Ask no questions and you'll be told no lies

[Seamus Valik]

A soft translucent mist filled the cool air as he walked along a grassy knoll. Trepidations of having left his budding career to pursue knowledge and wisdom filled him for the moment as he lifted his eyes to gaze at the ruins that lay across the meadow below. What mysteriea did the dark halls and crumbling passages hold? How coyld he know if he only stood and watched the day fade.

The morning sun was on the horizon and peirced the haze like [member="Corvus Raaf"]'s glorious mind pierced his young heart. Hands folded behind his back he sent a small signal to the Jedi informing them of his whereabouts so they would not fret overmuch. What was he doing? In the temple Library he had learned of rumors of rumors. Stories so distant in the past that the very dust may declare them ancient. However, his young eager mind and heart had made a connection and if he was right he may be able to help the Jedi defend against the poison of the Sith's influence. If he was wrong, he would have only wasted the time and perhaps life of a solitary padawan below both notice and desire to be noticed. Training saber on his belt, reading glasses in place and datapad in hand he began to enter the dark ruins.

 

[Darth Odium]

Foolish welp. The dark figure stood in the distance with his electro-binoculars to his black eyes. He looked to his side at the tortured creature. The sewn flesh and bolted bones straight from a child's nightmares.

<<Bring it to me.>> he told the thing as it stared at the ground.

The beast lifted its bloodshot blue eyes and fixed an angry stare at Odium.

"It's only a boy master." The creature said in a voice reminiscent of a washing machine full of rocks.

<<Then it should be simple Daedel.>>

"But what good can it bring? Does it gain you anything? Please I'll hunt something powerful for you."

<<No. Now bring him to me.>>

"As you wish....Master."

 

[Seamus Valik]

Content as anyone could hope to be he walked into the blackness and used the imaging light on his datapad to illuminate the way. His eyes narrowed as he held the data pad aloft to gain more light as he walked. Dust and stale air filled his nose and clung to his simple brown robes as he ducked under a collapsed statue of some hero whose name was likely lost to time. His brown cloak caught on a piece of tangled durasteel and tore a shread away as he jerked it free.

After several minutes he found an old stone staircase blocked by a web a thick as a woven curtain. Carfully he approached and broke through one side before continuing into the depths of the ruins and toward what he hoped would be his next clue.

 

[Seamus Valik]

Seamus' foot falls were the only sound to be heard. His heartbeat felt thunderous in the silence and solitude. The dust and darkness hung like a shroud in the place as if the very halls were in mourning over some great loss. A scape echoed in the distance and he was nearly caused to leap out of his skin.

He did just what he thought [member="Hal Terrano"] would do...he frowned...intensely. He could not help but wish he had taken [member="Avalore Eden"] up on breakfast before leaving the temple he had heard her honey was the best on porridge of all the honeys that had ever honeyed a honey.

 

[Daedel]

His loping form moved across the meadow as he gave chase to the Jedi. His powerful arms drawing him forward like a great ape as the long grass hissed out of his way. His pale skin seen in patches through his tattered clothing. He did not like this but he could not refuse his masters will. He had tried and failed.

 

[Seamus Valik]

Seamus continued on his search with his nearly non-existent force powers and a training saber that he had barely enough training to hold. His datapad shed light on the area at the bottom of the steps and he found himself in a large chamber. He took two simple careful steps in, and what should happen to our never-be-hero? The bloody floor gave way beneath his feet.

He landed hard on a stone floor in a room black as pitch. Stone and padawan lay in a heap on the floor as the datapad skidded across the floor.

"Unghhhhhh." He groaned as he tried to get up and felt what was likely two bruised ribs and a hairline fracture in his left wrist. He crawled to the illuminated outline of his datapad one foot at a time and grabbed the pad. He pushed his back against the wall and shown the bright light around the room.

"Oh my sweet force." He said as he feasted his eyes on wall carvings depicting a series of scenes with captions in a strange language. A small pedestal sat in the middle of the room that held an ornately decorated box. "What in the world did I get myself into?"


Edit: splitting post to tag another Jedi.

 

[Seamus Valik]

He looked down at the box and slowly lifted the lid. It was to bad [member="Shule Windspeaker"] wasn't here. The Jedi Master would no doubt be able to tell him what all this was. His hands moved slowly carressing the gold inlaid cover as he let his fingers slip over the carvings the slight tendancy toward psychometric responses of his people showed it's rare face.

He pulled his bare hands away quickly as the near electric shock of the ability sent anger, fear and pain shooting through him in a single terrible wave. Dust and stale air clung to his parched throat like sand to a wet footas he pulled off his cloak and wrapped his hand to lift the lid and see what was inside.

He looked down at the long wedge shaped blade within, its reflective surface nearly crackling with energy. He didn't know what it was but he knew something dangerous when he saw it. He closed the box and slowly wrapped it in his cloak before moving to the exit, all the while oblivious he carried the Dagger of Mortis.