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Wandering Worlds

DickKory | Core Four Centric | Cannon Divergence | Longfic

Summary:

The story begins with the death of Dick Grayson. His life taken by his own brother, Jason. Consumed by grief, Rachel gives in to despair, losing control, a portal opens, but from it no destroyer of words come through. Instead a man who looks just like him, how can he be? The Titans, and especially Kory has to mourn their fallen leader and deal with this stranger with a lot of issues of his own. After that, when everything seem to be settling, Kory is forced to return to Tamaran, but she wasn't as alone in her destiny as she thought, neither her family of choice was willing to let her go that easily. But politics in Tamaran can be as complicated as travelling across universes.

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Part Four – Voyagers

Chapter Twenty-eight – What makes this fragile world go 'round?

As Kory let Xoyan’g lead her and Dick to the stables, as shouldn’t be anyone there at this hour, she felt like she was jiggling multiple plates and balls with both of her arms broken. Calming down Karras and trying to explain to him that there was no master plan (although, there was one, but it didn’t not involve Dick coming after her), to make him believe her, had sucked up all her political stamina, when playing the perfect princess at their engagement ceremony had already sucked her dry. Kory was very uncertain if he had believed her truly or just lied to her just like he was accusing her of lying to him.

“This is just like Okaara,” he sneered as soon as Dick disappeared thought the herbarium doors taking the better part of Kory’s heart and sanity with him. “I thought with Faddei gone you would remember your duties, and maybe find space in your heart for me, for us, but I was wrong.”

“Karras, this has nothing to do with Faddei.”

“No... You are right. It was never Faddei. Never was. If him,” he pointed to the door, “if this torq proves anything,” he spat the slur for outsiders and Kory bit the insides of her cheeks to not attack him. And maybe that was her mistake, because if she still were the person that used to run through the Okaara Palace’s walls with him, she would “is that I have never even had a chance.”

“Karras,” she tried, his name rolling through her tongue like rocks, she didn’t have time for this “listen to me-”

“Why should I, Koria?” And at that moment he looked so honest, so sad, she wanted to pity him and some part of her did, but she just couldn’t afford to spare the feelings he now claimed to belong rightfully to him as if Kory’s heart was like the crown, and Karras Faddei’s natural successor.

For Kory knew Karras loved her, and she had loved him too, all her life. But they were never in love, they never been in the position of being in love. A Royal Marriage was about a lot of things. But not about that kind of love.

They were promised to each other of course, grown together, and had a bond that couldn’t be broken easily, that had survived over distance, time, politics, the loss of Faddei, of their childhoods and the world they once knew. Still, Kory had never considered that he had been in love with her in the past. Or believed that all he had to do was wait and one day she would love him like that. She thought they were on the same page, but she was wrong.

She was wrong about a lot of things lately.

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“It’s never going to be me, won’t it?”

“I will marry you,” she promised again but the words fell flat.

He gave her a sad smile.

“Not if you can find a way out.”

Kory sighed.

“What you want me to say? I’m not going to lie to you, I respect you far too much.”

“Respect...” He hummed considering, “If that’s all you can offer me, I’ll take it, but Koria, be careful, you know how much I  care about you, but between you and the whole of Tamaran, I know my duty.”

Kory took a relieved breath although she was aware she had just heard a veiled threat.

“I don’t expect anything less from you.”

And when he had finally left her alone, saying that he too needed to think, Kory had to hold herself together, her entire body shaking. Why couldn’t things jut settle down for a moment? She felt a million years old.

She dragged herself out of herbarium, her whole body and soul screaming for her to run upstairs and hold her baby. She should be awake. Kory was relying on a loyal servant to take care of her, but...

A servant from Karras, since her entire court was in Tamarus pretending that Kom still had the crown.

Xha’l... What if he... He wouldn’t. And Dick... Dick needed to know about their baby. What would he say? He’d hate her when he found out that not only she had given up on the live they had together, their Rachel and Gar, their Team, and had stolen from him the birth of his child.

He should do just that. He should hate Kory. He should hate her and take their baby and run far away.

But how was even possible that he was really there? How could a miracle happen twice? And what had been the cost this time? Rachel once told her that the other universe, where he had come from, had do die for her to break him through. Not only Planet Earth. A whole universe had to die so they could meet.

Kory knew that and still she left. She left because that was her destiny and that was her duty. But now her soul cowered just with the notion of that the child she loved no less than the one that grew inside of her had to sacrifice to get him to Tamaran, to Kory.

And where were she? Where was Gar? For the past year she forbid her heart from asking those questions but now they were banging on her brain’s door with the urgency of a thousand battalions. The urgency of a concerned mother.

At the end, her legs took her to where he said he would be, and all the truths locked inside her throat were about to spill when her father’s best friend interrupted and then took them to the stables.

“Tejang, I don’t think this place is safe.” Kory winced at how eerie was seeing Dick talk to a man she knew all her life, it was like two realities, nothing alike, colliding, and somehow making sense.

“It’s the better we can make now, Ajik.”

“Then we should speak English,” said Kory in more parts than she could admit due to the queasy feelings that seeing him speaking Tamaranean caused in her.

“No,” breathed Dick “something else, the men know English.”

Dick just fit in that structure, as a warrior, as a second in command, as the ward of a powerful Knight.

A shiver ran through Kory’s spine, and not for the first time she felt like fate was punishing her for taking the wrong path even though he had given up everything she loved to go back to the right one.

“Why would teach them that?” She asked upset at how easily he gave away the walls between the two worlds, how he didn’t seem to care to separate Earth and Tamaran. He didn’t understand.

“Why would you leave us?”

She stared at him, words choking her.

He could never understand.

Lip trembling, Kory rose her head to the General.

“Loquerisne latine?”

“Loquor.”

She saw Dick’s eyebrows rise, evidently surprised that from all languages, Latin was common between the three of them.

“You Majesty,” began Xoyan’g in latin, “I know this man as a fellow warrior, I found him with no memory of who he was almost a year ago, before even I received the good news of your return. He has been a loyal soldier, and an unreplaceable asset to the Resistance. We’ve come to learn his real name and parts of his history recently, after he had already become Ajik to us. After he was already my brother and saved my life in battle countless of times. But I understand now that to you he is someone else.”

“I never meant to lie to you, Tejang,” Dick said, his tone a little desperate, it awfully reminded Kory the way he sounded while talking to Bruce, “Never. If I concealed my relationship to the Princess was because I had no way to prove, and to protect her.”

But Xoyan’g was no Bruce Wayne, and he unleashed his sword, pointing it to Dick.

“I ask you, then, my lady, what is this? Who is this man that I had been committing treason without knowing by harbouring?”

“Tejang!” Dick cried again, and Kory put herself between him and the point of Xoyan’g’s sword.

“He is Niwak’li.”

The word she said, in Tamaranean, meant, “the one with royal blood blossomed life with”, and it was clear from Xoyan’g’s expression and Dick’s silence that only one of them knew what it meant.

Xoyan’g lowered his sword, Kory could basically see the wheels turning in his head. She was the Rightful Queen, but she also had spoiled the bloodline and betrayed their strongest allies. She could end any chance of ever winning that war and uniting Tamaran again.

“Does Prince Karras know?”

“Yes,” Kory assured him.

“What are you talking about?” Asked Dick, pulling Kory’s wrist and trying to make her look at him. “What did you call me?”

“Unhand the Princess!”

Kory ignored the outrage on the General’s face, and made to move to free herself from Dick.

“I’m trusting you to keep this a secret, my lord.”

“My lady, I don’t understand.”

“I don’t blame you. Yet, it is paramount that you keep this a secret, our victory depends on it. Are you loyal to Tamaran, General?”

“With the entirety of the life-force that shall join X'hal’s when the glorious time comes.”

“Then don’t betray me, even if right now it looks like I’m a traitor.”

“I’d never have such thoughts, my lady.”

Kory bit back the answer she wanted to give, that if that was the case, after everything that Tamaran had been though and was currently going through, he still had that sort of blind faith in a member of the Royal Family, he was a fool.

“This is a secret not even the Niwak’li knows, General. Protect it with your life.”

