>>3792100
>A well dressed human's hand shakes as he presses it against the incubator. "Please..." he begs to nothing in particular. "Please let this one live." Kuat is an incredibly advanced planet, but even the wonders of modern medicine can only do so much.

>>3792100
>A well dressed human's hand shakes as he presses it against the incubator. "Please..." he begs to nothing in particular. "Please let this one live." Kuat is an incredibly advanced planet, but even the wonders of modern medicine can only do so much.

>>3792100
>Dromund Kaas is a place steeped in the Force, although these days it tends to avoid notice. It's effects can still be observed though. In Kaas city, two men beat each other unconscious mere metres from the abandoned child. Life here is cruel, either because of the beasts or the pirates. The child will survive though, against all odds.

>>3792100
>>A well dressed human's hand shakes as he presses it against the incubator. "Please..." he begs to nothing in particular. "Please let this one live." Kuat is an incredibly advanced planet, but even the wonders of modern medicine can only do so much.
i would choose Kaas, but i want to avoid a stalemate this early on, and Kuat was my second choice anyway

>>>3792100
>Far away from most civilization, on the barren planet of Bralj 7, a bizzare and terrifying reaction occurs within the swamps of Zhenebek. Pulses of light and gurgling noises emante from within the bog's murky waters, scaring the local wildlife away. At last, a grotesque hand emerges from the sludge ominously.

>>3792121
>>3792110
>>3792105
A surprise to be sure, but a welcome one.
Kuat it is.

>>3792100
>A well dressed human's hand shakes as he presses it against the incubator. "Please..." he begs to nothing in particular. "Please let this one live." Kuat is an incredibly advanced planet, but even the wonders of modern medicine can only do so much.

>>3792100
>>Dromund Kaas is a place steeped in the Force, although these days it tends to avoid notice. It's effects can still be observed though. In Kaas city, two men beat each other unconscious mere metres from the abandoned child. Life here is cruel, either because of the beasts or the pirates. The child will survive though, against all odds.
Edge!

It was very nearly a miscarriage, and were it not for your father's personal doctor you would never have survived past a month. Born sickly and frail, you are still the only child to grace Councillor Marriss' household. Still, your earliest memories are of his kind eyes looking down at you. You were too young to understand why, but your father soon became infamous among the other noble houses for his protectiveness, refusing all social visits until you were older and stronger.

Growing was difficult, and soon your best friends were doctors and nurses. You would cough blood and ate little, often requiring nutrient solutions rather than full meals.

Everything changed on the eve of your third birthday. It was worse than usual. You couldn't wake, trapped in a feverish state of semi-consciousness. You felt your heart slow and the breath leave your lungs. You were terrified, but remained enough awareness to feel your mind expand and brush against something else, something massive and incomprehensibly complicated.

You pulled at it, and pushed it into the sucking hole in your chest. Then you called your nanny, and got dressed for breakfast. All throughout the day you played with this strange new power, making the garden's flowers grow and wilt as your father watched, astonished.

>A month later, your home was visited by a tall bearded man, with a deep voice.

>Your father was even more resolute about hiding you after that, keeping you inside the house at all times. You complained some, but thought little of it.

>>3792100
>>A well dressed human's hand shakes as he presses it against the incubator. "Please..." he begs to nothing in particular. "Please let this one live." Kuat is an incredibly advanced planet, but even the wonders of modern medicine can only do so much.
this sounds interesting, been too long since a good star wars quest came along

>>3792159
>>Your father was even more resolute about hiding you after that, keeping you inside the house at all times. You complained some, but thought little of it.
more DRAMA

>>3792159
>>Your father was even more resolute about hiding you after that, keeping you inside the house at all times. You complained some, but thought little of it.

we aint gonna be no jedi agri-core cuck

>>3792159
>Your father was even more resolute about hiding you after that, keeping you inside the house at all times. You complained some, but thought little of it.

I always liked overprotective parents trope. Shame no doting mother.

>>3792159
>Your father was even more resolute about hiding you after that, keeping you inside the house at all times. You complained some, but thought little of it.

>>3792159
>>A month later, your home was visited by a tall bearded man, with a deep voice.

>>3792167
of course we are gonna be a hero, we already have half the orphan trope down and we are rich
with the will of the force we will become, BATJEDI

>>3792175
Billionair Kuati-playboy by day
Crimefighter at night

let the cloistered upbringing begin.

allow me to write.

>>3792193
We are such a social recluse will be complimenting people by saying that they have healthy looking complexion and that they look well nourished.

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And so your early life continued, albeit with less medication necessary. You quickly became adept at strengthening yourself with what your father called "the Force." (Though such strength was quick to fade.) Your father also returned to his seat on the Kuati Council of Lords, having neglected his duties somewhat in your early life.

Your studies continued as well, graduating from the very basics of numeracy and literacy into more advanced topics, such as philosophy and civility to prepare you for your later responsibilities.

Unfortunately as you grew older, the stifling nature of your upbringing became more and more apparent until one day overcome with frustration you decided to sneak outside. You enjoyed your time spent in the gardens, but even they were walled off and deliberately cultivated by a small army of gardeners. You wanted to see proper nature, and with the bravado reserved only for the very young, you decided that the best way to do so would be to wander into the woods surrounding your family estate.

The most you'd have to look out for is the gamekeepers, and even then you'd get a telling off at worst.

You weren't expecting to find ruins... Nor for them to be so alluring. Great stone pillars rise from the ground, covered in moss and vines. Past those is a stone archway, with a set of stairs going deep underground.

You could swear, as your vision twists sideways and your mind reopens to the force, that you hear someone whisper your name.

>Who are You?

Current established details :Kuati Human Male.

>>3792236
I swear I put it down, but you're twelve currently.
must have accidentally deleted it.

>>3792236
Azerbaijan

>>3792236
Reyrem Barnbart

>>3792236
Are you asking for a name? If so, how about Kadwyn? Dunno about a last name.

>>3792236
To clarify, yes I am asking for a name. And you already have a last name.
Mariss.
sorry.

>>3792249
I support Kadwyn

>>3792249
Kadwyn is bettter +1

I'll cut the voting here, seems you guys have made a decision.
A reasonable one, and I have to admit I was worried that you'd name the character after a middle eastern country accused of human rights violations.

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>>3792262
>name the character after a middle eastern country accused of human rights violations.
Nevermind the human rights shit, those guys take baths in crude oil

You are Kadwyn Mariss, Scion to a Kuati noble line.

Your body is pale, weak and gaunt, held together mostly using the force and lots of medicine.

You're well educated and highly literate, fluent in Basic and Kuati.

You're polite, but have almost no social experience. You'd likely come off as awkward or a bit strange.

Your command of the force is strong, especially for one so young. You know little, but the one thing you do know is quite a trick. Forcing the body to persist when it should fail will be useful in the years to come.

"Kadwyn..."

It is time for the first of many adventures.

The tomb, (for that's what it must be) sinks deep into the ground and fades into darkness, but you are not scared. Where one might expect to feel trepidation, there is only a nostalgic feeling. Like coming home.

>That is why you take the first step, inquisitive and desperate to know what this place is.
>It's the adventure that pushes you forwards, The thrill of going somewhere and doing something unthinkable.
>It called your name, it knows you. You fight past the fear. You have to go look now, it might be a threat.

>>3792285
>>That is why you take the first step, inquisitive and desperate to know what this place is.

>That is why you take the first step.

>>3792285
>>It called your name, it knows you. You fight past the fear. You have to go look now, it might be a threat.

>>3792285
>>That is why you take the first step, inquisitive and desperate to know what this place is.
>>It's the adventure that pushes you forwards, The thrill of going somewhere and doing something unthinkable.
not mutually exclusive

>>3792285
>It called your name, it knows you. You fight past the fear. You have to go look now, it might be a threat.

