A golden noose, colder than any glacier, clings to your neck like a limpet to the hull of a spacecraft. Mad hands claw at the metal rope, trying to pry the burning steel from your scarlet flesh. Fingers try to dig a gap between the skin and the metal, to find some purchase on the polished bands of unmovable iron. They fail, and nails score small dashes on flesh already red. Red light spews from the heart of the crystalline rose, growing brighter as it illuminates ever more of the stone and concrete prison that will be your grave. Words that would cry for help are rendered silent by the amulet that swallows you with unending pain.Coherent thoughts are long gone; the pain has stripped them from you, debasing you into a wretched animal seeking nought but succour from this agony. Crawling like a wounded nenamor, you claw with each hand one after the other, trying to escape this realm of suffering. Your eyes can see all the details of Tyus’ lair, but your madness robs you of everything other than the vague appearance of the stone tiles that you drag your face against. You pick up minor wounds from scraping your face against the rocks, but you do not even realise the scratches as the torture device blares in your skull.Your directionless journey is eternal, the ceaseless cavern has no end. Trapped in this curse, you see no escape, but the animal part of your brain keeps you moving, because to stay still will bring death. Like the legend of Argonemus, you are blind and dumb, forced to forever wander this infinite labyrinth. But unlike him, you have not been stuffed full of cybernetics to preserve you from the ravages of time, so that his lament will last until the very stars themselves die out in the sky.Blood and bile burst from your lips, spilling the acrid liquid onto the floor. You convulse as a second wave follows, staining your robes with the vomit. Retching, you meekly curl up into a foetal position as you shiver in your own filth. The darkness of slumber grows around the edges of your vision, and you shut your eyelids firmly closed. A new bright pain explodes on your right arm as if struck with a bantha prod. This spurs you out of your weak submission, forcing you onwards on this endless journey to find some relief from the suffering.With a dulled thunk, your head strikes something. Weakly, you raise your head to see what has halted your journey. It is a bed, your bed, in your room. Lifting yourself up with shivering arms, you flop onto your bed, pulling off your foul robes and dive into the sheets. Naked, barring your underwear, you shiver in the warmth, still wearing the small remnants of your vomit. The linen is soft against your delicate skin, it holds your fragile form in its gentle embrace. Finally, graciously, you close your eyes and allow sleep to whisk you away from the pain.
You are C2-9O, also called C2 and sometimes See-Two. As soon as the darkness swallowed the pair of you, you switched to night vision, then to thermal sensors. And nothing, you are blind. Rapidly running diagnostics to try to isolate the flaw within your wiring, but no defects show in the scan. So you repeat the action again, and again, until you have run it 2,589 times, only to get the same answer every scan. Finally, the unexplainable veil darkness is lifted, and you feel the erratic beat of your master’s heart. He crawls along the ground as if he were a droid with broken servos trying to complete its thankless task. Running computations, you can not think of a way to assist him. You were not built for loading cargo; you are built for stealth and reconnaissance. You can’t carry him. Digitised thoughts of calling his friend Yira for assistance form, but you discard the idea as soon as it comes. Your master is defenceless, having another Sith aspirant witness him in such a state could prove fatal, or worse. After voiding his stomach of an evil liquid, do you find a way to help him. As he folds into a ball in the middle of a hallway where students pass frequently, you shock him with a powerful blast of electricity. This drives him on his migratory path, back to his room. The doors unlock at your command, and Vulfstahn struggles into bed.Leaving the room, you are aware of the dead Sith Lord that Vulfstahn left and the trail he created between his room and Tyus’ sanctum. You need to hide your master’s involvement in this. Knowledge of Vulfstahn being there in any form spells trouble, not to mention the violent reaction to the old Sith artefact. You need to have the servants clear up the mess, and you need to wipe all security footage of Vulfstahn going to and returning from the location. The only place you can access this required level of clearance is within the security centre. Scurrying on golden insectoid legs, you crawl on the ceiling, avoiding any organics and the view of security cameras you are going to wipe. Arriving at the door to your objective, you spy the hardened door between two reinforced walls. You do not have the strength to break your way in with force, nor do you have the time required to hack the door console. Instead, you slice your way into the ceiling until you find a cable. Connecting a probe to this now-exposed wire, you send a pulse of electricity into the cord. 12.457 seconds later, two humans appear from the opening door to check a minor security alert.
Launching yourself towards the shutting entrance, you clear the doorway before you are trapped outside. Noise from your landing is infinitesimal due to your superb construction. If it weren’t the case, then the droid left to man the security console would have detected you through his audio receptors. With slow and careful movements, you shrink under a desk, watching the humanoid robot for any signs of knowledge of your presence. >False signal – Send a fake message from the humans to the droid, summoning him to them.>Fratricide – His back is turned to you, leap upon his neck and unleash a fatal burst of electricity into his central processor.
Back after two months, I don't think it's long enough you need a recap so I won't include one this time. Archive: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Sith%20Ascendant
>>6367480>False signal – Send a fake message from the humans to the droid, summoning him to them.
>>6367480>>False signal – Send a fake message from the humans to the droid, summoning him to them.Good to see you Bored!And we must remember to give C2 plenty of headpats later.I'll be honest tho: I didn't expect us to get out of that room of our own volition.
>>6367480Welcome back, QM!>False signal Let's not create ADDITIONAL messes to clean up.
>>6367480>False signalDroids truly are a sith's best friend.
Glad to see this back,>False Signalseems like the safe bet.I hope this doesn't mean that Tyus' apprentice, our teacher, is dead too.
>>6367480>>False signal – Send a fake message from the humans to the droid, summoning him to them.Spy bot is GO!
Your large, central, rubied eye watches the human-shaped droid, studying the figure with an intense focus. He is a large one, an unholy chimaera between a battledroid and an assassin bot. A thick torso, heavy with armour shielding his heart, strong arms conceal stowed blasters. It, being the last presence in the room, fulfils its duty. Alone, the robot’s eyes gaze into the screens without blinking, watching for anything of note while his fleshy companions are checking out the security alert. Vulfstahn is just lucky your synthetic brother was not at the desk during his affliction, otherwise the droid would have caught what these inept organics missed. Despite his imposing build, you think you could still kill him. All you need to do is dig your fangs into his neck and unleash a torrent of electricity, frying his circuits. But as with all things, there is nothing certain. You could make a mistake and miss his vital wires. Also, leaving his body behind would only further raise suspicions. No, you will leave him alive, for now. Instead, you will send him a false message telling him to come to his dolts for masters, leaving you alone to conduct your business.A fabricated message is produced by an antenna hidden beneath your outer shell; it contains sender codes that you’ve ascertained belong to the security forces. If they were competent, they would have revolving codes that change with every passing second, but with all the Sith housed in this compound, security wasn’t given the proper care it deserved. You see the logic, but find it lacking; these are the future of the Sith. Eyes need to be on them constantly; if an assassin waltzed in here and added some slow-acting nerve agent to the air system, you’d be down an entire cohort. Nerve agents are great, your master should really consider trying to acquire some, an excellent method to kill fellow force users.The sitting figure rises to his feet and marches one step after another until he leaves through the doors which shut behind him, leaving the centre utterly defenceless. Uncurling your body, you extend your thin legs and crawl out of your hiding spot. Reaching the open floor, you leap like an alien predator onto the control panel. On the screen in front, both the humans and the droid are still moving away from this bunker. You have enough time to do your work and get out before you are spotted.
Extending your tail, the mechanism inside reforms into a shape that fits the input/output port. It stretches out of your tail like a scorpion’s stinger, perfectly fitting inside the port, giving you full access to the protected controls. As soon as you are in, you send a message to the cleaning staff to remove all of Vulfstahn’s mess, biologicals are so messy, you’ve never spilt your internals before. The next task is to scrub the footage of Vulfstahn. If you had time, you could cut him out of the tape, which would be a much more elegant solution, but would take far too long.Going through the files, you wipe all of them that could link Vulfstahn to Tyus’ death, let them guess and wonder while keeping your master out of mind. On the screens above, you spot the servants beginning their task to clean the surfaces of all evidence. The self-deleting message has already vanished from their commlinks, something they’d notice if they weren’t too busy with their tasks. And sadly, the robot has caught up with its masters, and confusion is evident on the humans’ faces. You need to go soon.You have maybe a minute, possibly two, before you get caught. The question is, what do you do in your remaining moments? Removing the files is one thing, totally wiping the drives clean is another. If they try to reconstitute it, there’s a chance that over time, with advanced machines, they can do so. Or you could leave a bug in the security centre, allowing you and your master to access many of the systems once reserved for the staff. It could be such a boon for Vulfstahn, knowing where everyone is at his whim or opening locked doors. Your processor reaches a rapid conclusion, enabled by the lightning-fast silicon neurons. >A Backdoor – Leave a bug in the security net, allowing you and Vulfstahn to access the system at will.>Full Wipe – Leave nothing remaining, shred the storage completely.
>>6367825>Leave the bugIt's the death of a lord of the sith. All this careful obfuscation simply increases our value, if they ever figure out it was us involved
>>6367825>Full Wipe – Leave nothing remaining, shred the storage completely.We can find other ways into the system or the quarters of our rivals if we need to, but if Vulf is implicated then we'll never get the chance to do anything ever again.
>>6367825>A Backdoor – Leave a bug in the security net, allowing you and Vulfstahn to access the system at will.
>>6367825>>Full Wipe – Leave nothing remaining, shred the storage completely.
>BackdoorThis is obviously more advantageous. Are the Sith Lords going to see the ritual object & assume a bunch of acolytes killed him, then left it behind? Of course not, they'll recognize that his own risks were his undoing.
>>6367827Yes and... No. Killing your fellow aspirants? Absolutely encouraged. Killing teachers? Less so. Much less so. Except for one particular fuckwit who'd probably pop his first hardon in fifty years. >>6367825>Full Wipe – Leave nothing remaining, shred the storage completely.Safety first, especially safety that keeps us and the droid safe.
