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« on: 09/16/12 04:42:54 »
The forge was finally complete and Amarant now had his sword. His excitement had reached its peak and now he held it in his hands. For an entire week he did nothing but forge weapons until he got them right. The finer details he had to leave to the weaponsmith, but the main points were all him. He forged the blade and he designed the handle. The hardest part of the process was getting the colors into it which had taken an entire day to get done, but it was worth it. The orange and red handle was perfect and the sword felt wonderful in his hands.

It was not as light as his previous weapon, but Amarant preferred a little heavier of a weapon. His legs were for speed and his arms were for strength. He felt like he could easily cut clean through a man straight from the top of his head with one full swing. But there was more to be done to it and he could not wait any longer. His eyes were baggy from lack of sleep and his body was running on its reserves and he was kept alive only by the sheer willpower he put forth and the force.

He sheathed his sword and he closed his eyes. He had to find Aeval, she was to teach him Sith Alchemy, and he was ready to learn. He had been studying what little he could on alchemy while he was having downtime at the forge, which there was plenty of. A few times he had thought about attempting it himself but he remembered Aeval warning him that the process could kill him so he waited so he could have someone at least making sure he was doing things right. His plans for the sword were ready, not he just had to find Aeval.
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« Reply #1 on: 09/19/12 05:21:58 »
The caverns beneath Endelaan were many and plenty, yet it was a rare thing that Aeval ventured into them, preferring often to be above ground, enjoying the sun and its light. But sometimes, even she knew it was time to go beneath, and today it was three girls that came down with her, aged between seven and ten. Training with the Force would begin soon for the girls, and she had already marked them for the Sorceresses. But these girls were not all that simple for the path.

"Three of you have come here with me," she said as she paused by the waterfall, her dark eyes resting against all three, her presence becoming stronger in the Force with every heart beat, "a Seer, a Sorceress, an Elementalist." Yes... She had seen the path each of them would take, if that path was permitted to create itself. And now all she needed, was the last ingredient to the meeting.

Behind the throne in the Main Hall lays a door. Enter it and walk down the stairs, she gently spoke into Amarant's mind, that is where you will find me.

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« Reply #2 on: 09/19/12 13:49:14 »
It was almost as if she knew he was searching for her, because not five minutes into his quest, he heard her in his head. He was not sure how he had lived without telepathy before but it was a very useful thing to learn. He knew where she was sending him, but he had never heard of this door she was telling him about. Endelaan was full of secrets and mystery and he was starting to find out that he had barely scratched the surface of the planet. The main hall was not so far away, so without wasting time, he started his journey.

He found the throne and it did not take him long to find the door. Normally, he would never go snooping around, but he was told to do it so he tried to act as inconspicuous as possible. He opened the door and shut it quietly behind him before looking around at the area he was in. He was not sure where he was at first, but after a few stairs down, he realized he was going underneath. He had been wanting to journey here since the day he had learned that there was an entire tomb beneath the main temple.

The sound of water slowly started to come to his ears, and about ten minutes after she had beckoned him, Amarant found himself in front of three young girls and Aeval. Amarant eyed the three curiously, but he did not stare for long, for all he knew they could crush him without a second thought. He was still not to up to date on his techniques dealing with sorceresses. He would learn though, he would not let someone be better than himself. "Whats going on?" Amarant asked in a puzzled tone, referring to the three girls he had never seen before.

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« Reply #3 on: 09/20/12 02:33:09 »
She could feel his presence as he approached, and she smiled at the girls. It would not take him long to arrive, but the few minutes would have to be appreciated to the max, and the girls sat down in a circle, holding hands with each other and communicating silently, in ways that none could understand without making their way into their young heads. Yet she had no reason to do that, and as the wait resumed, Aeval sat herself down on a stone bench, wondering if she had ever tasted so innocent.

When Amarant appeared from the stairway, Aeval rose with a smile. "Amarant deWinter," she said with a nod, and signaled for the girls to rise and stand next to each other, "three girls stand before you. One shall grow to be a Seer, one a Sorceress, and one an Elementalist. Two of them will betray your cousin. Of these, one of them will make an attempt on your life. But one girl here is truly loyal."

Walking to the stairway, she cast him a glance. "Deliver the heads of two of them to me in the lab."