>>3792285
>That is why you take the first step, inquisitive and desperate to know what this place is.
>>3792295
Pick one. They close but not the same.

>>3792285
>That is why you take the first step, inquisitive and desperate to know what this place is.

Curious and barely functional, the perfect balance.

Writing.

You take the stairs down, a hand on the wall so you stay balanced. It quickly turns, becoming a spiral staircase that goes a good dozen metres or so straight down.

Eventually, the floor evens out and you're left staring into the darkness.

"Kadwyn..."

Or not so darkness perhaps. Right as you take the first step off the floor, the room in front of you lights up like Founders Night. Braziers leap into flame and the long hall is revealed to you.

The tomb consists of a single long chamber, with lines of statues on either side. They're modelled after hooded figures, kneeling in supplication to some unknown entity.

At the end of a tunnel is an old door, you can't quite see how to open it, but there is an inscription in archaic Aurubesh that you can just about make out.

-as strong in the -ce, both [unreadable] coveted him. Prove yourself equal.

"open it..."

>maybe there's something you can use as a lever nearby?
>It's a big door, but everyone knows jedi can move stuff.
>There must be another way of opening it, otherwise how could they build it. [High intelligence]

>>3792387
>>There must be another way of opening it, otherwise how could they build it. [High intelligence]

>>3792387
>>There must be another way of opening it, otherwise how could they build it. [High intelligence]
did we achieve this due to the path we chose at the beginning? all that learning paid of!

shoulda guessed.

essentially how this works is int usually just gives you more specific detail on stuff, but occasionally the stuff you've got will give you different options.

>>3792387
>It's a big door, but everyone knows jedi can move stuff.

You search up and down the doorframe, checking around for a... well anything weird really. Sure you might have been able to move it with your mind or something, but that sounds really tough and you'd rather not exert yourself if you can avoid it.

Eventually you find a small hole in the wall nearby, it goes quite deep and you can't see the end of it, but a quick trip outside to find a sufficiently long stick vindicates you in your search.

The hole clicks as you remove the stick, and you hear a very old sounding motor rumbling to life. Feeling a bit smug, you move into the next room.

This room seems to be the end of the line, it's just as long as the other, but bulges out and rounds at the end, forming a circular chamber of some sort. In the chamber is a large statue of an armored figure wearing an imposing mask.

There is a set of small stairs leading up to an altar or something, maybe a stone coffin? Which is in front of the statue. The pull is stronger now, and you can hear faint whispers coming from the altar/coffin.

There's more statues ringing the outside of the chamber, each with a different mask.

A shiver runs up your neck, and you feel watched.

>Inspect the statues first.
>Check out the altar first. Despite how creepy it is, this place still feels safe. Like home.
>write in.

>>3792430
>>Inspect the statues first.
It feels like we are about to learn a shout

>>3792430
>Inspect the statues first.

If we feel safe in this tomb, then this place must be the family crypt...I hope.

>>3792430
>Check out the altar first. Despite how creepy it is, this place still feels safe. Like home.

alright, inspect the statues.
writing

[this'll probably be my last update tonight, I'll be back in a few hours.]

You walk around the chamber, taking another look at each of the statues. Whoever made these was clearly exceptionally skilled, and they're all immaculate, no cracks or anything. In fact upon closer inspection this entire room is perfectly clean. The other chamber was dusty and the stone floor was cracked.

Far more interesting though is the details on the statue themselves. Each and every one of them is wearing some kind of ornate armour under their robes. The only common thread is their pose both hands clasped together in supplication. Then there's the masks. They all have a T-shaped visor, but have different patterns apart from that. On one of them, you can still see a bit of faded red paint.

For a second you're worried, before hit with a a wave of that same nostalgia from before.

Right, yeah. Safe. there's nothing here that can hurt you.

You walk up the steps to the altar, and brush a layer of dust off the top. More Aurubesh, but this is so worn that you can barely make out individual letters, let alone full words.

[unreadable] -ies D-rt- -xas La-t of t- -evanc-st-

"Please, You know what to do."

>open it
>Open It
>OPEN IT

>>3792545
>resist the urge to open it

>>3792545
>resist the urge to open it
lol

>>3792545
>>OPEN IT

>>3792545
>OPEN IT

>>3792545
>>OPEN IT

>>3792545
>OPEN IT

what's in the box!

>>3792545
>OPEN IT

>>3792545
A Holocron?

>>3792545
>>resist the urge to open it

>>3792621
Big gay. BIG GAY!
[unreadable] -ies D-rt- -xas La-t of t- -evanc-st-
Here lies Darth -xas Last of the -evanc-st-

>>3792545
>OPEN IT

>>3792631
Here lies Darth -xas Last of the Revanchists

>>3792631
Maybe he will be happy at being set free?
More likely he'll be mad for desecrating his grave =/

>>3792545
>DEW IT

revanchist
adjective
re·vanch·ist | \ rə-ˈvän-shist \
Definition of revanchist (Entry 1 of 2)
: of or relating to a policy designed to recover lost territory or status : of or relating to a revanche
also : advocating or fighting for the recovery of lost territory or status

revanchist noun
\ rə-ˈvän-shist \
plural revanchists
Definition of revanchist (Entry 2 of 2)
: one who advocates or fights for the recovery of lost territory or status : one who advocates a policy of revanche

So this guy was trying to rebuild the order of the Sith, I presume? Mayhaps the Sith Empire itself.

>>3792714
Methinks it's a reference to Revan. Y'know. Popular musician of the famous space pirates "Nights in the alt republic"?

>>3792745
I know, but when it's an actual word it makes sense to look at it.

>>3792545
>Open It

>>3792762
Good cantina tunes have nothing to do with reviving ancient domains.

>>3792545
>OPEN IT

>>3792545
>OPEN IT
we sith gang now

dear qm, don't succumb to the curse

>>3792545
open ... it ...?

I have returned
and I will write.

>>3793287
yay, anonymous is back!

sorry, lost my name

You push at the stone coffin lid, straining to uncover whatever might be within as the voice whispers encouragement in your ear. But it is heavy stone, and you were never the strongest boy around. Your breathing is heavy, and the voice stops while you lean against the altar.

Then you gather yourself and try again.

This time though you reach into the force, pulling energy from your surroundings and into your body. Weak limbs flex and strain as you lift the lid, and for a single terrifying moment you swear you can feel your arms bending, then you push one last time, and it is over.

Massaging your arms, you take a look inside the coffin. There's no actual body inside, strangely, just disturbed earth and a small canvas bag, marked with strange symbols. This definitely isn't Aurebesh.

>Inside is a black cylindrical object you recognise as a lightsaber, though it's incredibly old.
>Inside is a silver mask, with a human face and metal sigils.
>inside is a small pyramid, which sputters and glows blue.

Rolled 3 (1d3)

>>3793299
Uhhhh

>>3793299
>inside is a small pyramid, which sputters and glows blue.

>>3793299
>blue pyramid
HOLOCRON

a decisive choice is made.

>>3793319
yeah, >>3793300 the force made its will known to us pretty clearly

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It's... glowing?

The pyramid is small and made of a strange crystal that you don't recognise. It's also cracked, now that you look at it a bit closer, and sparks occasionally while the glow ebbs and grows.

"I wouldn't bother with that, it's quite broken."

You spin, jumping as the voice from before makes itself known again. It's clearer now, and you can make out the aristocratic tone. If you had to describe it, you'd say it sounded a bit smug.

Far more important however, is the softly glowing figure in front of you. He's tall, and most likely human. Although you can't really see it through the mask. He's also wearing the same armour and robe combination on each of the statues. Though his mask has eye holes rather than a visor.

"You..." He stops, tilting his head. "Can you actually see me?"

You don't really know how to answer that, beyond simply nodding.

