A New Training Center (Warvanus, Training)

[Kell Sangros]

*Yavin IV*

Warvanus returned to this jungle moon, teeming with life, and predators and the occasional massassi. He had come to test himself, commune with the Dark side of the Force to test his limits, between the wildlife and the humidity and heat of this place it seemed to be a good location to do just that.

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The Force was everywhere, it was in all things and it bound everything together. It was more than just energy fields, and energy to summon and command. The Force was alive. He believed that. The Dark side had a will, a plan. The simple truths were the most powerful, and everyday that passed the scope of those truths deepened. It was a season for trials, his Master had begun putting him through trials, in the hopes that he would ascend to the title of Lord. He had put himself through trials and now the Force itself was testing him. His trails had been brutal and he knew this one would be no different.

Running through the Yavin jungle, he was pushing his physical limits, running hard dodging and jumping over obstacles. He kept running until he came upon a small clearing, out of breath, dehydrated, sweat pouring from his body, breathing heavily. He drew on the dark side of the Force, its power and energy coursing through him, he let it flow through him, to sustain his thirst. It flowed through him with sinister purpose. His thirst slicked, his limbs energized again, With a simple willful thought he was able to level his vitals, such as heartbeat, blood pressure and body temperature. It was a rudimentary exercise but useful, which in turn he could cool down. One thing he had learned was that the Force had many roles, it wore many masks, only recently had he been using the Force more and more to sustain him in times of need. The extreme fast he had recently broken came to mind. He had used Control in the Force to sustain him to keep his physical hunger and thirst at bay. He had theorized that with the same control techniques he could for awhile go without sleep. Something he would try soon. Control was the key to the Force this much both Jedi and Sith agreed on though to different purposes. It was a stepping stone to greater power he had believed, the Jedi it was the beginning. For the sith to get control over one self was a stepping stone, once he had control over himself, then he could control another, then a group of others, then a species, and so on. He had learned that from the writings of Darth Plageuis.

When he had cooled down , he extended his sensory perceptions, he could perceive the energy fields that surrounded the clearing, the Force was in all things. He pushed his senses outward into the jungle beyond, as if searching for something. He kept searching, he could feel the wildlife, beasts that in his mind were not worthy of his skill. He was looking for a predator a beast to dominate, to slaughter. The wildlife he could feel in the jungle were either prey for the larger beasts or predators that were beneath his skill and therefore notice. He pressed his perceptions out even further into the jungle, the presence of life was stronger the deeper he stretched out his senses in the jungle. The jungle was teeming with life. One presence shone above all the rest, it was strong, not with the Force but with life. He pressed his senses into the beast he could sense, as he tried to identify it he started to move, he went back into the jungle, tracking this creature through the Force, as he delved deeper back into the jungle, he could sense the beast. Its presence in the Force outshone the rest of the life he could feel in the jungle. He was also now able to identify it as he got closer, it was a Kilknik, they were insects that were non sentient but carnivorous, and very dangerous, they often worked as a hive under a single Queen. If they were nearby he would need to be careful.

He pressed deeper into the jungle, using its presence as a homing beacon. He came to their location it was below him. He could see one warrior class from the looks of their markings on the shell. He also at the distance could see a large what looked like an ant hill. Which meant he could be in a lot of trouble if he was not careful. He called on the Force and he could feel the Dark side give its approval. This was his trial. This was where he would test everything he learned. If he passed he could press into the deeper mysteries of the Force.

He unclipped his lightsaber, looked around his surroundings, there were a lot of loose rocks, along with trees and bushes. He rose from his crotched position and through the Force he perceived the energy field surrounding a large rock.It was slightly bigger than a Hutt. It would be perfect he thought to himself. He wrapped his perceptions around this rock, manipulating the energy field to bend to his will, he willed it to rise. Slowly the large rock rose off the ground as if it was being lifted by invisible hands. He then turned his perceptions to the large ant hill and willed the rock to collide with it. The rock hit the large ant hill with considerable force, and to the sith warrior’s pleasure the large ant hill collapsed in on itself. It immediately drew the attention of the Kilknik warrior that was a short distance away.

He leapt at the insect (Force Jump) he landed just feet in front of it, he activated his lightsaber. It was in front of him but it circled him and grabbed him with both its large pincer claws, at considerable speed causing him to drop his lightsaber. The blade powered off and the hilt rolled away a short distance. The claws were closing in on the sith warrior he could feel pain shoot through his body as the beast was trying to break him in half. He was almost sure he had a broken rib along with cuts from the pincer claws. He called on the dark side, feeding it his anger and pain, the dark side would set him free. “The Force shall free me”

He made eye contact with one of the pincher claws, his right hand was free. Pouring his anger he pushed his hand outward to the claw arm and as he pushed with his hand he pushed hard with the Force *Force Charged Strike* nothing happened. He grimaced as new pain shot through him, He offered the dark side his pain. In turn it gave him power, it made him able to focus better. *Feed on Darkside* He gritted his teeth as he tried again, this time something happened. The Klitnik cried in pain as if it had broken a bone. It was enough for it to release Warvanus from its grasp. He fell to the ground with a thud. He was on all fours grasping for breath. His body was injured, he was tired, the heat and humidity was oppressive on him. He scanned his surroundings for his lightsaber, but the Klitnik who had grabbed him was on him again. He could feel it through the Force, he located its neck, he could see the energy field, he stretched his hand out and with those invisible hands he willed it to squeeze its throat. *Force Choke* The Klitnik stopped in its tracks as it was approaching it started to twitch, as Warvanus saw it twitching he slowly began to close his open hand into a fist, as he did so the pressure on the choke increased causing the insect to twitch more as it gasped for precious air. As he choked the life out of it, with his other hand he willed his lightsaber back into his hand. Having no problem finding it in the Force. It flew back to his hand.*Telekinesis* He activated the blade and approached the Klitnik who was now beginning its death throes of being choked to death. Warvanus released the Force Choke. It had no time to regroup as right as the hold was released the Sith was on it and with a skillful strike, he liberated the insect of its head. It slumped to the ground. The Klitnik was dead. Upon reflection it was the first time that Warvanus was able to use Telekinesis and Force Choke at the same time. He was also at his physical limits in this fight. He tried to push the pain away.

