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Post by Whill Shaman Dažbog on Aug 7, 2013 18:40:29 GMT -8
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Post by Death Angel on Aug 17, 2013 5:40:11 GMT -8
The dungeons of the Sith Academy, located in a secret turbolift hidden in plain sight. Contains force cages to hold Force-sensitives, stasis fields, and cells to hold prisoners, the more dangerous of Iridonia's lot. The torture chambers were Angel's particular favourite, for an obvious reason.
Located seven metres underground, the walls were an uninviting sheer rock face; lighting was horrid.
==OOC: More to come when writer receives inspiration.==
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Vasari
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Post by Vasari on Oct 26, 2017 19:23:08 GMT -8
Vasari descended the spiral stone steps that led down into the darkness, without a torch, or the blade she had taken off her would be assassin, she had only the force to guide her but even so her foot falls were even and well paced as the black quickly engulfed her. The rush of adrenaline caused her heartbeat to rise, she had never even heard tell of this part of the Academy and it became clear as she reached the bottom of the staircase and discovered the isolation cells, stasis fields, and force cages lined along the walls of uninviting rock. The entire place had a dark feel to it... ~What use could an Academy have for such a place?~Her thoughts soon quelled as she felt the strong presence of the Dark Side surround her...
Upon the surface the storm continued to rage, but the feelings of sadness and pain and rage subsided from the hearts of those below the dark lightning filled clouds - the Force had chosen its offering, and Iridonia had accepted.Vasari's feet had led her past the open and empty cages down a dark and unforgiving corridor that seemed to whisper fear itself into the Iridonian's skin and finally into a room with all manner of archaic torture devices - some dating back some thousands of years and most she had never seen before. The chamber she had found herself in was not large and was shaped like something akin to a pyramid, but still she felt swallowed by the darkness. Her eyes had quickly adjusted and she saw with the aide of the Force but something was inhibiting her from submerging herself as deeply as she knew she could. Something was fighting with her the entire way - and so here in the dark the young Zabrak sat - crossing her bare legs beneath her and folding her hands over her skirt before closing her eyes and allowing herself to fall into a deep state of meditation...
"I have followed the call of the Living Force"
"You are a ghost of the Past, a manifestation of a power long gone from this Universe... You are Marka Ragnos"
"I will fail one day... but today is not that day."
Her skin erupted in pain only moments before she heard it... a scream high and piercing filling the chamber. It took Vasari another moment to realize the scream was her own as her mind was thrown from its Meditative state by the power of three separate charges of force lightning from the three corners of the triangular shaped room.Vasari's first instinct was to Lash out with a force scream that might have been powerful enough to bring down the entire room, but she knew better, this was a test, and there was no one here for the manifestation of her pain to affect so she curled into a ball and and endured the first bout of kenetic energy. The pain was excruciating but she had endured its like before, this blast she quickly recognized was intended to produce high levels of pain, not to kill - and so she bit her lip until she tasted blood and let herself scream - the piercing sounds only echoing off the walls and returning to her ears letting her know the painful truth that she was alone, and Marka Ragnos might have been right...
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Post by Vasari on Oct 28, 2017 13:02:11 GMT -8
Vasari sat shaking upon the center of the floor - the access energy still coursing through her system - her teeth biting into her lower lip she cringed as she finally opened her eyes. The pulses of energy had stopped for the time being, her body was still recovering from the shock and the pain - but her mind had not broken - yet. Pushing herself to her feet she remembered a technique that had once been taught to control massive amounts of energy directed towards ones body. whether by the force, a blaster - or even a lightsaber. She had read upon this technique for many years but had never been able to put it into practice. Her mind expanded into the room and she felt the build up of dark force energy coming to a head - the lightning would start again soon. Ragnos was testing her, and she would not fail. Sinking gracefully to her knees, which she folded beneath her, she rested upon her heels and began a slow shallow string of breaths.The force wrapped around her as it always had before she began a sparing match or when she was about to summon the lightning of the force herself, but this time she felt for her own energy, felt its flow... soon...