"Hmm... Well isn't that a stroke of luck."

He stops for a second, before pacing back and forth across the chamber floor while you gather yourself.

You remember your father's lessons, now would be a great moment to take control of the conversation and get some answers. And you are just bursting with questions aren't you?

>what is your first question for this strange man?

>>3793350
Who are you?
What is this place?
How did you get here?
What do you mean stroke of luck?

>>3793350
>are you a jedi?

most people dont know what sith are, so this is an obvious question

>>3793350
Why is it strange that I can see you?

>>3793354
>>3793356
>>3793364
I've got to do some shopping, if you could pick one of these in the next half hour or so that'd move things along nicely.

>>3793364
Let's go with this one

>>3793364
Let's lead with this

>>3793366
Your handle us very familiar... I feel like I have seen it before

>>3793378
He said he was an old /tg/ user

>>3793378
>>3793383
I'm doing this after binging all of Machine Minds quest. that might explain it.

>>3793364
this one then I guess.

There's a second or two of furious thought as you try to wrangle your thoughts back into order. Who is this guy? How did he get in behind you, you might be sickly, but your ears still work just fine.

Then your mind does what it does best, and starts pulling at things that don't make sense. He asked if you could see him... Why wouldn't you be able to see him?

"Why's it strange that I can see you?"

He stops, before tilting his head back and laughing. "By the force, you really don't know about any of this do you?" Then you feel something pushing at your mind. "Haven't even got any shields up." He falls back and leans on the edge of the coffin, adjusting his robe. "I've been dead for ages boy, I don't know how long. But definitely for a while."

You shake your head in disbelief, and point an accusing finger at him. "Nonsense, you're standing right there."

He's clearly taken aback by this, and puts his hand on his hips before answering. "Spoken with the certainty of a Jedi master, yet utterly wrong. I was slain at the very culmination of the second Great Sith War, by the Hero of Tython. Trust me, i was there." He chuckles bitterly before his eyes seem to glaze, reminiscing on the distant past. "He was a good man, and a worthy foe. In another time we could've been friends."

The sheer certainty in his words makes it difficult to believe, but a quick look at his posture reveals the truth. He's not leaning on the tomb, but rather an inch or so above it. He's not standing either, but floating very close to the ground.

Your confusion must have shown on your face, because he tilts his head and waves his hand for you to speak up.

"I don't quite understand, how is any of that possible."

"Through the Force." He says. "Many things are possible..." He scratches at the side of his neck, clearly deep in thought. Then he turns to you, and you can feel the determination coming off of him in waves. "I am Darth Rexas, The Emperor's Wrath. Tell me your name NOW."

>Refuse on principle, you are the heir to one of Kuat's oldest Noble houses.
>Just do it holy shit.

>>3793395
>Just do it holy shit.

>>3793395
>Just do it holy shit.

>>3793395
>Just do it holy shit.

>>3793397
>>3793398
>>3793400
The expected response.

>>3793395
>We already did old man. You are so old that you already forgot?

>>3793395
>refuse on principle
>remember he introduced himself
>etiquette demands we reciprocate with our own introduction.
>perform etiquete.exe

A part of you squawks in indignation, but it's quickly quashed and muzzled by your survival instinct. In the face of such a being, who radiates power... well there was only ever going to be one response.

Still, you inject as much false confidence as you can into your voice, standing straight as you answer. "Kadwyn, Kadywn Meriss. Son of Lord Barristan Meriss."

He hums to himself, before crossing his arms and leaning over you. "I know we didn't win, in the end. Not after the Jedi slew me. but it is obvious some of my order survived. Tell me boy, do you know of Revan? The Galaxy's saviour? What of the Sith Empire, did we at least survive?"

You don't know any of those things, the names keep coming, and the spirit seems to grow more and more desperate as they go. It is not long before the spectre turns silent, and you see him for what he truly is. A relic of a bygone age.

"You truly know nothing of the Sith?"

You shake your head. He inhales, then turns to you with rage in his eyes. "Good! GOOD! Those slaves to desire deserve to be forgotten! I would have revolutionised the Empire were it not for their treachery!" Then he slowly steps towards you, arms outstretched. "But I have not been forgotten... Tell me boy, you clearly know of the force. Even diminished as I am, I can sense your reliance on it. But you have only begun to scratch the surface. I cannot allow the ways of my people to die and you must learn control. Would you be my apprentice?"

You're stunned by the offer, but wary of this spirit and it's unknown ways. "Do I have a choice?"

He stands tall, and addresses you with utmost seriousness. "That is my first lesson to you, you always have a choice. Sometimes the alternative to assent will be shameful or painful, but the Force is a means to freedom. Freedom is the ability to choose."

>Freedom sounds good, you've been trapped by sickness and your father's smothering for quite a while now. (Apprentice)
> You require more time to think on this, and research to do on these Sith. Try as he might to ignore it, you've seen his eyes stray to the pyramid several times now, you can only guess it's important to him. It could be used as leverage if he tries to stop you. (Keep your options open.)

>>3793413
>>Freedom sounds good, you've been trapped by sickness and your father's smothering for quite a while now. (Apprentice)
We can research these 'sith' on the side, but this is at least something to do for a few years, considering we've been cooped in the house non-stop.

>>3793413
>>Freedom sounds good, you've been trapped by sickness and your father's smothering for quite a while now. (Apprentice)

>>3793418
+1

>>3793418
2nded

>>3793413
>You require more time to think on this, and research to do on these Sith. Try as he might to ignore it, you've seen his eyes stray to the pyramid several times now, you can only guess it's important to him. It could be used as leverage if he tries to stop you. (Keep your options open.)
I don't like this guy tbqh

>>3793413
>>Freedom sounds good, you've been trapped by sickness and your father's smothering for quite a while now. (Apprentice)
this wont end well, but fuck it lets do dis

>Power so strong that you thought we were a myth.
>How's that for the return of the Sith.

Time to write.

[probably gonna be my last update for today, I've got some stuff to do.]

"I'd be honoured to learn from you... uh Sir."

He starts nodding even before you've finished, placing his hand on your shoulder. "Refer to me as Lord Rexas, I dislike the term Master. Take the bauble with you, it no longer functions but may yet be useful. I must admit, I am ready to leave this place."

You examine the pyramid, attempting to divine it's purpose. "What is it?"

The Lord's breath hitches, before returning to his usual dismissive tone. "A belonging of mine, shattered by whoever stole my body and grave goods. I may speak more of it later." He keeps his hand on your shoulder and walks you back towards the entrance, scratching the side of his neck as he does so.

[He seems to do that when worried, you notice.]

Distressingly you hear begin to hear voices upon reaching the bottom of the stairs, voices you recognise. it's Bam, and his daughter Aola, they work for your father as forest wardens and gamekeepers. They're both friendly enough in passing, but you don't know either of them particularly well. [They work Outside after all.] You think back, and you're pretty sure you heard your father congratulating her on her fifteenth birthday a year or so back. That'd put her at about 16 now to your twelve.

"No way, he's not stupid. Going somewhere that dusty'd be a death sentence with his lungs."
"Which is why we have to check, girl."

You hear a foot hit stone, and realise you've got a few seconds to figure your next move. You turn and look around the chamber, panicking slightly as your new instructor is nowhere to be seen. If they catch you, father will be particularly displeased.

>You could duck behind a statue, try to hide either until they leave or go into the next chamber.
>[You're not much of an impressionist, but the Greater Kuati Cave Bear has a very distinctive growl you might manage.]
>You could always just beg, it's hard to say no to a crying sickly twelve year old.
>Can't you use the force.
>LEG IT.

>>3793520
>>[You're not much of an impressionist, but the Greater Kuati Cave Bear has a very distinctive growl you might manage.]

>>3793520
>You could duck behind a statue, try to hide either until they leave or go into the next chamber.