Had he passed this trial he wondered to himself, he was victorious but it had done a number on him, mentally he was exhausted in trying to keep his pain at bay and still be able to effectively use the Force, and physically was pushed beyond his known limits because of the injuries he sustained during the fight. In the end He did not give up and had performed a feat of using two concentration intensive powers at the same time with success. He surmised he was successful because he did not think, he acted. If he had that mental barrier would have made the feat go differently. He knew if he did not get out of there he would possibly not survive the encounter as fighting one Klitnik had done a number on him, pushed him beyond his preferred limits. He had learned that even not at one hundred percent that he was still formidable as he did not allow his injuries to defeat him. He had been injured before this was different, as it was extensive, not even when he crashed and was found by Tormentous. That was minor compared to the wounds he sustained.

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It was time before Warvanus made his way back to his shuttle. He would need to spend time in a bacta tank this much he knew. While in the tank he would meditate on this.

[Kell Sangros]

Warvanus sat in the medical bay in the complex he kept on Sojourn. His agent Krieger and his protocol droid KL-PK1 were still
Missing as was his primary shuttle. He had no skills in the healing arts, so he subjected himself to routine physical exams and
It was that time. He sat on the bed as the medical droid examined him.

“You need a sedative” the droid said.

“What?” Warvanus said as the droid stuck him.

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Warvanus summoned the Force, attempting to gather it’s energies and draw them into himself. The sedative had already began to take effect as he could feel the sedative flowing through him, through its path it had drained him of his strength and energy and ability to focus, which he had found very difficult to not only summon the Force but to even attempt a fight to stave off the effects of the sedative but, He fought hard against the intruder, that was robbing him of consciousness. The longer he fought it, the more it asserted himself. He was not ready and did not adequately prepare himself and as a result he was fading into unconsciousness he might of had wondered what kind of dosage did the droid give him to move this fast through his system.

Time passed, it seemed to be still and Warvanus was regaining consciousness, he felt foggy as awareness and energy returned to him. He kept his eyes close as he drew on the Force, he let its energies flow through him, refreshing him , giving energy, and clarity. Through the Detoxify Poison technique he was unable to draw it out of him. He did not know if it was because of not being able to effectively focus. He was also ready in case the droid was going try that again. He had prepared himself by drawing the Force into himself, ready to harness and use the energy as he needed. He felt ready, as he opened his eyes and sat up slowly. The room was a bit fuzzy; while he was able to push the after effects away with the Force he was not able to fully cast them aside. No soon had he set up the droid was on him again jabbing him again with the same sedative.

The sedative coarsed through him again, this time he was ready for it. He perceived it flowing through him, an intruder that in it’s path threatened to rob him of his energy, and ability to focus as well as his consciousness again. He drew on his anger, feeding the dark side, amplifying his focus and strength, his anger at the droid fueled his power, the Dark side engorged itself on his anger, he pushed his will against the flowing sedative. In his minds’ eye it was like a dark cover threatening to envelop him in it completely. He pushed with his mind it was almost like a tug of war. At first his efforts only prevented the sedative from spreading. He could see the energies he had summoned as reddish light. The visual helped him maintain his focus. He concentrated harder deepening his focus, pushing his will to stave off the effects of this sedative. He could see the energies of the Force begin to spread through him. It was acting like an eraser going across a whiteboard only to be replaced again as if he had done nothing. He had thought this technique was very similar to the Resist stun technique, he had read about that one and the ability to remain conscious around the same time in his studies, he had learned the resist stun ages ago. This technique worked very similar, like the stun one he had to be prepared for it for the technique to be effective. Being new to using this power he found it consumed every bit of concentration he had and even then it felt like It was not enough. This musing albeit brief almost cost Warvanus a lapse in concentration which almost shattered his efforts. He could not drive the sedative fully from his system. At that realization he had an epiphany, the technique wasn’t to draw it out, but to protect him from its’ effect , almost like a internal mental shield. If he redoubled his efforts in shielding himself internally from the sedative maybe it would be more effective. He willed the Force to act as a shield, protecting him from the effects, he could see in his minds’ eye the sedative coursing through him, and with his will, he let the energy spread through his entire being, the technique shielded him from its effects. The reddish light he perceived in the Force acted as a shield, it protected him from him succumbing to unconsciousness again and the lapse in concentration caused it to falter a bit, but he had redoubled his concentration. He realized he had closed his eyes when he was jabbed again, he opened his eyes, and rose to his feet, he could not feel the effects anymore of the sedative, he could still feel it coursing through him, but it would soon lose its potency.

The realization that it was to shield himself internally as opposed as a way to draw it out of his body came to Warvanus as a revelation. Again the lesson he learned so long ago about simplicity was the most effective method rang true in this situation. Theory was one thing, application was the true test. He had learned about the existence of the technique through his reading. He could not recall if he was still an apprentice of Tormentous’ or if it was when he was on his own, before he swore loyalty to Lord Blood. This useful ability would come in handy, but now he had to exact vengeance.

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Warvanus rose and through the Force he squeezed with his mind the droids throat *Force Choke* of course it did not react as it did not breathe. But it was enough to do damage, with his lightsaber he drew and activated the blade and with a single swipe he removed the head from the chassis. He stood examining his handiwork for a minute. He powered it down and clipped it back to his belt and called one of the servant droids.
“Take the head to one of the droid engineers I want to know why this droid tried to kill me” he paused and then with a snarl “The Rest, get rid of it”
He turned on his heel and went back to his personal quarters

[Kell Sangros]

Warvanus could not sleep, he still had need of it despite all his power in the Dark Side. He could feel a pull off-world. He could not sleep. The pull on his mind began two days ago. It was not a Force user but more like a nudge. He had to satisfy this pull, if it was the Force itself then there was a lesson to be learned and or a reason. He hit the comm switch and spoke into it. “Prepare a shuttle” He released the button and got out of bed. Shortly he was dressed in his black tunic and pants. Lightsaber clipped to his belt he had left his room and headed to his personal hanger where the berthed shuttle was waiting for him. He arrived to a chours of salutes from various officers and servicemen in the Sith. A Colonel stood at the end of the boarding ramp.

“Colonel, keep things running here I will return shortly” The colonel saluted and stepped aside, and watched as Warvanus boarded the shuttle. Soon it was airborne and then it was out of Sojourn’s gravity. He sat there staring at the controls. Now where was the source of this pull. He looked out the window, and his answer was right in front of him. With this new found clarity he entered a course and the shuttle made its trek towards Sojourn’s primary. This was madness, it was a good thing there was an enviornmental suit on board as last he heard this world was mostly uninhabitable. He picked a location and brought the shuttle to land, when he was certain the shuttle would be ok for now he leaned back and stared out the window. After a few moments he rose and headed to the back cabin. He sat cross-legged on the floor.

