Mantic Dorn
Old school...
The jedi temple on Ossus. It was home to many jedi of the order. Even though their numbers were dwindling, many lost to ways unsanctioned but still allowed by the order. Such were the state of things at present time and the thought troubled a very stern looking jedi walking through the temple hallways. His Knight robes donned to fit in, with grace and respect of this most holy of jedi sites. With the loss of Tython this was the very heart of the order nowadays. It was here that they tried to rebuild and restore what now was lost to a dangerous diversity and threatening lurking temptation for many new and old jedi alike to pursue.
Mantic never gave much attention to that his constant focus on this area was distressful to many. And those he spoke to most likely rolled their eyes at his stricter then most view on these matters.
Regardless of time, there was duty, and a jedi's duty was to heed the customs and directions of the order. Its rules perfected over time. Not static by any mean, but never rushed either.
One of the duties he now had to see to was taking a padawan. He pouted his lips as he stopped outside the large study room. If he had to choose one it would at least have to be someone who gave a damn about some old fashioned studying. Mantic was not sure he was a book worm himself. But he considered book worms more important then most others. Book worms did not start wars. They found ways to avoid them. His place was to protect them, an honorable task, but not as important as those actually being protected.
He placed his gauntlet on the frame of the door and as it opened up he peered inside. He sensed it again.
The light shift in the force. It was like a soft breeze, yet with a sting to it. He had been instructed to take a padawan just a few days earlier when he had arrived home from the war on Brental. He had not been in the mood and had been in great need of mending his own soul. Hence he gave this padawan idea little thought and focused on meditation instead. It brought calm and healing to both his sore body and hurt mind.
It was in such a meditative state, with images of war and pain, that the breeze had first come to him. He had not managed to understand it at all the first time. But then it reemerged the second and third time. He knew he had to act on it and the following days he had wandered the temple trying to pick up the "scent."
When he simply let it be, he was slowly realizing, much to his own fascination, that he was guided toward it. He had found her in the courtyard, in the dining room. Well most wherever actually.
And now - he picked it up here. It was her, it was [member="Illyana Nightshade"] - he could sense her presence clearly by now.
He breathed in deep. Taking a padawan was a serious matter to Mantic. But the force was telling him something, all the coincidences that had brought him here was no mere chance. He knew that, he felt it.
Slowly he moved through row after row of desks and shelves, passing students of all ages and species until he finally stopped in front of a young woman seated with a holopad in fron of her face.
Mantic placed a finger on the desk.
"[member="Illyana Nightshade"] - is that your birth name?" he asked with a calm yet clear voice. Looking for whatever reaction she would have against the sudden interruption of his.
Mantic never gave much attention to that his constant focus on this area was distressful to many. And those he spoke to most likely rolled their eyes at his stricter then most view on these matters.
Regardless of time, there was duty, and a jedi's duty was to heed the customs and directions of the order. Its rules perfected over time. Not static by any mean, but never rushed either.
One of the duties he now had to see to was taking a padawan. He pouted his lips as he stopped outside the large study room. If he had to choose one it would at least have to be someone who gave a damn about some old fashioned studying. Mantic was not sure he was a book worm himself. But he considered book worms more important then most others. Book worms did not start wars. They found ways to avoid them. His place was to protect them, an honorable task, but not as important as those actually being protected.
He placed his gauntlet on the frame of the door and as it opened up he peered inside. He sensed it again.
The light shift in the force. It was like a soft breeze, yet with a sting to it. He had been instructed to take a padawan just a few days earlier when he had arrived home from the war on Brental. He had not been in the mood and had been in great need of mending his own soul. Hence he gave this padawan idea little thought and focused on meditation instead. It brought calm and healing to both his sore body and hurt mind.
It was in such a meditative state, with images of war and pain, that the breeze had first come to him. He had not managed to understand it at all the first time. But then it reemerged the second and third time. He knew he had to act on it and the following days he had wandered the temple trying to pick up the "scent."
When he simply let it be, he was slowly realizing, much to his own fascination, that he was guided toward it. He had found her in the courtyard, in the dining room. Well most wherever actually.
And now - he picked it up here. It was her, it was [member="Illyana Nightshade"] - he could sense her presence clearly by now.
He breathed in deep. Taking a padawan was a serious matter to Mantic. But the force was telling him something, all the coincidences that had brought him here was no mere chance. He knew that, he felt it.
Slowly he moved through row after row of desks and shelves, passing students of all ages and species until he finally stopped in front of a young woman seated with a holopad in fron of her face.
Mantic placed a finger on the desk.
"[member="Illyana Nightshade"] - is that your birth name?" he asked with a calm yet clear voice. Looking for whatever reaction she would have against the sudden interruption of his.
