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Topic: SW Patterns of Deception Q & A
Subject: hehe
.. that would be a gross misuse of your Moderator powers..
besides.. ya know I just teasing you! 
Posted on 2008-06-18 at 23:52:13.
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Topic: Star Wars: Patterns of Deception
Subject: There is no death; there is the Force.
Si-Di tried not to look at the bits of charred flesh that scattered the wreckage, but closed her eyes for a few moments and remembered what Master Allum taught her.
"Steady your mind, padawan," he said.
She slowed her breathing, taking it in deeply in through her nostrils and deep into her body. Feeling the force flowing through her she tried to sense anything here that might attract her to it. She opened her eyes and looked down and found the Adegan Crystal from Master Allum’s Lightsaber. She smiled and crouched down and picked it up. It might not be much but it was enough. She would return this to the Jedi Temple and report on how the Master had died.. saving not only her life but several others.
Above all, be at peace," he concluded. "You must let what must happen, happen. For it is the will of the force. If I die to save the life of but one other being, no matter his or her lot in life, my life will have been well spent."
Si-Di smiled at the memory of him saying those very words. She nodded and felt more at peace now. She was learning to handle his death in a manner that she thought of which her Master would approve. She tucked the crystal away within and inner pocket of her robe, close to her heart. She felt better now, the bits of flesh on the ground no longer filled her with remorse. What happened, happened, and it did so for a reason. It was the will of the force.
Turning to Kavtan she walked over to him to learn if he had found anything about the explosion. Any evidence. She would not ask about her Master, that was past, she had to live in the present, in the moment, control her feelings and concentrate on the true matter at hand. Find out what was going on here on Dathu and try to .. no.. not try.. .do.. she would find out who was behind all this and put a stop to it.
“Kavtan,” Si-Di said walking up to him, “Have you found any evidence about what type of explosive was used? Was it planted? A rocket? Anything at all might help.”
Posted on 2008-06-18 at 23:48:21.
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Topic: SW Patterns of Deception Q & A
Subject: grugg
time is relative... maybe it isnt we move to fast.. but that you move too slow? Hmmm.. fascinating! 
Posted on 2008-06-18 at 23:19:27.
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Topic: Star Wars Trivia...Useless and Otherwise
Subject: questions.. some answers...
What was the number of the detenion cell in which Princess leia was being held aboard the original Death Star?
Duncan74.. I am sorry but I believe you are wrong… 1138 was not the detention cell where the Princess was being held.. the cell was 2187 as Han told Luke to go get her.
1138 was the cell block number Luke told the guard where they were transferring the captive ‘thing’ or Chewie from.
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What kind of performance was Palpatine watching when he summoned Anakin to meet with him at the theater?
Hmm.. I know it was an opera.. and I think those were Mon Cals in the water dancing about… but I have never heard what it was called.
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A VERY obscure tidbit.. I have never met anyone yet who can quote this one as well as I can.. I don’t know why I remember this but I do..
What was the maintenance hatch number of the trash compacter the group was trapped in while aboard the Death Star? Star Wars Episode 4 of course.
Posted on 2008-06-18 at 23:15:09.
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Topic: Garayon - Reign of Darkness
Subject: Observations....
Around Siliwen as the others begin to react to her cry she feels another ‘stab’ of evil, so intense it makes her recoil again, nearly falling as she tries to get away from it. The evil is so potent that is almost makes her sick; it is as if she can feel it inside her gut and she can almost taste the bile in her throat at the sheer vileness of the touch.
It is an attack but she is not sure how it is being done. She looks around to see if there is something in the area. Casting detect magic.
Siliwen’s quick spell reveals a glowing spot on the ground right where she was last standing when the ‘touch of evil’ struck her. She sees nothing else around the group, and the spot on the ground is fading even as she watches.
Alea looks about at that declaration, she does not have the spell to detect evil, but she takes up her holy symbol and moves about the camp starting where Siliwen indicated she first felt the attack.
Alea walks around seeing nothing but when she approaches the spot where Siliwen said she was attacked, she kneels down near the spot. She sees the same faint glow coming from the spot, yet to her, grasping her holy symbol, she sees it as a taint of blackness. Not knowing why, she reaches out and touches the spot and she can just feel a fading sense of ‘wrong’ a sense of sickening ‘malice’ that makes her want to gag. It slowly fades away to nothing. She can only imagine what it felt like to Siliwen when it was full strength. To her the spot almost felt like something was reaching through the ground to find something, probably Siliwen, for what purpose she could only guess.
When Billy hoists Sil up on his shoulders she feels no further ‘touches’ of the wrong she felt while on the ground. Billy feels nothing in the area and no stabbing pains of evil either. Only the slim light form of Sil resting on his broad shoulders.
(I should have mentioned that you are free at this point to post at will to each other. I will interject with anything you might find, or see, or feel at any point. )
Posted on 2008-06-18 at 00:26:24.
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Topic: The Guiding Light
Subject: Preparations... and Prayer
“Our original plan stands,” En’Aranthea spoke to the group at large, drawing again the campground in the dirt before them. “I am thinking that Tal’Anor and Valendra should work as a pair, and Varuna and I will be paired, so that each pair has spells, healing gifts and fighting skills. We strike from opposite sides of the camp and lead with disabling spells to remove as many combatants as possible, particularly any crossbow bearers, then Tal’Anor and I cover Valendara and Varuna while they withdraw from combat. Tal’Anor and I then press our attacks, making our way deeper into camp to subdue the leader.”
“Any thoughts?”
“I must echo what Valendara has said,” Varuna said with a little smile, “Battle tactics are not my forte either. However might I suggest that you not worry about Tal and you covering Val and I while we ‘withdraw’. I can protect the caster, while you two press the attack, and while I am not a warrior I am not without my uses in a stand up fight. Surprise is what we will need and we must not delay once we begin. We must press on till victory, or defeat!”
"Now if you will excuse me a moment," The priest says as he turns to walk away fromt he group, "I must pray to my goddess of strength and a successful mission"
Posted on 2008-06-18 at 00:03:37.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: So....
"What is the plan, Croaker?" 
Guess we are all kind of waiting on orders here.
Posted on 2008-06-17 at 23:55:24.
