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Chukles38 Registered: Jun '05	Date Posted: 4/14 6:46pm Subject: RE: The Xanatian Chronicles
	GM POST I am afraid that this is me being a new GM. I am doing my best, truly. Anyways, you bring up valid points. I have answers to them all. Your eprception on Ysalamiri and the Force is correct. However, for reasons to be explained later and that are story-centric, it makes sense. Maybe not within the official Star Wars Galaxy, but most certainly within my adaptation of it. For now, you will just have to have faith that I know what I am doing. All in all, the warehouse sensed perfectly normal. The reason that the Sith could not sense any of the living beings within the warehouse will be explained later. As well, there was no void in the force to be sensed. Again, to be explained. Solus indeed was sensing Zen. Let me clarify a few things. (Again, this is me being an inexperienced GM and not including all I should have. ) The no-Force field does nto extend to the roof. It extends about halfway up the warehouse, if that. It does not take up all of the warehouse. It stops about thirty feet from each wall. The jedi dropped down outside of that zone and are forming a perimiter. Once again, sorry for my lack of experience. Please bear with me as I struggle to get an idea of how GM'ing should be done the best. -----signature----- Member of the Game Designer's Guild "Like, sneaky, rather than stabby." ~ Xany
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Trimaj Registered: Jun '05	Date Posted: 4/14 11:53pm Subject: RE: The Xanatian Chronicles
	OOC: yo' solus, dat was just plain crazy. the rest of us supposed to follow the same way i suppose? IC: Darth Morati/ Council Chamber/ Sith Tower/ Coruscant Night Oddly, there was no reply from Nihil to either his, or Solus' comments. This made Morati exceptionally curious as to the state of mind the brute was in. Solus movd over to a window after several moments, leaving them all to their own devices. Closing his eyes for a moment, Morati considered what had happened at this meeting. Essentially very little that hadn't already been decided, and the Shi'ido found that there was very likely some vast ultirior motive's involved. The problem was, he couldn't for the life of him begin to figure out what they might be. At least there was time for that later. Solus called out that there was danger to the apprentice's and rapidly broke the glass, jumping out the window. The sudden rush of wind swept Morati's cloak back from his face, as well as flairing Enfarious out and away from her features. A pretty young woman with deep auburn colored hair pulled back into a ponytail, piercing violet eyes and an exceedingly pale complexion with absolutely no makeup on it. Morati scowled, and Enfarious seemed equally surprised, both by what Solus had done and by the fact that she was visible now. Quickly, and jerkily, she pulled her cowl back up and held it in place. Wijs seemed most displeased with what had happened, and went so far as to sigh. The first direct sentence that Morati had ever heard from her followed, stating that the lift was working just fine and they could all use that with rather less dramatic results. Likely far less fatal as well. Which was neither here nor there. Wijs seemed to be in no real hurry, so she turned towards the room and ended up over by Morati, effecitvely staring at him. It was vaguely unsettling, and when combined with the sudden departure of Solus had completely cleared his mind of thoughts. Scowling, trying to regain his balance, "Why precisely do you serve him?" There was such a sense of power about the woman, knowledge, that it made little sense. She could have had his position should she wish it, and Morati believe that all three of them knew it. TAG: COUNCIL :snoopy -----signature----- Obi-wan. gets slapped I'm just a figiment of your imagination. Goof Troop Are We (HanSolo29, solojones)
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Chukles38 Registered: Jun '05	Date Posted: 4/15 7:26am Subject: RE: The Xanatian Chronicles
	OOC: Feel free to stay or folow in whichever way you deem appropriate. Solus just wanted to jump out of the Window. Saddly, despite how terribly cool Solus is, he's still a tad bit immature. -----signature----- Member of the Game Designer's Guild "Like, sneaky, rather than stabby." ~ Xany
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Mister_Master Registered: Oct '07	Date Posted: 4/15 3:10pm Subject: RE: The Xanatian Chronicles
	GM Approved. Name: Kael Olis. Age: 43. Gender: male. Species: human. Description: 6'3", a light tan colored skin, dark blue eyes, auburn hair, weighs about 150 lb, broad and muscular body, wavy hair, thick eyebrows, a scar that goes from his right ear to his jaw. Affiliation: Sith; Gundark Faction. Rank within Affiliation: Sith Warlord Lightsaber: double-bladed red lightsaber, also has a DH-17 blaster pistol. Fighting Style: mastered three lightsaber forms; Form IV Ataru, form V Djem So, and form VII Juyo. Personality: Quite, intimidating, hates failure, prefers to work alone, egomaniac. Bio: He trained on Yinchorr to become a royal guard for Palpatine, but never made it due to Palpatines defeat by Vader. After he finished he training, Kael became a body guard for a Imperial Officer. After Vader was killed and the four factions started fighting, Kael killed the officer (whom he hated, but left alive because he was Vader's second) and Joined the Gundark Faction. Even though he is no longer a Imperial red guard he still wears the intimidating armor of one. -----signature----- Proud Apprentice of Thrawn1786 Padawan in the SWC New Jedi Trials I am the weirdest kid in the world, no matter what TrulyGhent says =P Commando in the SWC Rebel Alliance Week 1 of my drabbles have been posted.
