Where the Wild Wind Blows (Togashi)

[Talos Rygat]

With a wisp of the wind and a bright flashing whirlwind of leaves, out stepped a man clad in black cloth surrounded by the scent of death. Followed by a few Ghastly Green Ghost Skulls.

The citadel was once more elegant than it's current state, but it was unmistakably massive in the City. Talos walked to the citadel, he came back to train again. After a minor vacation, he was back to finish what he started.

[member="Togashi Yokuni"]

 

[Garith Darkhold]

Within the temple Yokuni sat meditating. The Citadel had been relatively quiet as members started to slowly trickle back into the order. Much was tasked to Yokuni as he was one of the few Masters to still be around. Thus the sudden usage of the Force could be easily sensed as [member="Talos Riga"] dramatically appeared upon the citadel grounds.

Leaving his meditation, Yokuni climbed back up to his feet and left the room. He did not rush, he walked down the corridor. There simply was no rush. He would find the returning member soon enough.

 

[Talos Rygat]

Talos began to walk into the citadel, the ghosts were talking amongst themselves, as they often do.

'We are to meet with a Master... We come to finish our training... We need a lightsaber...'

"We will do all of that and more, We will gain more power and return to Our saviors one day soon."

[member="Togashi Yokuni"]

 

[Garith Darkhold]

The wait was over. Entering one of the many rooms within the citadel Yokuni laid his eyes upon the visage of [member="Talos Riga"] for the first time. The elder Togashi walked into the room. Instead of walking past Talos, Yokuni moved over to the wall. Putting his back to the wall, he leaned back taking a small quiet look at the new recruit. “Welcome to the Citadel. What is your name young man?”, jumping straight into conversation it was time to understand.

 

[Talos Rygat]

"We are called Talos. We have returned to the Empire from an anonymous transmission. We wish to continue our training from where We last were, and go beyond if possible."

Talos stopped as the small ghosts circled above him now, they harmonized and became one larger floating skull. It turned to look at [member="Togashi Yokuni"] inquisitively.

 

[Garith Darkhold]

This was different, or should Yokuni say this young man was different. This was another example of there being more then one path a Force User could follow. “Interesting”, he said more to himself then to [member="Talos Riga"], “You say we. So how many do I speak to in one body?”

 

[Talos Rygat]

Talos looked up to the skull, and it answered for him.

'At last count, We are one thousand strong... We are the lost souls of murdered Force Sensitives... Talos was the only survivor of a crashed slave ship, We chose him as our vessel of vengeance, justice, and survival...'

Talos looked back at Togashi, satisfied with the answer the Soul had given.

[member="Togashi Yokuni"]

 

[Garith Darkhold]

[member="Talos Riga"]


Smirking, it was not to often in his long live did he found something he had not experienced before. It was intriguing but Yokuni did have a job here to do. “So Talos, so I can get a better understand of you and what you would like to learn from me I’m going to ask a series of questions. The Jedi and the Sith have their own mantra. The Witches of Dathomri have their own as well. Each following a path of their own in a spiritual sojourn to find the truth of the Force. What path do you follow?”

 

[Talos Rygat]

Talos pondered for a moment, the looking up at the skulls above, he remembered his original goal, after crash landing on the Aang-Tii planet.

"We live for freedom. It is was what We learned where We crashed. The inhabitants of the planet and the experience of being held captive by slavers, the Aang-Tii saved Us from the slavers but freed only the Souls of the others. I was selected to be the vessel of the Fallen. We have since lost our way in this Chaos. We must return to Our ways if We are to continue on the path We followed long ago."

[member="Togashi Yokuni"]