#world tag | [dromund kaas]

[certified-hunterfucker]

world tag post.. augh.. i wanted to say planet but not all of these are planets so what ev er

[swtorpadawan]

“Killing that beast was your ritual blooding – so you’re already Mandalorian in spirit if not in name.” Mandalore declared proudly. Xadya had just returned to the Spirit of Vengeance from Dromund Kaas, having slain a mighty creature that had dwelled in the caves of that dark world for years if not centuries.

The job had been a final test for the hunter. One she’d passed with flying colors.

“Now do me the honor of joining my brothers and sisters in the great clan.”

Tagging - @catierambles @yamisnuffles @rhomellegacy @shabre-legacy @freebirdcreates @cinlat

[lordviridis]

Fictober 11 - Escape

Prompt: Escape

Summary: Aleena has managed to get off Dromund Kaas. Now she just has to figure a way off the Empire’s favourite tourist spot. Early 14 ATC.

Rating: Gen

Tags: Chill and hopeful vibes

Aleena had forgotten what warmth of the sun felt like on her skin. The rare sunny days on Dromund Kaas were still overcast by the usual rain. Not to mention the colourful houses and banners that filled the streets along with live music. It was so much easier to smile and breathe. Even the Force felt lighter, puzzling with life.

As far as her escape paths could go, Esliea was definitely her best bet. As a popular tourist spot, the flights had been frequent and she had managed to not even have to choose her flight until her moment had come. Now it was all about getting to Nar Shaddaa. Those flights were less frequent, but as one of the few Imperial worlds open to outside, they did happen. Now she just had the day to kill.

Luckily the market was easy to blend in, filled with delicious food and wares definitely made for the tourists. She’d already got a giant hat and scarf to hide her face a little. It was entirely possible father had already sent people after her. Living in the Empire had made her paranoid.

The Imperial credits fall from her fingers as she pays for her meal. Better use them all up, she wouldn’t need them soon enough. 

Aleena slowly eats the paella as she takes the sights in. Esliea was beautiful, if she was staying for longer, she might have gone to enjoy one of the beaches, gardens, or museums. Despite how the Empire usually was, there was a beauty to it all. But she had to get back to the Republic, back home.

She gasps as a hand grabs her shoulder. “You shouldn’t be here, now should you?”

[fluffynexu]

Astralignment

and the Korribani Calendar System

Before the arrival of the Exiles the native Sith on Korriban had their own system of keeping track of time. Over the years, this became standardized and refined and is still in use by a large portion of the modern Pureblood community. Since the ancient Sith were observant beings of their world, many of the names and symbols reflected their natural environment. All of these aspects go into what is known as a Sith’s astralignment (astro-alignment).

Since the Empire runs on Imperial Standard Time (IST), anything relating to Korriban or any other Imperial world is referred by the local time of that planet.

Compare a year on  Dromund Kaas to Korriban:

Dromund Kaas (everything in standard)

24 hours/day

312 days/year

7,488 hours/year

60 minutes = 1 hour

24 hours = 1 day

5 days = 1 week

7 weeks = 1 month

35 days = 1 month

8 months (+4 weeks and 4 holidays) = 1 year

312 (standard)days = 1 year

Korriban

28 (standard) hours/day

780 (local) days/year

21,840 (standard) hours/year

70 (standard and local) minutes = 1 hour

24 (local) hours = 1 day

10 (local) days = 1 week

6.5 (local) weeks = 1 month

65 (local) days = 1 month

12 (local) months = 1 year

780 (local) days = 1 year

This roughly makes 1 Korribani year approximately 2.9 [Dromund] Kaasi years.

Calendars

The days on Korriban are annotated on some versions of the Imperial calendar alongside the standard days.

In this example, names of the days on the calendar reflect the IST. The black numbers indicate the date in IST, the red numbers represent the date of the Korribani calendar. Placement of the Korribani date indicate when that day begins in relation to the Kaasi one.

A. 00:00 is the same for both. B. 00:00 K starts at 04:00 DK. C. 00:00 K starts at 08:00 DK. D. 00:00 K starts at 12:00 DK. E. 00:00 K starts at 16:00 DK. F. 00:00 K starts at 20:00 DK. G. Loops back around and 00:00 K lines up 00:00 DK .

While seemingly complicated to some, most Sith have grown with this system of overlapping calendars and can easily tell the date by the positioning of the numbers in this format. 

There are of course, electronic versions where the date is shown simply:

Since the Korribani month is longer than the Kaasi one, the dates will continue through the Kaasi months. These next two pictures show how long 1 Korribani month is in relation to a Kaasi one.

There is also a version of the Korribani calendar that does not overlap with IST. These are used locally on the planet.

The days of the Korribani week were named after major gods from the most widespread pantheon on the planet:

Ahmuriq, from Ahmurn: the creator god.

Marseriq, from Marserha: mother goddess of the Sith.

Bashariq, from Bashara: goddess of passion.

Teraiq, from Teral: god of protection and justice.

Iskarliq, from Iskarln: god(dess) of conflict and war.

Marduriq, from Mardur: patron god of the Massassi and strength.

Rusaniq, from Rusanel: goddess of knowledge.

Zefiriq, from Zefir: goddess of the hunt.

Shumariq, from Shumari: god of the harvest.

Goruiq, from Gorul: the trickster god(dess).

Months

There are numerous constellations in the Korribani sky. Twelves of these mark the months of the year as well as going into the astalignment. The 12 major, monthly constellations all depict local fauna from ancient fables and have certain characteristics that are commonly associated with them.

1. Yuninchâtsutuyok, the jiminat and agzonûboj engaged in eternal conflict. Dedicated, ambitious, and insightful.

2. Qyalatuyok, the qyalak. Calm, sentimental, and inquisitive.

3. Badzuriqatuyok, the badzuriqash. Tenacious, practical, and direct.

4. Kaarjontuyok, the kaarjontû. Spontaneous, contemplative, and observant.

5. Tukatatuyok, the tukata. Loyal, respectful, and staunch.

6. Hatyatuyok, the hatya. Articulate, perceptive, and adaptable.

7. Lomaituyok, the lomait. Disciplined, fearless, and competitive.

8. Dzushatuyok, the dzushaj. Private, calculating, and flexible.

9. Mowhetuyok, the mowhef. Stern, traditional, and ruthless.

10. Dyaltituyok, the dyaltir. Mischievous, studious, and charismatic.

11. Jhan’dikanatuyok, the lost dikana. Creative, sociable, and resourceful.

12. Niqoituyok, the niqoit. Erudite, cunning, and free-spirited.

Years

The years are also represented by local animals. No one, not even Sith scholars or historians, are sure of the origin of how these animals came to represent the years on Korriban’s calendar. It is one of the many parts of Sith culture that have been lost since it is believed this particular record has been passed down through oral tellings.