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NickLitYouAFlame Registered: Feb '07	Date Posted: 4/15 4:13pm Subject: RE: The Xanatian Chronicles
	Of Darth Wijs in the Sith Council Chamber on Coruscant Wijs closed her eyes. She envisioned Rayden, and asked the same question. He had much to learn, and until he accepted that, he was a danger to everyone. He would always be a danger to everyone. He had assumed a seat of power much too early and it never failed to affect his already sprawling ego. Wijs resumed her cultural transcendentalism, posing a question. Partly the truth, yet what’s animus was difficult to pinpoint. Her words were cradled gently by a mischievous smile, casting doubt to her age, in it’s purity. “When the wind is blowing north, does a Manollium fight the current?” Wijs sensed curiosity from Mrris. It called forth a prying sense of wonder from her own core. Eager was Wijs, to know. Ever, it remained her quest. But, the truth would weigh at them both. It would serve diligently to invoke a second counsel, with less interruptions. Stalking prey was nearly as satisfying as the glorious recompense. But, before the catch, came pursuit, something not awarded to idle thinkers. Wijs shook her wings, letting them stretch, before taxing their use. It would be a scenic drop, compared to the frightening dive taken by Rayden. She took it eagerly, following a path to her Master. Tag - Trimaj and Chukles -----signature----- Legal Adopter of dab. Fear the beast I shall shape.
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HunterPrime Registered: Apr '04	Date Posted: 4/15 8:19pm Subject: RE: The Xanatian Chronicles
	Darth Nihil - Sith Chambers Grel was grinning from ear to ear, the look hidden under her helm. They always thought her so predictable, so easy to read. But in truth, those who protended to be so much superior were far too easy to read. Darth Solus made some not amusing joke about Wijs. But then flat out impled that Nihil had something to hide. Of course, since he was the guilty party, he was moving quickly to cover his tracks. But he was doing a bad job of it, accusing her so quickly nearly sang of his own involment. Then the bootlicker, Morati jumped to his masters defense like some lapdog. First he glared at her, glowing eyes locked at her form. And his face, why that was truly the most amusing part of all. He had lost control, and had changed to that of a lupine beast, fangs sticking out of it's muzzle dripping saliva down onto the fold of it's clothes. Oh yes, TRULY DIGNIFIED and refined for a Sith. And these same fools presumed to be able to read HER? He sighed, "If you have nothing new to add yourself, you don't always have to open your mouth. Sometimes a silent glare is far more eloquent." he barked at her, before starting up at Solus like some love struck woman. 'Eloquent? Like drooling over yourself like a mongrel beast?' Grel thought to herself. She nearly laughed out loud at the foolishness of it all. But her amusement was interrupted by a mental alert. Something was happening. She looked out the window, focused on the vision that interrupted. As she ran for the partially opened ceiling doors, Zen Shiva sent a mental message to Darth Nihil simply showing her what was happening thus far. //The Rebel Trap is sprung. I'm going in.// Grel have a slight nod, as she smiled. So, the games had begun. Solus stood and moved over to the window behind him, and Nihil turned, eying him carefully. He ran a hand through his hair, and then pulled his hood over his face. He rested his left hand on his saber hilt surreptitiously. He needed to be the first one there. In a calm controlled voice, Solus spoke. "My friends. It seems that our underlings need us. I suppose this meeting has run its course." With that, Solus whipped out his saber, igniting it. He slashed the window and with a force push from his right hand sent the transparisteel flying to the street below. Hardly pausing, he leapt from the