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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2016 19:54:20 GMT -8
No one bothered responding to Te'oma's foolish ramblings, Satish could barely be bothered to bring himself to the effort that he would require to snuff out that fire that was her life, and if she was half as good as she seemed cocky, then she would make for a good assassin. He signalled to the Metal Shaper's as Te'oma directed her rancor back to her ship, with the Shaper's acting as unseen guards in the tree's, making sure she returned to her ship and left Dathomir, their cables extending across any path that the Echani woman might try follow that lead elsewhere but her ship. Meanwhile, Satish, Ebony and Lithia headed back to the main fortress, heading to the throne room, as messengers went out across Dathomir, seeking the mothers of the various Witch clans, to bring them before Ebony, so that the next phase of their plan could be completed
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Post by Te'oma Ordo on Feb 23, 2016 15:12:15 GMT -8
*Te'oma urged her Rancor to turn towards her ship and starts off, she looked over her shoulder one last time, looking down upon the so called nightsister, she shook her head again, if Sabine hadn't turned on her mother and caused a hate for Nightsisters she'd still call herself one, but as a woman who wanted to not only be seen as powerful but have the ability to back it up, she was disgusted to see the woman on her knees as she were. She turns away to look towards her ship and carries onward, if her mother were not here she had to start searching other areas, she jumps off of her mount upon reaching her ship and climbs the ramp, coaxing her reluctant rancor aboard, she knew his distaste for leaving any planets surface. Once aboard she started firing up her ship and taking off, the young woman's ship headed for upper atmosphere and then into space.*
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A couple days passed, before the Matriarchs of the various clans were assembled at the fortress, each one bringing a small retinue of followers that set up camp outside of the Fortress limits. On the morning of the second day of the gathering, the Matriarchs and their closest bodyguards were summoned to the great throne room, where Ebony sat upon the newly furbished throne, with Satish to her right, and Lithia to her right, with Satish's generals arrayed to either side. Behind them all, arrayed like trophies, were the Nightsisters that Satish had taken as concubines, each one dressed in equally revealing clothes, hiding very little beneath the fabric they were permitted to wear. At a small signal from Ebony, the doors to the room were closed, causing a hush to fall across the gathered leaders, as Satish exmained each and everyone of them, wondering just how many would bend the knee willingly as Ebony addressed those gatheredWelcome my fellow Sisters! Today is a momentus occasion, for it has been many an age since we, the daughters of Allya, have gathered together like this. But today, we do so within the house of our most hated enemy, the Nightsister Clan, thanks to the aide of my newly wed husband, Satish, and his Shapers of Kro Var.Satish then took a bow to all those present, as Ebony had motioned to him to do so, causing the various Matriarchs to begin whispering with their aides about what was happeningA crippling blow has been struck against our most hated foe, and now is the time for us to seize this opportunity, to come together as the Witches of Dathomir, and proclaim to all that the rule of the Nightsisters is at an end. Let us no longer be forced to stand in the shadow of our fallen Sisters, and instead step out into the light once more, and remove the taint from our homeworld... To that end, I have gathered you all here, to proclaim myself as the Grand Matriarch of Dathomir, for we must unite together, so that we may have the strength to ensure that darkness does not take hold here ever again. We have all strayed from Allya's teachings, but together, we can become what we were always meant to be, a united sisterhood, not bound by geographical areas or interpretations! Take a knee before me, and swear your allegiance to me, and together we shall make a better tomorrow! Whoever is with me, kneel now.Satish watched the Matriarchs, the women taking a moment to consider the proposal that Ebony had just delivered, before several of them knelt before Ebony, leaving a number of Clan Mothers still standing. Ebony examined the women who had refused to kneel, having expected some resistance to her proposal, and most of those who stood standing, were the one's she had expected to resist. She then settled her gaze upon the woman known as Elyse Mistwatcher, Clan Mother of the Misty Falls Clan, whom she had frequently had disagreements with, and who had objected to the assault upon the Nightsisters. It had been her actions, which had caused a number of the other Matriarchs to agree that Ebony should undertake the task alone, if she expected to prove herself in their eyes, and now her task was complete, and Elyse still did not seem satisfiedDo you have an objection Elyse? Are you still not satisfied that I am fit to rule?Do you even need to ask that? I have never thought you fit