The years are kept track of in a 6-year cycle with each year emphasizing a likely success for the ones born in that year.

Chiroik - Wealth

Wokinai - Knowledge

Natûsh - Fame

Dzenal - Influence

Litskoj - Power

Sulemish - Longevity

(ie. Those born in the year of the Sulemish will have a long life.) This again factors into a Sith’s astralignment.

In addition to the years, these 6 animals are also used for the hours on Korriban. But time is not conveyed in the same manner as Basic. While in Basic one would simply say “14:25” (or two twenty-five in the afternoon) the Sith have a much more involved way to convey time.

For example: Shyracks screech and return to their caves as the priestess prepares the altar in the hour of the wokinai.

Translates to: 07:15 local time (or seven fifteen in the morning).

As a side note, a few centuries ago Darth Feras domesticated and bred wrats within the Empire. At first they weren’t seen with much interest by her peers. But popular rumor has it that she pointed out her creations embody the physical traits of the yearly beasts.

Eyes - Chiroik

Ears - Wokinai

Body - Natûsh

Hands - Dzenal

Feet - Litskoj

Tail - Sulemish

Afterwards they quickly became a favored pet and companion among the Sith, being seen as an auspicious animal.

While not related to their calendar there is a tradition of being assigned a birth flower. For this, the Sith do not look to their skies but rather, when a child is born the placenta is buried in a pot with 12 seeds. The first of these seeds to sprout becomes that Sith’s birth flower. These 12 flowers are also used in medicine, therapeutic or preventive, for some common ailments.

Serla for headaches.

Roshal for good eyesight.

Nashkir for sore throats.

Atsudqâ for heart health.

Hyaranjat for good digestion.

Mûyoin for muscle pain.

Shasâyar for fertility.

Jûzon for blood circulation.

Ashanin for bone mending.

Qoyo for fevers.

Chisiqsanu for irritated ridge skin.

Kûsk’inti for fatigue and replenishing energy.

The last two parts that go into a Sith’s astalignment are their energies. The weekly energies correspond with 4 classic “elements” of earth, fire, air, and water. While the daily energy simply refers to day or night (d/n) in regards to when the person was born.

Combined with all aspects mentioned in this document, year, month, weekly energy, day (+energy), and flower, one can study a Sith’s astalignment.  ex. Darth Vowrawn’s astalignment factors:

The study of these astralignments is a complicated field on to its own while the findings can be very important to some among the Sith. There are specialized scholars who offer their services to the old families so that the “perfect matches” (marriage, business, or otherwise) can be set up.

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aaaaahhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT’S DONE. i feel like frodo at mt. doom after the ring is destroyed omg... ;-;

SOOOO. i wanted, and i mean REALLY wanted, to finish this for lunar new year (for pretty obvious reasons lol)...... :,) welp. then i was like “i can do may 4″ lol NOPE. but here we are! still technically sith day? whatever. imma say I Did It. :D

also pls don’t laugh at my stupid drawings. i already know i can’t art. ok??? >,<

special thanks to @snootysith​ for giving me a bunch of sithy names and words for me to use. c: like y’all... coming up with fake words, that look and sound ok is really HARD (for my dumbass anyway)

other worldbuilding posts that are... sorta mentioned/used in this:

@inquisitorhotpants​‘s dk calendar

BOOS! x3

and some other stuff ....

but uh, yea. if you’re wondering “hang on there fluffy... did you really make a big, dumbass zodiac/astrology post??” the answer is...

yes.

yes i did... xU

but also i imagine the ancient sith had a lot of special and important dates for you know... religious things? *shrug* and over the many, many years all of this was passed down and prob altered in some way to fit into modern sith society? idk...

now imma say some things here bc i know For A Fact!!! that ppl don’t go onto original posts to read op tags on this hellsite lol.

and this isn’t me trying to sound like an arrogant asshole... but these are for some common questions that’ll undoubtedly come up:

yes, you can use this in any extent or manner.

no, you obvs don’t have to. ignore it if you want. i’ll be ok lol.

no, i’m not gonna write a long ass book with all the little details on every aspect of all the traits and then assign these things for your character(s). just make something up. that’s what i did here xD (plus my brain is d e a d from this)

yes, this is seen as a mostly(!) tomato pureblood sith thing but obvs attitudes are different between individuals. some are super into it, some could careless and think it’s all fake news, some have parents that care too much about it which is annoying and interfering with their life so they lowkey hate it lol.

no, i couldn’t do a read more bc it wouldn’t look as nice and i worked hard ok? ;-; i apologize for clogged dashes in advance.

i think that’s it? ofc feel free to hmu if you’re ok with a reply that can take anywhere from a few min to 3 business days ^-^;

[astralflows]

Follower Meme || Lord Praxyrn

(I got tagged more than a month ago so i’m definitely late to the party / tagging: anyone who sees this and wants to do it!)

Class: Sith Inquisitor (Sorcerer)   Weapon: The Force, Lightsaber.

Selection lines

“It better be worth my time.”

“Ah. You again.”

“Why…”

“What do you want?”

“Please, let’s hurry, I have better things to do.”

Battle lines

“This better be interesting.”

“Surrender or die.”

“Beg for mercy and I shall grant you a quick death.”

“You don’t stand a chance.”

“Finally. I was getting bored.”

Exiting Battle

“They never learn.”

“Pathetic.”

“Fools.”

“Boring.”

“You fight well, I’m impressed.”

Low Health

(to the PC) “This is all your fault, you have underestimated the enemy!”

“I am a Lord of the Sith, how dare you!”

“Our enemies will pay for this.”

“If I die, tell Malgus… Oh, he knows.” (rare)

“Death, at last.”

Resurrected

“How embarrassing.”  

“We will never speak of this again.”

“Are you alright?”

“Next time, listen to me: learn about your enemies before you engage them.”

Misc. Click lines

“Hm…”

“I think we should keep moving.”

“Aren’t you bored?”

“Do you actually enjoy having me around?”

“What are you staring at?”

(On Korriban) “So much history. Fascinating, isn’t it? Can we stay here a bit longer?”

(On Nar Shaddaa) “I hate this planet. Everything is so loud and bright. Why did you take me here?”

(On Ilum and Ossus) “Can we visit the Jedi ruins? I promise I won’t touch anything.”

