Whill Shaman Dažbog
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Post by Whill Shaman Dažbog on May 29, 2013 12:35:17 GMT -8
A sunken basin lined with a walkway serves as a place to practice centering exercises. Jedi can meditate in the basin while others stand above on the walkway observing their apprentices or just passing into other parts of the Praxeum. The passersby serve as an extra distraction to aid in teaching how to block out everything.
The meditation chamber can be sealed for privacy, but the Praxeum instructors cannot be locked out. An extra security measure for hostile Younglings.
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Dav Man'Sell
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Post by Dav Man'Sell on Jul 26, 2013 3:56:54 GMT -8
Sunk deep in the flows of the Force, the man's forehead suddenly furrowed with a weighty frown. Out, across the stars, not terribly far from Ossus, there was a great bubbling hostility, an anger and violence that unsettled the flow of the Force in a most profound way. There was hurt. Pain. Death, even.
This was not a cataclysmic event, not a single, one-off slaughter of the masses like Alderaan or Sernpidal or Carida; this had a less intense, more perpetual sense. And an oddly balanced one - great, unpleasant, unhinged anger and intent, clashing against resolute, determined, yet wearied vessels of light. The bubbling heat of violence seemed to be nearly constant, a continual battle. In his long hours of his meditation, somewhere around six or seven straight hours in the chamber now (though, to him, the length of time was as much a mystery as it was irrelevant), this fighting had not relented, and it carried with the echoes of days past - and the foreshadowing of many, many days to come.
His conscious and rational mind understood what this fighting was. It was the siege of Yavin IV, the unhinged aggressors the Mandalorians, the resolute vessels of light, the Jedi and soldiers stationed there. Since the siege had begun a few days earlier, the fighting had been unrelenting upon the wearied little moon and around it's hallowed Praxeum. But for the Jedi Knight, now meditating in the chamber on Ossus, there was a greater concern. Yavin's Jedi were fighters, they were strong, they could endure. He worried for the wider reaching consequences. He worried for who would be next....
His eyes opened on the chamber wall before him. For a second - or a minute, or an hour - he sat, simply watching the wall, allowing his meditation to gently slide away, allowing his senses to gradually and comfortably regain their place within his mortal body. Then, he looked around him, gently unfolded one leg from beneath the other, and with practised ease, stood from his cross legged position in a single, fluid motion.
Now standing, he became aware of a slight pang in his stomach. He had been meditating for hours, it seemed, and now he had left the meditative state, hunger caught up with him. Slowly, he crossed to the exit to the mediation chamber, sweeping his hooded robe from the hook there, slipping it on. He turned back, and looked up at the observation levels above.
He was around average height for a Human male. Dark skinned, as all Korunnai tended to be, with tightly curled dark hair, and rich, brown eyes. He had recently turned forty eight, though he thought he was carrying the years well. His body was toned, in good shape, befitting his life as a Jedi Sentinel, a travelling aide to those in need, though there was still a little discomfort in his right shoulder from a weeks old injury that hadn't quite fully healed yet. He should spend more time focusing on it, he thought. Jedi healing trances had always been one of his weaker disciplines - he held a much greater affinity for the repair of machines than for the repair of flesh and bone.
His name was Dezel Rostu. He had been a Jedi Knight for twenty five years, first fighting in the Yuuzhan Vong war, and for the past year and a half, he had called the Ossus Praxeum home - although it was fair to say he didn't spend very much time there. He'd missed many of the major events - the attack on the Great Library in particular sprung to mind, when he had been... what had he been doing? Ah, that was right. Moisture Farmers on Tatooine. He'd been helping the Moisture Farmers. Still, with everything happening on Yavin, he had decided now, perhaps, was a good time to stick around on Ossus. They were neighbours, more or less, to the Yavin Praxeum, and a gateway to worlds such as Felucia, Honoghr, and Mon Calamari, all important to either the Jedi or the Republic. There was a chance that, eventually, the Mandalorians might look to cause trouble in their neighbourhood, and he wanted to be here if it happened.
Still, he worried. He worried for the Jedi, for the victims of the Mandalorian campaign, and for the Mandalorians themselves. He worried for their souls, and for the lives that they would lose, and for their sanity for having started this... whatever it was... in the first place.
He turned, and left the mediation chamber, in search of food.
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Syren
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Post by Syren on Aug 10, 2013 18:22:11 GMT -8
*Lota Ge sat in silence for a moment, trying to collect herself. The first time she had come to Ossus, it had been alongside a nautolan by the name of Prism Varsi. Together they had fought against the Sith to save the Praxeum, but with a high price.*
*Prism paced behind Lota Ge, her footsteps echoing off the stone chamber as her impatience mounted. She always did grow impatient before a battle, and one seemed neigh. A call to arms had been sent throughout the Praxeum, but they were here, in this echoing chamber. Prism stopped abruptly and said,* "why does it feel as if we have been in this situation before? Ossus again, right?"
*Lota Ge gritted her teeth, her concentration and contemplation on the Force broken to pieces by that voice. She had returned to Ossus years ago, trying to mend. She had spent time on Corellia and even on Yavin IV for a short time, but in the end, she came here trying to recover, trying so hard to let go, or at least find a way to make an end.
A tear slid down her cheek as Prism continued to go on and on about how she should get up, go out, make a stand and protect the people of Ossus, protect the Order. Lota Ge however, felt herself slip back into madness.
It had started when they had first been paired together. They had a bond that was very strong, and far too close. When they were sent to Ossus to battle, Lota Ge had a bad feeling that soon grew into a dreaded sense of doom. And the battle, for her at least ended with a Sith leaving her battered but alive and Prism dead.*
*The nautolan rested a hand on the togruta's shoulder, a shade trying to comfort the living, only to make it worse.* "Red, you're not dead yet. There's so much you can do to help save these people."
*Lota Ge waved her hands at the shade, trying to make her disappear, and a great sob escaped her. How could she fight for the order when all she wanted was to die? All she could think of was to walk onto that field, and then what?*
"Fight so that they can escape." *Prism's voice whispered softly, and the shade was gone.*
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