“Would you please tell me what this word means?”

Dick pulled Kory one more time and she turned back to him right in time to see Karras’ personal guards bust in and take Dick down with a starbolt.

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Look, this chapter is not very good, but I'm tired of suffering over it, maybe the next one will be better, maybe it won't. It is what it is. Engaging with me and the fic always helps tho.

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[spacebatisluvd]

Lightsmas

This is for @deckof-dragons, who I have to thank for being so patient with me when I was supposed to post this on Christmas and wasn’t able to. Deck, you are and have been a wonderful friend, and I am very excited to go read my gift fic. I wasn’t allowing myself to look at it until I posted yours, so prepare for some gushing. ^_^

Rating: G

Pairing: Entrapdak

Summary: Lightsmas is supposed to be the happiest time of year…. (Sad Entrapta, Hordak doing the comforting hours today.)

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Hordak huffed, tugging at the knitted cap Entrapta had pulled down over his ears. “What is the purpose of this again?”

“To keep your ears warm!”

“Hm.” It was, indeed, keeping his ears warm but…

“You don’t like it?”

He glanced at her, noting the way her brows had furrowed. No doubt she was already trying to find another way to keep his ears warm if this method didn’t please him. “I did not say that.” His ears twitched, their movement restricted by the warm hat. “It is simply…odd. I will become accustomed to it in time.”

“Okay. You know you don’t have to wear it, right? We can try something else.”

He waved her off. “Yes, yes. If it becomes uncomfortable, I will remove it.”

“Just let me know. I think a hood might keep you just as warm, but it would be less restrictive….”

He paused. “A hood…?”

His interest must have been obvious, because she grinned broadly and said, “A hooded cloak would probably be perfect for you, actually. Let me go grab one—“

She was already running back into the castle before he could say another word. He sighed, but a fond smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. She’d been so concerned for his comfort when the snows first arrived, it was difficult not to find it endearing. He was grateful, too—his body fat percentage was very low, leaving him rather more vulnerable to the cold than he liked to admit.

When she returned, he traded the hat for the hooded cloak and nodded to her. “Yes. This is a significant improvement.” He adjusted the hood and looked to her. “We are ready now?”

She nodded vigorously and both climbed aboard what she was currently calling “Darla Junior”—a hovercraft with a duplicate of Darla’s AI patched into its her circuits. As they traveled, Entrapta spoke about her hopes for the craft—that she’d be able to link her back up to Darla’s main craft to expand the AI’s experiences—and her concerns—that “DJ” would develop too quickly past Darla’s capabilities and wouldn’t be able to be reincorporated.

“Of course, that just means DJ would be her own separate entity and I really can’t be too disappointed about that! I’d just like to see what Darla’s capable of when introduced to more stimuli. Space is fascinating—“ He smiled just a touch, hearing how she stretched the word out. “—but it doesn’t have nearly the same variability found planet-side. Particularly when organic life is present.”

“Are you concerned about her capacity? ‘Darla’ was developed as a spacefaring vessel. It is possible this manner of exploration may stretch her capacity for learning past her limits.”

Entrapta nodded. “That’s why I split DJ off from Darla.”

Hordak nodded. “I see. And this sojourn is…?”

“An experiment!”

“Naturally.”

Their craft slowed at the border of Torq, Dryl’s capital and the nearest city to Crypto Castle. The afternoon sun faded early at this time of year, and it was now dark enough to see the city was lit by strands of white lights. Hordak’s ears twitched. “That is…new.”

She nodded, lowering her face mask. “Mmh-hmm. It’s to celebrate Lightsmas.”

“…Lightsmas?”

Her hair coiled and her hands fluttered. “It’s a celebration. For the end of the year and the start of the new. There’s some cultural significance to it. I could find you some sociology papers on it if you like.” Her voice lacked it’s normal exuberance when revealing new information to him.

His ears folded down. “I believe I would like that.”

“I, um…forgot to mention. I have something to take care of before we go home.” She didn’t raise her mask even as DJ came to a stop in one side-street. “Do you want to come?” she asked him, head cocked but face still concealed.

He studied her. “You do not seem…pleased by this task.”

Her pigtails shrugged. “You can wait here if you like.”

That was not an answer to his implied question, but Entrapta was already heaving herself out of the cockpit and into the snowy streets. Hordak followed suit, though he used the steps.

The icy air made him pull his cloak more tightly around him. She scanned him, and he knew she was using the heat-sensor setting to check for developing cold spots on his body. “This shouldn’t take long.”

He followed a few steps behind her, taking note of their surroundings. The fine hairs on the back of his neck were pricked up, and not because of the cold. White lights were strung from every building, creating zig-zag patterns over the street. Evergreen boughs were wrapped around street lamps and hung over the lintels of every door. Orb-lights bobbed in windows and white ribbons hung from the eaves of every house.

He raised a brow-ridge. This ‘Lightmas’ had more cultural significance than Entrapta had implied if he were to judge by the amount and uniformity of the decorations alone.

Then again, he did not think it was a deliberate omission. Rather, it seemed caused by a lack of enthusiasm. She did not bounce or frolic or marvel at the streets around them. Instead, she trudged through the snow, mask down. Committed, but reluctant nonetheless.

He paused. “Starlight?”

The name caused her to freeze. Her hand clenched closed and her hair coiled into a tight knot. “Please,” she said, voice muffled by the mask, “Not right now.”

“As you wish.”

She took a deep breath, and they continued their lonely trek through the snow. Just as he was beginning to wonder where everyone was, he heard singing up ahead. His ears folded down. It was not the singing of trained vocalists, but the singing of a massive group of people. More like organized shouting than anything else. They lyrics were only occasionally audible, and made little sense to him without context.

The city square came into view, and he could see children running past with long sticks spitting sparks from their hands. It seemed much, if not all, of the city’s occupants had gathered there.

Hordak hesitated only a moment, still apprehensive of gathered Etherians, before he followed Entrapta into the city’s square. A ripple went through the crowd as they caught sight of her, parting with a cheer to let them through.

The crowd shouted at them as they passed. Hordak’s ears folded back at the assault, though he recognized by their smiles that this was meant to be a positive thing. Their various greetings and good wishes were jumbled and indistinguishable, but the general idea that they wanted their Princess and her consort to have a pleasant Lightsmas was conveyed.

At the center of the crowd, Entrapta ascended a dais to a further eruption of cheers. It was all Hordak could do not to flinch at the volume. She gestured for him to remain at the base of the dais while a man approached her. The town’s leader, Hordak thought, though he couldn’t remember his name or title.

“Greetings, Princess! Happy Lightsmas!”

Entrapta waved with one pigtail. “Hi.”

He waited, smiling, as if he expected something more. When it wasn’t forthcoming, he cleared his throat and spread his arms wide. “It’s always good to see you here, fulfilling your royal duties. Lightsmas was always so important to your parents. I know they’re looking down on you with pride—“

“Mhh-hmm.” She nodded noncommittally. “Thanks.”

His welcoming gesture flagged. “Uh. Will you be…saying anything this year? Your mother always had such heartening speeches—“

“No.”

“Oh. Um. Just the fireworks, then?”

She nodded and pulled a small data pad from somewhere. With that, she crouched, gremlin-like on the stage and began fiddling with the data pad. The man hovered behind her. He raised a finger and seemed about to ask a question when she sat back on her heels. “Done!”

From elsewhere in the city—or just outside it—a high-pitched whistle began to grow louder. A streak of light appeared in the sky, and a loud BOOM! accompanied the sudden starburst of light that shimmered over them. Everyone gathered oohed and cheered, but Entrapta just remained huddled on the dais, hunched over the pad. She passed the data pad to the main, explaining quickly how the emergency override worked if something went wrong, then she hurried down the steps toward Hordak.

“You’re leaving? Won’t you stay for the feast?”

“No, thank you.”

“Not even for the fireworks?” Another high-pitched whistle interrupted him.

The loud BOOM! made Hordak flinch, the sound bringing up less pleasant memories. “No thanks!” she said again. “We’ll watch them from somewhere else.”

“Oh. Okay.”