(On Hoth) “This place reminds me of Iraess. Hm… In a good way of course.” (rare)

(On Dromund Kaas) “Finally back at home. I hope I didn’t miss anything important.”

(On Voss) “Interesting culture. I am intrigued, but… I think we should leave. These people shouldn’t have to suffer from our war.”

(On Corellia and Balmorra) “Another world destroyed by a pointless war. What a pity…”

+ bonus

When you first recruit him, you have no idea what he looks like. He always wears his mask and doesn’t show his face. If he trusts you (high approval), he will remove his mask and talk about his past, his friends and all the things he enjoys. 

You can flirt with him, but you can’t romance him. 

He rarely approves dark side choices.   He doesn’t approve altruism either. He greatly approves pragmatic and manipulative choices.

Favorite gifts: Cultural artifact, Imperial Memorabilia, Republic Memorabilia, Luxury.

[depizan]

I was thinking about the post I reblogged about the loss of the Alliance in SWTOR, and some of my other disappointments with how faction is handled in the game, and how faction based MMOs in general tend to get stuck in this kind of "eternal conflict" mode. (Not that factionless MMOs don't get stuck in their own kind of weird "eternal conflict" mode, too. Look at Guild Wars 2 and the growing list of things that have tried to destroy Tyria.)

But there are stories that lend themselves to a faction model, and SWTOR does have - or does begin with - one of those. It's just that with no prospect of whatever conflict divides the factions ever being resolved, you have a weird permanent stalemate situation, kind of. The Sith Empire will never win, because that would make Republic players unhappy. The Galactic Republic will never win, because that would make Empire players unhappy. No actual solution to the conflict can ever be found because then it would be game over. (Also, no real faction shifting because how would you code that?)

Except... maybe none of that is true. There are games that have faction shifting of a kind coded in. Think of all the minor factions in World of Warcraft, some opposed to one another, some just independent. Sure, those faction shifts are mostly achieved with some kind of grind, but it does prove that mutable factions are codeable.

This might even solve the problem of the Smuggler and the Bounty Hunter being tied to specific factions when that leads to some very odd story stuff, particularly outside of each class story. It suggests a way to handle factional grouping and third faction classes without making those factions "better" because all flashpoints are available to them.

Here is Mac's theoretical redesign of SWTOR with a different handling of factions and playing into the story focus that is the game's best quality.

Republic and Empire each get three classes, Smuggler and Bounty Hunter are Underworld (a third, neutral to the others faction). Since the galaxy is supposed to be under a peace treaty - the Treaty of Coruscant - you design the game with flexible faction tagging and lean in hard to the Cold War set up.

You have degrees of faction, just like those minor factions in WoW. I'm going to borrow the middle part of WoW's faction set up for this. Theirs runs Hated - Hostile - Unfriendly - Neutral - Friendly - Honored - Revered - Exalted. We just need the middle chunk, from Hostile to Friendly. Hostile is typical enemy mob: bar is red, it will attack you on sight. Unfriendly is an orange bar, but will not fight you unless you attack. Neutral is a yellow bar, again, will not fight you unless you attack. Friendly is typical allied mob: bar is green, etc.

Imperial players can go to Coruscant, and Republic players to Dromund Kaas, but everything is Unfriendly to them, they can't buy anything (except maybe at the spaceport?), and there are no quests available to them. Underworld players start out one tick up at Neutral and have a few merchants and quests available. Ones that it makes sense would be available to random people. (This is to balance out Underworld space starting at Neutral to Pubs and Imps.) And, obviously, Pub space starts out Friendly to Pubs and Imps space Friendly to Imps. (Though I would be slightly tempted to have Korriban be neutral to the Agent class because, as a non-Force-Sensitive you don't really belong there.)

(As you can see, we're basically using a game mechanic to underline the state of galaxy. We can also set things so that people can't go fuck things up for their fellow players by coding it so that if you just go attack people on the opposite faction capitol, you get blipped to hostile and squashed like a bug.)

Now, we write the game like there is actually a Cold War happening. This means missions for Imps and Pubs that send people into "enemy" space (not, to start with the capital or Force User planets, though) where they have to accomplish their missions without attracting the attention of the other faction. We can take advantage of instancing to allow for diplomatic incidents, like thinking "well, they can't report I'm here if they're dead," without triggering the anti-trolling splat mobs. This is also where we introduce some side quests that give people the opportunity to work on becoming to Neutral with the opposite faction.

Smugglers and Bounty Hunters are off doing Underworld stuff, with some options to take quests that benefit the Republic or the Empire. (Giving them the chance to work on becoming Friendly with one or both factions.)

All class stories get written so that there are several potential outcomes. We're going to use the Agent story as a model here, and basically set it up so that everyone has a story line that ends with them still loyal to the faction they began with, now Underworld/Unallied, or loyal to the opposite faction. This gets paired with the ability for characters to keep doing things to make the other faction like them better and you're setting up defections or the decision to go neutral with mechanics and story.

You use the Cold War setting to ramp up general tension. Have more missions like that one on Republic Hoth where you can work with some Imperials. Or the times where a Sith Warrior can use Republic soldiers to their advantage. So the whole base game has this good overlay of people wanting peace and people wanting to go back to war (on all sides!). This lets you really flesh out the factions, and the good and bad people in them. Have a more positive sort of Gray Morality going on.

As far as Flashpoints go, you re-write The Black Talon/Esseles for proper Cold War subtlety. I think we want to use the intro flashpoints to give people a better idea of the kind of proxy conflict stuff, where you might be fighting what appear to be a third party (like pirates), but you get info (of the non provable kind) that they're working for the Empire/Republic. And maybe come up with some kind of mechanic where party members can get special communications based on faction. Like, the main (everybody) cut scenes for the Esseles talk about it being pirates that are attacking them, but the Jedi/Trooper characters get a quick comm call that the pirates are probably working for the Empire and after a particular person.

For all the shared flashpoints, you tweak them so they are truly shared. One queue for everyone, we still need to work out exactly how we're getting the different factions their special flavor bits, but there's more of that here. And maybe a kind of saboteur mechanic for things like what to do with the missiles on Cademimu, so that they can still be launched at a fleet for a DS option, but it's not in-character obvious that someone did it.

We can still have some Empire and Republic specific flashpoints, which we might allow Underworld characters who are Friendly with the right faction to do. (Or maybe not if we're keeping the ones we have. They've got a bit of a secret mission vibe. Maybe we add a fun treasure hunt flashpoint for the Underworld folks.)

