Home Sweet Home (Mass Training - All Sith Welcome)

[Atrace]

Atrace stood motionless, he would analyse every word the Lord spome taking it to heart, Atrace may be a knight but he took every opportunity to learn that he could. He began to form a sentence in his head he would be greatly embarrassed if he stuttered or lost his words in front of a dark lord of the sith. "My lord, I was taught that the sith draw power from their emotions such as fear, however I've always had the personal philosophy that fear is a burden one must overcome to become strong. Yet I believe other emotions such as hatred love and courage can indeed strengthen ones connection to the force, I would love to hear your opinion on this sir."

Atrace turned towards the others excluding Urak, "I will gladly teach you all how to harness your emotions and turn them into a weapon on immeasurable power if you so choose however I suggest you take these teachings from [member="Tirdarius"] to heart, what I want to teach you requires you to draw power from your most powerful emotions, you must be wary or you will indeed become the monster [member="Tirdarius"] speaks of."

He would look up to the knight on the pillar "[member="Knight Mullarus"] I am at your bidding for the time being Knight, what do you ask of us?"

 

[Komo]

Greta simply nodded in response to [member="Knight Mullarus"]'s response. He was right about what he said. They would indeed see soon enough. With all the various Sith gathered around the area, she gave a sweeping glance, taking in a detailed gaze of everyone present, something she hadn't quite done yet. As far as she knew, there was one Sith Lord present, and it was definitely recognisable who that was. It was none other than the older looking man, who had revealed himself from his concealment. Most of the Sith were dressed in black, and had some form of mask on. Apart from Fortuna, Mullarus's apprentice, Greta was certain that she was the only other female present.

She was without armour, having left her suit of armour back on her ship. She was instead dressed equally in black, but was unmasked. She saw no reason to mask her face, her blood red eyes gazing out at her fellow Sith with unnecessary obstruction. The robes that she wore went all the way down to her lower knees, its hood raised over her head. There was only so much you can tell from a masked face, and Greta only hoped that these acolytes were excited. She know she was. Training! What fun they would have!

As the Sith Lord [member="Tirdarius"] spoke, she listened intently. Never one to forsake the chance of acquiring more knowledge, Greta was always there when there was knowledge to be gained. She took in his words, deciphering their meaning and understanding their intent. Those were words of meaning, and that of a wise one, and she would do well to take those to heart.

A fellow knight, [member="Darth Urak"] introduced him as a member of the Sith Assassins. While she was familiar with the assassins, having worked with [member="Darth Ophidia"] in several instances before, Greta was no assassin. She lacked the stealth & subtlety one was required of the assassins, but that was fine with her. Her style was completely different anyway.

Despite her relatively small stature, she relied on brute force and actually packed one helluva wallop. While the assassins delivered their cold kisses of death, she was the one who strode out front, hitting the enemy in the face, either through brute force, or graceful elegance. Greta wasn't sure if there were anyone that fought in the similar style as her here today, but that was what she was here to teach.

When Darth Urak finished, she began with hers.

"Greetings, you have just heard about Darth Urak's specialisation lies the Sith Assassins. If the art of stealth and assassination is what you seek, then that is great. If not, perhaps you'll like to come with me. My name is Greta, and I'll be imparting my skills to you on two main lightsaber forms, Form II, Makashi and Form V, Djem So, in the hopes that you continue to wreck the enemies of the One Sith and do the Dark Lord proud."

 

[Zayden Madera]

Zayden, standing slightly away from a few of the other acolytes, took a moment to listen to the various conversations that were taking place. A few of the others were already acquainted. Ah... I hope having early allies isn't going to be a large factor cause I have no idea who any of these people are.

Suddenly, his attention darted towards one of the individuals atop one of the pillars. That individual was making their way down it seemed. When the individual made it to the ground in front of him and the rest of the group, he noticed that the individual was just another acolyte like the rest of them. The individual, [member="Fortuna"], spoke up and introduced herself. After she was done, Zayden smiled slightly and decided to speak up.