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Topic: Star Wars: Patterns of Deception
Subject: There is no ignorance.. there is knowledge.
"Sssorry, Jedi," she says, though her voice is not at all apologetic. "The prisssoner is mine."
She pats Si-Di on the shoulder, then rises. With haste, she and the other two guards make their way out of the cantina, though Si-Di can't tell where they're heading since...well, she can't turn her head.
Seeing Si-Di stricken against the wall, Ninkanna runs over, and tries to help her recover quicker.
When Si-Di can move again, Ninkanna breathes a sigh of relief and asks a slew of questions, "Are you OK? What happened here? Did those people shoot you? Did that Arcona prove useful or anything? Where's the others?"
Ninkanna takes in a deep breath, "Sorry, I get a bit carried away sometimes... but really... what happened?"
Si-Di comes out of it after a few moments, shaking her head as she very slowly gets to her feet. Laying a hand on Ninkanna’s shoulder, she steadies herself a minute and answers the other Jedi’s question.
“Well.. the man called Rok stunned me in the back so he could make his escape from the Guild security people. Then they took the prisoner while I was stunned.”
Her vision no longer reeling, she stood on her own and nodded to Ninkanna, “Thank you, I will be fine now. Do not worry, I allowed Rok to shoot me for two reasons, one to allow him to escape for whatever reasons he felt that he must.
Si-Di smiled slightly, “and two, I figured that the Security head would take advantage of the situation while I was out. I knew I wasn’t going to win the argument with the Trandoshan, so I used this opportunity to create what we like to refer to as an ‘Incident’. Besides I don’t think I was going to get much information from that Arcona without torture and that is something I can not do.”
Looking about the place, she nodded to the outside landing area, “I would like to check with Kavtan about his investigation. I will bring up the ‘Incident’ later when we dine with the Administrator Namor.” She headed out to the landing area, seeking Kavtan so she could ask him about what he had found, and if there were any remains of Master Allum, though she highly doubted it since he had been standing at the heart of the explosion. However, she wanted to search for his light saber, or make sure it was destroyed in the blast; it wouldn’t do for it to be found by someone unskilled at it use.
Posted on 2008-06-17 at 23:50:54.
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Topic: Garayon - Legacy of Darkness
Subject: Amariss Fayne...
Three seconds to make the decision of my life.
Do I take a left, or do I hang a right?
The watch aren't too far behind.
I act as though they are blind.
They'll never know where I am.
I know they will, then suddenly 'bam'!
It's weird, because I never lived a full life.
I'm only a man of twenty-five.
Right or left? What do you think?
Yeah, maybe I had one too many a drink.
So tell me, what would you have done?
Are you like me? Would you have run?
I think you would, because we are all the same.
I am the only one I can blame.
So, left or right? Which way?
Remember this is for it all.
I didn't go either way. I hit the wall.
Took my life, that tragic day.
But now I haunt you only to say,
Don't run from your fears...
For they will haunt you for many years.
~ Anonymous
World of Garayon
24th YE (Year of the Empire)
Month of Apina
Kalitar City
Imperial Academy of Magik and Apothecary Arts
Amariss Fayne sat in her small cell in the Academy wing for acolytes and tried to restrain herself from breaking down and crying. But she vowed that she would not let this make her cry.. She was too strong for that. To calm her nerves she reached over to the nightstand and pulled out her diary and with quill in hand began to write about what had transpired only an hour earlier:
Today started out good, just like any other day since I started the academy. Woke up early, ate breakfast.. I’m still not use to eating so much. The food here is plentiful and I think I have gained a few pounds since starting a few weeks ago.. I better watch it or I might get fat. Anyway, after breakfast I went to my classes, my writing is improving though my teachers still say her penmanship is too messy but I can make it out just fine, besides I don’t want anyone reading my diary or my spell book.. aren’t they suppose to be private.
My cantrips teacher says I pick up things very quickly.. But even though I perform the tricks right they are never happy with my work.. they think I could do them better.. well I think they are too picky.. they want everyone to do it their way when my way works just fine.
So anyway, after my 4th class and right before lunch I was called into the New Student’s Advisor’s office and I knew that was trouble:
“My dear,” the Head Advisor said in a soft pitying tone, “you have been here a month now and it is time for your first review. As you know these reviews are important to discern which students have potential and which ones do not. We don’t want to waste people’s time now do we?” He finished with a question she knew he wasn’t looking for an answer though.
“Looking over the reports of all your teachers,” he continued looking at some papers before him on his desk, “I am afraid I have to decide that it would be a waste of time and money for you to continue here where it seems you are just not going to work out.”
Amariss started to protest, didn’t he realize this was her dream? She had lived on the streets for as long as she could remember, struggled to survive, with the help of Gavin the Cobbler who took her in and saw she had food and shelter, and she hadn’t liked what she was becoming; just another street thief who picked the pockets travelers to live. She wanted to be something better, a mage with power, and yeah she wanted to be famous but most mages were because people feared and respected them; that was what she wanted and here was her chance.
The Advisor saw her protest coming and raised a hand to forestall it, “I am sorry, believe me. Your work thus far has been subpar, you argue with your teachers, you fight with classmates, you skip classes, you just don’t seem to take your time here seriously so I am afraid that I have no choice but to reject your application at this time.”
She sat in stunned silence, she was being kicked out and it didn’t seem like there was anything she could do about it. She slumped back in her chair and looked blankly back at him.
“Your admission fee will be refunded to you,” he said still sounding regretful at the choice he had to make, “minus the costs for the last month of training. You will have until tomorrow evening to move your things out of the academy. I am very sorry.”
With those final words, he had settled it all irrevocably; so shocked was she that she only nodded and rising from her seat, Amariss returned to her room.
I still have trouble understanding these people, who do they think they are? Rejecting me? Well one day they will regret it and they will be amazed that one they had rejected would be one of the world’s greatest Sorcerers. They would see!
Amariss sighed and put aside her diary and got up off of her small cot. She took her small bag out from under the cot and began to pack. She wasn’t going to wait here till tomorrow, she didn’t want to stay here another minute. She was so out of here.
