#askkreia

[movedbastila]

askkreia/exiledgenerxl

LET ME RAMBLE ABOUT YOU.Always accepting.

GREG MY BB.

[forcewound-blog]

( @askkreia )

“I said: I’m not interested in this weapon anymore, Kreia. You can have it.”

As the Ebon Hawk served her second master, she had picked up a rather diverse crew: and with Bao-Dur on the team, she could even make a lightsaber.

And after about a week of using it, here she was presenting it to Kreia in her usual meditation spot.

“... Just doesn’t feel right, you know? It’s useful, but...” she scratched the back of her head.

“It’s a weapon from an older chapter of my life. You can probably make better use of it than I can,” she offered her unofficial master.

[inpatientia]

Leaves "this" [Url] here, along with a holocron from Revan.

SEND ME AN URL AND I’LL TELL YOU WHAT I THINK OF THEM

HOLD IT, LET ME TALK ABOUT MY FAVOURITE PERSON EVER. Should I take the holocron as an offering to a goddess? Because I totally accept it, it is welcomed. |: I don’t even know where to start but let me just tell you how much I appreciate talking to you. You became my friend really quickly and that’s kinda unusual to me, so I’m still in awe how well that went. You’re truly very sweet and thoughtful and just generally a loving friend, not to mention patient. God, you’re really patient with me. I’m just very fond of you and I enjoy your company as well as I enjoy roleplaying with you very much ( Although because of my turdiness we still haven’t written as much as I wanted to, I’m sorry ). And also——You’re going to cook me korean food. I mean? Come on? What I else could I possibly want for my life tbh? 8| Your friendship is very precious to me and I hope I can share my deep-seated love for KOTOR with you always. And vice versa, of course.

[inpatientia]

     ‘ YOU SENT FOR ME, MASTER? ’ Had a fresh feeling to the look casted upon the Jedi Master. How old was she again, with those tender traits for edges between jaw and neck? Twelve? It hardly mattered for them, for the youth would still tread the path of the Ancient, with her gallant reverence dripping from such clean and jocund nails. Fingers interlaced fingers——a little nose innocently pointed to the open air above her.

[forcehunger-blog1]

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               ❛ Master… ❜

     The word roars like a derelict flagship awoken from a heady slumber. Almost ancient, despite a newfound prowess. A power that extended past his fingertips and into the wide cosmic unknown. It BELONGED to him and for a moment, he thought he'd curl his fingers around the cosmos and squeeze the life from their tired faces. But corrupted, gloved fingers laced together in front of him, ignoring the uncontrolled urge to peel the Force from the walls. The man beneath ached like a creature in a cage, bars rubbed skin raw until it could only taste IRON. He longed to be free. 

                   ❛ I was called. ❜

[giithany-blog]

askkreia

       " Darth Traya," Githany said with          no lacking amount of awe as she          took a knee in front of the Sith Lord.

[oracleofriddles]

KotOR 2 - Kreia talks to Mandalore

[oracleofriddles]

"What you seek means nothing, when the workings of the force are at hand.” Kreia spoke with irrevocable indifference; what her former pupil felt and what was at hand did everything but coincide. Many lines did her age face bear; her eyes blackened by the dark side were once light; yet even the brightest light dims when consumed by darkness.

It was a beast of a thing, the force. It swirled around Revan, it was like gazing upon a gale of a storm and her former pupil? He was the eye of the storm, the very essence of it.

Kreia allowed herself to stretch outwards as she felt the current, she brush along the surface of many thoughts; pain, doubt and shame.

“Do not let shame, be another constraint. Everything you became, everything you are was out of necessity my former Padawan.”

B E T R A Y E R, |Jedi| Master, Dark Lord of the Sith, Master Manipulator, old witch, she had become all this – all this and so much more. Each title bestowed upon her, bearing its own weight, its own responsibility and a reflection. A view of how another or many saw her.

 “And do not blind yourself to a singular truth as the Jedi have blinded themselves to many; you have succeeded where others have failed. You and you alone can stop the oncoming storm that will devour all life and consume the galaxy whole until all that is left is darkness in its wake.”

Her voice was anything but sincere; her words were carefully chosen and spoken with a conviction not lost to her. The drizzling of nostalgia dripped and dropped from each word; absorbed into her own conscious as the memories lingers. Memories of when she was of still the Jedi order or the Sith; when eager minds hungered for the knowledge that came from every lecture.