Ah, fantastic. Having Nirulve be really thoroughly rejected is a really fantastic chance for his growth as a character, but I was very concerned that it would be a complete brick wall for him if he couldn't advance his force powers.
Hey folks, sorry I've not yet posted this, the last few days were massively unexpectedly busy. I'm working on the opening post now, I'll try to get it up by the end of the day.
Yikes, that's brutal! Hope things clear up a bit.
Also, I'm curious on how much your character's viewpoints are reality? Is meditation strictly required for force powers? One of the concepts behind my Sith is that he's not really capable of meditating, but the emotion he uses to fuel his power...
Awesome, I think three people will work for this, if everyone is content? I'm a bit busy tonight and tomorrow, so unless someone else wants to I'll get the thread up on Wednesday.
So to clarify, this mission will be done by Sentelin, Kylis, and Viridux and I assume as Kylis is a commander...
As the Mon Cal approached Nirulve shrank away, naked terror in his eyes. In his tortured mind he felt that failure to learn this would be punished, that his inability to do so would result in more lightning; he did not know if he could handle it. Then, before they even spoke a word another of...
The rebels are pretty active, I had thought? Anyways, there are some rebel missions available; perhaps we could do Escape from Poison Harbour together?
Nirulve rose from the fetal position unsteadily, his left side aching. He looked at the Mon Cal blankly, not comprehending what he was supposed to do. Avreet may as well have asked Nirulve to transmute his hands into fins. Think positively? Inner Peace. An outsider might have laughed at the...
Nirulve was mildly interested in the concept of levitation as a thought exercise, but it seemed unlikely that he would ever do it; years of not using his basic telekinentic powers had caused them to atrophy to uselessness. Another person, a female, entered. Nirulve was moderately surprised that...
Nirulve stared, observing with something akin to dread as the wookiees suddenly drew their weapons. He cursed under his breath. This was not what he expected. Now they had to deal with six angry wookiees, and they had yet to figure out how to find this 'slaver'. He figured some wookiees might...