to lead your own Clan, let alone all of our clans combined. You had to resort to the use of this pathetic male, and his Shapers, just to defeat the Nightsisters! How do you think you are worthy of leading us?A couple of the other Matriarchs nodded in agreement with Elyse's words, though whether they did so out of fear, or because they genuinely agreed, Ebony could not tell, but she did not lose her composure as she turned her gaze upon Satish, as he met her gaze, the pair coming to a silent agreement, before Ebony shifted her gaze back to Elyse, as a smile crept across her faceWell then, how about you prove just how weak this man is then? I mean, if he is as weak as you claim, then you should have no trouble beating him, and proving he has no worth. And if you can defeat him, beating me should be no problem for you as well. Or are you perhaps to weak to take up the Challenge?Very well then. Challenge accepted! I will make short work of this male of yours, and then remove you from that throne of yours!Satish then moved to one end of the room, whilst Elyse moved to the other, with the Matriarchs and their retinues moving to the far end of the room, giving the pair of combatants as much space as was possible, even though the throne room was pretty spacious as was. Satish performed some stretches, as they waited for an aide to retrieve Elyse's halberd, before retruning a few moments later, the Witch Mother feeling the weapon in her hands and doing a couple movements with it, which Satish assumed was meant to be some effort to scare him. If anything, her little display served only to bore him, her power to induce fear nullified upon the Shaper as he listened to the voices of the spirits, whom already seemed more content with the balance of this worldBe sure to let me know when playtime is over...Ready when you are, brute! You are no better than the nightsisters!Let this fight begin!Satish shook his head at her failed attempt to mock him, as he moved across the room, his gaze set upon Elysa as the glow of his eyes and tatoos took on a blood red hue. Elyse tried to strike him with her halberd, but Satish's strength and speed were such that he was able to grab a hole of the weapon just below the blade, and shift it aside, as his right hand struck out, and gripped tightly around the matriarchs throat. Not once did he tear his gaze from her, as he ripped the weapon from her hands, lifting her up into the air by her neck as the halberd went crashing across the floorYou are weak! I was blessed by the spirits with all of their power! How could a simple Witch such as yourself hope to defeat me! Now, witness my power!With that, Satish began to move his hand in the air, manipulating the flow of her blood, emulating a number of acts being committed upon her body, which drew forth moans and groans from the Matriarch, as she fought to resist his power. But whilst her mind fought to deny him, her body could not deny what was being done to it, before she let out a scream of pleasure, as she was brought to a state of sheer ecstasy. It was then that Satish wrought his mark upon her neck, before he let her go, the woman falling to her knees upon the ground, as she tried to process just what had happened. Satish turned to the other matriarchs, looking to the ones that had stood defiantly against Ebony, all of them quickly taking the knee, before he turned back to Ebony and knelt before herAll Hail Ebony Shadowwalker, Grand Matriarch of Dathomir!We pledge our allegiance to you!With his head bowed, a smile crept across Satish's face, all was going according to their plan. Dathomir would be united beaneath the Witches of Dathomir, and the Shapers would have a new home, a place to expand
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2016 22:22:25 GMT -8
With her husband away meeting with the Jedi Order, Ebony was left to oversee the settling of the Shapers and the reorganisation of the Witches. Thankfully the former was a fairly easy task, since the shapers were capable of erecting their own structures and towns under the command of Satish's four generals: Girilal, Ryuu, Mizuko and Meghana. The later task, however, was a little more difficult. Eons had passed since the Daughters of Allya had split into the various tribes that now existed. Each one had their own version and copy of the Book of Law, which had been originally penned by Allya. Each tribe had added their own discoveries to such tomes, meaning that Ebony and her sisters had the task of working with the various clan Mothers to concatenate them all into the one piece of work. But she was confident that she was up to the task, and that there would be more to add once the Jedi were back upon Dathomir. Their teachings would allow them to access new spells, of that, she was certain
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2017 11:34:38 GMT -8
The Pride of Satish made its descent down to the surface. A handful of Metal Shapers and a pair of Witches from Ebony's honor guard stood waiting at the landing site just outside of the Fortress. The Consular-class Cruiser touched down a few moments later. Satish descended the landing ramp, followed by General Sona and a handful of Metal Shapers. The Witches approached Satish first, giving a short bow to their Matriarch's Consort
Welcome home Satish...