"In.... Down... Out..."
Her voice could barely be heard within the darkness of the room and not soon after the Zabrak had prepared herself the lightning shot forth towards her once again - from only a single corner of the triune room.Vasari's hand raised towards the bolt and she caught the bolt upon the palm of her outstretched hand. There was a brief shimmer of light and a bright glow before the energy the bolt had produced was absorbed and sunk into her own pool of energy... her hand moved down to her heart... lower into her stomach and then she reached out with the same hand towards the corner where the bolt had originated and unleashed the energy back towards the source. Her eyes opened in a state of shock - just as she had read, the energy transfer was nearly flawless. She had just redirected Sith Lightning...
"I do not fear the threats of a Ghost from the past... you are worth naught but the bare minimum of my effort."
She remained seated, fully expecting her taunts to bring another torrent of lightning from the three corners of the room. This time she was prepared for it, she had felt the build up on energy and knew that the bolt she had just redirected was but the beginning. Rolling back onto the balls of her feet she shifted her weight but remained seated upon her heels, and as predicted within another moment she was assaulted by another torrent of Sith Lightning - also as expected from each corner of the room. Raising her hands she sprang towards one of the corners intercepting the first bolt with the same technique she had employed before. This time she embraced the flow of energy and with an elegant dancing step moved to the side to capture the second bolt of energy in the same palm drawing the two bolts into one another at the fulcrum of her palm before she turned her head and raised her hand towards the last - which had finally reached her. The Art of Tutaminis was one of control of the Living Force, it was an alter of energy, a redirection not a control of it. Absorption of such energy came with time and practice, but she was not prepared for such things yet... Her body began to glow with the light of the energy she was rapidly absorbing soon the power of the room would overcome her control and the energy would destroy her...
"In... Down..."
The voice of the young acolyte was quickly dying as the energy began to overwhelm her body, with her last bit of strength and with great help from the force she performed a tight spin and sank to her knees, one crossed elegantly over the other all the while raising her palms together and aiming the bolts of electricity towards the ceiling, the last point in the Pyramid...
"OUT!"
Her voice erupted and the walls of the pyramid shaped room shook as the explosive force of the three bolts of Lightning struck the fourth point and disappeared - once again absorbed by the room, everything went dark and still and the only thing that could be heard was the soft delicate panting of the Acolyte now half conscious sitting upon the floor of the chamber - her first test passed - she was still alive.
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Vasari
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Post by Vasari on Oct 30, 2017 14:17:59 GMT -8
Vasari's breathing came quicker and she felt her heart race in her throat. Parched and sore from the screaming she swallowed - making her lick her dry lips in vein effort to lesson her discomfort. Her horned scalp was dripping with sweat as she labored to control her rebellious lungs, forcing her mind to control her body.The feeling of the living force grew within the chamber she had come to know as a testing ground for the late Sith Lord, she felt his presence here stronger than anywhere else she had been, even stronger than when he had reached out to her within the Library Archives.Focusing her mind and her body into one she shifted - adjusting her body once again upon her heels she calmed her mind and sank into the ebb and flow of the living force once again.
"I am ready..."
Vasari's eyes opened to survey the room, the energy the room had accepted from her had begun pulsing through the walls of the pyramid shaped room, and so there was a dim light, enough to see by. Her breathing had become steady, but she inhaled sharply when her eyes fell upon the first of them...A darkness - an apparition - a manifestation of the dark side appeared within sight of her - It lingered before her vision several meters away as still as death.
With the falling silence the energy within the room poured into the ghost in the darkness and the shade moved towards the young Zabrak - slowly, calmly. It did not move in haste for it new that Its prey had no place to hide, one could not hide form the living force not until you were dead.Vasari blinked as the words set in and raising her hands towards the shade unleashing a torrent of sith lightning at the crawling darkness.The shade did not even register the blast of kinetic energy and continued to move towards her within a half a pace it outstretched its arm and Vasari felt the living force fade from her body, she felt her strength sapped, and she felt all joy go out of the world. Pain, anger and rage began to slowly consume her as the voice of Ragnos sounded within her ears once again...
