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ILUM: THE SACELLUM OF THE SITH
1000 Hours
@EmilyHuene ; @One For Sorrow [/fancybox2]
Ilum's icy temperament makes travelling to the Sacellum difficult on foot. Ships can land nearby though not directly near the temple itself which has been carved into the foot of one of its many glacial landscapes. Those familiar with its location have been granted access to its Secret Hangar which is also carefully constructed in the mountain side. Built with the finest Imperial design available, this temple is a glorious tribute to the Empire and all those under her command.
There are two parts to the Sacellum's inner halls: the temple itself and the inner sanctum. At the front of the temple's main hall stands its holy altar where the Head Priestess would bless and give communion to her followers. The long narrow halls of the temple work as tunnels in the cavern's of Ilum. There are many corridors that lead all the up into to the peak of the mountain where it is coldest. There are many private inner chambers in which one can pray, whereas one might simply wish to sit in the halls and stare at the beauty of the inner caverns.
One of these inner chambers is where Eriana Fox, The Confessor and head matron of the Sacellum, had taken her new apprentice. Unlike her usual attire of Sith robes and armor, she was wearing barely anything. Deciding that the two of them would be training today, she'd taken to putting on nothing more than a black tank top and pleather leggings though the pants were not all that different from the ones of her armor; they were simply made of a shiny material that only served to protect her from the cold. Though, in this temperature -even with the minimal heating from the furnaces- it was astounding how she was not shivering to the core. That was a scary thing about Eriana: she never seemed cold. Even when she plunged herself into the frozen waters in the lake under the temple.
Although Eriana was not wearing it currently, she had brought her white cloak with her which was now folded on a small, wooden, wicker table by the door. Over the top of them were her curved lightsaber hilts that never left her side no matter what. It wasn't so much a fear of being attacked (although that was always on her mind) she simply couldn't bare to be away from them for they were basically a part of her, as they always have been. Any other Sith would likely tell you the same only that she had a more emotional connection to hers. That was not as common.
The Confessor had woken up early that morning, a fact evident by the no-longer steaming cup of caff she'd brought with her into this meditation chamber. The cup still had a little juice left in it but she wasn't about to drink it cold so it was left behind and forgotten. She'd spent this time while the drink cooled seated in the middle of the stone room, kneeling gently on a pillow. Eriana liked to meditate, to feel the Force throughout her. And here, in this place on Ilum, the Dark side could not be avoided. It tainted the very air they breathed and was like a miasma for it was so thick. Here, her apprentice would really feel the Force as he'd never felt before.
"I'm sure you're wondering what we're doing today," she spoke as her apprentice approached from behind her. "But I'm sorry to say that your hopes of building a saber will not come so soon."
When Eriana had asked Talo -or rather decided for him- to be her apprentice, she'd handed him one of her lightsabers. It was not a permanent thing; she merely wished for him to feel the power it held and see what it was like to handle one. In time he would pick a crystal from down below and build a weapon that suited him. But first, Eriana Fox had other things for her eager friend. Placed on the ground in front of her knees were eight stones. They were all the same shape and size, and labeled with tiny etches numbering them one through eight.
"Come and kneel with me. Let your mind clear and reflect upon what I am about to show you."
Once Talo had gotten seated, the blind Sith would move her hands in her lap to be palm-up and flat against her thighs. One by one the rocks would all start to rise until they were all four inches off the ground. Then, the second rock would move another four inches higher; the rest followed. The third rock another four inches; the remaining rocks continued to climb. This repeated until all eight rocks had been raised an equal set of distance away from one another. None of them were shaking, the movements were clean and crisp. It was almost like they'd been pulled by strings or something else for her control over the Force was just that precise.
"To be a Force user, doesn't just mean knowing how to fight. Nor is it just pushing things with your mind. Some will tell you that being a Sith is about power. That it's about controlling the world around you. And it is wrong. The Dark side is a gift. We have been blessed by divine power that makes us greater than most. It allows us to influence things around us and make real change to the world we live in. But, in doing so, it is crucial that we must serve the Force's will. Not our own. To do this, you must have control over yourself, your emotions, and your greed.
"The Dark can be a terrible influence. Many have fallen and tainted themselves in their emotions and it cursed them. I have fought demons on this very system who'd been so corrupted within the Force they were unrecognizable. I do not want this to happen to you. In my care I will show you how to do amazing things, and in my lessons you will find truth."
Slowly, the rocks would all come back down. The eighth rock leveled with the seventh and then both descended at the same time, moving to the sixth and so it moved equally with the others. And so on and so forth. Until all eight rocks had been gently come to rest on the stone floor once more. Eriana then took a deep breath and flexed her hands before clasping them back in her lap like she had before.
"I do not expect you to have this level of control as I do. Nor do I honestly think you will ever have the time to practice it like I have. I spent many years alone and in isolation so all I did was train. But this is where we will start. Take your time. Feel the rocks. See if you can lift even one."
He might note how she didn't actually explain how to do that, nor would she if he asked. This was his task to figure out and she would give him no clues. She'd already shown to her apprentice what it was like to be without the Force; a gift not even she knew. With this knowledge and this understanding of what was there beyond his own eyes, he should be able to at least move the rocks.
