Z'Zharen
Apprentice
Zhar was in awe, the two humanoid children were clearly at a higher level in knowledge of the Force. Though his lack of knowledge made him feel a bit inadequate, this whole encounter was very strange to him. It had a been long time since he actually stopped and sat to speak with others. Recently he fell into seclusion, trying to discover more about the Force on his own which ultimately lead to nothing much. His only venture that helped unlock his connection to the Force and find a lightsaber crystal only happened because he was with a group of other young Jedi and a master...Perhaps something similar could happen here and restore his moral.
As the two humanoid youths discussed calculations and meditation, bickering almost like siblings though they most likely were strangers to one another too. The master knelled on the warm sand across from them. He demonstrated some sort of trick, where he vanished for a split second. That might be useful to throw off an enemy in close combat...but the larger challenges a muscular Whipid would come across would most likely run through you whether they could see you or not for a moment.
Zhar wanted to learn Pyrokinesis, that would be an essential skill to master. The youths attempted to create flames, the female was successful though she seemed to try to extinguish the flame too quickly. The master warned her, but her reactions were similar to talking to a droid. Zhar understood the power of belief, his tribe had their own rituals and legends...but very little could compare to the powers of the Force.
As the master spoke to the group, Zhar squinted his eyes and slightly held his hand above the sand hoping to conjure flames. He was trying to imagine the flames, but it only seemed to burn bright in his mind, not in life. Zhar ceased, retracting his hand. Annoyed and partially ashamed he could not even ignite a spark.
Zhar's troubled thoughts quickly turned to wonder as the master vanished again. The skies above them grew dark, no a massive ship was hovering over the arena! An escape pod jettisoned down to the sand, landing where seconds ago the master sat. The hatch swung open, the master revealed himself in his full suit of armor. The ship and pod vanished...Zhar felt very tense, but the Jedi youth's seemed familiar with such radical illusions. The young Whipid looked at his hand, grasped tightly in it was his electrostaff. He must have pulled it from the sheath on his back instinctively when he saw...when he thought he saw the ominous ship.
The master asked if anyone knew what he just did, Zhar thought to himself...unfathomable power. The droid girl chimed in her theory that it was an ability known as Force Horror...Zhar never heard of such a thing and questioned if Masters of the Jedi Order would name things with such...simplicity.
The group continued to discuss about the Force and meditation. Zhar's mind wandered back to anger, he was upset that for years he was outcast-ed by his tribe, exiled by them and forced to venture into an unknown galaxy. Where he found brief joy, it was soon shot down by criminals. This staff he held was the same weapon he used to fight for his life out of an arena such as the one he sat in now. He was enslaved for some time, beaten and regarded as nothing more than an animal. All his life Zhar has hit many lows, but what frustrated him most was that he had little to show for it. He was enslaved because he was not strong enough, his friends died because he could not save them, and now even with a connection opened to the Force he was unable to tap into it.
Unable to use simple abilities that mere children out skilled him, he was unabled and angered that he could not even ignite a single spark!
Faint blue arcs of burning light, appeared from the young Whipid's clawed hand. The energy traveled into his electrostaff and for a brief moment activated the purple energy tip of the staff that had long since been damaged... Zhar looked up, staring at the master. The master spoke of visualization, but Zhar did not imagine lightning...did his feelings manifest into power through his still freshly opened connection to the Force?
[member="Jessica Med-Beq"] [member="Werah Unon"] [member="Ronen Jerik"]
As the two humanoid youths discussed calculations and meditation, bickering almost like siblings though they most likely were strangers to one another too. The master knelled on the warm sand across from them. He demonstrated some sort of trick, where he vanished for a split second. That might be useful to throw off an enemy in close combat...but the larger challenges a muscular Whipid would come across would most likely run through you whether they could see you or not for a moment.
Zhar wanted to learn Pyrokinesis, that would be an essential skill to master. The youths attempted to create flames, the female was successful though she seemed to try to extinguish the flame too quickly. The master warned her, but her reactions were similar to talking to a droid. Zhar understood the power of belief, his tribe had their own rituals and legends...but very little could compare to the powers of the Force.
As the master spoke to the group, Zhar squinted his eyes and slightly held his hand above the sand hoping to conjure flames. He was trying to imagine the flames, but it only seemed to burn bright in his mind, not in life. Zhar ceased, retracting his hand. Annoyed and partially ashamed he could not even ignite a spark.
Zhar's troubled thoughts quickly turned to wonder as the master vanished again. The skies above them grew dark, no a massive ship was hovering over the arena! An escape pod jettisoned down to the sand, landing where seconds ago the master sat. The hatch swung open, the master revealed himself in his full suit of armor. The ship and pod vanished...Zhar felt very tense, but the Jedi youth's seemed familiar with such radical illusions. The young Whipid looked at his hand, grasped tightly in it was his electrostaff. He must have pulled it from the sheath on his back instinctively when he saw...when he thought he saw the ominous ship.
The master asked if anyone knew what he just did, Zhar thought to himself...unfathomable power. The droid girl chimed in her theory that it was an ability known as Force Horror...Zhar never heard of such a thing and questioned if Masters of the Jedi Order would name things with such...simplicity.
The group continued to discuss about the Force and meditation. Zhar's mind wandered back to anger, he was upset that for years he was outcast-ed by his tribe, exiled by them and forced to venture into an unknown galaxy. Where he found brief joy, it was soon shot down by criminals. This staff he held was the same weapon he used to fight for his life out of an arena such as the one he sat in now. He was enslaved for some time, beaten and regarded as nothing more than an animal. All his life Zhar has hit many lows, but what frustrated him most was that he had little to show for it. He was enslaved because he was not strong enough, his friends died because he could not save them, and now even with a connection opened to the Force he was unable to tap into it.
Unable to use simple abilities that mere children out skilled him, he was unabled and angered that he could not even ignite a single spark!
Faint blue arcs of burning light, appeared from the young Whipid's clawed hand. The energy traveled into his electrostaff and for a brief moment activated the purple energy tip of the staff that had long since been damaged... Zhar looked up, staring at the master. The master spoke of visualization, but Zhar did not imagine lightning...did his feelings manifest into power through his still freshly opened connection to the Force?
[member="Jessica Med-Beq"] [member="Werah Unon"] [member="Ronen Jerik"]