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He closed his eyes and drew on the Dark Side, offering to it, his passions, and his hatred for his enemies and anger at the traitors of
The Sith. He could feel the endless pool of energy that was the Force open itself up to him, threatening to swallow him up if he let it. He could feel it flowing through him, and all around him. It’s power felt like sunlight without the warmth, it was many things and It was everywhere. He slowly took a breath and stretched out with his senses beyond the confines of the shuttle.

He could see through the Force the surroundings of which he had landed the shuttle. It was flat ground, surrounded by rocky terrain. Through the Force he could feel the ground, strong and stable underneath him.It felt smooth if he were to walk the surface, the soft crunch of each footstep with the enviorment suit’s boots. Only he was not physically walking the surface. The air was still he could feel that, no wind blowing. The dark brownish sky above was very forbidding, he could feel no vegetation or animal life near his location. It was barren like a desert, only the ground was a dark crimson like dried up old blood. The flat ground contained cracks like a long lasting drought that had long ago lost any possible moisture. If this world had water there was no evidence to suggest its presence. He narrowed his focus by increasing his concentration on the landing site, feeling details becoming clearer scattered around the landing site was loose rocks, and what looked like bits of various metals. He had learned through his training ways to enforce his concentration so that he would not lapse in his focus on his Force senses and what they revealed to him.

He expanded his awareness beyond the landing sight by focusing beyond what he could see and feel at the landing sight. The land before him was vastly different, Rocks adorned the landscape with jagged rocks protruding from the ground, he recognized the fragments of copper and titanium in the rocks. He could feel the roughness in the ground from all the jagged rocks, loose stones, the craters, this was not a safe place to walk. Through his senses he could see the landscape was pock marked with craters most no wider than a shuttle, and no deeper than a few feet. He redoubled his concentration, as he intensified his focus the Force revealed new details of the landscape as it came into a crisp view. Gas fissures had opened and released their gases into the atmosphere the opaque and poisonous gases rising to the sky gave the already forbidden sky an added sense of forboding. The landscape only had a couple of them.

He felt as if he were a part of the landscape, The force was in all things, and everything was bound together. The same energy that made this hostile and uninhabitable world was the very same energy that Warvanus was made from. He had wondered before if the Force had a sense of humor or maybe a sense of irony. Through his training he had, through trail and error and from studying and practicing relentlessly had learned much about the All Seeing Force. He remembered when he first believed Tormentous to still live and the brief vision he had seen when trying to pin-point his location. He also remembered the deception that corrupted his senses, that made him believe that it was Tormentous he saw him and felt him through the Force, when it was actually Caavan who had violated his perceptions. He also recalled the first time he reached out to feel the Force around him, the currents that were revealed to him. The presence of Tormentous’ Echani assassins. All these events felt like lifetimes ago. With all his successes and failures he had ;earned alot, and felt he had gained a level of Mastery over his Force senses. No task would prove to be difficult to him.

Warvanus expanded his perceptions out further, He intensified his concentration to where sweat started to bead his forehead and pushed his will outward. His diligence rewarded him with a vision of another landscape on the hostile world. It was a considerable distance away. In these conditions he would not have been able to walk to it. He could see the foggy outline of Sojourn overhead. He had landed in a desert, what he saw and felt through the Force now, was different, the ground was rocky with specs of minerals he did not recognize, he could also see water and ice mostly in the craters that scared the landscape, the presence of ice would have given Warvanus a chill. It was cold, he could feel it in the Force. The cold without the chill. The ice had formed icicles off some of the larger rocks. The ground was different in color, it was a lighter red, mostly due to the presence of water and moisture Warvanus deduced. Much like the other landscapes he had seen through the Force he could not feel the presence of any animal life or vegetation. It did not come as a surprise as this was a hostile world.

He let some of his concentration go and his perceptions faded as he came back to himself but pushed his perceptions downward into the planet itself. He could feel the dense minerals that dwelt underneath the surface. It was packed together tightly, it was dense, drilling equipment would have trouble drilling through this, he deduced it was a form of Iron. This world was rich with minerals that could be used as resources. He pushed past them, further down the crust of the planet he could feel the chaos and the storm of activity from the planet itself, it enforced his assumption that this was a hostile inhospitable world, and then there it was. Life. Warvanus focused his perceptions on the little flutter of life he felt in the Force. He re-intensified his concentration bringing all his focus to this slight blip of life. He could feel that the life was not sentient. Something on the microscopic scale, the very beginnings of life maybe. He was not a xenobiologist, but it was life and even this life form was made from the Force the same energy that bound everything here and the same energy that made him, and every Sith Lord before him. They were all connected, and it was through the force that connected all life. He had been shown this in various meditations, when he finally mastered the ability to alter things with the Force this truth had been first shown to him. This was a lesson that the Dark Side wanted him to learn on a more deeper intimate level. And when something in the chain of life was severed he could feel it if he was familiar with the life that was severed or if it was on a large enough scale. He could not feel the death of a nameless man in the Core, but if the planet Coruscant was destroyed, he would feel its destructions and the death of everyone on that planet.

He let his concentration go completely, as he withdrew his perceptions from downward and returned to himself inside the shuttle at the landing site. Even on a barren and desolate world the Force was here and working. He felt enlightened, as if something was unlocked to him. Slowly he opened his eyes as he fully came back to himself. He sat there thinking, meditating on what had just happened. His sense of curiosity made it tempting to suit up and step outside but he knew better. It was time to leave.

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Warvanus returned to the pilot’s chair and soon after the shuttle was airborne, and leaving the primary and on his way back to Sojourn, this planet’s sole moon. The feeling he had when he had left Sojourn was gone. He no longer felt the pulling on his mind. As subtle as it was, it was now gone.

[Kell Sangros]

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The Dark Side of the Force was a sea of mysteries, a gateway to un-natural and extraordinary abilities. It was endless, It knew no depth. It had taught him alot, through its teachers Success, Failure, Experience. Warvanus had amassed alot of knowledge Through his study of the Force and the training he had received. He had been shown the gateway to power by Tormentous, to self-discovery and study and then coming under Lord Blood’s tutelage. He now stood at the entrance to the tomb as a fully recognized Sith Lord. He had felt lead by the Dark side to this tomb. He had been searching for the tomb of a obscure Sith Lord by the name of Darth Desectivus, with whom he shared a blood line but he doubted that this was it, He was on his new world, gifted to him the primary of Sojourn, he still needed to name this world. Warvanus took the first steps inside the long hallway to the mysteries beyond. He remained open to the Force as he walked down the wide statue adorned hallway, it was barely lit. The torches on the walls were flickering away. His solitary footsteps echoed the long lonesome hall.

