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Resubbed to SWTOR because the universe is in a downward spiral and it owes me this

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HI! Do you post any of thing things?

Dragon Age

Mass Effect

Star Wars/ Swtor

World of Warcraft

Skyrim/Elder Scrolls

Dungeons and Dragons

Then please like this post. I’m trying to come back to this blog and follow things I love.

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I don’t know if anyone else has posted about this, but I like thinking about Valkorian’s after-effects on your character.

I mean, yeah there’s going to be psychological backlash, especially with characters who have a history with him, like the Knight, Consular, and Warrior. They’re gonna need therapy after spending all that time petrified that he was going to take over them any second.

But more than that, the Force effects. If memory serves, when you’re playing a Force-sensitive character in Visions in the Dark, Satele says that Valkorian has strengthened your connection to the Force, to the point that she infers that you’re probably the strongest Sith/Jedi alive now (Arcann and Vaylin aside of course). 

She says something different for the non-sensitives, but I can’t remember what exactly. Either way, if he base boosted an existing connection, it wouldn’t be that big a step to forge a connection. That may be why our non-sensitive characters can stand with the big boys and it makes sense for him to connect you to the Force since he plans on making you his new skin suit anyways. Whether he’s boosting a connection or making it from scratch, he’d probably keep it quiet, shield your new/extra Force-sensitivity from yourself and the other Force-y people around you.

The part I like thinking about, is after you kill him, now you have to live with the effects.

A Sith/Jedi character might get frustrated with their clumsiness as they try to adapt to their new strength. A simple Force-pull might accidentally crush the thing they’re pulling, etc. I can imagine irritated Sith stalking into the Force enclave to grudgingly learn new meditation techniques, and the Jedi’s impressive patience wearing thin as they’re forced to go over the basics AGAIN.

But the real fun is with the non-sensitives.

Assuming their abilities were non-existent before, now they’re having to deal with shit floating when they’re angry, and little sparks shorting out their datapads when they get frustrated or surprised. 

I’m not saying that they’re strong enough in the Force to actually wield it effectively, but it is strong enough to give them absolute HELL for the first few months after Valkorian’s death.

Imagine Lana dragging a newly Force-sensitive Smuggler, kicking and screaming, down to the Enclave and threatening them into staying until they can control themselves. 

An Agent reading through all the related information, but still stumbling through the initial exercises like a lowly initiate. 

A Trooper grumbling among a gaggle apprentices and padawans half their age.

And a Bounty Hunter, who’s used to getting results, getting more and more frustrated with the slow pace of mastering this new challenge.

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I love all bh companions equally.... mako, gault, torian, blizz... *looks at smudged handwriting* shithead

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So I’m feeling a little lonely and have a severe lack of swtor content on my dashboard!

So please reblog if you:

-post swtor

-anything Star Wars related

-have lovely OCs to talk about and share. Perhaps interests in interactions among OCs.

-and would like to be friends or friendly mutuals? //we don’t have to be friends if you don’t want but it would be very nice!//

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Ryuln’s Homecoming

It had been years since Ryuln had seen his family. The last thing he remembered of them was being blasted by his mother and waking up in a medical pod on the shuttle to his first Sith trials, completely alone in a cold metal casket. During the Trials, he lost track of time. It all blended into a constant stream of blood and rage. A hatred unseen by any of his instructors before him, fuelled solely by the betrayal of his family.

His first time seeing clearly since that day in the slave pens on Dromund Kaas was the moment that Darth Baras had commanded him to slay Overseer Tremel. Ryuln could not betray the trust of the first person who saw him as more than a tool for the Empire. Tremel treated him almost as an equal. So Ryuln lied. He brought the hand of the Overseer, but Tremel lived. Ryuln was beginning to see with Clarity again. When he was introduced to the Twi’lek grave robber who would aid him through the tombs, the fog began to disperse completely. This girl, not but a year younger than he was, was no Sith. She behaved without a care in the world, and she would not apologise for it. Being able to experience the galaxy through new, bright eyes focused his mind. He had reached the end of his trials, cut his rival at the academy down to mark the end of his senseless rage. He was completely focused, ready for whatever may come after his trials in hopes that soon, he could return to Dromund Kaas.

