acolyte academy

Rayth waited patiently by the door of his cell. Room, Darth Reprimar called it. Yet it was a room with a door that could be locked from the outside. Despite the lessons - freshly healed scars on his back to testament to how they were delivered - Rayth was not trusted to have an open door at...

Rayth snarled like an animal. He rubbed his forearm. The wooden training sword had struck the outside of his arm. The little skin and flesh between the stick and bone would bruise quickly. It didn't sting quite as much as his pride. He was faster than his opponent. He saw each strike coming...