Pre Tournament Training

[Darth Morgoth]

Location: Sith Acedemy training hall

Melkor was sitting in the training hall waiting for his new Mast [member="Darth Vidar"] , to join him. He was meditating, practicing a technique known as the Dark Current. He was developing it himself from the teachings of the Fallanassi, who saw the force a White current that they would submerge into, munipulating the it from there. It was a teaching that taught that rather then the force being a none moving thing that it was constantly flowing and that by immersion of the conciece mind into it, that one could control it much more subltly.

Melkor was taking these teachings and had tainted them, learning to use the techniques to poison the stream as it were. Sending out rippled of rage and anger without letting them consume him. It was neccary to learn this as he was studying the Juyo form of lightsaber styles. A style that focused that rage into and intense flurry of attacks and could only be used if the rage was both empowering but completely controlled.

Melkor smiled as he used his rippled to bend reality as it would seem. But really he was bending the molecules in the floor so that it would dip as he levitated above it. It was very hard to maintain this level of control over the force and he was not experienced enough to use it in battle but soon he would be.

Sighing he release it and the floor returned to normal his body floating down. and landing on the floor of the training hall. It was totally empty and he w liked it that way. He was waiting for his master still

 

[Keaton Yeates]

Ta'ek was ready to train. He had tasted the power of the Dark Side, wetted his lips. Now he needed to drink it in. He waited patiently in meditation for his new allies to send for him.

[member="Darth_Morgoth"]

[member="Darth Vidar"]

 

[Darth Morgoth]

Melkor raise his arms and tapped his com link. Pulling up his brother in arms he said "Ta'ek you're late report to the training grounds"

 

[Lord Gaius]

@[member="Darth_Morgoth"] | @[member="Ta'ek Viss"]

Darth Vidar entered the hall. A long woollen cloak draped his shoulder and dragged behind his heels. He wore black trousers tucked into knee-length boots that clapped against the stone floor. His chest was bare but that of a large golden medallion hung from his neck, and a crossing strap of leather that held four of his five weapons. His body was rippled with muscles, a testament to his raw, natural strength. It was said his chest was as large as a barrel, his shoulders cannonballs and his arms as thick as tree logs. Such was his power. Darth Vidar motioned to Morgoth, "I want your friend here soon. The two of you will fight me, as training."

 

[Darth Morgoth]

Melkor smiled and stood up and brushed himself off. Drawing his saber, he took the two blades apart. Activating them he smiled grimly and said " He is on his way master, but I think I shall provide some entertainment for you"

Tensing up his muscles tightend like the coils of a spring, upon release he was propelled into the air horizonally. Then he focused on the force in spining his body so that he looked like a solid item with spining saber blades flying towards his master.

The Rotation would slow as he barred down on him. His two blades were coming straight down towards his master's head.