Ossus, 17:12 Local Time
Jedi Temple Ruins
Part of Korsak's heart always broke when wandering through vast ruins such as those on Ossus. While he had no particular love for the Jedi, he had no real contempt for them either, and thinking of how much had been lost in the Temple's sack still touched a sensitive part of his soul. The loss of knowledge was always something to be mourned, no matter what the source.
But the young Amaran Sith Eternal had not come to the decrepit ruins of the Jedi stronghold simply to grieve and reminisce, he had come to probe the depths of the ancient temple in the hopes of finding something that had not been plundered by treasure hunters, sealed away by archeologists, or taken by the new order. While he was sure most if not all of the real artifacts had been taken from the temple, he had a way of turning even the most mundane looking objects into historical marvels, psychometry. Korsak was gifted in the art of reading the past in objects, and even faint impressions in the Force could be useful if one knew how to extrapolate information and search for further answers. To an inquisitive mind, knowledge always begat knowledge.
Unfortunately for Korsak, his journey through the cavernous halls of the old temple had begat Jack-diddly-kriff, and Jack was starting to lose his temper. It seemed that the relic hunters and the Jedi worshippers truly had stripped this temple down to the bones, it even appeared that sections of murals and wall carvings had been hacked away and carted off. This on its own had the Amaran's hackles up, but after nearly passing out from the sheer weight of the Force in the temple, he'd been forced to slip gloves on his hands and feet to avoid making contact with anything. He didn't want to fall into a vision-induced-coma right here on the floor because he'd tripped on a piece of rubble and landed square on his face. This was proving to be much harder than he first imagined...
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