No one but him seemed to notice that they were leaving, too distracted by the light show. As they retraced their steps to DJ, Hordak walked beside Entrapta rather than behind her. The flash of fireworks overhead cast strange, shifting shadows in the snow and lit the powder with unnatural colors. “You are upset,” he observed.

She shrugged, but didn’t deny it. After a few moments, she said, “Everyone loves Lightsmas. It’s supposed to be fun but….” She shrugged. “It’s just loud. And bright. And cold.”

“I see.” He followed her for a few steps. “We do not have to remain where it is loud and bright and cold.”

“You don’t want to watch the fireworks?” She raised her mask, sounding hopeful.

He watched the next streak of light, flattening his ears. “I believe I have seen as much as I care to.”

She smiled a little. “Chef went home to her family for the holiday, but I think we can manage tiny hot chocolate by ourselves.”

“I am quite sure we can.”

“And she probably left some tiny cookies in the kitchen!”

They walked in silence for a little longer. Entrapta seemed noticeably bouncier. As they reached DJ’s door, though, she paused and said, “Lightsmas is supposed to be the happiest time of year, but even when my parents were here, I never….” She touched her mask, but didn’t lower it. “You can stay if you want. You don’t have to leave because of me.”

“Starlight, I have never heard of this holiday before this moment. It holds no significance for me. If you do not wish to celebrate, then we simply won’t celebrate.”

She lowered her hand and smiled. Let’s go then!” She clambered into the cockpit, and he followed in a more stately manner. “Oh! Before we go home for hot chocolate, do you mind if I run a few tests more on DJ? I want to see how she handles in fresh snow.”

“I can think of no better way to spend the evening than experimenting with you.”

Her hair wrapped around him and with a grin, she threw the craft into gear. “Then—let’s go!”

Darla jerked away from the street, engines humming as they sped over the snow. Overhead, the fireworks lit the sky, unnoticed by the two scientists encased in their craft, more enamored with each other and their experiment than the spectacle of light and sound.

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Ends of the Earth | Chapter 5

Fandom: The Mandalorian

Pairing: Mando x OC

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Summary: When Sinead's husband is ripped from her, she escapes the Hutt Empire and goes on a quest to find him. Since being a runaway slave in the Outer Rim isn't exactly easy, she makes the Mandalorian an offer he can't refuse and soon they travel across the galaxy, looking for her missing husband.

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Chapter 5 - Tatooine

Sinead turned the memory bank over and over, the metal warming up between her hands. Most of her life she'd found herself in close proximity to a mechanic, so learning proper droid maintenance had never been a priority, something she regretted now, looking down at the lifeless box.

A pleasant and familiar hum surrounded her as the ship hurtled through the dark void, lulling her into a sense of calm she hadn’t felt since leaving the ruins. Even now, hours later, she felt the presence of it lurking in the back of her mind.

Suddenly, the world tilted, and Sinead crashed to the floor. The memory bank few out of her hands and skipped across the floor. She pushed herself up on her hands and knees, when the ship rocked violently, making her cling to the bunk to keep from being thrown clean across the ship.

Two alarms started wailing in tandem.

She gritted her teeth and grabbed hold of a rung on the ladder, climbing into the cockpit before the ship shook and tipped wildly.

The Mandalorian was in the pilot’s seat, his hands flying across the dashboard, flicking switches and trying to stabilize the ship. The kid was strapped into his seat, his head swirling around to look at all the light coming to life.

Sinead sat down and pulled the safety harness over her shoulders.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Company."

The Mandalorian jerked the steering handles and the ship spun away, a volley of blaster bolts whizzing past the window.

According to a screen on the console, a small starfighter flew directly behind them, firing every time the Razor Crest was still for long enough. They'd never be able to outrun or outmaneuver it.

Cold dread expanded from the base of her spine, making her muscles twitch and tense. Every sound seemed dull, like she was hearing it from inside a vacuum.

The starboard turbine was hit, showering the cockpit in sparks as the shock traveled into the main engine. A third alarm joined the cacophony.

Sinead swallowed hard and found her voice. "Doesn't this hunk of metal have any shields?" She grabbed the armrests so hard her knuckles turned white.

The stars turned into streaks as the ship careened to the side, another round of lasers streaking past the window.

It had to be pirates, not many were brazen enough to attack a gunship, even out in the Outer Rim. Maybe this time she’d die instead of-

A shadowy figure flickered to life above the dashboard. "Give us the child, Mando," it said, its voice clipping in and out. "I might let you live."

Sinead looked at the child, who gurgling nervously to himself. She wanted to reach over and reassure him, but the harness was too tight. Why would anyone want the kid badly enough to attack them for it?

And explosion rocked through the ship, and underneath there was a sound of metal groaning.

Flashing lights danced on the Mandalorian’s helmet.

“Hold on.” Mando sent them into a wild spin, the stars turning into white streaks as all sense of direction spun away as quickly as the ship.

It felt like Sinead had been dropped down a bottomless well.

The hologram warped as power redirected. “I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold,” it said before cutting out completely.

There was no way the other ship wouldn’t blast them to smithereens the first chance it got.

Mando hit the brakes, and the ship hung unmoving in the air, before the starfighter screamed past it, scraping against the Crest with a sound like an old hovercart in a trash compactor.

Mando fired once, and the laser ripped through the small vessel before it had a chance to spin around and attack. The ship exploded, leaving glittering debris like stardust in its wake.

Sinead sat back in her seat. Her entire midsection felt bruised from the harness, but the alternative was being a smear on the window so she couldn’t complain.

“Nice flying.” She didn’t mean for it to come out sounding so sarcastic, but fear and adrenaline still coursed through her veins, making the blood rush in her ears.

The Mandalorian either didn’t hear or ignored her, as he checked the status of the ship.

“Losing fuel,” he mumbled mostly to himself.

Sinead undid her safety harness and reached over to the child. “Are you okay there?”

The kid laughed as the power went out and they found themselves in complete darkness.

“I think he’s okay,” Sinead said, gently booping him on the nose. “Please say we’re not stranded out here.”

“I think I can redirect the power,” the Mandalorian said, getting up and flicking a switch at the back of the cockpit.

The ship came to life, a sad, sputtering one that wouldn’t last long, but enough so that Mando could propel it towards the nearest planet, an orange dust ball hanging in the void.

“Are you gonna tell me who’s after the kid?”

Mando glanced at her over his shoulder.

“You know, this whole silence thing is getting old. At least come up with a lie like the rest of us.”

Mando glared at her, and Sinead offered him a sharp smile.

The planet was getting closer and closer when Sinead leaned forward. “What is this place even? Or are you not going to answer that either?”

“Tatooine.”

“Oh, that’s just great.”

The Mandalorian adjusted their course toward a small smidge on the planet’s surface. “The Hutt’s been dead for years, and he hasn’t been replaced yet.”

Sinead made an uncertain sound. “Yet, but I’m sure the clan’s just waiting until the region is stable again. They’re not exactly the type to give up a planet without a fight.”

“You been here before?”

“No, but I’ve heard it’s a desolate hellhole.”

Gold-orange crags and sand dunes took form as they cruised over the surface, the ship groaning with the effort it took to keep them in one piece.

Sand. She really hated sand.

The comm came to life and a scratchy voice filled the cockpit.

“This is Mos Eisley tower, we’re tracking you. Head for bay 3-5. Over.”

“Copy that. Locked in for 3-5.”

Mos Eisley was nearly impossible to see, a sandstone city poking up through the sand which piled up at the walls making the squat houses look like igloos in the desert. A communication tower rose from the center of the city, its blinking lights the only reason most travelers spotted the city from the air.

The ship wobbled as it made ready for landing, and new alarm blared. The Mandalorian turned it off with an irritated slap on the console.

The kid had fallen asleep sometime after the excitement of the dogfight died down, and the Mandalorian left him sleeping on the bunk, while Sinead retrieved the memory bank, which had ended up on the other side of the ship and stowing it away in the nearest compartment.

Mando looked at her. “Maybe you should stay in the ship.”

Sinead blew out a deep breath. “As you said, the Hutt’s long dead. I can take a look around his old palace, see if there’s something we can use.”

“Just be careful.”