It's good to be back...
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Post by Morgan Calmcacil on Jan 6, 2018 23:58:49 GMT -8
*It had honestly been about time for Morgan to make her way to Dathomir. She'd heard stories of the Witches and their communion with nature; Morgan could very much relate to this aspect of their culture. That, and the presence of Shapers of Kro Var as well... Morgan was capable of some slight manipulation of water, and the idea of having professional guidance in that art was equally intriguing.
What made this meeting possible was the relationship Dathomir had with the Galactic Alliance and the Jedi Order. Now that there was a "peace" period, it was the perfect opportunity for her to seek training from the natives. She had initially planned to come alone, but Laney had practically begged her to let her come along as well. It didn't take much persuasion before she relented, then the two of them—along with Morgan's tailring Lokay—were delivered to Dathomir.
The shuttle arrived at the fortress that once belonged to the Nightsisters, whose influence had been all but removed from the world as the Witches were restored to power. It set down just outside the fortress, the pilot disembarking with the two children to meet with the greeting party. Morgan opted to don a newer tunic made for her by the Felucians, since she had finally outgrown the previous outfit. Just like the previous one, it was dark brown in color, decorated with many colorful stones and animal teeth woven into the fabric. From her hip hung her lightsaber, while across her shoulder was slung her quiver, bow, and Force-imbued whip.
Laney looked almost out of place next to her, garbed in a very modern-but-simple dress, her own lightsaber also at her hip. Both of them awaited their greeting party but took plenty of time to observe their surroundings in awe.*
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2018 10:55:35 GMT -8
Satish stood at the head of the welcoming party that consisted of several Witches from the Royal Guard. He watched as the shuttle descended down through the sky. Touching down on a landing bad just in front of him. It’s occupants not entirely unknown to him. During his trip to Felucia, he had became aware of the daughter of Jedi Master Aerandir Calmcacil. A child known as Morgan Calmcacil. Whom held a strong connection to the spirits of Felucia.
They were tales he had relayed to Matriarch Ebony upon his return to Dathomir. Which had contributed to her excitement when news of Morgan's intention visit had reached them. It had not taken much convincing on his part after that to allow the visit. After all, Ebony already wished to train with the Jedi and learn more of their ways. So, for a Jedi to wish to learn the ways of the Witches. It was a gift wrapped opportunity to strengthen the bonds between the two groups.
Satish moved forward as Morgan, Laney, and the Pilot disembarked. Coming to a stop not far from them, with the Guards following suit. Satish was in his usual state of comparative undress. Which consisted of his boot wraps, a loin cloth, his gauntlets, and his head piece. The Witches behind him were clad in fairly basic cloth dresses of varying fashions, with an assortment of armour pieces wore atop it all. Unintentionally making Laney seem even more out of place. Satish gave a formal bow in greeting then
Welcome to Dathomir. I am Master Shaper Satish...
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Post by Morgan Calmcacil on Jan 7, 2018 11:48:10 GMT -8
*Morgan knew of Satish, of course. He had spent time at Felucia, but before that had been a prisoner in the Kashyyyk Sith Temple's dungeons... kind of. According to her father, he'd broken himself out and aided him in finding and rescuing the other prisoners. If anything, she may have owed him for delivering Mina into her family.