>>3793520
>You could duck behind a statue, try to hide either until they leave or go into the next chamber.

>>3793520
>Call out to them that we are going
>FACE THE CONSEQUENCES!
No like really dad will be mad that all

>>3793551
+1

>>3793551
Eh, fuck it. I'll support. It'll be easier than hiding and getting caught. Just say we wanted to go exploring.

>>3793563
>>3793569
What he is going to do? Ground us? XD

>>3793520
>Can't you use the force.

ya a wizard harry

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>>3793551
Support.

>>3793520
>>Can't you use the force.
use the force, Kadwyn

>>3793520
>You could duck behind a statue, try to hide either until they leave or go into the next chamber.

>>3793551
support

>>3793551
This is the CHAD choice

>>3792274
I mean, Naftalan crude is largely unsuitable for any other purpose, so it's not really a flaunting of wealth or anything.
>>3792285
>Your body is pale, weak and gaunt, held together mostly using the force and lots of medicine.
Space Elric?
Space Elric.
Fuck yeah.

I'm back, and you have decided to go 100% chad by just announcing your presence and taking responsibility.

Lord Rexas will remember this.

>>3792285
>Your body is pale, weak and gaunt, held together mostly using the force and lots of medicine.
>Your command of the force is strong, especially for one so young. You know little, but the one thing you do know is quite a trick. Forcing the body to persist when it should fail will be useful in the years to come.
The rise of Darth Sion!

>>3795099
>just announcing your presence and taking responsibility
I like it. Yeah, lets play a confident (with an arrogant streak?) protagonist for a change.

>>3794679
>flaunting of wealth or anything
Did I imply that? I just find it really weird that people would decide to bathe in literal crude oil.

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You think first to hide behind one of the statues, but then the aristocratic haughtiness comes back full force, smarting after your conversation with Rexas. To hell with it, you are the heir to a legacy of dignity and strength. If father is so terribly displeased then he ought to have kept a better eye on you.

You step into the light and start climbing the stairs, calling out as you do. "Good afternoon warden."

Two heads lean over the edge of the stairway, both quite shocked. Bam is a tall, thin Nautolan looking for all the world like someone had stretched him vertically. He's wearing a fairly simple set of tan forester's gear, though he has a badge with your family's seal on his shoulder.

Aola couldn't be more different from her father, being short and muscular. You assume she takes after her mother. You've never really talked though, so you're not quite sure how she'll act.

"OI! what are you doin' down there!" Given her father's calm temperament, she definitely
must take after her mother. You can see her father giving her a stony look.

You stop and take a breath before you answer, about halfway up the stairs. "I'm exploring, it was getting a bit stuffy in the manor."

"So you thought you'd go exploring burial mounds eh boy?" Bam says, his large eyes blinking slowly. "You alright down there? No one been in this place for a long time." He extends his hand as you reach the top and you take it, allowing him to help you up the last few steps.

"I had to stretch my legs, you know how it is." You take a deep breath, still a bit winded. "Besides, it's as you said. No one's been here in a while. Perfectly safe."

"Ya father won' agree"

You cross your arms and shrug in response, before the three of you head back towards the manor.

"So find anything cool down there?" Aola elbows you lightly in the shoulder as you walk, nudging you to get your attention. "Or just old rocks."

>Light conversation's fine, but you try not to get too chatty with the help.
>Nothing much, lots of dust and cobwebs.
>There's some cool old statues, most of them aren't even broken!
>Write In.

>>3795155
>Write In
>"Found this huge Kuati Cave bear. Made friends with it with my blinding smiles & snacks. Managed to teach it how to dance too."

>>3795155
>>Nothing much, lots of dust and cobwebs.
though
>There's some cool old statues, most of them aren't even broken!

>>3795155
>Nothing much, lots of dust and cobwebs.

>>3795158
>>3795155
for the joke, i just can't resist
then this for real>>3795161

>>3795155
>Light conversation's fine, but you try not to get too chatty with the help.

>>3795155
>Light conversation's fine, but you try not to get too chatty with the help.

>>3793534
>>3795185
>ID changed
Fuck me.

>>3795164
This then, I'll get to it.

You turn to Aola while her father stops to talk into a communicator. Most likely telling father you've been found.

"Oh you know, bugs, rats and a cave bear. Nothing special." You give her a grin before continuing. "No nothing cool like that, you don't have to worry. There were some statues though, they were pretty cool."

"Statues huh?" She doesn't look particularly impressed. "Not really my kind of thing, unless they were statues of like, cool giant monsters or something." Your journey continues with some light conversation, but soon after you're back in the manor grounds. Your father is waiting for you by the front steps.

He's tall, with greying hair and a haughty demeanour. Most of his face is dominated by hair, a bushy moustache that links up with his mutton chops and sideburns. He's wearing his smoking jacket and trousers currently, no doubt having been roused from his office or the lounge. It's fairly late in the day, so you shouldn't have interrupted anything that important.

The first words out of his mouth, as usual are "Are you alright?" Those, or a similar phrase ought to be the header of your biography, given how commonly you hear it. You simply nod, and he responds in kind.

A man of few words as ever, he simply gives the warden and his daughter a nod before turning and asking you to follow. "Walk with me." You give them a nod as well before turning, which Aola seems to find rather amusing.

The manor is a particularly impressive one even by Kuati standards, a three story building of marble and wood in the traditional style, though stone does give way to carpeted floors on the upper levels.

Father is silent for most of the trip as he leads you back towards your chambers, which in of itself is not so unusual, he's a man of few words, rather legendary for it in fact.

1/2

>>3795298
You sit down on an armchair in your lounge and wait while he fetches the various hypos and tablets needed for your body to keep functioning. You've already had the arguments over it of course, why keep wasting money on treatments that don't do anything? Your father neither likes the force, nor trusts it though, so they continue. They do make it easier though, the force is tiring to draw on. Speaking of tiring... You let out a heavy yawn and stretch in your chair. You could swear you didn't spend that long in the tomb, but you can already see the sun going down through the windows.

"Don't fall asleep yet son." Right on queue, you feel a hand grab onto your arm holding it steady while the injector is pressed to your shoulder. He keeps speaking, a somewhat morose look on his face as he swaps out the capsules for the injector. "I'm very disappointed Kadwyn. You know you're not supposed to leave the manor."

>He's missing out the last bit, the bit where he says until you're stronger. Well you're stronger now.
>You've got the force keeping you up. It'll take more than some dust to hurt you.
>You know that, but there's only so many conversations you can have with a doctor or a butler.
>[You're not entirely sure it was your fault. Rexas could speak into your mind after all. Maybe you should tell him what you found.]
>Write In.

>>3795300
>He's missing out the last bit, the bit where he says until you're stronger. Well you're stronger now.
I won't live my whole life trapped in the manor.

>>3795300
>He's missing out the last bit, the bit where he says until you're stronger. Well you're stronger now.

>>3795300
>He's missing out the last bit, the bit where he says until you're stronger. Well you're stronger now.

>>3795300
We can see our mistakes
> Be apologetic. Father greatly cares about us and was worried. Whole staff probably was searching for us.
For the reason go with that we are cupped up here
> You know that, but there's only so many conversations you can have with a doctor or a butler.
And on what we found
> Definitely share with father all we found and learn people we met in our little adventure.

>>3795300
>You know that, but there's only so many conversations you can have with a doctor or a butler.

>>3795300
>>You've got the force keeping you up. It'll take more than some dust to hurt you.

>>3795315
Nah dude, we definitely shouldn't tell father we found a motherfucking Sith Lord. He probably knows history well enough to know what they are.

