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21-04-2023, 12:33 PM
(This post was last modified: 21-04-2023, 12:34 PM by Trakaton Kalkoran.)
((Originally posted by Hirak Sanguinis, February 2017))
Entry Two: Lessons in Earnest
*A tall, broad and muscularly lithe figure clad in the darkened robes of an acolyte steps into the holoframe. He sighs lightly and scratches his head softly.*
"Entry two of my holodiary.
Today I spent most of my time training in Djem So with Trakaton at the request of Lord Tokiai. So much so that I ended up being late for a training with Apprentice Therdel. No doubt the Human will go whine to one of the Lords, I've grown accustomed to this sort of behaviour.
Regardless, myself and Zirvesh as per usual went full out during training to test each others capabilities. As it was a force training exercise, naturally she excelled but I wouldn't let that stop me. Instead, I poured my emotions into it; the clarity I usually gain in the heat of battle where my hatred, anger and fear become one entity... I made it difficult to say the least. I even got to fight one of the newcomers, but sadly I didn't hear Therdel state that I was only meant to batter him for one minute. I was unsurprised by the fact that the apprentice to Darth Horuset has much to offer.
After Therdel's lesson, myself and Zirvesh once more took to training. It seems she's started to learn techniques of entering another's mind to probe it and establish a connection. It's rather bothersome, and I find my untrained mind is unable to keep up for long. This I shall remedy at some point.
Sadly, the Lorekeeper Jädie interrupted. She's a wise Echani but has a penchant for entering into the sphere of the acolyte world just to dismemeber it and dismantle any semblance of knowledge. She reminds me of my studies of the Sith Triumvirate, Darth Traya that is. She feigns friendship with an ulterior motive. I can't tell whether her expression of love would be easily translated into hate. "
*Hirak sighs lightly and rubs his forehead, pressing his gloved hands alongside his tribal tattoos*
"Perhaps I have thrown myself too deeply into this cave, and I must retreat. "
*The holorecording ends as Hirak steps out of shot, allowing the beams from the holorecorder to shut off instantly and return to it's motionless state.*
Entry Two: Lessons in Earnest
*A tall, broad and muscularly lithe figure clad in the darkened robes of an acolyte steps into the holoframe. He sighs lightly and scratches his head softly.*
"Entry two of my holodiary.
Today I spent most of my time training in Djem So with Trakaton at the request of Lord Tokiai. So much so that I ended up being late for a training with Apprentice Therdel. No doubt the Human will go whine to one of the Lords, I've grown accustomed to this sort of behaviour.
Regardless, myself and Zirvesh as per usual went full out during training to test each others capabilities. As it was a force training exercise, naturally she excelled but I wouldn't let that stop me. Instead, I poured my emotions into it; the clarity I usually gain in the heat of battle where my hatred, anger and fear become one entity... I made it difficult to say the least. I even got to fight one of the newcomers, but sadly I didn't hear Therdel state that I was only meant to batter him for one minute. I was unsurprised by the fact that the apprentice to Darth Horuset has much to offer.
After Therdel's lesson, myself and Zirvesh once more took to training. It seems she's started to learn techniques of entering another's mind to probe it and establish a connection. It's rather bothersome, and I find my untrained mind is unable to keep up for long. This I shall remedy at some point.
Sadly, the Lorekeeper Jädie interrupted. She's a wise Echani but has a penchant for entering into the sphere of the acolyte world just to dismemeber it and dismantle any semblance of knowledge. She reminds me of my studies of the Sith Triumvirate, Darth Traya that is. She feigns friendship with an ulterior motive. I can't tell whether her expression of love would be easily translated into hate. "
*Hirak sighs lightly and rubs his forehead, pressing his gloved hands alongside his tribal tattoos*
"Perhaps I have thrown myself too deeply into this cave, and I must retreat. "
*The holorecording ends as Hirak steps out of shot, allowing the beams from the holorecorder to shut off instantly and return to it's motionless state.*
