((Ms. The Hutt (that's where Durza comes from?) please report here OOC using dual brackets like I am.))
Durza
Hello, great prophet, will you be training me today?
High Prophet Crozeus
((I did say use OOC speech. In a roleplaying section of the forum use Out of Character brackets when speaking to the controller of the character.
I want you to know that I expect activity above all else on the site. I will get on at least once a day and I expect the same of you. If you comply with this, your training will be quick and easy.
Now I want you to roleplay yourself arriving at the Sith Academy. Do not presume I will be there. At least two expansive paragraphs, use lots of descriptive writing. Think about everything your character is feeling, everything he sees, hears, smells.))
Durza
Durza arrived in his M3-A Scyk fighter around noon. He landed in one of the docking bays, in amazment at the architecture of the buildings, they were beautiful, in a very menacing way. Before he left his ship, a thought came across his mind. What if this isn't for me? He immediatly dismissed the thought, and opened up the cockpit and got out of his ship. He was greeted by a tall man in dark robes. "What is your buisness here?" the tall man said "I don't really know, to be honest, but honesty never one of my stong qualities" Durza replied. "I'm Jaird, and you won't have to worry aboutbeing judged for that here" said Jaird. "Is there a place for me to stay here?" "Yes, there is a cantina with a few rooms for rent not too far from here, that way" as Jaird pointed south. "And I must go now, buisness as usual." Durza had left his affects in his ship so he had to get them first. He had nothing but a set of Durasteel armor which he stole on correlia, which he was wearing now, and two pairs of black robes, one of which, he was wearing the cloak of over his armor, and his blaster, and vibro katana. He hid the blaster in his cloak, and attached the vibrokatana (in its scabbard) onto his belt. But he had no bag for his clothes so he took the extra cloak and turned it into a makeshift bag for his other clothes.
He then began to walk through the halls and corridors going the generally south direction. "I wonder what its going to be like" he thought as he walked. It certainly seemed grand enough. He noticed the cantina, as it stood out with the crowd, witch was fairly small compaired to coruscant. He walked through the people, which varied in race. "There's was plenty of noise though" he thought. Most of the noise caame from the sabacc tables, but not to any surprise. "What can I do for you?" said the human behind the counter. "I need a room" he replied. "You're a lucky man, cause I only had one left" said the human. "And how much will that cost" said Durza. "30 credits" Durza had enough, but it was most of what he had left. "I need to sell the blasters I got off those guys on corellia" he thought. He handed him the credits, and the man told him witch room it was and were. Durza put up his stuff, and went to get a drink.
((Please note: I am new at this so if it is not good enough I will try to take example of you))
High Prophet Crozeus
((It was good. When using lots of dialogue it's a good idea to leave a line between each piece of dialogue to make it easier to follow, like this:
A looked at B.
"...," said A
"...," replied B
Then they had a cookie.
))
Several weeks after Durza first arrived on Kuat, he had acquired himself Prophet Crozeus to train him in the ways of the Sith. Many dozens of prospective Sith are always trying to get into the Academy and it is on a rare occasion that one would be accepted that fast - often many wait years. For one to be accepted in under three months usually means they have a lot of potential seen in them by one of the officials - in this case it was Supreme Commander Marix who had approved Durza's entry, and Crozeus had offered to train him, and soon after the pairing was accepted and now Durza was standing at the foot of the immense staircase that led into the general training area, the first physical test for all new apprentices.
At the stairs' summit, Prophet Crozeus waited. He was dressed in his usual attire, gleaming white robes with a black tunic and boots, a bizarre contrast of colour that was often off-putting. His 'living' lightsaber writhed and twisted at his belt, showing the slight nervousness and anticipation Crozeus felt, and masked, whenever he trained an apprentice. This was his fifth. So far, not a single one had passed through knighting. By now, Crozeus doubted if this one would survive either.
Durza
((One question, how am I supposed to have dialouge between you and I? I do not know your personality, and cannot guess what you would say. And should we describe the training meticulously? Or do we just do a short description?))
Supreme Commander Alor
OOC: My apologies, Prophet, but I think that I can answer this quickly, which means that your apprentice can get moving sooner.
Durza, I would suggest reading his character profile, as well as any duels or RP's that he has been in to try and formulate how he is.
Durza
((Thank you for your guidance))
High Prophet Crozeus
((You don't control what my character does, that is called god-moddding and is against the rules. As your master I placed you where I did so you would meet me. Look at any other training thread, every master is different, and you will see how things are carried out.))
