Cedric Grayson
Ashlan Kaiser
His leg was beginning to protest quite avidly.
The hike through the mountains of Ruusan was good for his damaged joints, but by the Ashla did it hurt. The heavy backpack full of supplies for the next few days certainly didn't help matters. Still, if he was going to move on a war footing, he needed to be able to march a few miles without needing to sit down. The wounds Solipsis had given him were deep, but they were not permanent if he didn't allow them to be.
He'd set out from the Graywall in the late hours of the night with
Mikhail Grayson
at his side. With how busy he'd been administrating the burgeoning crusade, he'd not found enough quality time to spend with his only kin. That changed now. For the next few days, the uncle and nephew would wander the mountainous wilderness beyond the Graywall until Cedric was satisfied that they'd done enough. A Jedi learned best in solitude, or so Cedric believed, and the isolation of nature was the perfect place to begin his nephew's training.
He had failed to consider just how grueling the Ruusan mountain ranges could be however. He held up a hand to stop just as the sun began to crest over the mountain they were climbing, casting the waterfall that pooled at their feet just a few feet away in bright streams of white and gold. Cedric eased off his pack and collapsed into the grass, letting the runoff from the falls sprinkle across his face as he gathered his bearings.
"What a hike," he groaned as he looked up at
Mikhail Grayson
. "If you tell me you're tired I'm going to have to shoot you. You aren't old enough to get tired yet, or sore," the exile stretched his arms out high toward the skies. "But I am, so bear with me."
The hike through the mountains of Ruusan was good for his damaged joints, but by the Ashla did it hurt. The heavy backpack full of supplies for the next few days certainly didn't help matters. Still, if he was going to move on a war footing, he needed to be able to march a few miles without needing to sit down. The wounds Solipsis had given him were deep, but they were not permanent if he didn't allow them to be.
He'd set out from the Graywall in the late hours of the night with

He had failed to consider just how grueling the Ruusan mountain ranges could be however. He held up a hand to stop just as the sun began to crest over the mountain they were climbing, casting the waterfall that pooled at their feet just a few feet away in bright streams of white and gold. Cedric eased off his pack and collapsed into the grass, letting the runoff from the falls sprinkle across his face as he gathered his bearings.
"What a hike," he groaned as he looked up at
