Draven Eterena
The Storm Rider
Asked Draven not even a month ago if he'd be pursuing an archeological find of his own accord... He'd of dismissed the notion as delusional ramblings. Said to Draven that of all the places. He'd find himself back on the world of Weik. Well, then Draven would have considered you to be either a seer with a sense of humor, or more likely you just lost your mind. Now Draven was on world roughly eight kilometers to the north-east from the ruins of what was presumably once an ancient temple of one of the world's Force Sects. At least that was the intel which Draven had dug up from some of the Paladins on world. Which luckily for him due to an earlier on world encounter that would have occurred roughly a decade ago he'd first landed and began to build a decent rapport amongst the members. Even if it'd been a rocky start since he'd crash landed a ship into their ocean and had to help fish it out and repair it.
Draven for all intents and purposes was seventeen years of age going onto the age of eighteen. At least on a physical level and in many ways still a mental level. It was more or less his spirit which had aged during that time. As he'd had an odd share of encounters with odd anomalies which had warped the passing of time amidst the galaxy around the young man. Draven as such began to seek a deeper understanding of how the force worked. As well as how the galaxy worked in of itself. Though he also had to keep up physical conditioning and his combat skills. So, trying to find a balance was important.
This world luckily provided the best of both words. As due to its harsh wintry climate you didn't last long if you weren't both equipped and in shape to handle it. Especially, as low and behold. The winter season was on the verge of approaching. Draven oddly didn't seem dressed the part for it though. He'd on a cream-colored robe and tan pants with bare feet. He'd have his survival kit and lightsaber on him. Though otherwise he was relying on the force to shield him against the elements when it was necessary. When it wasn't necessary, he just enjoyed the feeling of the ground beneath his feet. As well as the nipping of the air.
Draven was drawn to this particular temple he'd been informed about in the prospect that there would be some artifacts amidst the ruins. Artifacts meant lore, and potentially useful knowledge. Draven was intending to take it back to The High Plane with the permission of the Paladins on world. As he wouldn't overstep their authority. In fact, he'd actually find he was a bit eager for this project. As it inspired him to pick up his pace from a hastened walk to more of a brisk jog. Though Draven couldn't of predicted the challenges which investigating the ruins would present to him this day. Though that is the way things tended to go.. you roll the dice and see what the results were.
Aliris Tremiru
Draven for all intents and purposes was seventeen years of age going onto the age of eighteen. At least on a physical level and in many ways still a mental level. It was more or less his spirit which had aged during that time. As he'd had an odd share of encounters with odd anomalies which had warped the passing of time amidst the galaxy around the young man. Draven as such began to seek a deeper understanding of how the force worked. As well as how the galaxy worked in of itself. Though he also had to keep up physical conditioning and his combat skills. So, trying to find a balance was important.
This world luckily provided the best of both words. As due to its harsh wintry climate you didn't last long if you weren't both equipped and in shape to handle it. Especially, as low and behold. The winter season was on the verge of approaching. Draven oddly didn't seem dressed the part for it though. He'd on a cream-colored robe and tan pants with bare feet. He'd have his survival kit and lightsaber on him. Though otherwise he was relying on the force to shield him against the elements when it was necessary. When it wasn't necessary, he just enjoyed the feeling of the ground beneath his feet. As well as the nipping of the air.
Draven was drawn to this particular temple he'd been informed about in the prospect that there would be some artifacts amidst the ruins. Artifacts meant lore, and potentially useful knowledge. Draven was intending to take it back to The High Plane with the permission of the Paladins on world. As he wouldn't overstep their authority. In fact, he'd actually find he was a bit eager for this project. As it inspired him to pick up his pace from a hastened walk to more of a brisk jog. Though Draven couldn't of predicted the challenges which investigating the ruins would present to him this day. Though that is the way things tended to go.. you roll the dice and see what the results were.
Aliris Tremiru