Mantic Dorn
Old school...
The dome of the mediation chamber held a certain air to it by itself and the statues holding watch in the alcoves further increased a sense of mystery to the ancient chamber. The deeds that had been accomplished here traveled the course of the many paintings and sculptures on the walls.
Because while it had not been a place for heroism or glorified battle the many and legendary jedi who had come here managed to stay both balanced in the force and sane to their mind despite all they had endured on their travels.
This was a sanctum, a place for jedi to collect themselves and restore what was lost.
To Mantic places like this was the closest thing to home. He returned here as often as possible, to meditate or train in between his own journeys. A moment of peace that he had learned to master.
Now he wanted to share this with the younger ones of the order. Without it a jedi would find herself ill equiped when the temptations of the dark side was knocking, and even though the young padawans of the order was forced to face the these very perils far to early Mantic had hopes to give them some sort of tool to keep on going despite it all.
He had chosen the time on purpose. It was evening and the weather was fine. Stars painted the evening sky with diamonds of various strength and Mantic hoped that the setting would help summon a sense of tranquility and peace to the minds of the students.
Around the middle circle of the room there were plain blankets unfolded, giving room for a class to sit around the room on the various steps of the leveled short steps leading down to the very center of the room.
The center of the room was empty beside a few rocks and stones laying scattered about.
He turned to face the entrance. As students were about to arrive he greeted each one in person and assigned them to pick a blanket and try to remain still and quite for the time being.The lesson would start shortly.
Because while it had not been a place for heroism or glorified battle the many and legendary jedi who had come here managed to stay both balanced in the force and sane to their mind despite all they had endured on their travels.
This was a sanctum, a place for jedi to collect themselves and restore what was lost.
To Mantic places like this was the closest thing to home. He returned here as often as possible, to meditate or train in between his own journeys. A moment of peace that he had learned to master.
Now he wanted to share this with the younger ones of the order. Without it a jedi would find herself ill equiped when the temptations of the dark side was knocking, and even though the young padawans of the order was forced to face the these very perils far to early Mantic had hopes to give them some sort of tool to keep on going despite it all.
He had chosen the time on purpose. It was evening and the weather was fine. Stars painted the evening sky with diamonds of various strength and Mantic hoped that the setting would help summon a sense of tranquility and peace to the minds of the students.
The center of the room was empty beside a few rocks and stones laying scattered about.
He turned to face the entrance. As students were about to arrive he greeted each one in person and assigned them to pick a blanket and try to remain still and quite for the time being.The lesson would start shortly.