Returning the bow, she said,* "Pleased to meet you. We're ready to begin training!"
*The pilot nodded, saying,* "It seems things are in order here. Take care of yourselves, girls, and summon me again when you're ready to leave." *They then looked towards Satish.* "I leave them in your care." *Finally, they headed back up into the ship, departing into the stars.*
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Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2018 7:56:42 GMT -8
Eager little one's, aren't you?
Satish said with a little humour in his voice. He then turned his attention from Morgan to the pilot, as he said his farewells
And in good care they shall be kept...
As the ship took off, Satish motioned for Morgan and Laney to follow him. Leading the way into the old Nightsister Fortress. Extensive repair works had been made to the mountain fortress. Turning it from a crumbling dark ruin, to a fortress of the light. Within these earthen walls, the Witches and Shapers could survive just about any siege. Satish turned his attention to the pair of Jedi girls as they walked the path behind him. Noting their fascination
This is the former Fortress of the Nightsisters. An ancient sect of dark side force users. They once poisoned these walls with their dark magic and enthralled the world beneath their control... But no more. Their taint has been removed from these walls, and any who remain have disappeared into the shadows or are held here. In the hope they might be redeemed of their dark ambitions...
The path wound through the cavern. Passing by several bathing pools that the Witches were currently using. Most of the occupants paid the passing group much heed as they strode in and out of the pools bare as the day they were born. One or two Witches did however stop to wave in greeting to the Jedi girls, before going back to what they had been doing
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Post by Morgan Calmcacil on Jan 9, 2018 18:58:05 GMT -8
*Morgan was indeed eager. Though it was always difficult whenever she departed Felucia, this time it was at least offset by the allure of new knowledge and skills... And admittedly, she was very eager to compare their methods of rancor taming to those of the Felucians'. It was still her goal to one day have a mount of her own...
As they toured the fortress, the two girls took in every detail—both visual and verbal—with intrigue. They knew of the Nightsisters: A bizarre and perverted faction of tribals whose uses of the Force were almost as unorthodox as Sith alchemy. At one point, they were thought all but extinct. Many years later, a resurgence of sorts had occurred... only for that to have been quelled by the freed Witches and the man before them.
They were, quite frankly, a cult Morgan wanted nothing to do with.
Not like the Witches. She admittedly found it humorous that they were good-aligned practitioners of the Force, despite claiming a name that often had negative connotations. But they were neither destructive nor perverted in their use of the Force; it was their bonds with nature that intrigued her, after all.
Almost as intriguing as what she next beheld, as they passed through what appeared to be bathing chambers. Emerald eyes widened as she glanced about, careful not to stare too long at any particular person.* "This is normal?" *she asked as she returned the handful waves, sounding not at all negative about it.*
"Eyes forward," *Laney quipped with a smirk.*
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2018 9:55:40 GMT -8
Satish chuckled as the two girls marvelled at the bathing Witches. In truth, it had taken him a little getting used to. This complete and utter lack of care they had for anyone seeing them naked. But for them, it did not hold the same connotations it did in other cultures
It is. The Witches are a matriarchal society. For them, bathing naked in front of visitors is nothing special. It would be like if a male in just about any other society bathed naked and conducted business. Though, I imagine they certainly take some pride in showing off their looks...
They continued deeper into the fortress then, before finally entering a large arena like room, where Mara Amberwind and Grand Matriarch Ebony Shadowwalker were waiting. Satish gave a bow to both women, before stepping aside to reveal Morgan and Laney
Grand Matriarch Shadowwalker, Matriarch Amberwind, allow me to present Morgan Calmcacil and Delaney Vada...
Ebony smiled as she looked at the two girls. Glad to finally meet a pair of Jedi. A historic moment to be sure
Welcome to Dathomir!
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Post by Morgan Calmcacil on Jan 12, 2018 20:00:43 GMT -8
*After hearing the explanation of the bathers, Laney nudged at an already-grinning Morgan and teased,* "Bet you wish you lived here, huh?"