As she finished her packing there was a soft knock at the door, she was in a foul mood and stomped to the door and jerked it open, “WHAT?”
She paused and almost staggered back at the tall figure standing just outside the doorway; he was a tall thin man with soft elvin features though he was not a full elf. He was wearing a Master’s robe of soft blue and he had a kind smile upon his face.
“May I come in?” He asked softly, no hint of pity in his voice, which seemed to calm the temper of Amariss.
“Master Tobin,” Amariss replied, sounding almost like a question, “ah.. of course… come in.” She stepped back and let the man into her small room. She always like her teacher of Arcane History, he was a half-elf like herself and he was the most patient teacher she had here at the academy. He never seemed to have a harsh word to say to any of the students, and while most thought he was weak because of his easy going ways none had any real complaints about him.
“I just heard about your… leaving,” He said as he stepped into the room and looked around at her cell, he saw her packed bag still sitting on her cot, “I ’m sorry I couldn’t do more to help you here. I talked to the Advisor but the other teachers were .. well they said you caused them too many problems.”
She felt the anger building back up inside her and almost vented it right there to him, but she managed to pull it back knowing that this was the one person here that was on her side, willing to give her a chance and she realized the had done all he could.
“Thank you Master Tobin,” she said once she calmed her voice again, “I really enjoyed your class and only wish I could continue my teachings but I guess it is not to be.” She turned and walked over to her cot, wrapping her spell book, the one Gavin had bought as a surprise for her starting the academy, carefully in a leather hide before putting it in her bag.
“I know it is hard,” the mage said softly, “and it is especially hard here at the Academy .. for people like us.” She heard something in the end and turned to look at him with a quizzical look on her face.
Master Tobin walked over and sat on the cot, his face now level with hers and sighed softly, “You see, a lot of … our kind.. get rejected soon in the first couple of months, especially if they have other problems.”
Still seeing the questioning look on her face he smiled slightly and elaborated, “What I mean is.. for us.. half-elves.” He left her to think on that for a moment. He was saying that the administration here was biased against half-elves and maybe all half-breeds like her.. like him.
“So if what you are saying is true,” she said slowly, “I never had a chance.. and never will”
Tobin shrugged, “Maybe not here at the academy, but there are other alternatives.” Reaching into his robe he brought out a scroll case and looked at it a moment before offering it to her.
“You might find a teacher elsewhere that will understand your troubles and accept you as their student,” he said with a soft smile, “I know a former student of mine.. who took the same class you did with me.. and she was a … troubled student and of questionable origins.. yet she overcame those problems and prejudices and is now one of the most renown mages of our time. With this letter of introduction from me, she just might accept you as a student.. if you are willing to try?”
She took the scroll case from her, seeing it was sealed and it had a name written on the outside, no doubt the name of the mage he was referring to: “Leighanna Veleigha”
“Why are you helping me?“ Amariss asked looking up at him questioningly.
“”I think you have potential,” He said rising from the cot, “and I think you might benefit from learning the arts from a person of similar origins and one who was also a trouble youth.” He smiled slightly at the end as if reminiscing about some past event.
“Well?” he asked raising a brow, “Do you want to give it a try?”
Amariss thought for a moment, then jumped up off her cot, swung her bag over her shoulder and nodded, “Yes, I would. Where can I find this ‘teacher’?”
“She lives far from here,” he said turning towards the door and walking out, “You will have to travel but I can get you there in a very short time.”
She ran out of the room to follow him, all her possessions swinging from her back, “If I am going I would like to say some goodbyes to … someone first.” She couldn’t leave the city and travel far without at least seeing Gavin one last time. She didn’t know when she would be back and it wouldn’t be right if she didn’t talk to him before leaving.
“Very well,” Tobin said as they turned towards the front of the Academy, “So say your goodbyes and when you are ready, return here and ask for me.. I will be waiting.” He saw her to the front steps and left her there, returning to his work.
Amariss ran down the steps of the academy and through the streets of Kalitar to the Cobblers shop of Gavin, the man who had saved her from the streets and cared for her till she went away to the academy just a month ago.
She found him hard at work, as usual, on someone noble man’s fine leather boots. He looked up as she entered and smiled slightly, then noticed the bag on her shoulder and frowned.
“What’s wrong?” he asked concerned.
She sat down and slowly explained to him that things at the Academy were not working out. She told him most of it, how she was being rejected but how one of her teachers was helping her out by directing her to a private teacher that might take her as a student. He sat quietly and listened and when she finished he sighed slightly and then nodded slowly.
“I knew this day would come,” he said, “I thought it might be still a year or two away.. but never the less it is here now.” He rose from his seat and walked around to her, she stood to meet him and she was surprised when he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly.
“You were always like a daughter to me,” he said, his voice breaking a little, “but if you must travel far away to achieve what you wish for in life, then that is what you must do.”
Breaking from the hug he looked down at her, his eyes moist and filled with emotion as he held her gently by the shoulders.
“Do what you must,” he advised her, “watch out for yourself, because in the end, you are the only one you can fully trust.”
She felt herself almost overcome with emotion, she never knew how deeply the man cared for her. She found her voice was lost to her and all she could do was nod to him.
“Very well,” he said releasing her and turning back to his work, “You best go, before you change your mind again.” He bent over his work, and didn’t look at her again.
Amariss nodded and turned slowly to leave; she opened the door and stopped to look back at him. “Take care, Gavin… Father,” she said softly, almost a whisper as her voice was so choked with emotion and then went out the door.
After the door closed behind her, Gavin the Cobbler looked up at the door and closed his eyes as tears ran down his cheeks.
She went straight back to the Academy, having no one else here she needed to say anything to at the time. She told the guards at the main entrance that she was here to see Master Tobin and soon she was escorted to his office. He rose as she entered and smiled.
“You are ready I take it.” he said, a statement more than a question. He handed her a small sack that clinked as she took it. “The remainder of your academy fees. It will help you if you need anything. Come with me.”
Master Tobin hurried from his office, she ran to catch up with him not sure why he was in such a hurray. He lead her deep into the Academy to the upper levels where new students were never allowed; this was apparent by the stares she got as she followed in Tobin’s wake.
