Jenrak
25-07-2005, 22:09
OOC: This will be by the assumption that Revan is a male.
Our leader is gone. Somewhere, our leader has vanished, past frozen cold stars and distant dark voids of space. For many, many years I have searched for our leader, bu where? Where is he? He has vanished without a single thread of evidence, without any word, any sign at all.
The builder's factories remained in pieces, shattered, as I have seen many unable, unworthy hands have felt its call, taken their title, hoping to be as strong as he was. I was the fool, not him, not them. I was one of the many, like so, to be stupid enough, weak enough, to not realize that our glorious leader had disappeared. But what if, that the Lord should return? That the Force will bring back our great Lord? That he should come back, and challenge the republic once more? Or should he repent his ways and fix it in his wake? Very few thoughts crawl within my mind nowadays, that do not concern with Revan.
I believed in his faith, in his strength. He did not believe in mine as tandem as I did. Now and then, he would laugh briskly at successes, and harshly correct my failures. But still, he knew what was a right, and what was deemed wrong. Perhaps there was more to him than I had once thought.
But now, as senile and unreliable as I am, I must take up my blade, my devoted saber, and find a way out of here, before the other Whatazors find me. Before they, as like the Sith Lords millenia before them, cause this planet to be a giant tomb once more. I will find a way out of Korriban...
But before he finished the last pieces of his diary, his datapad, Clavisk was marauded from behind, even as the information for his last excerpt was beginning to finalize the entries. Getting up, he stared menacingly into the eyes a feverish Sith apprentice, a greedy hunger lingering in his eyes, as he circled around the wounded and tired Sith Lord, trying to cling desperately to the stone railing that lined the inner parts of the hall.
"Yravan, you don't have to do this." Clavisk spoke in a quiet whisper, because the pain his side was still fresh with intensity. "You musn't do this. Help me, and we can leave this place together."
Yravan, the Kel-Dorian like masked apprentice, merely laughed behind his vieled visage. "You fool! You don't understand at all!" He raised his saber, but a swift jolt from Clavisk's fingers and he was drained of energy.
"You musn't make me hurt you!" Clavisk begged the student, as Yravan got up and tired, shook himself before taking out a blood red stimulant, and jabbed it viciously into his right arm. Veins pulsing out, eyes bloodshot, Yravan smiled and laughed in a sinister style.
"Don't you understand? This is my ascension to glory! I no longer have to obey anyone but myself, and I have been awaiting this for many, many years, master." He spoke.
"I am your master no longer, Yravan. I am a Whatazor no more." Clavisk told him with a fierce determination in his eyes, watching the stone slab door carefully. "Please, don't make me hurt you."
"Heh. And what makes think on that assumption?" Yravan asked his old master angrily.
"Because, Shiboku, you are barely capable of utilizing the Force!" And with that desperate yell and cry, a hand rammed out from underneath the robes of Yravan's underbodied armour, and sent Clavisk flying back into the wall in surprise.
"Wrong!" He yelled forcefully, nearby objects smashing around in midair, as the Dark side began to permeate his body. "I am no longer a Shiboku! I am a Gorgais! I am fully capable of suceeding you, Master. And with your death, I will take my saber, and rule the Sith as the greatest of the Sith Lords!" But he had barely finished, when in turn Clavisk pushed him into a pile of rubble, and the Sith Lord stood up, his red lightsaber drawn.
"Your dreams of grandeur are never going to suceed." Clavisk told him, his voice bold and smooth. "I must stop you, before you can stop me." And he leapt at the rubble.
However, as Clavisk was in midair, Yravan flew from the pile with a swift rage, two red lightsabers drawn. No! He has already killed two of his fellow students! Clavisk thought. Yravan never been given yet a lightsaber, being still a low level apprentice; the sight of him with two of them showed that he would have probably murdered two of his fellow students to have attained. Unless, however, he was indeed powerful enough to take on a fully fledged Sith.
But it did not matter any longer. All Clavisk knew now was that Yravan was a large threat to his plans of finding Revan. Lightsaber blow parried, he swung around and leapt backwards onto a pedestal, where he, with the Force, swung a large stone slab at Yravan. The apprentice used both sabers to cut them up into smaller sharp pieces as fast as he could, and he bulged it back at Clavisk.
The Sith Lord tried to block them all in a single move, but as he did so, Yravan appeared behind him, and took both his sabers down onto his cut body. The Sith Lord responded by a quick Force push, sending the apprentice flying in the ceiling as stalactites fell down like a icy needles, except they were thick and sturdy, and far from icy. Clavisk wasted no time on escaping.
As he neared the exit, hearing lightsaber battles far off, someone had launched a heavy barrage of rocks at him from behind. As he turned around, his back in pain, looking at the perpetrator, he saw the cracked face, the broken right arm, and the torn left leg. Yravan had survived the stalactites, the impact, and the rubble, and now he was intent on fighting Clavisk to the finish. The Whatazor had no other choice.
In a fury, Clavisk opened his palms at tandem, and splashed forth a brothel of electricity, pushing his apprentice back, allowing Clavisk to disappear to the spaceport. As Clavisk left, the last words Yravan heard in his maimed and eletrocuted body, was the finall finished product of Darth Clavisk's last datapad entry: ...and find Darth Revan.
OOC: So simply, make a character, and slowly lets try and build together a story that details what happens between the End of KOTOR I, and let's RP something about your character working with others to find Darth Revan.
