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29-04-2023, 11:19 PM
Entry 1: The Flame of Cleansing
The orange-red skinned male came to life as the recorder turned on. The man of purity sat upon a simple, high back chair, wearing simple, long grey robes. He'd be leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees while his gloved hands held eachother, fingers intertwined with one another while his head was slightly lowered. The purebloods golden yellow that form his eyes would be piercing the recorders beam of light. The man's mouth opened, yet no sound came out, it's jaw seemed to be locked in place for a moment, but then, it moved, and with a click of his tongue he'd speak with a tone of secrecy.
''Today. Today is the day that Khatatas Ronith, the Acolyte has died, thrown into the void, never to return again. The Acolyte had been summoned to the laboratory at the Horuset Spire, as per usual he left as soon as he was allowed to, and as eager as ever, he knew that this was the day. The day he would ascend and become an equal in title to his dota.''
The pureblood would remain nigh unmoving, his hands however would open ever so slightly, his fingers remained locked as it happened. Then seemingly out of nowhere a small metalic rectangle shaped object would descend through the air, moving towards the floor, but then, it stopped before moving out of view. The object remained floating in front of the man for a good ten seconds. Silence filled the oxygen rich air as his eyes remained focused on the shape, then he'd take hold of the object. His right hand remaining on it's knee, while his left took hold of it. With a flick of his thumb he'd open the metalic casing, and ignite it. Revealing a small flickering flame.
''Upon arrival at the laboratory the guards that he had come to know by name, would hand him a small datachip with the coordinations for a meeting location. The Acolyte had to travel through the vast jungles of the Sith Empire's Capital planet of Dromund Kaas. Encountering wildlife in is small journey he'd sneak past or fight them directly. Eventually he reached his destination, his robes drenched and covered in mud and the blood of both animal and his own. Meeting with both Sith Cautus Horuset as well as Apprentice Zunda.
A short conversation past before the Acolyte was ordered to kneel down and while the Sith drew his lightsaber and ignited it.''
A quiet chuckle was audible through the short pause.
''I can still feel the anticipation as the cold drops of water hissed upon contact with Cautus' lightsaber. Regardless, at that point the Acolyte swore an oath of loyalty befitting to an Apprentice, Typhojem himself being witness to the entire process, and of course doing so in the tongue of noble sith, High Sith. That was the moment I, Khatatas Woashi Ronith, the Apprentice was born. My kirs, was quick to mention he loathes secrets and that if i had any, I needed to share them. Of course, I had secrets, and I shared those I care little for. As such, the most important of secrets remain hidden for the time being.
The pureblooded male would then move to sit straight in his chair, and with a simple movement of his wrist, the black silk of the familiar robes of lesser Sith, the Acolyte robes. The Apprentice's eyes still locked on the small flame.
Sith Cautus and I conversed briefly about my first mission to Maridun, I am to leave within the next few days. We also conversed about a potential oppertunity to either destroy or convert yet another cell of remnants of the traiterous Arious Empire. I am sure to impress someone if I am able to do just that. Even so, the first order I was given, was to relieve myself of my Acolyte robes, to burn them as a sign of my first true victory and to find myself a new attire befitting of my new position. The latter, is done. The former, will be done very soon.
Silence would once more fill the air, the robes would be kept partially to the man's right. The lighter remained in his left hand. Khatatas would appear to be in a trance as he gazed at it.
It is so breathtaking isn't it? Hypnotic even. Everytime I watch the flames flickering so coyly, yet powerfull. It's radiance wakes up the flames within me, it can be as small and weak as the flame of this lighter, or as majestic and powerfull as an inferno. I will mirror the flame and relfect it outwards. I can watch it for hours and hours in silence, bonding with it. And when the flame sways, my eyes follow, it's movements, burn with a passion I need, to prove myself. The air and silence around me, only adds to the ambiance.
Khatatas would then raise his left hand, tracing it towards the bottom part of the black and grey robes of his former self. Seconds later the robes would be lighted, closing his eyes as he let the sound of fire and smell of burning silk fill his nostrills. The cloth slowly searing, scorching and turning to ash as the flames engulf it's form. The pureblooded Apprentice opened his eyes once more.
Here, I sit alone with the sacred flame, that will cleanse me of my past failures and that will light my path through the darkness that I enguld myself in. Leaving nothing behind but the dirty, grey and irrelivant ash. This is where I start to prove myself to Sith Society as a whole.
Khatatas Ronith's gaze would turn directly at the recorder before it's light would dissipate and his form would fade, the holo-recording was finished.
