Private Set Me On Fire!

[Kaelyr]

⚜Tags: Varin Mortifer ⚜

⚜ The sounds of a warrior practicing a rigid routine could be heard echoing within one of the training halls of Coruscant. I was perfecting my craft, creating a myriad of ways to blend my cosmic flames and dueling techniques together. With each swing of my lightsaber, a blazingly hot trail of violet-red flames follows it. I would perform a series of attacks, sending out waves of flame in various forms as I trained, sweat dripping off me into smoldering embers upon hitting the floor.

My saber technique was fast, precise, and exact, and as I flourished it in my hand, imagining myself surrounded by enemies, I switched to Makashi, one of the saber forms I had honed to mastery. The movements of this form in my hands almost mimicked those of my former master. Graceful and fluid, not missing a beat as its fiery aura sent waves of heat throughout the training hall. To those who may have witnessed it, it looked as if I was dancing as each strike, each technique I blended with cosmic flame magic, was a beautiful sight.

By the time I had finished my final flourish, the entirety of the training hall had become consumed in fire, burning with a vibrant violet-red hue, the temperature of the room considerably high enough to see heat haze. With panted breath, I began to extinguish them by my will alone as I didn't want to draw too much attention to myself. I was still getting acclimated to the Covenant and their ways after being exiled from proper sith for a few years.

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[Varin Mortifer]

VARIN MORTIFER

Equipment: Durum Mantle | Black Blade of Chandrila | Eye of The Dragon | Heavy Sith Mace | Cross Guard Broadsaber

Varin had made his way to the training room after spending some time recovering, still walking with a slight limp though he no longer needed the scabbard to his Black Blade to lean on and assist his walking; everything was still stiff however. Opting to take part in some training fit-ins to hopefully loosen the joints and muscles, he felt the heat within the training room and walked in to see flame that had partially enveloped the room. The cause of the flame, now beginning to douse the flame.

His gaze fell upon the Sith that was training as he silently walked in through the flame, almost as if they parted for him like a curtain.

“Impressive.”

He stopped just on the other side of the flames, a small distance from the Sith.

“However some are more inclined to train when the room is not set ablaze.”

Another step forward as his eye seemed to measure the force signature of this new Sith he had never met.

The hilt of his saber was clasped to his belt, the dark colors of his training outfit almost blended him in with the smoke trail that seemed to trail from his back, as if a furnace itself resided within him.

“I believe we have not met.”

Kaelyr​