I think Vulf will be found out regardless.
>>6367901>Except for one particular fuckwit Fuck Yvalok. All my niggas hate Yvalok.
Vulfstahn has had many encounters with the other would-be Sith, often leaving them dead. It is quite funny, he’s only killed other students at this point, no enemies of the Sith or of the Empire. If this carries on, he might become the Republic’s greatest asset. With an amused binaric chirp, you decide to infect the security system with one of your many viruses. You’ve been preprogrammed with a cohort of viruses, and in your downtime, you’ve written new ones to keep your cybernetic brain whirring. Deciding to use a slightly altered version of one that was implanted, you save some of your more bespoke code for times when secrecy might matter more. Retracting your tail, the malleable hacking tool disassembles within its sheath. It is done. Your final command before withdrawing from the input/output port was to open the doors to allow your escape. You could have followed up with a delayed command to shut the doors as you exit, instead you wait until you are out of the room and send the command over the hacked network as a test. Confirming your success, the doors shut on command. Please with yourself, you scurry off before anyone can catch you, to watch over the sleeping form of your sick master.
You stand in a world engulfed in war. Munitions screech overhead as they race to add to the ever-growing blood toll extracted from the two at war armies. The sky is poised with thick black-brown smoke that flows like heavy ink, strangling the orbited star’s already weak light. Rolling hills that were once fields of sparse crops are now dead. Choked of sunlight, the once resistant plants are withered, even their native adaptation isn’t enough to save them in this world of death. Excavation sites that bore into the dirt pock the land as far as your eyes can see. Some craters are small, others are large enough to house an entire star destroyer, all caused by an array of different explosives from repeated pummelling of the earth.Bodies new and old lay scattered across the battlefield, resting eternally as they are slowly being swallowed by their perpetual resting spots. Some are nought but skeletons with shredded fabric; other, newer corpses are festering from exposure to the elements. Insects have are using the unfortunate cadavers of once young men as their home and a glutinous feast. They feast upon rotting meat, burrowing deep inside the once-living being and lay their eggs within. There are even those who look like men who are stuck in a deep slumber, if not for their slack faces and vacant eyes. A remnant of a tank is corroded with rust, and its turret is long gone, taken by the detonation of the ammo held within the hull. There is no chance the crew could have survived such an explosion. Small fragments carve thumb-sized wounds into the decaying metal, and scorch marks pock the vessel, but neither of those wounds slew the mighty war machine. A foot-wide circle has been carved through the armour by a beam weapon. Next to the tracks are now dead soldiers, slain by your Lightsaber. They used the tank as a shelter, as they tried to advance through the storm of steel. The planet breathes and the air around you oscillates with it. It strokes at you with a deep sorrow, trying to console the living when faced with so much death. A troop ship appears, no longer hidden by the curvature of the planet, and it angrily races towards you, bringing with it a hive of missiles under each of its wings. Two cannons sit on the craft’s nose; they are equipped with belts that feed explosive anti-personnel rounds into the barrels. The chain cannons begin to spin, preparing the mechanism to spew a torrent of murderous rounds. You and the men you led on this advance dive to the floor, behind the wreck of the tank, in a desperate attempt to find some safety from the bird of prey.
As you wake, the first thing you notice as you shrug off the dream is the foul taste in your mouth, the second is the acrid smell that burns your nose. Then you see the stains of blood and bile dried to your flesh and in your sheets. The next thing you notice is the blood rose that hangs off your neck on a golden chain. No longer is the band trying to throttle you, it is loose and allows the amulet to move. Hooking your thumbs under the chain, you try to remove it from your neck, but fail. Your hands slide away as you almost free yourself, like a magnet meeting its opposite pole, it just doesn’t work. You try again and again, only to fail with every attempt. It’s not coming off, for some reason, whatever the reason you know it is not good, it has bound itself to you.Piling your spoiled fabrics in a bundle, you cleanse yourself in the warm shower. Allowing the relaxing water to numb the ache that gently echoes throughout you. Cleaned, you check your commlink, seeing that it is midday and you have a slew of messages. The first dozen are from Hela, sent in rapid succession. Then they stop an hour ago, then there is one from the staff telling all students that lessons are not proceeding today. Remaining messages are students reaching out, asking if you know the reason for the cessation of today’s classes. The ones from Yira are filled with happy emojis, asking if you to go for a picnic. Racking your mind, you try to think about how you’ve not been caught. It isn’t like you were in a state to cover your tracks. C2 perks up from his resting place as you pace aimlessly, trying to decipher the riddle. He speaks in binaric, telling you that they shouldn’t be able to tie you to Tyus’ death and that he’s now got access to the academy’s security network. You fire a series of questions, but the pleased robot gives you vague answers and tells you not to worry about it. The question is what to do with your free day.>Meet with Hela – She’s found out about her master’s death, meet with her and find out why she was trying to summon you.>Study at the Library – Use the tomes of ancient knowledge to try to figure out what is hanging from your neck.>Attempt to Probe the Artefact – Use the force to try to speak to the presence hidden within the crystal flower.>Write-in
>>6368415>Attempt to Probe the Artefact – Use the force to try to speak to the presence hidden within the crystal flower.
>>6368415>>Study at the Library – Use the tomes of ancient knowledge to try to figure out what is hanging from your neck.
>>6368415>Study at the Library – Use the tomes of ancient knowledge to try to figure out what is hanging from your neck.
>>6368413>It is quite funny, he’s only killed other students at this point, no enemies of the Sith or of the Empire. If this carries on, he might become the Republic’s greatest asset."Local robot centipede realizes Sith are self-defeating idiots, finds it hilarious.">>6368417That might plunge us back into a blood-barfng agony coma.>>6368415>Study at the Library – Use the tomes of ancient knowledge to try to figure out what is hanging from your neck.
>>6368415>Study at the Library – Use the tomes of ancient knowledge to try to figure out what is hanging from your neck.I'm wondering if we should hide the Artefact or something? Probably might backfire in a one ring kind of way.Maybe cut ourselves open and hide it in ourselves since we have forced healing.
>>6368466We should absolutely at least stick it under our cloths, if it will let us. I thought that was implicit.
>>6368471It seems to at have chilled out, I just don't want to be walking around with it out in the open. Particularly with how it came into our possession.
>Tell Yira that we're deep in research right now, but that we'll make it up to her soon (via commlink)>Ask Hela what is so urgent (via commlink)>Clean our Clothes>Study at the Library
>>6368534This over all plan is a good one. If we're permitted to do all of this in one update, I'll +1 it instead of >>6368447
>>6368415>use the force
>>6368415>Meet with Hela
>>6368415>>Meet with Hela – She’s found out about her master’s death, meet with her and find out why she was trying to summon you.We do have an obligation there, one should not ignore ones temp-master, tho I very much understand and support the wish to try and figure something out about his damnable thing. That said; the library might be less of a source of information then the collection of the sith who sent us to grab the necklace, and his apprentice 'wink wink'.>>6368466>>6368471>>6368480Yes, absolutely. If it has to be said we should try to cover that thing and hide it. I somehow don't think it will help much, considering sith can 'feel' dark side nonsense, and this is a powerful piece of nonsense indeed. But it can't hurt to try!Unless it does hurt us to try, you never know.
Hela has stopped trying to contact you repeatedly; whatever the emergency she was suffering, it’s over, one way or another. You need to find out what parasite is attached to your neck. And the rest of the messages are just noise from those whipped up in excitement, engaging in wild rumour and speculation as their mundane schedule is disturbed. That is all the other messages, apart from Yira’s. Replying, you tell her that you are busy with studies, you end the message with an uncomfortably typed smiling face. You have never liked replying to messages with images; it feels messy.Sitting on your exposed mattress, you ponder how to discern what the item is and what soul is trapped within it. You heard a word spoken from the crystal, so it has intelligence; there is something within it. Lord Tyus did tell you it was an ancient Sith artefact, one that belonged to your people. It called you a mongrel, so whatever Sith within it must be older than the dark Jedi banished to Korriban, close enough to that age at least so his bloodline wouldn’t have been mixed with human. If you were foolish, you would try to probe it with the Force, but it has proved its strength. It crushed a Sith Lord and bound itself to you through a painful process; testing it with your power would only invite retribution. Playing it safe, you decide to visit the library with the task to find books that hold the old knowledge of a dead people.As you garb yourself in fresh robes, hiding the rose beneath the dark fabric, C2 crawls up you to find his place coiled around your right arm. You wish you had some other way to hide it, but the spell it has put on you keeps it around your neck. Sadly, you can’t just leave it, you doubt that time would diminish its strength, considering its impressive age. Wrapping your patchwork cloak of flayed shade skin around your shoulders, you leave your room with a bag filled with the spoiled fabrics you have ruined. Dropping off the mess in one of the bins, you order a servant to deliver fresh robes and new bedding. Walking to the library, you see the odd cluster of students around the ziggurat, whispering ideas about the cause of the day’s disruption. Passing them without even bothering to look at the faces. You wonder how Yira will be spending her day now that her plans to share it with you are scuppered. Hopefully, she’s having a pleasant day or practising the Ataru techniques you were last showing her. Uncharacteristically for a Sith, you worry about her. While she pulled off her task of assassinating a Republic senator, she is far from one of the strongest of the class, and you don’t think she will ever rise to those heights. It isn’t a lack of effort, it’s a lack of ability, which makes it even worse. There are those who do not reach the highest peaks. Most don’t, and they live good, productive lives, so it isn’t the end of the world. Everyone has their own path.