The Force was strong here, he could feel it, and he concluded either the owner of this tomb was very strong in the Force or this at one time was a nexus of Dark Side power or he was more in tune with the power that resided here. The Dark side reigned supreme here. He entered a cavern and saw a walkway that led upwards, underneath it was a river of what appeared to be molten lava. He approached the small ledge to find the river of lava to be turbulent, as if something angered it. Through the Force he could feel outrage at the intrusion, anger, and hatred for the living intruding on the dead. He remembered that first time he touched the Force the intensity he felt then was very close to what he was sensing now. Through time and hours of practice he had developed his senses to be sensitive to the Force. They were aware of the disturbances he now felt in the Force. What was so valuable to place such guardians to protect, the longer he stayed the stronger the disturbance became. At first it felt like a mild outrage, now it was as if it was a cry for blood like Warvanus had committed a cardinal sin by desecrating this place by his mere presence. Would he dare to cross the bridge to the land mass that was across? The disturbance became stronger almost oppressive to the Sith Lord but not overly oppressive, he would feed off of it to fuel his own power and command of the Dark Side. The way for him was clear, and that was forward.

He began the trek across to the platform across, at first the sea of lava was turbulent the deeper he was in the more turbulent it became if it had been an ocean and he was on a water vessel it would have capsized. Slowly, he made his way across until he was standing on a much larger land mass. As he crossed he drew upon the Force and gathered it to himself, as he used it to control his body, to steady himself as he crossed, to normalize his heart rate and blood pressure which would help him keep his balance. Techniques he had used since the early stages of his training, as time had gone on he had gotten better at employing them and had learned new ones, he had successfully been able to draw poison from his body, as well as being able to absorb energy, that one he had learned in an act of desperation back when Lord Blood was Slade Xandir and had wanted to test him. He still bore the scars of that encounter; it was the beginning of his being tempered into a indomitable force. It aided him in his swordplay; he could use Control and throw telekinetic strikes now as well. The Force had indeed awarded him with abilities as he pursued its’ secrets with a steady diligence and as a result he had been approaching a level of Mastery and even once he did hit that level he would not cease, he would strive to never stop learning, Knowledge was power.

Crossing this thin stone bridge was a slow moving process but after a time and caution he made it to the larger land mass across. It resembled an arena as it was circular in shape with a path behind him from where he came, and a pathway in front of him that appeared to have led into another dimly lit hallway. He took a couple more steps in, and the whole room began to shake. Through the Force he could feel the oppression magnify as now the lava was now rising. Soon it would flood where he was standing. The Lava was rising higher now from its river Warvanus could hear a quiet but sinister laughter in the air. It was goading him full of hate and contempt, the living trespassing on the dead. Warvanus saw it as a challenge to his abilities, a test. He would not fail.

The Sith Lord scanned his surroundings, the ledge had some loose rocks all over the place, he wondered if he could hold the lava back? Or maybe construct a barrier to protect him from it. He took a breath and summoned his anger, at the gumption of the spirits trying to rob him of his mortal coil, on his own planet no less. His anger turned into white hot fury, the blue iris’ faded as the radioactive yellow ones replaced them. The eyes of power, he could perceive the energy fields surrounding him, the ledge, the loose rocks, the rising lava. Using the Dark side he began to alter the lava, trying to push it at bay to prevent it from rising further, he might as well have tried to push back the tides on a planet as futile as the attempt was. He came back to himself. The lava was rising higher now. It was almost starting to cover the ledge he had been standing on. The way out was still covered and he was running out of time.

He called upon the Force again, this time to gather any loose rocks, boulders or anything he could use to shield from the lava that threatened to engulf him. The Rocks floated to his right and left and exerting his will on the rocks he created a crude wall, this would buy him some time, but he had to remain focused on it to keep it reinforced with the Force like it was shielded with the Force. It didn’t have to be successful just had to buy the Sith Lord time. While he had his attention on the make shift walls he went over to the blocked path, and using Telekinesis he drew on the Force to pull the rocks aside. Some budged and obeyed his mental commands, most would not move. He drew out his lightsaber and with a snap hiss the crimson blade came to life. He would break up the wall as he brought his lightsaber into strike at the wall. Stones were breaking up now. He kept his attention on his make shift wall, and now he diverted some to the wall in front of him, pulling with the Force , more stones freed themselves which caused some boulders to shift. He closed down the lightsaber blade and shifted equal focus on the wall which was now the only thing from being swallowed from the Lava, and freeing more of the boulders, slowly agonizingly slow the opening began to show again as his barrier was failing, his concentration on it had faltered. When it was large enough he wasted no time in crossing through it.

He released his hold fully on the failing make shift wall and the lava wasted no time in finishing it off it had been faltering steadily as he cleared the blocked path. He crossed into the crypt itself. The room was circular, dimly lit, stairs ascending led to another platform but he could see the coffin resting along with four pillars each in a corner of the tomb. He took a minute as he gathered himself. That time with the lava had begun to tire him. After a few moments he began his ascent.

His danger sense prickled to life but he was too slow, due to the fatigue that threatened to set in, he felt a jab into his arm and looked to see a dart, and then the poison began to set in. He withdrew into himself. He could feel the poison, and with his will willed it to push out his pores it took a lot of focus to do this feat, it was also painful but Warvanus loved pain. As he was drawing the poison out with *Detoxify Poison* he could feel the staircase begin to give, again he drew deeper into the Force to keep the stairs from falling apart,*alter* while trying to draw the poison from his body a feat he had never been able to do before, as both required great focus and concentration, to do it he had to become more than his mortal shell he had to immerse himself deeper into the force than he thought possible, in this immersion drawing the poison , and holding together the stairs became easier as he could feel the Force stronger as he gave it his anger and his pain. He then jumped from the stairs aiming for the coffin, he had used the Force to give him distance *Force Jump* he was successful. He had been able to do one, maybe two powers at a time, but he had just done three, a little bit ago it seemed impossible to do two, but he pushed himself beyond his limits in employing the force jump and had held the stairs together, drew the poison out, and executed a successful force jump. He came back to himself as the stairs collapsed, and the poison was now gone from him, but his skin would burn for awhile as a result.

He concluded that the endless training and meditation had helped him; he drew deeper on the Force when he needed more and it gave him more power, which in turn did not taxed him less on concentration allowing him to take some of that mental focus and divert it to another task. It was something he had not done to this extent. It was a growing experience, another lesson learned in the Force. This was something that no Master could instruct to their apprentices, it was a lesson that was learned by application. He had learned many lessons in his apprenticeship, and he continued to learn them. With what he had just accomplished, he felt a new depth of understanding in the mysteries of the Force. The force itself had no limits but their devotees did as they were flesh and bone. He was now exhausted, he had felt like he had waged a mental war with the forces in this tomb, and it was not over by a long shot.