"I'm sure if we were supposed to be beating each other up, it would already be happening... or you know, yet to come. Anyways, I'm Zayden, notorious for... ehm... things on the streets of Byss."

Just remembered that Byss is owned by the One Sith... probably not a good idea to mention to them that I'm an ex-thief that stole from many markets there... and One Sith enforcers.

He glanced back up to the top of the pillar and saw the Sith Lord, [member="Tirdarius"], making conversation with the other trainers. It even seems like he is trying to make a point to them. Is something already amiss?

Soon after that, one of the Sith Knights, [member="Greta Kohler"], began speaking. She told the group of acolytes of what she has to offer, two lightsaber fighting styles. Rather interesting... I don't really know how to use my saber other than swing swing stab. But then again, I have no knowledge of using force techniques, either. Hopefully I'll be able to get a great amount of experience here.

 

[cheshire_kitty]

Konrad arrived at the Valley of the Dark Lords, late. It was in poor taste to arrive late to any event late especially one where one would be taught new skills but it could not be helped, Konrad was a man of the army first and a Sith Acolyte second.

A few Sith Knights and one Sith Lord along with several Acolytes was already at the stipulated location. They appeared to be conversing with each other. Konrad could not hear the contents of their conversations as he was just out of earshot. He continued towards the group of Sith, observing them.

Of all the Acolytes gathered at the location, it appeared that Konrad was the oldest as a man in his mid-thirties. Even a few of the Knights looked to be older than him. Since joining the One Sith, Konrad had been more focused on rising through the ranks of the army and only decided to rekindle his connection with the force once he had a high ranking position within the Army. Although Konrad attained the rank of a Jedi Knight when he abandoned the Jedi Order to join the One Sith, his neglect of his connection of the force had weakened his connection to it. This resulted in him losing Knight ranked power and having to re-climb the ranks, something Konrad preferred. It was better for him to start anew than to transfer his Knight rank over as all the previous connections he once had with the Jedi Order now disgusted him.

Konrad stood a bit away from the group and approached when the young blond woman finished speaking. Had he not been wearing his military uniform, his approach could have been seen as rather cold and stiff.

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

He'd found himself on Korriban, home of the Sith and a place where a Knight was doing a mass training. All in all the perfect summer holiday camp. He chuckled lightly, arms crossed behind him as he slowly slipped into the training itself. He wanted to focus on learning the force grip, a great move that was able to stop or kill an enemy.

He stood in the corner slightly, watching. He would also like to focus on the mental skills, infiltrating someone's mind. He knew how to control a mind, how to snap a mind, but not how to induce fear, cause fear or anger. Each of those was a move he wanted to learn, to focus on. All mental skills were great, each required a deep connection to the Dark Side.

He continued looking around, knowing full well he wouldn't be noticed. Only his master, Lord Mythos noticed him because of how much time he spent in the palace. No-one else noticed him, no-one else really bothered looking at him.

He chuckled, a simple chuckle.

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

The last time Darth Azurea had been sent to Korriban, she had been an Acolyte. Assisting an Academy professor named Darth Phokus, the brunette human was sent to the Eternal Pyre in the Valley of the Dark Lords, in what turned out to be a test of her anti-slavery stance. She had passed the test, even strangling a female slave with her own red scarf before throwing the unfortunate woman into the Pyre. This return to Korriban, now as a Sith Lord, would be a bit less overwhelming. She hoped to fill her spirit with the darkside presence that pervaded the dusty planet - and teach her own Acolytes the skills they would need to become powerful Sith themselves.

Today they were back in the Valley. Darth Azurea walked up to find the training class nearly in session now. She pulled her hood down so that her face was revealed. It was a large class and the more experienced trainers would have their hands full. Using telepathy in which she was well versed, Azurea connected with [member="Knight Mullarus"]'s mind, I'm here as promised, and I assure you that I was not followed. Let me know how I can help and which students I can take.