ILUM: THE SACELLUM OF THE SITH
1000 Hours
@EmilyHuene ; @One For Sorrow [/fancybox2]
Ilum's icy temperament makes travelling to the Sacellum difficult on foot. Ships can land nearby though not directly near the temple itself which has been carved into the foot of one of its many glacial landscapes. Those familiar with its location have been granted access to its Secret Hangar which is also carefully constructed in the mountain side. Built with the finest Imperial design available, this temple is a glorious tribute to the Empire and all those under her command.
There are two parts to the Sacellum's inner halls: the temple itself and the inner sanctum. At the front of the temple's main hall stands its holy altar where the Head Priestess would bless and give communion to her followers. The long narrow halls of the temple work as tunnels in the cavern's of Ilum. There are many corridors that lead all the up into to the peak of the mountain where it is coldest. There are many private inner chambers in which one can pray, whereas one might simply wish to sit in the halls and stare at the beauty of the inner caverns.
One of these inner chambers is where Eriana Fox, The Confessor and head matron of the Sacellum, had taken her new apprentice. Unlike her usual attire of Sith robes and armor, she was wearing barely anything. Deciding that the two of them would be training today, she'd taken to putting on nothing more than a black tank top and pleather leggings though the pants were not all that different from the ones of her armor; they were simply made of a shiny material that only served to protect her from the cold. Though, in this temperature -even with the minimal heating from the furnaces- it was astounding how she was not shivering to the core. That was a scary thing about Eriana: she never seemed cold. Even when she plunged herself into the frozen waters in the lake under the temple.
Although Eriana was not wearing it currently, she had brought her white cloak with her which was now folded on a small, wooden, wicker table by the door. Over the top of them were her curved lightsaber hilts that never left her side no matter what. It wasn't so much a fear of being attacked (although that was always on her mind) she simply couldn't bare to be away from them for they were basically a part of her, as they always have been. Any other Sith would likely tell you the same only that she had a more emotional connection to hers. That was not as common.
The Confessor had woken up early that morning, a fact evident by the no-longer steaming cup of caff she'd brought with her into this meditation chamber. The cup still had a little juice left in it but she wasn't about to drink it cold so it was left behind and forgotten. She'd spent this time while the drink cooled seated in the middle of the stone room, kneeling gently on a pillow. Eriana liked to meditate, to feel the Force throughout her. And here, in this place on Ilum, the Dark side could not be avoided. It tainted the very air they breathed and was like a miasma for it was so thick. Here, her apprentice would really feel the Force as he'd never felt before.
"I'm sure you're wondering what we're doing today," she spoke as her apprentice approached from behind her. "But I'm sorry to say that your hopes of building a saber will not come so soon."
When Eriana had asked Talo -or rather decided for him- to be her apprentice, she'd handed him one of her lightsabers. It was not a permanent thing; she merely wished for him to feel the power it held and see what it was like to handle one. In time he would pick a crystal from down below and build a weapon that suited him. But first, Eriana Fox had other things for her eager friend. Placed on the ground in front of her knees were eight stones. They were all the same shape and size, and labeled with tiny etches numbering them one through eight.
"Come and kneel with me. Let your mind clear and reflect upon what I am about to show you."
Once Talo had gotten seated, the blind Sith would move her hands in her lap to be palm-up and flat against her thighs. One by one the rocks would all start to rise until they were all four inches off the ground. Then, the second rock would move another four inches higher; the rest followed. The third rock another four inches; the remaining rocks continued to climb. This repeated until all eight rocks had been raised an equal set of distance away from one another. None of them were shaking, the movements were clean and crisp. It was almost like they'd been pulled by strings or something else for her control over the Force was just that precise.
"To be a Force user, doesn't just mean knowing how to fight. Nor is it just pushing things with your mind. Some will tell you that being a Sith is about power. That it's about controlling the world around you. And it is wrong. The Dark side is a gift. We have been blessed by divine power that makes us greater than most. It allows us to influence things around us and make real change to the world we live in. But, in doing so, it is crucial that we must serve the Force's will. Not our own. To do this, you must have control over yourself, your emotions, and your greed.
"The Dark can be a terrible influence. Many have fallen and tainted themselves in their emotions and it cursed them. I have fought demons on this very system who'd been so corrupted within the Force they were unrecognizable. I do not want this to happen to you. In my care I will show you how to do amazing things, and in my lessons you will find truth."
Slowly, the rocks would all come back down. The eighth rock leveled with the seventh and then both descended at the same time, moving to the sixth and so it moved equally with the others. And so on and so forth. Until all eight rocks had been gently come to rest on the stone floor once more. Eriana then took a deep breath and flexed her hands before clasping them back in her lap like she had before.
"I do not expect you to have this level of control as I do. Nor do I honestly think you will ever have the time to practice it like I have. I spent many years alone and in isolation so all I did was train. But this is where we will start. Take your time. Feel the rocks. See if you can lift even one."
He might note how she didn't actually explain how to do that, nor would she if he asked. This was his task to figure out and she would give him no clues. She'd already shown to her apprentice what it was like to be without the Force; a gift not even she knew. With this knowledge and this understanding of what was there beyond his own eyes, he should be able to at least move the rocks.
