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Post by Syren on Dec 17, 2013 9:55:00 GMT -8
*Syren was sifting through a row of data cards that recounted the recovered history of the Old Republic after the sacking of the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. There were meticulous records keeping in the archive, but there were some holes here or there due to the destruction factor. She was searching for any mention of herself or her former master during the time period, or even her people. It was most likely a futile effort, as it always seemed to turn out when such a mood struck her.
She was not so engrossed in her search however, to completely miss the pair of Miraluka pass her. Syren found herself turning so that she could watch them slink through the library. The Miraluka were not a species she saw commonly in the galaxy. She knew that the race were deeply enmeshed in the Force and that they were physically sightless. Other than that, she was not accustomed to them. Seeing a male-female pair peeked her interest.
Instead of following them, she turned back to listlessly sorting datacards. Randomly she would select one and look at the contents. After a while of finding nothing, as she knew she would, insanity slowly gave way to frustration and curiosity. She went off to find the Miraluka pair, if she could still find them in the vast archive. More or less, they were Jedi on some mission or another. Maybe she could find the person in charge of pulling strings now around the Jedi. Perhaps be sent on a mission. Have a reason to get out of the temple for a while and stretch her legs. Training was not quite enough to keep the restlessness away.*
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2013 17:30:04 GMT -8
*As the turbolift doors slid open with a sharp hiss, Sihnyad stepped into the Archives. It was a magnificent facility, a large expanse of towering shelves and cases of countless records. With as large as they were, it was genuinely hard to imagine that there were things . . . events . . . that had happened at one point or another and had yet to make it successfully into the archives.
Immediately to his left, the padawan noticed a aisle of data cards that cover ancient knowledge of some of the first Jedi. Jedi such as Cala Brin and Garon Jard. He had studied these Jedi early on in his training, knowledge one of the Masters at the temple had told him would be crucial to his being a Jedi. It was so much that it was mandated that he return here to study and immerse himself in not only the history of the Jedi Order, but the Galactic Republic and other organizations and conflicts alike, but more or less because he enjoyed digging into the texts here and learning all that he could. There was but one thing he had yet to study in depth and that was that of the Sith and the Dark Side of the Force. It was simply something he tried not to dwell on, only to understand so that he might one day hold an advantage against one if he were to confront one in the future. He passed that aisle and moved forward, deeper into the Archives. Perhaps the Master Archivist or another might be able to assist him in some way or another. But, what was he looking for? That question, he did not even know. Maybe in more studies of the Living Force or maybe something of the Old Republic.
Deeper into the Archives, a particular figure caught his eye. It was a Jedi that he had seen around the Temple one or twice before, but had not much more of than that. She was a Calnennore, but that species was not so familiar to the young Jedi Padawan. In fact, this woman had been the only Calnennore he had ever seen.
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Post by Raylia Venci on Dec 22, 2013 20:25:46 GMT -8
Raylia nodded to Master Rawkill, rising from her chair to access her terminal. The open image of an artifact was closed, and the back up files of the libraries was pulled up by her deft blue fingers clicking gently across the keys of the input. She moved aside for him to see what she had accessed. "We do a monthly backup of the digital files to a network based in a few key locations. My more immediate concern are the physical vaults located in places here. We need to assess their structural integrity after the assaults. I'm particularly concerned for Yavin and Ossus. We know that Carida was a complete loss now."
It pained her to admit that they had suffered such great sorrows in this war, the tide of blood spilled by the Mandalorians flowing down a trade route to the center of the galaxy. She said a silent prayer to the Ashla that the battle of Kuat would be enough to stop the barbarians from advancing further. She could not fault the logic of the Sith Lord who appealed for assistance in the face of such brutality. Sinistra was a monster, but for the most part, she understood that she could not control the empire she had built with massive civilian losses. This warrior culture from the outer reaches did not hold to the same principles. It struck Raylia odd that she would be so willing to accept a Sith Lord as the lesser of 2 evils.