Entering the library, it is vacant apart from the single servant employed to assist the now-dead Tyus, former Lord of Scrolls and Keeper of Artefacts. Dangerous profession. Approaching the middle-aged human at the desk, you ask him where the books about the Sith are. He fights down a sheepish smile and says neutrally that most of the books here are about the Sith. Biting down your irritation, you tell him that you meant the species, not the sect. That jerks him into action, he takes a second to think about the location of the area before glowing with a smile of recollection. Grinning, he tells you to follow him, and you trail him through the pillars of encased books protected against minor damage.Arriving at a small section, he points out a collection of books, papers and scrolls. With a deep bow, the silver-haired man retreats to his station, allowing you to study in peace. Collecting a bundle of literature, you place the pile on a table and spread it so you can look at the names and covers of the writings. One book’s cover has a sketch of a Sith that looks surprisingly like yourself and is titled “The Secrets of the Ancient Sith”. To you, it appears like a decent place to start your search.Awful, the book is utterly awful; every line is a question. Asking if the ancient Sith did this or that, or were they really like this. There is nothing informative about it, apart from the idea that the old Sith species were conquered by the dark Jedi who were banished from the Republic, and that the Sith bloodline eventually became so diluted that they faded from history. The following text is worse; it was written recently by some revisionist human Sith asking whether the species ever existed, and in his opinion, no.One work posits that these Sith fought another extinct species called the Rakata, another source vehemently disagrees with that summation, saying it was a cult called the Bendus that fought them. One scroll mentions a few artefacts that escape the era, but they always end in destruction. The details the majority seem to agree upon are that there was a species called Sith, that had a small empire, which were conquered by the dark Jedi and were bred out into oblivion. That’s all that is there.
This is the entirety of your people’s surviving history; they might have existed tens of thousands of years ago, and people aren’t sure who they were or how they lived. All the details that have survived the passage of time could fit on two short pages. The only remnant of your people is the word Sith. How you carry their blood in your veins, you don’t know, but you feel the weight of being the last of something magnificent. To inspire so much, to hold such power and knowledge. Then, to just disappear through mongrelisation, you yourself might be a Sith Pureblood, but you aren’t a full Sith. You carry human genetics mixed with Sith. And with your children, they will lose more and more of that ancient lineage until there is none remaining. Extinction isn’t something you can even fight, it is a predetermined fact.Looking down at the collection of works, only now noticing the day has passed as you’ve searched fruitlessly through writings that contains nothing of substance. Feeling a deep ache in your chest, a yearning to preserve those who inspired millions over the ages. “So this is all that remains.” A commanding voice echoes within your skull, his inflexion mirroring the pang in your heart. “A name and a mongrel.” “Huh?” You ask dumbly, jolted to attention by the words. “I am a Sith of old, without human taint. The Gand woke my slumber, attempting some ritual. I killed him and beckoned you, my corrupted inheritor.” He lets his words settle, then continues. “I will assist you, sometimes, when I choose to, and in return, you will prove to me that the strength of the Sith lives on. For now, you may ask a single question of me.” >Write-in
>>6368927Hmm. We can ask a single question, but that means we can talk until we ask a question. He evidently doesn't wish to tell us his name, but he desires the sith blood to persist. We could ask how to obscure the trinket or.>I am beset on with lessers in strength, and oppressed by those with more experience, if you would conceal yourself then that would be appreciable. I have no intention of begging a spirit for a hand out though, so I will instead ask "What rite and practices that I may practice did my ancestors undertake to strengthen themselves?"He might have something useful, tapping into his desire for ancestral restoration. Or he might just tell us to kill an army alone.Call it a test of his character
>>6368933Basado y Rojo-Sith pilled, +1If this is the Spirit of Marka Ragnos, we now have access to a powerful ally indeed.
>>6368948I doubt it. OC sith have more room to them.But this guy is from the age of legends, so he's still quite powerful
>>6368933+1, submit to the sith who has conquered death and seek his knowledge as a supplicant.
>>6368948>If this is the Spirit of Marka RagnosThe image is just a sith ghost image, name of file means nothing.
>>6368933+1We must test this new voice in our head.
Caught up with the two other threads.Great job QM; and Anon voted good enough in my opinion. I'll follow the thread with great interest.This is not a formal vote but opening discussion with anons.>Is there any chance we turn the pendant into a light saber?Conceal it, and if we could it would make a POGGERS weapon.>Should our question be related to Sith-Force-Healing?Looks quite unique to us and a rare source of insight on the matter
>>6369115Now naturally, my first instinct is that no, it's a pendant and inhabited by a furious spirit.BUT if we ignore the obvious answer, and consider it more deeply, we don't actually know the properties of the crystal. If it could serve as the focusing crystal, or replace a kyber crystal entirely. . . well that might be something unique.We just need enough ambition to do it.about the question, I already elaborated that the reason to make use of this one question is a test to see where our mind goes.by asking him for a route to power, we appeal to his desire to see the true sith reborn and their strength glorified. All from power we earned with our own work, rather than handed freely.
>>6369121Then, would>Suck his ghosten dick about what we thought he would prefer on vague road to power termsor >Ask something completely useable here and nowbe the most Sith?This is a genuine question as I'm a bit of a star wars noob, like if you're the guy that wrote that great paragraph about dark-side of OT being cancerous-like, I won't challenge it or anything
>>6369134I am the afformentioned sperg, yes, hi, nice to meet you. I will try to not go on a rant again this time.To understand the Sith sect of force users, their basic and underlying philosophy is "I am strong and because I am strong, I can do whatever I want". They believe that might makes right, and the pursuit of personal power is the highest calling they have.their code goes as follows, Peace is a lie. There is only Passion.Through Passion, I gain Strength.Through Strength, I gain Power.Through Power, I gain Victory.Through Victory my chains are Broken.The Force shall free me.This encourages a very social Darwinist hierarchy of hedonistic competition to be the top dog. If you're clever, cunning, ruthless, powerful and capable of violence, you should get what you want.This has the entirely foreseen and encouraged result of being a religion filled with backstabbing, self sabotaging, empathy lacking sociopaths. It's why whenever they turn up, they are a great threat [their individual powers are usually immense to have survived in the vipers pit and come out on top] but usually always fumble the bag [your level 200 sith lord is rarely a match for 50 level 190 jedi masters who trust eachother and can work together].The ancient sith, the people, which this ghost is or was, used to follow this philosophy as well but they had a lot more success and institutional knowledge that as time has gone by has been lost to infighting, hoarding of secrets and repeated genocides of race and cult. If they kept producing sith of the quality of the old, they would still be producing sith capable of 1 vs 3000 with their lightsaber. Or sorcerers able to detonate stars and create new forms of twisted life.-----Getting back to your question, directly, Either is an appropriate sith answer in that it seeks to increase your personal power.I prefer "what did our ancestors do to get stronger, that I can do" because it might prompt him to tell us more. The question is open ended, directly relates to our desire to improve, hints at a desire to revive/remember our ancestory which he is very sad has gone extinct.What you ask is very direct, very pertinent and likely to yield a certain result to improve one of our new abilities. It does not attempt to play on his sentimentality or shared identity with a Mongrel less-than-halfbreed.I want to aim for more, at the risk of it blowing up in our face or him giving us a worthless bit of information, ala "kill your master with your bare hands, that will make you strong".Did that help?
>>6369142yes, it does.Formally voting to support >>6368933
>>6368957>Show me that the strength of the Sith remains>SubmitYea, no mate. Either we're gonna make this ghost proud, and in this we're competing with nostalgia or we're ending up a sockpuppet.>>6368933I like it, doesn't beg or supplicate, its nice and open ended (to the point where it might instruct us to perform the ancient rites of Push Up) and appeals to his pride. That's good, I like it. Another option could be, simply, "What advice would you give me?" >>6369142Rant! Rant! Rant!It is unsithlike to hold back and restrain yourself! One might think you a Jedi
>>6369265if anyone wishes the unhinged ramblings of a passionate mad man, I will happily elucidate.But there is also a strength in restraint too. Lacking restraint is really one of the flaws of the sith
I enjoyed the rant while catching back. I enjoyed the detailled answer. Thank you based Starwarstist anon
“I am surrounded by those who are attuned with the powers of the Force. I have seen a portion of your strength demonstrated against a Lord of the Sith. If you glow with the potency you contain, it could make my path difficult. If you conceal your power, I would appreciate that.” “That was not a question, you are telling me what you desire.” He states, “But I shall continue to hide my presence, I would be parted from you by one who is not so young in their journey down the path of the dark side of the Force.” You give a small, respectful nod to the invisible voice within your skull, then proceed to ask your question. “I will not grovel for you to impart me with your strength; I will succeed through my own will, determination and natural talent. What I will ask is: What rites and practices that I may exercise, did my ancestors undertake to strengthen themselves?” “They dove into the depths of the Force, learning new skills through experimentation and study. The Force is not as static as many of your contemporaries believe, it holds much mysticism and mystery they have forgotten. They challenged themselves eternally, constantly pushing themselves to greater heights. If you mean something more direct, there are those with a true gift who could play with the essence of life itself. Some could consume someone’s soul and bind it to themself.” As soon as the spirit stops speaking, you feel he has retreated from this conversation, leaving you alone in the library. Sitting at the desk, you sit there deep in thought. There is a long-dead Sith with all or part of his soul bound to the ruby rose hidden beneath your robes. You are stuck with him for now, it is clear your strength and knowledge are not great enough to remove the amulet. You do feel some slight bond with him, simply for being an undead revenant of your race. Furthermore, he has claimed that he will assist you on occasion when he desires to do so. But words are only just that, to trust him when he has such a grasp on you could easily end in treacherous misdeeds. Perhaps he wants you disarmed to a slow, grinding attempt to steal your body from you, it wouldn’t be the first time something like that has happened.