Durza
((I understand))
Durza slowly walked up the stairs, watching the man at the top.
"I wonder if that is the crozeus I am supposed to meet" thought Durza, but he was barely to the top. "His clothes are odd, I expected everyone to be wearing black. But it is very nice. It would be nice to have."He thought. But as crazy as he was, he was definitely not stupid. And he new it would not be smart to steal from this man, for if this man was his new master, He would be strong in the force.
About a quarter of the way up the stairs, He thought€ "I hope they let me stay somewere here, because I would hate to have to walk up these stairs every day" But he knew if he had to, he would get used to it. The mans features were striking, something he only noticed as he got closer.
"Are you crozeus?" He asked.
High Prophet Crozeus
The Prophet said nothing. He simply turned and walked into the hall, sending a projection into the bedraggled apprentice's mind to follow him. He walked into the centre of the large hall and stopped, turning around to face his apprentice.
"Show me your weapons," he ordered.
Durza
Durza wasn't sure if that was a challenge, or if the man just wanted to see what he carried. He took his blaster pistol out, and laid it on the ground at his own feet, than unsheathed his vibrokatana and held it at his side. Durza caught a glimpse of what was at crozeus' (so he presumed) side, and wasn't sure what it was, but knew it was odd. "Show me yours" said Durza. "I'm not sure if he'll react kindly to that" thought Durza.
High Prophet Crozeus
Crozeus looked at his apprentice for a brief moment, slightly off put by what he had just asked. He raised a hand and sent Durza's weapons flying. Other Sith liked to destroy their apprentice's weaponry, but to Crozeus that was un-necessary. He decided to heed Durza's request and he manually unclipped his lightsaber and thumbed the ignition. With the distinctive snap-hiss the ruby blade, edged with gold shot forth and hummed softly, bathing them both in its light.
Out of his robes he withdrew two cloth pouches. He disengaged and re-holstered his lightsaber and held the pouches in either hand.
"Look at these pouches. Decide which one is the one you want. Look past the material, past what you can see. Look instead at what is in your mind, and that will help you get the one you need."
Durza
((Do I just make up whats in them))
High Prophet Crozeus
((If you have a question, it's better to PM me so we don't clutter the thread. But no, I just want you to choose one, but this is your first attempt at using some element of the Force.))
Durza
Durza was unsure of what to do. "I've never done anything like what he wants me to do" He thought. He began to search inside himself to see what he could find. And suddenly, he could feel crozeus' presence. He could feel the bags but he couldn't feel much farther than that "I've never felt anything like this before" He thought. He stopped and felt very weakened, and to see the world rather than feel it, was an experience. He looked at the two bags. And chose the right.
High Prophet Crozeus
Crozeus handed the pouch in his right hand to Durza, and opened the strings on the one in his left hand. He turned it upside down and gave it a little shake. Small rocks fell out and tumbled to the ground. He nodded and Durza opened his pouch. In it were five crystals - one was smooth and flat, two were elongated and pointed, two were obscure shapes.
"You see there a duelist's focusing lens, two colour crystals, one red, one purple, and two power crystals. The thinner of the two will give a blade a finer edge, making it faster to swing and more power to a cut, however it makes it difficult to deflect blaster fire. The other does the opposite - your blade becomes thicker, heavier, very blunt."
Crozeus gestured towards a work bench. On it was a set of instructions and the remaining parts needed.
"Choose your desired power crystal and colour crystal. Then head over to that bench and construct your lightsaber," Crozeus ordered.
Durza
He decided to use the red crystal, and the thinner crystal. "Should I take the other two? they must be worth something" He thought to himself. He took the crystals he was going to use out of the pouch, and then stuffed the pouch into the pocket of his cloak. He walked over to the work bench, and began to look through the instructions.
After finding were to start, he worked on his lightsaber, and thought "Hmm. I wonder when they'll teach me to use the force for offence." Then he wondered if crozeus was watching, so he tried to feel outward as he did before. He could not feel very far, so Crozeus could be in the room, just out of his reach. He decided to assume that he was there and said. "Why red and purple?".
High Prophet Crozeus
Crozeus had not wanted to disturb his apprentice - after all the creation of a lightsaber was a difficult process and distractions equaled failure. However at his question he crossed the room - he had been watching a pair of apprentices sparring - and came over to the work bench.