In addition to telepathy, the Sith Lord could also teach various mentalist skills such as Coercion and Illusions. She was a big proponent of defensive maneuvers - most likely leftover from her former Jedi training. If a student wished she could teach them Darkside healing. All with a painful price of course, especially the powerful healing magic which had once rendered her temporarily blind.

Darth Azurea was carrying a child, but the folds of her black and red robes would hide any signs of it.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Shadows and dust, that was what she had found on Korriban. Granted, the dust killed and the shadows whispered deep, dark secrets into one's ear. As the soles of her boots pressed down on the sand, silenced beneath the desert wind, she thought of her past interactions and training sessions in this ancient valley. She remembered day she had been cast into a tomb by her master, defeated the Terentatek Matriarch and crafted her familiar, to the day she herself was the master and cast her own apprentice into a tomb. The cycle of it made a smile pull on the corners of her mouth.

Cloaked, not only in cloth, but also in the Force - a collection of techniques she had spent much time mastering and ever expanding upon - she stepped up behind [member="Greta Kohler"] as she spoke of the Sith Assassins. The female knight had always been a competent and knowledgeable one. Ophidia's eyes fell on the rest of the group; the spectrum of power was more spread than she usually saw in these instances. She was not too familiar with their ranks, but there were many new faces and different levels of power.

The first person to claim her eyes after Greta was [member="Fortuna"]. She had never seen the blue-haired being before, but somehow her presence had a strange familiarity to it. Finding no clue as to the reason of it, she brushed it back into her mind and continued her survey. Most, she was only familiar with through reputation, such as @Tirdarius. [member="Knight Mullarus"] and [member="Darth Azurea"] she had come to know of through Darth Pyrrhus. [member="Garivald"] she had seen as the apprentice of her former apprentice. A few, she had spotted among the Assassins.

After her swift survey, her disguise faded and the form and presence of Darth Ophidia came into being. She was clad in simple robes of dark grey and black. Around her neck and face she had a scarf to protect herself from the winds, and over her head was a hood. As she came to open presence, she lowered the hood with gloved hands, exposing the smooth, ashen grey head beneath. Against the dark, almost monochromatic aesthetic, her eyes burned orange and red like coals amidst ash. With the top of her head exposed, she then pulled the scarf away from her mouth and chin. A reasonably fresh scar grasped the back of her head with a hundred tiny fingers reminiscent of tree roots or surging electricity. A gift from her last close encounter with natural lightning.

She had come to join as a trainer and to observe the teaching methods of others. Her eyes turned to [member="Knight Mullarus"] once more with a cold and silent stare.

 

[Krux Mullarus]

