- Joined
- Dec 15, 2018
- Messages
- 97
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- 107
Vrael stood from his chair with a quiet sigh, glaring a hole into the desk. Finally, it was clear and open, after many hours of work and effort. Just in time too, he had a prior engagement to address in a few minutes. Leaving his study and closing the door, Vrael turned and started down the hall. His two Massassi guards fell in behind him, one of them bearing several new scars on his face. Vrael did his best to ignore, preferring not to think about the recent mission they'd embarked on with him. The one where they'd performed rather poorly, considering their status.
They avoided him looking at him too, as was appropriate considering he had forgiven their failure fairly easily. He knew they were eagerly waiting for the day someone tried something, so that they could prove their competency once more. It was a faint hope to be sure, he wasn't going anywhere dangerous today. Well, not dangerous for him at least, the archives rarely welcomed trespassers and those unprepared for its depths. First though, he took a turn down a hall, towards a waiting chamber where he was supposed to be meeting her. Crusader Marris, who had expressed interest in studying this topic with him.
Assuming she was there, he would stop just a moment, simply motioning for her to follow him. They had much to get done and little time to do it. Leading the way, they would descend deep into the temple depths. It got bone chillingly cold as they continued, the air still as death. The force, the dark side, it was all around them, whispering in their ears. Vrael welcomed it whole heartedly, allowing it to flow through him, to soothe away the aches and pains that had begun accumulating through the years. Yes, this was where he belonged. Turning a corner, Vrael walked right into the archives, within which waited the knowledge of the Sith.
@Faded Truth