window. Grel let a eyebrow raise. Had something gone wrong, perhaps? Or perhaps right. Wijs sighed. She took to her feet and walked to the gaping hole in the skyline’s ransparisteel window. Her gaze was reproving as she watched the disappearing body of Rayden. With a wry smile, she spoke, for the first time that night, in a direct form. Her voice was laced with sarcasm. “Despite my Master’s gaudy departure, feel free to use the lift tube. It is no way damaged, nor are it’s carrying capacity diminished.” Nihil did let loose a chuckle then, barely audible. She turned to watch the reactions of the other Masters. Wijs glided lightly over the smooth floor, until she was standing near Mrris. She sat upon the table and watched him, obviously and peculiarly. Her face studied his every move. Now that was most curious. "Why precisely do you serve him?" Morati finally asked Wijs. Her answer was even stranger. “When the wind is blowing north, does a Manollium fight the current?” Morati's cloak was swept back from his face by the wind, as well as flairing Enfarious out and away from her features. Morati scowled, and pulled her cowl back up and held it in place. Wijs and Morati stated at each other for so long, she found the site quite - intreaging. It was quite hysterical to Nihil, that none seemed quite as anctious as Solus had been. Grel watched as Wijs shook her wings, letting them stretch, before taxing their use. She then took off out the window, after Solus. Nihil laughed then, shaking her head. She looked at the remaining Sith Masters. "I would be in a hurry too, if a trap I set went ary." She headed for the door, letting another laugh leave her. Once she had left, she scanned the area. RUN to the help of their underlings? They were Sith. Sith did not 'cry' for help. And she had heard from Shiva...she was not worried. She grinned, as she called her speeder to her. With luck, the others would get themselves killed. That would make her life so much easier. She looked up as her speeder came to her. With a leap, she lept inside. It was time to check on something. TAG:Sith Council -----signature----- I am the Hunter in the Dark. Embrace The Darkness And set yourself free!
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Ktala Registered: Sep '02	Date Posted: 4/16 12:11am Subject: RE: The Xanatian Chronicles
	Alora Breebain Searching EAST Corridor Alora watched Jaden quietly for a moment while they walked down the corridors. He looked at the computer screen download more and more data every time he moved it around the hall. She sighed softly, as she remembered her own days of training. It was slow going, and she would try to scan ahead in the smooth metal hallways. It was a bit disturing. Leejo had said nothing so far, and that was even MORE disturbing. She wondered how the other team was getting along. Alora turned her head, when she heard Jaden let out a sigh. She walked over to him as they walked. "Its not THAT bad, is it?" she asked softly. "You are doing fine. We must go slow, thats all. With this place being one large unknown thats not supposed to even be here, we have to be careful" She made a gesture with her fingers. "Though, I dont think it really wants to hurt us. It used stun bolts on you guys...and if it wanted us dead, it could have let those creatures tear us to bits. We just have to find out WHAT this is..." She gave Jaden a quck smile, and continued down the corridor. Hopefully, they would find something that would help clear up many questions. A curious thought came to her, and she pulled out her comlink. ["Dresden..This is a radio check, to see if we can pick up anything in this place..."] she stated, and then waited to see if Dresden could indeed pick up the signal. Tag: Apademek, MandalorianLegecy, GM Witchdoctor, if the signal goes thru. -----signature----- Blessed are the cracked, for they let in the light!! Earth: The insane asylum for the universe. Cheap core bombs...only used once. HOIST THE COLORS!!!!!!
