Ritual of Initiation

[Grevendar Togl]

(OOC: This is the ritual of initiation RP for Beskar Indaraes, Marakk Sagesse and Jools Noctru)

Arriving at Exocron station, a space colony used exclusively as an arrival checkpoint for visiting scholars, Grev walked down the ramp of his Delta JV-7 shuttle slowly, his long devotee robes swaying and rustling with every step, bouncing back against his customised heavy battle armour. The armour had been extensively modified in the fashion of a Mandalorian Crusader from the era of Revan and Malak, matte black in colour with orange decals. He walked with a slight limp down the ramp, evidence of a failed assasination attempt many years earlier which took him 2 years to fully recover from.

He stood in the small docking bay of the colony and took a moment to look out of the grav field at the planet. Blue and green, Exocron appeared a paradise and indeed had become one, the former home of the Tameht tribe showing the glory that Krath brought to them as she descended upon the surface for the first time. Looking out through the contaniment field, Grev felt he could almost see into the past as an early veltraa model warship brought her to orbit and her fighter flew to the surface.

Removing his helmet, Grev looked through the field some more and then turned towards the doors on the far side of the bay and headed for the docking port. Doubtless, his initiates were waiting to take their first steps into the embrace of Krath....Robes rustling, the bay guard saw a long Rykk blade suspended from his belt and a small pouch full of something sewn into the fabric of the voluminous robes.

Patiently meditating in the docking port, the former Sword of Krath awaited the arrival of the others.

[Marakk Sagesse]

Marakk looked at Exocron station as he left hyperspace with is YT-2000. Unusually late he still was calm and relaxed as he flew closer to the station, asking for a landing pad for his ship. Time was valuable, true. But it was also ongoing and being in a hurry wouldn't bring back the time he had lost.
He landed softly on the platform and walked to the ramp of the ship, adjusting his uniform. He had changed his battle armor and weapons against a Krath uniform and just some small hidden knives and a little blaster inside the sleeves and pockets of his coat.
He liked this uniform. Traditional dyed in the colors of Krath.

He had used the flight to Exocron for mediation, so that he was rested and all his senses sharp as the knife he felt at his arm. Looking around, analyzing his surroundings he saw the surface of Exocron and could almost feel the growing nature. Relief, hope, happiness and satisfaction flowed through Marakk. As a Cerean he was always connected with nature, as his home-world was in a thin balance of it's ecosystem.

Marakk turned and entered the docking bay. Grev was already waiting for him, but except for the guards, he was alone. Maybe Marakk wasn't so late at all.

[Beskar Indaraes]

Was already at the station, his Skipray blastboat, a modest vessal, but one armed to the teeth, docked in one of the bays. Beskar was adorned in the robes of a Order of Krath member, his hood over his head. Being a human, and a fairly tall one at that, he made a rather menacing figure in the adornments.

Bes was kneeling at a fire alter in a small room, dimly lit. Behind the later where the brazier and incense burned, the banner of the Order of Krath. He was waiting, and praying, all in one go. Enlightenment through Krath was always a favored pass time.

He was half preparing himself for what was to come, half letting go of everything up until this point. While he had served time with the Order extensively until now, helping to rebuild it from the ashes, he still felt the need to be initiated just like everyone else. One does not build a house, and then refuse to step inside it.

So he would wait for the last to arrive, his guardians outside his door, ready to summon him when it was time.

[Grevendar Togl]

Grevendar decided that Jools was taking time and he did not wish to omit performing his duties. Motioning to Marakk, he saw a man go towards Beskars chambers.

"Ner vod, it is time to descend to the surface, let us depart."

Grevendar led the group to the blastboat that would take them to the surface. When all the pary boarded, the ageing shuttle rose on repuslorlifts and passed the containment field, heading to the northern hemisphere of Exocron. The shuttle touched down at the foot of a small mountain, a winding path that led to the summit the only sign of development. The mountain was covered in a green coating of grass, the path leading round the circumference of the mountain with near steps of rectangular stone.

Motioning towards the path, Grevendar led the group to the base of the mountain and stopped. With gravity, he lowered his hood and intoned "Acknowledging the presence of Krath in our midst, we present supplicants of Krath to offer sacrifice and devotion".

(OOC: The supplicants then proclaim: "May my sacrifice be acceptable to you, Oh Krath, and mould me in thy service." for the ritual to advance)

[Beskar Indaraes]

Had been following the group along the path, and when confronted with the question, would answer promptly as he had been taught; "May my sacrifice be acceptable to you, Oh Krath, and mould me in thy service."
Bes would then wait, hooded and cloaked in his robes, glad that he brought them for such a chilly location.

[Marakk Sagesse]

Marakk had been quiet all the time they travelled to the mountain Grev had taken Beskar and him to. He was in his thoughts and had hardly paid attention to the path they've taken, till Grev started the Ritual at the base of the mountain. The known words, which were said at the beginning, flushed through Marakk's mind and brought him back to the here and now. Speaking by reflex he answered with:
"May my sacrifice be acceptable to you, Oh Krath, and mould me in thy service."

Marakk looked up, met the eye of first Beskar and the Grev and waited for the continuance of the ritual.