A snatching hand of snow-white breaks your solitude as your eyes were gazing off into nothingness. The outstretched arm swipes a book off your table and brings it level with her head. It is the book The Secrets of the Ancient Sith, with the figure on the cover that looks too similar to yourself. With a mocking tone, the Arkanian smirks, “Did you really pick up a book because the guy on the cover looks like you? The Secrets of the Ancient Sith, huh. Self-inserting, are we? Not a good look when you can actually become a Sith.”You allow Seyra to prattle on until she takes a moment to continue scanning the book, realising the true content. Sitting in silence, you look up at her impassively as you wait. Seeing she isn’t having the effect she wants, Seyra goes back to reading the book. “The Secrets of the Ancient Sith covers the primordial race, now extinct, that are the forbearers of the modern Sith…” Her words trail off as she continues to read, but no longer out loud for you to hear.Seyra’s face slowly shifts from a furrowed brow of rejection to a look of utter confusion. Her jaw hangs slack as her eyes dart across the blurb of the book again, trying to find the joke that is eluding her. When none comes, she slowly opens the book at a random page and reads a paragraph in some attempt to fight off the dawning realisation. Finding no avail, Seyra holds the book beside you, so she can compare the figure against you. After a recognition that has taken too long, Seyra retreats without speaking another word with book in hand, leaving you smiling with a wide grin.“Excuse me, miss, but you need to-” The receptionist’s voice ends as you hear a thud.Placing the writings back in the shelf with a click, you give the worthless books a last glance. They are shielded within transparent blast containers that will defend them against fire and small explosives. As you leave the library, you give the dishevelled man a small wave, and he returns a weak smile. It remains as he notices you aren’t removing anything without first giving him your name. You do want to learn more about your people, and if you could identify the Sith inhabiting the pendant, that would be even better. Returning to your room, your failure is slightly lifted at Arkanian making a fool of herself.
Maybe there is a secret text out there with more information about the Sith of old in some Sith Lord’s private library, but it won’t be within your grasp for a long while. Deciding to make good on your word that you will succeed through your own determination, you reread your copy of The Path of Unfettered Pain by Darth Sion. You continue to imbibe the work as you have done for the past nights. Burning the words and messages into your memory, you enter your shower. Scoring a long, but shallow, gash down your torso with your blade. At first, the sharp edge leaves no visible mark, then the blood begins to seep from your chest, staining the basin with the dark liquid. Focusing your will and summoning the Force, the wound eventually seals, and the flow of blood stems. Feeling drained, you quickly fall asleep.Which teacher will be leading the class today? >Lord Qiral – He teaches animal handling, and further in your career, he teaches alchemy. >Lord Thane – The Besalisk will be continuing your journey with swordsmanship. >Lord Velka – She will continue her lessons about the secrets of the Force. >Lord Yvalok – His lessons cover subterfuge and extracting truth.
>>6369373>She didn't realise we are a SithLmao, she thought her genetics were hot shit but we're a scion of the OG sith.Not sure what we should pursue just yet but whatever it is should be a genuine challenge that requires experimentation like our ghost friend said.On the temporal side we should consider that Seyra my beloved psycho is the closest thing to a rival at this point and as far as we know it's fighting and mind control that are her strengths.
>>6369374>Lord VelkaLet's double down on our strengths.Try and puzzle through some soul machinations. Maybe find the crux of a soul.
>>6369374>Lord Qiral – He teaches animal handling, and further in your career, he teaches alchemy.
>>6369374>Lord Velka – She will continue her lessons about the secrets of the Force.
>>6369374>Lord Velka – She will continue her lessons about the secrets of the Force.Through the Force, we can learn all of the above.
>>6369374Lord Velka – She will continue her lessons about the secrets of the ForceAnd remember: the teachers are giving out private lesson, which we absolutely and desperately need in on.Alchemy could be an extension of the path of unfettered pain, we are already experimenting with our own biology after all. But survival first and while we're a decent enough fighter we're a better space wizard and specialisation breeds excellence>>6369387>our only rivalBesides Yvalok, fuck him, and our would-be murderer with the fancy new nose. Yes, yes she is.
>>6369542Yvalok is a teacher and a bastard but he's on a whole other level and I thought we killed the fuck who lost his nose when they tried to gank us?
>>6369374>Lord Yvalok
>>6369374>>Lord Velka – She will continue her lessons about the secrets of the Force.
>>6369548Nah,unfortunately, we got his guy but not Thang.And who cares if he's a sith lord and better then us in every way. I know full well this is exactly what he wants but the fucker needs to die, the rest is a plain skill issue on our end. But first thing first. We really should visit Thang, it'd be an invitation to try again if we don't solve this issue.If we could get Seyra on side it'd be a done deal, and it would reduce our class to basically the two of us vying for top dog
>>6369558I'm not disagreeing that he needs to die just that he's not a rival per se.>We really should visit Thang, it'd be an invitation to try again if we don't solve this issue.I doubt he'll be as open in his enmity now that we've thinned the hoard and proved we can take him.
Well, now that the psychobitch got her shine-knife maybe the problem will sort itself?I'm afraid of a lightsaber-powered attack from said rival though. Not sure our Force mastery alone can curb her down...
>>6369561The force is a pathway to greater power than a mere glowy stick.
>>6369561I'd be more concerned about the domination power she has yet to exhibit since we can somewhat work around the lightsaber problem at least in theory.
>>6369563It is a pathway but I'm not sure we treaded the way enough for this right now.>>6369566I assume she need to beat us up first before for this to work?
>>6369560Alright let's establish consensus.Do we think the one who tried to brazenly murder us in a corridor is going to say: well we gave it a good shot, let bygones be bygones.Or is he going try try again with more planning, preparation and resources invested (the teachers seem happy to give out money to the top students, plus whatever bonus he got from the missions)If its the former no worries, if its the latter and I think it is.He is a problem that needs to be solved.>>6369561I'm not, really. I don't think she wants us dead. I think she wants to win and prove herself superior.Our next duel is going to be hell tho, sword against lightsabre.
>>6369571We are strong enough that if we can keep him at range then we can play ping pong with his bones.>>6369573he IS an issue, but give it some time. If we kill too many students then the brass is gonna come down hard on us.If someone ELSE kills him for us, that's different
>>6369571That or some other trigger we have yet to uncover (drugs/seduction/torture/etc.).>>6369573I dont disagree about Thang, we are on the same page, what I was saying as you surmised is that he will invest more energy into a scheme than the ganking attempt.Regarding Seyra her whole premise regarding her duel is that she is better and wants be the dominant one, if we had lost and been honorable about the loss she would have dominated us like she threatened.
>Lady VelkaFuck, Marry, Kill:Seyra, Yira, Thang, in that order.Really we need to sort things out with Hela as soon as the day's lessons are over.
PS: It's probably too late now, but it would be a Bith Brain move if we could plant evidence linking Yvalok to Tyus' death.Also, we should reach out to whatshisface from the mission to barter/buy some intel on Thang.
>Thinking sith are trusting enough to marry lmao>>6369627I like the way you think about Yvalok but the guys speciality is subterfuge and the truth, we'd likely have to get very creative with the approach or come at from a angle he is less inclined to be as strong in.
>>6369624Indeed.Maybe excuse ourselves as "we got poisoned, blood and puke for hours." Can't really hold that against us, though she will anyway
>>6369645+1 to that
Sorry, no update today. Was busy all day then played too much Helldivers, too late for me to start writing and not fuck my sleep.
>>6369781Why would the Jedi do this?
>>6369789kek>>6369781See you tomorrow, QM.
>>6369781My patience for super earth!
The group of students, no longer thirty-strong, kneel uncomfortably on the hard rock floor. Before the crowd is a raised lip in the stonework, explicitly stating that your teacher is above you. You kneel on the ground like defeated supplicants to a warlord who is in the midst of deciding who lives and who dies. The Sith Lord that stands on the raised edge towers over you in a kingly manner. Your knees would ache if this weren’t something you have been forced to adapt and ignore, but the chill from the marble still manages to seep through your robes and infect you. The room succeeds in its objective: to turn the students in from furthest state from ease. Shoulder-high statues line each side of the hall; they stare across at their partner, green crackling fire dancing in wide maws. Each figure is half-melted into the brickwork wall; only their fronts are visible. It appears as if they are phasing through the solid surfaces to pounce upon the remaining Acolytes. You sit alongside Yira; her warmth is the only thing battling the chill of the room. Seyra is alone at the very rear of the class, her eyes constantly flicker over to you whenever it is time to practice what you have been taught. Your friend Thang sits at the opposite end of the hall from you. Since you carved up his face, Thang has always been like a coiled spring, never letting his guard down. A mask covers his visage to hide the ugly wounds that have been gored into his flesh.Looming over the class, Lady Velka commands the attention of the enraptured seminar; all the students can’t peel their eyes off the Zeltron. The living Force has imparted the gift of beauty upon the race, and if that wasn’t enough to win the hearts of the galaxy, their natural pheromones add to the enthralling spell. She knows the effect she has upon those fortunate enough to witness her, dressing in clothing which teases her curvaceous form. Exposing enough to wet your taste but hiding enough that you are drawn deeper into the charm, needing to know what hides beneath.Lady Velka’s lesson today is about the innate Force shield every living thing possesses, “Every living being, even those deaf and dumb to the Force, has this field. It protects them from the currents of the Force and those that would manipulate them. This shield only covers the person who originated it. Like gravity, we all have our own, and those without command of the Force can be broken very easily. To the point it almost isn’t there. That’s why they fall to mind tricks and bodily manipulation so easily. For example, you can reach out and crush their heart with no resistance. Now your protection is much greater due to your natural strength, for someone to wave their hand and have you dancing to their tune would require a great deal more mastery of the Force. And that is also why won’t work on a Jedi.”