Sinead snuck a glance at the Mandalorian. He wasn’t looking at her.

“Sure.”

Even before the ramp was down, Sinead felt the hot, unyielding fingers of the desert close around her throat. Dry heat snuck under her clothes, making her mouth feel as dry as the surroundings. Cold, unwanted memories pushed to the forefront and she took a second to put them back where they belonged, a dark and unused corner of her mind where they wouldn’t get in the way.

Three pit droids hurried toward the ship the second the ramp touch down, their rusty bodies bouncing over dusty ground like springs.

The Mandalorian pulled his blaster and shot once at the ground in front of the droids, who screeched and collapsed into small heaps, cowering in f-ear.

Sinead yelped and pressed a hand to her racing heart. “Fuck, Mando! What is it with you and droids?”

“Hey!” A shout rang out from inside a cluttered garage, and a short human woman wearing greasy overalls stormed out from behind a safety barrier. Her short stature was almost made up by her rather gravity defying hair. “You damage one of my droids, you pay for it!” The way she was brandishing a heavy wrench left exactly how he’d pay for it up to interpretation.

“Just keep them away from my ship,” Mando ground out, shooting a look at the droids who scurried away.

The mechanic gave him an unimpressed look. “Yeah? Do you think that’s a good idea, do ya? Let’s take a look at your ship.”

She walked around it, noting every dent and scratch on her datapad. “Look at that,” she said, holding a scanner up to the ship. “You gotta lotta carbon scorching building up top. If I didn’t know better, think you were in a shootout.”

Sinead stepped forward before the Mandalorian had a chance to reply. “We ran into a meteor shower out by the Torq. Barely made it planet-side, to tell you the truth.”

“Uh-huh,” the mechanic lifted an eyebrow, but she stopped asking questions, turning around to continue her inspection. “… a special tool for that one. Oh yeah, I’m gonna have to rotate that.”

The Mandalorian rolled his shoulders, and Sinead bit the inside of her cheek. That all sounded very expensive.

“You got a fuel leak! Look at this, this is a mess. How did you even land?”

“Like I said, just barely.” Sinead shifted her weight from one foot to the other. “How much for it?”

“The repairs you need ain’t exactly cheap-”

“I’ve got five hundred Imperial credits,” the Mandalorian said.

The mechanic grabbed the credits and have them a good look. “That’s all you got?” When the Mandalorian didn’t magically procure more money, she looked at the droids. “Well, what do you guys think?”

The droids tittered in unison, and the mechanic shrugged. “That should at least cover the hangar.”

“We’ll get you your money.”

“Mm, I’ve heard that before.” She gave both Sinead and the Mandalorian a skeptical look.

“Just remember- “

“Yeah, no droids. I heard ya’. You don’t have to say it twice.”

Sinead looked back at the ship as they left the hangar, a thin pillar of smoke was rising from the turbine and the mechanic had already started banging around underneath it.

The second she stepped out into the blaring sunlight, her face stung with sand being blasted through the street. If she never had to step foot in the desert again, she'd die a happy woman.

"So, what's the plan?" She asked the Mandalorian, who didn't look bothered in the heat. Of course, since she couldn't see his face he might be dying underneath the helmet. The T-visor seemed completely black in the sunlight.

"I’ll head to the cantina, see if I can find work. Don't get too close to the palace, the Hutt's guards might still be around."

Sinead gritted her teeth. "Right, I have been in these kinds of situations before you know: I'm not helpless."

"That's not-" the Mandalorian blew out a sharp breath and shook his head. "Never mind."

Sinead made her way to the Hutt's palace alone, reminding herself to breathe regularly, not too deep and not too shallow. She was just a tourist walking alone, not a runaway slave from the very clan that until recently had an iron grip on the planet. The people walking past her weren't staring, they didn't recognize her at all.

She clenched her hands so they'd stop fidgeting. It felt like someone was watching her, a burning spike to the back of her head.

A market had been raised in a big square, rows and rows of hastily put together stalls crisscrossed in a confusing jumble. Shouts from the many vendors mingled in the air into an incomprehensible wall of sound. A Besalisk was grilling sweet meats over an open fire, holding a skewer in each of his four hands. The meat sizzled as Sinead walked past.

Two Jawas screamed in unison at everyone who came close enough to their stall, doing little to entice anyone to stop. Piles of scrap spilled into the street, and the Jawas screeched in indignation whenever anyone accidentally stepped on it.

Sinead ambled down the rows, trying to look like she was browsing the goods without attracting so much attention that anyone would talk to her. Most of the wares being sold were practical, tools and dried food, spare parts for droids. Under a moth-eaten pavilion that offered little in the way of shade, she found a small booth filled with trinkets that looked like they had been ripped straight out of the bowels of a ship. There were brooches made of twisted metal and rings that doubled as lug nuts.

An old woman sat on the other side of the stall. She wore ragged clothes that at first glance made her look like a scarecrow left out in the sun for too long, and it wasn't until she moved that Sinead noticed her. Her face was disproportionately small for her body, resembling a walnut someone left on top of a pile of old laundry.

"See anything you like?" Her voice sounded like a trash compacter filled with rocks. "I make 'em myself."

That wasn't hard to believe. Sinead hummed politely and picked up a brooch made from cogs and a rubber binding. "I’m afraid jewelry isn't that high of a priority right now."

Her wrinkles deepened as she pursed her lips. "Meh, people don't even know what they need until it's right in front of ‘em. Tell ya’ what, I'll give you a good deal, okay? The earrings for fifty creds."

Sinead couldn’t help but snort. The earrings in question were made from old circuitry, the hooks so rusty that wearing them was a surefire way of getting a nasty infection. "Fifty is a bit steep, don't you think?"

The old woman grinned, showing her one snaggletooth poking over her lower lip. “Low price to pay for beauty, innit?”

Tapping on the table Sinead though for a second before saying, "tell you what, I'll buy one of your-" she gestured to the assorted jewelry- "wares … if you can give me some information in return."

The old lady grinned again, her tooth a terrible distraction, looking like a broken roof shingle. "Let's hear it then. What'ya want?"

"Oh no, information first, then the sale."

A shadow fell across the woman's face as she glared Sinead, her watery eyes studying her face. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you didn’t trust me."

Sinead kept her face carefully neutral. "Past experiences have taught me to hold payment until after I get what I want. I’m sure you understand, right?"

There was a cruel glint in the old woman's eyes. "You bet I do. Ask away, dear."

For one long moment, Sinead blanked on what to ask her. She wanted to talk about the Hutt, but the old crone had done nothing to inspire trust.

"The entire galaxy was turned upside down when the Empire fell. How was it here?"

The old woman cackled and folded her wizened hands over her stomach. "You haven't seen our little art project out by the wall, have ya’? A little parting gift from us to the Empire."

"Who controls the planet now? The New Republic-"

The old woman spat on the sand.

"... right."

"We control ourselves, dearie." Sinead had never heard a term of endearment used with so much venom. "We ain't need anyone come here and tell us how to run our own damn home. After they got the message, most of the bucketheads left. The ones who didn't, well, they make a good decoration, don't they?"

"A place outside the grip of the Empire and the Republic sounds nice."

"Sounds like you have something to hide."

Sinead shrugged. "I don't like tyrants or bureaucracy."

"We got rid of our old tyrant years ago, ain't ever looked back since," the old woman sneered,

There we go.

Sinead shifted her weight and leaned closer. "Heard about that on the subspace, that's nasty business. Any chance the Hutt's head is hanging with the others? I'd like to go give my goodbyes in person."

The old woman peered at Sinead. "Sounds personal."

"As far as I'm concerned, hating the Hutt clan is everyone's business, and those who don't are either terminally stupid or, well, part of the Hutt clan.”

"That kriffin' piece of blubber is probably still out in the Dune Sea somewhere. I doubt even the bloatflies'll touch his stinking corpse."

"He was killed in his palace? I heard that place is a fortress."

"My boy went out with some of the others, just to have a little lookie-loo at the place, but the slaves didn't wanna let nobody in. Said they’ve taken over. Been coming in from all over the galaxy, the buggers."

"They still out there?"