"They are the colours of the Sith," he said simply. "They are also the only colours I am allowed to requisition on a training budget for free. Should you want a different colour, different crystals or to create another lightsaber entirely, then you will have to pay for them yourself."
Durza
Red is fine with me, but I think I'm going to make a second." Durza replied. He was almost finished, but it would take about 10 more minutes. He hoped that his first lightsaber would work, and it should, because he built it the exact way the instructions said. And a few minutes later, he was finished. He got up from the work bench, and ignited his new lightsaber. It worked like a gem. But he was anxious to test his new weapon.
He decided he would speak with Crozeus first. He built his lightsaber with a dead man switch, so all he had to do was let go of the button, and the lightsaber turned off. He walked up to Crozues, Ignited his lightsaber, and then said "It's beautiful, and vicious, but when will I use it?"
High Prophet Crozeus
Crozeus stepped back, his own flying into his hand. It twitched eagerly in anticipation. However, he thumbed the power of the blade down so it was set to stun only, and nodded for Durza to do the same, before bending his knees and dropping into en garde. Several others came over to watch - apparently Crozeus was quite the one to see dueling.
"You will use it now, apprentice. Attack me," he ordered.
Durza
He switched his lightsaber to stun, and lunged forward. He tried to use some of the forms used with the vibrokatana, but the weight of the blade was different, so he fumbled and almost dropped his lightsaber. He clutched it in his grip, and then began to try to make swipes at his masters side.
High Prophet Crozeus
Crozeus parried the attacks with practiced ease. At least his apprentice was thinking, and trying to apply what he had learned with the vibrokatana to his lightsaber. Crozeus came on the offensive, steadily building up speed with his attacks as his apprentice became more accustomed to the blade.
"Do you prefer speed or strength, or both?" Crozeus asked as they sparred on.
Durza
"Both" He replied while blocking one of Crozues' attacks, although in doing so he had to roll backwards. He got up before Crozues could attack,
but now he was in a corner. He new Crozues would corner him soon. But he noticed something in the background. Another aprrentice, using the force to jump high into the air. "Its a good idea, but will I be able to do it?" thought Durza. He had to try. Durza began tofeed on his own anger, because, he realized, when passionate about something, he was stronger.
He released the dark side energy, instead of in jumping, which he decided was too risky, into a strong wave directed towords Crozues.
High Prophet Crozeus
((It's Crozeus ))
The Prophet raised a flat palm and absorbed the wave that had been flung at him, nearly instantly flinging it back at Durza, sending him crashing to the floor. The wave had been powerful - it was clear his apprentice had a lot of power behind him. He raised a hand again to show Durza the fight was over, and disengaged his lightsaber.
Crozeus walked over to his apprentice, who was getting up, and spoke. "I want you to find some text on two lightsaber Forms, one that utilises strength and the other speed. Write a small passage on each, then present it to me. Off the top of my head, I suggest Form II for speed and Form V for strength, but you may choose others. Go now."
Durza
He got up, and asked another student were the library was, found the library, and after reasearching the lightsaber forms II and V. He then found some blank flimsiplast, and began to write.
"Form II: Makashi
Form II requires easy motions, and is very quick. It is said to be the strongest form against other lightsaber users. It utilizes many feints to win a battle. Masters of Makashi have the ability to keep their lightsabers from being taken, or destroyed in combat. I believe this Form could make speed my greatest ally, second only to the dark side of the force.
Form V: Djem So
Djem So was created due to the rising use of blasters. And because I chose to use the thinner blade, this form may prove useful in combat against non-lightsaber weilding enemies. It uses many arcs, and strong sweeps. Many of the greatest sith used this form.
He took the flimsiplast and set it aside for the moment, and then continued to research lightsabers for another 30 minutes. He then walked around till' he noticed his master. He ran to his master, dodging the other apprentices. and almost tripped over the heel of one of them. "Here, I'm finished" He said, handing the flimsiplast to Crozeus, while trying to slow his breathing. "I'm going to go, and modify my lightsaber to be curved hilt. I learned more than just the forms in the library. I even found instructions how to make a curved hilt lightsaber, and its advantages."
High Prophet Crozeus
Crozeus nodded, raising his eyebrows at his apprentice's last statement. "Oh really?" He asked.
"Would you mind telling me what those are?"