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He had to rest, he was not done by any means in all of this he wondered how he would get out of this place. Was he trapped? He was the Master on this world he would not allow or suffer this. He would find a way.

[Kell Sangros]

Warvanus stood and looked down at the pit, in the pit the slaves performed their work, whether it was gardening, or working the rock pits, or the mines, in this case it was the rock pits. He had receieved a report that they were behind schedule and that they were very behind. He would find ways to motivate them to make them fall back into line.

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He had read and studied on the ability to amplify one’s voice with the Force, He had also read that in some cases it could be used as a weapon. It was in this aspect that grabbed the Sith Lord’s interest. In theory it was a matter of using the Force to preserve and or amplify the sound-waves. By manipulating sound waves he could in theory project his voice without using audio equipment and in turn use it to disorient or even injure. The more he learned the deadlier he would become and in turn more formidable, something he always worked hard for, to achieve this feat, would require a great deal of focus.

He drew on the Dark Side tapping into its infinite energy, fueling it with his passions, his emotions. The building rage at the slaves for their lack of progress he eyed them in contempt. He drew his focus and concentration inward. Pushing his awareness deep into himself.

“Stop” he had said the word but found nobody heard him as nothing was different. Nor did the volume in his voice changed. He had failed in his attempt.

He took a breath and again summoning the Force, exerting his will and dominance he repeated the word. Again the desired effect was not heard. His voice was not amplified , the slaves did not stop what they were doing and he was not focusing deep enough.

The anger was turning into white hot rage now, as he tried over and over and over not once being successful. His hands balled into fists the rage aching to be unleashed. Sweat had began to form on his brow from the level of concentration he was pouring into the attempt.

He was pacing back and forth now like a caged animal, stewing in his rage, using it to command the Dark Side he once again poured his passions into it, as an offering, for exchange of power and for knowledge. Unable to resist the urge at containing his rage he gave into it. He poured his hatred and contempt of the slaves and as he did so he let out a scream, it sounded almost primal, it was a blood curling scream, His focus and will working in concert and by command he used the Force to preserve the sound waves though he did not consciously do this through the Force. He had pictured the slaves in his mind and the punishment he desired to unleash upon them, The Scream that came from the infuriated Sith Lord was nothing but intimidating and fierce and it had acted like a shockwave, the slaves had stopped, all of them covering their ears. Some appeared dis-oriented as if their center of balance was thrown off, while others fell to their knees holding their ears withering in pain as if they had been stabbed in the ear. If he had any deaf slaves in his midsts even them would have felt the shockwave he delivered as they would have felt it and not necessarily heard it.

He had not done it, but at the same time he used this power as a weapon. After he unleashed the scream he had taken another breath and regulated his breathing as he scanned the result. He took another breath as he was encouraged by the partial success, He did not make himself heard he had in turn used it as a weapon. He was not sure how he did it, he put no conscious effort into it, he had let his anger and hate take control.

Slowly the slaves rose and resumed their tasks. One more time he drew on the Dark Side, still maintaining the focus he had when he unleashed the sonic attack. With his passions fueling his command of the Force he approached the edge of the pit and looked down. He then spoke

“Stop!”

The single word echoed as if a thunderous boom, the word resonated throughout the pit and even to those near him. At once the slaves stopped their tasks and looked up at the Sith Lord. He said nothing further and turned and walked away.

As he walked he replayed the events, what he had been doing, he was successful, his brow drentched in sweat, he was tired from the effort as he often felt after trying something new in the Force. With the sonic scream he did not think, his poured his passions into the scream, and he deduced it was this that made it successful. When he amplified his voice he had dialed back the passions and imposed his mastery of control in the attempt, which proved to be successful. He would have to practice both uses like with everything else. With practice it would become easier and require less effort.

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He passed an officer, his insigna marked him as a Captain. He stopped and spoke to the Captain

“Execute half of the slaves I dont care which, when they see this , it should redouble their efforts, if they continue to be behind in two days time, execute the rest”

The Captain saluted “It will be done My Lord” he said

Warvanus’ back was already to the Captain as he had continued to his study.

[Kell Sangros]

On Sojourn’s primary the world he named Karza which in the Sith tongue meant War, the domain that was under the rule of the Sith Lord Warvanus, a gift from his Master when he ascended to the rank of Lord. Deep inside his stronghold the palace fortress he had named Karza Nesti which in the tongue of the sith it meant War Bringer. It was a fitting name for the War Bringer. He still retained his complex on Sojourn, just as he had a entire palace built for his Master for when he chose to visit.

He stood in his Dojo which was where he would meditate and train, and sometimes dwelled on the nature of the Force. The Dojo was adorned with weapons, and symbols depicting the esoteric orders that were close to the Tera Kasi he had also Sith emblems and symbols adorn the walls. He had been researching holocron construction. Something that he knew was a Master’s rite of passage. He was not going to attempt this rite today; he would admit that he had made previous attempts in his private study but all ending in failure as he still had much to learn, Korriban had taught him that. He took a breath and looked at the components on the table before him, they were everything he needed to make another attempt, but he was not ready to make the attempt. With that decision he turned and left the private sanctuary, he ascended the stairway that led to the concealed door that was the only way to enter or exit this sanctuary of this world’s Master. When he stepped through he was in his office which itself was huge, it contained his library, his collection of tomes and knowledge he had acquired. He went to his desk and flipped the comm-switch. Before the other end could say anything the Sith Lord gave his instructions.

"Prepare a speeder" was all he said

He took the speeder to the large hill that only awhile ago had been a tomb inside, one that had devices in place to try to end him. He was more prepared and decided to explore the crypt providing he could get back into it. He exited the speeder and walked up the hill, with each step he could hear his boots crunching in the dry rocky dirt. There was no vegetation here, it had looked like Death had touched this area. A short time later he reached the point where he had barely escaped with his life. As he suspected it was covered in rocks, of all sizes. Some he knew he could easily remove , some he could possibly lift, the larger ones he would save to either cleave in two or move them with the Force. He got right to work, moving the smaller stones, and some of the medium ones. With a combination of using the Force and his own physical strength he cleared all but three stones, that were kind of wedged together. He could not get any of them to budge. The first and second stones were about the size of two heads, the third one which took up a lot of the space was large as a speeder. He knew that with all his physical strength he could not move the medium rocks. A perfect opportunity he thought to himself to try something…

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He had wondered if he could use the Force to enhance his strength. It was possible he had deduced. He had read accounts of past Force users being able to enhance natural attributes such as speed, sight, and even strength for a short period of time. He understood it to be a control based power, he had a basic understanding of how to apply it, but execution was a different situation than scholarly understanding.
He drew in a breath and called upon the Dark Side, he gave it his passions, his anger, his hate. He gave it his ambitions, his memories that triggered the emotions he needed to use the Dark Side; it was all fuel for the infinite energy field that was his to command. He let the Force flow through him. From his raven colored hair to the tips of his fingers and toes its energy coursed through him. He had felt energized by the energies of the Force, he felt as if he could accomplish the task set before him, he felt physically stronger, The Force was a booster, He reached forward getting a hold on one of the medium size jagged rocks, and he pulled. The rock did not budge, he tried again pulling harder using all of his might and the rock still did not give way. He tried one last time, the stone was unyielding as loose small pebbles trickled down to the ground, a reward of his efforts.