>>3795303
>>3795307
>>3795309
>Kuati Child with Rabies "I am Becoming Stronger"

>>3795300
>Father, how should one go about researching a subject that was forgotten, or perhaps deliberately hidden, if they do not want to gain any unwanted attention?
>[You're not entirely sure it was your fault. Rexas could speak into your mind after all. Maybe you should tell him what you found.]
Might as well get our dad who is less than enthusiastic about the whole force business to help us get documented without getting found out and blunder about, and tell him we are now kind of a apprentice - and perhaps try and introduce him to our new Master. It is the proper thing to do and he is our Father. He should know about this- meds are not really helping and our intuitive grasp of the force barely gets us going.
A proper teacher might show us the path to fortify our body to normalcy.

>>3795353
>>3795303
>>3795307
>>3795309
Not that being a bit childish about this is not IC, but i think we can do a bit more mature and continue to go full Chad, and tell our father about what we got ourselves into- and our aims to cultivate it under proper guidance, while having him as a counterbalance to a ghost of the past, and his perspective on things.

>>3795300
>He's missing out the last bit, the bit where he says until you're stronger. Well you're stronger now.

>>3795353
>The only reason kid is alive because force keeps him somehow alive
>"I am stronger!" coughs up blood

>>3795348
And? What he is going to do?

>>3795404
Yeah, I don't get it either.

>>3795348
We're going to learn sith alchemy to make our body stronger, right?

You shake your head and grimace as the medicine clouds your mind. Before "You always say I can do it when I'm stronger, well I'm stronger now. I'm not even sniffling!"

The ends of his mouth turn upward, and he places a hand on your head. "I know that now, but if you felt that way, then tell me." His smile fades as he hands you the immuno booster tablets, signifying the end of your daily ritual. "It's about more than just your health. I have many enemies, and you're still only a boy."

He stands up, placing the injector in it's case. "I'm telling the nurses and the wardens to keep an eye out, no more of this. It was a betrayal of my trust." He grimaces, before stroking his beard. "But I understand if you feel lonely or bored. The Lokk family has a boy about your age. Normally you'd be introduced by now." The reason why you weren't is both obvious and unspoken.

He looks at you, clearly expecting a response. You start, but are distracted by the weight of the pyramid in your pocket.

>I'd like that.
>I'm not lonely, just bored out of my mind.

>Tell your dad about the tomb before he leaves? If so, how much?

Gonna leave this for an hour or so, to give you guys some time to think about it.

>>3795443
>I'm not lonely, just bored out of my mind.

>>3795443
>I'd like that
I can smell the character development and future plot hooks

>>3795443
>>I'd like that.

>>3795443
>I'm not lonely, just bored out of my mind.

>Tell your dad about the tomb before he leaves? If so, how much?
Yes and everything

>>3795469
He distrusts the force, why in hell would we tell him about a potential sith ruin?

>>3795443
>"I'm not lonely, just bored out of my mind."
>"Why can't I play with Aola?"

>>3795481
If You don't trust your only family member that loves you over everything you already fucked up.

Dad got credits. He can provide materials we would need for training. Good luck geting shit we nead witchout him getting suspicious.

And what can he do about force ghost in our head? Call jedi that will take away his precious son?

Also our master doesn't seem to be of RETARDED EVIL alignment so it's all good.

>>3795481
>sith
>"What the fuck is Sith?"
-Our character

>>3795498
i agree so far, the part about retarded evil doesn't mean much tho, telling the truth isn't something sith are known for

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also I found this.

>>3795443
>I'm not lonely, just bored out of my mind.

>>3795443
>>I'd like that.

Lets keep the lid on for now. We can tell him later

>>3795512
while true, a non retarded sith probably would not randomly lie if there was no benefit in doing so

I see no reason to reveal EVERYTHING right now. Tell about finding the tomb and ask dad if he knew about it.
Yes, we're bored, not lonely. We're also curious, so maybe he can provide us with sources of archaeological information on the tomb and whatnot.

>>3795443
>I'd like that.

>>3795443
>I'd like that.

>Tell your dad about the tomb before he leaves? If so, how much?
Yes. Everything.

>I'd like that. locked in.

Since there's a bit of unclearness.

>Tell him everything.
>Tell him about finding the tomb, and ask if he knows anything about it.
>Nah, we good.
20 mins to vote.

>>3795582
>>Tell him about finding the tomb, and ask if he knows anything about it.

>>3795582
>Tell him about finding the tomb, and ask if he knows anything about it.

>>3795582
>Tell him about finding the tomb, and ask if he knows anything about it.

>>3795582
>Tell him everything.

>>3795582
>Tell him everything

>>3795582
>Tell him about finding the tomb, and ask if he knows anything about it.

Subtlety and diplomacy win the day.

>>3795582
>Tell him about finding the tomb, and ask if he knows anything about it.
Don't want to blow our cover too early

>>3795582
>Nah, we good.

>>3795632
BOOOOOOO!

You give it some thought, and eventually nod in assent. "I'd like that." You're only half paying attention though, and it's only as father turns to head out that you find the nerve to ask him about the tomb. "Did Bam tell you about the ruins I found? Out in the forest?"

His brow furrows, but he nods in assent. "Yes, why?"

You purse your lips in thought, perhaps it might not be best to tell your dad all of what happened. At least until you talk with Lord Rexas more.

"I was wondering if you knew anything about them. The statues all looked really old, and they looked kind of Jedi-ey."

He shrugs, then strokes his beard again while he answers. "Nothing comes to mind immediately. They're on our holdings, so they must have been surveyed at some point. I'll be a bit busy over the next few days, but I'm sure there'll be something in the family archives if you're that interested."

You thank him for sharing and he goes back to his office, though not before promising to have a meal sent up. You lay back in your chair and wait, fiddling with the device you brought back from the tomb. Most of it's cracked and broken, but it still glows from within.

>Push at it, try to figure out how it workx.
>Enough of this for one day. Plus you might not want to activate it before checking it out.

>>3795696
>Enough of this for one day. Plus you might not want to activate it before checking it out.

>>3795696
>>Enough of this for one day. Plus you might not want to activate it before checking it out.

>>3795696
>Enough of this for one day. Plus you might not want to activate it before checking it out.

If it's broke don't fuck with it.

>>3795696
>Enough of this for one day. Plus you might not want to activate it before checking it out.

>>3795696
>>Push at it, try to figure out how it workx.
we must have more power

>>3795696
>Enough of this for one day. Plus you might not want to activate it before checking it out.

>>3795696
>Enough of this for one day. Plus you might not want to activate it before checking it out.

>>3795696
>>Enough of this for one day. Plus you might not want to activate it before checking it out.

You chuck it from one hand to the other, then put it in a drawer that slides out from under the table. You eat, then head to bed.

The next day is as boring as most. Lessons in politics, philosophy and math in the morning alongside composition and a bit of recent history. Nothing too strenuous. It's when your last instructor sends you away that the day really starts. All morning you've been waiting to finally take a look at the archives, to start finding the solution to this incredible mystery.

The archive room is rather large, containing both data servers and several shelves of actual books. There's a terminal over in one corner, and plenty of couches to sit on in your search for answers.

Those very answers turn out to be less than satisfying. Your father was right, the ruins had been surveyed before by house Meriss. Unfortunately, the excavator's report states they had supposedly found nothing of value, and were unable to breach the door. Strange, considering how easily it opened for you.

"Of course they couldn't open the door. The tomb itself turns away those it finds wanting."

And Lord Rexas is back, you hope that appearing behind you doesn't become a habit. You've had more than enough sudden shocks for one life. He crosses his arms and groans as he stares at the report's title. "Unknown Ruins... Hmph. I was hoping it'd be your clan that stole my belongings. It's strange being so far from my body."

His masked face turns back to you, then he lets out a sharp exhalation. "And of course, you might have more success with a few artefacts to meditate on."

>Two questions, you get two questions.

>>3795806
>How do I make my body stronger?
>How do I use the Force?