The end of the base game becomes the Cold War going hot because of Revan (and let's say it's not the Republic at large backing him, but a smaller group within the Republic that's okay with his plan). Now we get proper fall out from someone wanting to commit mass murder, we get a good climax, and we can shift from writing eight class stories to three-ish main stories with class and faction related flavor bits. You'd have those fighting for the Republic (ex-Empire characters could get good flavor bits about fighting their old allies and some suspicion from their new ones - a suspicion ex-Underworld characters would also get), for the Empire (again, joined members get some good flavor bits), or who are with the Underworld now.

First expansion is the war, maybe with some of what we used to have in Chapter Three going on. I'm also kind of tempted to weave in some actual foreshadowing for Zakuul here. I'm not keen on Space Voldemort or the time skip, but other parts of those expansions seem worth trying to save. But maybe we have the player characters working with Lana and Theron like in the Revan expansion, but it's about hints that there's something bad coming instead.

Next expansion, Zakuul attacks, things go super to shit, Lana, Theron, some people from Zakuul and the player character(s) form the Alliance. Oooh, wait, lets go ahead and keep the Vitiate/Valkorian thing, and have killing the Emperor be the end of the first expansion (because he wants to eat the galaxy - he's gone mad, but the Empire as a whole won't acknowlege it and are following him off a cliff, the Republic isn't seeing him and the Empire as separate, even evil characters live in the galaxy, etc). Now, Zakuul invades because when you kill Vitiate, Valkorian keels over. Whoops.

(Zakuul is the backup plan. If he can't destroy the galaxy as Vitiate, here comes the uber-Empire! You just managed to off him, but the uber-Empire gets fired at the known galaxy anyway.)

Now we have one story going, with different flavors depending on the characters relation to the three old factions. Kind of like we do in the existing game. And we avoid bumping the player character up to a ridiculous level of authority by making them part of the leadership of the Alliance instead of the leader. Keep them more in line with the base game power level.

Not quite sure where we go from here, but basically you have this kind of flowing faction thing going through the game that meshes well with the story.

I don't know. Mostly I wanted to work out how you could do something more interesting with faction.

[raven-of-domain-kwaad]

Follower Meme: Ryscha Kine

Got tagged by @swtorpadawan​ Thank you so much! Already did Amarra so I’ll take a look at the other Kine sister for this.

I’ll leave this as an open tag as I know this went around to pretty much everyone I follow. Also I’m a bit lazy right now.

Class: Jedi Guardian

Weapons: Single purple bladed lightsaber, force powers

Selection line:

“What’s up?”

“It’s still me. Believe me, you’ll know if it’s my sire.”

“Jedi kill Sith, Sith kill Jedi and the galaxy burns. I wonder if we’re all insane trying to win philosophical debates through war.”

“Spar later? I’ll go easy on you.”

“We should get drinks later. I know a place that has great Corellian rum and surprisingly few Corellians.”

Battle Lines: 

 "Press the attack!”

“Take them down!”

“Do you actually think you have a chance?”

Exiting Battle:

"I’m sorry it came to this.”

“Nice form.”

“Could you possibly make any more noise?”

KO’d/Low Health: 

"I’ve got a problem here.”

“Please, don’t leave me.”

“He will not have me.”

“Into to void, like my mother before me.”

Resurrected:  

"I... thank you.”

“Sorry about that. I won’t make a habit of this.”

“I knew I should’ve stretched before this.”

“Ouch.”

Healing:

“That looks like it hurt.”

“Lets try and do better next time, yeah?”

Misc. Click Lines:  

"I wonder what the Jedi would think if they could see me now?”

“Wonder if I would’ve made it on Korriban? I hear the night’s are freezing and sand gets everywhere. So, I can’t say that I’d be eager to sign up.”

(rare) “Next person to call me the Heir to the Sith Empire gets stabbed.”

Planets: 

Courscant: "I hate this place. So many people up here lying and bending the truth for their own benefit while millions suffer in the lower levels.”

Dromund Kaas: “Does it ever stop raining here? How do you keep everything from rusting?”

Nar Shaddaa: "Spent a lot of time here after leaving the Order and it never fails to be interesting. Actually teamed up with an old Imperial Intelligence agent at one point. I should see how he’s doing.”

Tatooine: "So. Hot. Send me to Hoth instead of this.”

Alderaan: "They strut about like roosters, thinking that their titles mean something. But murder is still murder no matter how these people to pretty it up. This is a world of killers, be careful.”

Hoth: "I take back every bad thing I’ve ever said about Tatooine. Hoth sucks.”

Gifts:

Love (Cultural): "I... thank you. Thank you so much.”

Favorite (Underworld): "Someone’s trying to get on my good side.”

Like (Maintenance): "Appreciate it.”  

Indifferent: "Eh, won’t say no to a free... thing.”

Likes: Helping others, back talking Jedi, Sith and authority figures, acting independently of the Republic and Empire

Dislikes: Lying, abuses of power, dogma, the Emperor

Her part in the story below the cut because I’m ridiculous and integrating her into the whole KOTFE/ET story.

Story/recruitment: Ryscha would be an expansion character in KOTFE/ET.

She would first appear on Asylum as one of Lana Beniko’s contacts. Upon first meeting her, Ryscha would ask to speak with the Outlander alone. She would comment that she can sense the Emperor in the Outlander’s mind but not explain that she is technically his daughter through Sith force experiments. Then, depending on if the player used his power in the Endless Swamp or not, she would either say that he is never to be trusted or that working with him will come at a price that the Outlander might not be able to pay.

When it is revealed that Senya is the mother of Arcann and Vaylin, Ryscha would darkly comment that all children of the Emperor are dangerous, regardless of who their mother might have been (again hinting at a connection she has to the Emperor).

During the Battle of Asylum, she would be a third option to appear at the end of the duel with Arcann (say if neither Lana or Koth had been flirted with). She could either engage Arcann in a brief duel before cutting the floor out from under him and sending him falling to the levels below. Or, if the Outlander used Valkorion’s power, she would angrily call them a fool and again hint at her own connection and understanding of him but stop short of revealing anything else.

Ryscha would continue to serve as a field agent for the growing Alliance and butt heads with Senya and Koth a lot regarding their love of Zakuul and Valkorion. 

In Visions in the Dark, Valkorion would reveal that Ryscha is a failed experiment and child of his. He would use this information to mock the Outlander for trusting their companions when they hide such secrets and be a lead up to his whole reminding the Outlander what it is to be alone thing.