Our leader is gone. Somewhere, our leader has vanished, past frozen cold stars and distant dark voids of space. For many, many years I have searched for our leader, bu where? Where is he? He has vanished without a single thread of evidence, without any word, any sign at all.
The builder's factories remained in pieces, shattered, as I have seen many unable, unworthy hands have felt its call, taken their title, hoping to be as strong as he was. I was the fool, not him, not them. I was one of the many, like so, to be stupid enough, weak enough, to not realize that our glorious leader had disappeared. But what if, that the Lord should return? That the Force will bring back our great Lord? That he should come back, and challenge the republic once more? Or should he repent his ways and fix it in his wake? Very few thoughts crawl within my mind nowadays, that do not concern with Revan.
I believed in his faith, in his strength. He did not believe in mine as tandem as I did. Now and then, he would laugh briskly at successes, and harshly correct my failures. But still, he knew what was a right, and what was deemed wrong. Perhaps there was more to him than I had once thought.
But now, as senile and unreliable as I am, I must take up my blade, my devoted saber, and find a way out of here, before the other Whatazors find me. Before they, as like the Sith Lords millenia before them, cause this planet to be a giant tomb once more. I will find a way out of Korriban...
But before he finished the last pieces of his diary, his datapad, Clavisk was marauded from behind, even as the information for his last excerpt was beginning to finalize the entries. Getting up, he stared menacingly into the eyes a feverish Sith apprentice, a greedy hunger lingering in his eyes, as he circled around the wounded and tired Sith Lord, trying to cling desperately to the stone railing that lined the inner parts of the hall.
"Yravan, you don't have to do this." Clavisk spoke in a quiet whisper, because the pain his side was still fresh with intensity. "You musn't do this. Help me, and we can leave this place together."
Yravan, the Kel-Dorian like masked apprentice, merely laughed behind his vieled visage. "You fool! You don't understand at all!" He raised his saber, but a swift jolt from Clavisk's fingers and he was drained of energy.
"You musn't make me hurt you!" Clavisk begged the student, as Yravan got up and tired, shook himself before taking out a blood red stimulant, and jabbed it viciously into his right arm. Veins pulsing out, eyes bloodshot, Yravan smiled and laughed in a sinister style.
"Don't you understand? This is my ascension to glory! I no longer have to obey anyone but myself, and I have been awaiting this for many, many years, master." He spoke.
"I am your master no longer, Yravan. I am a Whatazor no more." Clavisk told him with a fierce determination in his eyes, watching the stone slab door carefully. "Please, don't make me hurt you."
"Heh. And what makes think on that assumption?" Yravan asked his old master angrily.
"Because, Shiboku, you are barely capable of utilizing the Force!" And with that desperate yell and cry, a hand rammed out from underneath the robes of Yravan's underbodied armour, and sent Clavisk flying back into the wall in surprise.
"Wrong!" He yelled forcefully, nearby objects smashing around in midair, as the Dark side began to permeate his body. "I am no longer a Shiboku! I am a Gorgais! I am fully capable of suceeding you, Master. And with your death, I will take my saber, and rule the Sith as the greatest of the Sith Lords!" But he had barely finished, when in turn Clavisk pushed him into a pile of rubble, and the Sith Lord stood up, his red lightsaber drawn.
"Your dreams of grandeur are never going to suceed." Clavisk told him, his voice bold and smooth. "I must stop you, before you can stop me." And he leapt at the rubble.
However, as Clavisk was in midair, Yravan flew from the pile with a swift rage, two red lightsabers drawn. No! He has already killed two of his fellow students! Clavisk thought. Yravan never been given yet a lightsaber, being still a low level apprentice; the sight of him with two of them showed that he would have probably murdered two of his fellow students to have attained. Unless, however, he was indeed powerful enough to take on a fully fledged Sith.
But it did not matter any longer. All Clavisk knew now was that Yravan was a large threat to his plans of finding Revan. Lightsaber blow parried, he swung around and leapt backwards onto a pedestal, where he, with the Force, swung a large stone slab at Yravan. The apprentice used both sabers to cut them up into smaller sharp pieces as fast as he could, and he bulged it back at Clavisk.
The Sith Lord tried to block them all in a single move, but as he did so, Yravan appeared behind him, and took both his sabers down onto his cut body. The Sith Lord responded by a quick Force push, sending the apprentice flying in the ceiling as stalactites fell down like a icy needles, except they were thick and sturdy, and far from icy. Clavisk wasted no time on escaping.
As he neared the exit, hearing lightsaber battles far off, someone had launched a heavy barrage of rocks at him from behind. As he turned around, his back in pain, looking at the perpetrator, he saw the cracked face, the broken right arm, and the torn left leg. Yravan had survived the stalactites, the impact, and the rubble, and now he was intent on fighting Clavisk to the finish. The Whatazor had no other choice.
In a fury, Clavisk opened his palms at tandem, and splashed forth a brothel of electricity, pushing his apprentice back, allowing Clavisk to disappear to the spaceport. As Clavisk left, the last words Yravan heard in his maimed and eletrocuted body, was the finall finished product of Darth Clavisk's last datapad entry: ...and find Darth Revan.
OOC: So simply, make a character, and slowly lets try and build together a story that details what happens between the End of KOTOR I, and let's RP something about your character working with others to find Darth Revan.