She backed out of the databases but there was a new destination in the file structure of the databases. It had never been there before. It looked she had been granted access to a completely new set of servers, her face scrunched up in a quizzical fashion as she tried to figure out what they might be for. It had to be something granted because of her elevation to the Council of First Knowledge. She opened it up, not recognizing any of the sub folder names. Hopefully someone would notify her of what they were for but as she straightened up from the desk, her mind going over the scope of the CoFK, her eyes grew wide. They were in charge of more than just dusty books, trinkets and schooling regiments. Her console buzzed to let her know that security cleared visitors to her office. It was shaping up to be a busy promotion already. "Looks like we're going to have company, Master Rawkill."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2013 21:05:20 GMT -8
Rawkill watched as Raylia brought up files relating to the temple backup's, whilst expressing her concern for the integrity of the physical vaults
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Well then we'll make Yavin and Ossus our first priorities and make sure nothing is missing...
He remained seated as she backed out of the database, revealing access to a wealth of new files, some of which he had thought were merely hearsay. It seemed they were entering into a part of the Jedi Order that they would need to very quickly adapt to, especially when Raylia alerted him they had some visitors
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Things are about to get very interesting...
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Post by Syren on Dec 23, 2013 12:38:58 GMT -8
* Deeper into the Archives, a particular figure caught his eye. It was a Jedi that he had seen around the Temple one or twice before, but had not much more of than that. She was a Calnennore, but that species was not so familiar to the young Jedi Padawan. In fact, this woman had been the only Calnennore he had ever seen.
Syren raised a thin eyebrow at the boy and looked him up and down in a wolfish manner.* "See something you like, youngling?" *She turned her gaze to the rows of data cards, a teasing note to her voice. |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2013 16:05:50 GMT -8
*Syren found herself back at the beginning of her search, having lost the pair of blind homonids and turning a circle amidst tome and talisman. She found a Padawan standing in the spot where she had began her fruitless search, and if she was not mistaken, staring at her.
Syren raised a thin eyebrow at the boy and looked him up and down in a wolfish manner.* "See something you like, youngling?" *She turned her gaze to the rows of data cards, a teasing note to her voice.
*Syren was unique to him, again being the only Calnennore he'd ever seen and with that he didn't know how to approach her, but finally he found his tongue and spoke, his voice a soft deep rasp.* "My apologies. I didn't mean to stare. It's just I've never seen your kind before I saw you and I . . . I, well that doesn't matter. I didn't want to offend if that was the case." *His head dipped slightly as though he were ashamed when he spoke, but he quickly caught it and returned his focus to the person he now engaged in conversation* |
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Post by Syren on Dec 27, 2013 8:31:33 GMT -8
*Sihnyad stepped back in a start, not much, but still in surprise, when the Jedi looked to him with a raised brow. Had he really let his glance turn into a stare or perhaps this was just something they did in her species' culture as a sign of greeting? A form of hello or the like? No, the expression was wolfish which raised many questions to him and drove him to a confused and somewhat panicked state. He wasn't one who was great with words nor was he great in many other social facets so when she spoke to him he turned away, embarrassed and cheeks a bright red as he blushed with no quick reply. *
*Syren was unique to him, again being the only Calnennore he'd ever seen and with that he didn't know how to approach her, but finally he found his tongue and spoke, his voice a soft deep rasp.* "My apologies. I didn't mean to stare. It's just I've never seen your kind before I saw you and I . . . I, well that doesn't matter. I didn't want to offend if that was the case." *His head dipped slightly as though he were ashamed when he spoke, but he quickly caught it and returned his focus to the person he now engaged in conversation* "Calm, Padawan. I only meant to tease you." *Syren gave him a normal smile, which for her, was still somewhat feral and toothy.* "I was just in this section a moment ago looking for information on my species. It seems to be limited still, and I was contemplating if I should rectify that along with the current archivist, or leave it be." *She left out the mind numbing boredom she had found in visiting the temple archives. Scholars did not like to hear that sort of thing. Still, her mind wandered slightly to the Miralukan distraction that had pulled her away initially.