[SIZE=10.5pt]To avoid getting an annoying crick in his neck, Mullarus took a knee when listening to Lord [member="Tirdarius"]' short lecture on fear. He was right, of course, and it was a slap in the face for Mullarus. No matter how many acolytes he could bring together with the promise of knowledge, there was always something new to learn. When the Lord was finished, Mullarus nodded, humbled as he said, [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]"Thank you, my Lord. I'll remember that next time."[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Suddenly, the first Sith Knight whom had arrived at the Valley, [member="Darth Atrace"], had spoken up to him. [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]"You speak of Force Rage, yes, Knight Atrace? That sounds like a fantastic place to begin. Take Lord Tirdarius' teachings to mind and show the students to control their passion, rather than surrender to it."[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]The golden-haired woman then made an introduction of her own, announcing that she would be teaching Form II and V. 'Djem So, hm? Even I may be interested in that', he thought, having had his eye on learning Shien Form as well as that variation for a while. He gave a nod to [member="Greta Kohler"], as if approving, if that really mattered.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]A few more faces had arrived. A bit late, but Mullarus wouldn't make a scene about it. He recognized one, [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt][member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"], [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]being a high-ranking officer in the Imperial Military. A sith acolyte as well, apparently. What really caught Mullarus' eye was the form of a hooded woman behind him, with immense power drawing from her. He didn't have to hear her voice in his head or see her face to recognize her aura through the Force, but the moment he heard her soothing voice in his mind, he couldn't help but smile and give [member="Darth Azurea"] a response through his own practiced telepathy. [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]I'm glad you could make it, Setzi.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Finally, Mullarus got off his knee and stood up, clearing his throat to gain the attention of the acolytes. [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]"We seem to have attracted a big crowd now, I say it's time to begin. Welcome to the Valley of the Dark Lords, my fellow Sith, the resting place of our ancestors. The Valley is a big place, so i'm sure you can find a good place to take a few acolytes and show them what you have to offer them. In case you missed it, Knight Atrace here will be teaching acolytes Force Rage, how to properly channel your anger into your power. Knight Kohler will be teaching lightsaber forms II and V. I, personally, will be going over there," [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]he said, gesturing closer to the Tomb of Ajunta Pall, [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]"to teach what I know of Force Grip. It's a known fact that it can be used for far more than just crushing your foe's windpipes."[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Mullarus gestured to Lord Tirdarius and Darth Azurea, [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]"As for our two Sith Lords we have here today, pay attention to them and they will show you what they have to offer as well." [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Mullarus had to clear his throat again. The horrid dryness of Korriban was getting to his voice and making it more difficult to speak loudly. [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]"Acolytes, I urge you to pay close attention today. Do not be blinded by arrogance. I can promise you that every Sith Knight and Lord here offering training for you has far more experience than you. Be humbled by their teachings, and you may learn something that could save your life one day."[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]The Knight jumped off of the broken pillar he stood upon and began making his way to the Tomb of Ajunta Pall, [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]"Dismissed, and good luck, Acolytes."[/SIZE]

[member="Jardo Snow"] / [member="Zayden Madera"] / [member="Froste"] / [member="Garivald"] / [member="Taris"] / [member="Crentice"] / [member="Darth Ophidia"]

 

[Froste]

Cole Tymon had bowed his head when [member="Knight Mullarus"] began his speech. He kept his sight on the hideous ground surrounding his feet for the duration of the speech. His ears perked up at the mention of the lightsaber forms II and V. [member="Greta Kohler"] will be teaching me, I suppose. I had best perform well. The Knight named Mullarus jumped from the pillar, and Cole took that to mean the training was about to start. He brought his head back up from the position it was in to keep his eyes on Knight Kohler. The Acolyte brushed his hand across his lightsaber, either a new habit or nervous tick that had recently started.

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Slowly, every step meaning something he strolled across the valley. Force Grip was a great skill, one he could master to his own advantage and his own needs. A great weapon but also a great tool, one used to keep slaves and troops alike in order. A great way to forge the darkside into one super powerful weapon, if mastered correctly.

He felt the force reach out, using it to flick up his hood. The black cloak draped behind him, hood hiding his face. He wanted a mask, that would be a great thing. He'd read up since awaking with no memory, read of a mask that once belonged to Darth Revan, though weather it was still around or not was unknown.

He felt himself stop, arms at his side, cloak hanging around him, ready to learn the tool... the weapon he'd been after for so long, the tool he could use. He already had force lightning, mind control and the power to break a mind, how he knew them he wasn't sure, but he did. Force Jump and Force Barrier came naturally as well, but not force grip.

Not at all.

[member="Knight Mullarus"]

 

[Urak]

Sitting on the boulder, Urak saw others join in, and then listened as some began to speak. Upon mentioning himself, Urak gave a relaxed nod and remained quiet. He was here to learn today, as he had not yet mastered the ways of the Assassin. He would not dare teach until he was the master, as he would leave that to the Sith Lords who had trained their entire life for it. Hopefully he would live to become one, as the work of Assassins are dangerous.

Once everyone had finished speaking, a few of them moved off to another for training, and he supposed it was time he should as well. "Greetings [member="Darth Azurea"], i would like to be trained in the ways of Illusion, and being a Sith Lord, and an Assassin, it would be an honor to learn the arts from you."