As those words echoed through her mind she fell back away from the ghost in the darkness, feeling returned to her and she crawled back further towards the exit of the room, with every inch away from the best she felt the living force return to her and her energy return as well. She raised a hand and lashed out with the force attempting to push the creature back, but much to her dismay the creature once again did not even seem to register the attack upon its form. Her mind began to race - searching for answers
"This shade does not exist, its a ghost just like you! What is it? An illusion of the Qazoi Kyantuska?"
The taunting jeers of the long dead Sith Lord gave her an idea - a new hope to escape the creatures grasp, but she would need time. Raising herself to her feet she took a step back, then another and the ghost lumbered slowly towards her she counted time to measure its speed in comparison to her own. Satisfied after a moment she turned and ran from the room into the darkness behind her, back into the dungeons of Iridonia.
Pushing deeper she began to clear her mind - the further she got from the shadow the easier it became and before long she felt like new. Wrapping herself within the embrace of the living force she thought back to her studies, over the last months she had been reading into the art of Quey'tek. To shield ones presence from the notice of others was a simple trick, if they did not know you were there it became quite easy to disappear, but once a presence was searching for you that became much harder, and the art of Quey'tek was invented. Quey'tek required meditation and focus - but it also required the mind of the force user attempting to cloak themselves to be so in tune with the living force that they could remain within its embrace but remove all trace of themselves from its presence. It was a feat that she had never been able to accomplish - though she had tried many times. This would be her last attempt - either she would find the secret within her own spirit, or the Ghost in the Darkness would find her... and the threat of Marka Ragnos would be fulfilled.
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Post by Vasari on Nov 1, 2017 21:21:44 GMT -8
It hadn't taken long before Vasari had found a small room that was tucked out of the way within the lower dungeons of the Academy. The cell she had chosen was a deactivated force cage - used to house the criminals of the Academy no doubt. Regardless it would work for what she had in mind.Crossing her legs beneath her body she sank into a deep meditative trance - the state of oneness with the force she was attempting to establish was something she had never accomplished before. To shrink ones force presence was easy, to hide from someone who didn't know where you were - again easy, but once someone had a lock on you, once they knew you and understood you the way only a being touched with the force could it was not easy to hide from that.
The being tracking her - hunting her... if Marka Ragnos' ghost could be believed was not just a ghost, not just an apparition of the force, but a manifestation of the force itself. Hiding from something like that required Quey'tek - the ancient ability to remove ones self from the force and cloak them completely from any form of detection. And so Vasari closed her eyes and began to breath...
The first thing she felt was the slow steady ebb and flow of the Force. Her mind hovered upon it like a lotus blossom upon a shallow pool. This first stage of meditation is where one connected with the Living Force, where you could feel everything around you.
Sinking below here was easy - splitting her mind she sank lower, the next stage was a stronger current of raw energy it was here a mind could quickly become overwhelmed and consumed, but it was also from this stage where most of the energy for force powers are taken from, remaining here would be a mistake and so once again split her mind into thirds and delved deeper.
The third current was one upon which you could see the things the force has touched, and everything the force will touch. This current was the most difficult to navigate because here nothing acted the way it should. Nothing felt the way it should - the spirit was drawn towards countless visions of the future and the past, things the force wished you to see - thinks you wished to see, everything was complicated here, everything was lost and found at the same time. It was here where Vasari spent most of her meditative time, finding a way to sink lower... always lower, splitting her mind that fourth time was always the most difficult.
A cold bead of sweat slipped from her scalp down her cheek as she meditated - the apparition knew where she was, the distance she had put between them only had bought her time, and now that time was done. The ghost in the darkness had found her cell and was now moving ever closer to her its arms outstretched, ready to embrace her essence into its fold.
