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In the times of darkness, it was always good to have some measure of routine back in day to day activities. The flurry of confusion and the dead void filled what little space in the mind and left little for recollection of the past week's events. It rarely took much to destabilize an empire but for whatever reason the mind is wired such as to think that the possibility of reality crumbling around them is a distant prospect. It's a glaring weakness in but a powerful organ within the body, but nothing is entirely flawless in design.
Having relocated to the freezing wastes of Ziost was not the first thing I had in mind- indeed, due to my upbringing in the burning deserts the cold seems even more bitingly cruel to the pale flesh. Mist would frost in the air, water was never lukewarm unless heated and the feet...the extremities were oh so devoid of the usual warmth Korriban offered. If not for the loss of a home and stable foundation, then the aggressors would pay for punishing us all to the frigid wintry wonderland of Ziost. They say Pureblood tribes live here, though I cannot imagine any uncanny resemblance of natural life surviving here, least of all without any technological assistance.
Stygr, the arm of metal forcefully clamped onto the stump of the ghost of my arm would oft freeze, with a thin layer of condensation constantly breaking apart every time I moved it around- at first it seemed amusing, but the mind can take so much sounds of crackling ice before it grew ire of the shrill noise. Meditation was constantly interrupted by the sound and I grew restless with each passing day. Mayhaps I book a shuttle off to Coruscant- at least there the temperatures were bearable.
Time and time has proven however that the best method of dealing with change is by distracting oneself; what better way, might I wonder than to accumulate more fresh powers at one's arsenal of mythical powers? Not much, by a large margin of course. Seated within the vast training hall with its tables and chairs swept to the side, I sat on a chair with my cane straddled across my lap as I crossed a leg over another. My nails had required attention and it took proper care to keep it neat- with a file I began to work it with a bored expression. Sin'ryk should be arriving somewhat late- I have it on good word he's been keeping himself busy with 2 apprentices...and being in contact or one of the powers may be is a constantly demanding job. Sigh.
Having relocated to the freezing wastes of Ziost was not the first thing I had in mind- indeed, due to my upbringing in the burning deserts the cold seems even more bitingly cruel to the pale flesh. Mist would frost in the air, water was never lukewarm unless heated and the feet...the extremities were oh so devoid of the usual warmth Korriban offered. If not for the loss of a home and stable foundation, then the aggressors would pay for punishing us all to the frigid wintry wonderland of Ziost. They say Pureblood tribes live here, though I cannot imagine any uncanny resemblance of natural life surviving here, least of all without any technological assistance.
Stygr, the arm of metal forcefully clamped onto the stump of the ghost of my arm would oft freeze, with a thin layer of condensation constantly breaking apart every time I moved it around- at first it seemed amusing, but the mind can take so much sounds of crackling ice before it grew ire of the shrill noise. Meditation was constantly interrupted by the sound and I grew restless with each passing day. Mayhaps I book a shuttle off to Coruscant- at least there the temperatures were bearable.
Time and time has proven however that the best method of dealing with change is by distracting oneself; what better way, might I wonder than to accumulate more fresh powers at one's arsenal of mythical powers? Not much, by a large margin of course. Seated within the vast training hall with its tables and chairs swept to the side, I sat on a chair with my cane straddled across my lap as I crossed a leg over another. My nails had required attention and it took proper care to keep it neat- with a file I began to work it with a bored expression. Sin'ryk should be arriving somewhat late- I have it on good word he's been keeping himself busy with 2 apprentices...and being in contact or one of the powers may be is a constantly demanding job. Sigh.