Teachings of the Ancients (Invite Only)

[Senior Master Al'Kan]

ooc: Only me and diablo are allowed to post here

:.The Caustic Shadow touches down on the green, jungle landscape of Arkania. Its ramp slowly puffs down, and reaches the dirt. Two sword lords storm out, and instantly fall to their knees, as Ember strides out, with diablo behind him. A general bows to diablo, and gets on his knee to ember, greeting them.:

Lord Ember, your training academy is set up.

"Good. Tell the fleet to make a perimeter around this planet for the moment, and have the tanks and commandos do their normal patrols."

As mi'lord wishes.

:.The general storms off, under the cold stare of ember's red pulsing eyes. The darkness of the jungle seems to radiate, smothering all light within the area. Ember chuckles, and his eyes fall upon diablo. Diablo stares at the shadow lord, behind his black, silk mask.:

"Welcome to Arkania, apprentice."

[Diablo]

"Thank you my lord"
*Diablo looks around with amazment.*
ooc: good night

[Senior Master Al'Kan]

ooc: G-night

:.Ember strides off into the distance, soon followed by diablo. They walk through towering trees, lush bushes, soft, thick mud. As they walk through, ember takes a long gaze into the distance, looking at the ancient jedi temple, and then turns his gaze to the left, to see a mountain range.

Ember takes a deep breath, as they begin to walk up the towering, steep, cold steps of the academy. As they walk through the doors, they see a large hall, decored with hanging couldrans, and staues of ember. They walk down the long hall, until theu reach a circular room.

In the room lies a throne, and lava flows going around the ends of it. Weapons hang on the walls, along with flaming couldrans, more ellegant than thoughs of the halls'.

Ember looks down towards diablo, his red eyes piercing through his black silk mask.:

"Are you ready?"

[Senior Master Al'Kan]

:.Waits for an answer.:

[Diablo]

"I am ready to learn such a great power.I am born to be a servent I say I am ready"

[Senior Master Al'Kan]

"Good. We will begin now."

:.Ember reaches down, gripping a sais from his thigh. His hand grips the leather on the handle, giving a warm cushion to his hand. He stares in wonder at the great craftmanship on the weapon.. So small, but yet, so deadly.

He twirls it in his hand, making a sharp whistle in the air. The whistle seems to enchant the flowing lava in the academy, bringing it together. The very darkness of the small blade feels so great, like it was made from the chourning core of the planet.

Ember swirls it once more, getting a feel for the weapon. The flames from the couldrans reflect from the silver blade of the ancient weapon, making bright spots upon the greyish stone walls.

Ember then turns his gaze to diablo, his red eyes flushing upon him like a waterfall plummeting.:

"This is a sais. Small, but deadly. Do not underestimate any weapon, because it is the wielder of the weapon which matters."

:.Ember swifty "glides" to a box in the corner, gingerly opening up the casing. He comes back to diablo, and hands him two saises.:

"For your first step, get a feel for the weapon. Twirl the weapons around, so you know the weapon, know its weight, know its feeling. This way, the weapon will be a part of you. Try."

[Diablo]

"Of crouse my lord"
*Diablo equips his katana with his right hand he touches the tip of the blade.He pocks his finger and a few drops of bloods come down the long steel blade when it drips down to the handle.Diablo starts to triwl the katana faster and faster.The drips of blood starts to cover the blade making it look bright red.Diablo triwl it with his right hand then to his left hand swicthing on and off.*

[Senior Master Al'Kan]

:.Ember thrusts his sais, and it flows through the air like a smooth blur of light. Ember's eyes pulse rapidly as the sais near's diablo's katana, and finally meets the blade. With one hand ont eh sais, ember stops the katana dead in its path, like time came to an abrupt hault.

Ember stared coldy into diablo's eyes, and then shifted his stare, staring at the cold dark-grey floor, of an exotic stone. His eyes moved around, taking in the dark beauty of the room, with the golden chests, and the smooth, smoldering lava flows.

His gaze turned back to diablo's, his eyes still surging a blood red, somewhat tainting the air with a haze of darkness. Ember remembered when he first met diablo, at that time diablo knew so little, but now he was beginning to learn much.:

[glow=black,2,300]Good, Diablo.. But do not swing your blade like a fool.[/glow]

:.Ember's words are cold, as cold as ice. The climate on Hoth would seem almost soothing compared to his harsh words.:

[glow=black,2,300]Now, look at the blade of your katana. See its every atom, know that it is not just metal. Know that it is partially of the force, and yet somewhat alive. See its every particle, and you will be able to master it with ease. Try.[/glow]

[Diablo]

"I will not try I will do.There is no try but do and not"
*Diablo begans to think in deep thought about every atom in his katana.The only thing he is thinking is the atoms and Lord Ember will.He begans to see the sword not as a kickass piece of metal but as something attach to him like a arm or a leg.Diablo thinks if my mind see it as part of my body then the force could alive instead of just a katana.Diablo begans to understand the sheer brillince of what Ember said.He begans to see the sword in a partilce form.He is starting to feel a strange knowledge within him like he always knew it but just forgot it.The knowledge of the katana the lenght the width seem like something he knew always.How fast he could move the katana was just the knowledge he had back of his head but he just know realize.He begans to think of stlayes he could use and they would just come to him.*

[Senior Master Al'Kan]

:.Embers sees diablo's progress, and nods his head thoughfully. Again, he swiftly glided towards another golden chest, and places both hands on it. Slowly, it opens, causing a rumbling like an earthquake. Ember gingerly put out his arms, and slowly lifted them out.

In his hands lied a blue belt, the symbol of a tai-shueldon warder. He brushes his hand against the smooth, blue material, much like his own belt he wore. Ember slowly strides back, and wraps the blue belt around his waist.

Ember steps back, and places a hand on his belt, a belt of red and white, the symbol of the shadow lord. A smirk swiped across ember's face, as he tought the ways of the once lost race, embracing darkness.:

[glow=black,2,300]You are now a warder, the rank before blademaster. Now, you must learn how to channel your anger... For starters, think of everything that brings you hate.[/glow]