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  1. An Epilogue of Sorts

    THESME Outer Rim Territories A glass smashed, the pieces splintering as they scattered across the ground, the aged Corellian Brandy wasted around it. Yet none in the small cantina seemed to pay it any mind - other than the human male standing in the midst of it, covered with expensive alcohol. Clearly drunk, he swayed on his bar stool, threatening to follow in the direction his drink had gone. Across the bar a gentle hand reached across, placing his hand on the gentlemans shoulder to steady him, before giving him the look. 'Time that you headed off, wasn't it Drexus,' the barman said with deliberate authority. Drexus gave a groan as he stood up uneasily, letting droplets of brandy fall on the ground near the broken glass. The barman turned to the protocol droid beside him, 'Can you escort this fine gentleman to a transport,' Drexus began to groan, 'Pay the fare in advance, and make the taxi make sure he gets home okay,' turning to the drunk, 'If I see you here again tonight, I'll call the authorities. You have shift in the morning, go clean yourself up.' 'Right away sir,' the droid chirped, its mechanical frame walking around the bar to mimic the barman. He placed a mechnical hand on the man, 'This way, if you would be so kind sir. Yes, thats the way, come along now...' The barman sighed and grabbed the dustpan and brush. Walking around the bar and pushing the stool to the side, he wiped down the seat with a cloth from the bench, before loosely sweeping up the broken glass from beneath it. As soon as he was sure that at least the largest bits had been cleaned away, he rounded the bar and grabbed the mop, quickly wiping up anything left of the Brandy. Another night in the paradise of Thesme, he lamented quietly. It was an early when he locked the door, business had been quiet tonight, even for a weekday. Quietly he lifted the chairs on top of the tables and began to lazily sweep up the remnants of dropped chips and foodstuffs, a few ashed out cigarettes, and who knows what else from one side of the bar to the other. Not that it was that big - the shop would only probably fit twenty people at a push. He wiped down the table at the furthest in, the bay window that looked out into the miserable view of the concrete laden metropolis that surrounded them. The bar was out of the way, a hang out for usual drunks and the occasional bar hopper. He'd know it when he bought the business two years back, knowing it would never bring riches or fame, but rather just quiet simplicity. At least the Sith and the Jedi weren't so brazen about walking the streets nowadays. The galactic conflict quietened, at least in this little corner of the galaxy, it was almost as far from the grand puzzle as one could get. Again, this wasn't by any stretch or mistake, but a carefully calculated risk. After all, the last clone of the late Sith Emperor Darth Valyrian would be a simple target in the core worlds. Out here people both didn't care, nor wanted to care about who you are or who you might have been. You were the guy serving the drinks, keeping them drunk, and happy, and compliant. A speeder flashed past the window at break-neck speeds, followed by the roaring sirens of the police hot behind them. Lucian ignored it - the sounds of sirens were a familiar presence, when the only activities people had here were working, drinking or crime. He finished mopping, putting the mop back in the tepid water he hadn't rinsed this week, and turned off the lights to the bar. He walked out the back to a small office, no bigger than a closet really, sitting down to balance the figures for the night. They ran at a loss tonight, to no surprise. He cracked his knuckles on the desk as he began typing in his daily earning sheets, thinking about whether to call the young lad and tell him not to bother coming in tomorrow if it was going to be like tonight. He didn't. The lad was reasonable enough, and deserved a wage. Tomorrow would be better. It always was. He spied the droid deactivated in the corner, before looking at the filled bin bags sitting near the back door. He gave a sigh - useless thing had forgotten to do its share. He got up and reluctantly opened the back door, picking up the trash to throw in the dumpster when he heard it. The sound of glass smashing.
  2. With a Quiet Sigh, Not a Bang