The old woman seemed to remember herself. "You ask an awful lot of question, dearie. Maybe it's time you hold up your end of the bargain, hmm?"

Sinead opened her mouth to protest. If Tatooine had managed to rid themselves completely of Hutt control, then maybe other systems would follow suit. The dangerous look in the old woman's eyes told her, however, that pressing on would be a bad idea.

"Sure," she said, looking earnestly at the merchandise. "Uh, yeah … how much for the necklace?" It was the only thing that, if you squinted and stood five meters away on a foggy day might resemble jewelry. It looked like an old optic unit ripped from a droid and attached to a leather string.

"Hundred creds."

"You're joking."

"My information doesn't come cheap, girl. I can always call the guards, say you robbed me of my hard-earned knowledge."

For once, Sinead was momentarily lost for words. "That doesn't-"

"Since the Empire left, we've had to handle justice ourselves, you see, and sometimes the new guards can be a little rough."

Sinead bared her teeth in a smile. "I'll give you twenty."

"Eighty."

"Thirty."

"Seventy-five."

"Thirty-five."

"Seventy-five."

Sinead tossed some credits on the table. "Forty. That's literally the last credits I own."

The old woman snatched the credits with remarkable speed, squirreling them away in her dirty cowl.

"Pleasure doing business with you," Sinead said, stuffing the necklace into her pocket before moving on from the stall.

When she got back to the hangar, the suns had reached the top of the sky and it had impossibly gotten even hotter.

Mando came walking from the other side, his gleaming armor standing out between the bedraggled denizens of Tatooine. He sped up when he saw Sinead.

"You should stay in the ship," he said, when they reached the door to the hangar at the same time.

"You know, people usually greet each other before starting to bark commands, you should really try it."

The Mandalorian shook his head, grumbling under his breath.

“Did you manage to find work, or do we have to go back empty handed? I have a feeling that won’t go over too well with the mechanic.”

“I did, but look … does the name Fennec Shand mean anything to you?”

The color drained from Sinead's face.

"She's hiding out in the Dune Sea with a bounty on her head. I have to bring her back."

"Alive?"

"Yes."

"What a shame."

Fennec Shand’s name brought with it a very special kind of dread. Every Hutt slave had heard stories of Shard bringing back runaway slaves in a condition where they wished they were dead.

“I’ll stay in the ship.” Sinead looked around, like she expected Shand to jump out from behind the nearest hover-cart. “How long will it take?”

“I don’t know. I’m bringing this kid … it doesn’t matter.”

Sinead bit her lips. “Just make sure you get her. I don’t want her coming to Mos Eisley in a murderous rage.”

The Mandalorian moved towards the entrance to the hangar, and when the door opened, the smell of oil and metal hit them.

She wanted to get off this planet, doubly so now she knew that a vicious killer for hire had made this her home. There was nothing to do but wait.

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Cernunnos

Cernnunos - Ancient Celtic God

by J. M Reinbold

Cernnunos Sleeps (2) The Old God sleeps down in the dark, moist, odorous underfoot, Waiting for us To put down our roots.

The God In The Wild Wood (3) At the Sacred Centre, in the Grove of all Worlds, He sits with legs crossed beneath an ancient Oak. Entranced, connecting the three worlds Earth, Sea, and Sky, and the worlds behind the worlds, the god and the Great Tree are One, His immense limbs widespread, stretching into distant sky and starry space.

His massive trunk, spine of the Middleworld, is the heart of the Ancient Forest around which all Life, all worlds turn; His limitless root web growing deep into secret earth and Underworld; above him the great turning circles of Sun, Moon, and Stars. All around Him subtle movements of the leaves in melodious, singing air; everywhere the pulsing, gleaming Green awash in drifts of gold and shimmering mist; beneath Him soft moss creeping over the dark, deep, moist of spawning earth. At His feet is the great Cauldron from which the Five Rivers Flow.

Through the forest stillness they come, whispering wings and secret glide, rustling leaves, and silent step, the first Ancestors, the Oldest Animals, to gather around Him: Blackbird, Keeper of the Gate; Stag of Seven Tines, Master of Time; Ancient Owl, Crone of the Night; Eagle, Lord of the Air, Eye of the Sun; and Salmon, Oldest of the Old, Wisest of the Wise leaping from the juncture of the Five Springs. He welcomes them and blesses them, and they honour Him, Cernnunos of the nut brown skin and lustrous curling hair; the god whose eyes flash star-fire, whose flesh is a reservoir of ancient waters, His cells alive with Mystery, original primeval essence. Naked, phallus erect, He wears a crown of antlers limned in green fire and twined with ivy. In his right hand the Torq of gold, testament of his nobility and his sacred pledge; in his left hand the horned serpent symbol of his sexual power sacred to the Goddess. Cernnunos in His Ancient Forest, His Sacred Temple, His Holy Grove, Cernnunos and His children dream the Worlds.

The Origins of Cernnunos Cernnunos, a nature and fertility god, has appeared in a multitude of forms and made himself known by many names to nearly every culture throughout time. He is perhaps best known to us now in his Celtic aspects of the untamed Horned God of the Animals and the leaf-covered Green Man, Guardian of the Green World, but He is much older. Cernnunos worked his magic when the first humans were becoming. Our prehistoric ancestors knew him as a shape-shifting, shamanic god of the Hunt. He is painted in caves and carved everywhere, on cliffs, stones, even in the Earth Herself. Humans sought to commune with Him and receive his power and that of his animal children by dressing themselves in skins and skulls, adorning themselves with feathers and bones, by dancing His dance. Yet He is older still. In the time of the dinosaurs, the great swamps and subtropical forests of cycads, seed ferns and conifers, and later in the time of the deciduous plants and flowers, when the pollinators came and the first tiny mammals were creeping up from beneath the ground, Cernnunos was the difference and diversity of life, the frenzy and ferment of evolution. But, He is much older still. He is oldest of the Ancient Ones, first born of the Goddess. At the time of First Earth, Cernnunos grew in the womb of the All Mother, Anu, waiting to be born, to come forth to initiate the everlasting, unbroken Circle of Life.

The Many Faces & Natures Of Cernnunos Cernnunos, as The Horned God, Lord of the Animals is portrayed as human or half human with an antler crown. Though he wears a human face his energy and his concerns are non-human. He is protector of animals and it is Cernnunos who is the law-sayer of hunting and harvest. While He is recognized most often through his connection to animals and our own deeply buried, dimly recalled, instinctual animal natures, Cernnunos is also a tree, forest, and vegetation god in his foliate aspect of The Green Man, Guardian of the Green World. His branching antlers symbolize the spreading treetops of the forest as well as his animal nature. As Master of the Sacrificial Hunt, His is the life that is given in service of new life. His wisdom is that the old must pass away to make way for the new.

In his Underworld aspect Cernnunos is The Dark Man, the god who dwells in the House Beneath the Hill, the Underworld. He is the one who comforts and sings the souls of the dead to their rest in the Summerlands of the Otherworld. Cernnunos, as Master of the Wild Hunt, who pursues the souls of evil doers, is not associated with a biblical or even modern morality, but with the protection and continuance of the Land and Nature and the spirits that dwell therein.

Pan, lusty Satyr god of the Greeks is another aspect of the Horned God. ‘Pan is a proud celebration of the liberating power of male erotic energy in its purest and most beautiful form.’ (5) He is portrayed as playful and cunning, but He also has a darker, dangerous nature. The panic or terror often associated with Pan is not related to human violence, but to the Life and Death of the natural world. In this form he is called the "All Devourer." However, Pan, as Protector of the Wilderness and as a god prone to fits of madness and violence, can induce panic or wild fear in those who threaten his domain.