His wishes had been granted. Baras had ordered him to the capital. As Ryuln stepped out of the spaceport, the humid weather and the soft droplets of rain fell down upon him. The fresh scent of the jungle wafted into his nostrils. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to be completely immersed in his home planet. His master, knowing nothing of Ryuln’s past, had suggested he become familiar with the area around Kaas City. He smiled for a moment and turned to his companion, who was dwarfed beneath his massive red frame.

“Would you care to meet my family,” he asked softly.

Vette was confused. The other Sith were cold and intimidating, seeing her as nothing more than a slave, but the Pureblood before her, with eyes that glowed like golden cinders and scars marring into the deep crimson of what would have been an otherwise handsome young man, was kind. He showed no sign of malice towards her. She thought for a moment.

“Sure beats being in the rain,” she replied with a chirp.

The taxi speeder arrived before a massive compound, a silver and purple family crest resembling an Acklay marking the towering gates before the pair. Ryuln looked over to Vette and reached into his bag, producing from it the shock collar he had taken off of her. Ryuln sighed.

“My parents have no connection to the force, but they gained power in other ways. They champion the largest slave trade the Empire has ever seen.”

“So why would you bring me here? Seems messed up to bring a former slave to a plantation and make her put on a shock collar.”

“I’m not here for a reunion. I’m here to kill them,” Ryuln uttered. “Care to help take down two heads of tyranny?”

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so Shockingly Relevant. 

listen to THORN everyone.

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Reblog if you are in the Star Wars fandom

I need some Star Wars on my dash so Reblog if the majority of your post are about Star Wars or if you are a multi-fandom blog that includes it and I’ll check you guys out. 

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Each of my classes in a sentence

Jedi Knight: if I’m gonna save the galaxy, might as well have some fun doing it!

Jedi Consular: if it is my duty to save the galaxy, I cannot play around or have fun.

Smuggler: fly fast, kick ass, siphon gas

Trooper: [Havoc Squad Leader Dewannu Brudges has been convicted of several war crimes]

Sith Warrior: Slavery is bad, the Jedi are right, I really don’t want to be here.

Sith Inquisitor: I am a god, you dull creature, and I will not be bullied by- [is pummelled by Thanaton again]

Imperial Agent: Born to die, galaxy is a fuck, 105620271037462937 dead force users

Bounty Hunter: The money is fine, but I’m here to meet hotties in armour

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everyone’s favourite emperor may be immune to /dance, but not to the party bomb. haunting echo of the cantina music really adds something, i think.

gif for your grim needs:

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When you recruit the 2nd companion in the imperial agent storyline

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“ANY LAST WORDS?!” | SWTOR Edition

It’s time for an epic confrontation between the antagonist and the PC!

The Bounty Hunter

— The PC, disdainfully: “Take it up with the Jawa.” — The Antagonist: “The wha–” — Blizz, rocketing in from behind: “UTINI~!!”

The Imperial Agent

— The PC, shrugging: “Oh, you’re already dead.” — The Antagonist: “That’s big talk for a worm like you!” — The PC: “No, no – you misunderstand. This isn’t posturing. I’ve got nothing to prove to you and, frankly, no reason to care about proving anything to you in the first place.” — The Antagonist: — The PC: “This is fact, this is truth. And truth can be elusive, I know. It can be often contingent on the disparate perspectives borne by its witnesses. And sometimes it is no more or less than the sum of those perspectives.” — The Antagonist: — The PC: “But sometimes, just sometimes, it’s about a simple progression from Step A to Step B, a chain reaction of events that unfolds according to physics rather than philosophy.” — The Antagonist: — The PC: “What I’m trying to say is that I poisoned you a good ten minutes ago.”

The Jedi Consular

— The Antagonist, regaining consciousness: “I – what – what happened?” — The PC: “I kicked your ass and tied you up while you were delivering the monologue.” — The Antagonist: — The PC: “You might consider not delivering the monologue in the future.” — The Antagonist: — The PC, cracking her knuckles: “Now, let’s start with the first line of the Jedi code and work our way down. There is no emotion, there is peace …”

The Jedi Knight

— The PC, drawing her lightsaber: “You can have five minutes to reconsider your terrible decisions.” — The Antagonist: “Never!” — The PC: “… Okay, you can have five more minutes to reconsider your terrible decisions.” — The Antagonist: “Absolutely not!” — The PC: “Really – just take a moment and think, because you’re acting in the service of a dangerous and damaged ideology right now, and it’s about to get you stabbed. And once I stab you, I can’t un-stab you. So, breathe, focus, think. Just think.” — The Antagonist: “I unconditionally refuse to do that!” — The PC, with a sigh: “Come on, then.”