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« Reply #4 on: 09/21/12 04:20:49 »
As she was talking, the harsh reality of what he was about to do was setting in, and it was obvious on his face. It must have been a surprise to the three girls also because they looked just as confused as he did. He stood very still as Aeval left, but he kept a close eye on the three girls, he did not want them to try anything funny. Though the prospect of having to kill two of them was not pleasing to Amarant, it was something he had to do if he wanted to further his training.

She mentioned that one would try and make an attempt on his life. His obvious choice was to wait for her to try and strike out at him. He was confident in his abilities, especially after his training with Ashmedai, and he was positive that even if they all three ganged up on him he would have the upper hand. His hand slid down and rested on the handle of his new weapon, Nex.

"The faster we get this done, the better, I have things to accomplish." He gently pulled the sword from its sheath and he let it dangle in front of him, the tip of the blade resting on the ground. He was going to be bloodying his sword much sooner than he had expected.

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« Reply #5 on: 09/21/12 12:03:37 »
Having heard the words of the Seer and seen the man in front of them pull the sword from its seath, the three girls stood close to each other, touching shoulder to shoulder, their little hands clasped in those of their friends. Whatever treasonous actions Aeval had spoken of, they were but mere children now, and it would be years before any of what she said could possible come to be.

Their training had barely yet begun, and the man would not bring it to an end for two of them, when there was nothing, nothing, that they had done wrong yet.

"Futures can be changed," said one of them, and her voice was trembling. The fear was all too easy to smell on the three of them. Even they had no clue who was who, or whether any of them was anyone described at all.

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« Reply #6 on: 09/24/12 02:43:47 »
Amarant could only stand there watching the three girls tremble before him. For the first time since he had started his training he actually felt like a threat to someone. Sure, they were only three little girls, but if he had been the same lazy smuggler who had come to Endelaan on day one he was convinced they would not have feared for their lives. He was no killer back then, but now, things were different. He had his taste of the dark side and he knew what it took to get more of it and this was the step he had to take to get to the next level.

"You're right,"
Amarant said gently, trying to sound as soft as possible. "There has to be a way we can all four get out of this, no?" He sheathed his sword and he took a few steps closer to the girls. Of course they flinched away but he threw his hands up "I am not going to hurt you, I promise." He inched closer until he got right up to the three girls. "Now, does anyone have any ideas?" He reached his hands up and placed them on the shoulders of two of the girls.

The ability Ashmedai had taught him let him look into the future via the force. It was blurry and not as accurate as Amarant had hoped, but it would be enough to get him through this. Instead of trying to see the future, he tried to read the currents of the force and give himself any signs that would help him choose. The two girls shoulders he had touched, the seer and the sorceress, had strong ties to the force. Both of them could have made formidable and powerful women in their own trade.

The signs were subtle, but they were enough to let him make a decision on who was to die. He opened his eyes and he looked down at the three girls who stood before him, fear still radiating from them. His sword, Nex, would be tainted with innocent blood. There was no going back from this, once it was over, he was going to be a changed man. With lightning fast quickness his sword was brought from his sheath and plunged deep into the gut of the Elementalist. The Sorceress and Seer both tried to run away, but Amarant caught the Seer, and let the Sorceress run. He ripped his sword out of the gut of the first girl and he let her fall to the ground.

The final girl could do nothing but beg and cry for her life, there was no escaping his grip. His adrenaline was pulsing through his body and he could feel the dark side all throughout him. Before, it had been faint, but now it was obvious. He put the blade up to the girls neck and listened to her beg and cry for her life. The dark side energy in him seemed to feed off of it while the last shred of humanity in him begged him to stop what he was doing. In the end, the dark side was much more powerful, and with a quick slash the girls head popped off her shoulders and hit the ground.

He stood still for a moment, looking at the scene before him, and he let it all soak in. He felt a lot different than what he thought he was going to feel after murdering two young girls. Instead of feeling guilty and empty, he felt alive and full of power. It was at that moment he realized that the dark side fed on actions like this. He looked at his sword, which was covered in blood now, and he tried to feel some sort of sadness.... but he couldn't. He was not so sure how he liked it.

He looked at the girl who was in the corner sobbing and then he looked back at the girl he had stabbed through the chest. He took his sword and quickly dismantled her head and he picked the other head up. He found a sack and he dropped them in and then he slung them over his shoulder, sword still in hand. He looked at the girl in the far corner "It gets easier, I promise." Was all he said before he made his way to the lab to Aeval.