>>3795818
Seconding

>>3795806
What he thinks we should focus on?
What we can do to improve communication between us?
>>3795818
>"Eat plenty of food, work out"

>>3795837
>and study alchemy

>>3795854
We have no idea what sith, the force etc is and our first question is about sith alchemy?

>>3795818
I'll support this

>>3795867
>We have no idea what sith, the force etc is and our first question is about sith alchemy?
read the chain

>Oh master, teach me the secret of GAINS
>How to Force good.

>>3795881
>>3793413

>He hums to himself, before crossing his arms and leaning over you. "I know we didn't win, in the end. Not after the Jedi slew me. but it is obvious some of my order survived. Tell me boy, do you know of Revan? The Galaxy's saviour? What of the Sith Empire, did we at least survive?"

>You don't know any of those things, the names keep coming, and the spirit seems to grow more and more desperate as they go. It is not long before the spectre turns silent, and you see him for what he truly is. A relic of a bygone age.

>"You truly know nothing of the Sith?"

>You shake your head. He inhales, then turns to you with rage in his eyes. "Good! GOOD! Those slaves to desire deserve to be forgotten! I would have revolutionised the Empire were it not for their treachery!" Then he slowly steps towards you, arms outstretched. "But I have not been forgotten... Tell me boy, you clearly know of the force. Even diminished as I am, I can sense your reliance on it. But you have only begun to scratch the surface. I cannot allow the ways of my people to die and you must learn control. Would you be my apprentice?"

>>3795818
This.

>>3795885
>"I don't know kid ask your nutritionist"

>>3795818
Supportin

>>3795886

>>3795837
>>"Eat plenty of food, work out"

>>3795854
>>3795837
>>and study alchemy
He was adding onto the prior post, not suggesting it as a question.

>>3795867
That being said, I absolutely would love to become an alchemist, just not when we have no clue what alchemy even is.

>>3795904
I'm quite sure our character understand concept of alchemy

>>3795909
>alchemy
>sith alchemy
???

>>3795913
Yes they are two different things
Thanks for the (you)?

>>3795909
I'm quite sure that our character is fully capable of comprehending Sith Alchemy. I am also quite sure, given that were are a noble scion on a planet renowned for it's factories and star-ship production that we have some grounding in both traditional chemistry, physics and engineering. What we have never had a formal education is basically anything force related Sith legends tend to be suppressed by the Jedi, so I have little idea as to how we would even know that combining the force with chemistry is a thing. That being said, as soon as we can I would like to start learning Alchemy.

"You said before that I could use the Force before, that I'd barely even started." You look around briefly, suddenly very wary of servants overhearing. "What do I do next? What can I do?"

He sits down next to you, and you watch as branches and leaves start growing on the wooden table before turning to dust. One bright green leaf floats in a beautiful arc across to you, and lands neatly on your datapad.

Rexas looks you in the eye, not breaking contact for a second. "The question is not what you can do, my apprentice. The question, is if there is anything you cannot do..." He stands up and gestures with both arms to the room around you. "I'm dead, and yet here I stand. In life, I was the second most powerful being in existence and led armies across the galaxy. I was, in terms of pure lightsaber skill, the greatest duellist one could find. The unrivalled master of Terentatek Style."

He stops and seems to regain himself, pointing a gloved finger at you. "There will be differences between us, surely. I was one of the many who did not receive visions of the future for example, you may be different. By the time I am done as your teacher, you will be the mightiest Force user in this galaxy, mark my words."

You can't help but be inspired by his rhetoric, he still technically hasn't answered your question though. "But how do I learn it."

He simply shrugs and crosses his arms. "If you were younger I'd start with general philosophy, but you already have teachers for that and I don't want to waste my time going over things you've already learnt. I will teach you in the afternoons. You'll need to clear a space somewhere but I think you can manage that easily enough."

tbc

>>3795904
Totally agree

>>3795931
>I will teach you in the afternoons. You'll need to clear a space somewhere but I think you can manage that easily enough.

> "I want spend my afternoon alone in closed room. I want no one to disturb me. Ignore the noises"
>"Ah, young master is at THAT age already"

>>3795931
"At it's most base, usage of the Force is simply learning to exert one's will. The force is everywhere, and receptive to the wishes of those who can hear it. It requires determination and control, and an ungodly strength of will, but your reward for learning to master the Force is freedom, true freedom. You might fail, and you wouldn't be the first." He raises one hand, wobbling it in the air. "It is a delicate balancing act."

You look down, adjusting your shirt as a particularly nasty thought comes to mind. Rexas notices, and tilts his head before asking "Is something the matter, initiate?"

"I'm..." You start, not quite wanting to verbalise the thought. "I'm not strong though, I should be dead. I got a fever once when I was a bit younger and it nearly killed me." His response is brutal, and entirely to the point.

"So you're going to sit around whining about it? Strength isn't something you have, it's something you cultivate, and it takes many forms. You're weak in body yes, and we're going to have to find a way of fixing that, but until we do you'll just have to compensate in other ways. You're already halfway there."

"What do you mean?"

He laughs, and pokes you hard in the chest. "You might be holding yourself together with adhesive and hope, but that alone is impressive for a youngling. Pushing a FEATHER, is impressive for a youngling. You cling to life with a tenacity that would be impressive if I hadn't transcended the very concept of death. And you use the force to do it." He stops, before scratching at the side of his neck in thought. "There are other ways too. Sith Alchemy could fix everything if the legends of old are true, reinforcing the body with Force infused vat-grown flesh or steel. I never learnt that art beyond the very basic principles though. Remember, all things are possible through the Force, Who's to say there are not more ways of strengthening oneself yet to be discovered."

"Now go, and prepare for your training.

tbc

[Just noticed how late it is. Will continue at some point tomorrow.]

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He's rather verbose, this Lord. But the sheer vehemence and enthusiasm with which he speaks makes it difficult not to believe every word.Having not found anything on the Sith, It's not long before you're back up in your chambers, having rearranged a side room for your purposes. You could simply have went to the gardens, but your father's small army of gardeners and caretakers would make learning anything there impossible.

Your ancient, deceased instructor stands in the centre of the room. It's an old guest chamber just off of your lounge, which never really got any use for the usual reason.

"There are two main philosophies of Force manipulation." He begins once you've sat down. "Or at least there were back in my day. We had more, lots of fringe cults and the like, but they all originated from these two. First is the Way of the Jedi, where the Jedi seeks to remove himself from desire and attachment to cultivate a mindset of detached enlightenment, They suppressed emotion and denied passion to maintain a calm and focused mind, so that they were focused enough to freely manipulate the force. This is usually considered the safest way, but it is not without it's weaknesses. Without moderation, one can become apathetic and listless, stagnating as those around you beg for your aid."

He points to the glowing pyramid, placed between you and him on the floor, which shifts to a deep red glow.

"Then there is the Way of the Sith. Sith immerse themselves in emotions and passion, Anger can lend you strength in battle, Fear sharpens the mind and quickens reflexes. Ambition grants you the will to change things. This Way is one of explosive power and growth. Your passions and ambition drive you ever upward, until you either reach the pinnacles of your ability or fall. It's rewards are incredible, but the risks are great. It is all too easy to give in to your emotions fully, becoming a slave to your desires instead of their master. I have seen Sith murder their truest friends over minor irritations, and weaken themselves simply to spite an enemy."

He kneels over the artifact, and it begins swapping back and forth between red and blue, growing dimmer and dimmer each time.

"For aeons the Sith and Jedi have done battle, killing billions and rendering worlds barren. Jedi fell and became Sith, Sith abandoned their ways and became Jedi but the conflict itself never changed or ended. Until Revan."

The pyramid sparks and belches thin smoke from a crack in it's centre, which forms a figure above Rexas' hand. You take a close look and recognise it as the central statue from the tomb's burial chamber.