Durza
"Well" He began. "It has been known to fit better in one's grip, and because it strikes at a slightly different angle, so it will off-set an lightaber weilding foe's attack." And then Durza paced over to the work bench, and began reconstructing his lightsaber. "I wonder if he's going to read it, or if he just wanted to make sure I am literate." He thought.
High Prophet Crozeus
Crozeus nodded and followed his apprentice, glancing over the flimsiplast as he went.
"Do you know the most famous practitioners of curved hilts?"
Durza
"Darth Bane, is the one I respect most, but there are also Dooku, his puppet Asajj Ventress, Na'Daz, and a few others I cannot remember. But my current knowledge is limited" He answered. "Why do you ask?".
High Prophet Crozeus
"Because that would lead on to your next task - picking a Sith to follow... though I see you have already done that, and chosen Darth Bane. An interesting choice. Why have you chosen him?" Crozeus asked, pacing back and forth behind where his apprentice worked.
Durza
"Because of his knowledge and use of sith rituals, his genius of the rule of two, his love for history, which I share, and his immense power." Durza replied. "I could name more, if I had a night to think about it." He was almost finished, and his lightsaber was looking beautiful. He mad the curve at the bottom to fit a small claw on the pommel, for when he had time to go to a market.
High Prophet Crozeus
Crozeus frowned. "You mentioned Bane's genius 'of the Rule of Two'. We think the Rule of Two was a good idea fundamentally, in that it wanted to strengthen the Sith, but it in fact weakened us.
We believe that every Sith can learn something from an other. Bane's fear was that weak apprentices would band together to take on the strong, but we police ourselves well to ensure this doesn't happen. Do you see why our way is better than Bane's?"
Crozeus put a lot of emphasis on the last sentence. His apprentice had to understand this vital part of their way of life. It was a necessity.
Durza
"Really? Are you saying Darth Revan was at fault? For you to claim to have more knowledge than the ancients is foolish. Were you to challenge Freedon nadd to a duel, you would surely lose. In fact, he would probably toy with you first, if not bend your will to his own and make you jump off a cliff! Do you think you would last even a second against Exar Kun?. It was not just fear that weak apprentices would band together to take on the strong, but because that to join together for a greater good was the way of the Jedi. Do you really think that any real sith would just openly share his power? Do you think that no-one at this Academy is hording even one secret?" Replied Durza, feeling the hatred growing within him, disappointed at his master blasphemy. "I will not meniton it again. And I would be grateful if you did not either. I still respect you greatly and wish to learn the ways of the dark side. Will I be sent away for our.... disagreement? Aren't the sith about anger, and emotion, and passion?"
High Prophet Crozeus
Crozeus simply laughed. "Oh, of course, the ancient Sith were more powerful than any of us could possibly imagine. And it is human nature to want to hoard secrets.
Do you feel that anger in your heart? Use it. Use it to give you strength. Attack me."
Durza
Durza used that anger to dive into the well of the dark side force energy inside of himself. He jumped up and landed behind crozeus, ignited his new curve hilted lightsaber and held it in a defensive posture. He expanded his feelings around him, and spreading his arms out, grabbed everything movable, including the work bench, a few chairs, and a table. He then brought his arms together and every loose thing in the room flew towards crozeus.
High Prophet Crozeus
Crozeus' laugh grew and grew as he easily deflected the flying objects.
"Good... good. You are learning quickly. Go to the dojo, send out a challenge. You must duel someone, preferably another apprentice. Go now."
Durza
"Will you set me up with another student?" He said, still feeling a deep hatred for his master. He hungered for the power to defeat his master. And the hunger for knowledge. He had thought many nights, about how when he had become a master, he would learn much of the ancient relics, and holocrons unaccounted for, and then go on a search for them.
Durza
Durza returned from his duel with Kindrid Nokah, tired, but if he had a stout drink he would be fine. "I have returned the victor, my master" Durza said, standing in his jet black robes, lightsaber at his side. Durza was unsure bout his descision with his lightsaber, he was a fickle person, and had changed his mind about his lightsaber many times. After his duel with Kindrid, instead of returning to his master, he found a work bench, and changed his lightsaber once again, this time, a single-hilted dual-phase lightsaber, and he planned to change the color to green, or yellow, but he knew by the time he could find a merchant with the crystals, he would have changed his mind again. But he was already here, so it would have to wait.
High Prophet Crozeus
Crozeus smiled. "Excellent, Durza. I am very proud of you. Tell me, how do you feel the duel went?"
