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Secret Arts. Warok the Defiler

Animus Walked was of the library with a new concept script of lightsaber combat of Old Korriban hen he felt a very strange presence. He could not shake it off, it was as old war drums of ancient death...
He had come to the Academy and started this path out of the instinct f the Dark side, he saw no reason to begin doubting it now. He walked alongside the walls feeling for the energy. Closer and closer he walked towards it, past everything, he could sense the force now.
His Path took him to the Gardens. No one was here, desolate. Next to nature. He felt this was the point.
Suddenly he felt a dark stab of energy in his vicinity. Never had he felt anything like it.
A disturbance in the force. Unseen... Ancient.

[member="Warok the Defiler"]
 
Warok sat on the ground, tossing an ancient Endorian artifact from paw to paw as if it were a skipping stone. He'd recovered the bauble on his last visit to Tana, but that was a story for another time. Suffice it to say that the antepestilentian presence which [member="Animus Malgus"] felt was, in fact, the smooth, purpled stone which the ewok held.

The ursine figure looked up as the short human entered. He looked over features marked by amber eyes and hair the hue of a lion's mane.

"Hm?"
 
Animus eyed the Creature, An ewok? He had heard of such creatures from the moon of Endor but this one seemed different. Removing his cloak and revealing his yellow eyes locked on to the creature in a curious way. Then his eyes darted to the stone he was wielding. Animus cocked his head in confusion before saying in a puzzled way. "What's that?" [member="Warok the Defiler"]
 
The warlock abruptly ceased tossing the stone back and forth and dropped the stone into his lap. He looked up at [member="Animus Malgus"], ursine features inscrutable.

"Nothing. Why are you here, Yellow-Eyes?"
 
Animus removing his cloak and placing it next to him and sat cross legged in front of the curious fellow. Animus pointed at the rock and said "It brought me here" He tiled his head in curiosity at the creature. Animus handed him his sith blade, also an Ancient relic, but of Korriban. "Trade?"
[member="Warok the Defiler"]
 
Warok snorted, as though the very idea were ludicrous enough to be a source of amusement. The stone remained where it was, comfortably in his lap. If the human thought he could get a priceless artifact of the ewoks for some ceremonial saber, well, he must think Warok a primitive savage.

"Oh, look at the little ewok. So quaint in his barbarity. He probably can't even speak a full sentence of basic, the poor illiterate teddy bear."

The thoughts caused the warlock to giggle, but the hilarity slipped away as fast as it had come. Funny though it was, he had little patience for high browed superciliousness.

"Hmm, no."

[member="Animus Malgus"]
 
Animus frowned upon the Creature's gesture. But then quickly smirked and sat back comfortably, still curious and fascinated by the creature in front of him. Clearly he was not a regular Ewok, that Animus noted immediately. Animus curiously looked at the Creature. His hands were clasp in some strange looking gauntlets, a bone necklace adorned his neck and what looked like an Exotic chain weapon was on his person.
This only added to the Puzzle that Animus was hard pressed to put together. The Force beckoned Animus time and time again, the first time it took him to Glee Anselm, The other time it brought him straight to Master Ophidia, every time the force beckoned him and nagged at his brain to move somewhere it was with purpose, Animus was a Chosen, and the creature before him Animus knew was not what he seemed.

"You are a Warrior Master right? " Animus asked Gleefully regarding the Ewok. He did not know what title the ewok went by so he just made one up that would suit what he observed. He placed the Sith Relic Blade in front of him dutifully and close to the Ewok, it was Animus' main gesture of peace, the handing over of his most prized weapon.

"Am i right? " Animus asked with a huge grin, he knew he was, the force never lied to him, but he had been wrong in interpreting the force before, he was still an Acolyte, a student, a beginner in the ways of the force, and was attracted and very sensitive to great power. His curiosity often landed him in hot water, this time he thought could be no different, but he was not going to let that thought stop him. He tilted his head to the Creature awaiting his response, a gleeful smile upon his face beaming curiosity, his yellow eyes glistening with anticipation. [member="Warok the Defiler"]
 

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