[IC] A'tul's Holo-Diary (Not Available IC)

[Lord Iezkon]

Entry 1: Return

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The projection would flicker onwards and with it revealed an Echani, his eyes smothered over with red lines, signalling the tattoo’s he bore, his hair short yet was present on his head as it offered a glimmering silver. His expression seemed more inquisitive than ever, a brow slightly perked as he glanced into the projection, eyes glimmering with a yellow from the Dark Side of the force manifesting into his form. His lips pursed for a brief moment, and he’d click his tongue to the top of his mouth, adjusting his form to straight as he presented himself.

“Log one, entitled ‘Return’. Apprentice Almir Priaa, son of Lord Haiyca Verdan and Lord Taral-atul. Heir to House Priaa, by right…””

He seemed the slightest bit agitated, as he seemed to recite his ‘title’, almost in a disgusted manner, representing resentment for the very responsibility.

“Titles, not earnt by me. I will re-evaluate them. For now, dwell. I have accomplished the mantle of Apprenticeship after all this time. My return has brought my fortune, and yet knowledge of the powerbase. House Horuset. A powerbase fondly noted by Lord Priaa. She would be disappointed at the out-come. As am I. The only regrets made were that I did not linger, instead I saved you, dear aunt. Now? You disappeared, hidden in Kaas jungles- to my dismay, I abandoned much to support you.”

His lips formed a slight frown on his pale features, and yet he maintained a professional attitude, stoic mannerisms returning to the brief slip through emotion.

“My ascension was as expected. But it took far too long. The Dark Lord was right to say that I did not dwell in stagnation, but I am now an apprentice to the most suicidal of warriors. Mother would find this humerus, no doubt. After all, it is what she wanted for me. I find myself learning new things every day, new avenues supporting my aspirations. My master tells me to pursue independence, to provide where he does not. But none display openly the path I have chosen. To observe, patience, understanding and exploiting weaknesses. Each Apprentice is so predictable… I cannot bring myself to take many seriously. But one shines more than other. Perhaps he will be far more useful to me than I first thought.”

Almir would offer a charming smile, lips curving upwards at the prospect of a path to follow. But he did not dwell on the thought as his smile faded away, again speaking.

“I dwell on moments as an Acolyte. Khali. Ruthut. Kiran. Missing, dead and dead. All dead to me now. All a tool to elevate my position in this house. My thoughts lie on another. One who has power, one who I will hold dear for as long as I live. There is not a day that goes by that I do not aim to impress. But these thoughts are seclusive. I will not be distracted to what matters as a ‘Sith’. Not yet.”

His thoughts lingered on for a while, his gaze glancing to his hand, to which he imagined the very touch of whom he might share with. It was a moment of reflection, yet a feeling of being content. He was thoughtful for that split second, but he did not dwell for long once more.

“I have much to do. First, I will learn how to use my weapons within Form II. But then, I will find a way to get my warriors blades. For I have yet to earn them.”

The projection would flicker once again, before shutting off entirely, closing itself away from the Echani.


(*Post by Sierra/A'tul/Kayla V.*)