Vasari's mind was attempting to sink deeper but the voices of the force were distracting her mind. She lacked the focus needed to sink lower into the force, there was still to much she desired on this third current, the answers to the future, the answers from the past - everything was here. She would die here, and soon. With her mind split into thirds a part of her lingered on each current. She drew knowledge of her surroundings from the first, power from the second, and wisdom from the third the three aspects of Sorcery she was taught at the Academy, but there was something missing There was a part to the puzzle she still had yet to see - she needed distance, she needed to see the entire picture and for that she needed to...
Her mind began to pull back lifting itself from the currents of the Force to linger down upon everything that was happening below. The strain upon her mind was immense, she had never attempted to separate herself from the currents like this before and she found it incredibly difficult to break from their hold. The first she rose from with ease, as one walked from shallow waves onto the beach. The second was more difficult, the problem was she was drawing upon the constant presence of the Force to focus her mind, and pulling back from that power required her to act upon her own reserve of strength and her own pool of energy, but when this fact entered her mind she rose from that current as well...
She could feel her mind pulling away from her body, she began to see her body sitting in the dark, her legs crossed in meditation, her arms resting gently upon her lap, her eyes closed... She saw the ghost in the darkness as well... feet from her now... reaching out towards her. She felt heavy, the third current was dragging at her mind pulling her back into the loving and powerful embrace of the force. Pulling herself from the third current was the most difficult task she had taken on since walking through the doors of the Academy, it required setting aside her desire to learn, setting aside the desire to impose her own will over her future, and it required accepting her past to the point where she could look ahead without fear of what lay behind her. The Third current had been her home for so long - her mind caught in the struggle between the past and the future, the force a constant guide, a constant ally - to pull herself from that was difficult, but doing so allowed her to achieve so much more.
Rising from the third current, Vasari's mind separated at last from her body and she could feel the world around her go cold - black - dark - alone. She could not feel the flow of the force around her, embracing her, but she knew she remained within it. She looked down upon the room. No longer could she see her own body, it was simply gone, and the Ghost in the darkness lingered there in perfect stillness knowing its prey was close, it knew she was still there but it could not touch her now. She had achieved Quey'tek, she had successfully cloaked herself above the currents of the Force she had survived the second test of Marka Ragnos.
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Vasari
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Post by Vasari on Nov 5, 2017 14:05:44 GMT -8
Vasari exhaled slowly, opening her eyes. She had never felt more at peace in her entire life than she did in the moment she felt her consciousness return to her body slipping back into the natural current of the force. It was clear there were many things about the force that she did not know, but she knew now that she was one step closer to the Mastery of the concealment art known as Quey'tek - and she knew she would continue to grow in this skill. Slowly she raised herself from her seated position and moved out of the small force cage she had used to hide from the ghost in the darkness. Her movements were slow and measured, as if she was waiting for the next thing that the Ghost of Ragnos would throw at her.
So far she had been tested in her abilities to absorb and redirect Lightning - the art known as Tutaminis, and her ability to hide from the force itself. Both defensive capabilities, no doubt Ragnos was attempting to prove her to the power of those capabilities was nothing next to the power of the force, but so far her knowledge of them had kept her alive. Exhaling to balance herself -- Vasari cast her mind once more into the force, slipping easily now into the first current to feel the movements of the Force around her - searching now for Ragnos' lingering presence.She hadn't even returned to the pyramid shaped torture chamber before the ghost of the Ancient Sith revealed himself to her, standing in the center of the dungeons directly below the rotunda she had entered through. The figure assumed the stance he usually did when he had appeared to her before - intimidating, arms crossed over his barrel shaped chest - this time the ghost held what appeared to be a scepter in the palm of his hand. Vasari exhaled and came to her knees before the apparition, this time remaining silent until he spoke to her.
"I am prepared for my next trial..."