The class continues, and you listen with typical great interest as you follow along, trying to fully internalise the lesson being taught. It is one of the more important ones, having a rival Sith reach out with the Force and causing a brain bleed would be a quick and pitiful end. As she said, you all have an innate aura of protection that can be strengthened and tempered through practice and will. As the lesson comes to an end, your eyes rest on her form, enjoying the treat, until Yira breaks the moment by talking to you. Turning to your friend, embarrassedly asking while your cheeks flush, “Sorry, I didn’t get catch.”“What are we doing after class?”“Ah, sorry, today is a busy one for me. I have to talk to a few people.” You sigh, realising you’ve not been giving Yira the attention she hungers for.With a pout, Yira huffs, “Well, look at you, too busy to remember who your friends are. You will have to make this up to me.”“I promise will,” You smile and relent, meaning the words which soothe the human. Eyes returning to the front of the class, Velka shoots you a playful smile, knowing it was she who had you spacing out. A pleasant shiver runs down your spine.Slowly, the class filters out, leaving just you, Seyra and Velka. Seyra has revealed that she has received private lessons from Velka on your mission together. After you beat her in a duel, she offered to share the knowledge of reading minds with you, but it is something you’ve not yet to taken up. To do so, the teacher would first touch your mind. Both women look at you with interest, wondering your reason for remaining after the lesson has clearly concluded. Far from the worst company in the world, you think to yourself. Velka speaks in her velvet tone that is music to your ears, “Vulfstahn, class is over. Why have you stayed behind? Is there somebody you want? Me or Seyra?”>Lady Velka – She has taken an interest in you since you’ve arrived, thanks to your innate power. You believe she will accept your request for personal tutelage.>Seyra – She offered you a lesson in how to protect your mind and read others. You trust her more with this than Velka.>Leave – You don’t trust either, and do not want to fall further into Velka’s spider’s web.>Write-in
>>6370170>Seyra is alone at the very rear of the class, her eyes constantly flicker over to you whenever it is time to practice what you have been taught.I'm not sure of we should parse this as her being Jealous, stalkerish or just overly aware of us. Though the fact she is alone says a lot.>Seyra – She offered you a lesson in how to protect your mind and read others. You trust her more with this than Velka.
>>6370172>SeryaI really don't know how letting a rival do this is a good idea.But it's better than a sith who knows what juicy secrets to look for.
>>6370186To make a point against my own interests , Seyra does know what the crystal looks like and depending on if she took an interest in it or not she may have insight into what it is or contains.
>>6370172>Seyra – She offered you a lesson in how to protect your mind and read others. You trust her more with this than Velka.NOT because I'm on team Seyra, but I'm on Team Velka even less. The only reason I don't leave is because to do so after demanding this opportunity would read as weak and cowardly to the Sith.
>>6370203Is ANYONE even on team Velka?
>>6370172>Seyra – She offered you a lesson in how to protect your mind and read others. You trust her more with this than Velka.
A few thoughts occur1.This class is beneficial to any defense or attack if we can better visualise the effect, part of the problem with the detonators and the Jedi was visualising how to do it.2. Having an inner "gravity" as a defense may be important to keep secrets in the future.3. Seeing Velka and Seyra together makes me a little concerned that Seyra is her favorite.4. I'm curious if we could hijack/backdoor someone trying to probe us if we took them by surprise5. This would be an excellent opportunity to experiment as the force ghost suggested, Yira would be safer but she has none of the knowledge or my personal interest to help us learn the fundamentals.
>>6370172>Leave – You don’t trust either, and do not want to fall further into Velka’s spider’s web.I seem to remember that offer being a lot less about helping us understand something and a lot more about scrambling our grey matter until we couldn't spell our own name.Also if we are to go bother a teacher for private lessons I still hold that we should at least *try* N'wes. Whom I keep wanting to call Nwah, but details.Cause I very much doubt anyone has had the balls to petition the headmaster for tutelage.But hey, ambition is a virtue.Let's show some.
>>6370172>>Seyra – She offered you a lesson in how to protect your mind and read others. You trust her more with this than Velka.Ok.Currently I feel our goal should be aiming for a proper apprenticeship.Velka got her apprentice lined up.We're not a good match for swordmaster.Remains Qiral and Yvalok. We might have a position lined up with the latter faggot (and each student eventually aim to kill their asshole of a master) but maybe Qiral might be a better match for us?
>>6370172>>Seyra – She offered you a lesson in how to protect your mind and read others. You trust her more with this than Velka.
I'm going to the cinema to watch LOTR:ROTK extended edition, unsure if I'll do an update tonight.
>>6370345have fun!
>>6370345see you next week
>>6370345Enjoy!
>>6370345see you in a year!
“I would like to speak to Seyra.” You answer flatly, ignoring Hela’s tone.“Oh, really? Interesting. The two of you may have this room. I’m done.” Hela feigns disappointment before smiling with amusement, implying you want Seyra for some unsavoury reason. “And what do you want to talk about?” A challenging Seyra asks as the Zeltron slips out of the door, her hands are buried within her robes, likely fondling her Lightsaber.“You owe me a favour.” “I do?” She snorts with disbelief at your braggadocious tone.“Yes, after I defeated you in our duel, you said you’d teach me how to use telepathy.” She bristles at the recollection of her loss. “And I would like to collect.”“Ah, yes, we can work on that if you wish.” Seyra relaxes at your request; the recollection of the deal calms her. “But as I said, the way I was taught requires your teacher to invade your mind. So you can learn how to resist. That means you’re opening up your thoughts to me.”“I remember,” You shrug, playing the situation off as something utterly mundane when it is anything but. Seyra will be able to touch your mind with your permission, doing with it as she wills. A playful grin tugs at the edge of Seyra’s lips, “Oh, Vulfstahn I didn’t know you trusted me that much.”“I need to learn how to resist it at some point. Why not now?” You huff, not enjoying the teasing.“You don’t need to be embarrassed,” She says with a wolfish grin before letting out a little laugh that chimes like music. Looking around at the uncomfortable room, not impressed with the location. Seyra’s voice reverts back to her normal strict cadence. “I don’t like this hall, we will need to focus rather than feel rock and chill. We can do this in my room.”Once again, you shrug, not caring where this lesson happens as long as you gain the skill. Seyra begins to leave the room, and you skip to reach her side, not letting yourself be left behind. You walk together through the countless corridors of the expansive temple. The pair of you do not speak during this military march. A few times, you spring with ideas for conversations to start, then dash them; the pair of you aren’t close enough for small talk to come easily. She walks beside you with practised poise that extols confidence in her every movement.
Arriving in the same corridor that contains your room, she touches the door’s controls, and a sliding door moves to reveal her room within. An evil smirk has stretched over her face like a wicked queen, it quickly turns it to a much sweeter expression. Her arms slip around yours, and her head leans on your shoulder. Sliding into her room, she drags you into her sanctum. Following her with a confused blush, you follow her direction. As soon as the door shuts, she suppresses a laugh that slips between her fingers as she shakes her head. “Sorry about that, it’s just… it’s fine, don’t worry about it. It is just a little joke.”The room is functionally the same as Yira’s and yours, but it is without personal decorations, a total inverse of Yira’s room. There is only one thing you notice, a framed photo on the desk that she quickly puts down, hiding the image. Gently sliding onto her bed, she motions to you to copy her. Seyra’s face is emotionless, like a sculpted statue carved from snow-white stone, displaying the beauty of a serene figure that time should not forget. Seyra focuses on the lesson, forgetting the chides of before. Trying to distract yourself from such thoughts before the lesson begins, you think of the Shades you fought in the forest with Urr’tal, not wanting her to know just how attractive you find the snow-skinned elf.“This is how we are going to start,” Seyra declares in an authoritative tone. “You are going to think of something, how about… the forest outside. Think about it as hard as possible, try to shout it out. And I will gently graze your mind to see this thought. Don’t fight it yet. I want you to feel me gently listening in. After that, we can go further.”Closing your eyes in front of your fellow Acolyte, something very risky, you think about the world outside this compound. You think about the tall trees that cover this forest planet that reach up ever so high. Then you think about the canopy floor that is as dark as night due to the foliage above that strangle the star’s light. Something very gently tickles your mind, like a hand softly brushing across yours, almost imperceptible if not for the foreknowing. Knowing that it is Seyra, you tense up, your muscles clenching as your mind begins to swim with thoughts.
Words gently escape her lips, like the wind tenderly caressing loose leaves in autumn. “Focus on the forest.” Doing so, you get used to feeling Seyra’s mental probe listening to your projected message. Seyra breaks the silence, “Excellent, now you do the same. Don’t try to focus on anything; stay relaxed, don’t try to burrow your way into my head. Just listen to the thought I am thinking of.”Following Seyra’s instruction, your eyes are still closed, and you listen to the world around you. Through the Force, you can feel the material plane around you and the glow of power that Seyra emanates. Then you can hear, feel, and see the thought she is projecting; her mind is replaying today’s earlier class, where she is focused on Hela’s lesson. She speaks as she feels your presence, “Fantastic, now this is as far as you will go when it comes to my mind. I won’t let you have a look inside and use me as cattle to test yourself upon. But I will, when we are done with this, invade your mind. And when I do that, I want you to fight as I invade.”After a couple of minutes of getting used to the sensation, you withdraw and tell Seyra, “I’m ready.”“This won’t be gentle; it can be, and that typically means it is done with greater skill. But this is a brute force attack I will perform.” Seyra tells you in a calm, measured tone.A psychic limb extends from Seyra and gently touches your brain. The force grows with strength. You try to focus on the forest outside, but the probe pushes with growing strength, trying to slip through the cracks of your defences like the sun slips through the forest’s trees. Fingers dig into your thighs as you try to resist the force, but the large waves are crashing at the dam, each one breaking upon the timber with new potency. Wooden planks strain from the stress, moaning from the effort.>Full Strength – The Force is your gift, you’ve always been the greatest, unleash your full might upon her. (Roll three lots of 1d20)>Defuse the Assault – Skilfully attempt to evade and misguide her overwhelming attack.