Syren decided to change the subject to introduction and gave the boy a slight bow. "I'm Syren," *She could not decide what title to add to that so she offered none. Curious, she continued in a platonic fashion.* "Were you looking for anything in particular?" |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2013 13:27:09 GMT -8
Raylia nodded to Master Rawkill, rising from her chair to access her terminal. The open image of an artifact was closed, and the back up files of the libraries was pulled up by her deft blue fingers clicking gently across the keys of the input. She moved aside for him to see what she had accessed. "We do a monthly backup of the digital files to a network based in a few key locations. My more immediate concern are the physical vaults located in places here. We need to assess their structural integrity after the assaults. I'm particularly concerned for Yavin and Ossus. We know that Carida was a complete loss now." It pained her to admit that they had suffered such great sorrows in this war, the tide of blood spilled by the Mandalorians flowing down a trade route to the center of the galaxy. She said a silent prayer to the Ashla that the battle of Kuat would be enough to stop the barbarians from advancing further. She could not fault the logic of the Sith Lord who appealed for assistance in the face of such brutality. Sinistra was a monster, but for the most part, she understood that she could not control the empire she had built with massive civilian losses. This warrior culture from the outer reaches did not hold to the same principles. It struck Raylia odd that she would be so willing to accept a Sith Lord as the lesser of 2 evils.
She backed out of the databases but there was a new destination in the file structure of the databases. It had never been there before. It looked she had been granted access to a completely new set of servers, her face scrunched up in a quizzical fashion as she tried to figure out what they might be for. It had to be something granted because of her elevation to the Council of First Knowledge. She opened it up, not recognizing any of the sub folder names. Hopefully someone would notify her of what they were for but as she straightened up from the desk, her mind going over the scope of the CoFK, her eyes grew wide. They were in charge of more than just dusty books, trinkets and schooling regiments. Her console buzzed to let her know that security cleared visitors to her office. It was shaping up to be a busy promotion already. "Looks like we're going to have company, Master Rawkill."
"Forgive the intrusion but I was told this is the office of the Master Archivist, I hope I wasn't interrupting anything important? But I do have something worth taking a look at."
*He slightly lifts the case he's carrying and taps it with his hand. Their is a darkness coming from it. Ancient.*
"My name is Octavious Marr and this is my...*Girlfriend, love, or lover? Which all where true.*Companion, Mirania Aela. She's adept in Force healing and we ran into each other while I was on assignment locating the object I now have in my hand. I ran into some Trandoshan Black market weapons smugglers trying to sell to the Mandalorians. They didn't even know they had it in their possesion." |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2013 16:46:26 GMT -8
Mirania had wondered how Octavious would refer to her, and he had gone with companion. Well that was putting it quite lightly in her opinion. She guessed that most companions wouldn't have spent the better part of the journey getting it on in the captain's quarters. Oh well, you could call it whatever you wanted to call it, and maybe he thought it would be better if no one knew that they had been intimate with each other. Not it was easy to hide that sort of thing from a Jedi anyway...
She smiled at the archivist, but was otherwise silent, letting Octavious do the talking on this one.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2013 9:38:43 GMT -8
"Calm, Padawan. I only meant to tease you." *Syren gave him a normal smile, which for her, was still somewhat feral and toothy.* "I was just in this section a moment ago looking for information on my species. It seems to be limited still, and I was contemplating if I should rectify that along with the current archivist, or leave it be." *She left out the mind numbing boredom she had found in visiting the temple archives. Scholars did not like to hear that sort of thing. Still, her mind wandered slightly to the Miralukan distraction that had pulled her away initially.
Syren decided to change the subject to introduction and gave the boy a slight bow. "I'm Syren," *She could not decide what title to add to that so she offered none. Curious, she continued in a platonic fashion.* "Were you looking for anything in particular?"
*He lifted his head once more to look upon her, taking in all he could could outright see.* "I'm Sihnyad," *he finally said. introducing himself.* "If you don't mind me asking, what exactly are you?" *He raised the question with a great deal of curiosity. The green of her hair greatly complimented the blue tone of her skin in his eyes. And she appeared to be a good shape, maybe a build like a Jedi Knight more or less.* "I wasn't looking for anything particular, actually. Perhaps to delve deeply into records of 'The Old Republic'."
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Post by Syren on Dec 30, 2013 16:04:25 GMT -8
*Syren contemplated her answer for a moment. Speaking to outsiders about even the name of her race was a taboo in her culture. With a sharp pang of sadness, she couldn't really establish a good reason to keep up with holding back due to cultural taboos. After all, the culture could not exist without the people that had developed it. She tapped a finger against her chin, she had huddled into herself trying to figure out how to answer the boy. After another moment, she exploded into an explanation,* "I am a Calnennore, though some people in the galaxy may know my species as Thallassans or Water-Walkers. That last one is a misnomer, or a mistranslation since we cannot actually walk on water."