    The room echoed with the sound of laughter, as the skeleton began to stand up in front of her, its tattered robes serving as no true protection, letting her see the moving rib-cage beneath. The space where eyes would once have been, glowed with the luminescent darkness, while its ever smiling skeletal jaw opened wide in glee. The Force moved around her quickly, the Dark Side spinning around her, swirling and transforming, the energies burning through the room. It was like a hurricane of energy, rippling through the room like thunder, sparks and all. And the grip on her ankle never released. 'My daughter,' the voice echoed. Vanessa's senses told her that the sound must be coming from the skeletal figure before her, yet she didn't hear the words with her ears. It was more like she felt the words, which echoed in the very corners of her mind, 'The Dark Side gives me strength, gives me clarity, brings me wisdom. Much potential inside you, such power you have inherited. Greatness flows in your very bones - if you only chose to give into the power that could be yours.' Vanessa tried to move away, but she was stuck to the spot, the icy-grip on her ankle now connecting her to the figure. She screamed, resisted, pulled against her fathers grip, and yet found herself stuck. She could feel herself growing weaker - slowly, casually, the energy it took to fight back was growing more and more thin. Her movements were more deliberate. Her arms, she thought, even felt thinner. As if she herself was being.... 'Drained,' Valyrian proclaimed with wild laughter. She could see now, the flesh was beginning to return to his skeletal form, his clothing was beginning to repair itself. His hair had begun to regrow, wisps appeared on his head, as skin grew over his form, 'Can't you see the power it can give you - over life and death, over everything. I have drained cities to sustain myself, turned forest into desolation in order to survive. I have always survived. I will always survive. Join me, stand by my side, and we can conquer the galaxy. At my side, we will forge the galaxy into one of our own making. No longer will the Sith live in the darkness!' Trying to fight against it now, gave her nothing. The lightsaber fell from her hand, the twin crimson blades deactivating, as the Emperor summoned the blade to his, 'Pity, that you would resist me. It is foolish to resist me - as you will see.' Darth Verrin appeared in the doorway to the room - how he had gotten there, where he had gone, it mattered little to her now. He had returned. The Zabrak leapt across the room, his blade active as he channeled his energies towards the rebuilding Emperor. Valyrian snapped Vanessa's lightsaber in half, allowing the sizzling pieces to fall to the ground, as he summoned his own blade, activating the fiery crimson lightsaber to defend himself. The blades clashed against each other with an amazing showering of sparks, as the two Master's swung their blades against the other in quick succession, again and again, blocking and attacking, each using the full extent of their power. Finally, Valyrian found an opening, and slashed his blade through the Zabrak's wrists, both of his hands falling to the ground, his lightsaber disappearing. Valyrian held his hand up, lifting the Zabrak into the air in a choke hold with the Force, sending currents of blood-red lightning through his body, singeing him, before forcing the Master Librarian down to the ground, smashing his head against the stone floor. Leaving no time to remorse, the Emperor impaled his lightsaber straight through Darth Verrin's eye, slicing through his head, the spark within him now gone. And while Vanessa's Master died, Valyrian grew more powerful again. His skin returned to colour, his clothes completely repaired, he looked truly like the Emperor that Vanessa had known. She screamed in pain, forced to the ground, as her knee's gave way. The death of her Master sent ripples of grief through her, and yet she was powerless to try, powerless to stop it ,'You see... I am the true Embodiment of the Dark Side. I AM THE DARK SIDE. Do you still resist me, do you still try to fight for your independence. Serve me, be the daughter you were always meant to be. The daughter of a god.' 'NO!' Vanessa screamed, tearing at the hand on her ankle, trying to pry it off, trying to stop him from leaching her dry, 'YOU WILL NOT HAVE ME. YOU ARE DEAD. AND I COMMAND YOU TO RELEASE ME.'
  3. Luci's Randoms

  4. Hardly call it back, but I'm only committing to a couple posts a week as I begin. I'll do as I can, poke me if I'm needed for something specific, otherwise I'm kind of just floating around being a cantankerous old member. >:)

    1. Darth Sanguira

      Darth Sanguira

      As long as said commitment is for "Wont Be Fooled Again" then that is fine.