They came to a large room which was in the center of the fourth level; this room was strange in appearance. It was circular with a polished granite floor with many magical marking etched into the stone. Master Tobin talked briefly with a mage standing to the side, the man looked over at Amariss and then nodded to Tobin and left the room, leaving just the two of them there. Tobin returned to her and sighed.
“We have a few minutes at best so we must hurry,” he said excitedly which made her wonder.
“Why?” she had to ask, “Is this going to get you into trouble?”
The mage smiled and shrugged his shoulders, “Perhaps, but don’t you worry I will deal with it. You see low lever students are not allowed to use the pattern room, so what I am doing is against the Academy rules. So no more questions, we must hurry before someone comes and stops us.”
He walked her over to the patterns on the floor and pointed them out to her.
“You see, this is a magical transportation device,” he explained, “by stepping on the magical markings in a certain order you can be instantly transported to a similar room elsewhere on the world. You just have to know the right markings and the right words to say. I will instruct you!”
He then began to show her which ones she needed to step on and the proper phrase to say at each one. He repeated the words carefully until she was sure she understood them and then nodded.
“When you get there you will be inside the household of the one you seek,” he said wearily, “remember this and behave accordingly. This may be the only chance you get. Remember first impression are everything. Good luck!”
He pointed out the first symbol and she began by stepping on it and speaking the first phrase. The symbol lit up and she moved to the second, the third, and so on, each time saying the proper phrase, until she had reached the eighth symbol and as she said the final phrase she saw Tobin standing to the side raise a hand to her in farewell, then suddenly he was gone. But Amariss realized that Tobin hadn’t disappeared but that she had been instantaneously been transported to another place. This room was smaller than the one in the academy, the decorations on the wall were different but the polished floor here appeared to be marble with the same markings from the other room.
She had arrived, but where….
World of Garayon
24th YE (Year of the Empire)
Month of Apina
Saluma
Valeigha Estate
“YOU'RE BACK!” a tiny familiar voice sounded in her head as a small colorful fairy dragon clung to the front of her robes.
“You are never going to leave me alone again,” cried Pythagoras, or Pyth as most called it, as the fairy dragon pulled itself up to look directly into her face, “do you hear me missy?” The tiny ‘voice’ was filled with simulated anger, but Leigh could tell that her tiny companion and close friend was very relieved to see her alive and well.
(Room here for interaction)
After a few moments, their reunion was interrupted by a soft knock on the still open doorway; looking up Leigh saw one of the chamber maids, Harmony, standing there with a silver tray upon which rested a teacup and a small ceramic pot.
“Pardon the intrusion, Mistress,” Harmony said softly, barely audible; Leigh remembered that the young girl, barely 18, was always soft spoken, shy and for some reason fearful of her Mistress.
Once the girl received permission to come in, she would walk over to a small round table sitting against the wall near the door and set down the tray and poured a cup of tea for Leighanna. Leaving the cup there, she turned to face her mistress and bowed.
“If the Mistress requires anything else please call me,” she said then turned and left the room. On the tray Leighanna found a small pitcher of cream, a small jar of honey and a round smooth wooden stir stick.
“So?” Pyth asked knowingly, “How did it go?” The tiny fairy dragon moved up to sit on Leigh’s left shoulder, its tiny clawed feet clinging tightly to her robe, resting in its customary place.
(Room here for response)
As Leighanna told Pyth what she was willing to speak of regarding her ‘mission’ she was interrupted by a soft chime. She paused and listened to the tone, it was from the pattern room and the pitch of the tone told her that someone had arrived from the Academy in Kalitar. The first name that sprung to mind was YeOlde, he had come for answers.
Posted on 2008-06-16 at 00:21:23.
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Topic: Dragonfly in the Black
Subject: well..
..that is disappointing! 
Posted on 2008-06-15 at 02:48:40.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Welcome aboard!
Duncan74... mighty fine posts there Duncan.. glad to have you with us... I have to say your prelaunch routine reminded me of the Old Apollo missions... Makes me wonder if the Cerebeus is powered by Warp engines or Saturn V rockets? 
Still.. a damn fine post! Welcome aboard!
Posted on 2008-06-13 at 13:28:34.
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Topic: Addy's Horror Stories on Friday the 13th
Subject: .
Happy Birthday Admiral!
May you see many more to come!
Posted on 2008-06-13 at 13:17:49.
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Topic: Star Wars: Patterns of Deception
Subject: Shot in the back... what a way to go...
Susska chuckles. "You drive a hard bargain Jedi..." she says. "But I don't think you understand me. It doesn't matter who the Republic trustsss or whether or not you think I'm qualified to interrogate the prisoner. I'm under ordersss to handle sssecurity here; it's not up to me whether or not I release this man into your custody. If I did so, I could be disssciplined by my Guild. So I'm afraid I cannot give the prisoner to you."
"Now," she continues, "As I said, you will have full accessss to the prisoner, after we book him in. I cannot do any better than that. As to whether or not you continue your negotiationsss...well, personally, I agree with you. The negotiations should go on, and I tire of bloodshed. But my hands are tied. You must understand this. Please do not fight usss."
Si-DI was not pleased at the Security Chief’s insistence that they would take custody of her prisoner and she was about to protest further and she even stepped in front of the two security guards who Susska had gestured towards the Arcona. She stood right in front of the guards, blocking their path and rested her hands on her utility belt near her light sabers but not touching them. She looked at them sternly not taking her gaze away and was opening her mouth to speak when…..
’Rok’ stepped slowly behind Si-Di, enough so one his right hand would be obscured behind the the jedi's robes. The jedi had no reason to distrust him right now, he didn't even know his real name, so hopefully he'd not do anything stupid. If he was going to make a run for it he'd need a distraction. Hopefully the jedi wouldn't mind providing some of that.
His hand drifted to the blaster at his side, and he leaned slightly closer to Si-Di.
"I'll catch up with you later. I just need to make myself scarce right now." he whispered.
Si-Di paused and turned her head slightly to the right, not enough to look back at ‘Rok’ but just enough to turn an ear to him; her gaze still directed on the two guards right in front of her. She wondered what the man was going to do and why she felt like trusting him when she hardly knew him. Yet their seemed to be something about this man, he had helped them when the Arcona had attacked and as she heard the faint sound of his blaster leaving his holster, she remembered that he had used stun before. She hoped she was not making a fatal mistake in trusting this man further.