*She leaned over a desk and hit a hologram projector with a loaded map of the galaxy. She zoomed into the core, where Coruscant shone with all of its artificial glory, then began to zoom steadily out until she reached the edge of the Western Outer Rim that brushed into the Unknown regions. There was a vast nebulous structure near the edge of the map that she pointed to. "If there had been more interest in mapping the entirety of the galaxy, the Republic would have found my planet, Gaeren III several thousand lightyears beyond that nebula. I'm sure we received a few visitors, but I only remember two occasions."
*Syren lapsed into silence. One occasion had been her first encounter with the Jedi. The other, happened to bring pain and oblivion. She cleared her throat before she could drain the archive of cheerfulness. Clicking off the projector, she looked back at the young man and lighted upon his other topic as a change of subject.* "The Old Republic, occurred over a large span of time. There is a great deal of information to sift through."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2013 19:56:28 GMT -8
*Sihnyad now realized that it was no wonder he had no recollection of what Syren was and where she was from. It was terrifying to think, at times, that with as much as Archive records covered, that it was still incomplete. There was still information that had yet to be recorded, Syren herself being evidence right then and there. However, the subject had changed and he didn't wish to re-approach the previous again. At least not for awhile.
"The Old Republic" was indeed a very broad subject which may have been one his underlying motivators to look into such records. He didn't always come to the Archives with a particular event in history on hand, but now as he thought about it a specific topic did come to mind. He closed his eyes tightly for a moment, not intending to hide any feelings, as he now thought about it. Perhaps, as they say, 'if one does not know their history, they are doomed to repeat it,' or at least it was something along those lines. So with that, and the ongoing chaos that was sweeping the Universe at the moment, Sihnyad was truly wondering now, how the Sith from the time actually managed to lay waste to this very temple all those hundreds of years ago. And how the Jedi were able to recover from that tragedy.
Soon enough, the young Knight hopeful realized that he had allowed himself to drift away in thought, allowing for more time to go by than he had intended. He looked to Syren once again and spoke.* "Forgive me. When I said before of 'The Old Republic' I was not thinking of the vast time span, but rather a particular tragedy that happened here at this very temple, all those years before. The period of 'The Old Republic' has long been my favored history to look into." He looked around where he stood now, looking for a particular holofile. There, just a shelf over he found what he was looking for so he went over, picked it up and brought it back to the desk they were at.
Placing it into a projector, an artificial image of the Jedi Temple on Coruscant appeared.
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Post by Raylia Venci on Jan 2, 2014 9:30:00 GMT -8
Raylia turned to the door and beckoned them to enter. She inclined her head to the them, nothing their names and appearances although as they appeared to be Miralukian, they were shrouded from too much scrutiny. She gestured to a small space that was clear on her work table for the case to be set down as she introduced herself. "Considering the morning I have had, I guess Master Archivist would be me. Master Rayliav'enci, pleased to make your acquaintance."
Raylia cast a glance at the Ewok Master before she gingerly laid hands on the case, simply feeling the minute vibrations in the Force coming from the contents therein. Her brow furrowed, her blue lips pursed as she considered what she could be sensing. It was muddled and confusing. There was a definite tinge of the darkside on it but until she examined it, she did not think what it could be. However, it was dangerous and would need to be stored in the secure, null vaults deep within the Temple so as not to corrupt the Jedi who called the ancient building home. "I wonder why the Mandalorians would be after it. Could you open the case please?"
She used the moment to close and lock the door, while Octavious opened up the small case for her. She did not know if it was code locked although considering what it held, she would not be surprised if it was.
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Post by Syren on Jan 3, 2014 13:10:20 GMT -8
*Sihnyad now realized that it was no wonder he had no recollection of what Syren was and where she was from. It was terrifying to think, at times, that with as much as Archive records covered, that it was still incomplete. There was still information that had yet to be recorded, Syren herself being evidence right then and there. However, the subject had changed and he didn't wish to re-approach the previous again. At least not for awhile.
