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Sitting alone within his private meditation chamber, Rish contemplated his last adventure. At first he would not actually call it much of an adventure more like a nightmare due to the fact his mother had passed away in his arms while his lover watched on. His quest to gain peace of mind and settle his transgressions ended up just giving him another reason to spite humans. The slavers he had slaughtered like livestock were all the same. Humans who gave their race a bad name.
He couldn't look past the bad name they were creating. To him every human was a selfish piece if trash in the galaxy. Each human that fell to his saber made the pain slowly but surely disappear. But it was only a matter of time before the pain would resurface. Rish decided that enough was enough. If he allowed this pain to rule him it would only consume him. The teachings of the Bogan would embrace such feelings and emotions but there were time where one simply had to put them aside for the sake of their own well being.
Standing up, Rish picked up his outer robe and headed out. Today he was meeting a young acolyte by the name of Cecilia. Apparently there was some type of transgression with this Cecilia and two other trainers. If she was trouble, Rish would have to straighten her out it seemed. Standing within the main hall next to a great obelisk, Rish waited patiently for his new student. It had been so long since he had trained a young new comer. Back during his days as a crusader, Rish was one of the prime Crusaders who trained the blood of the Order. Some of which went beyond his own rank.
The most notable member was Nathaniel whom which joined the renowned ranks of the DarkSaber. But recently he had been slain by the Jedi which struck a cord within his heart. Nathanial reached his potential only to be struck down but if Rish had the chance to kill the Jedi whom had slain one of his brightest students he would have no second thoughts.
He couldn't look past the bad name they were creating. To him every human was a selfish piece if trash in the galaxy. Each human that fell to his saber made the pain slowly but surely disappear. But it was only a matter of time before the pain would resurface. Rish decided that enough was enough. If he allowed this pain to rule him it would only consume him. The teachings of the Bogan would embrace such feelings and emotions but there were time where one simply had to put them aside for the sake of their own well being.
Standing up, Rish picked up his outer robe and headed out. Today he was meeting a young acolyte by the name of Cecilia. Apparently there was some type of transgression with this Cecilia and two other trainers. If she was trouble, Rish would have to straighten her out it seemed. Standing within the main hall next to a great obelisk, Rish waited patiently for his new student. It had been so long since he had trained a young new comer. Back during his days as a crusader, Rish was one of the prime Crusaders who trained the blood of the Order. Some of which went beyond his own rank.
The most notable member was Nathaniel whom which joined the renowned ranks of the DarkSaber. But recently he had been slain by the Jedi which struck a cord within his heart. Nathanial reached his potential only to be struck down but if Rish had the chance to kill the Jedi whom had slain one of his brightest students he would have no second thoughts.