Private I've been having these weird thoughts lately.... (Solo Thread)

[Darlyn Excron]

Visions danced across his mind, taunting him almost, filling his dreams with their cryptic, nonsensical imagery. Nothing stuck, nothing made sense, as these Force induced dreams often were like. All he could remember was the start of the dreams, walking across a void, hearing a soft.. crunching sound underfoot. Yet try as he might, he couldn't remember anything, anyone. He only remembered the void, all consuming, obscuring everything but him. Him, and soon enough, another figure. Average height for a human, obscured by the void but not consumed by it, still distinctly his own figure somehow. Without knowing why, Darlyn retrieved his weapon Samhain from his side, and further confusing him he felt the urge to immediately split the weapon to two, igniting the white and purple blade and.. taking a stance? Why did he take a stance.... the figure would laugh and say.. something. HE recognized the voice but he couldn't place the memory, as he ignited a red blade, aimed at Darlyn. When the figure began to walk forward, Darlyn couldn't help but step back and...

That was all he remembered. The start. The void, the figure, his own fear. Why was the Force giving him this vision, what was there being said? He needed answers, but try as he might no meditation would provide it. He returned more than once to Domhonda, secretly, to that unholy place, the scar as he was coming to call it, to meditate in the latent darkness for answers, but found nothing. He meditated in the brightest of Lightside locals he could manage, without any progress. Nothing, not even a return to that dream he barely remembered. He couldn't force it, it would only come when he couldn't remember it after, in his unconscious state. Focusing on the Force while awake wasn't helping in the slightest. Still he kept going, hoping for a breakthrough. Anything. It would be on one of his trips to Domhonda that he finally made any progress, when he finally gave up for the day, and paid a visit to Auburn Sioda that something came to him. It was only a name, but it made everything much clearer.

Tython. A planet in Alliance space, friendly terms with the Concord. Jedi couldn't interfere with this trip, he could do it alone. Resolved, he set aside time, worked harder than usual to handle the duties he couldn't delegate to leave sufficient room in his busy presidential schedule. When at last it was time, he put on his best, violet suit, clipped Samhain to his belt, and made his way to Tython itself, alone. He passed the port authorities rather simply, and acquiring transport for himself was trivial. With everything now settled planetside, he departed quickly, aiming for the first location he felt pulled in the Force. It took some time, but eventually he found his destination. An old.. temple? City? Something old, for certain. When he took a closer look at his surroundings, he could pick out... gold? A gold temple?

Where was he? The thought floated in his head, as he began to walk through the area, letting the calm surroundings sink in. There was something, comforting about this place. Like, an old childhood home... He felt compelled to wander deeper, quietly, until finding a nice area in the centermost area. Not really understanding why he felt so comforted here, he decided to sit and meditate on the feeling... perhaps that would bring some kind of enlightenment to the sensation.

 

[Darlyn Excron]

Answers didn't come, no matter how long Darlyn sat there, meditating in silence among the ruins. Yet instead of growing frustrated, for once Darlyn felt at peace with that, something about that homely feeling that lingered here made it less important. It felt like, he was letting go of something, hanging over his shoulders and weighing him down. The last time he'd felt like that, truthfully, had been when he had been promoted to Minister of Justice. The feeling of a new, real start. A start of what though, there was no way for Darlyn to place his finger on it quite yet. But, today was not a day he could spend here, and here alone. He was after, something, and so it was time to go.

He stood himself up, and returned to his vehicle, thinking for a time on where to go next. He didn't really have a genuine idea, so without any real options he simply put faith in the Force, letting it continue to guide him as he set off in another direction. Soaring across the planet, he watched the environment turn to forest, everything giving way to the lush land. Far more enjoyable than the mountaintops, he had to admit, though he couldn't really see anything that stuck out against the greenery the same way his first destination had. That was to say, until he saw even more dilapidated ruins, and stopped his vehicle there... setting down among the broken stones.

What had been here? Judging by the area, something massive, like the other ruins, perhaps even larger. In the far distance he could see... three more? Four ruins, towers maybe? Like before, Darlyn could pick up against some sort of lingering sentiments, but they were less.. defined. Perhaps it was just the fact that Tython was so rich in the Force, that someone like him could pick up on these faint echoes that rang out. Curious as to what meditating here, too, would bring... Darlyn sat in the centermost point of the ruins he could find, and began to meditate.

After some time, something came to Darlyn's mind... words that were familiar to him. There is no ignorance, there is knowledge. Jedi words, right? They... sounded like jedi words.... but those words were in the middle of the jedi code, these didn't feel like that. Why was he hearing them, as though they started something? As he listened to those words in his head, he could hear soft crunching underfoot... his vision returned.

He walked across the void, all consuming, obscuring everything but him, and the snow crunching underfoot. Him, and soon enough, another figure. Average height for a human, obscured by the void but not consumed by it, still distinctly his own figure somehow. Without knowing why, Darlyn retrieved his weapon Samhain from his side, and further confusing him he felt the urge to immediately split the weapon to two, igniting the white and purple blade and.. taking a stance? Why did he take a stance.... the figure would laugh and say.. something. HE recognized the voice but he couldn't place the memory, as he ignited a red blade, aimed at Darlyn. When the figure began to walk forward, Darlyn couldn't help but step back and...

Snow...