It was important Durza could be critically reflective of himself. If he could not recognise his mistakes and learn from them, as well as that which others do, he would not last long.
Durza
"I found that my enemy was leaving himself open for too long, but also, that I have weaknesses of my own. It was also a very tiring duel." Durza replied. "When will I go further in my training?".
High Prophet Crozeus
Crozeus smiled. "Now."
For the next six months he and Durza met every day in the training grounds. Every day Durza learned something new, whether it was a new Force power, a new technique with the lightsaber, or something historical about the ancient Sith, or more recent ones. And every day Durza grew that little bit more powerful. One day he had been told to meet his master not in the Academy but in the fields outside.
High Prophet Crozeus was meditating when his apprentice approached. Durza stood silent for a while, not wanting to disturb the High Prophet. Eventually Crozeus stood and turned to face his apprentice. Lines of tiredness were evident in his face, which was startling as Crozeus was only twenty nine years of age. He didn't say anything right away, instead opting to look out at the skyscrapers on the horizon. One of his classic feelings came through the Force, making Durza stand next to him even though no words had been spoken.
"So," Crozeus began. "Have you thought about Orders? Which you wish to join? It is the most important decision you will make here."
Durza
Durza stood there, and being as fickle as he is, said "I'm stuck with two options, both of which I believe would be appropriate choices for me. The Church of the Dark side, or the military... Any thoughts or advice master?"
High Prophet Crozeus
"You are asking the High Prophet which he recommends out of the Church and the Military... it is obvious what I would answer." Crozeus looked over to his apprentice. "However, I believe you would be far more successful in the Church. Many Sith join the Military and go on to lead successful careers. But a life in the Church is one that would make your name go down in history.
Just look at our previous Prophets. Honoured Elders Prognie and Divious. Emperor Shadow. Empress Saber. Darth Marix is probably the most notable of all Sith in the Military since Acrimonus, and you wouldn't have heard of him."
Crozeus sighed. "However, it is your choice. It is up to you to be one in a million, or one in a thousand."
Durza
"Well then, I think I have decided. I will join the church, and hopefully be remembered." Durza said, contemplating his choice.
High Prophet Crozeus
Crozeus nodded and smiled. His apprentice had made the right choice. He turned and walked into the centre of the garden, gesturing in the Force for his apprentice not to follow. He shrugged off his robe and stood openly, his lightsaber slapping into his hand and igniting, hissing in expectation.
"Show me what you have learned over this year, my apprentice. Attack me."
Durza
((Shouldn't we do this in the Dojo?, or just here?))
High Prophet Crozeus
((Just here.))
Durza
Durza faced his master, unclasped his cloak, and let if fall to the ground. He ignited his lightsaber, and held it in a defensive position, knowing offense was a worthless effort. He began to feed off his hatred, and gather the dark side if the force within himself, to the point at which he felt he was going to explode.
High Prophet Crozeus
This time, Crozeus did not hold back. He leaped several feet into the air and propelled himself forward, spinning around as he came in a move classic to the Vaapaad variant of Form VII. It had been used by Emperor Palpatine to defeat his Jedi attackers, and Crozeus had learned it from his master, Darth Celestial.
His lightsaber was held out in front of him and to Durza it would be spinning around in circles, very hard to defend against.
Durza
Durza knew no way to block this attack, so he dropped to the floor on his hand and hooked the back of his masters ankle with his own in an attempt to trip him.
High Prophet Crozeus
Crozeus tumbled, slamming into the ground with force that knocked the air from his lungs and crippled his ribcage. He rolled and came back up, relishing the pain and smiled. He raised a hand and rocks soared into the air, rotating gracefully before hurtling towards his apprentice faster than bullets. He followed this up with a blast of lightning and then came in with a low lunge to Durza's arm.
Durza
Durza leaped over the rocks, all the while keeping his lightsaber towards crozeus to block the arc of lightning from his fingers, and then release a huge black ball of dark side energy towards croseus, a move he had created over time, in his spare time away from training. But it took up the mass of energy he had been storing inside himself the entire time ((as mentioned before)). This move took a large amount of energy, but could destroy walls, and would explode on impact with a blast radius of 6' feet. It had taken him almost two months to perfect this move.
High Prophet Crozeus
((You don't have to refer to what you did previously in OOC unless questioned.))
Crozeus was impressed. He had to stop his assault in order to throw up a wall to defend himself against the powerful blast. He stood up after exhausting his energies defending against this and smiled. Then another Crozeus stepped out behind him. Then another. And another. And another. Soon, thirty two Crozeus', all identical, surrounded Durza, lightsabers shining, and began to advance.
