Crossroads...

[Mantic Dorn]

VOSS​

He had arrived on Voss using the public transports as usual. Feeling the tranquility of the planet flush over him he was regardless feeling very heavy at heart. Recent events had cast him into a direction he had never thought possible yet here he was.

As he left the port Mantic knew where he had to go. While not owning many possessions he carried on his body the items that he had come to consider his. The lightsaber, a jedi armor and some spare credits to get by on. Perhaps that was wrong as well. Perhaps these items were not his at all any longer.

[member="Corvus Raaf"] had gone missing and the Jedi Order had abandoned her vision of supporting the Galactic Republic. the new leaders had chosen a new direction toward another super power. One that Mantic was not supporting as openly as the Republic,.
Above all they had a very permitting view on the force and how it could be used. This was not something that he could protect and still belive he was doing the right thing.

He had made sure his padawans had recieved word that he had left the order. He did not give them the precise reasoning behind it but those of them that knew him could most likely take a qualified guess. Their training and fate rested with the order now. Mantic was on his own for this.

In the moment of despair, when the news had reached him, he had found himself struggling to remain calm and objective. He needed time to sort himself again and that was why he was here. Heavy steps took him far out in the wilderness. Almost reckless he made his way forward, barely thinking on where he was going. the force controlled his path now.

On this planet, where [member="Maya Whitelight"] once had truly opened his potential to the force. It had been here that he had started his journey from a a jedi student, struggling to reach beoynd what was required off a jedi. It was here that he had felt the force truly speak to him for the first time. It was here, under neath the Tree of life that he had given himself to the force and let it fully guide him.

So much had happened since then and with recent events it all came crashing down upon him. He had failed his teachings for the first time in a great length of time and had lashed out in anger as he had heard the news about the Order moving away from the Republic. He had been on his own but he had felt it, the abyss of darkness lurking in his own soul, begging him to give in and stop controlling the inner beast. It had taken some time for him to regain control. It had frightened him. He became afraid of himself and knew that he had to do something. He had to get away from it all. the sorrow and fear hopefully guided by a shred of light had finally pushed him here.

The realization of it all was too much to bear. His armor, the one he had been trained to wear since he could walk suddenly weighed down upon his shoulders like boulders thrown by giants. His knees hit the ground with sound thuds and his head bowed down underneath it all.

Tears pooled up in his eyes as he let it all come out. He missed the comfort of [member="Corvus Raaf"] and the Jedi Order he had just abandoned. He missed [member="Minna"] and the security she had offered. He felt regret and sorrow for abandoning his padawans. They would have to make their own decisions now. Mantic feared that if he was wrong he would draw them with him. So he had decided to go on this quest on his own. Why was all of this happening?

Was he blinded by the dark? Had he moved in the wrong direction? Was he caught in a web of lies? Had the sith lords he was hunting finally found a way to truly disarm him? The mere thought of [member="Lord Mythos"] and [member="Darth Ferus"] made him shudder. He knew their schemes would impact him, the force constantly forced them to cross path. But this... could it be their work somehow as well? Shaking his head, he needed to stay focused to avoid turning completely paranoid. He had to return to clarity and logic. Without it he would be as lost as those he opposed...

Why was all of this happening? Clawing at his features he forced himself to look up again. The Tree stood there, just like he remembered it. Soothingly moving in the wind.

He raised himself from the ground again and moved closer.

Yes, he would need to meditate on this. He would have to return to the force and let it guide him, on what he should do from here on. He could not return until he knew his mind was light and his intent pure.

And so, removing the few items he carried on him he hid them away, wearing only a simple gray robe and his needle and thread along with him. He would live on the mercy of others, feed from whatever was given him and spend his days in meditation until he was ready to return...

Spoiler

This is my IC explanation for being on LOA until around the beginning of march...
Anyone tagged in the thread can of course reply if you like somehow - but dont count on me being able to respond until I am back.
[member="Illyana Nightshade"] [member="Varius"] [member="Aston Jacobs"]
[member="Rafeesh"] [member="Orphen"] @freya whitelight [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Gir Quee"] [member="Jack Sparrow"] [member="Faith Balor-Organa"] at anyone else I might be in RP planning with...