((This will be the location of all information and RP's where my personal training, on my own time, by my lonesome, will be published to the population. As such, it is all canon, and is a continuation of my personal training.))
Djinn
Chapter 1
- Article 1, Section 1
- The Forging of a Lightsaber
The Black Market, Kuat
"I need The Mantle of the Force." Djinn said bluntly, his features shaded by the billowing long, dark robes adorning his lean, muscular body. Directed at a strange Rodian-looking merchant, one who looked as though he'd been through hell and back, wearing black clothing and iron plating, his words seemed to fall upon deaf ears as his statement was returned with a simple scuff. "I don't think you heard me." Djinn continued, becoming only slightly irritated as he dealt with the black merchant, he'd found the right people in his time on Kuat, "I need The Mantle of the Force, a lightsaber crystal I've heard only you can provide." his words came to a halt, his brutish voice dissipating into nothingness.
Without exchanging any further words, the Rodian pulled out a small bag, perhaps the size of a small stone, only placing it on the table before him after Djinn had tossed down an unusually large bag, filled with some bizarre method of payment, obviously other than money, something that snarled as it hit the shabby table. He snatched up the crystal, knowing it was the last piece, the missing link that was between him and his new saber, ordered to be forged by his master, Grand Mage Aequitas. In a hasty manner, Djinn seemed to almost float, not walk, within his fluttering robes, from the marketplace to his private quarters.
Djinn's Quarters, Kuat
Being greeted with the simple metallic hum of all things mechanical in his room, Djinn took seat at a small desk table, on a simple stool, tearing off the wrapping from his prize, revealing a vibrant, icy blue stone. He put it in it's place, a simple iron resting plate, which jumped to life instantly, moving gears round and rounds, mechanical arms to and fro, compressing pieces and parts together, both around and on top of his crystal, power coils, and particular artifacts. With his own skill sets, Djinn, tightened it all up, putting on the final touches of his masterpiece.
The hilt was simple in design, but devilishly chromed, with leather hand grips to prevent slippage. It was incredibly light, and with the flick of a small blue button, a shiny, icy blue, nearly silver blade sprout forth from the formerly lifeless metallic hilt. It's brilliant color revealing Djinn's previously hidden facial features. "Yes!" he shouted to himself, spinning the blade in his off-hand, disengaging it, and placing it on his belt all in one fluid motion, as if he'd been doing it his whole life.
Djinn stood, somewhat hunched over, curling his fingers around a book, delving into it's seemingly vast pockets of knowledge, letting himself entirely get enveloped in the book, a plain, leather-bound, incredibly thick keep of the History of Sith Magick, full of depictions, spells, rituals, practitioners, artifacts, etc., that completely intrigued the young Sith Apprentice. He sat in a corner of the room, attempting to feed his craving for knowledge in these darkest of arts, every now and again stumbling across partial information that caught his eye, making him even further curious about certain aspects of dark magick.
Djinn closed the book, it's rustic pages falling together with a dusty, loud crash of strange sound, his mind running wild with new ideas, new desires, and interesting concepts for new Sith Magick and techniques in the force, he ran from the library, actually more of a brisk walk, his robes of black billowing behind him as if producing a ghostly breeze. Walking through the palace, the gardens, and eventually the entrance hall, Djinn couldn't keep his mind fixed on any one particular thing, instead choosing to let his mind run wild with the images and text of what he had just read.
Djinn's Quarters, Kuat
Taking notes in a simple fur-bound notebook, his journal, perhaps, Djinn shouted to his new helper, a small, barely working droid, unpolished, unmaintained, and unkempt, "Come here, canner." his voice was cruel, Djinn hated machines, "Send word to anyone you can, I'd like to reserve a slot for practice in the Force Chambers for sometime early tomorrow. Get me as much time as you can."
Djinn
Chapter 1
- Article 1, Section 3
- A Discussion with Nihilus
Djinn's Quarters, Kuat
First and foremost, the most obvious object in the room was a rather large metallic block, humming and sputtering with static electricity, a transmission blocker, stopping any device within 100 cubic meters of his domicile that were placed with the intention of listening in on his personal endeavors. Djinn sat quietly, as if in a brief, momentary meditation, a small, yet bulky triangular object before himself; a holocron that had been filled with the data files extracted from Lord Nihilus' altar in the Dark Halls. His eyes opened, lifeless marble, before he clicked a small button, nearly hidden on the side, which made it crack open at the tip, and part ways, releasing a flow of blue static into the air above it.
With crackles and hums of static and electric current, the shape of a large being, standing well over some seven feet in height, built of billowing, ghostly black robes and a white mask, took shape in a hazy, dark mist. Djinn rose to his feet, seeming meager in frame compared to his dark patron, Lord Nihilus, a fallen Sith Lord, who's personal accomplishments left large boots for any one person to fill. Nihilus glared at the apprentice before him, or so Djinn thought, his patron's eyesight not distinguishable through the mask. The awkward silence was finally broken by the young apprentice:
"My Lord, I was banned from the archives and libraries this morning, by my Master, Grand Mage Aequitus, High Historian of the Kuati Sith Empire. My personal study in the darkside was said to be unethical, and I'm forbidden to study Sith Magick, as well as the darkside of the force." His voice was humble, but his confidence shown with no hesitation. "The upper echelon of this Empire neglects me, tries to mark me off as a bad person."
"They fear you." Nihilus retorted, very quickly, one might add, for a Sith whom was believed not to speak. "They do not understand you, nor know your origins and intentions, thus they fear you for your talents, for your ambitions." The Sith Lord was cunning, his words like daggers, cutting into your thoughts, as if guided by the force to manipulate one's thoughts, "Let not their ideals falter your ambitions, your drive for power will prove the most valuable asset in your arsenal once things have blossomed."
Lord Nihilus took a moment of silence, breathing very heavily, "I shall teach you what you need to know to strengthen your knowledge." Djinn nodded his head eagerly, excited that the Sith Lord, formerly a Sith of immense power, offered his knowledge, nay his skills, to such a lowly Sith, "Thank you, my Lord." was all Djinn could force out given the circumstance, bowing quite low.
"Tell me, young one, what do you know of bodily torture, and manipulation of matter, with the force? Torturing subjects with your mind?" Lord Nihilus asked, a grin quickly taking shape on Djinn lips..
