The Arch Wilder
The court-yard was empty save for a series of braziers, containers, and a large pile of stones. Most of it hadn’t been set up by Vulpesen. Such work had been done by a squad of soldiers he had brought with him to drop the items off. Of course, each had been disarmed before entering the temple grounds, and a few grumbled at the idea of being used for grunt work, but there was little to be done when the ex-Valde made a request. In any case, any grumblings would be silenced by the extra credits that would be placed in their accounts. And at the very least, none had been ordered to roll the large boulders that now lay in a pyramid. That had been the Arch Wilder’s contribution to the labor.
“Thank you for the help gentlemen. Take the day off. Y’all have earned some leave.” Vulpesen tossed a pouch of credchips to the sergeant who patted the back of one of his corporals before turning to the exit. A vacation to Coruscant on the expense of house Torrevaso could almost guarantee one thing. They’d be blind drunk by the time they got back to the ship.
In the interest of more intellectual pursuits however, Vulpesen turned to observe their handiwork. A tank of water, a brazier of logs, a pile of boulders, and a device crackling with electricity all stood arrayed in a circle. Each one represented an element recognized by the wilder sects and practiced in some form by those who taught the way of the elements. Still, something was missing and after a moment of staring at the ground, Vulpesen strolled over to the brazier and retrieved a smaller log.
His eyes closed as he concentrated on the end of it, pouring the force into the wood until it burst into flames. More concentration and the fire grew hotter, scorching the once vibrant brown wood into black. Flaming stick in hand, Vulpesen sauntered to a gap in the circle and used the char to draw a side circle on the ground. There was no real way to capture wait, but at least he could mark a place to practice with it. Impromptu drawing done, he tossed the log back into the brazier and with a wave of his hand, extinguished it.
The class room was set. Now all he needed to do was wait for the students to arrive, then the lesson could begin.
“Thank you for the help gentlemen. Take the day off. Y’all have earned some leave.” Vulpesen tossed a pouch of credchips to the sergeant who patted the back of one of his corporals before turning to the exit. A vacation to Coruscant on the expense of house Torrevaso could almost guarantee one thing. They’d be blind drunk by the time they got back to the ship.
In the interest of more intellectual pursuits however, Vulpesen turned to observe their handiwork. A tank of water, a brazier of logs, a pile of boulders, and a device crackling with electricity all stood arrayed in a circle. Each one represented an element recognized by the wilder sects and practiced in some form by those who taught the way of the elements. Still, something was missing and after a moment of staring at the ground, Vulpesen strolled over to the brazier and retrieved a smaller log.
His eyes closed as he concentrated on the end of it, pouring the force into the wood until it burst into flames. More concentration and the fire grew hotter, scorching the once vibrant brown wood into black. Flaming stick in hand, Vulpesen sauntered to a gap in the circle and used the char to draw a side circle on the ground. There was no real way to capture wait, but at least he could mark a place to practice with it. Impromptu drawing done, he tossed the log back into the brazier and with a wave of his hand, extinguished it.
The class room was set. Now all he needed to do was wait for the students to arrive, then the lesson could begin.