((OOC: Sorry about that.  Somehow, I missed the link for the thread, itself.))<br/><br/><strong>Ren'ava Ciajin</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Sith Academy: Library<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Anyone<br/><br/>Ren'ava had busied herself for the last two days studying an ancient text, translating each word, each phrase carefully in preparation for a ritual.  "Yes..." she murmured.  "This is precisely what I was looking for.  Now..."  She turned, reaching for a dagger of black, volcanic glass and began to paint symbols on it with an acid that would leave them etched on the cool, obsidian stone.  A ritual blade for a dark rite in the making.  "Just a little more..."<br/><br/>She lifted the stylus slowly.  All she needed to do was work the rite, electrify it and bury it in some unsuspecting fool.  By modifying what was known of the Force Walk, she believed she could enslave a spirit within an object, giving it power.   So much research, so many ancient texts, but she believed she was getting very close to achieving her goal.<br/><br/>Standing, she moved back away from the altar that she'd had removed from one of the tombs which had essentially acted as her workbench.  Placing the acid and etching tools aside, she lowered her head, pressing her hands together as she closed her eyes and began to gather the necessary energies to her as she murmured in an old dialect of the Sith language.