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Chukles38 Registered: Jun '05	Date Posted: 4/16 6:11am Subject: RE: The Xanatian Chronicles
	OOC: I'm ashamed of you masters. Solus is definatly up to something, and you're letting him go off by himself? tsk, tsk. IC: Darth Solus Solus was absolutely ecstatic about the fool he had made of himself. Certainly, it took for a large swallowing of pride on his part, but it was all for the greater good. Besides, it was much more beneficial for the others to think him a fool than what he really was. Things were working out perfectly... well, except for this whole trap thing. No doubt people would question why exactly he was so anxious to help. Let them. Doubt, at this point, was a good thing. It was generally unSithly to care about your underlings. However, if you thought about it hard enough, that was the main flaw in Vader's and Palpatine's ideology. They viewed all underlings as disposable. Certainly, Solus did too. However, Solus was wise enough to show his underlings that he cared about them. He found it important. Solus always tried to build loyalty amongst the Terentatek faction... loyalty to him, of course. Solus now slowed down. He was out of sight and feeling of the council chambers. He needn't be rushing too much now. Besides, he felt Wijs approaching behind him. He noticed that the citizens around him began to give him a wide path to follow... probably due to the ignited lightsaber in his hand. Solus stopped completely and leaned up against the wall, awaiting Wijs. TAG: Wijs GM POST Rebel Team-witchdoctor, Sabriel, Brentus The three had explored the facility. So far, they had found little. Aside from the dormitories that they had entered, all they had found had been locked doors. However, they encountered no more security measures. As a matter of fact, the facility was completely silent save for their footsteps, breathing, and occasional comments. They had just examined a dormitory, finding nothing as usual. The next room they examined was indeed an armory... a well stocked armory. All along the walls were heavy repeating rifles, blaster rifles, and blaster pistols. Some ion and stun rifles could also be seen on the wall. Along the base were various foot lockers. They were full of grenades of various types. The strangest part, perhaps, were the generic lightsabers that rested in their slots next to the firearms on the wall. No traps or security features were evident. Rebel Team- Ktala, Mandalorianlegacy, Apamadek Their searches thus far had been just as fruitless as the other's. Likewise, they encountered no more security features. They had been mapping the area as they moved along. However, as with the other team, all they encountered were locked doors and empty dormitories. However, as they progressed, they opened a door to a large room. Inside appeared to be a library or something of the sorts. It certainly would warrant exploration. Sith Underlevel Team The Sith had all sprung for cover as the rifles began to fire ceaselessly. The Rebels in the box near the roof were clearly well practiced marksmen. Their shots were always close to their marks, and the only thing keeping the Sith alive was their skill in combat. The creatures went on blissfully as they ignored the mayhem around them. Zen had leapted in from the roof onto the rafters. There was no one up their with her, and her force powers were not restricted. All right, continue with your survival. A note, though, I may be killing off a character or two if they don't start posting. To our new players: Sorry i haven't been able to work you in yet. Things are a little hard jsut now. The new sith will likely be worked in after the trap. Thank you for your continued patience. -----signature----- Member of the Game Designer's Guild "Like, sneaky, rather than stabby." ~ Xany
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Shadowmancer Registered: Apr '03	Date Posted: 4/16 6:42pm Subject: RE: The Xanatian Chronicles
	OOC: Uhm........... Where 'excatly' are the rebels shooting from? and how many shooters are there? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Zen Shiva (Darth Spectraal) Undercity warehouse, Coruscant As she quietly landed in a crouched position upon the rafters, Zen Shiva immediately noticed several things. There was no one else beside herself in the area, yet, she could feel the presence of the rebel shooters. What's more, she could even feel the Jedi in the Force!! Zen Shiva immediately tamped down her mountig frustration and projected it into simple focus. She also took a moment to mask her presence in the force. If she could sense the misbegotten Jedi, there was a good chance they might be able to sense her as well. Silently, the Sith battlemaster peered down to better assess the situation. From her vantage point, she could see the Jedi forming a loose perimeter aroud the