A holocron. The word swirled in Zorya's thoughts, gaining substance and form as Azar uttered it. It was somewhat relieving to engage with him in this direct manner, their conversation untainted by the habitual barriers of language and interpretation.
"In the ruins of the academy, we found naught but time-ravaged relics and shadows of what once was," Zorya responded, her voice, rich and resonant, filled the ethereal space between them. "We unearthed no holocron, Sith or otherwise." The once-majestic halls had been concealed beneath layers of rubble and entropy. It had taken considerable effort from half a dozen robust construction droids to lay bare its hidden mysteries, and yet a holocron was not amongst the treasures revealed.
As her thoughts meandered, so did a litany of questions: Was there a particular holocron they sought? Would any holocron serve? And, most significantly, was it still buried within the labyrinthine depths of the academy? Could it have been plundered, or perhaps sequestered by the Brotherhood of Darkness upon their exit? Such uncertainties began to morph the very fabric of this mental realm, her ponderings giving birth to ethereal tendrils of smoke.
She observed, intrigued, as her thoughts seemed to take physical form within this realm, wisps of smoke coalescing into tangible specters. An idea sparked within her – an audacious hypothesis, perhaps, yet worth exploring. Focusing her mind, she began to manipulate the ethereal smoke, coaxing it to form the characteristic pyramid of a Sith holocron.
"Azar," she began, her thoughts punctuated by the reshaping of her psychic constructs, "tell me everything you discerned about this holocron. I seek not the tales told in ancient scrolls, but the wisdom devised from your own observations." As she spoke, the phantom pyramid in her hands began to take on a solid, if not yet tangible, form, reflecting the shimmering light of their surreal surroundings.
@Sreeya
//Rolled a 13/20.
"In the ruins of the academy, we found naught but time-ravaged relics and shadows of what once was," Zorya responded, her voice, rich and resonant, filled the ethereal space between them. "We unearthed no holocron, Sith or otherwise." The once-majestic halls had been concealed beneath layers of rubble and entropy. It had taken considerable effort from half a dozen robust construction droids to lay bare its hidden mysteries, and yet a holocron was not amongst the treasures revealed.
As her thoughts meandered, so did a litany of questions: Was there a particular holocron they sought? Would any holocron serve? And, most significantly, was it still buried within the labyrinthine depths of the academy? Could it have been plundered, or perhaps sequestered by the Brotherhood of Darkness upon their exit? Such uncertainties began to morph the very fabric of this mental realm, her ponderings giving birth to ethereal tendrils of smoke.
She observed, intrigued, as her thoughts seemed to take physical form within this realm, wisps of smoke coalescing into tangible specters. An idea sparked within her – an audacious hypothesis, perhaps, yet worth exploring. Focusing her mind, she began to manipulate the ethereal smoke, coaxing it to form the characteristic pyramid of a Sith holocron.
"Azar," she began, her thoughts punctuated by the reshaping of her psychic constructs, "tell me everything you discerned about this holocron. I seek not the tales told in ancient scrolls, but the wisdom devised from your own observations." As she spoke, the phantom pyramid in her hands began to take on a solid, if not yet tangible, form, reflecting the shimmering light of their surreal surroundings.
@Sreeya
//Rolled a 13/20.