Rage,Rage Against The Dying Of The Light.
Strong will or enveloping greed. One of these was the host of Ithnan actions and ideas as his steps through the temple entrance were so graceful and proper it was almost as if he was gliding against the sacred stone beneath his feet. Each step carrying him ever closer to a bad idea with a large payout.
That was how he saw it, or needed to that is.
Thinking of actions in terms of what could be returned from the investment allowed him to push aside unnecessary fear and focus more on the possibility. It had gotten him this far and with the right treatment, it could potentially propel him even higher up the echelon of his goals and ideas. The next goal in his path was one every person in his position would eventually face, finding a master. He had graduated from the academy but that wasn't enough for a person to truly call themselves Sith or to even project the illusion that they were of a superior stock when it came to the other sentients and living beings of the galaxy.
Ithnan wanted that, more so he craved that. To place those of weaker being beneath him and use them to his ends. In this war-torn galaxy, it was clear that only those with the ability to project their strength over other would be able to live in any semblance of assured peace and prosperity. However, before he could do that he needed to broaden his horizons and develop himself personally before releasing it onto the galaxy.
This certain venture had a particular person in mind for this grooming and refinement. It was none other than She, The Lady Of Secrets. He had only met her once in a class she held on Sith magic and alchemy but he knew from that moment that the ladies before him were of a standard he hoped to reach, powerful, dark, stunning, and graceful. It had taken him more than a few meditation sessions to resolve himself of the idea that he had a chance as her apprentice, even so deep in his mind he felt confliction and doubt. Striking it all away was impossible, and proved even more so that he needed the training to make the impossible reality.
He greeted his betters and nodded toward his peers as the large halls were filled with the echoes of footsteps. The academy was always home to someone and he couldn't forget the blood sweat and tears he had shed here, mostly the blood. Countless hours worrying about his future and his place among the others he had to call classmates. A stressful time.
Before long he was before the office dedicated to the Lady herself and with three simple knocks he waited for a response to enter. It had taken a decent bit of questioning to map out when she would be on Bastion again, and even then he couldn't be sure because as everyone knew information was paint to The Lady secrets, manipulated and contorted to make any image she saw fit.
He hoped that his intel was good and that he wouldn't have to go on another investigation as to her whereabouts.
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That was how he saw it, or needed to that is.
Thinking of actions in terms of what could be returned from the investment allowed him to push aside unnecessary fear and focus more on the possibility. It had gotten him this far and with the right treatment, it could potentially propel him even higher up the echelon of his goals and ideas. The next goal in his path was one every person in his position would eventually face, finding a master. He had graduated from the academy but that wasn't enough for a person to truly call themselves Sith or to even project the illusion that they were of a superior stock when it came to the other sentients and living beings of the galaxy.
Ithnan wanted that, more so he craved that. To place those of weaker being beneath him and use them to his ends. In this war-torn galaxy, it was clear that only those with the ability to project their strength over other would be able to live in any semblance of assured peace and prosperity. However, before he could do that he needed to broaden his horizons and develop himself personally before releasing it onto the galaxy.
This certain venture had a particular person in mind for this grooming and refinement. It was none other than She, The Lady Of Secrets. He had only met her once in a class she held on Sith magic and alchemy but he knew from that moment that the ladies before him were of a standard he hoped to reach, powerful, dark, stunning, and graceful. It had taken him more than a few meditation sessions to resolve himself of the idea that he had a chance as her apprentice, even so deep in his mind he felt confliction and doubt. Striking it all away was impossible, and proved even more so that he needed the training to make the impossible reality.
He greeted his betters and nodded toward his peers as the large halls were filled with the echoes of footsteps. The academy was always home to someone and he couldn't forget the blood sweat and tears he had shed here, mostly the blood. Countless hours worrying about his future and his place among the others he had to call classmates. A stressful time.
Before long he was before the office dedicated to the Lady herself and with three simple knocks he waited for a response to enter. It had taken a decent bit of questioning to map out when she would be on Bastion again, and even then he couldn't be sure because as everyone knew information was paint to The Lady secrets, manipulated and contorted to make any image she saw fit.
He hoped that his intel was good and that he wouldn't have to go on another investigation as to her whereabouts.
[member="Taeli Raaf"]