Durza
Fickle though Durza was, he wasn't stupid. "They're just imaginative... they can't hurt me... I hope" Durza thought. He reached out with the force, and because these false Crozeus' had only a trickle of the dark side of the force in them, he could easily tell which one was for real, because. He closed his eyes, stopping the distraction, and leaped at the real crozues, making lightsaber swipes with one hand, and shooting lightning out of the other.
High Prophet Crozeus
Crozeus laughed as he raised his saber to parry. "Good... good! You have learned a lot! I am truly impressed."
He backed away and the Crozeus' vanished. His saber was extinguished and he walked over to his apprentice casually, raising a hand to summon his robe back to him, which he draped over himself.
"Prepare yourself for a long trip through jungles, my apprentice. We are going to Wayland. We leave tomorrow. Meet me in the hangar at 0930."
Durza
Durza also pulled his cloak into his hand, and donned it likewise. "Yes master" Durza said, almost too pleased with himself, "I'm guessing you will tell me the purpose of our mission on the way there?".
((Is "The Hangar" or "Wayland" going to be in a different thread? If so please tell me))
High Prophet Crozeus
((Yes, it's in Personal Roleplay.))
Crozeus turned back. "I will tell you tomorrow. I'm going to get some rest. I suggest you do the same. A lot of work will be required of you, physical and mental. More than ever before."
Durza
"You're right, but first I'm going to learn about the system, so I can be well prepared." Durza replied, already walking towards the library to see what he could find.
Durza
Durza returned soon after Crozeus. Wayland was humid, and he enjoyed the cool. He had his clothes cleaned, took a shower, ate, and then slept the entire day.
After waking, he put on his clothes, and hooked his lightsaber to his belt.
Running through the halls, avoiding other apprentices, he finally came to the spot were he and Crozeus would usually train, Crozues was not there, but, Durza expected him to be soon, so he sat in one of the chairs.
Leaning his head back, he began to daydream, as he often did.
As he sat, he meditated, trying to see his future, but it was cloudy, and no prophecy came to him, as it had before. He then in boredom began to levitate himself and all the loose items in the room. Floating there, He waited.
High Prophet Crozeus
"Sir, surely we could-"
"Enough! Leave me."
The aide bowed his head, turned and scuttled away before the imposing figure of the High Prophet entered the training room. Durza came down from his levitating and made to kneel before his master, but Crozeus waved a hand and Durza stood.
"I have a question for you, my apprentice. Do you feel as if you are ready to advance in the ranks of the Sith?"
Durza
Durza, although blind, could see the aid, and his Master with the Force.
"What happened?" He said, really only wanting to know if it would affect him in any way. Wondering if this was some kind of trick question, Durza cautiously answered "I feel myself ready High Prophet, But it is not my place to decide." He had come so far from were he started, and he had to continue. He had to have more knowledge. He hungered for it more than anything else in his life. He had become powerful than he was when first becoming an apprentice, although, a small nothing compared to the Masters.
High Prophet Crozeus
Crozeus ignored his apprentice's question.
"Ah, but it is your decision. If you feel ready now, we will go to the Initiation Chambers. If you do not, then we will remain here, and training will continue until you deem yourself worthy. You have decided an Order to join. You have dueled and won. You have received weapons and abilities unlike any you could have thought possible. Yet still, it remains your choice."
Crozeus held his hands behind his back as he fixed his apprentice with a stare. He knew Durza could no longer see him. Yet staring gave Crozeus a far easier path into his apprentice's mind. However, even he could not see clearly all of what raged in Durza's mind.
Durza
Durza felt his master prodding in his mind, and immediatly clouded hsi thoughts. Durza felt he was ready, although uncertain.
"I am ready" He said, almost worried about his descision.
"But what happens if I fail?" He inquired.
If he failed, he would die inside. If he waited any longer, he would die of anxiousness. Durza felt this was what he had to do. Durza was confident in his descision, giving himself a pep talk in his mind.
"What happens now?" He said, wanting it to be over, and trying to relax as much as possible.
High Prophet Crozeus
"You will not fail," Crozeus stated. "Come with me."
He swept out of the training grounds and led his apprentice along unfamiliar corridors to the Initiation Chambers.
"There may be a wait, my apprentice. I'm sure you can manage."
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