“THERE'S THE OTHER ONE!" ‘Rok’ yelled and Si-Di leaned slightly towards the two guards there and braced herself for the blast she knew was coming. Her intention was that she would throw up her arms and leap slightly forward just as the stun bolt hit her; her aim was to cause her long body to crash into the two guards right in front of her and to take them down with her. Even if the stun bolt didn’t render her completely unconscious she would let the weight of her nearly 2 meter frame drag the two guards down to the floor.
Even as she did this, she hoped she had made the right decision in trusting this person and that her actions would help him in what ever he had planned; no doubt an escape attempt. Again she wondered why was she helping him? Maybe because he had not hesitated to help them earlier.
Posted on 2008-06-13 at 13:07:40.
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Topic: Garayon - Reign of Darkness
Subject: Aftermath..
Location: Wooded Area - Destination: The Grey Mountains
Date/Time: Day Six - Mid morning
Billy dropped his sword and fell to a knee. He glared at Siliwen, "Never do that again. If I fall in combat so be it but my honor is my life and I had promised him a warriors death; he had called off his archers when they easily could have slain me. You stole an honorable death from him and he will never sit at table with his ancestors."
The first thing Thor does is raise his fingers to his lips and he gives out a sharp shrill whistle this should bring his horse Lighting back to him as long as the horse has not wandered off to far.
As he waits for his horse to return he he places himself in a position to be able to keep a watch on the area where the other men had rode off to and as he does he speaks to the others. I don't know if those others are coming back or not but I think we need to get our selves together and hightail because if they aren't coming back they now know our whereabouts and may be on their way to bring back reinforcements and I think we should be long gone by then.
Billy nodded at Thor's words. "We should probably leave. I am not sure that I could take another fight like that for awhile. That fellow knew how to fight and I am still hurting pretty good." Billy looked around for his horse.
The screams of injured horses shattered Siliwen’s thoughts and brought her back to the moment.
"Will someone please put those horses out of their misery." She looked around the scene at the fallen Perhaps they night have something on them that is useful,a map or something. I will help to gather the horses." Siliwen rode off she was not up to putting the horses out of their misery nor looting the bodies. She then sighs and turns her mount towards helping to gather the other horses. Even some of those of their opponents.
Alea wished she had enough spells to heal the enemies horses, but Billy would need more healing and other might be in need also.
"Billy, you could use more healing."
Riddle calmly walked up beside his big friend. "I truly believe that he deserved a warriors death of honor, but what is done is done my big friend and we can not have any hostility amongst us. We are but a small group fighting a larger force we need to work as one. Perhaps he sits in the halls of his god despite."
With this said riddle found his horse and quickly mounted it turning it to face the group he says "We need to get moving, and now they will be back soon enough and we need to put space between us and them"
So as Thor kept watch Billy was healed and had his words with Siliwen, Thor could kind of understand both sides but felt it best not to get involved. When Siliwen said she was going to gather up horses Thor turns to Riddle Hey Riddle why don't we just take a very quick moment and check the fallen for any thing that may help us on our way.
Thor is not against the checking of the dead foes if they might give up something of value to the party, so he will quickly do as he asked Riddle to do and check over the two closest dead foes.Once done he will mount up (if his horse has returned by now)and once again call out All right let us resume our march following the route of the ring.
Riddle’s call brought his horse galloping back as it was trained to do, Rayne rode out an in a few minutes had the party’s horses back and two others she was able to round up. The others were either dying or ran off. Quickly the screaming horses are put out of their misery and the day is quiet once again.
Alea finds Billy still in dire need and it takes her two remaining healing spells to get him back to almost normal (minor) but he still feels drained from the experience as do others that were injured.
The Priest tends to the wounds of the others with her bandages and even though it doesn’t help repair much of the damage it does stop any further bleeding.
Searching the bodies, they find their odd collection of weapons, most battered and ill kept and of little value, and only a handful of silver and gold coins; most of those upon the leader (12 gp, 23 sp). No food and little water was apparently carried by the attackers, leading them to believe that they didn’t have to travel far to find the party.
Once mounted, the group moves out again headed towards the direction of the Grey mountains, following the path directed by Siliwen’s ring. Their dark companion, Siliwen’s protector, runs along next to them keeping pace with ease.
They ride the rest of the day and in late afternoon they find a suitable group of trees within a small depression that seems to provide enough cover so they wont be seen easily. As they are all tired and still hurting from their injuries, they decide to make an early camp of it. A camp is prepared, a cold camp as a fire would be ill advised, and set watches for the coming night.
Sitting around the camp, repairing weapons, tending to bandages that have loosened from the ride, and conversing about the journey ahead, they relax and recover from the day’s battle.
(Room for interaction here)
Shortly after sundown, most are ready to retire for the night, the first on watch already on their station keeping watch over the horses and for movement in the copse of trees. Siliwen is sitting quietly by her bedroll, studying from her spell book when suddenly she feels a sharp pain stab up through her from the ground. The sudden pain causes her to leap up, crying out as she nearly falls on her face in her effort to get away from whatever had harmed her.
Looking, there seems to be nothing there where she sat, and she feels no more pain after moving and there was no sign of injury. Thinking on it, she realizes it wasn’t so much a pain, as a violent sense of wrong, a feeling of intense evil that stabbed up from the ground and into her.
As they stand there seeking the meaning of her crying out, and before she can fully explain, she feels another ‘stab’ of evil through the soles of her feet, so intense it makes her recoil again, nearly falling as she tries to get away from it. The evil is so potent that is almost makes her sick; it is as if she can feel it inside her gut and she can almost taste the bile in her throat at the sheer vileness of the touch.
(Edit: To get rid of that pesky camp fire that sprang up from nowhere.. bad fire.. I said cold camp.. geez )
Posted on 2008-06-13 at 00:36:23.
Edited on 2008-06-13 at 18:46:29 by YeOlde
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Topic: Garayon - Legacy of Darkness
Subject: Returning home...