She had considered calling him 'Master' using the usual honorific that a being of his power would have possessed in life. But this was not Marka Ragnos - this was a tool of the force manifested to her from what she knew. And she had read many books about him. The Real Marka Ragnos, and the ghost that had lingered after his death was put to rest many years ago.
"My worthiness is not for you to determine."
She spoke in a soft and measured tone, not the similar one of defiance she had used before the last test - she no longer felt the need to anger the ghost, but it was true - she was still alive.
Vasari raised her head as if to argue, but before a word could pass her lips she noticed Ragnos had raised his staff and she felt a sudden and powerful dizziness overtake her body. Her stomach turned in knots and it seemed to her like she had just flung herself off the Star Tower upon the Citadel of the Academy itself. Already on her knees she did not have far to fall to attempt to steady herself, but even when her hands hit the ground and she knelt there on all fours the overwhelming power of the dizziness continued to assault her senses. Her mind was lost in the swirling rage of the force now as she attempted to cling to consciousness, as if the push her back down the moment she tried she felt her stomach heave and vomit fill her mouth. She hadn't eaten in days and so there was little to come out - but even so the taste of acid and bile rising from her stomach was not a pleasant one and so she spat the vile contents onto the stone floor. Heaving again her stomach emptied itself and the pain began to overwhelm her mind and her body. The room was spinning around her as she attempted to stand, a savage growl escaping her lips as she rose under the power of dizziness but she could feel everything around her falling apart. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she was only capable of taking a single step forward before she fell... hard... onto the stone floor of the Academy's dungeon slipping into the darkness.
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Post by Kreed Daldogen on May 5, 2020 15:07:08 GMT -8
Viox SavageKreed awoke, he groaned, he tentatively felt his head and ribs and winced. His head was pounding.
Where was he? Last he remembered he was near the temple, those damn over protective temple guards. He knew the temple was a dangerous place and yet he could not have prevented himself from drawing nearer, it called to him and he could not find it and now he had landed himself here.
He looked around at his dank cell and sighed.
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Post by Viox Savage on May 5, 2020 15:24:49 GMT -8
Tell me, young one. What drives you to come snooping around here so late?
The synthesized voice, filtering through the mask, carried from the shadows beyond the dim torch lighting. Archaic, but suiting, considering the location. Headmaster Alaric Von Dredd stepped forward into the pool of light that was cast from the flickering torches on the walls outside the cell that was now occupied by a young man.
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Post by Kreed Daldogen on May 6, 2020 7:50:57 GMT -8
Kreed looked up taking his head from resting on his knees, he squinted through the grate at the masked individual whom had spoken his synthesized voice bounced around the cell and reverberated around him. In the dim light Kreed could make out a sleek silver mask with little to no distinguishing features.
He sighed heavily. How should he answer, tell this faceless possible machine he heard the temple call him and that he hadn't meant to venture so close.
"I got lost.... it wasn't my intention to come so close and I wasn't snooping."
It wasn't the entire truth, however neither was it a complete lie either.
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Post by Viox Savage on Jun 12, 2020 10:51:12 GMT -8
Alaric snorted in disbelief. Getting lost? All the way out here? Highly unlikely, given the Academy's remote location. The slate-gray robes of the Headmaster shifted as he folded his hands behind his back and slowly began to pace in front of the cell.
A very...unlikely story...
The Headmaster mused aloud, knowing full well he could get a rise out of the young man in the cell. Extending his senses outwards, towards the boy in the cell, he could feel his potential. Anger, curiosity and an eagerness to learn more.
The Academy called out to you, didn't it? Very few people choose to frequent this academy unless it has called to them. I have seen it before. You are not the first and I doubt you'll be the last...
Trailing off, Alaric thought to himself for a moment, contemplating how to best handle the current situation. Not willing to turn away a potential student, he would recruit the boy into the Academy.
Even the best laid out intentions can lead one to ruin...regardless of what your intentions were, the real question now is what your intentions are?
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