The Republic Trooper

— The PC, readying her gun: “That’s what they all say.” — The Antagonist: “Yeah, yeah, back-talk, that’s original.” — The PC: “Nah, that’s just what they all say.” — The Antagonist: — The PC: “Jorgan?” — Jorgan: “Yes, sir?” — The PC: “Is that what they all say?” — Jorgan: “To a man, sir.” — The Antagonist: — The PC: “Thank you, Jorgan. Dorne?” — Dorne: “Yes, sir?” — The PC: “Is that what they all say?” — Dorne: “Every time, sir.” — The Antagonist: “All right, I get it.” — The PC: “Thank you, Dorne. Yuun?” — Yuun: [Yes, sir?] — The PC: “Is that what they all say?” — Yuun: [Affirmative, sir.] — The Antagonist: “You’ve made your point.” — The PC: “So are you gonna surrender, or am I gonna have to shoot you?” — The Antagonist: “Death before surrender.” — The PC: “Death it is, then.”

The Sith Inquisitor

— The PC: “Hang on, let me ask my ghosts.” — The Antagonist: “… huh?” — The PC, putting a hand to her head: “Shh, I’m trying to listen here.” — The Antagonist: — The PC: — The Antagonist: — The PC: — The Antagonist: “Okay, what are you doing?” — PC: “Hold on a sec, man.” — The Antagonist: — The PC: “Okay, here we go. Ergast wants to cordially invite you to go fuck yourself – those were his exact words. Yes, I used the exact words, you just heard me, Ergast, come now. Andru has a couple of mocking observations about your outfit, which I can sum up as ‘it’s pretty bad.’ And I agree, that is not your color.” — The Antagonist: — The PC: “Kalatosh would like to critique your intimidation skills: in his day people actually put effort into their threats instead of recycling the same old lines over and over and over again, and he’s pretty sure that’s the result of children being raised on holodramas in this corrupt and decadent modern age. You remind Horak-Mul of someone he crossed paths with a few times in his day, mostly because of your accent, which he’s surprised is still around. — The Antagonist: — The PC: “Oh, and said path-crossing ended in evisceration, so, well, there’s that. And then there’s Mar-Da, and Mar-Da wants to please go back to Voss. He’s very sorry for his defiance, and, honestly, he should be.” — The Antagonist:  — The PC: “As for me, well, these won’t be my last words because I’m going to electrocute you now.” — The Antagonist: — The PC, brightly: “And with all that said, I’m going to electrocute you now.”

The Sith Warrior

— The PC, approaching: — The Antagonist: “… I said, any last words?” — The PC, approaching: — The Antagonist: “… um …” — The PC, drawing near: — The Antagonist, taking a step or two back: “… hey, now.” — The PC: — The Antagonist: — The PC, quietly: “This is the part where you beg me for mercy.”

The Underworld Smuggler

— The PC: “What?” — The Antagonist: “I said, ANY LAST WORDS?!” — The PC: “What?” — The Antagonist: “What?” — The PC: “What?” — The Antagonist: “I said–” — The PC: “Something about birds?” — The Antagonist: “No, words, words.” — The PC: “Oh. Curds. Gotcha.” — The Antagonist: “No. I – what’s going on here? Can you – can you just not hear me, or –” — The PC, smirking: “Oh, no, no, I can hear you just fine, dude. I’m just messing with you.” — The Antagonist: “…” — The PC: “You can stab him now, Akaavi.”

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Send me an ask with one of the prompts and a class, and I’ll get right on it!

Prompts and sentence starters for long autumn evenings and cold foggy days! Many thanks to my awesome co-author @tishinada!

Person A has a job/assignment in the creepy Dark Temple on Dromund Kaas.

“Where’s Person A?”

Person A tries to scare Person B with a story while in a spooky place.

“Why do I feel as if someone’s watching us?”

Person A boasts to Person B that they are never scared, but then they see something uncanny …

“What is that light?”

At the crack of thunder Person A wakes up, they discover that the other beds in the stronghold are empty.

“My torch/flashlight just went out.”

In a dimly lit secluded outpost on Yavin 4 Imperial and/or Republic soldiers tell each other outrageous cock-and-bull stories about Force-users and their abilities.

