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29-10-2026, 03:30 PM
[The following entries are typed on a datapad with a standard encryption lock. Far more accessible if someone were to steal or look through, though the entries themselves are passcode-protected]
The ritual was intense. Ri Satwas had me push a hovertrolley with the corpse of half a Jedi on it out into the jungle. It stank something awful.
There was a large circle scorched into the earth, with three different sets of writing in and around it. I recognised the Sith and the High Sith, but not the third.
I was told I would be a battery of sorts while they dragged answers and information from the corpse. If I stopped channeling, I would likely die.
The first time I've used Ansi Niti properly since the passing of the former Darth Horuset.
Strange tendrils of miasma (I'm not sure how else to describe it) started to come from the ground and snake towards Ri Satwas as they sank into meditation. I felt a connection in my chest; a strange inexorable tug that began to siphon my energy away from me. The tendrils passed through me on occasion. A chill touch.. and then the corpse began to twitch.
So did Ri Satwas.
I kept Ansi Niti going for as long as I could. The surroundings turned silent. Like I had passed into a place devoid of sight and sound. It felt like 4...maybe 5 hours. Of endless channeling.
I felt drained to the very limit.. Everything sucked from me until I was practically a husk.. but damnit I kept channeling.
I think I collapsed.
When I woke, Ri Satwas was standing over me. Watching me. It had only been fifteen minutes. They had gotten the information they wanted, and said I was 'adequate'. They gave me permission to ask them sorcery questions.
...and I think I pushed too far when I asked about the third written language. They said it was a 'smart choice' to not ask further.
I want to see more sorcery - though ideally not with me as the victim. Beggars cannot be choosers though.
Immediately I then had to take the corpse back to the settlement and then escort a shield generator to 1E.
With what energy!? But Ri Satwas is not one to be denied, so I went. Aster came alongside, and in the tunnel some lizards thought we'd make a tasty snack. They learned.
It seems like the training on the harrower was one of the best things I could have endured. Even with no real energy left, I was still able to fight and kill - despite getting bitten in the thigh. I don't remember much beyond the fact that Aster complained all the way as she dragged me back to the settlement.
...
Ri Tzihra Kota gave me a strange task: to deal with something in foil wrapping and dispose of the evidence. Entirely secretly.
It was cooked meat. Maybe some kind of reptile? It was delicious. I couldn't stop eating... the ration cubes and occasional pilfered fruit from the stash isn't really enough.
And this was real meat.
I don't think I could have shared it even if someone else had been there with me.
I managed to dispose of the evidence in the messhall. Slaves dealt with it, no one the wiser.
Maybe I've earned a lesson? I should request Shien, but... they are able to see through walls and rock with the Force. That is highly useful. Perhaps I should ask for the basics of that technique instead.
Several others know Shien. I've seen them use it.
I think Ri Nunchi Winwi offered to teach me something of it when I was recovering in the med tent.
...
Ri Énizasi Diwayas has been explaining a tiny part of the basis of alchemy, particularly the philosophies behind it. I wonder why? Trying to encourage curiosity no doubt, but for what purpose? What are they after?
...
The mission to take 1G was intense but successful. We were given grappling hooks. Thankfully I didn't need to use mine.
I *need* to deal with this fear. What if I'm paralysed by it during a life or death situation on Bon Sor?
What if it strikes during my Trials?
How can I deal with it aside from climbing up a mountain and trying to jump down? A stupid idea at present, when the Republic are still striking with uncanny accuracy.
What can I do? Who can I ask?
There was a large circle scorched into the earth, with three different sets of writing in and around it. I recognised the Sith and the High Sith, but not the third.
I was told I would be a battery of sorts while they dragged answers and information from the corpse. If I stopped channeling, I would likely die.
The first time I've used Ansi Niti properly since the passing of the former Darth Horuset.
Strange tendrils of miasma (I'm not sure how else to describe it) started to come from the ground and snake towards Ri Satwas as they sank into meditation. I felt a connection in my chest; a strange inexorable tug that began to siphon my energy away from me. The tendrils passed through me on occasion. A chill touch.. and then the corpse began to twitch.
So did Ri Satwas.
I kept Ansi Niti going for as long as I could. The surroundings turned silent. Like I had passed into a place devoid of sight and sound. It felt like 4...maybe 5 hours. Of endless channeling.
I felt drained to the very limit.. Everything sucked from me until I was practically a husk.. but damnit I kept channeling.
I think I collapsed.
When I woke, Ri Satwas was standing over me. Watching me. It had only been fifteen minutes. They had gotten the information they wanted, and said I was 'adequate'. They gave me permission to ask them sorcery questions.
...and I think I pushed too far when I asked about the third written language. They said it was a 'smart choice' to not ask further.
I want to see more sorcery - though ideally not with me as the victim. Beggars cannot be choosers though.
Immediately I then had to take the corpse back to the settlement and then escort a shield generator to 1E.
With what energy!? But Ri Satwas is not one to be denied, so I went. Aster came alongside, and in the tunnel some lizards thought we'd make a tasty snack. They learned.
It seems like the training on the harrower was one of the best things I could have endured. Even with no real energy left, I was still able to fight and kill - despite getting bitten in the thigh. I don't remember much beyond the fact that Aster complained all the way as she dragged me back to the settlement.
...
Ri Tzihra Kota gave me a strange task: to deal with something in foil wrapping and dispose of the evidence. Entirely secretly.
It was cooked meat. Maybe some kind of reptile? It was delicious. I couldn't stop eating... the ration cubes and occasional pilfered fruit from the stash isn't really enough.
And this was real meat.
I don't think I could have shared it even if someone else had been there with me.
I managed to dispose of the evidence in the messhall. Slaves dealt with it, no one the wiser.
Maybe I've earned a lesson? I should request Shien, but... they are able to see through walls and rock with the Force. That is highly useful. Perhaps I should ask for the basics of that technique instead.
Several others know Shien. I've seen them use it.
I think Ri Nunchi Winwi offered to teach me something of it when I was recovering in the med tent.
...
Ri Énizasi Diwayas has been explaining a tiny part of the basis of alchemy, particularly the philosophies behind it. I wonder why? Trying to encourage curiosity no doubt, but for what purpose? What are they after?
...
The mission to take 1G was intense but successful. We were given grappling hooks. Thankfully I didn't need to use mine.
I *need* to deal with this fear. What if I'm paralysed by it during a life or death situation on Bon Sor?
What if it strikes during my Trials?
How can I deal with it aside from climbing up a mountain and trying to jump down? A stupid idea at present, when the Republic are still striking with uncanny accuracy.
What can I do? Who can I ask?
