04-20-2016, 03:32 PM
Revan let out a deep sigh as she rolled her shoulder, the heavy cloak that was draped over them creating a little resistance. The young sith had gotten very little sleep that night, due to the far off growls and rumbling of the volcano, combined with her own inner struggle to stay balanced. The force was a delicate thing, and yet it was strong in ways many cannot comprehend. The anger inside of her stemmed from dark sources and met the light that came from her past. She had spent the night finding the area between, the power that her first Master, Treya, described. It was hard work, filled with the ebbs and flows of temptation and serenity. But Revan was centered now, and she felt as if she could best any foe.
Her Mandalorian mask glinted red in the dim light that the magma flows gave off. It created a hellish landscape. Even more so than the rest of this accursed land. The gorons were interesting creatures. One of a few different anomalies that were frequent in this land. There were so many things she wished to know, and after all of this dirty business was finished, she would get her answers. One way or another, she would find out why she was truly here.
A loud roar, not unlike the shivers of the earth, tore through her. She grinned wickedly behind her mask, relishing in the primal rage that washed over her, and the serenity that pushed it back into its place. The dragon knew they were here. Not really a surprise at all, seeing as how they had a massive camp established on the exterior of its' home. It was a matter of when, not a matter of if. She understood this; any experienced tactician would. Volgavia's vanguard hid in this labyrinth of weathered stone, awaiting their time to die in the name of their lord. It was quite admirable, the way they followed with blind obedience, never questioning the motives behind their demise.
Theirs not to make reply....
Theirs not to reason why....
Theirs but to do and die....
It was humbling, really, the drive these beasts gave. It set a remarkable example of how determination could be very powerful in the right mind. How emotions drove an individual to become so much more than themselves. She bowed her head and said a quick prayer, asking for forgiveness for the actions to be committed here today. They would destroy a way of life today. Revan wasn't overly religious, but moments like these really demanded a certain kind of respect.
She followed closely behind Nealaphh, silently resolving to keep these gorons safe for the sake of the mission. Everything rode on them, and on their team. They could not; would not, fail. It wasn't acceptable.
" Let's get this show on the road, why don't we?" she whispered to no one.
Her Mandalorian mask glinted red in the dim light that the magma flows gave off. It created a hellish landscape. Even more so than the rest of this accursed land. The gorons were interesting creatures. One of a few different anomalies that were frequent in this land. There were so many things she wished to know, and after all of this dirty business was finished, she would get her answers. One way or another, she would find out why she was truly here.
A loud roar, not unlike the shivers of the earth, tore through her. She grinned wickedly behind her mask, relishing in the primal rage that washed over her, and the serenity that pushed it back into its place. The dragon knew they were here. Not really a surprise at all, seeing as how they had a massive camp established on the exterior of its' home. It was a matter of when, not a matter of if. She understood this; any experienced tactician would. Volgavia's vanguard hid in this labyrinth of weathered stone, awaiting their time to die in the name of their lord. It was quite admirable, the way they followed with blind obedience, never questioning the motives behind their demise.
Theirs not to make reply....
Theirs not to reason why....
Theirs but to do and die....
It was humbling, really, the drive these beasts gave. It set a remarkable example of how determination could be very powerful in the right mind. How emotions drove an individual to become so much more than themselves. She bowed her head and said a quick prayer, asking for forgiveness for the actions to be committed here today. They would destroy a way of life today. Revan wasn't overly religious, but moments like these really demanded a certain kind of respect.
She followed closely behind Nealaphh, silently resolving to keep these gorons safe for the sake of the mission. Everything rode on them, and on their team. They could not; would not, fail. It wasn't acceptable.
" Let's get this show on the road, why don't we?" she whispered to no one.