Profoundly random
Echo Within
"Hope is the dream of a walking man."
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Equipment — Coded datapad, a holo-book, his Lightsaber.
Clothing — Casual civilian clothing beneath light colored Jedi robes.
Theme — The Mannequin Song
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Tython was quiet, but never still. The wind moved through the hills like it had somewhere to be, catching the edges of Emery’s cloak as he stepped down from one of the old temple paths. Stones lined the trail, half-covered in dust and moss, worn smooth by time and the feet of countless others who had walked this way before.
He hadn’t come with a real objective in mind, only orders and a meeting point. With who? Emery didn't really know. Nevertheless, he closed his eyes, trying to feel the Force to be taken to another realm inside himself. It was becoming a habit, letting the Force tug at him like a thread on a sleeve and following it wherever it led. Today, it had led him nowhere. Emery opened his eyes again and took on the scenery, looking at the ground, the sparse trees, and, a wide clearing edged in the walls of something older than the Order he’d grown up with.
The silence here wasn’t empty. It had a rhythm to it, Emery liked it that way.
He adjusted his grip on the satchel at his side, feeling the faint outline of his lightsaber beneath the fabric of his jacket. Civilian clothes beneath his robe, practical and unremarkable, save for that one detail.
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Jax Thio
He hadn’t come with a real objective in mind, only orders and a meeting point. With who? Emery didn't really know. Nevertheless, he closed his eyes, trying to feel the Force to be taken to another realm inside himself. It was becoming a habit, letting the Force tug at him like a thread on a sleeve and following it wherever it led. Today, it had led him nowhere. Emery opened his eyes again and took on the scenery, looking at the ground, the sparse trees, and, a wide clearing edged in the walls of something older than the Order he’d grown up with.
The silence here wasn’t empty. It had a rhythm to it, Emery liked it that way.
He adjusted his grip on the satchel at his side, feeling the faint outline of his lightsaber beneath the fabric of his jacket. Civilian clothes beneath his robe, practical and unremarkable, save for that one detail.
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