Baralai Lotus
Oct 26th, 2005, 10:51:24 AM
Baralai was sitting silently in the Sith Library, allowing his body to admire the countless tomes of knowledge within the walls around him. He had several books on the table, one or two had been turned over so there titles could not be seen. They had already been read by him. Baralai couldn't remember how long he'd been in the library here.
Two, maybe three days?
Regardless, he was doing fine. He was learning, he was feeling the force grow stronger within his mind. He was learning about what he wished to learn, Sith Alchemy. The books he had read so far were over its basic principles, the history, the masters who had used it before. But the history of it was truly gorgeous.
It was a talent discovered through the force that gave someone the ability to give life, to create new creatures from something old. It was discovered by Exar Kun, and most notably used in The Sith Wars. Monsters were created as weapons. Able to resist the blades of steel, the blades of a lightsaber, blaster bolts and most astounndingly, the ability to resist the force.
Baralai's mind wandered as he was reading the fifth or sixth book of the evening. What if these principles could be applied to a human? What if someone could apply these abilities to themselves? If that was possible, then it was possible to become invincible, immortal. . .a God. Baralai's eye lit up with a certain smile. There was no better time than the present to try what the books recommended.
Before he could ever test things on men, which would take years upon years of study, he had to see if the force would give him the power he desired to change life. To rearrange the building blocks into what he willed, otherwise, it was a lost effort.
Baralai had experimented with alchemy through it's magick forms, but never once had he tried it through the force. Now, was the time. The book had told the three basic rules of Sith Alchemy.
1. Focus through the force, use it to craft life. It is your tool, not just the force, but life itself. If you can focus this, you can create whatever your mind desires.
2. Alchemy tanks are required for large transformations. They serve as a cocoon of sorts so that the creature may slowly change over time instead of bursting forth. If the DNA changes too rapidly, the creature will die, being unable to handle its new changes. Smaller creatures will have rapid life spans after changing, depending on the amount of change, but they will die faster than in their original form.
3. Alchemic processes can sometimes be lethal. To create life is a very taxing process. It's effects on the user can be deadly. Sometimes leading to euphoric thoughts of invincibility or immortality. Those who have practiced the art find themselves drowning in it. Do not let the force control you. It seeks to find balance in life, and if life is tampered with, it will seek a way to correct itself, drawing back to the user. Above all warnings. . .be wary of what you do.
Baralai smirked at the last line. The pages were speaking to him, but he had to see this art in practice. He had to see what could be done with it. He looked up from the book, the moonlight reflecting off the silver serpent on his eyepatch. From the corner of his eye he saw a lizard crawling up the aged pillars of the library.
How convenient. . . Baralai thought to himself. He reached one hand out, and the lizard scampered up the pillar, running into Baralai's other hand waiting for it at the top. Placed easily and softly between his two palms, Baralai closed his eyes and focused on the breathing being between them.
The warmth in his body grew, and he focused on the life that ran fervently across his hands. His mind brought a picture of the lizard to his thoughts, and slowly, he shaped into something different. Changing it's pigment from green to a deep red color, running yellowish spines up its back, and a stinger at the tip of its tail. No special abilities, just being able to defend itself.
With his mind still focused on these changes, Baralai called to the force, using it. Pushing it through his body and into his palms. The scampering stopped, still as death. The lizard did not run, and Baralai saw the creature in his mind. The image changing, watching the DNA strand rearrange, forcing it onto the creature.
Baralai used the force to change it, until suddenly, the warmth left his body. Baralai felt the warmth of life run from his palms. He let the thought go and released the force from his grasp. He didn't feel the lizard scamper in his palms and watched his hands, wondering what had happened. Had it died? It wasn't moving.
Then, a quick pinch into his finger and Baralai opened his palms. There, dangling from the print of his index finger, was the lizard. Spines running down it's back, and an off-yellowish color was now its skin. The stinger at the end of the tail was more of a spike, and was under the first layer of Baralai's skin. Blood seeped out and around the tail, and the stinger retracted, pulling itself out of the wound.
The lizard fell onto the table and Baralai examined the wound. He was bleeding slightly, and he pressed the finger to his lips and licked the blood clean. He was fine. The lizard looked around the table and scampered from one edge to the next before looking up at Baralai and letting out a soft hiss while pulling its tail back, preparing to strike.
After hissing, the creature fell on its side, and began spasming like it was having a seizure. It's legs shot in different directions and its stinger shot in and out of its tail involuntarily. Then, it stopped moving. It had died.
Baralai pulled a datapad from within his jacket and began scribbling on it. He was feverishly writing notes down, allowing himself to record ever detail he could recall. The changing of the creature, its death, how it reacted. But the thing that stuck out the most in Baralai's head, was the loss of the warmth he felt when he originally took the lizard from the column.
After it had changed, it lost its warmth, as though it were already dead. Could it be possible that when the DNA is altered, the creatures die? The blood may still flow, but that warmth of life, that warmth that came from the force, that flows in all living creatures left it. When Baralai changed it's DNA. did the force leave it? Did he diconnect its connection to the force?
