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Practice makes perfect. (Krag)

Teron Mindrak

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Teron invisioned his hand curling with electricity, trying to alter reality with the Force. A few sparks shot out of his fingertips, nothing more. He growled, his lack of success started to set in and his frustration build. He leaned against the wall, waiting for @[member="Krag"] as he tried again. This time he had realitive success as he was able to project a small orb of flame, only to have it dissipate a second later. He continued to try, waiting. . .
 
The Black Flame
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Yet another apprentice had fallen into Krag's lap, one that had a particular talent when it came to creating force fire. Fire was Krag's talent and nearly his only skill in the force and he had worked to make his powers in fire sorcery the most powerful of the Sith. Krag had met the man on the streets of a Sith city and he had proven himself just strong enough to earn a place in Krag's roster of apprentices, but he had not yet earned the beast's respect. The man would fight for, serve only and die for Krag if that was what was needed. Krag cared only for his apprentices for their usefulness in propelling his career and keeping his skills in fire sorcery to par, "A master without an apprentice is a master of nothing" so they said.

Entering the room in which Teron waited, the beast gave a menacing glare at the boy before a viscous snort "Still too weak to produce even a small, lasting, flame....pitiful."


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Teron Mindrak

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Teron glared at him as he entered. The flame which he had been having trouble with, flared to life in response to the comments. Before dying down to a small flame, then extinguishing a few seconds later. Teron hoped it wouldn't give him more reasons to insult him, but it was the best success he'd had yet. Chanelling his hatred and anger, he created another flame and threw it at his master, only to have it evaporate in mid air. He waited for his response, wondering what he might do. Rain fire on him? Prlbably something of the sort. It was rather foolish of Teron, after all, he didn't even know if fire could do anything to harm him, not that it was his intention or anything.

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The Black Flame
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Krag watched as the small ball of flame disappeared into the air, leaving behind only small smoke trails. The beast didn't hold back his thunderous laugh, it echoed throughout the room like the voice of a god. "Pathetic!" Krag shouted, whipping his arm towards his apprentice and casting a large fireball in his direction. The blaze was hot and powerful, much stronger than anything the apprentice could must at his level.
 

Teron Mindrak

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Teron attempted to dodge the attack, but it still scathed his left side. Teron created another flame in his hand, but let it vanish, refusing to continue the fire fight. He could not win, not today at least. He stood there, waiting to see if the monster might say something meaningful and not so useless. His arm was burned, but he did his best to absorb the pain. He could deal with it later.

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The Black Flame
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Krag could feel the anger growing with the young man and that brought a twisted pleasure to Krag's heart. Thundering over to the man, Krag looked down at him and sneered "You have hate, true hate and lust inside your soul...use it and do not use blind rage to power the fire." With that Krag held out his palm and a ball of flame began to burn atop it "there is a difference between rage and hatred...hatred is the sign of true power."

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Teron Mindrak

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Teron drew on his hatred and produced a small ball of fire. So that was the trick, of course it would still take practice, but maybe the difficulty would lesson. The flame continued to burn, it was by far his longest yet. Maybe the monster could be helpful after all. He constructed another flaming orb and threw it at the wall.

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The Black Flame
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Krag watched as the ball of flame impacted the wall and exploded into a small loud of burning whips and smoke, leaving a scorch mark that would forever scar the wall. With a deep, cynical smile, Krag looked at his apprentice and growled the following, "good, but still pathetic." Krag snorted, craning his neck down to the level of the man "Tell me, what is it that you fear to lose."


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