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A quiet 'thud' sounded next to Rogoma, and a slight amount of dust rose into the air and settled itself back onto the ground. At first it would appear as though these things had occurred by themselves, though as he re-materialized, it would be revealed that Xanthus had caused the phenomenon by jumping onto the ground in front of the doorway...from the direction of the stone forest. "That was rather well done, Apprentice." He commented as he began to dust himself off. Though he was not breathing hard, there was a slight sheen of sweat on Xanthus's body. Combined with the evident landing after Rogoma had already made it to the doorway, one could come to the conclusion that he had not been waiting at the doorway as he had led his Apprentice to believe he would. In reality, he had been following closely beside the young Acolyte, though he allowed that fact to hang in silence between them rather than speak the thought aloud. Instead, he walked through the doorway with a small smile and assumed that Rogoma would be keeping pace with him.
"Clever of you, drawing the one to where it would launch itself to its own demise. The Tuk'ata will not forget you, though whether they fear or respect you now is entirely up for debate...perhaps it's a bit of both? It is not every man who could have run that little gauntlet." As he talked, Xanthus was walking through a final tunnel. This one lacked light crystals, though it hardly needed them as it was only a few meters long. The door behind them had sealed as soon as the Master and Apprentice had walked through, but another had opened further inside. This one emitted its own light, light from ancient Sith runic markings. There was another path however, one that was marked by a flight of stairs that ascended clearly into the cold air of the surface; the air was cooler in this tunnel and much more fresh. It smelled of the cold that was outside, and the warmth from the lava room was all that kept this area from being freezing cold. The stairway to heaven was not the path that they were taking yet, however. "I congratulate you, Rogoma Wadika. As I said, that was your final test. You are my Apprentice in truth, and from this day until you are a Crusader I will ensure that you grow in power in some way or another. Now then, there is something that I require the aid of an Apprentice to do. You see, we are not alone in this tomb, and I would like to know what has taken up residence in this lair in my absence. It is beyond this doorway, and we are going to kill it." Removing a lightsaber from his belt, Xanthus handed the deadly tool to Rogoma and equipped himself with one of his own. The blade that he had handed his Apprentice was the crimson lightsaber that he had won by defeating an assassin sent after another of his Apprentices; it had been that act that had gained him his second student. It only seemed appropriate that it perhaps be used by the fifth. "This will be the one time that you use someone else weapon. After this is over, we make your personal lightsaber. Put that training blade away. Apprentices don't use training blades anymore. On that note, get ready, as I have no idea what's behind this door." And with that, Xanthus opened the door.
"Clever of you, drawing the one to where it would launch itself to its own demise. The Tuk'ata will not forget you, though whether they fear or respect you now is entirely up for debate...perhaps it's a bit of both? It is not every man who could have run that little gauntlet." As he talked, Xanthus was walking through a final tunnel. This one lacked light crystals, though it hardly needed them as it was only a few meters long. The door behind them had sealed as soon as the Master and Apprentice had walked through, but another had opened further inside. This one emitted its own light, light from ancient Sith runic markings. There was another path however, one that was marked by a flight of stairs that ascended clearly into the cold air of the surface; the air was cooler in this tunnel and much more fresh. It smelled of the cold that was outside, and the warmth from the lava room was all that kept this area from being freezing cold. The stairway to heaven was not the path that they were taking yet, however. "I congratulate you, Rogoma Wadika. As I said, that was your final test. You are my Apprentice in truth, and from this day until you are a Crusader I will ensure that you grow in power in some way or another. Now then, there is something that I require the aid of an Apprentice to do. You see, we are not alone in this tomb, and I would like to know what has taken up residence in this lair in my absence. It is beyond this doorway, and we are going to kill it." Removing a lightsaber from his belt, Xanthus handed the deadly tool to Rogoma and equipped himself with one of his own. The blade that he had handed his Apprentice was the crimson lightsaber that he had won by defeating an assassin sent after another of his Apprentices; it had been that act that had gained him his second student. It only seemed appropriate that it perhaps be used by the fifth. "This will be the one time that you use someone else weapon. After this is over, we make your personal lightsaber. Put that training blade away. Apprentices don't use training blades anymore. On that note, get ready, as I have no idea what's behind this door." And with that, Xanthus opened the door.