Baralai scribbled down his thoughts into the datapad. These were all questions he would have to answer with time, but he was heading in the right direction. Things were going very well on this night.
Two, maybe three days?
Regardless, he was doing fine. He was learning, he was feeling the force grow stronger within his mind. He was learning about what he wished to learn, Sith Alchemy. The books he had read so far were over its basic principles, the history, the masters who had used it before. But the history of it was truly gorgeous.
It was a talent discovered through the force that gave someone the ability to give life, to create new creatures from something old. It was discovered by Exar Kun, and most notably used in The Sith Wars. Monsters were created as weapons. Able to resist the blades of steel, the blades of a lightsaber, blaster bolts and most astounndingly, the ability to resist the force.
Baralai's mind wandered as he was reading the fifth or sixth book of the evening. What if these principles could be applied to a human? What if someone could apply these abilities to themselves? If that was possible, then it was possible to become invincible, immortal. . .a God. Baralai's eye lit up with a certain smile. There was no better time than the present to try what the books recommended.
Before he could ever test things on men, which would take years upon years of study, he had to see if the force would give him the power he desired to change life. To rearrange the building blocks into what he willed, otherwise, it was a lost effort.
Baralai had experimented with alchemy through it's magick forms, but never once had he tried it through the force. Now, was the time. The book had told the three basic rules of Sith Alchemy.
1. Focus through the force, use it to craft life. It is your tool, not just the force, but life itself. If you can focus this, you can create whatever your mind desires.
2. Alchemy tanks are required for large transformations. They serve as a cocoon of sorts so that the creature may slowly change over time instead of bursting forth. If the DNA changes too rapidly, the creature will die, being unable to handle its new changes. Smaller creatures will have rapid life spans after changing, depending on the amount of change, but they will die faster than in their original form.
3. Alchemic processes can sometimes be lethal. To create life is a very taxing process. It's effects on the user can be deadly. Sometimes leading to euphoric thoughts of invincibility or immortality. Those who have practiced the art find themselves drowning in it. Do not let the force control you. It seeks to find balance in life, and if life is tampered with, it will seek a way to correct itself, drawing back to the user. Above all warnings. . .be wary of what you do.
Baralai smirked at the last line. The pages were speaking to him, but he had to see this art in practice. He had to see what could be done with it. He looked up from the book, the moonlight reflecting off the silver serpent on his eyepatch. From the corner of his eye he saw a lizard crawling up the aged pillars of the library.
How convenient. . . Baralai thought to himself. He reached one hand out, and the lizard scampered up the pillar, running into Baralai's other hand waiting for it at the top. Placed easily and softly between his two palms, Baralai closed his eyes and focused on the breathing being between them.
The warmth in his body grew, and he focused on the life that ran fervently across his hands. His mind brought a picture of the lizard to his thoughts, and slowly, he shaped into something different. Changing it's pigment from green to a deep red color, running yellowish spines up its back, and a stinger at the tip of its tail. No special abilities, just being able to defend itself.
With his mind still focused on these changes, Baralai called to the force, using it. Pushing it through his body and into his palms. The scampering stopped, still as death. The lizard did not run, and Baralai saw the creature in his mind. The image changing, watching the DNA strand rearrange, forcing it onto the creature.
Baralai used the force to change it, until suddenly, the warmth left his body. Baralai felt the warmth of life run from his palms. He let the thought go and released the force from his grasp. He didn't feel the lizard scamper in his palms and watched his hands, wondering what had happened. Had it died? It wasn't moving.
Then, a quick pinch into his finger and Baralai opened his palms. There, dangling from the print of his index finger, was the lizard. Spines running down it's back, and an off-yellowish color was now its skin. The stinger at the end of the tail was more of a spike, and was under the first layer of Baralai's skin. Blood seeped out and around the tail, and the stinger retracted, pulling itself out of the wound.
The lizard fell onto the table and Baralai examined the wound. He was bleeding slightly, and he pressed the finger to his lips and licked the blood clean. He was fine. The lizard looked around the table and scampered from one edge to the next before looking up at Baralai and letting out a soft hiss while pulling its tail back, preparing to strike.
After hissing, the creature fell on its side, and began spasming like it was having a seizure. It's legs shot in different directions and its stinger shot in and out of its tail involuntarily. Then, it stopped moving. It had died.
Baralai pulled a datapad from within his jacket and began scribbling on it. He was feverishly writing notes down, allowing himself to record ever detail he could recall. The changing of the creature, its death, how it reacted. But the thing that stuck out the most in Baralai's head, was the loss of the warmth he felt when he originally took the lizard from the column.
After it had changed, it lost its warmth, as though it were already dead. Could it be possible that when the DNA is altered, the creatures die? The blood may still flow, but that warmth of life, that warmth that came from the force, that flows in all living creatures left it. When Baralai changed it's DNA. did the force leave it? Did he diconnect its connection to the force?
Baralai scribbled down his thoughts into the datapad. These were all questions he would have to answer with time, but he was heading in the right direction. Things were going very well on this night.