World of Garayon
24th YE (Year of the Empire)
Month of Apina
Saluma
Valeigha Estate
I have been troubled quite a lot lately haven't I been Marten?..." She'd give him a grateful smile, moving across the floor to him she'd lie a hand lightly on his shoulder, "thank you for taking such good care of me... Everything will fall into place, that is the way of things...yes?..."
Marten smiled at his employer and nodded slightly, seeming a bit uncomfortable with her touch.
“If you say so, Mistress!” he replied gently. Perhaps it was the familiarity that she showed now that he had not seen previously with any of the household staff.
I think all I need is a cup of cook's soothing tea and a good night's rest."
"Could you bring some up for me, to my room... or, if you are too busy, anyone else that is up ....thank you Marten."
The head butler smiled and bowed slightly to her request as she turned to head towards her room.
“I will have Sarah prepare some of her finest herbal blend for you,” he said to her back, “and have one of the girls bring it to you as soon as possible, Mistress.”
He watched her go, worry still etched deeply in the lines of his aging face, he sighed slightly and then turned and headed downstairs to the kitchen to see Sarah the Head Cook.
Leighanna walked down the hallway a short distance to her room which sat at the end of the hall. Pressing gently upon the large pair of intricately carved solid mahogany doors, they opened almost effortlessly to her touch.
Standing in the doorway for a moment, she took in the wondrous decor of her master suite: Fine woven blue carpets from Naipon graced the floor of a large, lavishly decorated, bedchamber; against one wall sat a large four post canopy bed made of two toned burnished mahogany; the bed was covered with elegant quilted bedding in alternating shades of blue & cream with white silk sheets beneath; draped from the canopy top was a sheer netting with hints of blue and cream and a touch of gold; next to the bed sat a small marble-topped table upon which rested a large ceramic vase with a dozen fresh long stemmed white roses.
Off to the left sat a raised alcove containing a large high-backed copper tub; next to the tub rested a brass table with a round glass top upon which sat small bottles of perfumes and tins of scented powders; next to a large closet sat a tall full-length mahogany framed mirror of the finest workmanship; on the opposite wall from the bathing area there hung a large painting of several unicorns running and playing upon a lush green field; and finally all the large windows were draped with sheer white lace curtains which seem to brighten the ambience of the room.
Leighanna only had a few moments to take in the feeling of being at home once more before she heard a faint buzzing that grew rapidly closer; turning to face the still open doorway from whence the sound seemed to come she saw a multi-colored blur come flying into the room. The ‘blur’ smacked into her chest causing her almost to fall backwards, yet the small size and weight of the thing caused no real harm but only startled her with it’s rapid ‘assault’.
“YOU'RE BACK!” a tiny familiar voice sounded in her head as a small colorful fairy dragon clung to the front of her robes.
“You are never going to leave me alone again,” cried Pythagoras, or Pyth as most called it, as the fairy dragon pulled itself up to look directly into her face, “do you hear me missy?” The tiny ‘voice’ was filled with simulated anger, but Leigh could tell that her tiny companion and close friend was very relieved to see her alive and well.
(Room here for interaction)
After a few moments, their reunion was interrupted by a soft knock on the still open doorway; looking up Leigh saw one of the chamber maids, Harmony, standing there with a silver tray upon which rested a teacup and a small ceramic pot.
“Pardon the intrusion, Mistress,” Harmony said softly, barely audible; Leigh remembered that the young girl, barely 18, was always soft spoken, shy and for some reason fearful of her Mistress.
Once the girl received permission to come in, she would walk over to a small round table sitting against the wall near the door and set down the tray and poured a cup of tea for Leighanna. Leaving the cup there, she turned to face her mistress and bowed.
“If the Mistress requires anything else please call me,” she said then turned and left the room. On the tray Leighanna found a small pitcher of cream, a small jar of honey and a round smooth wooden stir stick.
“So?” Pyth asked knowingly, “How did it go?” The tiny fairy dragon moved up to sit on Leigh’s left shoulder, its tiny clawed feet clinging tightly to her robe, resting in its customary place.
Posted on 2008-06-12 at 23:39:35.
Edited on 2008-06-12 at 23:43:08 by YeOlde
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Topic: The Guiding Light
Subject: “I'll walk to the palace of the braves ..through a path of flame and fire."
"What did they have to say?" Val asked, eager to hear their reply. She slung her backpack up on her back and settled the straps on her shoulders.
“They would only help us if we let them slaughter the Pirates,” Varuna sighs and sits down on the ground to give his feet a rest from the trek, “we told them we could not accept their terms.”
He removes his flopping hat and wipes sweat from his brow and shrugs without looking up at anyone in particular.
“We will have to do this alone,” the Priest says with another sigh.
Tal'Anor tries to conceal his disappointment at the failure to acquire any reinforcements. "Never mind," he speaks bravely. "The righteousness of our cause will bring our mission to success. Their numbers will only make our victory the more glorious."
“You speak truthfully Paladin,” Varuna nods.
Straightening, Oriana's paladin fixes En'Aranthea with his gaze. "Very well, then, cousin... what is our plan of attack?"
The Priest raised his gaze from the ground and looked up at their appointed leader and wondered the same thing themselves. He knew they had to do something, even with their paltry numbers. They had surprise on their side, but not much else.
Posted on 2008-06-10 at 23:55:58.
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Topic: SW Patterns of Deception Q & A
Subject: Offerings to Grugg....
Brings out a box Donuts and offers them up to Grugg
Come on out! If you post soon you get fed! I am still anxious to see your ‘shoot the Jedi” trick… I can post soon after you do… so come on and show us your trick.
Posted on 2008-06-10 at 23:44:55.
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Topic: Today is a good day...
Subject: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
..ah I remmber 21.. enjoy it while you can... and hopefully you wont drink so much that you forget your birthday entirely.
Posted on 2008-06-07 at 14:09:55.
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Topic: Garayon - Reign of Darkness Q&A
Subject: stuff...
syanide... was hoping you would come back.. sorry had to go on without you.. just so you know.. I update every week now on Thursdays so if you can get in a post before then.. great! Hope to keep you around.
Keeper.. yeah I saw the wizard's action might upset Billy just a bit.. but I dont think everyone understands how 'stubborn' Billy can be by now. .. I think everyone will be fine with his actions.