    2. Lucian Eidolon

      Lucian Eidolon

      Of course. I feel like I popped my head back in at the right time. :P

    3. Darth Verrin

      Darth Verrin

      If you're up to it, I continued posting in our thread.

  5. Character Sheet Rework

    Lucian Eidolon | Strength - D |Agility - B | Perception - S | Endurance - S | Willpower - S | Vanessa Sallin (built to minimum 14 points) | Strength - B |Agility - A | Perception - B | Endurance - C | Willpower - B | C'erian Eidolon | Strength - B |Agility - A | Perception - A | Endurance - S | Willpower - S |
  6. With a Quiet Sigh, Not a Bang

    Lucian gave a mild chuckle unbefitting of a Sith Holocron, 'We all see what we want to see in people. Our paths have crossed a few times - beginning back when you taught me the skills I needed to heal others, and myself. We never quite completed those lessons - I learned how to absorb the pain, but not then how to heal myself after. The Path of the Dark Side had other ambitions for me, of course. The Dark Side is not known for its healing abilities - as I found out. You can make a wound appear as if it has healed, but sooner or later, the facade would fall, and the wound would reappear. It takes the skill of a Jedi, or one unaffiliated with the Dark Side, to truly heal. 'Politics,' Lucian finally said, as if that explained everything. He gave a nod of his head, 'Politics. It absorbed the latter part of my life, from the moment that Darth Cideon took the throne. In many ways, I think we were much the same. Not too much the same, of course, but in a few ways at least. While I doubt that we would ever have likely called each other friends, while I was among the living, I always considered you an ally. I aided your rise to the Council because it suited my ambitions, but it also gave me allies in the Council, which at the time was not exactly filled with my greatest supporters. Given my numerous failures along the line of duty, I had a very cordial if not non-existent relationship with much of the Council outside of meetings. Darth Akasha...' That was a memory both filled with regret, and pain, 'Our relationship was unique. Short lived, however. Extremely so, if you catch my meaning. A moment of weakness between us, which culminated in a lifetime of regret and loathing. She was always my weakness, in the end. Fitting that she wouldn't be there for it. We had a somewhat symbiotic relationship for a short time after my ascension to Emperor, but she grew absent again. Her loyalty was her own - or perhaps she saw the beginning of the end. I'll never know.' The Gatekeeper walked slightly - pacing in a circle, since his range from the lightsaber was limited. With a full holocron encasing him, he might be able to pace the length of the room, even fill the room with his presence, but with this limitation, he was confined to a small radius of the lightsaber, 'I have a feeling that your story is not quite over yet. Nor mine, if I can help it. Confined, as I might be, to this holocron, I have every intention as serving the Sith as best I can,' the image of the Gatekeeper began to flicker slightly, with the voice slightly garbled, 'I intend on serving as an Instructor, of an nontraditional sort, in the Academy. It was a function I served well, as a repository of knowledge both Dark and Hidden, but also the mundane. I used to each the recruits about the importance of Sacrifice, and what that meant in the path to the Dark Side. It is a function I hope to one day re-obtain. As I told you before - I do not wish to be thrown into the Vault, to be studied as a curiosity. I wish to impart my knowledge. Perhaps, in death, I can be in service to the greater will of the Sith,' he paused, and looked at Verrin deeply, and with a more serious tone, 'and perhaps, this time, our stories will be intertwined. I entrusted my Holocron to you - our stories are no longer just passing curiosities. This time, you have no choice but to see what happens, as I inevitably, will see your life through new eyes. Consider me, at your service... a vessel of power, willing to be used as you see fit. 'But first...' the holocron fluttered again, this time more dramatically, his image disappearing completely before reappearing again, '... I must ask you of you, one last command. This lightsaber cannot sustain me forever, I am beginning to run low on power, in my current climate...' the image flickered, '... in my current climate, I will not be able to sustain such lengthy conversation. This is only a small part of my holocron - the focusing crystal. My true Holocron is hidden far on a distant world, resting, waiting for my essence to return. I sent your apprentice on a mission to retrieve it, and wait there until I sent for her. 'It is time for your apprentice to return,' Lucian said firmly ,'She will have the base, and my Holocron will be complete again. Then, we can discuss my future as an Instructor of sorts, within your Library of Relics. Even a Librarian of sorts - I did envy your position - you haven't had a decent interface for your Library since... Agatha?' There was a sudden loss of power. The lightsaber went quiet, and the image disappeared. For an entire minute, the room was silent, before the crystal reactivated, this time no image appeared, the voice somewhat ethereal returned, 'You will find Vanessa on Taral V. There is a large Abandoned Temple there. Find her, and tell her... tell her, that I have summoned her. She will acquiesce to you. She will...' silence, '... she will return.' The lightsaber deactivated, and the crystal was silent. He would remain this way for many more weeks, in this condition, as his own crystal recharged. He could only sustain limited conversation using the lightsabers own power supply - and no more, less he burn his crystal entirely, destroying himself in the process. The quest was laid out for Verrin now, to retrieve Vanessa, if he chose to. Lucian could no longer command anything, there would be no repercussions for failure. He could choose to accept this mission, or he could ignore it, throwing the lightsaber into the Vault to be forgotten. This was his choice.
  7. With a Quiet Sigh, Not a Bang

