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  1. Julias Tannaras

    Master and God.

    Planet- Brentaal Location- The Private Estates of Julias Tannaras Date; Year 15 of the Galact Republic's Refounding, 523 after the conquest of Andraste Twelfth Month, Third Week, Second Day. It was a pleasant thing, waking like this. The childhood laughter he himself had long ago once known...
  2. Julias Tannaras

    Nostalgia.

    Location- Hanna City, Capital of Chandrila -Year 508-Month 11-Week 4-Day 6- This was not the first time he had landed on this world. Chandrila was close to home- a single jump away, to be precise. It reminded him much of his own world, but with several different qualities that made it...
  3. Julias Tannaras

    Long Lost, but Home Again.

    Galactic Standard Year 508 Month 12, Week 1, Day 4 The hyperlane between the Worlds of Chandrilla, and Brentaal There was a leak in his ship. He could feel it- the presence of a drop from a pipe within the hull. It ran down the pipe below it, before it finally, slowly, and excruciatingly...
  4. Julias Tannaras

    An unrelaxing Vacation.

    Serenno 1.43 post peak sun. Date of 11/12 Month, 26/30 Day of year 508. "They weren't lying about the beauty, were they?" He'd say, a tinge of wonder in his voice. It was filled with emotion, almost childlike in nature. Julias had made residence at a hotel within one of the less populated...
  5. Julias Tannaras

    The songs of woe.

    11 standard years ago. The stage was empty. All had exited from the previous act. Now, all that was left was the young boy on stage. Taking in a deep breathe, he would begin to sing. "I had seen, and I had heard... how beautiful it is." Breathless silence. "Catch me once, than catch me...
  6. Julias Tannaras

    A Startled Reaction.

    The page flipped in his hand, turning over to the next as he would follow the passage. "And upon the land shall he walk, and behind him, life shall spring. From the most long dead branches of wretched old trees shall bear fruit of plenty. The grasses, dry and beige, will become green and fertile...
  7. Julias Tannaras

    A Quiet Day of Blowing Sands.

    The hue of the paint upon his brush matched that of rust, which was exactly what he was trying to capture. The primary color itself fit near perfectly- he hadn't seen a better hue, unless he was looking upon himself. Speckling some darker shades of brown and mixing them with a few lighter...
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