An Impromptu Session

[Ilias Nytrau]

Location​

Deep in the Forest​

Long Off the Beaten Path​

Laekia​

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- [member="Jericho"] -​

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There was a certain manner of living that one who was a Jedi through-and-through adhered to. It was modest and minimalist, and if possible, quiet, allowing for ease of focus and connection to the Force. Location was entirely intentional, sometimes what some would consider to be in the middle of nowhere, but that suited the old, ginger-haired master fine. His cabin was fashioned by him alone, built to suit his needs, his stature being of particular note in decision-making about the abode. It was sparsely furnished, with basic amenities. This was his preferred place, but one he didn't spend nearly as much time in as he would have liked, the duties of a Jedi placed above all else.

Outside space was cleared and turned for the growth of edibles and a small collection of other plants important to his continued tea hobby. A hobby that was, if anyone were to pay attention, close enough to a dependency and at the very least it was habit. And it was that garden that he was crouched over and tending to one fine, temperate morning, not expecting any visitors, but nonetheless ready should any happen to arrive in the form of his apprentices, colleagues, or curious visitors from the cities.

After a time, there came a sound - the telltale sounds of footsteps a few minutes' walk away, telling him that today, that silence would be broken. He could deduce many things by the weight of the footfalls, by the approaching and largely unfamiliar presence in the Force, but until that presence arrived, he would continue tending to his plants, softly humming a tune he had heard at a recent Life Day party, where many connections were forged.

What connection would be made today?

 

[Jericho]

Jericho toss a rock and watched it travel then plop into the water. He wiped the sweat from his brow and waited for his moment to strike. Everything was to be as planned, he had set the traps, manning them himself waiting for the right opportunity. A giant boar came out from the bushes sniffing out it's next meal. He waited quietly until it was just close enough watching his prey move, making sure this one would be an easy kill. The boars steps were heavy, it's large and powerful tusks tore through the ground showing it's strength. The mighty beast sniffed to his lure ever slowly, cautiously. As it did, Jericho analyzed the animal measuring its size and spotting any weak points. As he looked he noticed several fresh wound most likely made from another boar, a battle of territory perhaps?

Whatever the case, its thick hide was had several weak spot and the ever hungry Jericho found his mark. He set off his trap but the large beast despite it's wounds was able to repel it. Jericho groaned seeing his trap fail and took out a pair of vibro-daggers and launched his attack. He would fight the beast in a fair fight, although non-sentient as he believed in not only accepting a challenge but living as others would. As in, he wasn't going to use the force or his sabers even if it cost him a meal. He jumped out from where he was hiding he aimed to stab into the boar only for it to counter and bash him back with it's thick tusk sending him backward several feet on his back.

Luckily, under his jedi hood he wore thick heavy armor the was able to cushion most of the blow. He adjusts his mask with his wrist and slowly stood up and with into the teras fighting stance of the rancor, putting his daggers into the hilts. Strength vs. strength. The great beast stuck his hoof into the ground digging up the dirt a tossing it back showing that it was about to attack. It let out a great roar before charging at him aiming to impale him with it's tusks. He took in a deep breathe and waiting for the right time to strike and like the great boar countering by side stepping, grabbing it's tusk with his left hand showing his own strength then punching it square in the eye.

The boar let out a loud squeal pain as it struggled but he continue to punch it until it was blinded on it's right eye. The boar shook it's head harder under Jericho was force to let it go. In that moment he quick took out his dagger and stabbed the beast where it's hide was thin what fresh before the boar could run or react it again squealed as he twisted the blades giving it a quick death. He patted the boar on the head in respect for the beast. "That was hard fought. You honored me." He said.

Jericho sat by the river bank munching on a hard earned leg of a beast, enjoying over the stream and made sure he ate almost every part of it to ensure the beast was honored in the meal. He wiped his mouth and placed on his mask to continued on the broken path for his original journey to master himself and the force. He walked quietly and his steps light, despite his large size and his heavy gear, due the teachings of his first master, Asha Seren. He could feel the sensation of the one other masters of the Sanctum. Though their signature was still unfamiliar but he was certain there was much for him to learn.

As he approached the man he saw that the old master was merely watering his plants. In case the man was unaware, which was mostly the case, Jericho bore the symbol of the Sanctum to ensure that he was not here to fight but to learn. He lowered his head to signify a humble bow in respect as he did with all. "Master." He started off. "I am Jericho. I humbly request if could take me in as a student. I came here seeking knowledge of whatever you wish to reveal to me." Blunt. To the point. That was how he always was. "If that doesn't bother you."

[member="Ilias Nytrau"]

 

[Ilias Nytrau]

The watering can tipped back; the stream running over the roots of the plants ceased. He sat on his haunches for a minute, setting the can aside and wiping his brow with a rag from his pocket. He stood, wiping his hands with that same rag as he turned around to face his latest visitor. Not many came seeking him here, yet the few that did already gave a sign that they were willing to give whatever was to be learned the time it deserved, by virtue of the journey it took to get here. He could have chosen somewhere a great deal more remote, but that would have been going a bit too far.

"Jericho... I have heard that name before. Seen it, perhaps," he said, stuffing the rag back into the pocket it came from, "so you come to learn from me..."

Hands were folded behind his back.

"...why me, then?"

He was not bothered at all, and was always glad to assist another in their journey, usually provided that they did not seek to use what they learned to make this life a worse one to live. The questions were simply a way of knowing a little about another person, as they were in most cases.

[member="Jericho"]

 

[Jericho]

Jericho went onto one knee then both, while doing so, he brushed up the lower half of his robes so it wouldn't be meshed by his legs as he sat. He placed his hands on his thighs and lowered his head towards the master. He closed his eyes for a moment and basked in the force around them and focused in onto the older master. There was a serene calm to him to the point where it was almost a foreign feeling to him. Many Jedi of late; at least that he has been around with did not carry this feeling. As it was; Jericho himself was on the fine line between dark and light constantly waving back and forth though he has come to terms that it would not change. Though the old master that stood before him with his hands placed simply on his back gave him that foreign feeling. It was quite refreshing. "I know not." The warrior answered, his head remaining lowered. "I merely followed the force and my instinct." Jericho slowly raised his head to look to the man. From sight alone, one could tell that [member="Ilias Nytrau"] was not only powerful but wise as well. The way he stood, hands pressed lightly on his back showed he had nothing to hide nor fear. He left himself open and but far from vulnerable. But to one who understood the force could tell he was powerful within it from years of concentration and training. From his mind there had to been so many stories, memories, and knowledge to be heard and skills to attained.