warehouse and around the Sith. She did noticed that they were keeping their distance from the critters that littered the floor and now wandered aimlessly, yet closer to the sith team than to the Jedi. The Rebel tactic became evident to her in a flash. Those shooting were either to cut down the sith or keep them pinned down while the jedi kept them from escaping, especially since they could still weild the Force. That only left her with one question. What were they planning to do with the Sith? Zen Shiva did not care to find out the answer. These Rebels and Jedi were cowards all. Twenty five jedi and alsmot as many rebel shooters for a handful of Sith. Ha! they had good reason to be scared. Any one sith was more than a match for a squad of rebels or a pair of Jedi. Zen Shiva's resolve was to utilize that fear to her advantage. A cold and evil intent filled her and gripped her soul as a plan came to mind. Whatever these fools intended for the Sith was to be prevented at all costs. In addition, Zen Shiva also noticed the glaring absence of CSF Troopers. None had answered her call or showed their sorry faces, which in the end, did not surprise her at all. The CSF were merely pawns after all. Without wasting another moment, Zen Shiva moved like a speeding shadow as she silently leapt down to a nearby landing and quickly tumvled out of view. The Rifle fire was coming from this level and she knew excatly what to do. Moving silently and with feline grace while still crouching, Zen Shiva spotted her first shooter. The rebel was entirely engrossed in his task and did not...COULD NOT percieve her as she neared. She slowly reached out with her hands and in a flash of motion, cleanly snapped his neck, instantly killing him. The Sith battlemaster grabbed the body so it would make no noise as it crumpled to the floor and gently placed it down, at which point she relieved it of its rifle and any other armaments and equipment, such a vibro-blades, communicators and even grenades, if it had any. Taking an enemy by surprise like this was alway key during her missions, for gaining access to enemy comm-chatter was always oh-so revealing. After the first kill, Zen Shiva turned to the second shooter and focused her attentions on him. He was totally oblivious to her and unprepared as she dominated his mind! The Jedi had that pathetic mind-trick which paled in comparisson to sith mental domination. A smile came to her soft lips as she felt the rebel panic for a brief second before he was under her power. Crouched as she was once again, she made him turn and fire at his comrades. Zen Shiva withheld a laugh as she knew what would happen next. They would try to reason with him, even as he kept firing and were force to shoot their friend down. That part made her smile despite herself. All she needed was that brief moment of confusion. At the moment she felt her puppet rebel die under the hail of fire from his friends, Zen Shiva herself opened fire as she aimed her shots with deadly accuracy with assistance frm the Force. Zen Shiva performed all head-shots and did her best to empty the lazer charge before any of her foes realized what was happening, seeing how she was well hidden in shadow. Inveriably, logic dictated that someone would get a clue and fire where the shots were coming from, even as many rebels fell dead al around, but that shot would never find it's mark. Utilizing the Force, Zen Shiva lifted an already dead body and used it as a shield as she charged the remaining group. When she was almost upon them, she used Force push to throw their dead comrade at them and used force leap to literaly sail over their heads. When she came down, both her crimson lightsabers were ignited and already cutting down a rebel shooter. The few remining Rebels were in for a treat. This was a one time only special performance. A full interactive demonstartion of her lightsaber combat skills before being sent into bowels of the abyss. Shooting at her at this range was all but useless. They were doomed and soon to be dead, well inside a minute. Zen Shiva had no time to waste with these fools. Taking advantage of the pause she'd created, Zen Shiva quickly turned and gestured, focusing the force and her anger upon the harness of a dangling crate. She release the force with a surge of hate and anger, snapping the harness and sending the crate crashing down near where she'd last seen Tycam and Kanor. Zen Shiva was gambling now, hoping that the crate would fall and kill many of the creatures near the Sith. If the results were as she expected, then she had no doubt that at least two more sith would join this little fracas. If not, she was sure expecting to have company....hopefully, she mused evily, of the Jedi kind. Tag:Sith Team, GM. (Alright, I hope I didn't godmode there, but I worked with what I had. If it needs editing, feel free to do so.) -----signature----- "Despite all your adventures, I fear that you possess insufficient experience of depravity."_The one known as Vergere
