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~ Lucazec- the Fallanassi world of origin, the adepts of the White Current. All of the clan were gathered, as the collecting of necessary items and goods had all been acquired and prepared for the ceremony. A great temple would last a week's time starting this night, bringing in to...

Little escapes the busy gaze that sweeps the teaming light of dark. What is not scouted is heard or felt. With such purpose of history, stock is taken from those meant for loss. Yet this one can no longer be ignored. Years upon years, these eyes have stalked the grounds of the Bogan and Jedi...

"I will not fail you 'Father'!" ...As the transmission ended, another 'child' of the Animus had been sent off to bring truth to the undeserving. Broken and refocused into harbingers of death, each pupil had been groomed to face another in declaration of hate... this 'Ledo' Pseudon's hatred...

Who would know? It was as Ledo would let it be seen, and though there were powers of untold ability amongst the crowds - Ledo would have use of only the best of even the best, or so they thought they were so. Standing amidst the moving cover of massing crowds, as the 'Ledo' Pseudon of Animus...

Malice paced along the long inner wall of the training room of many training rooms to the enclave. Being of the founders, Malice had taken a special interest in their design and decoration... or lack of one. He didn't much care for anything but utilization of the rooms themselves. Though his...

Malice Lead Council of Pentacle Athame Order Wraith, Malice, Arcane Out of the three “brothers”, Malice is the most jaded, spiteful, and focused on weapons combat. He ‘dislikes’ everything. “Breath again and I’ll carve out the bags you call lungs in your chest!” Words are nothing. I don’t...

"Emotion is war... Knowledge craves conflict... Passion gives purpose... Harmony holds no sway... Life through death... Death is the only outcome!" "Life through death. It is what the galaxy denies to be true. It IS truth. Since time's recording, there was just a need to record the feats of...

Neglect... A stagnant and slothy nature is ingredient to defection. The Jedi are stale with neglect. As easy as it was to slip in and out of his old stomping grounds, the drawing presence carried along an addition in company. It was the beginning to yet another's corruption from the ignorant...

"..." Echos, as clear as the rising tide, lift into existence. A familiar presence grows inside what once was freed, never free. Let loose upon his enemies, his child had succeeded where others had so barely reached. It had been done before. Now the Father wondered how much farther this one's...

So, I'm takin a vaca for bout a week in Arizona and I'm told that the internet is for shit over there! Anybody in threads with me can expect less responses until the 2nd of Jan, however I'm hoping to have enough time to keep up with things and make this notification insignificant. I just don't...

"Interesting methods..." Ledo, standing over the charred remains of what once was a human Jedi, attempted to examine the rigged lightsaber; he greeted his Writhe in success yet again from atop of the highest floor of this skyscraper, the open office space torn apart with a bit of a draft...

Buzzing to life, a blueish-green pale image of a depicted nothingness; not a hooded Master, but instead a blur in darkness. Only the voice came through, though upon examination of the device it would be determined that every system and part worked exceptionally well; there was nothing wrong with...

From Temple to Planet, to Battle to Chase... A long time this one's been under eye, disappearing just as he would reappear; more challenged than the last. Just as he was gifted, he was conflicted; afflicted with his search of 'how', of a means to fill his interpreted emptiness. The most...

Walking through the crowd, shoulders cascade across each other; some businessmen, others on their way in an errand. A pickpocket's place of work, and a fugitive's place to hide; the crowd shuffled in harmonious chaos through the streets. A particular person, of particular note and worth roams...

((OOC: In joining this fight, you agree to a single burn from the winner's lightsaber into your character's skin that will carry over to 'The Story'. A scar shall be awarded to the loser to sow failure into the flesh, remembered for a lifetime.)) ((Lightsaber/Powers)) Libertine tugged...

((Lightsabers/Powers/Two on One Welcomed/Lightside Preferred)) Kendall stood in place, bouncing his heels off the ground upon his weighted toes. His fingers rolled in near fists at his sides, edgy in anticipation of his opponent's arrival into the Temple's training room. A simple square in...

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It had been two day's since the Arkanina Offshoot/ Echani mix had been left alone, yet again. He strutted down the main hall of the Ossus Temple with his shirt gripped tight in hand, having spent the morning sprinting through the woods. He just didn't feel like sticking to his routine of...

After days of intentionally keeping a distance, and weeks of tracking, Kwyntehst's presence had finally stopped. The blue creature had no doubt felt his pursuer for some time now. It didn't matter. There was no need for secrecy anymore. Here in the wild, the cold chill of vapor escaping off...

Life in death... Yes, this one understood the galaxy's one truth. For some time now, this twisted soul had been stalked by shadows. It was enjoyable to say the least. Watching such an individual tear apart his victims, mind and body; having come from such humble beginnings. It had been so long...