"The Old Republic" was indeed a very broad subject which may have been one his underlying motivators to look into such records. He didn't always come to the Archives with a particular event in history on hand, but now as he thought about it a specific topic did come to mind. He closed his eyes tightly for a moment, not intending to hide any feelings, as he now thought about it. Perhaps, as they say, 'if one does not know their history, they are doomed to repeat it,' or at least it was something along those lines. So with that, and the ongoing chaos that was sweeping the Universe at the moment, Sihnyad was truly wondering now, how the Sith from the time actually managed to lay waste to this very temple all those hundreds of years ago. And how the Jedi were able to recover from that tragedy.
Soon enough, the young Knight hopeful realized that he had allowed himself to drift away in thought, allowing for more time to go by than he had intended. He looked to Syren once again and spoke.* "Forgive me. When I said before of 'The Old Republic' I was not thinking of the vast time span, but rather a particular tragedy that happened here at this very temple, all those years before. The period of 'The Old Republic' has long been my favored history to look into." He looked around where he stood now, looking for a particular holofile. There, just a shelf over he found what he was looking for so he went over, picked it up and brought it back to the desk they were at.
Placing it into a projector, an artificial image of the Jedi Temple on Coruscant appeared. "I am old, but not quite old enough to offer insight about your topic of choice." *She bowed to him.* "I believe I may have other matters to which I must give my attention. May the Force guide you well in your pursuit of knowledge." |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2014 11:05:33 GMT -8
Raylia turned to the door and beckoned them to enter. She inclined her head to the them, noting their names and appearances although as they appeared to be Miralukian, they were shrouded from too much scrutiny. She gestured to a small space that was clear on her work table for the case to be set down as she introduced herself. "Considering the morning I have had, I guess Master Archivist would be me. Master Rayliav'enci, pleased to make your acquaintance." Raylia cast a glance at the Ewok Master before she gingerly laid hands on the case, simply feeling the minute vibrations in the Force coming from the contents therein. Her brow furrowed, her blue lips pursed as she considered what she could be sensing. It was muddled and confusing. There was a definite tinge of the darkside on it but until she examined it, she did not think what it could be. However, it was dangerous and would need to be stored in the secure, null vaults deep within the Temple so as not to corrupt the Jedi who called the ancient building home. "I wonder why the Mandalorians would be after it. Could you open the case please?" She used the moment to close and lock the door, while Octavious opened up the small case for her. She did not know if it was code locked although considering what it held, she would not be surprised if it was.
"The pleasure is all mine Master."
*Octavious then straightens up when she places her hand on the case. He could tell she felt the presence inside. What she didn't know is he had crystals inside to lessen the dark side of the weapon. But even the weapon itself corrupted the crystals after a period of being in there with it. When she asks fo him to open it, he debates quickly whether or not to do it. He knew what was in there. He faced the corrupting power of it. The only reason he didn't fully succumb to the seductive power of it was because he was a Baran Do Sage. It took days to purge that kind of darkness and temptation. Thankfully he had Mirania's specific kind of "help".*
"Forgive my hesitation Master. I've come into contact with this before. I almost gave into to it's dark and powerful temptations. The Mandalorians never got to this weapon. The Trandoshans didn't know what they had. I was sent to disable their products before they met with their buyers. To stymie their trade if you will."
*Against his better judgement, Octavious opens the case. A scan of his face occurs and then he inputs the answer to an algorithm on his code locks. The case opens and reveals the blade buried under crystals. Octavious then puts on his gloves and grips the blade hilt and pulls out the blade itself. It had the markings of the Ancient Sith empire dating back to the First Schism. It had an ancient and powerful dark aura to it. Octvious held it up with both hands.*
"I blew up their cache on Utapau and sabotaged their chance to work with the Mandalorians. Completing my mission with a satisfactory result, I was about to leave Utapau. Until I felt this blades presence and saw it with the Force. It not only survived the blast, but in a way drew in the chaos of the blast itself. By destroying the weapon cache, I accidentally fed it and woke it up."