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BrentusofGath Registered: Aug '05	Date Posted: 4/16 7:25pm Subject: RE: The Xanatian Chronicles
	IC - Tak Vedis No more traps was a good thing - unless that in itself was a trap. Leading them further into the facility to fall victim to the biggest trap perhaps? That wasn't a good feeling. Tak fingered the datacard in his pocket; what could it be? As he'd originally surmised, it could be a master card, but he didn't really have time to look closely, or else the others might have seen him and asked what it was. And now this armory... the heavy weapons he could understand, but lightsabers? Who exactly had occupied this place? Could it have been a base back when the Rebellion was originally fleeing the Empire? If so, why was it abandoned and no one in the Rebellion knew about it? Or seemed to know about it... He cast a suspicious look at Karn. Perhaps... The definitive answer would come from seeing what color the saber blades were. If they anything other than red, then it was very likely a former outpost of the Rebels and Jedi. Stretching out with the Force, Tak detected no traps or anything preventing him from picking up one of the sabers. So, naturally, curiosity got the better of him and took one and ignited the blade. Tag: GM (what color is the blade and did any traps go off? ) rebels -----signature----- Unleashed! http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/27946871/p1/?0 One more day that I've survived, another night alone Pay no mind I'm doing fine, I'm breathing on my own - Foo Fighters Forceforever =
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Sabriel_Orion Registered: Mar '08	Date Posted: 4/16 8:12pm Subject: RE: The Xanatian Chronicles
	IC: Orien Sindale Orien walked along with the others as they went, using her own small computer to map the area. They passed by so many locked rooms, piquing her curiosity. When they reached the room with the weaponry, the first thing she noticed was the quantity of it. It was all in really good condition, too. She glanced around, checking things over, and spotted lightsabers, of all things hung on the wall. Her eyes narrowed a bit as she went closer and inspected them. "Why would there be lightsabers here?" she asked quietly, mostly to herself. As Orien turned to look back at the others, she saw a quick motion to one side of her. Vedis. He had obviously decided to check out one of the lightsabers. She stepped back as he ignited the lightsaber, waiting to see if anything would happen. Tag: Brentus, witchdoctor, rebels. And Chukles too, since Brentus asked ya something. heh -----signature----- "Does the Walker choose the Path, or the Path the Walker?" from Sabriel, by Garth Nix Sabriel: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v409/sabriel_orion/PadawanSabrielOrionColored.png
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Chukles38 Registered: Jun '05	Date Posted: 4/16 8:24pm Subject: RE: The Xanatian Chronicles
	GM POST Shadowmancer, I'll admit I'm a little upset at how you rushed things, but I'll let it slide. Little note, you have your force powers though you still can't feel the beings around you. It will all make sense later. Sorry i didn't specify. Like I said, I am still new to GM'ing, so bear with me. Sith Team The laser fire ended abruptly, and the Sith were relieved. Without the aid of the Force, they could do little to actually assault those who were firing at them. Now, they had time to regroup. Blaster marks scorched the floor and crates. The air was filled with smoke as many things--organic and not--burned from repeated blaster fire. Strangely, the Jedi simply stood back, maintaining a perimeter. They appeared to be awaiting something. However, it was impossible to ascertain what it was. In short time, the Sith knew what they were awaiting. From the opposite side of the warehouse, slots opened in the walls and more rifle barrels were placed through. Soon, more lasers began to rain down upon the Sith.... however, this time, half of them focused on the bunker across the warehouse, where Zen still was. Can't let you guys out yet. Rebel Team-Witchdoctor, Sabriel, Brentus Tak walked over to the sabers. As he picked one up, no traps were sprung. No surprises came about. He activated the saber, awaiting to see what color the blade was. It was orange. -----signature----- Member of the Game Designer's Guild "Like, sneaky, rather than stabby." ~ Xany
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Sabriel_Orion Registered: Mar '08	Date Posted: 4/16 8:35pm Subject: RE: The Xanatian Chronicles
