Amos
The Feral
"I do not need an apprentice to inherit my power. I need an army to carry it."
-Darth Krayt
-Darth Krayt
Sith Academy
Cassilde Vortayn
Amos stared up at the imposing structure before him, eyes flickering up and down the bastion-like face of the Sith Academy. He had never been here before, never had a need to. The Elders had taught him, and their lessons still clung to his flesh. A place of learning such as this seemed to pale in comparison to their instructions.
Yet he could feel the strength of this place. The mark of those within, the mar of the force that lay within the stone, the darkside was rife within the air. The sense of it was almost choking. He wondered what massacre had taken place upon this earth, how this land became so stooped that the atmosphere itself seemed to prickle ones skin. It reminded him of that place back on Kiffu, the mountain top he had once ascended.
Amos stared for a moment longer, then continued up the steps.
An attendant, hooded and robed floated up towards him. Her soft voice calling out. "May I help you?"
Her pallid drone touched his ears, something wrong within it's depth. There was no confrontation in how she spoke, and yet he could hear the challenge within her words. He did not belong here, he was not welcome unless he had purpose. Amos glanced at the hooded figure, frowning ever so slightly as he caught sight of her wispy skin, face obscured within the blackness of her robes.
"Cassilde Vortayn." As the said the words, something within the force seemed to twist slightly. Not a pulse or a press, but the darkside itself bending to his will. An utterance not spoken, but a pure expression of quiet strength.The creature seemed to recoil slightly, as though she had not expected any purpose of him. A moment of hesitation, a heartbeat, and then slowly it turned.
"This way." The creature uttered, slowly beginning to float into the temple itself. "She is upon the training grounds."