Posted on 2008-06-07 at 14:06:12.
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Topic: SW Patterns of Deception Q & A
Subject: Grugg
.. well you talk a big game.. lets see some action then.
I am waiting till 'Rok' tries his 'shoot the Jedi' technique before I post.. I want to see what he is going to do. You have me fascinated with this one.
Posted on 2008-06-06 at 23:29:48.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation Persephone
Subject: Reports conclusion...
Stardate: 2374.09.02
The Charon – Captain’s Ready Room – 1015 hours
Talon paused to look at the Captain, his countenance showing no hint of humor now as he concluded, “If I had it my way, I would rather beam them out into open space where they would do the most good.”
“Wouldn’t we all, Talon?” Kel answered grimly. “But we will afford them all of the diplomatic interaction necessary to make sure this mission is a success nonetheless.”
Lt Cmdr Talon merely nodded brusquely and sat down as the Captain turned his attention to the late arriving Lt Mas’Riat.
Talon was impressed with the Lt’s plans and nodded his approval of her suggestions. He then listened to the new CSO’s intel on the mission and he was impressed by the man’s info having only arrived a few hours ago.
“Well done,” the captain offered up one of his rare compliments. “Take note of the flight plan, Kato. You’ll want to further instruct yourself in the regions we’ll be passing through.” Turning his attention to Lt. Cmdr. Jones, Gavison continued. “How are the repairs coming?”
Talon picked up his PADD and was making some notes on things to check after this meeting, when he received a notice from one of his security officers, Lt. Myers, about a a unscheduled use of the transporters shortly after 2000hrs last night. He frowned at this and checked his schedule and then raised and eyebrow ridge, he had received a note from the Captain and he was having a special cargo beamed aboard last night and that it was done on his order. Talon nodded and tapped out a quick response to Lt. Myers telling him that it had been approved by the CO and to keep up the good work at bringing any anomalies to his attention.
Talon looked up at the Captain sitting there, silently wondering what it was that the Captain had brought aboard yet felt the need to keep it secret even from his Chief of Security. He shrugged and only assumed it had something to do with the mission. He had no reason to suspect the Captain about anything; he had fought too many times next to the human to doubt the man’s judgment. He decided that if the Captain felt he had a need to know then he would tell him when the time came. Still, his curiosity was high, it was a trait, or curse, of his race.
(Do we have someone for Lt Cmdr Jones? Not sure who that is after all this time. )
Posted on 2008-06-06 at 23:22:25.
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Topic: Garayon - Reign of Darkness
Subject: The Battle continues..... but not for long..
Location: Wooded Area - Destination: The Grey Mountains
Date/Time: Day Six - Early Morning - Mid morning
Billy slowly made his way towards his opponent and stopped just out of sword range. "I am sorry, you do indeed have honor. I salute your courage." After a moment he continued, "You have been a most worthy opponent but it seems you shall not rise again. You deserve a swift and honorable death, one I now offer. Or you can choose to die slowly of starvation or infection. Make your choice quickly while I still have strength to swing this sword."
Billy stood staggering as the Leader of the attackers slumped back to the ground and then raised himself up on one arm to look at the big warrior, the man looked him directly in the eye gauging him and Billy could see the man resolve himself to dying here at his hand.
Siliwen prepares magic Missiles to use on the leader still attacking Billy. Lifting her hands she intones the ancient words and sends the twin sparks of energy at her intended target.
With acceptance of his fate in his eyes, the leader begins to nod to Billy when a pair of ‘daggers made of light’ strikes him squarely in the back. He stiffens and with his eyes still locked on Billy, a look of betrayal upon his face, he slumps to the ground; his honorable death at a true warrior’s hand denied him. Billy sees his foe fall and he collapses to his knees trying to keep from passing out entirely as blood continues to flow from his wounds. He knows he is in bad shape and if he doesn’t get help soon he may die.
Thor sees are the two men who where throwen from their horses when Siliwens new protector pulled their mounts out from under them.So it is in this direction that the dwarf will head both weapons in hand and ready for battle he charges towards the two men that Riddle is standing between them and Siliwen. He is going to try to charge right between them while bringing each weapon in a forward motion but letting his momentum do a lot of the damage.
Thor takes the stunned and already wounded men completely by surprise, and while they are still getting to their feet he runs between them hitting each of them with a blow from the weapon on that side. His aim is true, and the men are still disoriented when the attack take them both in the back. Thor feels his weapons strike hard and both the men go down to lie unmoving once again where they were only a few seconds ago.
Alea, seeing Billy's dire straits, legs her stallion forward and jumps off next to Billy. As much as she wanted to send her fleet stallion after those who were fleeing she knew better than to do that alone It was for her to be their healer, she recognized it and accepted it.
Alea rides up behind Billy and vaults from her mount nimbly and steps up behind Billy. A quick prayer to her god and she reaches out and touches Billy upon the bare arm and a warm glow spreads from her hands through out his body. The glow spreads and within seconds the bleeding stops and the lightheadedness Billy felt begins to fade, but he is still weak and the spell from the Cleric only stops his further decline into darkness. He might have the strength to stand now, but he is still far from recovered.
Riddle stood ready waiting on the two men to attack and watched as the dwarf charged them from behind, he smiled watching them both go down again and this time they stayed down.
“Well done, Dwarf,” he said softly with a smirk and looked around for other threats. Nine bodies lay upon the ground and the last three of their attackers can just be seen riding hard back over the hill from which they came. Several horses still scream in pain from their wounds of sword cuts and broken legs.
This battle appears to be over.
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Summary:
Billy: (Moderate wounds)
Thor (Light wounds)
Siliwen (Minor Wounds)
Alea and Riddle (Unharmed)
(Those not on horse back, be aware your horses are scattered.)
(Next Update, Next Thursday)
Posted on 2008-06-05 at 22:53:52.
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Topic: SW Patterns of Deception Q & A
Subject: Can't wait...
.. I want to see this 'shoot the Jedi' distraction technique... this could be the interesting thing I said might happen.
Posted on 2008-06-05 at 22:34:27.
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Topic: The Embodiment
Subject: Nice one...