He was out of breath as he exerted himself trying to pull away this rock. He knew that pushing it was not an option, either way he would have the same outcome. What was he doing wrong? Then it hit him. He had been relying on the Force to help him move it, instead of using the Force to augment his muscles and bones to enhance those, thus enhancing his strength, if he had done this with his eyes he suspected it would enhance his sight, something he would test at a later time. He had approached it all wrong, he should be augmenting the Force into his muscles, augmenting it there at the muscular level by controlling the Force and it’s flow within, he would need to will the Force to flow deeper into him, like water poured out going into the little cracks and openings, this was the same concept. Was this the right approach?

Once again he drew in and let out a breath and called once more upon the Dark Side. He was its’ master and he was its’ servant. He drew the energy into himself letting it flow through his body once more. He drew his focus inward, willing the energy to flow deeper into his being, to let it augment the muscles in his body, re-enforcing them, making the muscles denser as he willed the energy to surround and compact his muscles closer and tighter together. He could almost feel his whole body cramp, but it did not. Outside of that feeling he felt no different than he normally did.

He grabbed the rock once again, and he pulled, it still did not yield , he put more physical effort into it all while he kept his concentration on the Force augmenting his muscles and ligaments. He exerted more effort, and the stone did not yield. Anger and frustration crept into his mind, and the temporary lapse in focus botched the whole effort entirely.

He wanted to scream, he could use sound as a weapon, but it would do more harm in the end he deduced after the rage calmed through him. The rage stemming from the frustration he had felt at letting his concentration lapse he held on to it, as he drew on the Force again using that rage to fuel his command of it, the rage made him more focused. He pushed the distracting thoughts aside the ones that would creep into his mind the ones that would diverge his focus and attention in the task at hand. The thought of failure and doubt. They were the biggest ones, and with his will he had cast them aside. This would keep his power in check as he wrestled this secret from the Force. Sweat was forming on his brow, as he fought to maintain his focus and the feat of enhancing his physical strength by use of the Force. He gritted his teeth and tried again.

He wrapped his hands around the jagged stone, his fingers grabbing onto each side to hold it, He then began another attempt at pulling the stone free. After a couple of minutes he felt the stone beginning to yield. He ignored the change, he had to keep focused, he exerted more effort, and the stone gave a bit more. Slowly the stone gave completely and Warvanus was holding the stone in his arms. He walked over and dropped it, and then attempted the same feat with the second stone. At first this stone too did not want to yield but it did, taking less exertion on this one than the previous. He threw the second stone over at where he had placed the first stone. Using his anger to hurl it, in a way of showing those stones who the boss was. He had taken a smug satisfaction at his success. Now only the large stone remained. It was about as wide as a X-31 landspeeder but higher.

He would not try it with a larger stone, not until he had some more experience in this ability. Just moving the two stones had worn him out, he felt tired and sweaty, his muscles ached from the exertion. It had been a mental drain on him at the level of concentration he had to maintain. With this new ability he could apply it to other things; the applications of it were many. With time and practice he would learn just how many exactly.

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He looked at the large stone and taking a breath he stretched out with the Force and lifted the large stone (Telekinesis) and rolled it away. He was tired, he had the opening to the tomb was once again available to him. One thing was for certain, he would need to rest before venturing back inside, if it was like the last visit he would need to be 100% for whatever was inside.

[Kell Sangros]

Warvanus sat cross-legged in his personal gym, it looked more like a martial arts dojo, one of many in his massive complex on the world of Karza.

=Begin Force Mask App=

Months ago Warvanus had attempted a technique that would diminish, maybe even shield his presence in the Force, he had failed at the attempt, it was a complex technique but the War-Bringer was not deterred. He had grown so much in the Force since that failure; he was also more knowledgeable, and more experienced in the Force. He also was a bit wiser. Failure was a valuable teacher, in his failure he had felt he had learned its lessons well, He had not focused deep enough, to maintain the ability the last time he attempted it. He recognized his error before and now, he refused to fail again. He recognized the need to learn this ability; He also desired it, as it would be a very useful tool if he could be successful in learning and achieving the feat of masking his presence in the Force.

He let in and out a breath as he drew on the Force , he let it flow through him, gathering its energy into himself like one would stand under a shower letting the water cascade on you from above. He drew his awareness inward, he was aware of the energy field that surrounded him. It shone like a red nova of raw energy, bright to anyone who had any sensing ability in the Force. The energy field surrounded him; it was he surmised was his force signature. He forced his will upon it, willing the energy field that surrounded him and all things to dim. He pushed his awareness willing it, as if he was turning a dial to adjust brightness of a lamp. He willed the energy field to dim, as if drawing in upon itself. The unspoken command, changed nothing, his aura in the Force had not changed. He tried again, concentrating harder, his will being more dominant as he asserted it more dominantly; this required even more focus and concentration. His energy field still did not change. He abruptly ended the attempt as he opened his eyes, he could feel the frustration bubbling to the surface of his consciousness

=Pause App=

Krieger had walked into the training room that looked more like a dojo. Warvanus looked up and saw his operative who had some training in the Force. “Good I have need of you” he told his apprentice. Before he could say anything Warvanus continued “I need you to stretch out with your senses, and try to lock on to my presence, and tell me when you can no longer feel me through the Force or if my presence diminishes at all” it was an odd request that much was clear, but Krieger’s Master had a reason and was not one to waste time or be idle. He bowed his head and simply said “Yes Master” He stretched out with his feelings and could feel Warvanus in the Force, his presence was like a eternal source of energy, to the apprentice he could feel and was in awe of the power Warvanus embodied. “I can feel you Master” he told him. Warvanus nodded.