>>6370820>Full Strength – The Force is your gift, you’ve always been the greatest, unleash your full might upon her. (Roll three lots of 1d20)
>>6370820>Framed photo on the desk that she quickly puts down, hiding the image.Interesting, not quite a complete psychopath then. Given our lack of practice with this, our Innate strength is likely what we should rely on, I personally would like to be clever about this but I honestly don't think that it translates well out of theoreticals.Option 1: Fabian retreat, let her in before full strength counterattackOption 2: Use a subtle portion of our power to backdoor her psychic limbOption 3: diffuse her attack with lewd, humiliating and violent thoughts about her and through her focus into dissaray. also know as sociopathic flirting>>Full Strength – The Force is your gift, you’ve always been the greatest, unleash your full might upon her. (Roll three lots of 1d20)
>>6370838+1 to these ideas, this all seems like a terrible idea honestly, but we're in too deep already. Hopefully our droid will summon help or a distraction if she decides to scramble our brain like an egg.
>>6370820>>Defuse the Assault – Skilfully attempt to evade and misguide her overwhelming attack.
>>6370818>Sorry about that, it’s just… it’s fine, don’t worry about it. It is just a little joke.”Calling it now: Yira was watching, and Seyra spotted her. This bitch wants to drive a wedge, ether out of hr own interest or (most likely) to create drama and misery for rivals.>>6370820>Full Strength – The Force is your gift, you’ve always been the greatest, unleash your full might upon her. (Roll three lots of 1d20)I am, of course, NOT in favor of psycho-flirting or wantonly lusting after frosty here, though.
>>6370820>Full Strength – The Force is your gift, you’ve always been the greatest, unleash your full might upon her. (Roll three lots of 1d20)I don't think we have the skill for evasion
>>6370820>Skillfully defuse
>>6370838Fuck it, the more I think about it, the more I want to try my diffuse Ideas so I'll swap to>Defuse the Assault – Skilfully attempt to evade and misguide her overwhelming attack.
>>6370820>Full Strength – The Force is your gift, you’ve always been the greatest, unleash your full might upon her. (Roll three lots of 1d20)>>6370883>Yira was watchingeasy enough to explain that we were getting a lesson (and then get consent from Yira to teach her and practice on her). Serya said she won't let us into her mind, so we can use Yira instead. That way Yira gets to learn from us (which is what she wanted) and we have someone to practice with. No need to let Yira (or anyone else) into our mind though. Except...>>6370838Save the lewd thoughts until Yira is reading our mind... The old 'what am I thinking' trick (picrel).
>>6371006But Anon I don't want Yira to see the lewd thoughts.I can get behind practising on Yira though.
>>6370820>HelaLady Velka, right?Hela is the dead guy's student?>Yira discussionExpected. We practice mindshit with her replaying the lesson and our thoughts of Seyra trying to play us
>>6371010>Full strengthSomehow forgot my vote
>>6371010>Lady Velka, right?Fuck, yes, rip
>>6371023it happens to the best of us.
Seems settled on brute forcing this, give me 3 separate 1d20s.
Rolled 8 (1d20)>>6371064
>>6371064
Rolled 4 (1d20)>>6371072let's try that again
Rolled 16 (1d20)>>6371064
>>63710832 power 2,3,4
>>6371085if it was bo4 we could have got a 32
>Rolls come out low>Immediately smash my head open and have to go to emergency Fucking Jedi man
>>6371171I'm not familiar with that aspect of our dear Curse; hope you're ok man...At least I rolled high?
>>6371171Look after yourself mate.
>>6371256>>6371312I'm pleased to report I had to get stitches but am otherwise fine, the Jedi will not get me this day!Hopefully that 16 will carry us to success.
Conjuring your unbridled strength, you call upon your will and determination. You refuse to allow yourself to lose in the field in which you excel; you were gifted such strength, and it needs to be used. Allowing this small defeat here would snowball; it would lead you to accept another, and another, in training. Then, outside of training in the real world. No, this is your area, you won’t give any ground. Like a volcano, your power gathers and concentrates into a single, infinitely dense point, struggling to contain the massive pressure that begs to be unleashed. Like a great beast restricted by chains of straining iron, it can’t hold, it will be free.Then it explodes outward, the wave of psychic energy surges and travels through your connection, flushing Seyra out of your mind. The wave of power does stop there, it carries on through the circuit of your connected minds. It is something you can not control; it is something you’ve unleashed and are unable to halt. Seyra, reeling, puts up a rushed, impromptu defence, but it is utterly pointless. The defences crumble as a castle made of paper against the rushing onslaught. Folding under your strength, without the briefest of pauses. Instead of Seyra entering your mind, you bulldoze into hers.Emotions and thoughts flutter around you. They flicker past, brushing against you, giving you a small window into the memories. One recollection bubbles up and engulfs you. You are in the hallway with the doors leading to the rooms of Acolytes. Down the hallway, you spy a mousy-looking girl in the distance, freckles dotting the face that is watching you with such intensity. Deciding to have a little fun at the voyeur’s expense, you grab Vulfstahn’s arm, wrapping it between yours and rest your head against his shoulder. Then you pull him into your open room at the outrage of the human girl. Yira is quite fun to tease, she could be a good source of amusement if Vulfstahn and you continue to work together. Ideas of how to wind her up the little float to your mind. You are more attractive than her; she isn’t bad in her own way, but objectively, you can make any man’s heart beat faster. Vulfstahn gave you that hideous outfit that made you look like a whore, something you still haven’t fully forgiven him for, and you know he was ogling you the entire mission. The first is sending him something, a small gift, what it is isn’t important, the key thing is Yira noticing it. Maybe flowers, no, Vulfstahn might think you are trying to win his heart. It could cause too many issues and complications.
What could be fun is sitting next to him each lesson, learning from one another and taking an interest in him. It is enough to tease the young girl, but not enough that you are basically declaring you have feelings for the Sith. Maybe with prolonged contact, he would view you as someone dear to him, as he does Yira; that would be extremely useful. He clearly is a wizard with the Force and gives loyalty; while you can’t trust him, he would be an extremely valuable ally. Not just through his power but from his knowledge and the competition between the pair of you.Vulfstahn is your foil in a way, the opposite of you. Where you love swordsmanship, he is obsessed with the Force. While both of you are exceptional in both fields, you have clear strengths. Since the acquisition of a Lightsaber, your skill has grown with leaps and bounds, eclipsing where you once were and growing your lead over the rest. But when it comes to the Force, you just lack the innate strength Vulfstahn wields. You’ve been trying to nurture your potency, which has worked, but he’s still so far ahead of you. Maybe you can’t ever beat him with raw power, but skill can make up for talent. That said, he doesn’t slack off in his studies.It will be a hard struggle to overcome Vulfstahn, but your hunger to be the very best will not abate. You will fight to become the strongest Sith in your class, then the entire empire. The first step is surpassing Vulfstahn and hearing him verbally state that you are his better. He has defeated you once, but next time you’ll have your victory, and you’ll keep growing after that. Due to his seeming loyalty, it would be worth keeping him around after you defeat him, you’d just need to earn it somehow. Maybe there will be some artefact you find that could enhance your potency.Withdrawing from the snapshot of Seyra’s memory, you remain in the centre of her mind. Time hasn’t passed, but you feel a gravitational-like force slowly gaining strength, wanting to remove you from where you are not welcome. Trying to restore the natural order of the universe. You do not have much time remaining in Seyra’s mind, there is only the opportunity to do one thing before you leave. Something small, like a peek at another memory or implanting some small alteration to the web of feelings and memories. Or you could just leave and respect her privacy.>Recall a Memory – Look for a memory and get her thoughts on the moment (which memory?).>Alter – You will not change who she is, but you can change how she feels within limits (what do you alter?).>Leave – Seyra was giving you a lesson; this accidental invasion was not something planned. You will not betray her favour.
>>6371399Huh, it was just to mess with Yira... and not even to cause anything more than Drama, kinda disappointed.I don't think we should apologise, she'd read that as weakness, altering or transgressing on her memories seems like it would make things worse and turn a somewhat agreeable ally into a grudge bearing enemy. On the other hand though tuning her to be very slightly more agreeable to us could do wonders for future collaboration. It's just a question of if natural growth or synthesising it is more beneficial.>Worst idea: change her to be slightly more agreeable/Involved in us.>"Less" worse idea: leave and take a look at the picture on the way out briefly.>"best" Idea: leave and offer to help her attune to the force as quid pro quo for this and leave the door open to a functional alliance.Might need to think on this a bit more.
>>6371399>Leave – Seyra was giving you a lesson; this accidental invasion was not something planned. You will not betray her favour.
>>6371399>>Leave – Seyra was giving you a lesson; this accidental invasion was not something planned. You will not betray her favour.It was just confirmed that she doesn't harbour us any ill will, not really, and is even considering working 'with' us rather then actively against us. This was effectively another competition and we won. But there's no need to be a dick about it. Get out, thank her for the lesson and leave it at that. Seyra is damned prickly so leave it to her if she wants to pretend it happened or not. >>6371405Fully agree that apologizing would be a bad idea, but starting to tweak her is not the call here. We 'might' win something that's already happening but if she finds out/notices/anything its an enemy for life. We already have plenty of those. We gain more by doing nothing.
>>6371457While I agree its a bottom of the pile Idea the idea itself would be as subtle as we can manage and that's not wholly meritless.
>>6371399>>Leave – Seyra was giving you a lesson; this accidental invasion was not something planned. You will not betray her favour.I was thinking about nudging her from getting better at the force, but eh.
>>6371461but we're not subtle. We genuinely do not know what we're doing. if we did, maybe. Maybe. But she would know, she's doing her damnedest to get us out. More importantly us leaving rather then being pushed out is a very strong sign of goodwill and not trying to fuck her over.
>>6371399>>Alter – You will not change who she is, but you can change how she feels within limits (what do you alter?).Implant the idea of "honorable rivality among Sith" She'll aim to overcome us straightforward : we CAN work with her and turn her into an asset as she doesn't deeply desire our death : if she prove herself better, she's ok to keep us around. Let's subtly implant the fact as "equal" we could also rely on each other
>>6371399>leaveAs others have said. Since we can't do it subtly, just step back and let her resume.tit for tat.