Urak got up from his boulder, and made his way to the Sith Assassin, once there he stood beside her to wait for further instruction. What better for the Assassin, than to learn from a fellow one? He had high hopes now, and would be grateful by these lessons, as he would need them in the future. Urak then gazed towards the other Knights, Lords and Acoyltes, and simply nodded.

 

[Taris]

Overwhelmed with the presence of his fellow sith, Taris took a couple steps back from the group to focus on what skills he had been hoping to improve during his time on Korriban. He noticed many new faces since his last group-wide survey, but one face he was especially surprised to see...

"Urak, I'm glad to see a fellow assassin here amongst us, I was sure you were caught up with another assassin contract and would't be able to attend. Perhaps I could pick up on some of your skills during our time on Korriban even though you will not be mentoring."

After conversing with [member="Darth Urak"] for a short while, Taris had heard a name that sparked his interest. "[member="Darth Azurea"]". Taris was familiar with the sith lord's teachings for she is prominent with illusionary and arcane techniques as well as mental force abilities such as telekinesis and mind tricks. Taris, being a newfound sith assassin knew the opportunity to be mentored under a sith lord such as Azurea was one he could not pass up on. He pondered for a moment then waited until she was finished talking with the other members of the group. Taris then gathered up what courage he could and began to make his way to the sith lord.

"My lord." Taris then bowed his head to the master assassin. "I'm under the assumption you will be gifting us with your skills in the way of the darkness." Taris spoke with determination, he could not come off weak when speaking with a sith lord, a master assassin at that. "Darth Urak" spoke of you earlier to me, it's an honor to be in the presence of such an accomplished sith. Taris suddenly grew nervous, he knew the extent of her mind powers and was intimidated into the fact that she could be reading his mind at this very moment. He then thought to himself... "She may already know everything i'm going to say. Perhaps I'm wasting her time with my words and i'm only burdening her with my presence." He then declared this a possibility. "Forgive me my lord, I believe i've wasted enough of your time. It was an honor meeting you." He then bowed and walked away in an almost distressed-like fashion.

 

[Atrace]

Atrace stood viewing the group, "So whom wants to learn Force rage?" He glanced at the group who had seemed to show interest in the other mentors "well it seems I won't have much acolytes to teach currently...we will see i suppose" He walked around surveying his fellow mentor stopping infront of [member="Knight Mullarus"] "might I train with you while we wait for some acolytes to show some interest in either of our teachings?" He was still quite amazed at the power being emitted from the sith all around him, it was indeed very rare for sith of this caliber to train even. He was kind of excited to get started with all of this "training and learning" business

 

[Crentice]

Crentice stood apart from the other Sith there, and observed them. The way they acted, how they moved. Simply analyzing them. He knew none of them, which was, in the long run, bad. If he was caught in a dire situation, he would need the aid of someone. Crentice threw his attention away from that subject and felt the power of the Sith lord. He felt that he should've been intimidated by his mere presence, but he wasn't. However, he knew his ground, and knew what not to do. He wanted to get on the good side of the Sith present, as that would help him more than being someone whom they couldn't trust.

He then felt something was off and looked towards one of the knights. He seen [member="Darth Atrace"] staring at him for a brief second before his head turned away. Crentice felt something different about him than the other Sith. Then scaned the knights yet again, feeling something off about [member="Darth Urak"] and couldn't place the pieces of the puzzle together yet.

Pushing all that aside, Crentice came here for one reason. He wanted to learn this Force Rage ability. Crentice walked over to the one who announced himself as teaching he Force Rage ability, and approached him. Not knowing who this knight was. He said to the knight,

"I wish to learn this, Force Rage technique." Crentice's voice heavily distorted by his mask, almost to a light robotical tone of voice.