Cont

>>3797149
"First, he was a Jedi, then he became Sith. Then he died, and was reborn as something new. The strength and ambition of a Sith Lord was leashed, muzzled and brought to heel by the iron discipline of a Jedi Master."

The smoky figure in his hand becomes two snakes, one with a red eye and one with a blue eye. They coil together and bite their tails, forming an infinity sign above the spectre's hand.

"The Sith code's final line is a simple declaration, The Force Will Set Me Free."

He moulds the symbol with his fingers, balling the smoke in his hand. "I will teach you Revan's Way, and mine after him. The Way of The Strong. You will start by focusing yourself... and holding this smoke in your hands."

>Roll me D100's
>Best of three
>20 succeeds, 50 without straining your body

Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>3797166

Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>3797166

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>3797166
Let's see if I remember how to do this.

>>3797173
Power Overwhelming.

Ever since that fateful night nine years ago, you've been able to look with more than just your eyes. A strange perception that's difficult to explain to others, especially your father, who's interested in the force only as long as he needs to be. You know it well though. The only way to really describe it is like looking into broken glass. You can see lines and spiderwebs connecting everything, with the width determined by the strength of that connection. One example would be your father and his signet ring. They are bound with thick chains of duty and pride.

Another example is Lord Rexas, and the glowing pyramid. Love, joy regret and sadness all mingle in a mighty braided cord, stronger than any bond you've ever seen. You can't see any other bonds from him, which is slightly confusing. But he did mention shields yesterday, so you imagine he might be concealing parts of himself through the force somehow.

He coughs, and you realise you've been staring. "My apologies, Lord." You clear your throat and lean forwards, eager to start. You stare for a moment at the balled smoke, wondering how best to proceed. You can still see the smoke of course, but you've a feeling this won't be quite as simple as reaching out and grabbing it.

You struggle with the thought, you know the myths and stories of course, but moving something without touching it is a difficult concept to grasp, you were raised on ideas of cause and effect after all.

You're about to ask your teacher, but his voice from before echoes in your ears.
"-Learning to exert one's will."
"The force is everywhere, and receptive to the wishes of those who can hear it.."

He's already told you how, you just needed to listen. Lucky for you listening is one of the things you do best. You reach out with both your hand and mind, watching as thin threads spread out from your fingers and latch onto the smoke. It floats up the thin strings, looking for all the galaxy like another outstretched hand. You grasp it firmly in yours, and push a thought down towards the smoke, mouth wide in a cheek splitting smile as it responds and curls into your hand.

It doesn't hurt at all, not even a twinge. There's no shortness of breath or tunnel vision. You can do it!
You look over to Lord Rexas and see him nodding,

The rest of the day is spent learning to bend the smoke, making it move.

Chapter One:Old Teachers.
End

Up Next Chapter Two: New Friends.

Nine years ago?

>>3797260
When we first used the Force.

>>3797271
Ah, makes sense.

You're fourteen now, taller and wiser than before with a new perspective on things. Your studies in the force have advanced alongside your understanding of more mundane matters. You've learnt the arts of telekinetic control, alongside shielding your thoughts from others. You've kept the truth of the tomb from your father, there never really seemed to be a good time to tell him.

Little else has changed around the manor, except a few new faces in the servant quarters. You've made sure to introduce yourself, but you've little reason to speak with most of them. Most of them that is, except for Aola who's taken it upon herself to act as your bodyguard.

"Please, help me Kadwyn!"

Completing your merry band of fools and corpses is Jerec Lokk, second son of the Lokk family and resident troublemaker. He's tan skinned with long blonde hair and a perpetually ruffled demeanour alongside a magnetic attraction to girls, which tends to end the same way whenever he tries to use his "roguish charm" on Aola. Seeing your companions wrestling on the stone floor never fails to raise your spirits.

(Wrestling might be the wrong word for it though, as it implies a fair competition and Aola is six and a half foot tall, not to mention four years older.)

You just chuckle as she "ruthlessly" raps the top of Jerec's head with her knuckles, a sadistic look on her face.

>"What am I supposed to do, start coughing blood at her? Die in her general direction?"
>Walk over and halfheartedly start kicking the pile of goofball. You'll either hit Aola and bounce off, or kick Jerec which doesn't matter.
>"Come on Aola, he's had enough."
>Write in.

>>3797352
>Walk over and halfheartedly start kicking the pile of goofball. You'll either hit Aola and bounce off, or kick Jerec which doesn't matter.

>>3797352
>"What am I supposed to do, start coughing blood at her? Die in her general direction?"

>>3797352
>>"What am I supposed to do, start coughing blood at her? Die in her general direction?"

>>3797352
>"Come on Aola, he's had enough."

>>3797356
Ditto

>>3797356
>>3797359
>>3797383
biting sarcasm wins the day.

>>3797402
sarcasm is the second step to the dark side for a reason

>>3797408
Obiwan confimed darth plagueis in disguise

"What am I supposed to do, start coughing blood at her? Die in her general direction?" You gesture wildly as they roll about, Jerec never quite managing to get away.

"It'd get her off me at least!" he whines, "c'mon maaan."

You shrug, before slapping your chest with one hand and being rewarded with a mouthful of blood. Aola immediately lets go of Jerec with a yelp, both hands in front of her.

"Don't you dare! I swear I'll-"

You just swallow and laugh, being joined by Jerec soon after.
"Oh yeah, laugh it up." She huffs, before crossing her arms. "You two are disgusting."

Jerec gives her his signature double finger snap into finger-guns, making every sentient being within a three mile radius cringe on reflex. "Yeah, but you love us though."

She shrugs, before taking a heroic pose. "Kadwyn's okay, he just hangs out with you." It'd be hurtful, if they hadn't had this exact conversation over and over since meeting, both with smiles plastered on.

You just sigh and try to remember where you were in the equation, glancing over the datapads and textbooks spread over the table. You try to get back into it while the other two bicker, but eventually throw down the towel just as Jerec turns to you with an expectant look on his face.

Chssk, he asked you something...
"Uh, sorry what?"

"I was saying we should get some fresh air, I know you're good for it and your pa'll probably let you out with other people. If not we can just rock around the gardens for a while."

>You should really be studying, that's technically why he's here.
>You're really not gonna get anything done like this, a break might be useful.
>A break would be nice, but there's no chance you'll be let out. You could always look for cool stuff up in the attic. You found half a dozen swords up there once.

>>3797459
>A break would be nice, but there's no chance you'll be let out. You could always look for cool stuff up in the attic. You found half a dozen swords up there once.
I smell a plot hook.

>>3797459
>>You're really not gonna get anything done like this, a break might be useful.

>>3797459
>>A break would be nice, but there's no chance you'll be let out. You could always look for cool stuff up in the attic. You found half a dozen swords up there once.

>>3797459
>>You're really not gonna get anything done like this, a break might be useful.

>>3797459
>>You're really not gonna get anything done like this, a break might be useful.

>>3797459
>A break would be nice, but there's no chance you'll be let out. You could always look for cool stuff up in the attic. You found half a dozen swords up there once.

>>3797459
>>A break would be nice, but there's no chance you'll be let out. You could always look for cool stuff up in the attic. You found half a dozen swords up there once.
Have we been trained in swordfighting even a little bit by Lord Rexas?

>>3797540
The tie is broken, and that's about to be addressed.

"Hmmmm..." They clearly do need to burn off some energy. "I'd rather not ask him anything now, he's got meetings all day and I don't want to interrupt."

Jerec's leans back in his seat and mutters a swear word under his breath, clearly disappointed his idea was shut down. You sigh, before sitting up as an idea hits you.

"Why don't we go up to the attic, see if we can find anything cool?"

They both look at you, confused. At first you're thrown off a bit, then remember that Jerec's new money and Aola's family are peasants.