Cernnunos appears again in Elizabethan England, and is mentioned by Shakespeare, as Herne the Hunter, the demon and guardian of Windsor Forest, the Royal Wood. In this aspect it is said that he appears as Guardian of the Realm during times of National emergency and crisis. In modern times he is often called the God of the Witches and embodies uncorrupted masculine energy. A masculine energy that is fully-developed and in balance with the natural world

Cernnunos & The Sacred Wheel Of The Year We celebrate and honour Cernnunos as the Green Man in spring and summer, the light half of the year and as the Dark One or the Dark God in autumn and winter, the dark half of the year. He appears in spring as the young Son, child of the Goddess, embodiment of the budding, growing, greening world. In summer He is the Green Man, vibrant, pulsing with life essence, the consort of the Green Lady Goddess. It is in autumn, the dying time, that perhaps we see the Horned God most clearly. He is the sacrificed one, who, wounded unto death begins his journey to the Underworld, returning to the Earth from which he was born and where the seeds of light released from his decaying body will quicken Her womb with a new Sun once again.

The Path To Cernnunos The path to Cernnunos is both through the natural world: seeking out the wild places and a deep understanding of the processes of growth, bounty, decay, rest, and rebirth, and through Otherworld journeys to the Middleworld forest of which he is guardian. One may experience this both actually and symbolically by following the path that disappears over the horizon into the distance and moves away from the ‘civilized’ world and into the heart of the Wild Wood. Often experienced as traveling away from the centre to the perimeter, this is in actuality a return to the Centre. When the seeker reaches the god's forest the track ends, and her/his pathways are found by other means. After entering the Wildwood the seeker cannot be followed, nor can s/he follow another. Whatever pathways are discovered disappear in passing, and the Wood is trackless once again, for each one's way is different. In the Forest of Cernnunos there is a stillness, an otherworldly feeling, as if one has passed out of time. Here the mind is not supreme. It is instinct, the innate wisdom of the body that guides us to Him.

The Way Of Cernnunos The way of Cernnunos is the way of the shaman or any person who truly seeks Communion with the Land. Yet, one cannot speak of Cernnunos without speaking of Anu or Don, the All Mother who gave Him birth. The way of Cernnunos is through the One. Like Her, Cernnunos is a Being or Power that existed before time and before the gods, the Shining Ones. Together they are First Mother and First Father, All Mother and All Father who brought the gods into being. Limitless and everlasting His energy permeates Her matter through every aspect of life to the sub-atomic. As Lord of the Dance He is present in the billions and billions of infinitely small movements that make up the seemingly chaotic Dance of Life, the Dance of Making and Unmaking. He is truly the Life that never, never dies, for even as nothingness he is self-originating. He is triple as She is triple. He is Cernnunos: Father, Son, and Wild Spirit.

Cernnunos Chant Cern-nu-noh-oh-oh-oh-os Stag Horned Hunter, Hunted One Join Us Now Cer-nu-noh-oh-oh-oh-os Greenwood Lord of Life and Death Join Us Now Cern-nu-noh-oh-oh-oh-os Herne and Pan and Every Man Join Us Now (6)

BIBLIOGRAPHY OF SOURCES Anderson, William. Green Man: The Archetype of our Oneness with the Earth. London: HarperCollins Publishers Limited, 1990. Carr-Gomm, Philip & Stephanie. The Druid Animal Oracle: Working with the Sacred Animals of the Druid Tradition. New York: Simon & Schuster Inc., 1994. Conway, D. J. By Oak, Ash, & Thorn: Modern Celtic Shamanism. St. Paul, MN: Llewellyn Publications, 1995. Corrigan, Ian. The Portal Book: Teachings and Works of Celtic Witchcraft. Cleveland Heights, OH: Chameleon Press, 1996. Knight, Sirona. Greenfire: Making Love With the Goddess. St. Paul, MN: Llewellyn Publications, 1995. Matthews, Caitlín. Singing the Soul Back Home: Shamanism In Everyday Living. Shaftesbury, Dorset, United Kingdom: Element Books Limited, 1995. Matthews, John. The Celtic Shaman: A Handbook. Shaftesbury, Dorest, United Kingdom: Element Books Limited, 1991. Matthews, Caitlín and John. The Encyclopædia of Celtic Wisdom. Shaftesbury, Dorset: Element Books Limited, 1994. Stewart, R. J. The Way of Merlin: The Prophet, the Goddess, and the Land ¬ Techniques of Transformation from the Merlin Tradition. London: The Aquarian Press, 1991. Zell, Morning Glory. ‘Pan.’ Green Egg: A Journal of Awakening Earth Vol. 27, No. 104, Spring 1994: 12-13, 49.

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The Can-Am Defender HD8 is an entry-level four-wheel drive ATV with a variety of impressive features. These include Heavy-duty chassis, Variable-rate power steering, and off-camber performance. The Defender is aimed at challenging the market for recreational work vehicles.

Variable-rate power steering

The Can-Am Defender HD8 is a sporty utility UTV that offers stable handling at high speeds and sure cornering. Its long-travel suspension and rear sway bar make it easy to control even in the most difficult terrain. The variable-rate power steering helps reduce the impact of jolts and provides a smoother ride.

This Can-Am SUV is a real workhorse. Its 4,500-pound winch and massive 6"-by-4'5" cargo box give it a high payload capacity and ample storage. It also has a towing capacity of up to 2500 lbs. The Can-Am Defender is a great choice for the job site or the trail. The HD8 is equipped with a variety of transmissions, including Neutral, High, and Low. It also comes standard with a work-specific low gear for added stability.

Heavy-duty chassis

The Can-Am Defender HD8 heavy-duty chassis combines ruggedness and capability to create a rugged, versatile off-road vehicle. Its automotive-like technology and fabrication tolerances are in line with modern pickup trucks, ensuring rigidity and durability. The engine's twin cylinders have an output of 50 horsepower and 50 lb-ft of torque, and the engine's location in the rear of the chassis makes access to the engine easier.

The Can-Am Defender HD8 is powered by a V-Twin engine with 50 horsepower and 50 pound-feet of torque. Top-trim Can-Am Defender models can tow up to 2,500 pounds. The chassis is made from high-strength, low-alloy steel. It also comes with a 4-mode traction system.

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The Can Am Defender HD8 is an off-roader that features a powerful engine and an advanced transmission. The Quick Response System and PRO-TORQ CVT ensure instant throttle response. The engine is equipped with a high-flow ventilation system and electronic belt warning system to keep the vehicle running smoothly. It also features a traditional shift pattern, which helps provide maximum comfort for drivers under any conditions.

The Can Am Defender HD8 off-camber is capable of reaching speeds of over 105 mph. Its powerful engine produces a healthy exhaust note that comes from behind the cab. Its gear shift lever has a positive engagement, which results in fast and smooth shifting. The clutch works smoothly without causing a jerky feeling. It is also quick to pick up speed and picks up speed when releasing the throttle.

Durable construction

If you're looking for an ATV that can take you off-road without sacrificing comfort and convenience, the Can-Am Defender HD8 is the vehicle for you. Its durable construction makes it one of the most stable ATVs on the market, and its ten-inch rear suspension travel provides smooth rides even on bumpy terrain. This model also offers a spacious passenger compartment and ample storage space. Its versatility makes it a great addition to your work fleet or recreational outings.

The Can-Am Defender isn't just a capable off-road vehicle--it's also a legitimate workhorse. Its chassis features automotive-style technology and fabrication tolerances that are similar to those found in modern pick-up trucks. Its frame is made from HSLA (high-strength, low-alloy) grade steel, and Can-Am engineers put it through a rigorous Utility Test Cycle before it hit the market. Its durability was also tested on a range of winter and summer testing grounds.

Price

The Can-Am Defender HD8 is one of the most versatile work side-by-side vehicles on the market. It is built to handle any task and comes equipped with an industry-leading towing capacity and storage capacity. This makes it an excellent choice for farms, construction sites, and hunters. It also has a variety of accessories, including a winch, that let you customize it for your specific task.

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Vermilion Marauders

*A flyer hangs on various job-boards, and inside taverns throughout the city.*

ATTENTION!

All mercenaries, adventurers, researchers, and thieves! A life of danger and great reward calls to you!

Have you the stones to take a prize with us? 

In search of gold, ancient artifacts, and the like?

Vermilion Marauders is looking for individuals who would like an opportunity to travel to the darkest corners of Azeroth, and beyond! Vinarei Brooks is recruiting people to join various expeditions to search and collect valuable resources, and to uncover incredible marvels of the world! Leave your name, and experience, along with the best way to contact you at the Golden Keg, and we’ll be in touch as soon as possible! 

