STAR WARS: The Old Republic: Black Desert
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Light =&gt; Light: Human Small Groups =&gt; Topic started by: Gladiator0161 on 30-09-2011, 08:09:29</h2>
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				Title: <strong>STAR WARS: The Old Republic: Black Desert</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gladiator0161</strong> on <strong>30-09-2011, 08:09:29</strong>
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				<br>Xennon sat in the Sith Temple's library, looking through old flimsiplast documents about long deceased Sith Lords, like Exar Kun and Uliic Kel Droma. His favorite to read about what Darth Revan though, that Sith Lord was still a mystery and there was much apparently that had been left out of the records, destroyed, or forgotten. The young Sith closed his book and gathered it into his arms to take with him back to his quarters. Normally, this was not allowed but, just about everyone, including the Sith Masters, avoided the library like a plague. He always assumed it was because there was nothing more for them to learn. But while reading about these past Sith Lords, Xennon realized that there might have been another reason. The doctrines in those pages were old and antiquated but, most of them made sense. The "Rule of Two" for example, it made sense for the time that it was created in but, now, in modern times, that rule was in need of modifying. Killing off resources like that so that only two people held the dominant power was just wasteful, and stupid. <br><br>The weak served the strong, that's how the galaxy worked and always would. <br><br>If a leader was too weak to see a blade pointed at his heart before it plunged into his flesh, he needed to be removed from his position so that the stronger and more worthy could rule. Thus strengthening the whole, without wasting the former's remaining talents. Xennon deftly manuevered the twisting dark hallways of the academy and eventually came to his room, if you could call it that. The door whisked upwards silently and Xennon entered. The room itself looked as if it had been crudely cut out of the surrounding rock, and much of the furniture in it was that way as well, though the craftsmanship of the furniture was of a notably higher quality than the room itself. Benches instead of chairs, stone tables instead of desks and a cot, for lack of a better word, that was directly attached to the wall, also made out of stone, the bookshelves were simple giant shallow holes that had been carved out of the rock. Xennon put the flimsiplast documents on his shelf and turned around to find a Sith Master in his doorway.<br><br>His heart lept into his throat, he briefly wondered if the dark lord was there to punish him for taking the documents out of the library "Lord Talkus" he said with a nod "what brings you here?"<br><br>The dark lord smiled, looking for all intents and purposes like a wraith, whose only image beneath the dark hood was his carnivorous yellow teeth and pointed chin, which gleamed like a dagger in the light "Your last sparring match to be blunt. Impressive. Lady Veldune also tells me of your talent with the Force, not to mention the success of your last mission. She holds you in high esteem I think. Master Chizzarra has commented on your proficiency with the training room, what is it the Acolytes call it? "The blood room"? You've gained quite a bit of attention."<br><br>Xennon smiled a bit relieved to be hearing the praise from the swordsman "Yes, Master Veldune was the one that found me after all. Thank you Master for the praise...but..surely you didn't come all the way from the Tower to tell me that." Xennon quirked an eyebrow, intrigued&nbsp; about what the Sith Lord could possibly want of him.<br><br>"Quite right. I have another mission for you, gather your things and meet me in the council chambers in twenty minutes for a mission briefing" Master Talkus said uncrossing his arms and turning to walk back into the hallway. The door closed behind him and when it did Xennon smiled. Another mission, this was perfect. This is what he needed in order to prove himself to the council and rise in rank. Xennon grabbed up his battle worn cloak, placing it on his shoulders after gathering his second lightsaber and clicking it onto his belt. Then he stepped up to the door, which whisked upwards once again to admit him and made his way to the Council Chamber.
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				Title: <strong>Re: STAR WARS: The Old Republic: Black Desert</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>01-10-2011, 09:33:37</strong>
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				<div align="center">Tasha (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=120177.msg5275079#msg5275079)<br></div><br>Tasha had been waiting in the council chambers for a few minutes. Enough to becoming impatient.<br>It was very rare for one of her caliber to be asked to attend anything without more of the matter made clear to her but she had humored the idea without pressing for details and now regretted it.<br><br>Three jade balls floated about her form by invisible forces, it was a form of meditation, and open use of the force that her values loved to embellish. <br><br><div align="center">(http://www.melworks.com.au/catalog/images/GemstoneRound_8mm_M22.jpg)<br></div>Other who were currently assembled seemed as much in the dark as herself, which caused her to sigh.<br><br><strong>"Since when was patience something all should learn together ?"</strong> She talked to herself but didn't expect any to answer. <strong>"If plans exist ... keeping them hidden is great ... ones which work are ones that are shared, if they are drafting it ... then whats the fuss about arriving now?"</strong><br><br>The others shook their heads at her mentioning what was on their minds. All knew her temper, and none wanted to be the focus of its receiving end.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: STAR WARS: The Old Republic: Black Desert</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gladiator0161</strong> on <strong>01-10-2011, 16:20:04</strong>
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				<br>Xennon stepped up to the door that led to the Sith Council chambers and entered, overhearing someone complaining about the wait. Xennon smirked beneath his hood "I'm sure the Master's have their reasons Tasha, be patient, all will be revealed in time, or would you discredit us before the mission even started?" He looked around the room but, the only one he recognized readily was his fellow student, who even now was floating three sphere's around her person. In truth, he was high enough rank to take his own pupil but, the thought of teaching someone else made his head hurt.<br><br>He was as eager to learn what all this was about as Tasha was but, he simply let his hands rest near his lightsabers, and continued waiting in silence.
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				Title: <strong>Re: STAR WARS: The Old Republic: Black Desert</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dodge</strong> on <strong>02-10-2011, 02:34:14</strong>
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				Milton Clokk closed his eyes. His feet rested on the table in front of him as he leaned the little metal chair onto its back legs. He was no lover of opulence, but the barracks here were better suited to cavemen than soldiers. A couple of chairs and tables tossed about the room, some in front of viewscreens, some off by themselves, a miniature discball board, and a couch with springs. <em>Springs</em>, in this day and age. He knew this because two of them were sticking out of the left cushion. <br><br>But here was just as good as anywhere else, he knew. It wouldn't be long before he was off subjecting, or pacifying, as he was finding it increasingly difficult to call it, another world. For peace. But the sooner the better--these Sith folk gave him the creeps. He'd worked with a couple of them on the battlefield, fought under one particularly effective Sith general, but that was it. Most of his time in the Navy was spent under the command of standard officers. It was a large fleet, and there were only so many Sith. Here, though, they were everywhere. They stalked around, scowling and glaring and brooding, making things float and reading their logs. He didn't like it a single bit. He had no control of their magic, no way to stop them. It served no one to be paranoid, but he'd heard of the things the Sith could do. They were able to shoot lighting from their hands and the "Force" augmented their physical abilities, sure, but he'd heard rumors. Soldiers that weren't sure of their commands disappeared. Or worse, they reappeared, but it wasn't them. They were different.<br><br>He tapped the butt of his pistol against his head softly and leaned his chair further back. His boots clicked on the table when he adjusted his feet, and he knew that he should clean them. It wasn't a particularly clean planet, and patrol didn't always keep you on the sidewalk. He'd tossed his chestplate onto his bunk after his shift, but had kept his grieves on. What did it matter? This shithole of a lounge was dirty, anyway. He hadn't seen any janitors, now that he thought about it. The Sith must clean their rooms with magic. <br><br>"Damned Sith," he mumbled. He opened his eyes and looked around. No one. <br><br>Couldn't ever be sure when a Sith was watching.
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