Cameron Centurion
The First Son
Koga's assurances did not leave the Sith Lord with a confident feeling that her words were genuine. However, it was not a matter he felt needed to be discussed any further. Ashmedai's anger did dissipate all the same, but he remained kneeling on the ground when Koga came to her feet and offered forth her explanation.
For several lengthy moments in time, the Sith Lord was silent as he gazed at the corpse. It seemed that no matter where he went or who he interacted with...people were always laying claim to some grand secret of connecting with the Force or a certain aspect of such. The Force, quite simply, was a compilation of everything; the good, bad, and the ugly. That being said, the absorption of another's essence within the Force was certainly a way to infuse one's body with added, albeit somewhat temporary, power.
The technique was certainly not foreign to the Sith Lord. It was one of the chief ways he survived these days. The concept of pure bloods, however, Ashmedai placed no stock in. The real, original Sith species were capable yes, but they were ultimately conquered and forever subjugated by Dark Jedi that elected to learn and adopt Sith Magic. As such, a pure blood Sith...well they weren't exactly anything fantastic in genetic composition. "I see." It was the only real comment the Sith Lord eventually gave the Twi'lek.
"Well. As for your request, it certainly depends on the trick, and you are hardly old." Whether as viewed by age or experience, Koga was just starting on her journey to discovery and power. In that regard he almost envied her. So much of the unknown laid before her. Learning was the best time...looking back on centuries of learning grew tiresome at times.
Coming to his feet, the Sith Lord did allow the faintest hint of a smile to touch the corners of his lips.
@[member="Koga"]
For several lengthy moments in time, the Sith Lord was silent as he gazed at the corpse. It seemed that no matter where he went or who he interacted with...people were always laying claim to some grand secret of connecting with the Force or a certain aspect of such. The Force, quite simply, was a compilation of everything; the good, bad, and the ugly. That being said, the absorption of another's essence within the Force was certainly a way to infuse one's body with added, albeit somewhat temporary, power.
The technique was certainly not foreign to the Sith Lord. It was one of the chief ways he survived these days. The concept of pure bloods, however, Ashmedai placed no stock in. The real, original Sith species were capable yes, but they were ultimately conquered and forever subjugated by Dark Jedi that elected to learn and adopt Sith Magic. As such, a pure blood Sith...well they weren't exactly anything fantastic in genetic composition. "I see." It was the only real comment the Sith Lord eventually gave the Twi'lek.
"Well. As for your request, it certainly depends on the trick, and you are hardly old." Whether as viewed by age or experience, Koga was just starting on her journey to discovery and power. In that regard he almost envied her. So much of the unknown laid before her. Learning was the best time...looking back on centuries of learning grew tiresome at times.
Coming to his feet, the Sith Lord did allow the faintest hint of a smile to touch the corners of his lips.
@[member="Koga"]