OOC Information:

Q. Who is Vermilion Marauders?

A. Vermilion Marauders is a newly formed ‘adventure’ guild located on Alliance side, offering compelling DM-style events (D20) tailored to get people out into the world of Azeroth. IC rewards and treasures are up for grabs for the majority of events. (Criminals, thieves, and otherwise ‘dark’ rp is accepted)

Q. What are the ranks of the guild?

A. After the two week trial (to determine if you are a good fit for us, and vice versa) there are two ranks one can fall into:

Reaver: The muscle, the fighters, those who great a plan of attack, and are sent to retrieve items.

Inquisitor: The brains, those who excel at researching various items that are brought to light, and will prepare the group for what to expect on an expedition.

Please note: you are not limited to one role or the other, but can participate in both with a ‘specialty’ in one or another.

Q. Can any race/class/level join?

A. Absolutely. Though some might be under scrutiny or mistrusted at first, all are welcome to give a shot and see where/if they fit in. While there is no level restriction on joining, events will take place all over, where some level restriction might be required (I.E.: Broken Isles, Deepholm, and Uldum, etc).

Q. How difficult is the DM system?

A. Not difficult at all. We keep it basic, for the most part, as to not confuse players who are either new to the game, or new to the style of event. It’s a very simple D20 roll system, and we will not be adding modifiers until later down the road. In other words, someone who has never participated in such an event will easily be able to keep up with and understand the process.

In our events, we want your character’s abilities to be played to their full potential. We all know the stigma attached to OP characters. If one was in a fight with another character and would (for example) have the knowledge and ability to send a wave of lava at their foe, but instead send a tiny spark of fire due to not wanting to seem OP, we allow for the full ability to be displayed in our DM events and adjust accordingly.

Q. With Argus being such a threat, why a guild focused on artifact hunting?

A. Not everyone wants to RP the fight on Argus. Some characters would never IC join the fight for their own personal reasons, or inabilities. Not everyone is meant to be a hero. Also, this will be a steady stream of RP that will continue on through the various patches, expansions, etc.

Q. Can you give an example of what events will take place?

A. Most events are centered around various artifacts/relics/weapons that are mentioned over time, and we aim to either tailor them to something someone in the guild can ICly use, and if not, sell on the black market. Please note that while most might sound OP, there are -always- drawbacks for each item, and we have rules for interaction with non-guildies when it comes to these items.

-- A relic located deep in the heart of Firelands (this might be something to help a fire mage better understand the magic/element, and we’d give the ‘phoenix hatchling’ vanity pet as a reward they’d eventually be able to conjure.) -- A torq (current story arc) in the shape of a snake made of an unknown metal with two gems for eyes, rumored to be able to stop time for a matter of seconds to allow one to flee, can also physically transform into a venomous snake. -- Planting explosives at a competitor’s research site -- Heading to the Storm Peaks in search of ancient texts and tomes -- Escorting dangerous artifacts through enemy territories -- Breaking into a well-known library to ‘retrieve’ transcribed texts -- Letting off some steam down in the brawlpub -- A ‘friendly’ game of kickball -- And much more!

If interested, please contact Vinaréi (alt+0233), or message me here!

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Activities to thrill you in Malaysia

Some people are thrill seekers, and are always looking for that adrenaline rush, no matter where it leads them!

Speed, excitement, bumps and bruises, even a scar or two is worth it, body aches and all the rest!

If that's what you're looking for, and thrilling spills are your game, this list is for you!

ATV Ride, KL

ATVs, or all-terrain vehicles, allow you to ride rough terrain and lush vegetation, while continuing this adventure in the heart of the Malaysian forests and beyond. As with any outdoor activity, be sure to bring water and change of clothes. The rain is almost always expected, even if it is not planned!

Bungee Jumping

Bungee jumping is certainly NOT for sensitive souls. However, if you are looking for thrills, this is the ultimate activity for you! For the adrenaline junkies just waiting to jump in the air, one of the places you can do is the Sunway Lagoon Extreme Park.

Flyboarding in Putrajaya

The Flyboard, another exciting extreme water sport, will literally take you to greater heights!

This unique sporting experience is achieved by attaching a watercraft, which propels the Flyboard into the air, using air and water. For the moment, this sport is only available at Marina Putrajaya.

Paragliding

Tandem paragliding is available not too far from Kuala Lumpur, and is available year-round, depending on weather conditions. Currently, two main sites for this activity are in Selangor and Sabah.

Hiking and Trekking

While some might discuss the "extreme nature" of these activities, try a 3-day trekking trip in 2 nights to the Mulu Pinnacles!

For some laid-back, family-friendly activities, this basic nature-based activity is suitable for almost all age groups, with different levels of strength and endurance. Most of the hiking trails here will lead you to a waterfall or river, and you will certainly be rewarded with a fresh dip after all your efforts.

White Water Rafting

From beginner to hardcore, white water rafting is available in many parts of Malaysia; at Sg Gopeng, Slim River at Perak and Sungai Singor, which is on the border of Perak and Kelantan.

Diving

Perhaps the most "soft" extreme sports, diving will transport you to a whole new colorful and exciting world!

This activity is offered almost everywhere in Malaysia, from Kedah to Johor; from Perak to Sabah. The islands of Langkawi, Pangkor, Sibu, Perhentian, Tioman, to Sipadan, famous all over the world, are waiting to hypnotize you with all that they have to offer.

Wreck Diving

The difference between wreck diving and open water diving is that wreck diving is the exploration of the wreckage of ships, aircraft and other artificial structures. However, most wreck diving sites are on wrecks. One of them must be at least 18 years of age, hold an Advanced Open Water certification and prove that they have at least 50 registered dives. Additional certification requirements may include wreck bases, caverns or the like.

Ziplining

The zip line, or more commonly known as the flying fox, is an activity consisting of a pulley suspended from a cable, usually made of stainless steel, mounted on a slope. It allows travel by natural gravity, from the highest point to the bottom of the inclined cable, while being attached to a free-motion pulley.

Many places offer such activities, including extreme parks and nature-oriented business parks, including Sabah and Langkawi.

Parasailing

Parasailing is a recreational kite activity in which a person is towed behind a vehicle while attached to a specially designed wing that looks like a parachute, also called a sail. The mobile anchor of the kite can be a car, a truck or a boat.

Via Ferrata, Mount Kinabalu

A via ferrata (or "iron route" in Italian, via ferrate plural) is a protected mountain trail consisting of a series of bars, rails, cables and bridges surrounding the rock wall. It provides access to panoramic parts of the mountain that are generally only accessible to climbers and mountaineers.

There are some minimum requirements for those wishing to participate in this activity, but rest assured that you are using modest equipment, a good head for heights and a basic technique, walking on the Via Ferrata is very safe, led by an experienced guide .

Mountain Torq is the highest via ferrata in the world and Asia's first via ferrata is located on the rock face of Mount Kinabalu, Panalaban. Beginning at 3,200 meters and ending at 3,776 meters above sea level at Mount Kinabalu, Sabah, Malaysian Borneo.

The minimum requirements for the first time via ferrate climber are:

Average fitness level (able to walk up to 3,200 meters in 6 hours)

10 years and older for Walk the Torq

17 years old and up for Low's Peak Circuit

A minimum height of 1.3 meters

Free to restrict physical disabilities, be fit, healthy and without fear of emptiness to fully participate in the activity safely

No previous mountaineering experience required

A maximum of 6 mountaineers per group is allowed to perform Via Ferrata at a time.

Microlight

Microlight is a one or two seater aircraft that is mainly simulated by the movement of hang-gliding. It is relatively new in Malaysia. We will have the unique chance to enjoy an aerial view of the destination,

BASE Jumping

BASE Jumping is the sport of jumping structures, hills or unmoved mountains. YOU MUST be a qualified parachutist before attempting BASE jumping. Every year, the KL Tower organizes the KL Tower International BASE Jump (www.menarakl.com.my), which brings together the BASE Jumpers for a series of international jumps organized in Malaysia.

Skydiving

Parachuting, undeniably, will give you an adrenaline rush like the others! Getting out of a moving plane and feeling the wind blowing over your face is not a thrill easy to forget, and certainly NOT everyone!