.. very nice Cap'n .. Sounds like a deep character... hope he has lots of songs to sing!
Posted on 2008-06-05 at 22:32:56.
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Topic: The Embodiment
Subject: A short backstory...
... on my character.. which kind of describes him in a fashion… I think some might want to avoid as they have a bad relationship with a similar character of mine in another game
Anyone interested in having been one of his friends in a previous adventure.. let me know.
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Sna’kti Sarassi’ka, or ‘Snickers’ to his few friends, slipped smoothly down the side streets of the Capital City of Portua in the Nation of Pardinal. Many gave notice to the large hulking shape, but few thought to attempt to accost him even though he delved deeper into the seedier areas of the port city.
Maybe it was his size, or the fact that his entire body was covered in fur from the top of his head to the tips of his talon tipped toes, or maybe it was the beast’s reputation about the city; whatever it was it was enough to persuade any from messing with the large catlike creature as he move along with a grace that was implausible for someone of his girth.
Sna’kti was a Kazari, a fierce warrior people from the land of Capasha, beyond the impenetrable Titan’s Walk Reefs of the southern seas. When standing fully upright he stood just even at 6 feet tall; his grey striped fur concealing rippling muscles which were not overly large but still masking strength that some underestimated, to their lament.
The Kazari reminded most people of a large tiger which walked erect on two feet; they even had whiskers, a tail, talons, and very sharp teeth. This one wore a simple loincloth, a dak’tar, with a weapon belt around his waist and a wide strap that crossed his chest and over his left shoulder. A curved sword of strange manufacture rested on his left hip, and several daggers reside upon the wide strap across his furry chest.
Most people, who encountered this ominous and scary visage, beat a hasty retreat thinking they were some type of wild animal that had somehow found its way into the city. Few of his race made it here to the mainland of Antaron, since their homeland lies beyond the deadly Titan’s Walk Reef, which claims almost all ships that venture too near. Those that do dwell here among nations of Antaron were often brought here through some accidental means.
Sna’kti remembers clearly the day he found himself far from home, among strange people in a strange land.
It was several years ago, he was still not yet considered an adult among his people even though he had proven his courage in battle several times. His father had taken him on a raid of a rival clan that was trespassing on their land along the northern coast of Capasha. Their small ship carried forty of his tribe’s finest warriors, a third of them females who fought just as savagely as the males, along with his father and older brother.
The plan had been simple, strike out to sea heading North then West and circle around and make landfall beyond the enemy’s encampment and attack from the opposing side. They were unlikely to expect and attack from that quarter as they had surely left no enemies to their backs. It was a good plan and most likely would have worked, except for the great storm that rolled in while they were far out to sea.
The storm battered their small ship, ripping sails from their masts, driving them off course with typhoon like winds and waves. Being a coastal tribe, all of his people had learned to sail since they could stand a deck aboard a ship. Yet before the storms might they were helpless and all they could do was strike the remaining sails and tighten up the ship and ride out the storm.
The great storm raged on for days, the small ship held captive by its great power. One day turned into two, two into three, three into four, then a week and still the ship was carried before the storm might. Then one night it happened, a loud crashing came and the entire ship echoed with the sounds of timbers breaking up sounding the doom of the small ship. Everyone grabbed what they could and leapt into the churning seas as the ship broke up on a giant reef and went down within minutes.
Some did not make it off of the ship, but those that did clung to whatever wreckage they could find and held on for their lives. The next day dawned and the storm slowly passed, leaving only a dozen survivors floating on bits of timbers among the rocks and reefs. The survivors banned together and made a makeshift raft and managed to paddle their way among the rocks which seemed to go on for ever.
The most amazing sight they saw were these large white marble columns which rose from the great reef and protruded two to three hundred feet into the air. The Kazari were awed by the massive columns and several of them believed they must have died and these were the great pillars that lined the gateway to the great beyond, where they would fight forever for their gods of war in some great battle.
The next couple of days they moved slowly through the reefs finding many ways impassable; until the day the Dagots attacked. The ‘scaly Elvin-like sea creatures came up from underneath, their weird cries echoing across the waves, and attacked the makeshift raft, scattering the Kazari warriors sending them into the water. They fought valiantly but many were dragged under the waves to never rise again, among them his father and older brother.
During the battle, Sna’kti managed to slay the Dagot which was trying to kill him and fought his way to the surface, climbed aboard a large timber and collapsed with the effort. Somehow in the confusion he was apparently missed as the Dagots retreated to their underwater caverns to dine upon their recent victims; more lives taken by the Great Titan’s Walk Reef.
The sole survivor awoke alone and without any supplies and only his sword still clutched in his grasp. Two days later, half dead from exposure and thirst, his tiny raft was spotted by a merchant vessel, the Demeterius, out of Bayris on its way to the Capital City of Portus in Pardinal. They dragged him from the water and thinking him some sort of demon creature many of the crew wanted to kill him or throw him back; but the Captain of the Demeterius had seen a Kazari once before in his youth and stayed the murderous intent of his crew.
Sna’kti was rescued and delivered to Portus and not having any means of getting home, his family now dead, his mother having died years earlier in a battle, he decided to make this new land his home. He was intrigued by all the civilization and different people; he found their cities to be wondrous things containing more people then he had ever seen before.
He found many unable to except him as anything other than an animal, but he had made a few friends who valued his strength and skill in battle. He often hired out his sword to earn money, working as caravan guard, a merchant’s protector, or just a fight between factions; fighting was something he understood and enjoyed. He had found minor acceptance in Portus, as most of the city guard now knew of him and stopped responding to terrified peoples cries of ‘wild animal loose’.
Sna’kti found that despite the animosity shown his kind here, that he could live here very comfortably and earn a decent living doing what his people loved most; fighting. Right now, he was on his way to see someone out a possible job in which his sword might be needed. He was hoping for some action as, now that the wonder of the great cities were wearing off, he was bored and short on funds. He hoped it was outside the city, he longed to get out and stretch his legs in the wide open countryside. To once again fight in the open plain, the thrill of the hunt and the sensation as your blade cut deep into the enemy; was their a greater feeling in the world? He thought not!
Posted on 2008-06-05 at 19:05:04.
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