When the Outlander returns from the Wilds, they can confront Ryscha about her past. She’ll admit that it is true, she is the result of a failed Children of the Emperor 2.0 experiment. She would argue that she knows more than anyone how dangerous the Emperor’s creations are and that she can help bring down his Eternal Empire and her Tirall half siblings. The Outlander can either accept her help but warn her never to keep secrets like that again, banish her saying that she cannot be trusted or kill her with the Outlander agreeing with one of her earlier statements that all of the Emperor’s children and creations are dangerous. 

All three choices have a large impact on Senya. Ryscha being allowed to stay gives her hope of reaching and reasoning with her children. While banishing or killing Ryscha turns Senya against the Outlander and is a large reason why she steals Arcann away at the end of KOTFE.

If she is allowed to stay, she is then able to save Vette or Torian in KOTET. She will fight her half sister Vaylin and be severely injured in the process but the other companion will survive.

If she is banished, she will appear at the end of KOTET during the mind fight with Valkorion. She’d just shrug if the Outlander asks what she’s doing there. “I’ve been trying to kill him for years. I wasn’t going to let your little banishment tantrum get in my way.”

As she can be killed in KOTFE, her roll in the story beyond the Zakuul arc would be minimal. But she might show up in Echoes of Oblivion if banished or allowed to stay in the Alliance. If banished, she might be found fighting the Scions and the Hand on the HUGE ship. If allowed to stay in the Alliance, she would join you from the start.

[synoxshots]

That’s the easy part

Fill number 6 for fictober!

Prompt number: 2

Fandom: Star Wars: The Old Republic (SWTOR)

Rating: T

Warnings/Tags: Canon-typical violence, guns, alcohol reference. 

Summary: Onyxus has been accepted into the Grand Hunt, even if it wasn’t actually his idea to enter. There’s only one thing left to do before the Hunt begins: steal a ship from Dromund Kaas spaceport.

(Note: Onyxus isn’t my canon hunter, instead an extra member of Paxton Rall’s band of pirates)

Dromund Kaas was far from Onyxus's favourite planet. It wasn't just the weather, though the constant storms were hardly a selling point, but rather the constant imperial stuffiness they all had to put up with anywhere they went. As a bulky Rattataki, he was used to attracting a few wary stares, but walking around with four other aliens on a world that treated them like dirt meant the disdainful looks and filthy glances were never-ending.

Of course, the group tended to attract attention wherever they went. As a gang of pirates – or 'professionals', as they were supposed to say – they were hardly the quietest of citizens. Just adding some flair and panache to our surroundings, Paxton would say, even as a job required a touch of subtlety. Make enough noise and people will do anything to tune you out, Bloodhound would offer instead, which seemed far more likely.

But Onyxus wouldn't change them for anything. Paxton was his love, the crew his family, and even for all their excesses, he'd found a place where he belonged.

Even if they were responsible for his current predicament.

It had all seemed like such a good idea at the time, as many things tended to after several glasses of kri'gee in an evening. And that night marked his birthday as well as the end of another job, meaning more glasses than usual were going round. Double the reason to celebrate, as if they ever needed an excuse. He'd woken up in the morning with a pounding in his head and a flashing holocom telling him he'd been accepted into the Great Hunt. Nobody could quite remember who'd actually submitted his name, and pulled in their last favour with the Hutts to get him sponsored. Either that, or nobody wanted to own up to it.

But there was no backing out of it now he'd come this far. There was just one thing left to do before the Hunt began in earnest, a grand tradition to be fulfilled. Steal a ship, and from one of the most heavily monitored ports in all imperial space.

“But we already have a ship!” Rin exclaimed, his voice standing out even in the constant din of the Nexus Room cantina.

“I don't know why you're complaining when you're the one who got me into this mess,” Onyxus retorted.

“Me?! I'm pretty sure Bloodhound was the one who-”

His words were cut off as the Togruta began spinning her blaster in her hand, “Are you sure you want to finish that sentence?”

“Easy folks, easy,” chuckled Paxton. “Have you forgotten we are the finest in the galaxy at our craft? Led by the most brilliant, cleverest, charismatic, and – well – devilishly handsome captain around? Stealing a ship is a piece of theatre, and when have we ever turned down the chance to put on a show of it?”

* * * * * * * *

Any thoughts of a subtle approach were lost the minute the five aliens strutted into the spaceport with a dramatic air of confidence that only made it obvious that it wasn't, in fact, a ship that belonged to them. Yet. Paxton had been right, they were certainly going to put on a show.

Paxton and Bloodhound were stood back to back, spinning together in a perfect circle as they fired volleys of blaster bolts at their foes, their lekku flying behind them. Rin had taken the physical approach, almost making the ground shake as he tackled his opponents to the floor, kicking their weapons from their hands before they could think to use them. Onyxus also made full use of his size, looming over spaceport officials and incapacitating them with only the slightest effort. And if anyone managed to avoid those four there was still the Mauler, the smallest of the bunch, able to weave about and pop up in unexpected places, leaving a trail of explosions in his wake.

The fight was over within minutes. The crew may have been outnumbered, but it was a well-rehearsed routine mixing distraction, diversion, and all-out blazes of gunfire and brute force. They each knew their roles to perfection, practised on many occasions across the galaxy. Such events were an occupational hazard, after all, and they'd all received enough kolto in their lives to learn the cost of any mistakes.

“I still prefer our ship,” Rin complained, stomping his boots as he caught up with the rest of the crew.

“Well lucky for you, someone has to fly that off this rock too, and it sounds like you've just volunteered yourself. Unless there's any objections, of course,” laughed Paxton, preparing for the inevitable squabble that would trigger amongst the crew.

“Hang on, does the Hunter have to fly the ship as well? Because if Onyx is flying then I'm definitely going in ours,” gibed Bloodhound, already revelling in the offended look on the Rattataki's face.

“I don't think that's how it wor-” Onyxus began, but was cut off by Paxton's elbow nudging him repeatedly. He cleared his throat and started again, “I mean, that's definitely how it works, yes.”

“Don't you dare go crashing my ship!” yelled Paxton as the gang began running out of the hangar bay, apparently all in a battle to reach the captain's chair first. Sighing, he turned back to where Onyxus was stood, smiling as he reached up for a quick kiss. “Well, that's the easy part done I guess, now on to the rest of the competition. You ready for it, Hunter?”

Onyxus grinned. “With you at my side? Always.”

