It's The Same Old Thing Since 1916 (Carach)

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Darth Carach"]

His view of Carach's mind faded, and the grassy field along with it, as he flitted back to his slouched body with the ease of long expertise. He took a shaky breath, then let it out.

"Storm's coming in, Carach. Better get in where it's warm." Another breath, this one a little more solid. He looked down at the unlit sabre in his hand. One stroke and Carach would die.

"Find yourself a new name," he said over his shoulder as he walked away.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

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[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Shule Windspeaker"]

As Shule retreated Carach would stay, somewhere in the distance he could vaguely hear words reaching him. A new name, storms coming. Didn't Shule learn from this excursion? Audacity. Even if it would be his death, but perhaps that was what the old Master counted on. Carach sat down in the middle of the grassy vale, in front of him two metaphorical doors. Paradoxal in their existence and nature, one was deformed, old and clung deep into the ground for its supposed weight. The other suggested purity, white frame with signets carved into its wood and yet it too held the same odd feeling over it.

You cannot change the beast, perhaps restrain it, blunt it and surpress, but in the end it would always return. Shule would know this better than anyone, but perhaps that too was something he was simply counting on. For a while he would just sit there, unblinking, unmoving, silent and contemplative. Then finally a sigh would come and with it the mounting belief that something fundamental had changed.

Part of him screamed, but the majority this time stood up and moved. A while he would stand in front of the white door, studying it more, before finally opening it. Beyond it laid no endless night or eternal light, it was simple gray as far as the eye could see. This vastness scared him, and as it dawned on him what he was about to do; it made made him weary.

Carach stood there, waiting for something that would not come, a Master uncaring. Finally then he set his jaw and mumbled.

'Feck Ovmar.'

Before entering Je'gan's last trick. Paradigm shifted. A blinding light.

Carach disappeared.