Once there he put the sack with the two heads in front of her and he looked up to her. "May we begin now?"

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« Reply #7 on: 09/25/12 02:48:21 »
"No," Aeval replied, "but we may continue." Her time spent waiting had not been spent idly. She had known exactly what happened beneath the Forbidden Temple, had seen it all through the Force. Her presence was ever lingering, and the mysterious smile on her face revealing nothing about what may have come to be... Or may have not. "What have you accomplished, little Fighter?"

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« Reply #8 on: 09/25/12 03:36:46 »
Amarant was not angry when she said no, and if he had been, he would not have shown it. She asked him what he had accomplished and he thought it over for a moment. Maybe to her, not a lot, but to him he had accomplished more than he had ever dreamed he would. He was a skilled warrior and he could wield the force with very little difficulty. He picked things up easy and he never questioned orders. To him, that seemed like a lot, but not to someone who had accomplished as much as Aeval had.

"To you I have accomplished nothing. Why?"

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« Reply #9 on: 09/25/12 04:08:06 »
Aeval sighed. She did not like it when the Warriors thought they could fall into philosophizing with Sorceresses in general and with her specifically. "Last we parted, you were given a mission which you had to fulfill if you wished to resume learning the arts of Sith Alchemy," she explained  herself, "it has been long enough. What have you accomplished, little Fighter?"

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« Reply #10 on: 09/25/12 04:21:52 »
Well, she could have just said so. He reached for his sword and he pulled it from its sheath. The blood stains were still there from the young girls he had just massacred. He held the sword so that she could see it and he realized how proud he was of it. "I forged many swords, day and night, and finally came up with this. Its name is Nex and it is almost perfect."

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« Reply #11 on: 09/25/12 04:39:40 »
"The word almost means it is not," Aeval commented, but nodded. It didn't matter though; she had not expected it to be perfect, and she would be truly colored surprised if even Amarant would call it perfect before he attained the level of Warrior. "Of all the things we discussed previously," she resumed, "what have you chosen to put within your sword? What is in it that makes it... Yours?"
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« Reply #12 on: 10/09/12 09:04:32 »
Amarant had been thinking about what he was going to put into the sword. After a little research into Alchemy, he came up for a few ideas, and he hoped they would be alright. He read about many different styles of Sith swords, but he had come to a conclusion on one, and his sword had been modeled after it. "I wish to put my own blood into it." A sacrifice of some sort was required, and his own blood, would seal the sword to him. It would officially be his sword no matter who owned it. 

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« Reply #13 on: 10/11/12 05:42:08 »
Aeval nodded. Not uncommon choice, and a good one as any when it came to the first ingredient. She had little doubt that Amarant would not choose to add yet more things as time progressed, but now was not the time to mention as such; for all that was concerned, the next item may might not even be added for a decade to come.

Closing the distance between the two, her hand came up, shamelessly as it came to rest against his chest, feeling the heart beat beneath the armor and cloth he wore. "You must tap into the Force as you chant," she said, and her fingers began to tap to the rhythm of his heart. Tap, tap, tap... "Let it be part of the chant, weave it as you perform the deed."

Granted, it was  an ability that Sorceresses more often picked up for the mere fact that doing as such was second nature to them. But she had faith that Amarant would master the ability... Given enough time.

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« Reply #14 on: 10/23/12 05:20:26 »
At first he was distracted by her tapping on his chest, but he was good at blocking things out, and before he knew it his eyes were shut and the chanting had begun. He knew the chants from his studies during the period he had been waiting. It was, however, the first time they had actually come out of his mouth and it felt strange sliding off his tongue. He got used to it quickly, though, and before he knew it he was surrounded by the force, so to speak.

He reached for his knife, the time to shed blood had come, and he quickly sliced his hand. There was a place on the blade that would hold his blood and he quickly clicked it open. He squeezed his hand so that it would pour out quicker and his blood seeped into the sword. Then, out of nowhere, something happened. He felt something tugging at him through the force, like it was pulling him towards something.

He realized quickly it was his energy being sealed to the sword and he did not fight it, but he kept his mind alert in case anything went awry. Before he knew it, the feeling went away, but he kept chanting. He had to finish the chant and close out the forces he had opened. Leaving a gateway like that open was never a good thing, and could often result in death, if one was not careful. After a few more moments, he was finished, and he opened his eyes to gaze upon his new sword.