*Octavious doesn't look up, he's fixed on the blade and can tell everyone else is too.*
"I went to inspect the blade and touched it. I expected it to be blazing hot. It was the opposite. Ice cold. Upon touching it I immediately began getting visions of the blades previous owners. I learned Psychometry from a Kiffar in exchange for Force sight. In these visions I saw the last known recipients of the blade. A man named Wynn and a man whom claimed it from a Force ghost in a tomb. The Ghost was believed to be the spirit of Ajunta Pall. Once that name came to me, I was transported to a time just after the great schism and During the Hundred years of darkness. I dropped the blade and it called to me as it does now. I have no doubt whatsoever that the blade I have in my possession is the fabled blade of Ajunta Pall himself. It carries his brand of Alchemy, that much is certain"
*Octavious places the blade back and closes the case.*
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2014 16:30:30 GMT -8
Rawkill had remained seated, quietly observing Octavious Marr, and his companion Mirania Aela. He had a feeling the term 'Companion' wasn't the entire story about what the two shared, but he didn't feel the right or need to comment on such things, better to let a sleeping Griagh lie.
He then turned his attention towards the case as Octavious opened it and produced a sword, which he could feel was filled with a dark energy. He had read stories of the man known as Ajunta Pall, the first Dark Lord of The Sith. If the sword did indeed belong to Ajunta, then they were dealing with a very powerful and dangerous artifact
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If what you say is indeed true, then I advise we do not linger long with this sword...
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Post by Raylia Venci on Jan 12, 2014 15:54:10 GMT -8
This was ominous to say the very least. The weapon could not be studied outside the null vault, that muc was certain. Her expression was grim as she stepped back from the table, her lekku behind her shoulders and her full height restored as she was no longer bending over to examine the blade. "We have the facilities downstairs in which to store and study the artifact to verify your claims. Master Rawkill and I will take custody of it and escort down immediately unless there was something else you wanted? Rawkill and I are finding ourselves in the deep end of the lagoon on the first day."
She wasn't exactly up to speed on the other duties of the Council of First Knowledge but she was a quick study and no doubt she would have it all well in hand soon.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2014 18:36:37 GMT -8
*Octavious turns his head in the direction of the Ewok Master. Something more rare than a Miralukan or two Miralukan's at that, was a Jedi Ewok. Octavious isn't shocked or surprised but it is a rare honor. He read up on or had intel of most in the CoFK. This Master Rawkill must have recently joined. Something to which he'll probably be debriefed about when the time is more appropriate.*
"Truer words have never been spoken Master...."
*Octavious then turns his attention back to Master Venci.*
"With all due respect Master, but as a part of my duties, I feel a dire need that I have to escort this weapon to vault myself with yours and his company."
*Octavious nods in Master Rawkill's direction.*
"Whether or not this is the true weapon or a clever copy, it has an ancient evil about it and I could not forgive myself if something happened to either one of you simply because I turned it over. So please forgive my defiance."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2014 16:28:26 GMT -8
Rawkill hopped of his seat, standing a couple inches shorter then when he had been seated, whilst still remaining roughly a meter or more shorter then everyone else in the room. He moved closer to Octavious, placing his paw on the man's arm. Although he could see the man's logic, he had a bad feeling about allowing Octavious to know the location of the vault the sword would be deposited into
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I do understand your concern. However, I must wonder if it wise if we allow you to know the location of this particular item? Your contact with the relic and it's call to you makes me weary...
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Post by Raylia Venci on Jan 18, 2014 9:54:33 GMT -8
Raylia folded her hands in front of her, a gentle expression of firm decision on her face. She agreed with Rawkill immensely on not allowing Octavious to know the location of the vault or the mechanisms for how to gain entrance. It was plain that he was very much affect by the proximity of the item and it did not bode well for any intended study of the artifact. If this was as he claimed, she wondered if the vault were truly the safest spot. She made up her mind immediately. It would be stored for the night and then it would be taken by her staff under heavy guard to a secure location where none would seek to find it. Even if Octavious were lured by the thought of the sword, he would not know where to look for it. Her voice was kind but carried the weight of her resolve. "I must agree with my colleague. You seem to be very affected by your contact with this item. I'm afraid for your safety, you must surrender it here. Master Rawkill and I will escort it to the vault, if you and Mirania would like to head to the residential quarters, we will meet you there shortly to discuss other business."
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