[hothian-snow]

OC Music Meme

List one or more songs that relate to the following tagged by @a-muirehen​ tagging @sith-nb @elvhenyoung @rainofaugustsith @jacemalcom

OC: Yennevyr Dosal aka Lord Soteira

Reminds you of them most:

Moonsea by Phildel Don't share the past, if you won't share your heart All that we share is the view of these stars There are diamonds on the floor you can't take back There's an eyelash on the board, does she wear black? All the violence that I swore you could have back There's red varnish on the door, I don't wear that I called it, I called it, I called it the moon scene

The song depicts how she views the relationships in her life, from her very first lover to her current master. It speaks of the surface glam, the glittering mystique, the toxicity she sometimes fall into (most of the time originating from her), and the conflicting feelings of vulnerability. The tone of the song represents her perfectly.

Teen Idle by MARINA I want blood, guts, and angel cake I'm gonna puke it anyway I wish I'd been a teen idle Wish I'd been a prom queen, fighting for the title Instead of being sixteen and burning up a bible Feeling super, super, super suicidal

It's almost narcissistic how much Yen hates herself. She had battled with mental health issues which she hides away for the majority of her childhood and teenage years. Her father was oblivious to how bad she was suffering, and Gisele saw glimpses but not enough for her to directly intervene. Yen's obsession with creating an image for herself, of wanting to be unattainable just so she could be wanted, is depicted tragically well in this song. Also, the teen angst is lovely.

No Children by The Mountain Goats

And I hope I never get sober And I hope when you think of me years down the line You can't find one good thing to say [...] I am drowning There is no sign of land You are coming down with me Hand in unlovable hand And I hope you die I hope we both die

Yen’s depression song. Her self-destructiveness coupled with her spite makes a horrible combination that encapsulates her dysfunctional state.

Blinding by Florence + The Machine No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love

Yen has always been an escapist at heart- escaping the world, escaping from herself. It's about time she stops running, and wake up from that dream world. The death of her father and the supposed death of her childhood lover haunts her. It's time that she moved on.

Reminds another character of them:

Sober II by Lorde You asked if I was feeling it, I'm psycho high Know you won't remember in the morning when I speak my mind Lights are on and they've gone home, but who am I? Oh, how fast the evening passes Cleaning up the champagne glasses

Anyone who knew Yen on Celanon (or on her late night outs on Dromund Kaas) knows that she is a woman who wears 'glamour and trauma' like they are designer clothes. She loves to drink just so she can feel good, to flirt just so she can feel attractive, to party just so she can forget. An unhealthy coping mechanism to deal with what was initially just an unfulfilling familial relationship, and later to deal with her various emotional baggage.

Watching Ruth by Alexandre Desplat

A musical ost from The Shape of Water, one of my favorite films. The music reminds Darth Kharopos so much of Yen, even if Yen would never see herself in this song. A low, dramatic, slightly foreboding tune that turns into something out of a romantic bed-time story. He senses the pain and anguish in her, but in the end, he sees her in the best light possible. It is in their initial meeting that he sees her doing something out of the goodness of her heart- hence, he knows she isn't who she pretends to be, that she is better than she thinks she is. He sees the girl who, deep down, wishes that life would play out like a fairy tale.

Reminds you of a relationship of theirs

Gisele and Yen

Whisper by Birdeatsbaby Pulling through the distant nightmare A pain I’m hungry to share You’re my dirty secret But I won’t keep it Simmering and spilling over Calling every, every quarter I’ll be fire, earth and water Now you’re shouting I can hear ya Bang bang lover we’re running undercover From the guns of tyranny 

Gisele was her bodyguard and Yen was the crime princess. It was a fairy tale romance, only with guns and blood. Of course, Gisele realizes that the explosiveness and drama of their relationship was partially performative too- something Yen won’t admit.

Tyrkos Rosokor aka Darth Kharopos and Yen

Sylvia by The Antlers Sylvia, get your head out of the oven Go back to screaming and cursing Remind me again how everyone betrayed you Sylvia, get your head out of the covers Let me take your temperature You can throw the thermometer right back at me If that's what you want to do, okay?

Sometimes, Yen spirals. Their relationship becomes heavily toxic. At first, Darth Kharopos thought he’d helped her through her issues but mental health maintenance is a lifelong process, one that cannot be fixed with a few months of therapy. Especially, not when it is a childhood issue that is worsened by constant trauma. It gets worse when Yen reaches the point where she is powerful enough to lash out at the world, to potentially kill her master if she wishes it so.

Falling by Florence + The Machine

I've fallen out of favor and I've fallen from grace Fallen out of trees and I've fallen on my face Fallen out of taxis, out of windows too Fell in your opinion when I fell in love with you [...] I'm not scared to jump, I'm not scared to fall If there was nowhere to land I wouldn't be scared at all

Yen knew the dark side has become a part of her, no matter how much Darth Kharopos preaches about balance, about the light. Then, Yen realizes eventually that her master means something to her. She loves him- and that truly scares her. Stars, why did she ever catch feelings?

Love Run by The Amazing Devil

Love run, love run For all the things we wished we’d done Run from all you know that’s coming Run to show that love’s worth running to

Their bond has grown into something beyond that of master and apprentice. Love is a double-edged blade.

Darth Tiophis and Yen

Seven Devils by Florence + the Machine Seven devils all around you Seven devils in your house See, I was dead when I woke up this morning I'll be dead before the day is done

The ghost of Darth Tiphios has bored her way through Yen's spirit, and turned Yen into something else, something Other, one foot in this world and another elsewhere. Yen is ready to be a vessel for retribution.

The Horror and the Wild by The Amazing Devil

You're the daughter of sightless watching stones You watch the stars hurl all their fundaments In wonderment, at you and yours, forever asking more [...] We're drunk but drinking, sunk but sinking They thought us blind, we were just blinking [...] Give me back my heart you wingless thing

Darth Tiophis to Yen is like the Devil to a witch, like Hekate to Medea. This song is the song of Yen, the woman who bleed stars and learn from ghosts, a Sith powerful enough to go toe-to-toe with the likes of Darth Malgus. She is the legacy of Darth Tiophis, ancestor of Darth Lokess who is the infamous sorceress that attempted to overthrow the Sith Emperor and paid for it with her life.

[sith-shenanigans]

WIP Sampler

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and interests you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!

Tagged by @dragonheart-swtor, thank you! I continue to feel weird about tagging people, so: if any of y’all want to do this, consider yourself tagged.