 

[Kaela Jaryn]

There was a party on Korriban. And she was late to it. Kaela exclusively blamed the shoddy piloting of the imperial cruiser she had taken to get here. Tardiness was not a quality she had ever enjoyed embracing. In her mind, lax timekeeping was a sin to be shunned above all others.

Yet here she was. Late. As she arrived amongst the group she made no effort to appear apologetic, or to ask forgiveness for her failure to arrive on time. Instead her posture and stride suggested that it was they that should apologise to her for starting early, or that she was simply above the concept of time. Undoubtedly this would rub someone up the wrong way, but she couldn't risk showing weakness to the Galaxies resident apex predators. Especially not here. As if to back up her point, her right hand rested gently against the pommel of her saber, which sat above her right hip. She was here to learn, yet she clearly wasn't above culling the numbers present if any of her fellow students were of a mind to overly question her.

Yet as she arrived she heard something that almost dropped her guard. Form II. Makashi. The very mention of it sent tremors down her spine, and electrified the senses. Of all the Forms, it was the second that had most quickly stolen Kaela's heart. Ineed, the moment her group at the Academy on Coruscant had been allowed to explore other forms, Kaela had begun to train almost exclusively in it, showing both a fierce dedication to the form, and appearing to have an almost natural aptitude in its innermost workings - to the point that she had recently attracted the attention and tuition of Darth Timoris.

But for Kaela, this was not enough. She longed to live, breathe and sleep the form, and so without so much as a word or a show of hesitation she moved through the small crowd to place herself firmly in a position to display that she was poised to follow Knight Kholer to their chosen venue...

 

[Abelain Narv'uk]

The being continued it's slow and methodical walk throughout the surrounding area, taking in the sights and enjoying the comforting warmth of the air. It was very likely that the inferior species disliked the heat, they would likely claim that it was stifling or crippling to their performance. Abelain thought that it was enjoyable beyond what he had previously expected. It was a shame that his hide prevented the heat from actually warming him, but he combated the natural barrier by breathing in the hot air, allowing it to flush into his innards and warm his cold blood at the cost of the torrid dust occasionally forcing a cough, albeit the chitinous smile he employed assisted in keeping a majority of the flecks out of his system.

Even the Arue'tii had heard warnings that dangerous beasts roamed the planet, and while he felt confidence that he would be able to slay whatever would assail him, it was also best not to allow foolish arrogance to cloud his judgement. The wandering, though it had taken quite some time, was not in fact very far away from the group, and much of it had consisted of walking in large circles about the centerpiece that would be the locality of training.

The others would be ready to begin soon. He would need to leave the comfortable warmth of his walk for the grueling labor that training seemed to promise. With a light grumble, Abelain began to make the walk back towards where the others had last been spotted, his feet leaving imprints upon the ground as he moved and kicking up flakes of dust. The red cape fluttered behind him, occasionally scratching against the ground with a gentle rustling noise when he would move closer to the ground.

The iron stench of blood struck his olfactory senses long before his vision could encompass them, and it seemed that many more had arrived since last he had taken notice. That was acceptable, it meant that there would be more teachers. Knowledge would flow abundant through the area and the explorer took pleasure in it. Stepping past a final rocky crag, the blue tinted being took notice with his eyes what his scent had already revealed; the group had indeed grown larger.

Stepping towards the group, his eyes took heed of the masks that a majority of them wore, and a hint of disdain erupted from his mouth to the tune of a snort. Were these beings so cowardly as to feel the need to hide their visages? Did they fear reprisal for their actions, and seek the anonymity provided by scraps of metal and of leather? A stronger being would not need to hide their face, they would be capable of defeating their threats whether through wisdom or power.

Others were given notice as well, rapid glances that quickly dissipated the minor well of curiosity he felt towards them. In short, he did not feel the need to elaborate on their appearances or on their conversations any longer than was absolutely necessary simply because it was unneeded. His mind lingered on the appearance of Fortuna, taking notice of the presence of his co-apprentice. It also took especial notice of the 'Teacher' and Lady Azurea as they were the only remaining individuals that he knew.