"Our house is hundreds of years old, it's got all sorts of cool stuff up there." You grin then lean forwards to whisper. "I found a bunch of swords up there once."

Jerec opens his mouth to say something, but he's interrupted by Aola.
"Nice..."

The three of you rush to your feet, eager to start exploring. Unfortunately doing so unbalances the half full teacup you had placed right on the edge of the table, drenching your trousers in leaf juice. You just sigh and wave off the others' concerned looks.

"The ladder folds out of the roof just down the hall from father's chambers. Just look up and you'll see some braided rope hanging from the ceiling. I'll get changed and be right there."

You head back to your room as quickly and as dignified as possible for one with wet trousers. It's not too long before you're looking yourself in the mirror...

>Flexing a little, you might have the durability of wet cardboard, but a growth spurt hit hard and you're starting to bulk out. Lord Rexas even started your sword lessons early, though you're no expert yet. (Body +2/5)

>Sighing as you look at your scrawny body. you've gotten lots taller but not any more meaty. At least you've had more time for learning. (Force +1, Mind +1)

>Scratching at your chin, where stubble grows annoyingly quickly. It seems your family is cursed to have ridiculous facial hair. You flash yourself a smile though, at least you've never had dental problems. (+2 Charisma)

STATS that don't really mean anything, but are a decent measuring stick. 2 is average human.
Body 1/5
Mind 4/5
Force 4/5
Charisma 2/5

Eventually, it comes down to picking an outfit. Eventually, you pull out one of your favourites.
>Discuss.

I've got to go to dinner, so I'll be away for a few hours.

>>3797599
>Flexing a little, you might have the durability of wet cardboard, but a growth spurt hit hard and you're starting to bulk out. Lord Rexas even started your sword lessons early, though you're no expert yet. (Body +2/5)

Fix our weakness first

>>3797599
>Flexing a little, you might have the durability of wet cardboard, but a growth spurt hit hard and you're starting to bulk out. Lord Rexas even started your sword lessons early, though you're no expert yet. (Body +2/5)

>Flexing a little, you might have the durability of wet cardboard, but a growth spurt hit hard and you're starting to bulk out. Lord Rexas even started your sword lessons early, though you're no expert yet. (Body +2/5)

>>3797599
>Flexing a little, you might have the durability of wet cardboard, but a growth spurt hit hard and you're starting to bulk out. Lord Rexas even started your sword lessons early, though you're no expert yet. (Body +2/5)

>>3797599
>>Flexing a little, you might have the durability of wet cardboard, but a growth spurt hit hard and you're starting to bulk out. Lord Rexas even started your sword lessons early, though you're no expert yet. (Body +2/5)
cant fight the jedi if we cant endure a light saber duel

>>3797627
>cant fight the jedi if we cant endure a light saber duel
Implying we won't just force plague and then crush them.

>>3797599
>Sighing as you look at your scrawny body. you've gotten lots taller but not any more meaty. At least you've had more time for learning. (Force +1, Mind +1)

I understand that picking +2 body is absolutely the most practical option we have open to us and that I should probably vote for it. But being at the literal peak of what is capable for a human mind and having the highest possible potential in the force gives us the chance to be absolutely nuts. It would probably turn us into a massive glass cannon, but that's a risk I think we should take for the pure potential that having the maximum possible mind + force stats would give us.

>>3797654
Yeah, I can get behind it. We'll shape our body with pure anger and refusal to give in to mere genes in due time.

>>3797654
Supporting. No reason to stop being Darth Elric.

>>3797654
+1

We can always just do what Palpatine and Yoda did and just MAKE ourselves function using the force. And seeing as we can get Sith Alchemy later, we can just fix our body. We can't improve our force potential like that, nor our mind.

>>3797599
>Sighing as you look at your scrawny body. you've gotten lots taller but not any more meaty. At least you've had more time for learning. (Force +1, Mind +1)

>>3797599
I would vote
>Scratching at your chin, where stubble grows annoyingly quickly. It seems your family is cursed to have ridiculous facial hair. You flash yourself a smile though, at least you've never had dental problems. (+2 Charisma)
but it doesn't look like I'll get much support there, so voting
>Sighing as you look at your scrawny body. you've gotten lots taller but not any more meaty. At least you've had more time for learning. (Force +1, Mind +1)

>>3797599
>Sighing as you look at your scrawny body. you've gotten lots taller but not any more meaty. At least you've had more time for learning. (Force +1, Mind +1)

>>3797654
second

>>3797654
Quinteded

>>3797654
Counterpoint: We'll get killed in melee with a force user before we can reach this hypothetical godlike potential

>>3797654
Support.

>>3797743
I think anons can avoid that situation with good decision making.

>>3797749
There's only so many decisions we can make with a limited minmaxed toolset.

>>3797751
The tactical toolset is still very wide considering our exception skills.

Wait, does +2/5 mean +.4, +1 or +2?
The biggest reason I don't want to go +body right now is that we didn't really work for it. We aren't strong, our character recognizes this as an issue, and we were told that if we want strength, we're going to have to work for it. Suddenly having a body stat the same as or better than the average human just because we lucked out in the genetic lottery feels wrong to me.

>>3797654
THIS, the Sith aren't known for not taking risks. Imagine the power we could wield, force lightning and mind breaking alike, we'd be unstoppable.

>>3797599
>Sighing as you look at your scrawny body. you've gotten lots taller but not any more meaty. At least you've had more time for learning. (Force +1, Mind +1)

>>3797751
The Force is far less limited than Physical Strength.

>>3797599
>Sighing as you look at your scrawny body. you've gotten lots taller but not any more meaty. At least you've had more time for learning. (Force +1, Mind +1)

We're under the tutelage of one of the greatest swordsmen in history. It'd be a waste to neglect that opportunity.

>>3797599
>Flexing a little, you might have the durability of wet cardboard, but a growth spurt hit hard and you're starting to bulk out. Lord Rexas even started your sword lessons early, though you're no expert yet. (Body +2/5)

Ah, just got back and realised that my phrasing was a bit off.

Picking strength only makes it go up by one, but you also get the very beginnings of training.

I should have written it as +1 Body+basic training or something.

>>3797923
We're only fourteen and there's plenty of time to shore up sportsmanship when we've mastered the force three decades before expectation.

>>3797599
>Sighing as you look at your scrawny body. you've gotten lots taller but not any more meaty. At least you've had more time for learning. (Force +1, Mind +1)
We can always get MAD GAINS later, but the earlier we start powering up with the Force, the better.

>>3797599
>>Sighing as you look at your scrawny body. you've gotten lots taller but not any more meaty. At least you've had more time for learning. (Force +1, Mind +1)
Gymcels, when will they learn?

>>3797599
>>Flexing a little, you might have the durability of wet cardboard, but a growth spurt hit hard and you're starting to bulk out. Lord Rexas even started your sword lessons early, though you're no expert yet. (Body +2/5)

>>3797599
>Sighing as you look at your scrawny body. you've gotten lots taller but not any more meaty. At least you've had more time for learning. (Force +1, Mind +1)

>>3797599
>Flexing a little, you might have the durability of wet cardboard, but a growth spurt hit hard and you're starting to bulk out. Lord Rexas even started your sword lessons early, though you're no expert yet. (Body +2/5)

>>3797599
>>Sighing as you look at your scrawny body. you've gotten lots taller but not any more meaty. At least you've had more time for learning. (Force +1, Mind +1)

>>3797599
>Sighing as you look at your scrawny body. you've gotten lots taller but not any more meaty. At least you've had more time for learning. (Force +1, Mind +1)
Sometimes you just have to force these things.

>>3797599
>Sighing as you look at your scrawny body. you've gotten lots taller but not any more meaty. At least you've had more time for learning. (Force +1, Mind +1)