>>6371476Yeah alright, as much as I have a small temptation to do something that could seed something down the line, it's outweighed by the practicals right now.>>6371399>Leave – Seyra was giving you a lesson; this accidental invasion was not something planned. You will not betray her favour.Toxic route can wait for nowThe next question is how long has Yira been following us and what has she seen?
>>6371399>Leave – Seyra was giving you a lesson; this accidental invasion was not something planned. You will not betray her favour.I'm in favor of making it obvious that we're onto hr, though, and being smug about it. Establish social dominance!
Feel like dog, not update today.
I'm still torn on this, it's a unique opportunity that we will never have again, even a tiny nudge could be incredibly helpful.Aside from that we really do need a mentor/sponsor to receive training from, falling behind further than Seyra at this point is a huge concern given her own growth with the lightsaber.
>>6372071we have Hera, assuming she isn't dead yet
>>6372073While true I think that's a bridged that's been burnt for a few reasons.1.like you said we do not know if she is dead or not2. When she agreed to teach us it came under the provision we hop to her orders no questions asked and we specifically did not do that after our own recovery.3. She has lost her own master and we can only speculate on the ramifications of that for her.4. Do we really want to be going anywhere near the strangely silent incident that left her master dead when we have the crystal in us?
>>6372084so you want to cut her loose? Or explain we got poisoned and bedridden.
>>6372084>>6372113She is potentially a lot less useful, and less likely to be willing and able to help us now even if she's alive, but I still don't regret not immediately returning to the scene of the crime.
>>6372115potentially yeah. On the other hand, she is still an active respository of knowledge that we cannot otherwise access.So we need to either reestablish contact or decide to cut out losses
>>6372113Potentially though I'm not guaranteed on that without more information, as for a reason for our absence I'm pretty certain it would be a no sell and she'd perceive that as a excuse.
Very briefly, you consider doing something in her mind. Slightly altering what is there to make her warmer to you, having her as a true ally, like Yira, would be most beneficial. But there are a slew of reasons why you don’t go ahead with the urge. Primarily for the reason that you entered her mind with blunt force, there was nothing subtle about the forcible entry, and that she was giving you a lesson on something you have yet to learn. To repay the favour with the defilement of her mind would set a poor precedent for future occasions. Like a serpent, you slither out of her mind back into yours. With a deep breath, your eyes open, and you see the beautiful Arkanian sitting on the opposite side of the bed from you. Waking from her stupor, she blinks a few times before her crystal blue eyes settle on you. Her cheeks begin to glow red, and her eyes narrow upon you in an angry scowl. Her fists clench on the perfectly tidy bedsheets, bunching the fabric within them. Closing her eyes once again, Seyra deeply exhales as if trying to exercise a demon. Without a word, Seyra gets to her feet and walks to her door. With a gesture, the door slides open, revealing the external world. “You have learnt enough for today. Congratulations, you exceeded my estimations. I clearly can’t teach you any further on this topic.” Seyra speaks with anger in her voice.“Thank you,” You reply with a friendly and sincere tone, hoping it would reduce the sting of her loss. “I really appreciate the lesson, it will be most useful to me in the future, I won’t forget this.”“I’m sure you won’t,” Seyra replies, wanting this conversation to end so she can rage by herself.As you get up, you notice a book sitting centrally on her desk, The Secrets of the Ancient Sith, with a sketch of your kin on the cover. Getting up to leave her room as she clearly desires, you pick up the book and wave it at Seyra. “Find it interesting?”Anger fades from her cheeks as her eyes focus on the item, “Very interesting, actually. Enough for me to pick up a few other works to get a more complete picture of the hypothesis.” She walks back into her room with the door shutting behind you.Returning to her bed, you sit down, allowing her to freely access the cramped room. “Thoughts?”Opening a drawer, she withdraws the paper that declares your people to have never existed and another one that talks about the hybrid Human-Sith called Naga Sadow and his crusade into the Republic. “A lot of strange and competing claims with nothing to back them up. One even claimed a member of this supposed people caused a star to turn into a supernova.”
“Seems fantastical, doesn’t it?” You murmur.“To wield such power,” Seyra smiles with eyes blazing with hunger, before shaking off her imagination. “But that, like much of it, will be a fabrication. A imaginative rumour that has survived too long.”“Many things that have been forgotten are possible.”“It does inspire the imagination, doesn’t it?” You ask, sharing the same wistful desire for such great feats. “I will admit I have daydreamed enough times of the ability to do such things, imagine what I could accomplish,” Seyra clearly having another flight of fancy, before focusing on you intently. “What do you know of such things?”“I’ve read the same works as you.” You evade the question with a smirk on your face.“I’m sure you have, but I’ve got a feeling there is something, not a lot, that you know more about than me.” Seyra sits on her desk, looking down on you, enjoying the topic, with a playful smile on her face.“Me knowing more than you? I doubt it.”“Come on, Vulfstahn, after me so kindly teaching you something I didn’t need to, it is only proper for you to return the favour.”“The only knowledge I have about people exploding a star with the Force is in that book.” Seyra pouts at your response. The very beautiful Acolyte makes your heart flutter. You wonder if her beauty was crafted in a genetic laboratory, for someone to be this gorgeous from sheer genetic luck seems unnatural.“And what about this ancient race of the Sith that have been lost to time?”“Some say they never existed.” You shrug casually, but with a lingering smile on your face.“I would think so too, if not for you looking exactly like our namesakes. Furthermore, you were coincidentally reading about it in the library. So, Vulfstahn, why don’t you share with the class? Tell me what you know about these not-so-extinct people that you totally aren’t part of. Tell me about the Sith.” Seyra asks with eyes twinkling with fascination.>Tell her – Tell her what? (Write-in)>You know nothing – Don’t tell her a thing, she clearly knows, but until you can confirm her as an ally of yours, you won’t share more.
>>6372293>Tell her – Tell her what? (Write-in)I would like to turn this into flirting by hyping the genetic legacy of the sith from one genetic freak to another but there's not a lot we can say that isn't classified due to our circumstances, there were several sith lords of renown who were sith and their feats are well known (in canon anyway).We were no one, an urchin on some planet until we were picked up for training.We were picked out by lord Tyus as a sith, but he and his apprentice have been tight-lipped about what we mean now though.There have been other things (dreams/prophecies) but I don't know if they should be shared in detail.If we can manipulate her into investigating the Tyus situation we won't have to do it ourselves. Also we should save juicier details under the provision she practices swordsmanship with us down the line.
>>6372293>Tell her- "That I am an orphan, That I am evidently a mongrel freak plucked up by Lord Tyrus, and I will be a sith in every truth that matters. If you wish to have much more, I am afraid I am only inclined to waxing poetic with my allies. Perhaps in our next lessons, Hmm?"Let's leave it like that. Leave some interesting things to chew on, and make our offer clear.
>>6372305+1, keep her interested but wanting more. Not because I want to flirt with her (still don't) but because stringing her along will stop her thinking she knows enough and slitting our throat.>>6372293
>>6372293>>You know nothing – Don’t tell her a thing, she clearly knows, but until you can confirm her as an ally of yours, you won’t share more.
>>6372293>You know nothing – Don’t tell her a thing, she clearly knows, but until you can confirm her as an ally of yours, you won’t share more.
>>6372293>Tell her- "That I am an orphan, That I am evidently a mongrel freak plucked up by Lord Tyrus, and I will be a sith in every truth that matters.
>Tell her we believe we are descended from that ancient race who laid the foundations of our very order, & Lord Tyus mentioned it to us when we first arrived to the academy, but that we were orphaned & have no further knowledge yet of our lineage.I just realized something; the samples Tyus took may have been key to unlocking the holocron/phylactery we are now in possession of.
>>6372293>>6372528>SecondI just don't like the "But if we we're allies..." because we will never be, she isn't interested in being an ally, just as she isn't interested in being an enemy. And that is much more then we can expect from most.
>>6372567A true ally, no. Never, not in a hundred thousand years.We've seen in her head that this is the case.But I lack a more elegant word for "scum I can work with"
>>6372590"colleague" ?
>>6372603HR rep, yes, sure
“Well, I am just an orphan, no parents to tell me what species I belong to.” You say and leave a pregnant pause to allow her mind to work.Your mysterious origin excites her imagination; different threads play out in her mind. “Very interesting that. You were dropped off at an orphanage, you look like an extinct species, and I have never seen another of your race before.”“I will be Sith in every truth that matters. That is the only thing which is important.” You shrug, causing a wave in your long black robes. “Any more than that… I don’t think I feel confident sharing such details with those that aren’t very close allies.”Giving her a cocksure smile, you get to your feet and head to the door to exit. Seyra calls out, “Hey, just tell me. I promise I will keep it between the two of us.”The door slides open as you slowly slip out of the room, enjoying her interest, wanting to feed it and cultivate this curiosity. Seyra is the object of much fascination, let you be something that tickles hers. “Perhaps I will share more in our next private lesson.”With your last words, you slip out of the room, letting her mull over your conversation and the offer. Letting her know freely could cause some ramifications down the line if others, who are more learned about your extinct species, want to study a living specimen. Still, the undeclared implication is enough to stoke her fancy. If she wants to know more, you’ve left the invitation open for the pair of you to spend more time getting to know each other. Ideally, you’d love to use her knowledge of bladework to increase your own skill, so that you can take her place as the greatest duellist of your cohort. If she is interested in further collaboration, it could develop into a true alliance. With Seyra on your side, there’d be no one who could challenge the pair of you. The rest of the class would be seething with jealousy, not just your clear superiority, but how the wonderous Arkanian wishes to spend her time with you. Perhaps you can get sent on more missions together. You haven’t forgotten how she looked in the skimpy disguise you picked out for her; maybe you could convince her to do something similar, given the previous success. Memories of the image have been the frequent subject for many of your more pleasant dreams.Walking back to your room, you see Ryn Sol approaching, calling out with a casual “Hi.”“Hello, Vulfstahn,” The Chagrian smiles at you in a polite manner that contains his usual lack of warmth. “Oh. I have something you might be interested in. Free of charge. There are two ships bound to our humble planet infested with shadow creatures. One will depart to Umbara, taking any Acolyte hungry for glory or death to the front line of the contested planet. The other to our capital, Solace. Why, I don’t know.”