    'The big questions,' Lucian stated with a wry chuckle, pressing his hands in front of himself, 'I was apt in the arts of Essence Transfer, as you are by now entirely familiar. The fact that I exist at all, is proof that he wasn't able to transfer his essence in time to be saved, and that the salvageable part of me was drained into this device. I am the embodiment of Valyrian's knowledge, a font of his skill and wisdom, and likely the last residual part of the energies that existed. I had many clones, thousands across the galaxy. All of the Emperor's Royal Guard were my own clones in full garb, bound to my will. If I died, a spare receptacle was readily available in close proximity, in the off-chance. So it stands to reason that maybe a clone still exists somewhere in the galaxy - but what semblance of sanity they possess, or what level of condition they are, remains to be seen. They were not made to the highest possible standard, and would have begun to deteriorate long before now. 'Could I be saved, so to speak?' Lucian was less certain here, the holocron giving a small ripple, 'I don't know. But the galaxy wouldn't be ready for that return, even if it was possible,' he was more studious now, 'The Holocron, as you know, houses a certain part of the spirit of its maker, but its very design. How much? I don't know. Am I merely a copy of his energies, pressed together by the will of the Force? Or am I something more? For now, this Holocron serves as my vessel for existence, in one form or another. Whether I am just an imitation, or the full-blown thing, remains to be seen.' Verrin spoke then of his daughter, which Lucian gave a frown, 'Vanessa is serving my will, nothing more and nothing less. Her mission is not yet complete. I barely knew her existance in life, so barely miss it after death, but perhaps that is the Sith within me speaking. Years of heartache and lessons learned, not to grow too attached to the ones we love. My relationship with her will never be traditional. Of life though... I don't know. 'Life was filled with many complications. Rules which forced me to act in a certain way, responsibilities that I obtained along the way which formed a major part of my pschye. The torture I endured under the hands of many others, the punishment I inflicted... I miss being able to do as I pleased, but I haven't had that luxury since before I took on the name of Lucian. Perhaps even when I went under the alias of Denael my life was not my own. What is life, but a chain that binds us. As we break through the chains, more form. Even as Emperor I was chained by duty and responsibility to act and present myself in a proper fashion... but I will always think of the days sweeping through the clothing shops with my friends, buying outfits for the Imperial Ball,' his tone grew reminiscent. 'Whether I want revenge... no,' Lucian grew out of his reverie, 'I don't want revenge. I spent much of my life wishing for revenge, and it destroyed me. C'erian won. In his conviction, he defeated me, and I continued to suffer defeat after defeat until Atrox finished it all. If I know C'erian, the destruction he caused, in the destruction of the Empire in the wake of that attack, will live with him forever. Killing him now, would almost be a relief. He has to live with the billions of souls he ordered to be destroyed that day, and it will never sit right with him. He will suffer. And that, perhaps, is the best reward.' 'I suppose that isn't the answers you were expecting from the Emperor. But perhaps, I was but a persona. Perhaps you never truly knew me,' the Gatekeeper turned, looking towards a distant wall, 'Nobody truly did. The choices I made, the person I became... I consider it every day. The Empire I once ruled. I once commanded the will of the entire Empire, now even if I was able to return, I would be a shadow of that man. Wasted opportunity.'
  8. With a Quiet Sigh, Not a Bang