Standing behind the massed crowd of Acolytes, Abelain managed to catch the statement of the teacher, pointing out various zones where varied teachings would be revealed. It had not occurred to him as of yet what he wished to learn, and so he decided to allow the other acolytes to make their decisions, and then he would learn whatever seemed to have the fewest participants; better to be rid of the masked ones.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Fortuna would offer a quick nod to the others before [member="Knight Mullarus"] had spoke. No fighting, at least not yet, so it was a good sign. A smile played on her lips as she bowed her head to her fellow acolytes. "It seems my master is ready to begin the teaching portion. I'll be helping him teach Telekinesis, if any of you wish to learn it." After that, she quickly went over to her masters side. Unlike the others, she didn't have a desire to learn anything new. At least, not yet. Lightning perhaps would be good to know, to show her as Sith, but for now her skills in the most basic of Force techniques had proven enough.

Slowly she watched the groups begin to separate, and with a smile she would nod to any who came to learn Grip and the like. Despite her rank, she was here to teach, or at least assist her master in doing so.

 

[cheshire_kitty]

[SIZE=11pt]Konrad headed towards [member="Darth Azurea"] once Knight Mullarus had finished speaking. He had heard that the Sith Lord would be a good Master to learn mentalist skills and more importantly, Darkside Healing from. As a soldier, some might expect that Konrad would focus on the combat skills however, as a high ranking member of the Army; he was more than competent in combat and preferred to focus his attention on non-combat abilities that could assist him in his position in the One Sith’s Army.

Two Acolytes who stood closer to the Sith Lord than him had presented themselves to her before Konrad. Konrad waited until the second Acolyte had finished speaking before he presented himself before the Sith Lord.

“Darth Azurea,” Konrad greeted her with a nod of his head. “I am honoured to be able to train under such a powerful Sith Lord such as yourself and am interested in acquiring a few mentalist abilities in addition to Darkside Healing.” Konrad spoke in his usual monotone, and was to the point in what he wanted from the Sith Lord.[/SIZE]

 

[Garivald]

Ears flicking in excitement, Garivald thought about what he wanted training in. On the one hand he desired to learn from the Knight [member="Greta Kohler"]. Her offer to train in lightsaber form II: Makashi and Form V: Djem So were extremely tempting. When she'd arrived, she had shown a predatory grace. It had been some time since he'd sparred with another and he'd enjoy throwing himself at someone so clearly experienced as her.

On the other hand, he felt that he could learn much from any one of the Sith Lords. The way two of them had cloaked themselves with the force; hiding themselves; had gone beyond just controlling the darkside. They had revealed such a subtle grace in there manipulation that it had left him speechless. Especially the grey skinned woman. The other Lord hadn't seemed to notice her arrival either. Or at least he had hidden it well.

To pass up a chance to learn from such as her was unacceptable. Making his way up the sandy hill, Garivald stopped in front of her and bowed low. "Greetings Lord, If you are willing It would very much be an honor to receive guidance in the force from you." Standing upright once again, he kept his face neutral, so not to reveal his thoughts.

Hopefully he would still have the opportunity later to gain form training from the female Knight.



[member="Darth Ophidia"]

 

[Atrace]

Atrace was stopped mid sentence by the eager acolyte [member="Crentice"] he was somewhat relieved that someone atleast wanted to learn his secrets. he smirked, "So you want to learn Force Rage, huh?" He laughed before turning to face the acolyte looking him dead in the eyes "Well I hope you brought some water because we are going out deep into the desert to train."

Atrace stared into the acolyte trying to determine whether Force Rage was a suitable skill for this particular acolyte, he knew what could go wrong with this technique insanity, paranoia, a never-ending rage, just to name a few. Seeing no worrying signs he quickly began walking into the desert motioning [member="Crentice"] and any other acolyte whom wished to learn Force Rage, to follow.

He would yell back to [member="Knight Mullarus"] "Save some training for me would you!"