"Yes you did. If it wasn't for you, we both would've wound up dead." The blade of the lightsaber withdrew back into the hilt, the young Knight clipping the weapon back to his belt before taking a knee to examine their former attackers. It was the same pattern that they found on the bodies outside in terms of the blood on their faces. That didn't necessarily trouble Yerbol as much as the whole "a Republic trooper could shoot lightning out of his hands" bit. 
"You know, I've studied how the different tombs on Korriban caused differing effects on those who explored them." He ran his hand over one of the Trooper's eyes, closing them to avoid the dead stare of madness.
"I've read about madness, fear, people being mentally scarred forever, but force powers? That's a new one." Yerbol resumed standing, walking to Leoria and putting both hands on her shoulders. 
"Ria, they're at peace now. What they were enduring was worse than probably any kind of anguish we could imagine. Now they can rest." A half smile crossed his face in an attempt to comfort her, squeezing her shoulders gently before turning around to face the hallway where the crazed troopers had emerged from. 
"The one that was screaming about 'The Coming of the True'...that sounds familiar-" He wanted to continue his line of reasoning, but was cut off by a flash of bright red light further down the hallway. He motioned for Leoria to follow him, Yerbol slowly proceeding until they reached a large, cavernous room with six pillars arranged in a hexagonal manner. In the center stood a pedestal with a triangular object levitating above it, red light glowing from the edges. As he approached, he could feel something stirring in his chest, a burning, heated anger. An inferno of desire, of passion swept through him, his knees buckling underneath him. He could feel the tendrils of emotion take hold of his entire body, the young Jedi managing to let out:
"Take...the...thing...off that...pedes-" It was then that a sweet, bitter pain gripped his body and mind, a kind of pain that engendered an agonized shout, collapsing to the ground as-

[i]The lightning struck the tombs, dancing across the surface. The Masters stood, clad in the garb of their fathers, cackling in delight as the lightning infused them with the powers of the ancients, they- [/i]

Yerbol's eyes opened, slowly. 
"What...had...where..." He managed to get to his knees.
"Ria?"