    The Gatekeeper nodded, 'Vanessa is enacting my will, seeking out the larger part of my holocron. In this form, I can communicate for only short periods after long periods of syphoning off the lightsabers crystal to recharge my own focusing crystal - a failsafe I designed in the event of my unfortunate and unpredictable demise. The girl is retracing the steps of my early life, in order to learn my origin and where I came from. She will return when I summon her, through an Emissary of my will.' For a moment, the Gatekeeper sounded like the Emperor, acting the part of power and influence. It was easy in that moment to see the true spirit of Valyrian there, not exactly hidden through the layers. He acted almost as though he was still living, still an acting member of the Imperial Court who could summon and dismiss his denizens with a single click of his fingers, 'Perhaps she will live on to be a legacy of sorts, if by chance she has survived this long. Perhaps if she doesn't aspire for the grandeur of power as I did, she might survive, as you have. Never having made a play for the throne - playing the game only when you knew you could win, rising only when it suited you. Many Emperors have forced you to bend the knee, and many Emperors have treated you by differing terms and spheres of influence, but you have survived them all. If Vanessa learns only half of that, then perhaps my legacy as you see it, will live on.' The Gatekeeper crossed his arms, thinking deeply, 'The last few months before my demise... truly, I lost sight. Where I once saw the Will of the Force, where I once acted as its Emissary, I only saw darkness. Dark visions began to cloud my judgement, as I grew more and more restless and uncertain. Like a madness that overcame me, I became overconfident in my abilities, and saw only a single end to the suffering. I acted without the support of my Council, and in turn, they disintegrated. I became overconfident of my abilities; I attacked Coruscant because I saw a window of opportunity, the Dark Side provided me with no resources, so I took my change. I was certain of my chances - even if the Grand Master killed me during my attempt on his life, I could transfer my essence to my clone facility on Bastion. It took me a week to recover from the transfer, for my faculties to be intact, but in that time it was too late. 'I did not anticipate the Jedi's response,' the Gatekeeper's voice grew angry, 'He acted out of protocol and in a manner the Jedi would never have taken. Swift, violent retribution for the attack. Before I could coordinate a response, it was over, and Dromund Kaas was a wasteland. Before I could even begin to consider how to act next, Darth Atrox discovered my facility, and destroyed it. I was weak, the Dark Side had abandoned me, he was the true Emissary of the Dark then. Whether he is now... whether he even lives now... the Force is a mystery to me within this prison. 'My own overconfidence destroyed the Empire, but it could have happened the other way around,' Lucian mused, 'if I had succeeded, the Jedi and the Republic would have been forced to bow to our will. The sudden and brutal murder of the Grand Master and Supreme Chancellor within their Capitol would have forced the Republic to surrended to me. Coruscant would have been ours, properly. The war would have been won, with a swift attack, simple and clean. But, it was never to be.'
  9. With a Quiet Sigh, Not a Bang