*Morgan didn't answer, not feeling it necessary to explain why she preferred living on Felucia... but she definitely did feel mild envy of this one aspect.
But the chamber and the discussion were left behind, as Satish led them to meet two of the Matriarchs of the Witches. The two girls gave them a bow out of respect and smiled as they stood.*
"Thank you!" *said Morgan as she straightened.* "We've come to learn from you! And share some of our knowledge... well, whatever we can, anyway."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2018 17:45:58 GMT -8
It gladdens me to hear that! Perhaps you shall be the first of many Jedi that shall one day visit Dathomir... For now though, I leave you both in the capable hands of Matriarch Amberwind and my husband, Master Shaper Satish. They shall see to your training. And perhaps later, I can learn more about the Jedi Order.
Ebony inclined her head to the two girls, before departing the arena with the Honour Guards. Leaving Satish and Mara alone with Morgan and Laney. Knowing what was to happen next, Satish gave a bow of his head to Mara, before making his way up into the spectator seats. Mara meanwhile, moved forward and inspected Morgan and Laney. Trying to get a read on the two girls
So... you wish to learn the ways of the Daughters? It is no simple task. Our teachings are intertwined with our culture. You must learn to think as we think. See as we see. Act as we act...
Mara paused a moment, examining the two girls outfits. Taking note of what each was wearing
Which, for one of you, will be a lot easier than the other. Tell me, what do you both know of the Daughters of Allya? Or as you call us, the Witches of Dathomir?
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Post by Morgan Calmcacil on Jan 15, 2018 18:37:16 GMT -8
*Morgan and Laney gave slight bows when Satish and the Grand Matriarch left, then paid close attention when Matriarch Amberwind spoke. Morgan knew exactly the meaning behind the comment that one would have an easier time acting as the Witches and shared a smirk with her companion, then, when asked what they knew of the Witches, recited,* "The Witches of Dathomir are a clan-based culture who owe their traditions to a woman named Allya, who arrived here hundreds of years ago. While some of the clans hold their own rules, all of them forbid evil. They also commune closely with nature, something I know a little of myself." *She smiled, both out of pride and appreciation for nature.*
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2018 14:55:23 GMT -8
Mara nodded along in agreement as Morgan recited what she assumed was a passage from some history book. Quite impressive to be sure. She might yet make a pair of trainee's out of the two girls. There was a long way to go, but this was certainly a good start
Very well remembered... As the legend goes, Allya was exiled to Dathomir by the Jedi Council of old. When she arrived here, she banded together the people she found and wrote The Book of Law. Imparting wisdom from the Jedi Code and her own teachings to her Daughters... Her final words were to never concede to evil, for it will consume you. Words for all to live by. Whether Daughter or Jedi...
Mara took a few steps back, putting a little distance between her and the two Jedi girls
But that was not all that Allya imparted to her daughters...
A giant metal gate opened up at the far end of the arena then. Allowing a giant Rancor to lumber forth from the shadows. It let out a roar, before charging over towards the assembled, group. Coming to a stop just behind Mara. She ascended up the Rancor's side before coming to rest in the saddle it wore
She taught us to tame the Rancor's. Using them as mounts and beasts of burden. Turning them from our enemy to our friends...
Mara descended back to the ground, petting her Rancor on the nose, before turning back to face Morgan and Laney
Perhaps by the time you both leave here, you will have tamed one of your own. For it is one of the final trials of becoming a Daughter of Allya...
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Post by Morgan Calmcacil on Jan 16, 2018 21:23:00 GMT -8
*Morgan nodded with some pride as she was complimented and again paid attention as more was explained. However, the moment the gate was opened, she wore a wide grin as she already anticipated what came next. And indeed, a rancor came charging into the room, towards the Matriarch. Laney retreated a few steps in surprise, held still only when Morgan grabbed her wrist. But to Morgan, this was no unusual sight; it was just like the Felucian tamers, although, in her opinion, they were quite more nimble at ascending their mounts.
