[ARC-S]Path of Darkness, Part 1

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[ARC-S]Path of Darkness, Part 1

Post#1 » Sun Oct 06, 2013 7:58 am

Sortis sat in deep meditation, his legs crossed beneath his body. His back upright, his eyes shut. He breathed slowly, like a bellows he fueled the fire inside of him. The rage, the lust, the fear, it all gave him focus, it made him strong. The heat steadily rose in the room as he breathed. He did not hide from his emotions anymore, he did not run from them, he had embraced them, welcomed them as an old friend, and wielded them with ferocity.

Two lightsabers sat before him. One, an average length with a blue hilt, its ruby blade unignited. The other, a long hilt, with a heavy metal ring at the end. Designed with the intent of being wielded in a multitude of different ways. He still had yet to master the weapon. That would come, one day. For now he had a different focus. The thought of strong enemies in the galaxy filled him with a fear and thrill that he could hardly contain. One that drove him to self improvement.

So here he sat, two meters away from him were two large steel drums, each a meter tall. They were heavy and unwieldy and had taken some effort to wheel them up to the ruins that he had discovered several days before. The small adobe-like home was built into the side of a cliff and gave ample protection from the creatures of the jungle world. Yet whomever had lived here had seen fit to venture too far into the jungle, as they had never returned.

Now it was his, his quiet lair, his sanctuary. He reflected on his enemies, on his so-called allies, on his training under Phyr, on the inspiring but necessarily brutal training under Zaar. Each breath stoking the fire inside, he reached out, commanding the force, grasping at the nearest drum. It shuddered and began to rise. It was enormously heavy. Sweat immediately began to drip on his brow. He gritted his teeth, gasped, and let the drum drop.
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Post#2 » Tue Oct 08, 2013 8:50 am


Sortis fumed silently as he stared at the steel drum. His slow breaths stoking his inner rage. He was tempted to move his hands from his lap and to use them to direct his use of the force. He resisted the urge, instead gripping the cloth of his pants tightly. He exhaled, his breath coming out as hot as steam. He closed his eyes, fixating on the drum. He would lift it.

He reached out again with the force, wrapping his will around the object. He began to breath slowly, not wanting to overextend himself like he had before. He envisioned the flame of his emotions burning brighter and brighter with each breath. He heaved, and wrenched the drum up into the air. He heard it scrape against the stone floor rising higher and higher.

He held the stone drum aloft for a few minutes, sweat beading on his brow as he hit the sixth minute. He let it come back down and he exhaled. His palms had already saturated his pants where they were gripping. He looked at his clothing in disgust before taking another breath, using even that emotion to fuel himself. Every emotion, no matter how small, he had to use it all.

He reached out again, closing his eyes, it was getting easier to simply draw on his emotions and act. He stoked the fires of his hate, his hate for his mother most of all. Who he knew to still be alive. Phyr had burned that irrevocable truth into his mind. One day he'd finish the job. Sortis swore it. He gritted his teeth, feeling his fury begin to boil over, the drum rose up into the air, quicker this time. Experimentally he reached out for the second drum...
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Post#3 » Tue Oct 08, 2013 1:51 pm


The second drum shuddered once and fell still, the amount of concentration necessary to lift both of the objects was considerable. Sortis grunted with the effort, trying again to lift the object while he still had the first steel drum raised high in the air. After a few moments of straining he let the first drum fall, it clattered hard against the ground.

On his feet in an instant, the young Sith flew into a rage. He lashed out with the force, the two steel drums rising off the ground and flying into the wall. They crashed and clattered with a loud bang. Keitus stood, clenching and unclenching his fists, his eyes turning yellow as he breathed deeply. He glared at the two objects of his ire.

His heaving chest finally relaxed, his arms slumping at his sides. The rage still burned inside him but he had no more reason to lash out at the barrels. He strode over to the first, kneeling down and grabbing onto it. He began to roll the barrel, water sloshing quietly inside of it, until it was back into position. He turned and glowered at the second barrel, approaching it and doing the same.

Finally reset, he sat back down at the center of the room, closed his eyes and let his hands slip into his lap. He reached out with the force, lifting the first barrel of the ground, he held it aloft for a full minute before reaching out for the second one. He didn't want to burn through his energy like he had the first time. He needed to act quicker.
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Post#4 » Wed Oct 09, 2013 5:47 am


Sortis' focus held true, he wrapped his will around the second drum, heafting it aloft. He could faintly hear the water sloshing inside, reminding him of its tremendous weight. His focus faltered momentarily. He gritted his teeth, stoking his inner fire with more heat. The power of the dark side burned brightly within him as the two drums came to level with each-other. He did not dare open his eyes lest he lose his focus again.

The weight put an impressive strain on him. Sweat beaded and traced itself down his brow and his neck. Instead of giving into the strain, he drew on the pain, the tension, using it to fuel him. He began to steadily rotate the two drums, spinning them slowly in the air. He maintained his focus, not permitting the two of them to fall.

He imagined the horrific punishment that would befall him if Zaar was monitoring his private training. The fear gave him a sense of urgency. He needed to adapt to any situation, such was the sith way. Adaptation, Evolution, Control, Manipulation, Power. Those were the weapons of a sith, a true sith. He drew on the dark side, using whatever fuel he could muster to maintain the objects lift.

After a few minutes, he began to grow adjusted to the strain, the pressure of holding the two drums aloft slowly leaving his mind. He knew that if he'd release his focus he'd have to start over again. It was like working a muscle. He lowered the drums and raised them, this time forcing himself to adjust their height. The strain fell upon him immediately.

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Post#5 » Wed Oct 09, 2013 6:01 am


Sortis' eyes squeezed tightly. The entirety of his focus on maintaining the movement of the two objects. He breathed slowly, maintaining the bellows like effect on his powers. The two objects moved in sync, left, right, up, down. His hands remaining in his lap. Curiosity began to roll over him. He wondered how effective his movement would be if he used his hands to direct the drums.

Rising to his feet, he kept his eyes shut, his hands at his sides. He allowed the dark side to flow into him, and out of him. He still had to consciously let the dark side in, his powers no where near great enough to simply command it like Phyr or Zaar. He was close though, he could taste it. It was becoming easier to draw on the force every day. His body was adjusting, growing tougher, stronger. His exercise routines improving him.

He raised his right hand and the two drums fell still. They hovered silently in mid air. He brought his hand up to a forty five degree angle and the barrels rose higher. He exhaled, losing himself in what he was doing. He tensed his muscles, and brought his hand swinging down. The two barrels smashed against the stone floor, not leaving a mark on the stone but crushing the two barrels like cans, water bursting out of them.

He opened his eyes, staring down at the damage he had caused. Satisfied with his exercises for the day he turned to the back of the home. It had a small sanisteam that was attached to a natural water supply. Fortunately after some work he had managed to get the generators working. He strode into the back, opening the door. Today had been a productive day...

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