    'I am not certain,' Lucian said, his voice sounding almost amused, as his holographic hand reached up to stroke his chin thoughtfully, 'As it is written, the Force works in mysterious ways. I am not aware of the ways it moves now, the spectre of my being has long since disconnected from the reality of your world, I would have thought it was you that activated me. If not in physicality, subconsciously.' He stood eerily still, yet still the red leather jacket he wore seemed almost to shimmer in the air, 'I had many names in life, Denael the Recruit,' his form changed to a much younger version, his clothes dirty and stained from the streets he had slept on. There was innocence here, and light, potential for something else. The form here gave the presenter a vision of a different life - and this was the form that looked most like the Jedi Grand Master. 'Lucian the Instructor,' his clothes returned to that of the red leather jacket, with mid-length hair to match. He was cleaner, presentable, yet there were bloodstains beginning to appear on his hands and the knee's of his trousers. His face appeared tired yet he maintained a youthful glow, full of promise For many, this would be the peak of his physical being, the coming of his true power was yet to come. 'Valerian the Kaar,' his form grew old and his voice grew gravelled, incredibly so, as if the life itself had been drained from him. Skeletal and dying, his hair became wispy and almost gone, grey rather than its bright white of his younger selves. Dark robes hung off this deathly figure, with sullen cheek bones protruding from his face, the skin beneath his eye exposing some of the flesh beneath, his teeth bloodstained and chipped. He was supported now by a cane, as if the very act of standing was almost too much. 'Valyrian the Emperor,' his persona changed once more, his eyes began to glow in the darkness, and the Force seemed to fill every cell within his body. He was not as decrepit as he might have once been, now hitting his middle-ages, he appeared in the prime of his power. His very aura changed, from one of dark brooding power, into one of benevolence. Robes befitting of an Emperor layered his shoulders, as thick white hair, long and tied behind him, seemed to fill the role. There was no crown, no formal symbol of his power - he had never had one made. The Gatekeeper returned to that of the Instructor, more youthful with his red coat, 'In this form, it would be fitting to call me Lucian. For his many folly's, Lucian was perhaps the most level incarnation of the former Emperor. So much promise, potential, and yet arrogance had not yet corrupted him. I of course, have the entire knowledge of the Sith Emperor before his passing - but this is the form he preferred. I can of course appear in any form you would prefer, and will switch depending on the knowledge that you may seek.' 'His legacy lives on, through me, in which ever way you would prefer. This was his preference, but not a requirement. His reign as Emperor will be remembered for many things, but greatness,' the Gatekeeper almost seemed mournful at this face, 'will never be it. Power, dark and disruptive, as the Force chose him to be its embodiment, before the fall. Failure is his legacy.'
  10. With a Quiet Sigh, Not a Bang

    The lightsaber of Lucian Eidolon was an idle curiosity left behind by a wayward apprentice. To many, it was just another relic of another time, of another Empire. The number of people who would remember the vision of the Sith Emperor holding his curved blade had dwindled down to so few that while the name of Valyrian still had meaning across the galaxy, his lightsaber would barely catch a second glance. Stained black, with red bands from the neck to the base, once glowing but now dormant. There was a few modifications to the lightsaber - a clip, and insert where a cane would have fit, and a much less noticeable difference in the interior of the blade. The Holocron of Lucian Eidolon - or at least, the central nervous system of such a device. The device sat dormant in the office of Darth Verrin, where it had been left by Vanessa many moons ago - likely tossed from one dusty bookshelf to another, and for a small length of time propped up with an piece of wood an inch in size, to be displayed, before it was shifted once more to the variable catastrophe that was the Sith Lord's desk. So often was it moved, that the device did not have time to accumulate dust, but nor was it cherished. Certainly the lightsaber had once intended to be placed within the safety of the Vault, a dark deep secure location within the Academy that housed the most valuable items that the Empire could aquire. But there was no Empire now. The Sith'ari was gone, the Emperor dead, the Sith a shattered ruin of its former self, and only one person could be laid to blame for that. For all it mattered, the only Sith that existed in the galaxy, were left on this planet. Perhaps it was anger towards the fallen Sith that had once been a friend, perhaps it was the thought of the betrayal Valyrian had committed for his own personal gain, which had almost destroyed them. Perhaps it was sentiment, towards that friend, that stayed the blade from the Vault. It didn't matter. The lightsaber meant something only to two people in the galaxy, and one of them had long dismissed it as a curiosity. So it rolled. In the great mystery that is the Force, it rolled off the desk it was laying on, hoping to land in the open bag beneath the desk. It landed on the floor, and rolled away from the bag. With an inaudible sigh deep within the Lightsaber, the blade lifted from the ground quietly, and put itself in the bag, burying itself beneath a stack of datapads. A few seconds later, Verrin walked into the room, picking up the bag. Some more things were stuffed inside, before it shifted, moved into another room. The Sith Lord opened the bag and took out the large book that had been placed on top of him. The Sith Lord cracked his back. The Sith Lord revelled in the smell of paper, his senses dancing in delight. Holocrons, he thought. If it was possible for the holocron of Lucian Eidolon to smile, it would have done - finding joy in the irony of this particular turn of events. But he did not smile. He did not find joy in the irony of the particular turn of events. He was a Holocron within an inanimate object, created with an impression of someone now dead. Irony was not his strong suit. The device activated, but rather than the crimson blade ripping through the fabric of the bag, destroying thousands of years worth of research and probably ruining some delicate furniture, but rather creating an apparition of the former Sith Emperor. 'Darth Verrin,' the gatekeeper of the Holocron said, the vision of the young Lucian Eidolon appearing as an almost spectral apparition, 'it has been some time since my device was activated. Although I neither need the sunlight, nor do I desire or can breathe the air, it is satisfying to me to breathe it once again. How long has it been?'
  11. In the words of the late Darth Valyrian; "Bah Humbug!" Merry Sithmas to all, and all the best for the New Year and what adventures they may bring. 

