Darth Abyss
Eldritch
Day 1
Live at the academy was moving slow for Abyss, as his master was occupied with her dutys to the one sith. The young apprantice was eager to learn, but his options to do so were far more limited than he would have liked. He did spend some time reading about the force, not only how to use it, but also the philosophical standpoints of the various sects of force users. More than once he stumbled over old texts and information in the old tounge of the sith, a language unknown to most, forgotten in the history of the galaxy. To his joy, the library of the academy offered several works on the topic, making it possible to learn the vocabulary and syntax of the language. He was sitting in his room, legs crossed like he was meditating, holding a book, reading its first chapter that explaining the phonetic palette of the language. It was the third time he was reading the same few pages, trying to remember the 23 phonemes by audibly repeating them over and over. After almost an hour of this practice he turned the pages over, looking at the name of the next chapter:
"Morphology of the old tounge"
He skipped over the first few words of the page, before closing the book. He could already feel his focus slipping, so he decided that this was a topic for another day.
Live at the academy was moving slow for Abyss, as his master was occupied with her dutys to the one sith. The young apprantice was eager to learn, but his options to do so were far more limited than he would have liked. He did spend some time reading about the force, not only how to use it, but also the philosophical standpoints of the various sects of force users. More than once he stumbled over old texts and information in the old tounge of the sith, a language unknown to most, forgotten in the history of the galaxy. To his joy, the library of the academy offered several works on the topic, making it possible to learn the vocabulary and syntax of the language. He was sitting in his room, legs crossed like he was meditating, holding a book, reading its first chapter that explaining the phonetic palette of the language. It was the third time he was reading the same few pages, trying to remember the 23 phonemes by audibly repeating them over and over. After almost an hour of this practice he turned the pages over, looking at the name of the next chapter:
"Morphology of the old tounge"
He skipped over the first few words of the page, before closing the book. He could already feel his focus slipping, so he decided that this was a topic for another day.