=Resume App=

Warvanus drew upon the Force, stretching out with his senses, through the mind’s eye he saw the familiar red aura that burned with intensity as if he was a star giving off heat and light to the bodies that orbited him. He deepened his focus, asserted his will on the energy field that surrounded him. He pushed his concentration harder as he would manipulate the energy field with his mind by drawing his presence inward, to make him appear small in the Force. As he drew his presence inward, he perceived the energy field surrounding him to diminish, not vanish as he knew that was impossible, he knew his true nature could be concealed as he made his presence in the Force small. It took a considerable amount of effort to maintain. He felt his concentration slip as he briefly felt his focus falter at the perceived success of the ability. He breathed deep and reined in his focus, once more he felt in control of maintaining the mask. He then strained his brow as he focused even deeper, pushing his will harder against the energy field that surrounded him, his aura, his signature in the Force. He was attempting to draw his presence inward even more. For a brief moment his aura diminished even more to an intensity of a barely lit dark room. He could not hold that level of focus for long though. It felt like containing an explosion using nothing more than his hands. His presence brightened a bit. Mental exhaustion ran through him now, as he gave the attempt up completely. He felt he had been marginally successful.

=Pause App=

Krieger looked at his Master and stretched out with his feelings, he could not sense his Master’s power, the presence came off as something static, of someone who did not walk in the currents of the Force. He stretched out harder; his Master’s presence still eluded him. For a brief moment he could have sworn that he had vanished in the Force completely.

“I Think you did it Master” he said

=Resume App=

With this new ability he would be able to blend in with hordes of people and be perceived as someone of little to no import. He could hide in plain sight. The applications of it were endless, he would not be able to do any of this until he had a better handle and control of the ability, which he knew he would get after much practice. He understood why he failed before, the level of focus and concentration was more than what he believed it to require. He had been arrogant in his first attempt. The effort had worn him out, as it normally did when he attempted new things in the Force. He would practice and learn this ability, and not only would he learn it but he would be proficient in it.

=End Force Mask App=
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[Kell Sangros]

He was alone, in a barren open field on Karza, Sojourn’s primary, a good of a place as any to perform this training session, he had already felt irritated that this core ability something he should have already learned had escaped his notice. Better late than never he thought

Begin Force Speed App

A long time ago, it was relatively early in his apprenticeship while on Lucazec executing his very first mission in the name of his former Master, Darth Tormentous, he had used the Force to jump at exceptional heights which had helped him on his mission. He had been studying the technique that held the same principles but would allow one to move faster as if giving bursts of speed. It had been to Warvanus’ estimate one of those abilities he had overlooked. He felt irritated that such core ability escaped his notice when he had been nothing but diligent when it came to studying and pursuing the mysteries of the Force.

He looked ahead, and letting a breath in and out he drew on the Force. He baited it with his passions, and emotions, he let the heat inside him that was his fury rise from his core, it flowed outward, fueling him with the dark side, it made him more focused, and stronger. He gathered the energy to himself by letting the Force flow freely through him. He was its conduit. He could feel it’s’ energy flowing through him. He looked at his destination and began to run as he ran he willed the energy to make his body lighter so that the same effort would make him move faster. He did not feel like he was moving any faster. He stopped. He looked at the starting point and ran towards to where he was just standing, he had felt no different in his movements, he could have been doing nothing for all the good it did him. He willed the Force to push him along to move faster, but all he did was trip and fell and hit the dirt. He was panting now as Fresh new white hot Anger now rising fiercely within him. He slowly stood up and balled his hands into fists.

He was now drawing heavily on the Force, gathering the energies into himself once again, letting the Force flow through him like a raging river. He felt alive, energized as if the Force itself bathed him in it’s’ power. His anger continually fueling the power flowing through him, He turned his focus inward, willing the Force to saturate his muscles, his very bones in its energy. He redirected the currents with his will so that its energies would fully immerse him, the currents of the Force seemed alive to the Sith, as through his body he could feel a tingling, a yearning for release, demanding to be unleashed. When he could no longer contain the building energy, he pushed with both his legs and with the Force, He had barely put any physical effort into it. The result was a burst of speed that Warvanus had never traveled by foot before. If someone had been watching It would have been all of a blur, he could see his destination with absolute clarity. Elated by this success he abruptly stopped and had tripped and fell again to the ground. He laid there a bit contemplating what had just happened and where he once again went wrong.

He had done it, now he had to learn to stop and not fall or trip. He brushed the dust and dirt from his clothes, and turned around leaning on the Force again and once more he was off in a burst of speed. The level of focus and concentration was difficult as he was trying to avoid another fall. Everything seemed to move slower around him, the sounds around him seemed to be like a recording played in slow motion, the dirt he had kicked up was moving in slow motion, it appeared as if he had stepped outside of the normal flow of time, he knew this was not so, He was moving with lightning speed, but he would not be able to keep this effort up for very long as it required deep concentration and concrete focus to maintain the feat. He now needed to learn to safely stop, he did not know if it was his own thought or a voice through the Force speaking to his mind but all he needed to do was let it go. He withdrew his will breaking the maintained hold on his body, everything returned to normal speed, the sounds of the wildlife, the movement of the dirt he was kicking up in his run, and just like that he was running regularly and he simply stopped. He had felt disoriented at first, having never traveled on foot at that speed , he also felt dizzy and a little nauseous, but after a short time the feeling had passed.

He looked at his surroundings again and realized he had covered quite a distance in the short period he had been running. It was a good starting point, practice would help him maintain longer distances and give him better control of the ability. He would also have to do something about his central nervous system or using this ability will more than likely make him physically ill. He was in control but this was an unfamiliar power to him, with time and practice that would change and it like everything else he learned would become a part of him.

End Force Speed App
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[Kell Sangros]

It had been sometime since, the War-Bringer had sought to wrestle secrets from the Force. He had gotten stagnant in his development and growth as a Sith Lord. The cure he surmised for stagnation was activity, and Warvanus was a man of action. He had studied about the ability to manipulate fire with the Force and in some cases start a fire with the Force. A useful ability he had thought, after considerable study, he was going to claim this ability as his own. Warvanus, sat in his meditation room, surrounded by lit candles. The room was lit by the surrounding candles.

=Begin Pyrokinesis App 300 Word Req.=

He stretched out with the Dark Side of the Force, in it he poured his hatred , hatred for the his enemies, for the decaying state of their order. Hate made him powerful and the War-Bringer was full of hate. He perceived the candles surrounding him, their tiny fires flickering as they burn down their wicks. He chose one candle the one in front of him and at that candle he pressed his focus deeper into this one object. This was different then perceiving a living person in the Force, but the same Force that surrounded a living being, surrounded this flame, this only re-enforced the subtle truth he learned long ago and this only deepened it with this knowledge. He perceived the energy field surrounding this small flame. He pressed his will into the flame and willed it to rise. The candle did not change in its intensity.

