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Gregor YoorMember Since 11 Mar 2019
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Posted by Gregor Yoor on 04 April 2019 - 04:41 PM
Posted by Gregor Yoor on 01 April 2019 - 02:46 PM
-- "Daughter of the Father, the Seeker of Balance and Fortunes in the Values of the Force, She who reflect the light through the shrouds of darkness and chaos, Thee who's name is lost to the ignorant in the sands of time and remembered by your faithful, Goddess of Light, I ask for your forgiveness in my failure, in the Protection of those who sacrifice so much in defense of your teachings, and with all my being I ask that you allow your most stalwart follower to walk beside you on the path of light and guide us all."
-- Before Cedric Grayson knelt a man in a tunic that bared the Red Cross of the Templar's, before him was a metallic sword that was stabbed into the ground. Both hands were rested on the hilt of the blade and the man tilted his head to the ground. His golden locks of hair draped to cover his face, though he spoke in Galactic Basic. Kneeling on one knee and the right leg bent though still support him from falling over. His words that were nearly a whisper came to a conclusion a little louder.
-- "In the name of the Holy Text, In the name of the Father, and of the Daughter, Ashla be praised."
-- With his prayers finished he stood up, lifted the sword from the stony ground and lifted his head. His back was towards the Jedi Master while he prayed. He faced the Light Moon of Tython and with his task finished he turned to face the man who now arrived.
-- "I am of acceptable in physical body and in spirit Master Grayson, I had hoped my wave through the Force would allow us to speak for a bit," He lifted the blade and placed it in its respective sleeve. "If you would allow me?"
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Posted by Gregor Yoor on 01 April 2019 - 02:16 PM
Posted by Gregor Yoor on 31 March 2019 - 04:09 PM
Posted by Gregor Yoor on 31 March 2019 - 02:35 PM
Posted by Gregor Yoor on 29 March 2019 - 06:28 PM
Location: Ancient Temple
Time: 1400 GST
-- The planet had a calm feeling to those that walked it surface with a connection to its environment such as he did. Plant growth was natural and though there was many stories of the attacks on the planet from the forces of darkness, there was still life thriving. In the center was a man sitting in what must have been a garden from ancient times but turned into a thriving ecosystem. He wore a simple white tunic with a mystical chain-mail sparkling off the spurts of sunshine that broke through the barrier of the roof of tree tops.
-- Gregor closed his eyes and felt the waves of energy that was before him. It was not as through he could see the ocean of energy. Instead he could feel the energy as if he placed a piece of himself within it and felt the flow. Here was like no other, as if you placed yourself in the middle of a never ending lake. The piece of himself was floating.
-- No, that was wrong... He felt as if he was one with the lake.
-- He used his mind to turn that piece of himself redirect the flow through that figurative bond he had. It did not cause the calm and peaceful, but allowed the new flow to join in the rest of what it called natural movement. This new source of the Force he found was wonderful for his new experiments. He could hear the echo of his Goddess. This planet was full of Light Side Energy with the ever presence of the Dark Side as well. The Daughter was very relevant to this planet and evidence of her touch was prevalent. He just continued to sit there and continue to speak to his Goddess through prayer.
-- The Grandmaster of the Templar Order was here in search of the Chosen One, the being that can comunicate with the gods and speak the answer to their prayers. From there he could bring back the Church of Light and rally a new army to fight the darkness of the Sith that still remained many years after he fought the war that was suppose to end it all.
-- Currently he was here to meet with Cedric Grayson, a man he heard stories about from the congregation of Kuat. Though the son of a Jedi Master turned dark, he was powerful and some even considered the soul of the dead Sith Lord to be risen to God Status. Being the son of a God, some said he was able to speak with them, and such he was the only connection to the Chosen One his master spoke of nearly two thousand years ago.
-- To get the mans attention he traveled a planet many saw him visit. He used the redirected flow of the Force to act as a beacon of his location for those closely attuned to the Force. With this all he could do was wait for the man to arrive to him.
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Posted by Gregor Yoor on 27 March 2019 - 06:19 PM
Posted by Gregor Yoor on 24 March 2019 - 07:10 PM
Posted by Gregor Yoor on 23 March 2019 - 03:33 PM
Location: Kuat City, City Entrance to the Waste
-- Walking through the streets were a small troop of plated armor individuals, each had a cross on their shoulder or chest. Their helmets were ancient and resembled the stories of the long forgotten wars of before. Their steps on the ground vibrated confidence and hard fought years of struggle. As for the armor, though it looked ancient to the sleek technology of today, it was well kept and those with in the White Armor the sun reflected off it. The Black Knights polished their armor to give off the same shine, however, a red cloak with their cross baring on their chest stopped one from seeing the rest of the Armor.
-- The one leading them all was the only Black Knight without the cross, but instead had what seemed like many different religious scripture on his armor. He took off his helmet to reveal his smooth features and ocean crashed eyes along with his sun blessed hair that rolled down his back as the helmet was removed. He looked alone the street and shook his head.
--"Kuat, the touch of darkness has even touch you," He bowed his head and whispered a little to himself, once finished he looked back up, "Your light has not faded yet my old friend."
-- One of the Knights walked up and bowed his head with his right hand in a fist across his chest over his heart. "Master Yoor, the Republic has asked us to offer assistance at the Aid Center."
-- The Grandmaster of the Order nodded, hooking his helmet onto his belt and looking over the soldiers in white to the two vehicles they brought with them. "Thank you Brother Timmous, we shall head there now," He turned to face the city center and waved the convoy forward.
Location: Kuat City, Kuati Aid Distribution Center, City Center
Posted by Gregor Yoor on 14 March 2019 - 06:52 PM
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