It looked the same, but it was forever binded to him, and during the forging process he had made it to where the sword could store his own energy for him to tap into should he need it. That was the tugging feeling he felt during the chanting. He reached down and grabbed his sword, blood still staining his hands, and he looked at it with wide eyed admiration. "That wasn't so hard." He said, hiding the fact that he felt like he had been hit by a train.

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« Reply #15 on: 11/11/12 00:09:04 »
Aeval had stood by silently as the chanting happened. She had no need to be more part of it than she already was. After all, this was going to be Amarant's sword, not hers. Time passed, but her patience was nearly eternal, and when Amarant's eyes opened, she nodded once. There was no need for further words on the subject.

Silently though, her presence within the Force masked, the little girl entered the lab from the side door. In her hands she clutched the knife. Everyone, she girl knew, everyone was always tired after being with Aeval long enough. And now was her chance to slash at him, kill the one who had killed her friends. This was the time to bring the old days of blood back; this would be the time to kill the outsider called Amarant.

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« Reply #16 on: 05/30/13 09:49:07 »
Amarant, please with what he had accomplished, looked his sword over before lifting it and feeling its weight. It did not feel different than before, but he knew it had more power now, it had slayed another being and it was ready for use. He played with it for a few seconds, completely unaware of the girl who had survived his brutal attack sneaking up on him, he swung his sword through the air a few times even though he was already familiar with its weight. Suddenly, her mask hidden through the force, but not from Amarant. He spun around just in time as she lunged at him with the knife, his reflexes fast, he caught he wrist just as it was about to pierce his gut. He twisted her arm, forcing the knife to fly from her hands, and with his knee his sent a powerful blow directly into her chest.

Showing off his strength, he lifted the girl into the air only by her wrist, and he brought her swinging to the ground with crushing force. She landed on her back and he pulled his sword from his sheath and he put it at the now whimpering girls neck. She was gasping for air and trying to cry out in pain, but the blows had done their jobs, she would not be moving. "I allowed you to live, and you try to attack me like a coward?" Anger surged through him, anger like he had not known before, the murders he had committed had stained him and he could already fill it. "Why shouldn't I kill you? One reason, that's all I need."

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« Reply #17 on: 05/30/13 21:01:37 »
Aeval saw no reason to interfere. Killing one another was something wide spread amongst the Sith in the Galaxy, and despite the near communion the people of Endelaan lived in, it was not unheard of on the planet either. The corners of her mouth curled into the smallest of smiles as she watched the display.

The girl, caught by Amarant, had to fight to breathe. Punches in the chest tended to do that to people. And now he had her arm twisted, her body as well, holding, and her own eyes flashed. "There is no cowardice in vengeance," she hissed at him, her voice sounding old beyond her years, "there is no cowardice in punishing you for having chosen so wrongly," she resumed. Strained in her position, thre was little she could do but look up, up at the ceiling of the cave in which they were, and her concentration flowed to it, freeing first pebbles and then rocks,bringing the ceiling to rain upon Amarant's head. 
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« Reply #18 on: 05/31/13 07:20:13 »
Amarant, fueled by bloodlust, was close to ending her with a quick thrust of his sword. The ceiling began to shake and he looked up to see it crumbling down on top of him. His speed and reaction time was much better than it had been when he had first come to the planet, he was no longer a weak man with a sword, but instead a agile and worthy opponent. As the rubble came crashing down, Amarant leaped backwards, quickly getting out of the way of the falling rocks. When he was enough out of range that he could use a counter attack, he lifted his hand towards the ceiling, and he brought down even more rubble that would fall down on top of the injured female.

"There is death in vengeance, and you now know it."
Amarant kept Nex clutched in his hands, ready to deliver the killing blow should she emerge from the rubble, but he did not think it would be possible. He could feel her life force slowly fading away, hopefully, she was suffering for her transgressions. His rage was almost unable to control, it felt good, he did not want to control it. He felt stronger, more alive, like he could take on the world even though he knew he could not. "What else is there for me to know? Have I completed my task?"

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« Reply #19 on: 06/03/13 03:13:17 »
What thought or emotions went through Aeval's mind and body as she watched, not a single flicker of them showed itself on her face. She contemplated as she watched the child and the boy deal with each other, and offered not even a blink when one's flame of life was extinguished.

"You have," she said, her tone even and lacking in emotion, "wield your sword with care, for as every warrior knows, it is an extension of you."