“Wake up! I heard something outside the ship!”

“Wasn’t that thing on the right side of the path last time?”

Person A and Person B are alone on a star ship and watch some cheesy horror-holo – suddenly they hear a strange noise.

“Why is it getting so dark?”

The sound of the waves is a familiar noise in the Manaan stronghold for Person A; hearing their closet door creak open is not.

“Why is it getting so cold?”

Person A picks up a Force-ghost in an old Jedi/Sith ruin; it follows them home.

Taris is supposed to be Rakghoul-free. Person A has to take a leak and goes away from camp – suddenly they hear a hiss behind them.

“Did you hear that?”/“Did you feel that?”

Person A returns from a mission. Why is there a trail of wet muddy footprints heading into their galactic stronghold?

“Hello? Hello? Hey, why isn’t my holocom working?”

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Republic Criminal Record: Shaedali Fel

Name: Shaedali Fel

Species: Iridonian Zabrak

Home Planet: Coruscant

Sex: Female

Age: 19

Skin Colour: Fair

Eye Colour: Gold

Hair Colour: Gold

Notable Features: Zabrak Tattoos, Freckles all across body

Equipment: Multiple thermal detonators, multiple incapacitating devices, single blaster pistol, slugthrower, med-droid

Known Personality Traits: Rebellious, happy-go-lucky, arrogant, greedy, adventurous, glory-seeking, friendly, witty

Physical Description: Short, thin, young Zabrak woman with golden eyes, freckles, and shoulder-length golden hair. She was seen wearing a red leather overcoat, a scarf, and goggles on her forehead.

Charges So Far: Smuggling (428), theft (80), grand larceny (28), Grand Theft Speeder (14), possession of spice (6), distribution of spice (8), use of spice (3), underage drinking (18), public intoxication (17), indecent exposure (2), robbery (5), trespassing (27), breaking and entering (99), illegal possession and distribution of weapons (192)

Known Information: Born the daughter of a slave, her master, the late Jedi Knight Taryn Fel, sold her into slavery when she and her older sister reached a certain age. While her sister’s whereabouts are unknown, she is known to have been sold to a gang of Weequay Pirates. She ended up becoming a valuable member of their crew within a short number of years, eventually being adopted by the Leader of the Gang. When he retired, he gave her his ship and asked her to continue his legacy.

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Operative File 461RV-QT88: Wilfrunn Korda

Name: Wilfrunn Korda/Cipher Nine

Age: 25

Sex: Male

Home Planet: Zakuul, family exiled when he was an infant, raised on Takodana

Hair Colour: Silver, formerly blond (greyed from stress during training)

Eye Colour: Yellow (genetic mutation)

Complexion: Pale, with very sharp features

Body Type: Slender, well toned

Identifiable Features: Piercing yellow eyes, sharp cheekbones, Imperial Identification Number on the nape of his neck

Temperament: Extremely straight-laced, massively effective as an agent

Pros: High levels of loyalty to Imperial Intelligence, Extremely clever, follows orders to the letter, leaves no witnesses no matter his personal feelings, able to charm nearly anyone

Cons: Hatred for Force Users (May jeopardise missions in some cases), overly flirtatious with females

Profile: Raised on Takodana for as long as he can remember, Wilfrunn Korda led a happy childhood with his twin brother Ziilus, younger sister Carole, and parents Shen (Father) and Azriel (Mother) Korda. When he was nine years old, the Republic invaded Takodana under false pretenses of a Sith presence. Following the invasion which killed his parents, the Jedi took his twin brother, leaving him to take care of his sister in his now-destroyed village. His sister died soon after of a preventable disease. A year following the death of his sister, the Sith Empire came to [invade] liberate the planet. Unwilling to trust his new saviours, Korda would steal from the occupational troops to survive. At one point, he stole the lightsaber of Darth Baras, which he held onto for almost two weeks before being caught by Darth Baras himself. Impressed by the boy, Darth Baras decided to send him to Imperial Intelligence [against his will] of his volition, where he was trained from the age of ten to become the most effective operative that the Empire had ever seen. It is rumoured that sometime during his training, Sith Apprentice Lana Beniko was sent to train with Intelligence and formed a close bond with him, but any evidence of such is scarce per request of Darth Arkous.

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All of them

Which of your OCs is the reason we can’t have nice things?