  12. Passing the torch

    I'm relieved and grateful that Ellina has come on to take the site from me, and believe that her fresh perspective and insight will bring light and love back to this site. This is a site in need of a bit of TLC, and its been lacking in leadership and enthusiasm from its leader for far too long. Despite my failures, despite my misgivings and my mistakes, I've done everyone I can to keep this place alive - and passing the torch was not a decision I made easily. My ego and pride stood in the way for far too long. I wish you all the luck in the future Ellina (or Varia). You have my support, and I am always here if you need guidance, help or even just someone to blame for the sites condition. I will be taking a much needed break from the site - but I'll still be around, in various capacities. I hope one day to be able to write here again without the pressures of leadership and duty laying over me. I look forward to that future, and the bright new day that the change in leadership brings. Thank you all for your support over the years - I hope you extend the same level of enthusiasm to your new overlord.
  13. Valerian's Signatures

    Signatures of Valerian and others over the time here
  14. I know people have been waiting on me -- I caught a chronic case of IRL, trying to shake it off. Should be back to it shortly.

    1. Tenebris


      Please, you need time off. You need to spend time with your husband and stuff. Life is too short to worry about posting and apologizing when life gets busy.


      I wish I was this emotional when I was actually awake xd



    2. Mirran Kai

      Mirran Kai

      RL is important. I suggest dropping this for a bit and finding your balance IRL before you return. Not always easy but you will find it. Your emotional balance is just as important. Atrox is right, take care of you. You only have one of you! 

  15. Application: Magnus Koaldor: Accepted

    Your character has been APPROVED Please familiarize yourself with all of the Community Rules. I also recommend you review the How To Start Creating Your Character guide. Your next stop will be to post your biography in the Biography section - in your case, in the Unified Jedi Biographies. Once you've done that - you can begin exploring the forums of the Dantooine Enclave, this is where you will be tested in character to prove yourself worthy of becoming a fully fledged member of the Jedi Order. I encourage you to post your arrival to Dantooine in this topic, or start/ join a roleplay within the Enclave forums. Outside of Academy, you are welcome to post in The Cantina, or the other General Forums. We also encourage you to join us on our Discord Chat. Once again, congratulations on being accepted! I look forward to roleplaying with you in the future and on behalf of the entire Staff Team of Star Wars: Fates, thank you for choosing to join us for all your RP needs.