One moment, Garth'zel was fighting Emperor Arcann to try to bring an end to him and the suffering he was putting the galaxy through, the next he was... elsewhere. He stumbles forwards a step due to there no longer being any resistance to press back against his lightsaber, regaining his balance a moment later.
He looks around his surroundings in shock, lightsaber still ignited in case of danger. He doesn't understand how he could have gone from the bridge of Arcann's flagship to what appeared to be a grassy area near what seemed to be a small city. The shock rapidly turns into fury, however. How dare who or whatever brought him here, do so at such a critical juncture?
"Dammit, I almost had him!" he snarls, glaring around as thunder rumbles in the distance and storm clouds gather, the grass beneath him wilting and dying unnoticed. Someone needs to pay for this. Just as soon as he finds out what's going on.
Trying things out:
After he's had a week to adjust and get used to things, he still wasn't entirely happy, but he had to acknowledge there was nothing he could do to get back and make sure his friends and the people he had been leading were all right.
Which leaves him in the position of working out how to affect things with his emotions alone. He settles himself where he's mostly out of people's way with some plants he found in varying states that range from mostly dead to perfectly healthy. He wants to start small with something with which it wouldn't matter too much if things went poorly.
He sits on the ground, the hood of his robes down to reveal the horns that mark him as a Zabrak and closes his eyes as he takes slow breaths to center himself. Once he's certain he's cleared himself of extraneous emotions that might interfere with what he's doing, he opens his eyes again.
Time to begin. Starting with focusing on the plant that seems to be on its last legs, so to speak. Now to find out if he can spark it back into health.
Garth'zel or Darth Imperious | SWTOR OC
One moment, Garth'zel was fighting Emperor Arcann to try to bring an end to him and the suffering he was putting the galaxy through, the next he was... elsewhere. He stumbles forwards a step due to there no longer being any resistance to press back against his lightsaber, regaining his balance a moment later.
He looks around his surroundings in shock, lightsaber still ignited in case of danger. He doesn't understand how he could have gone from the bridge of Arcann's flagship to what appeared to be a grassy area near what seemed to be a small city. The shock rapidly turns into fury, however. How dare who or whatever brought him here, do so at such a critical juncture?
"Dammit, I almost had him!" he snarls, glaring around as thunder rumbles in the distance and storm clouds gather, the grass beneath him wilting and dying unnoticed. Someone needs to pay for this. Just as soon as he finds out what's going on.
Trying things out:
After he's had a week to adjust and get used to things, he still wasn't entirely happy, but he had to acknowledge there was nothing he could do to get back and make sure his friends and the people he had been leading were all right.
Which leaves him in the position of working out how to affect things with his emotions alone. He settles himself where he's mostly out of people's way with some plants he found in varying states that range from mostly dead to perfectly healthy. He wants to start small with something with which it wouldn't matter too much if things went poorly.
He sits on the ground, the hood of his robes down to reveal the horns that mark him as a Zabrak and closes his eyes as he takes slow breaths to center himself. Once he's certain he's cleared himself of extraneous emotions that might interfere with what he's doing, he opens his eyes again.
Time to begin. Starting with focusing on the plant that seems to be on its last legs, so to speak. Now to find out if he can spark it back into health.