	IC: Orien Sindale Orien let out a breath as nothing happened. The orange glow of the lightsaber lit the dark room, letting them have a bit more light to see things by. "Orange?" she asked, letting out a laugh now that the tension she felt was gone. "Some people have odd taste in lightsaber colors!" She reached out and picked up another one, looking it. It was pretty nondescript, and was lighter than her own lightsabers. "I wonder why there were included in the armory..." she said, thinking. She lit the lightsaber she held finally, checking the color of this one's blade. Tag: witchhunter, Brentus. -----signature----- "Does the Walker choose the Path, or the Path the Walker?" from Sabriel, by Garth Nix Sabriel: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v409/sabriel_orion/PadawanSabrielOrionColored.png
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Chukles38 Registered: Jun '05	Date Posted: 4/16 8:38pm Subject: RE: The Xanatian Chronicles
	GM POST Rebel Team-Withdoctor, Sabriel, Brentus Sabriel seemed relieved as the orange blade popped out. She too, picked up a saber and ignited it. This one's blade was red. Short, bu necessary. -----signature----- Member of the Game Designer's Guild "Like, sneaky, rather than stabby." ~ Xany
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Rell_Kricc Registered: Apr '08	Date Posted: 4/16 8:48pm Subject: RE: The Xanatian Chronicles - Date Edited: 4/16 9:01pm (2 edits total) Edited By: Rell_Kricc
	GM Approved Name: Rell Kricc - Darth Lunais (lu-nay-iss) Age: 29 Gender: Male Species: Zabrak Description: Has the tattoo of a tribal skull on his face and his spikes on his head are spread out (much like darth maul's). Height is 6'3", Weight is 240 lbs. and he is built much like an average man, not really muscular, but is still fit for being a sith. His eyes are yellow and he wears a black sith tunic (also much like darth maul's) and wears a black hooded cloak to conceal his face. Affiliation: Sith - Terentatek Faction Rank within Affiliation: Shadow Hand (refer to bio for explanation) (will also accept any given from faction master) Lightsaber: Rell's light saber is called the Helix. He only uses one and the color of it is dark purple, almost a purple-blue color. Fighting Style: Because Rell is highly force sensitive, he usually uses his light saber in dire need. Rell has mastered the basic level of the sith force tree and is limited right now to a couple of pyromantic sith spells; 1. Pyrokinetic Kill: A chosen target is ignited in a burst of dark flame. The flame of the dark side and thus lessens the foes use of his/her own ability to use the force. it sometimes causes physical pain to the foe but does not kill. This Spell is mainly used for quick get a ways or in offensive tactical maneuvers. Personality: Rell tends to stick to himself and is not very social. He is almost always observing others and how they act and react to certain things that happen. he does speak to other sith, but chooses not to befriend them due to the ways of the sith. When fighting an opponent, sometimes he will play with them a little using force mind tricks. However, if he is fighting another jedi or sith, he will be serious and learn every move he can from his opponent. Rell is neither evil nor good in terms of his affiliation with the force. He makes decisions based upon foresight or what he thinks is the best on his agenda. His acts can sometimes be looked upon as sadistic or maniacal or he can be looked upon as a savior. He always follows orders and finishes them successfully with no questions asked, unless his orders don't follow with what he believes in. It is very slim for him not to follow orders though. Bio: Rell Kricc was born in the outer system on the planet raloth. He was discovered by a sith lord who was on a mission in the outer skirts of the galaxy. Discovering the young zabrak's nature in the force the sith lord took him up as an apprentice. His master taught him all that he could and within time Rell was ready for his trials. Rell had learned all the basics of the force and was learning a couple of other spells when he took the trials. After defeating his opponent, who happened to be his masters first apprentice, Rell was deemed a worthy addition to the sith alliance and was given the name Darth Lunais. Because of the recent downfall of his master's first apprentice, Darth Lunais was given the rank of Shadow Hand, being that he was now like a second in command to his master. After a few years of doing his masters bidding, Rell was cunningly planning to overthrow his master. Being that his master was now of old age, his sense of the force was not as keen as it was when he was younger, and the fall of Rell's master was soon carried away in the solar winds as the time passed on further. Rell is now in the sith alliance of terentatek under the master Darth Solus. He plans to learn everything about the force that he can and further his knowledge in the pyromantics of the force.
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