Post by Dragus on Mar 10, 2024 6:22:53 GMT -8
Feint amusement graced the scaled expression of He-Who-Hungers as he watched Thrakk toss his lightsaber crystal into the boiling lake of fire, mismatched eyes following the glowing stone until it was swallowed up by the liquid magma, sinking into those burning viscus depths. Erratic smoke rings slipped from between his lips as his restrained cackle became a coughing fit, causing the drake lord to bang a closed claw against his chest, clearing the obstructing wisps from his lungs before chiding the Thyrsian. "A wissser massster might admonish you for disssarming yourssself." Reaching behind his back, the Dark Apothecary clasped his claws together, held at the wrist. Doing so caused the folds of his man-skin robe to slide back over his hips, exposing the silver hooked hilt of his own lightsaber, hanging from a belt of sinew. Given what he had seen of his ambitious apprentice's fighting style thus far, utilizing a lightsaber made sense, relying on agility and speed over strength and reach; however, a lightsaber had mechanical parts that could be interfered with, and there may come a day when he regretted not taking the opportunity to forge something less complicated. Yet that was not for Dragus to decide. A Sith must choose a weapon that resonates with their warrior spirit. If Thrakk's heart was set on a lightsaber, then a lightsaber he would have, properly tweaked of course. "Fortunately for you, dessspite my unrivaled brilliance, I have never been accusssed of being wissse." He hissed with a smirk.
What was that old saying? Genius and madness were two sides of the same coin. There were nuggets of wisdom to be mined from the wealth of knowledge contained within the lizard wizard's spice addled grey matter, but most of his good sense had been discarded to make space for his own scientific ambitions.
"Besidez, when the darkssside iz yourz to command, a Sssith iz never without a weapon." He unclasped his claws and used his right to remove the pipe hanging from the crook of his snout, appearing thoughtful as he brought his left under his snout and stroked his chin contemplatively. "Failing that, I sssuppose you could alwayz rely on your clawz or tail." Thrakk had those, right? He shrugged, already moving past that thought and into the next. Like a Sher Kar stalking the ash plains of Mustafar, the Hungering One walked the perimeter of the island, his reptilian head bobbing and turning as he performed a series of mental calculations, mumbling beneath his breath as he did so. After a moment he came to a stop, nodded resolutely, then slapping the ground with his tail to emphasize his certainty. Closing his left claw into a fist, he drove it into the palm of his right with a meaty thwack. "Ssso be it. If it iz a lightsssaber that speakz to you, then it iz a lightsssaber you shall have. While forging a cryssstal iz no meager feat, we already have everything we'll need to create one right here." He acknowledged, studying the Thyrsian with his red right eye. "Asssuming you have it in you to channel the currentz of the malevolent fey and concentrate them into a sssingular point."
They wouldn't know until they started. Nodding, Dragus motioned from his apprentice to the sooty sands at their feet. "Ssstrip to the waissst, then ssseat yourssself on the sssand and begin clearing your mind. I will guide you through the processs, but successs or failure will be entirely determined by your own ssstrength and ability."
What was that old saying? Genius and madness were two sides of the same coin. There were nuggets of wisdom to be mined from the wealth of knowledge contained within the lizard wizard's spice addled grey matter, but most of his good sense had been discarded to make space for his own scientific ambitions.
"Besidez, when the darkssside iz yourz to command, a Sssith iz never without a weapon." He unclasped his claws and used his right to remove the pipe hanging from the crook of his snout, appearing thoughtful as he brought his left under his snout and stroked his chin contemplatively. "Failing that, I sssuppose you could alwayz rely on your clawz or tail." Thrakk had those, right? He shrugged, already moving past that thought and into the next. Like a Sher Kar stalking the ash plains of Mustafar, the Hungering One walked the perimeter of the island, his reptilian head bobbing and turning as he performed a series of mental calculations, mumbling beneath his breath as he did so. After a moment he came to a stop, nodded resolutely, then slapping the ground with his tail to emphasize his certainty. Closing his left claw into a fist, he drove it into the palm of his right with a meaty thwack. "Ssso be it. If it iz a lightsssaber that speakz to you, then it iz a lightsssaber you shall have. While forging a cryssstal iz no meager feat, we already have everything we'll need to create one right here." He acknowledged, studying the Thyrsian with his red right eye. "Asssuming you have it in you to channel the currentz of the malevolent fey and concentrate them into a sssingular point."
They wouldn't know until they started. Nodding, Dragus motioned from his apprentice to the sooty sands at their feet. "Ssstrip to the waissst, then ssseat yourssself on the sssand and begin clearing your mind. I will guide you through the processs, but successs or failure will be entirely determined by your own ssstrength and ability."