The Lion King
Returning to Voss
When he answered the call to come to Toola, Thurion had hoped he would return to Voss with Connor in tow. While they'd proven victorious against the Sith looking to reclaim the lost Lunelle sister, it hardly felt like anyone had come out on top. Telling the pilots to swing by the Silver Temple, Thurion jumped off once close enough to the landing pad. He'd gotten his arm looked at on the way back, and while the medics concluded that it was nothing serious they did offer him something for the pain. Thurion had told them 'no, thanks', assuring them he knew the best medicine was waiting for him back home.
Removing his jacket and resting it on his left arm so as to cover up his wounds, the Grandmaster strode through the temple and headed up to his private quarters. On the way there he greeted everyone he met in usual manner as if nothing had happened. Whether it was true or not, Thurion felt he had to keep up appearances in the eyes of his peers. Once he'd reached his sanctuary he finally discarded the shredded leather jacket and seated himself on his bed. At last he was able to see the full extent of his injuries; most of his left arm was cut and singed from the infernal Sith sorcery he was subjected to on Toola, if only for but a moment. Force knows what would be left of him had fortune not been on his side.
He knew he need not summon Coci to his chambers, for she would already be aware of his return and on her way. In the meantime, Thurion did what he could to alleviate the pain with the aid of the Force.
When he answered the call to come to Toola, Thurion had hoped he would return to Voss with Connor in tow. While they'd proven victorious against the Sith looking to reclaim the lost Lunelle sister, it hardly felt like anyone had come out on top. Telling the pilots to swing by the Silver Temple, Thurion jumped off once close enough to the landing pad. He'd gotten his arm looked at on the way back, and while the medics concluded that it was nothing serious they did offer him something for the pain. Thurion had told them 'no, thanks', assuring them he knew the best medicine was waiting for him back home.
Removing his jacket and resting it on his left arm so as to cover up his wounds, the Grandmaster strode through the temple and headed up to his private quarters. On the way there he greeted everyone he met in usual manner as if nothing had happened. Whether it was true or not, Thurion felt he had to keep up appearances in the eyes of his peers. Once he'd reached his sanctuary he finally discarded the shredded leather jacket and seated himself on his bed. At last he was able to see the full extent of his injuries; most of his left arm was cut and singed from the infernal Sith sorcery he was subjected to on Toola, if only for but a moment. Force knows what would be left of him had fortune not been on his side.
He knew he need not summon Coci to his chambers, for she would already be aware of his return and on her way. In the meantime, Thurion did what he could to alleviate the pain with the aid of the Force.
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