November Open Log

[drawsghosts]

Who: Darth Imperius and YOU
What: Catch-all log
When: November
Where: Various places
Content Warning: Slavery mention


Studying
The Archive has become on of Talwyn's usual haunts. He's a scholar, so seeing him with his nose buried in a book isn't an unusual sight. Right now, he's reading up on old rituals, and there's a book about the deities that inhabit the Trench nearby too. Next to him is his Sith holocron, in case he needs to meditate over something familiar.

Shopping
Even if it's not the clothing stores of Dromund Kaas or Nar Shaddaa, Talwyn still likes to treat himself to a new piece of clothing sometimes. He should also think about commissioning a new set of robes from the local tailors. He browses the scarfs, eyeing the different patterns and colors, before selecting a plain knitted one made from soft purple yarn.

"I swear, the good tailors can only be found with the Sith Empire. It's why we have so much better fashion."

Working Out
A Sith mustn't get rusty or let oneself get lazy, and thus Talwyn is on the beach, double-bladed lightsaber in hand, purple blades blazing. He pivots and twirls, spinning the weapon in his hand, battling imaginary enemies. Normally he'd do this with droids or dummies. One of the blades sweeps the sand, sending up a cloud of fine granules. He borders between aggressive and graceful, powerful and agile, changing up his style every once in a while.

He stops to take a break, closing the weapon and reaching for his canteen to take a quick drink.

Wildcard
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[drawsghosts]

Talwyn only has enough time to bring his forearm up to protect his throat, but his arm ends up taking the brunt of the attack and he curses under his breath at the pain. Backing off a few paces, he lowers his weapon.

"I concede." He isn't sure how much longer he can keep this up without resorting to more Force lightning.

[survivalthroughhate]

Maul felt very satisfied with how the bout had gone after Imperius conceded he'd won. "That was a good sparring match. You have some talent." That was a high compliment from Maul given how high his usual standards were when it came to fighting.

He held out a hand for the other Sith to shake.

[drawsghosts]

"I was well-trained," Between Maul and Savage, Talwyn saw that a modern Sith could match one from the old Sith Empire. He accepted the hand and shook it.

"Had you been born in my time, and gone to the Sith Academy, you would have done well."

[survivalthroughhate]

"There was a Sith Academy?" Maul questioned. Now that was an idea that was completely foreign to him, having so many Sith around that an entire school would have been needed to contain and educate them all.

[drawsghosts]

"Of course there was. It was where Sith acolytes were brought for training and testing, before being apprenticed to a Sith Lord." Talwyn had been there as both a student and a master. "Competition to become apprenticed is fierce and brutality is encouraged by the overseers. You either make it as a Sith, or you die trying." It wasn't something Talwyn relished when he had to go through it.

[survivalthroughhate]

Once again, Maul was reminded how differently things must have been all those thousands of years ago when Talwyn lived. "That sounds like it would have been.....interesting to go through."

Maul wondered if he would have felt more or less lonely had there been other students learning the ways of the Sith as he was growing up. Probably less. He'd always felt so all alone and isolated without anyone else to talk to or interact with when he was under the care of Darth Sidious.