He knew this would happen but as to what he was not doing was another matter. He narrowed his eyes and watched the candle as he stretched out again, this time he pressed his concentration deeper, into it, which deepened his focus. He could perceive through the Force, the oxygen that fueled it. He was aware of the friction that keeps the flame flickering. Through his will he willed more oxygen to gather to the flame, as he did this, The War Bringer saw the flame grow in size, and intensity, it was a flame that was burning strong. He controlled this flame. He then withdrew his influence and the flame returned to Its normal size and the intensity lessened. Pleased with what happened, he blew out the candle. Now he would try to use the Force to create fire.

Once again he drew on the power of the Dark Side, offering to it his hatred, anger, and his lust. Its power filled him. He once again drew his concentration to the extinguished candle. He pressed his focus even deeper, deeper until he could perceive the air molecules that were around the candle. With his will he drew some of them together, and taking two through the Force he willed the molecules to start rubbing against each other. He pressed his concentration even harder to maintain what he was telling the molecules to do. He was now willing them to rub even faster, the friction it created a small flame appeared on the wick of the candle. Seeing the result he withdrew his influence and the candle stayed lit as the flame once again was burning the wick on the candle.

The War Bringer was pleased with his efforts, though successful by his estimation he was exhausted. Not physically but mentally, the level of concentration had left Warvanus feeling spent. For a warrior of his caliber he could use this technique. The idea of burning entire towns to the ground came to mind, but not only could he manipulate flame, which was the easier of the two tasks, he could create the flame if he concentrated deep enough as well as direct it and guide it, if his focus was tight that it. With practice no doubt he knew it would get easier, as with anything else. Reptition was key.

=End Pyrokinesis App=
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[Kell Sangros]

Begin Combustion App

He claimed the power of the Dark Side, gathering it and drawing it into himself. Pouring his hatred, malice, disgust and his anger into it, the emotions like gas on a fire, these emotions burning brightest in his deepest core of his being, this made him attractive, desirable by the Dark Side. He shone like a bright new coin. The power of the Dark Side filling him, giving him power and strength. He deepened his concentration, drawing more and more power of the Dark Side into him, willing the power to fill his vessel more and more of its power being absorbed by the War-Bringer, filling him with its energy, enhancing his focus and concentration, his focus on those most powerful of his emotions, Hatred and Anger. The effects of commanding so much power began to take a hold of the War-Bringer, he could feel the madness that came associated with the Dark Side, the physical discomfort that came with it, as he could feel his nerves being over stimulated, his nerve endings feeling overly sensitive to the slightest tactile touch, whether it was the ground or a weapon in his hand, his senses were more acute as a byproduct of the power he was channeling, the pounding in his head intensifying. Warvanus pushed through, ignoring the physical pain that was coursing through more and more of his body. He had not claimed this much power into himself since the hall of the arcane. As before the amount of energy he was drawing into himself, gave him a heightened perception of his surroundings, the Dark Side beckoning him to lose himself into it, to enter the nether realm of the Force, to go on to the madness that was the Dark Side. His will like Mandalorian Iron, as he kept his mind grounded in the present and in the realm of the physical.
He opened his eyes and looked at the boulder that stood before him. With a nudge of his will he willed its’ rise. The Boulder itself was about the size of a training remote if it were doubled in size. It rose slowly from the ground. He stared at it, immersing his senses around it and through it. He could perceive the energy field that surrounded this boulder and it was his to command. He pressed his senses deeper, the boulder was not hollow, it’s mass felt somewhat compressed to him. It was the perfect test subject. He could feel the imperfections, with deeper concentration he pressed his senses even deeper, he needed to get to the molecular level, to perceive it on that scale. Believing he was fully immersed in this inanimate object he pressed his will on it, deepened his focus, He willed the energy field surrounding it to close in on itself, to crush it, He took his hand and made it into a fist willing to crush the rock before him. He tightened his hand into the fist.
Nothing happened…
He stared at the floating rock, at his failed attempt. New white hot anger rose within the War-Bringer, he hated failure, but it would be through failure that he would learn. He had set his senses once more on his target, and as he pressed his senses deeper, he learned what his mistake was, where he had failed. He had brought his focus in deeper into the object but not fully, he extended his awareness all around the boulder and with that he pressed inward deeper until he could perceive the core of the boulder. With each layer it felt more and more dense to the War-Bringer. He bathed his senses from the core of the rock to what could be constituted as the surface of it. He perceived the compacted mass in its center, all the way to the ragged surface of it. The rock had become an extension of himself. The physical pain he was experiencing began to intensify, as he had drawn a lot of the energy of the Dark Side to him, He offered his pain as fuel for his power. He was so immersed in this object that he was intimate with this rock. The maddening whispers of the Dark Side threatened to tear his focus away and distract him. Their whispers growing louder in his mind. He would not yield. He kept his focus and his will set on what he was attempting to accomplish. He could feel the sweat pouring off his brow, his body shaking from the power it was containing. He ignored his body, it was just a vessel for the power he commanded, he had still not fully recovered from the Halls of the Arcane. He pushed the pain and the distractions aside, shutting the sensations out with his mind.
After a while His body quieted, his will dominated his physical self as he pushed his sheer will on the object before him, he could still feel it was an extension of himself, and as such he willed the boulder to shatter to explode by sheer will. In his mind he saw the rock and an invisible hands on each side applying pressure, deadly crushing pressure on this object, just when it appeared it would take no more pressure, Warvanus applied more telekinetic pressure on the sides of the rock, with a final thought he pushed his those invisible hands on each side to meet in the middle. The rock gave no resistance as the small boulder before him shattered as if something exploded. Debris flew everywhere, the debris showered Warvanus with dust and small pebbles. It made no significant sound only the sound of rock being crushed by a indomitable force.


End Combustion App
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He stood there for long moments just thinking about what had just happened. His breathing heavy, sweat coated his skin. Fatigue had set in as this often happened when wrestling secrets from the Dark Side, one of the many prices he had to pay for new power. The ability to shatter objects by sheer will, took a lot of out of him, but he would get better as he would practice and with that it would take less of a toll on him. If he had been one hundred times more powerful, could he have done this on a planetary scale? Such a musiing was fantasy he knew he was not remotely powerful enough to attempt such a feat on a planetary scale just as he could not perceieve the boulder’s weakest spot. He used brute force in the Dark Side to accomplish his goal. That would suffice for the War-Bringer.