If you do not like getting out of planes, maybe you can start with the sport by trying it inside? Yes, inside! Head to the 1-Utama Mall in Petaling Jaya, where Airrider is located.

Shark Diving

Fancy a swim among the hammerheads?

Diving offers a unique experience of discovering underwater life. The colors and variety of marine life are incomparable on earth. If you love lush tropical forests, then you will be fascinated by the unrestrained micro-life and the gentle giants of the ocean.

Shark diving gives you unique sensations, and if you're feeling a bit worried, beginners can try out the indoor and controlled environment offered by Aquaria KLCC.

Caving

There are hundreds of caves in Malaysia and cave enthusiasts will be spoiled for choice, from the huge caves far away from Mulu National Park to the busy tourist sites within the city limits, such as the Batu Caves.

Some caves, like the Gua Tempurung cave in Perak, are quite accessible because the entrance is close to the main roads, similar to the Batu caves, while others are only accessible by trekking or even by boat.

Wakeboarding

Wakeboarding, very simply, is skateboarding on the water. You simply surf on the surface of the water behind a motorboat at high speed.

The sport is rather new in Malaysia, but it attracts more and more fans among thrill seekers and adrenaline junkies!

Currently, there are two places where you can indulge in this sport of wet and wild water sports: mines (Philea Mines Beach Resort) and Marina Putrajaya.

Kayaking within the Langkawi Geopark

Kayaking is pretty easy, and most people would have tried it at least once in their life. Kayaking in the Langkawi Geopark is an experience that is not available elsewhere!

Maneuvering in Langkawi mangroves offers a taste of adventure and exercise while enjoying nature. The trip will also offer the chance to become acquainted with the ecology of mangroves, especially with wildlife, such as monkeys, vipers, eagles, otters, some endemic birds and the common mustache lizard.

Waterfall Abseiling

Get off the edge of the rocks in a fast waterfall. It sounds exciting and the most difficult!

Abseiling is the sport of repelling a series of lines along waterfalls that can reach the height you dare to try, depending on your level of expertise. Like any other extreme sport, safety first!

Rock Climbing

Climbing requires a certain set of skills and strength, and certainly not for the faint hearted!

The most popular site will be the Batu Caves in Selangor and offers around 170 routes. With so many routes, the site offers a challenge for all levels of climbing.

Malaysia being a tropical country, the weather can be quite unpredictable, but do not worry! We have the largest Indoor Climbing Center in Asia, Camp 5, located on the 5th floor of the 1 Utama Shopping Center. It is the largest climbing gym, 24 m high and fully air conditioned. The gym also offers a 270-degree panoramic view of the city, a café and a climbing workshop. 400 rocks, main roads and upper ropes, suitable for all, from beginner to advanced, are available here. The itineraries are modified and changed every 3 to 6 months to keep things fresh and stimulating.

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Greater Heights: Climbing Mount Kinabalu, The Roof of Malay Archipelago

Standing at Low’s Peak, Mount Kinabalu (Gunung Kinabalu), the most dramatic feature in Sabah and the tallest peak between the Himalayas & New Guinea.

Traveling to Borneo for a month obviously gave me the idea of climbing Mt. Kinabalu but due to logistical hindrances, I wasn’t sure that it would be possible. But as I saw the mountain from the plane, I was like, “I want to be there, I need to be there.” 

Judging from the photos I saw online, it seems like Mt. Kinabalu would be a different experience for me compared to other mountains I’ve climbed before. Also, I haven’t had any experience being in an altitude more than 3,000 meters. 

When I did my research, I found out that Sabah Parks only issue 185 climb permits per day so one has to book early to avoid disappointment. I’m glad that even with my late inquiry, at June 1, I was able to get a slot from River Junkie, a local travel agency who efficiently made all the arrangements for the entire Gunung Kinabalu trip. 

DAY 1

River Junkie’s van picked me up at Jesselton Residences at 6:45AM, we started the two-hour ride going to Kinabalu National Park.  

After checking our passports, completing registration, and picking up our packed lunch, we had a short ride to Timpohon Gate which is the starting and ending points for all climbers at 1,866masl. We started the 6-kilometer initial trek at 9:30 AM.

The trail is well defined and maintained and the assault consists of endless rough, uneven, staircase climbing. 

At Layang Layang Shelter (at 2,702masl), many hikers will notice the effects of the decreased air pressure. Rapid heart rate and shortness of breath are signs of trekking in thin air. 

Some of the hikers who accompanied me decided to go down due to altitude sickness before reaching the base camp.

After six-kilometer assault through lowland rain forest to montane forest, and then cloud forest, I reached the Panalaban Base Kamp at 2:40PM in a sub-alpine meadow terrain. 

There are several dormitory buildings in the area with hot showers, toilets, cooked food and basic sharing rooms with bunk beds. 

I stayed at Pendant Hut where Via Ferrata climbers have their seminar; while the others from our tour group stayed in Laban Rata. 

Knowing that we were expected to get up by 2AM, I tried my best to sleep right after the dinner but because of altitude insomnia, I was still up at 12:30AM and gave up on any idea of getting a good night’s sleep.

DAY 2

For the second part of this climb, we started our hike to summit at 2:45AM. It was raining as we started up endless flights of steps with some ladders and ropes. The organizers told us that we’d hike for an hour and attain a higher elevation to see if the rain might clear. They told us that if the rain continued, they would require us to turn back because attempting the summit in a storm was not safe. Needless to say, we were quite anxious about the possibility of continuing rain, as there was no possibility of refund of the tour fees even if we had to turn back because of weather.

Above Laban Rata the vegetation disappears. The next stage of the climb is an open trail over a massive bare granite slab. Fortunately the rain stopped and was replaced by dense fog. As we ascended the granite, it became very cold with a strong wind on our way up to the summit. The fog obstructed visibility even with my head torch on.

The final ascent was 100 meters of scrambling over loose rocks and large boulders before reaching Low's Peak. 

At 4:45am, after the 8.5 kilometre (5.25 miles) trek to the top, I was finally at the majestic 4,095m (13,435 feet above sea level) summit of Mount Kinabalu, the highest mountain between the Himalayas and New Guinea. Unfortunately, it was still night!

I reached the summit an hour earlier than the recommended time because of my fast pace. 

As a result, I waited shivering in the cold for the sunrise. I only had a few moments to savor the sunrise on the summit since I had to arrive at the Low’s Peak Circuit’s meeting point before 6:30AM.

The stunning scenery along the summit trail from Low’s Peak.

Through the Mountain Torq organization, I got to experience the world’s highest via ferrata at 3,776 meters above sea level. 

“Via ferrata” is a term little known outside of the European Alps. It means “iron path” in Italian and describes an engineered route of steel cables and iron rungs and sometimes ladders and bridges that provide access to dangerous routes with increased safety. I started the LPC at 6:45AM and finished the 1.1kilometer via ferrata LPC route in two hours, at 8:50AM.

The end-point of Low’s Peak Circuit is Walk the Torq, so technically, I experienced both trail of via ferrata! To me, it was a vertical playground. The experience of crossing the mountain via ferrata will definitely provide memories for years to come. 

I don’t have a great fear of heights so I found the LPC to be exciting. Others might experience it as nerve-wrecking or frightening as the steel cable crosses sheer cliffs with thousand meter plunges to the valley below.

After traverse-descent from the summit via ferrata, II still had 700 meters to go before reaching the Pendant Hunt to get my well-deserved breakfast. 

I checked-out at Pendant Hut at 11:00 AM and reached Timpohon Gate at 1:30. That concludes my Mt. Kinabalu journey! I will post a separate blog about Via Ferrata Low’s Peak Circuit soon.

The entire trip, from 6-km steep assault from Timpohon Gate to sumptuous dinner and cozy accommodation at Panalaban Base Camp, reaching Low’s Peak and the descent from the summit is simply breathtaking. The barren rock formations on a clear day above the clouds is magical. Defying gravity Via Ferrata Low’s Peak Circuit is indeed the highlight! and I’m glad I did it. Maraming salamat, Gunung Kinabalu!