I do as an acolyte? Nothing. My privilege is the dirt. My reward, another day of my heart still beating..."
"Apprentice Zhephra, told me I need to become strong--No, powerful is the word, in order to attract a mate. From there I will rebuild my House and achieve greatness. And I will. My Lord, Apprentice Vaenra, made a remark about me not even being able to attract a half-breed... I will prove her wrong..."
Utahis would then glare at the Holo-Recording, if determination was an aura, Utahis' visage would hardly be visible.
"But, despite all of this. Earlier this day was the moment I realized I was not a lost cause. That I will never be in a weak place again, that if I am told to yield to those unworthy of my Loyalty, I will fight. Acolyte Sovernus is a potent foe. But I consider him an ally, no matter what others say.... Afterall, Lord Sanguinis, from what others have told me, isn't Human, or Pureblooded, yet from the tales of the Apprentices, Lord Kalkoran and him have been close as kin since they were acolytes. So why are me and Sovernus different?... Disregard those thoughts...
Lord Kalkoran wanted me to best Sovernus, beat him down, in fact, in single combat. So I did just that. In front of all manners of different Lords from other Houses, Lord Sanguinis himself and Sith Aljo... The fight was hard won, my arm still numb from the Shock he sent to me, but I won. I proved my might, I proved my worth, even receiving praise from a Human Lord. But it wont get to my head. I've set the bar and I must constantly raise it. Or I will fall behind and be forgotten.
That will not happen.
"I believe the Gods are with me. For I prayed to Hezarkal to guide me to victory and he did. I take comfort in knowing I'm not alone in the road I walk. And no matter where this road takes me. It is clear, the Promises I've made will not be broken..."
"Nenx oer nuyak imkijsi kvapas"
Finishes the line looking dead ahead, a cold look in his eyes. He'd then be seen reaching over as he shuts the Holo off.
Utahis would be seen sat alone in the Library, a bruise faintly distinguishable upon the left side of his forehead. His Left arm, sat on the desk, the index finger occasionally twitching.
"I thought it was about time I made one of these... Now that my path is clear..."
Utahis would take a moment to collect his thoughts, his eyes rolling side to side almost as though he is scouring his mind for the words to give justice to what he intends to say.
"Where to begin... From the beginning, I suppose. I came to House Horuset, broken, the shell of a Pureblood with the mind of a Slave. 'Crimson mauler' they called me... In a Zygrerrian gladiatorial arena I was charged with facing masked and ragged looking warriors, the likes of whom I'd never seen. One carried a hammer, a heavy one at that. The rest with steel blades. The fight was on, I cannot remember much of it, but from the scarce information I have gathered from some of the Apprentices in passing conversation back when I was still broken, I realise I must have put up a reasonable fight, or else I'd have been killed."
"I didn't know my name at that time. Like a spell had been placed on my mind, or my conscious had been shackled and broken. Neophyte Aregra seemed to break those shackles when she spoke my name. A few memories of us conversing with other's on Kaas... before..."
Utahis would wave his hand around in a circular motion at jaw height with his head stooped slightly, indicating he was referring to all recent events.
"The family heirloom, the final piece of House Aayu that I have is Lord Fraternus' Warblade. From the research I have done on it, it's old. Very old. Some of the inscriptions on it indicate that it was forged in the time of Naga Sadow. Which should make it 700 years old or there abouts. But I can not know for certain as I only see it in my dreams..."
"How I long for it back..."
"Apprentice Zhephra has told me to banish the thought of it from my mind, she's right. I need to. Lord Kalkoran has stated that he's smelted it as punishment for my failings... Was he justified in doing what he did? I do not believe so, but my failings are mine alone. I remember he said... Months ago now..."
"Break him down and re-shape him in our image"
"Or something along those lines. And he's right. Broken I have been. But beaten?"
Utahis would smirk, his eyes widen ever so slightly, almost as though he's proud he's not yet been killed.
"Beaten, I am not."
"I returned to the ruins of House Aayu, and I started manually rebuilding it, setting up camp, training there, exploring the ruins and restoring stone tablets. This taught me much, about the Pureblood religion, my heritage... It taught me Sith again, and a fair amount of High Sith too, seeing as though I had to relearn basic and re-educate my self in conversational skills, learning two more languages in the short time I've been here is not that bad. Or so I like to think."
"My heart did sink, however, when two of the House Apprentices' came to the Ruins I had so hard worked for. I fear they may seize the lands. I pray they do not. This was another conversation I had with Apprentice Zhephra. She... She gave me a chance. She opened my eyes into realizing that I am doing it wrong...."
"So, what is 'IT', well, it is everything. I felt the Gods had abandoned me to the ruins of my house, my faith was weak. So I do not blame them. I wanted Hezarkal to guide my blade, Zyantha to guide my heart, Typhojem to watch over me and Mekhath to guide my mind. But why would a divine take favor on a heretic? I fought ferociously against the Apprentices when they called me such, although I was obeying their teachings, I cannot help but feel they were partially correct..."
Utahis again takes a moment to look around the room, still no one was there, after all it is the small hours of the morning, those who are awake are elsewhere, much to Utahis' delight.
"I need to become stronger. Physically stronger isn't enough, I know, without augmentation, only Cadeus could match my strength. I need to become stronger in the Force, the Darkside. My blood is a hyperlane to greatness, the only thing holding me back is my mind not making the Jump. So why should I be ensnared? What can I do as an acolyte? Nothing. My privilege is the dirt. My reward, another day of my heart still beating..."
"Apprentice Zhephra, told me I need to become strong--No, powerful is the word, in order to attract a mate. From there I will rebuild my House and achieve greatness. And I will. My Lord, Apprentice Vaenra, made a remark about me not even being able to attract a half-breed... I will prove her wrong..."
Utahis would then glare at the Holo-Recording, if determination was an aura, Utahis' visage would hardly be visible.
"But, despite all of this. Earlier this day was the moment I realized I was not a lost cause. That I will never be in a weak place again, that if I am told to yield to those unworthy of my Loyalty, I will fight. Acolyte Sovernus is a potent foe. But I consider him an ally, no matter what others say.... Afterall, Lord Sanguinis, from what others have told me, isn't Human, or Pureblooded, yet from the tales of the Apprentices, Lord Kalkoran and him have been close as kin since they were acolytes. So why are me and Sovernus different?... Disregard those thoughts...
Lord Kalkoran wanted me to best Sovernus, beat him down, in fact, in single combat. So I did just that. In front of all manners of different Lords from other Houses, Lord Sanguinis himself and Sith Aljo... The fight was hard won, my arm still numb from the Shock he sent to me, but I won. I proved my might, I proved my worth, even receiving praise from a Human Lord. But it wont get to my head. I've set the bar and I must constantly raise it. Or I will fall behind and be forgotten.
That will not happen.
"I believe the Gods are with me. For I prayed to Hezarkal to guide me to victory and he did. I take comfort in knowing I'm not alone in the road I walk. And no matter where this road takes me. It is clear, the Promises I've made will not be broken..."
"Nenx oer nuyak imkijsi kvapas"
Finishes the line looking dead ahead, a cold look in his eyes. He'd then be seen reaching over as he shuts the Holo off.
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