Standing outside in the courtyard, you are surrounded by your fellow students. Yira is characteristically close to you. On the platform overseeing the students is Lord N’we, flanked by the other Sith Lords. Behind them is Hela, who scowls at you through the crowd, not appreciating you shirking on your deal to support her when she calls you. Well, that is one bridge burnt; there will be others to burn in the future. No point thinking too much about it. Two new figures stand upon the stage, one a Sith in the typical midnight-black robes, the other a Sith Navy officer in dress uniform.“Students,” Lord N’we calls out. “I have much news for you. Firstly, I know you have noticed Lord Tyus missing. Sadly, he is deceased. We are still investigating the cause. I sent a request for a replacement for him, but due to the stresses of the war, we may be missing our Keeper of Artefacts and Lord of Scrolls for some time. Apprentice Hela has declined the generous offer of taking over the role, which vexes me.”“Moving on, we have two guests, both with offers.” N’we continues, waving to the two new figures. “First, there is Sith Lord Furghast. I shall allow him to speak for himself.”“Thank you, Lord N’we,” Furghast bows his head in a respectful manner, but not overly so to the point of submission. “I have come to invite you all to Solace. As I’m sure you all well know, the Conquest Games are beginning in a month, and we invite all you students to perform in these events. If you want to represent your school and yourself in front of trillions, against your peers, come with me to Solace.”Furghast is referring to the games that are held every five years in the capital. Acolytes perform in a series of games that are typically non-lethal, but accidents do happen, to showcase their academy’s skills and speak to the exceptionalism of their abilities. It has become heavily televised, and you remember watching them with keen interest when you were trapped as a rube on the space station. There is also a second part for Attached Apprentices who have lost their masters. Unlike with the Acolytes, their competitions are most lethal, ending in a slew of deaths, and the victors are poached by watching Sith Lords.
“I, too, will be joining those of you that wish to take part. Secondly, here is Marine Major Alarn.” N’we waves to the officer.“Thank you all for your attention. I, too, have an offer for all students. I am travelling to Umbara, seeking those who wish to earn glory on the battlefield. This war is a hard one with many great Sith falling. But with harsh times, there are opportunities to shine. Come with me, help me turn the tide of this painful ground war. Display your great skill through deed, in a way that truly affects the Sith Empire we all share. Become a war hero and gain more attention and prestige than any athlete could.”“Let us not attack each other, Alarn,” N’we warns at him with irritation plain on his features. “Students, the choice is yours. It is one of the other. There will be no staying behind, time to show the empire why you are one of the greats.”>Conquest Games – You have always wanted to see the capital with all its beauty, and you don’t want to die forgotten in some field.>Umbara – If you want one of the many Sith Lords to notice you, this gives you the greatest opportunity to spread your name and hone your skills in the fires of war.
>>6372760Hmm, Hera is a burnt bridge but that's fine.She's an asset lost but not irreplicable. Does mean we need new avenue's into the hall of knowledge.Hmm. I think this should also be taken into consideration, we have the ghost watching us. And the conquest games don't really offer us much in the way of glory, power or influence, just fame.>Umbara>"Well Yira, lets enjoy some of the pleasure world of Umbara. . or whatever other drivel we will be fed."Take our lacky.
>>6372760Okay let's break this down, Conquest games has>Seyra (Probably)>The chance to get a master>Intersith relations>ExposureHowever it also has>Seyras lightsaber (probably)>Intercompetitor intrigues>The wildcard of a masters agenda should we gain one>ExposureOn the other hand Umbra has>A war zone to gain combat experience >Potentially our own lightsaber>external networking potential >a chance to gain clout without sponsershipIt's also >a goddamn war zone>Potentially other people's lightsabers>external politics (of which we know nothing)I'm tempted to go for Umbra simply because I suspect at this point if we were to go head to head in a competition with Seyra we'd have a very bad time against her lightsaber and Umbra strictly has a greater chance of that not happening due to its inherent nature and our developments with her even if she comes.I'll set on this a bit before I vote.>>6372769Yeah taking Yira is a good call since she's at least a warm body for us to use and at best a trustable ally.We should talk about the Seyra thing though to make sure shes not too fucked up about it and distrusting us and experiment with what we can do with mindreading on her, I'd like to try and develop better force sense with it through habitual use but we'll have to see if we can get there, the theory of it should just be an extension of reading minds just with less focus on a single mind.
>>6372760>Umbara>"Well Yira, lets enjoy some of the pleasure world of Umbara. . or whatever other drivel we will be fed.">>6372769>>6372785Well-reasoned!
Side note, I suspect Ryn sol fell in with Yvalok since they seem to share information warfare as their field of excellence so we might want to be a bit cautious with him. Now that I've said that I kinda want to leave our decision until the last possible moment to see where things land but that seems rather paranoid.
Well we have to take Yira with us either way for sure; she's more likely to die in a war-zone, but then again she's also likely to be targeted by any enemies we'll make in the Acolyte Games. Hard choice, perhaps we should ask the Major what HVTs we might be able to earn glory against on Umbara?
>>6372760>>6372769 +1
>>6372808Either use her or have her be used against us again like Yvalok did.It still bugs me to shit that I can read more sith motivation from Seyra than Yira, like if she's this poorly motivated as a Sith how the fuck did she come back from that assasination mission?
>>6372760>Conquest Games – You have always wanted to see the capital with all its beauty, and you don’t want to die forgotten in some field.
>>6372760>Umbara – If you want one of the many Sith Lords to notice you, this gives you the greatest opportunity to spread your name and hone your skills in the fires of war.
>>6372865>>6372808>>6372785Yira is a normal person trying to adjust to something as fucked up as sithhood.And you wanna take her to a war bad enough that they're coming here for half trained acolytes they're going to throw at the Republic armed with swords and harsh language?That's cruelty for its own sake...But Umbara is probably the play, we had a vision of a war when touching the Rose, an old sith to impress and quite frankly I'd give us better odds there then in the academy.But be smart about it, we can approach Seyra and say something like."Bet you I would do more on Umbara then you. What do you say, you watch my back and I watch yours and in the end we both come out the other side drenched in gore and glory"Because she isn't going to be able to turn down that kind of challenge, a grand way to settle who is the better sith between us. And the marine, they sent a soldier instead of a sith! Is going to be desperate enough that we can haggle and sign up as, and remain, a team.
>>6372760>Umbara – If you want one of the many Sith Lords to notice you, this gives you the greatest opportunity to spread your name and hone your skills in the fires of war.Can we work out something with our shade-cloak and Force to turn invisible?
>>6372760>>Umbara – If you want one of the many Sith Lords to notice you, this gives you the greatest opportunity to spread your name and hone your skills in the fires of war.I dont want games, I want WAR.
>>6372894She's a normal person who has survived the herd thinning to less than thirty sith apprentices and that makes me more more nervous about her being "normal" at the point where the teachers have been cultivating their students potential and connection to the dark side.
>>6372913Sure, Sure.But most people are going to be more or less normal, most acolytes are going to be normal.And then you reach the outliers in the top threeA man trained from childhood to be sithA talented, driven, violent psychoA weird alien walking around in a literal skin cloak.She probably has a lot more capacity for violence now then when she got out of the forest tired, scared and bruised.That doesn't make her a monologueing monster, it just means she's gone through bootcamp with some added political indoctrination
I like the team idea anon, we should ask the other remaining acolytes who would like to work together for whichever mission we go on. I take it Seyra, Thang, & ourselves are the only standouts remaining in the class? Who are the remaining acolytes we haven't interacted with? There's also Yira, Ryn Sol, & the big guy rival to our fallen bro (RIP, PBUH).
>>6373059>I take it Seyra, Thang, & ourselves are the only standouts remaining in the class? Who are the remaining acolytes we haven't interacted with?There were a few others that you were going to interact with if you went to the capital. As it seems you are going to be sent off into the meat grinder, only a couple of students will be going with you and none of them will be the bigger names.
>>6373063fools, the lack of oversight on a battlefield is a great advantage to our studiesPLUS SALVAGE!
>>6373063>None of them will be the bigger namesSee I assumed as much, hence why we should bait Seyra, if the anons agree with me, since I very much doubt she'd be able to look us in the eye and say "Sorry Vulf, I'm way to scared and not confident enough in my ability to tag along to Umbara" >>6373059Thank you. But I don't think there are that many who are dumb to go and good enough to stand half a chance of survival. Definetly not Thang, Sol also strikes me as the "not an absolute idiot" kind. Basically I doubt anyone but us or Seyra has a chance, but together it would actually be doable. Perhaps even possible. Worst outcome is that she still says no and we get to call her a pansy princess.
>>6372894>That's cruelty for its own sake...It we leave her here, our rivals and Yvalok will target her, most likely. It won't necessarily be safer than war, where she isn't a specific target of anyone in particular, and where we can keep an eye on her.
>>6373072I'm fine to bait her.Add >Bait the crazy bitch to >>6372769
Roll a single 1d100 to convince Seyra, 70 or higher.
Rolled 47 (1d100)>>6373088BAIT
Rolled 68 (1d100)>>6373088
>>6373096I thought you wanted to be the best, Seyra. I thought you wanted to impress, Seyra. I didn't think you were such a fragile flower, Seyra.
Got poisoned, I'll try to do two updates tomorrow.