Laney just hadn't yet been exposed to Felucian culture as Morgan had.
When the Matriarch descended and suggested that perhaps the two of them could tame one of their own, Morgan nodded repeatedly.* "It's been my dream!" *She paused before hesitantly adding,* "Although I think I'd prefer to tame one from Felucia. The native Felucians, who I spend a lot of time with, tame their own rancors too! ... I just really haven't found the time to learn how to tame one myself..." *Or, truthfully, the courage; she'd encountered wild, hungry rancors more than once.*
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Mara waved to her Rancor, sending it back off into the depths it had come from. Morgan certainly seemed like a very willing student. If nothing else, Mara would make sure Morgan would receive the training she needed before she left
Well then, consider your time here just such an opportunity. Let us begin with something a bit more manageable though... Take a seat and open your minds...
She motioned for Morgan and Laney to take a seat on the arena floor, as she slowly circled around the pair
Listen for the whispers of the ancestors... Let them guide you... And meet Dathomir...
Mara started to chant beneath her breath. Reciting an old incantation which was mimicked by a handful of Witches around the top of the Arena. Calling upon the great spirits to commune with Morgan and Laney. To show them the beauty and splendour of Dathomir. To show them life through the eyes of the creatures that inhabited the world
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Post by Morgan Calmcacil on Jan 17, 2018 18:51:54 GMT -8
*While Laney had recovered her composure somewhat when it was plain to see Morgan was not afraid of the rancor and that the Matriarch had it completely under control, she was visibly more relieved when it was obediently sent away. She was normally one for adventure, but taming a rancor? She wouldn't know what to do with one! That was more Morgan's thing...
But sitting down on the ground and opening her mind? That she could do.* "This'll be easy for you," *she teased Morgan.
Morgan only grinned and said nothing as she complied, folding her legs as she sat on the ground. Lokay climbed down from her shoulder onto her lap, finding this a more comfortable position. The two girls then listened as the Matriarch instructed them and began some sort of chant, a "summoning" of sorts.
Almost upon instinct, Morgan reached out... but she did not receive the response she expected. Her brows furrowed; she was treating this like Felucia when that was her first mistake. This world wasn't alive. It had history, certainly, but no core spirit to link everything together. Instead, there were... multiple callings? This was a different sensation but one she and Laney opened their minds to regardless.
And in this... it was not quite unlike Felucia. Images of plants and animals and people and land formations flashed through their minds, all relayed through this network of "spirits," as the Matriarch put it. It was a binding sensation... and yet, not as deep as that of Felucia. Morgan supposed it might've had something to do with her complete and total immersion in her homeworld's presence compared to the more superficial connection she used to have...*
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2018 14:13:13 GMT -8
Mara could feel Morgan's initial frustration. A smile creeping across her lips for a moment, before the young Jedi realised her mistake. She remained at the edges of their minds, careful not to intrude as she made sure they stayed safe. Mara motioned to the Witches, as they stopped their chant. Waiting until Morgan and Laney opened their eyes to focus upon her, before whispering a short chant to cause a small flame to erupt just inches above her hand
Our power is derived from the spirits of our ancestors and the spells they have passed down from generation to generation. It is how we use our magick... For example, this spell is cast by chanting fira... But there are much more powerful spells... Any questions so far?
Mara curled her fingers back upon her palm, causing the small ball of fire to extinguish. Her gaze settling upon Morgan then
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Post by Morgan Calmcacil on Jan 20, 2018 17:02:18 GMT -8
*They opened their eyes to the sight of the Matriarch creating fire in her hand. An ability known more to Morgan than to Laney, but one the Witch— er, Daughter referred to as a "spell." She extinguished it and asked if they had more questions, to which Morgan responded,* "You can things like that with the Force too! I've wanted to learn but I'm trying to focus on one element at a time. Still trying to master water..."
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