In-progress chapters:

1. A Longer Leash

2. The Expedition

3. Wheels Spinning

4. Out of the Frying Pan

5. Like a Sieve

6. Chains of Command

7. Dromund Kaas Nightlife

Chapters/arcs that aren’t really in progress yet but have titles anyway (mostly pivotal moments, since those are what I plan out most):

1. Failures of Command

2. Fear Itself

3. The Dark Council Meets

4. Station Under Siege [part one/two/three/etc, it’s a mini-arc]

5. The Light That Burns and Blinds

6. As Above, So Below

7. Interlude: You Can’t Go Home Again

8. The Tower

9. Interlude(?): Diplomatic Impunity

10. Somewhere Between Tar and Clarity

11. you and me, we’re faithless [nsfw, so won’t be in the main fics]

12. Dies Irae

13. Shadow Duel

14. At the End of the World

15. All You Love

16. The Inscrutable Commander

I have a bunch more WIPs, but most of them don’t have titles, because Scrivener doesn’t require titles within a project. The rest are some variant of “Epilogue.”

[swtorfamilyandfriends]

Name- Vicroria Krell

Face claim- Had to look up what it meant, still not 100% sure so...

Age- going by the lore they've given us, probably in her 30s. Headcanon shes 33.

Height- 5'6

Species- Human.

Gender- Female

Birthday- Early Winter.

Residents- Born and raised Dromund Kaas, only going off world a few times a year as a young girl for meeting with the rest of House Krell on an undisclosed planet.

Marital status- currently married to Arcan.

Alignment- Lawful evil.

Good Drink- Something hard, a shot if possible.

Snack food- Always on the run, she rarely has time to snack. Imperial rations are always stocked away in her ship.

Pet- No pets, no time for pets. She does keep an interrogation probe with her handy.

Color- Black, red.

Flower- black Rose.

Sexuality- heterosexual.

Body type- thin, lean muscles, agile.

Eye color- Blue.

Hair color- Blonde.

I was tagged by a few people actually, so here goes my main.

[swtorpadawan]

Beautiful

The women’s screams of pain and anguish echoed throughout the throne room of the Emperor’s Fortress.

Lord Scourge, the Emperor’s Wrath, merely watched impassively, his stoic expression and posture giving nothing away.

Behind him, standing tall on his raised podium, stood his Master. The Sith Emperor.  

His most hated enemy.

The Emperor’s Force Lightning continued to pour from his fingers, all directed at the source of the screams.

In front of Scourge, writhing in torment on the floor, was a young human female.  Her name was Kayeh Antilles.

This woman was a Jedi Knight, already a legendary warrior throughout the galaxy despite her relative youth. She had foiled the Emperor’s plans for Darth Angral to devastate Tython and the Republic using the Desolator super-weapon. (He understood that the Jedi had decreed her ‘the Hero of Tython’ to honor her victory.) She had foiled Scourge’s own efforts on Quesh to execute Sajar, the former Dark Council member who had betrayed the Empire and the Sith by joining the hated Jedi Order. Over the course of the last several months, she had likewise crippled or hampered the Empire’s efforts on nearly a dozen other worlds, all to impressive effect for a single Jedi.  

Scourge did not care about any of that, however.

For Scourge, this woman – this Jedi – represented something else entirely: The culmination of a prophecy the Force had bestowed upon him three hundred years before.

Antilles continued to scream, lying mere feet from him.

Her raven-black hair, previously bound back tightly in a bun, had long since come loose, thick strands flying around her shoulders as her body continued to spasm under the horrific assault.

Her lightsaber had been taken and turned over to the Overseers. She had been stripped of her armor and robes and was left clad only in her short tunic vest and trousers. Scourge further knew that she had been sedated even before she had even been taken from her bacta tank. Her arms and wrists were shackled securely behind her, the Force-cuffs cutting off the young Jedi from the Force. (Theoretically. Scourge observed, noting her remarkable resistance thus far.) Four Imperial Guards had dragged her into the throne room, unceremoniously shoving her down to her knees at the foot of the steps leading up to the Emperor’s throne.

Had she been anyone else, Scourge, thinking on a professional level, might have considered the combination of all these measures to have been somewhat excessive.

But even as weakened, disoriented and bound as she was when she’d been brought into the chamber, Antilles had immediately started struggling to get to her feet. But then Vitiate’s Force lightning began raining down upon her, driving her to her knees and then to the floor. Scourge doubted she was even aware of where she was; only of the pain being inflicted upon her. The Emperor’s ritual for binding someone to his will did not require them to be completely lucid.

It only required them to be conscious when they finally broke.  

In the weeks since the doomed assault on the Fortress, the other Jedi – Leeha Narezz and Warren Sedoru – had each broken after a single session with the Emperor, giving in to their hatred and turning into loyal servants of his will. Even Master Tol Braga, the strike team’s leader and a member of the Order’s illustrious Council, had found his will crumbled by the end of his second. Each of them had, by now, passed a multitude of tests to demonstrate their devotion to the Emperor and to the Dark Side.    

Antilles was now on her sixth session.

Scourge privately wondered if even Revan had lasted so long. The iconic Jedi had seen both sides of the Force and had been the most knowledgeable Force-practitioner Scourge had ever known, next to the Emperor himself.

Yet even Revan – and his partner Malak – had eventually broken all the same, becoming Sith Lords themselves and servants to the Emperor’s will. All well before even Scourge’s time.

Antilles… lacked Revan’s knowledge of the Force, but perhaps – perhaps! – rivalled or even surpassed him in her untapped potential power in the Force. She seemed a devout follower of the light, but Scourge had felt the touch of darkness in her spirit all the same, back when he’d encountered her on Quesh.

The girl – Antilles’ apprentice, the former Child of the Emperor who had inexplicably broken free of his control – had been imprisoned down in the Fortress’ hanger along with the other members of Antilles’ crew. For the moment, they had not been interrogated or otherwise harmed. Scourge suspected that Vitiate was keeping them undamaged for some special purpose after he finally bent Antilles to his will.

Perhaps I can use them for my own purposes. Scourge mused, silently. When the time comes.

Whatever information Antilles’ followers may have had about the Republic or the Jedi was irrelevant to the Emperor; let the Dark Council and the military concern themselves with the progress of the war. The true servants – the Hand, the Children and Scourge himself, the Wrath – were all focused solely on the Emperor’s grander plans.

Plans that Scourge secretly intended to see foiled no matter what the cost.

The Jedi’s back arched as she continued to twist and turn in suffering. Scourge had interrogated and tortured hundreds of individuals over the course of his career, dating back even to well before he’d been named the Emperor’s Wrath. Inevitably, even the strongest and bravest individuals would inevitably beg for their lives, or at the very least plead for a quick death to end their suffering. The mind and body simply were not designed to withstand the prolonged suffering a skilled torturer could inflict.