(*Post by Luca/Khatatas.*)
The orange-red skinned male came to life as the recorder turned on. The man of purity sat upon a simple, high back chair, wearing simple, long grey robes. He'd be leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees while his gloved hands held eachother, fingers intertwined with one another while his head was slightly lowered. The purebloods golden yellow that form his eyes would be piercing the recorders beam of light. The man's mouth opened, yet no sound came out, it's jaw seemed to be locked in place for a moment, but then, it moved, and with a click of his tongue he'd speak with a tone of secrecy.
''Today. Today is the day that Khatatas Ronith, the Acolyte has died, thrown into the void, never to return again. The Acolyte had been summoned to the laboratory at the Horuset Spire, as per usual he left as soon as he was allowed to, and as eager as ever, he knew that this was the day. The day he would ascend and become an equal in title to his dota.''
The pureblood would remain nigh unmoving, his hands however would open ever so slightly, his fingers remained locked as it happened. Then seemingly out of nowhere a small metalic rectangle shaped object would descend through the air, moving towards the floor, but then, it stopped before moving out of view. The object remained floating in front of the man for a good ten seconds. Silence filled the oxygen rich air as his eyes remained focused on the shape, then he'd take hold of the object. His right hand remaining on it's knee, while his left took hold of it. With a flick of his thumb he'd open the metalic casing, and ignite it. Revealing a small flickering flame.
''Upon arrival at the laboratory the guards that he had come to know by name, would hand him a small datachip with the coordinations for a meeting location. The Acolyte had to travel through the vast jungles of the Sith Empire's Capital planet of Dromund Kaas. Encountering wildlife in is small journey he'd sneak past or fight them directly. Eventually he reached his destination, his robes drenched and covered in mud and the blood of both animal and his own. Meeting with both Sith Cautus Horuset as well as Apprentice Zunda.
A short conversation past before the Acolyte was ordered to kneel down and while the Sith drew his lightsaber and ignited it.''
A quiet chuckle was audible through the short pause.
''I can still feel the anticipation as the cold drops of water hissed upon contact with Cautus' lightsaber. Regardless, at that point the Acolyte swore an oath of loyalty befitting to an Apprentice, Typhojem himself being witness to the entire process, and of course doing so in the tongue of noble sith, High Sith. That was the moment I, Khatatas Woashi Ronith, the Apprentice was born. My kirs, was quick to mention he loathes secrets and that if i had any, I needed to share them. Of course, I had secrets, and I shared those I care little for. As such, the most important of secrets remain hidden for the time being.
The pureblooded male would then move to sit straight in his chair, and with a simple movement of his wrist, the black silk of the familiar robes of lesser Sith, the Acolyte robes. The Apprentice's eyes still locked on the small flame.
Sith Cautus and I conversed briefly about my first mission to Maridun, I am to leave within the next few days. We also conversed about a potential oppertunity to either destroy or convert yet another cell of remnants of the traiterous Arious Empire. I am sure to impress someone if I am able to do just that. Even so, the first order I was given, was to relieve myself of my Acolyte robes, to burn them as a sign of my first true victory and to find myself a new attire befitting of my new position. The latter, is done. The former, will be done very soon.
Silence would once more fill the air, the robes would be kept partially to the man's right. The lighter remained in his left hand. Khatatas would appear to be in a trance as he gazed at it.
It is so breathtaking isn't it? Hypnotic even. Everytime I watch the flames flickering so coyly, yet powerfull. It's radiance wakes up the flames within me, it can be as small and weak as the flame of this lighter, or as majestic and powerfull as an inferno. I will mirror the flame and relfect it outwards. I can watch it for hours and hours in silence, bonding with it. And when the flame sways, my eyes follow, it's movements, burn with a passion I need, to prove myself. The air and silence around me, only adds to the ambiance.
Khatatas would then raise his left hand, tracing it towards the bottom part of the black and grey robes of his former self. Seconds later the robes would be lighted, closing his eyes as he let the sound of fire and smell of burning silk fill his nostrills. The cloth slowly searing, scorching and turning to ash as the flames engulf it's form. The pureblooded Apprentice opened his eyes once more.
Here, I sit alone with the sacred flame, that will cleanse me of my past failures and that will light my path through the darkness that I enguld myself in. Leaving nothing behind but the dirty, grey and irrelivant ash. This is where I start to prove myself to Sith Society as a whole.
Khatatas Ronith's gaze would turn directly at the recorder before it's light would dissipate and his form would fade, the holo-recording was finished.
(*Post by Luca/Khatatas.*)
