Jor Kvall
Ain't found a way to kill me yet
[member="Seo Linn"]
The query space in the library's computer blinked repeatedly, tauntingly, at Jor Kvall. He had run out of ideas for new search terms, and had run out of patience, what precious little of it he had.
It had been a mistake to come here, Jor thought. The library at the Lorrd University had been impressive enough, its high-arched windows and domed ceilings presiding nobly over wall upon wall, shelf upon shelf of holorecordings and tomes, even a few real books made of paper and binding. In fact, Jor had never seen anything like it in his life. There certainly did not exist anything like it in Mandalorian space, especially not upon the wastelands where he spent the beginning of his life. Even the architecture here was, admittedly, breathtaking. The library was dotted with marble pillars that looked as though they could have been fashioned from the hands of a god, such was their smoothness and precision. There were more books here than Jor had ever seen in his life; more knowledge than he knew what to do with, and yet none of it could help his quest for answers in the slightest.
It made the wild spirit rise up in the pit of Jor's stomach. It almost made him want to burn the entire place to the ground until it was nothing but a pile of ash.
It had been easy enough to get here, being in Sith space, and as such Mandalorians like himself were not uncommon as allies to the Sith Empire. Even the weather here was agreeable; the outside windows painted a bleak picture of a white, snowy horizon, much like his home on Krownest. But this was not his home, and no one here was his friend. His people's ostensible friendship with the Sith was what got him admitted to this planet without question, but it was the search for the more sinister and reclusive spells of the Sith that kept him in this expansive library. He had searched every database for possible information in the Dark Lord of the Sith's role in resurrecting Ra Vizsla, the former Mand'alor, but no information of the event appeared to exist on record. There was no record of what spells were used, and how, and moreover, to what purpose. This made Jor only search with more determination. Information that is concealed is always the most valuable - and often the most damning.
Jor Kvall was probably a peculiar sight in the library at this moment; wearing Mandalorian armor, as his people's culture dictated, while hunched over a library console. It was not a common sight to see a Mandalorian so interested in such rigorous academic pursuits.
The query space in the library's computer blinked repeatedly, tauntingly, at Jor Kvall. He had run out of ideas for new search terms, and had run out of patience, what precious little of it he had.
It had been a mistake to come here, Jor thought. The library at the Lorrd University had been impressive enough, its high-arched windows and domed ceilings presiding nobly over wall upon wall, shelf upon shelf of holorecordings and tomes, even a few real books made of paper and binding. In fact, Jor had never seen anything like it in his life. There certainly did not exist anything like it in Mandalorian space, especially not upon the wastelands where he spent the beginning of his life. Even the architecture here was, admittedly, breathtaking. The library was dotted with marble pillars that looked as though they could have been fashioned from the hands of a god, such was their smoothness and precision. There were more books here than Jor had ever seen in his life; more knowledge than he knew what to do with, and yet none of it could help his quest for answers in the slightest.
It made the wild spirit rise up in the pit of Jor's stomach. It almost made him want to burn the entire place to the ground until it was nothing but a pile of ash.
It had been easy enough to get here, being in Sith space, and as such Mandalorians like himself were not uncommon as allies to the Sith Empire. Even the weather here was agreeable; the outside windows painted a bleak picture of a white, snowy horizon, much like his home on Krownest. But this was not his home, and no one here was his friend. His people's ostensible friendship with the Sith was what got him admitted to this planet without question, but it was the search for the more sinister and reclusive spells of the Sith that kept him in this expansive library. He had searched every database for possible information in the Dark Lord of the Sith's role in resurrecting Ra Vizsla, the former Mand'alor, but no information of the event appeared to exist on record. There was no record of what spells were used, and how, and moreover, to what purpose. This made Jor only search with more determination. Information that is concealed is always the most valuable - and often the most damning.
Jor Kvall was probably a peculiar sight in the library at this moment; wearing Mandalorian armor, as his people's culture dictated, while hunched over a library console. It was not a common sight to see a Mandalorian so interested in such rigorous academic pursuits.