Kayeh Antilles’ screams were incoherent. There were no words. Each time the lightning had struck her, she’d attempted to stifle a scream only to be quickly overcome. Through it all, she’d never once begged. She’d never said anything discernable at all.

The storm of lightning ceased as Vitiate paused for a moment, a natural step in the process. Scourge knew full well that it was best to give a subject a brief respite, so they did not become desensitized to what was being done to them.

He watched as the brutalized Jedi seemed to suppress a sob, then slowly, gingerly rolled up onto her knees before the throne.

For a moment, he was certain that this would be the moment where she finally broke and submitted to the Emperor. Where she would pledge herself to his will, and join her fellow Jedi in becoming his servant, his weapon… his slave.

Impossibly, he watched her right knee come up, as her foot planted and started to push off the floor.

She was trying to stand up.

Alone. Weaponless. Bound. Drugged. Tortured. Injured. Exhausted beyond reason. Surrounded by the most powerful being in the galaxy, his personal executioner, four of his Imperial Guards, and a whole station full of his servants… and she was attempting to stand.

To defy him.

Scourge watched transfixed. Her hair was in her eyes as her head tilted upward towards the throne. Had Scourge not been standing almost directly in front of her, he might have missed the look in her eyes. He doubted if even Vitiate himself noticed. Her deep green eyes weren’t full of defeat, or anger or even pain.

Just defiance. Defiance at this being who had imprisoned her. Defiance at this creature who had caused her such pain.

It was the most beautiful sight Scourge had witnessed in three hundred years.

There was fire and steel in this young Jedi. A resolve that refused to give in, even in the face of absolute power. Combined with her skills as a warrior and her immense potential with the Force, she was a remarkable specimen. The Emperor’s Wrath felt stirrings deep within him, the shadows of emotions not experienced for centuries…

The moment of awe came to an abrupt end as heard a sound much like a snarl from behind him.

The explosion of lightning was more focused this time, almost a solid blast of power as the Emperor focused his rage. It struck Kayeh Antilles square in the chest, knocking her clean off her feet and driving her back several meters in a blast of Force.

It was over as quickly as it began.  

The stream of lightning ceased, as Antilles lay in a heap on the ground, unconscious.

But not defeated.

There would be no submission this day.

Scourge felt a surge of cold rage bubbling up behind him. He hadn’t felt this much anger and hatred coming from the Emperor since the confrontation with Revan and Meetra Surik on Dromund Kaas three hundred years before.  

Though no words were spoken, the four Imperial Guards converged on the fallen Jedi following the Emperor’s unspoken will. The quartet would drag her back to the bacta tanks for as long as her body needed to recover. The injuries she had endured this day, like those she had suffered when she’d been captured and during her first five ‘sessions’, would not result in permanent scars or other physical damage: The bacta would see to that. The scars to her spirit would be another matter, but such wounds were typical when driving someone to the Dark Side.  

Her defiance in the face of the Emperor would mean nothing in the end, of course. She would eventually break in time. Everyone did.

But Scourge now felt a renewed sense of confidence. She would fall, but she would eventually free herself, as Revan had done. And in that moment, he would be ready to ensure her success.

Perhaps – if he were very fortunate – he would bare witness to the beauty of her defiance once again.

He almost – almost! – grinned in anticipation. [Tagging people who liked my teasers - Thank you! @a-muirehen , @cinlat , @introversiontherapy, @tishinada , @sleepswithvillains , @theravenassassin95 , @blueburds , @actualanxiousswampwitch​ ]

[kylosupremeimagines]

Kylo Ren X Reader: Speak To Me {Part Four}

Summary: Summary: After the wretched fight with Snoke, Kylo is able to heal you back to health at the cost of his own life. However, with the use of an Ancient Sith Technique learned from the temples of Dromund Kaas, you are able to bind his spirit to you so he doesn’t pass on through the Force. He lives inside of you, able to speak to you. So he is never really gone. What lengths will you go to bring him back to life?

Warnings: Mention of death, mention of body

Word Count: 1720

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A sigh escaped your lips as you stared observantly out of the cockpit, eyeing the deep blue and green planet from above. “Looks like we’re finally here,” you heard Kylo speak to you in your mind. “are you sure that they gave you clearance to land before we came?”

“Of course,” you confirmed in a hum. Although through the information gathered from the computer and various holocrons, the impression that they were quite detached from the rest of the galaxy, it came as a surprise when the Voss had welcomed you with open arms. To show hospitality, you made sure to get in contact with their people to ask for permission to visit their capital. They must have had little contact with the First Order, hence good show such decency would benefit.

“Don’t forget that they don’t align with either side of the force. I don’t think they’ll be interested in hearing anything about the war or what else is happening in the galaxy.”. 

“I know, don’t worry about it. I should be able to handle them just fine,” you tried to assure Kylo just as the ship entered the temperate atmosphere of Voss. Your grip on the controls tightened, glancing to the holomap to follow the coordinates of the capital. With the clear skies, you soon eyed their settlement, small city of Voss-Ka. 

Once they were able to verify your identity, they released the restrictions to land, allowing you finally into the city. You sighed once more as you pressed a few glowing buttons along the control panel. With a simple flip of a switch, your star ship’s engines died down as you shut it off. Lost in thought for a quick moment, heart pounding against your chest in anticipation, you stood to descend down the ramp to meet with a Voss and her commando guards. 

Deep circles lined their vibrant eyes, replacing both sets of Iris and pupils. The female leading them offered a warm smile in greeting.  Bright markings lined her features, matching her piercing eyes. “Greetings, outlander,” she bowed in respect. “I am Sala-Rin, a Voss Mystic who is here to guide you in your journey here on our world.”

“Oh?” You raised an eyebrow in revelation. “I wasn’t aware that I’d have a Mystic here for me when I arrived.” 

“Our interpreters have determined that it shall be my duty to help you. You are here to help someone who has been hurt, correct?” 

“I guess that’s close enough. It’s much more than them being hurt,” you frowned, for a moment your mind pushing forward the memory of Kylo’s lifeless body, laying on the shiny floor of the throne room after you finally rid the galaxy of Snoke. The monster. “even I’m confused how I managed to do it, but I have someone’s Force spirit bonded to my mind. I think if I can just figure out a way to bond his spirit back into his body somehow, that I can save him from truly dying.” 

“You have a pull in the Force like no other, (Y/N), one where you have influence over those between life and death,” Sala-Rin explained to you in a soft tone of voice. “if you allow me to guide you, I can assist you in meditating for a vision that could help you learn how to bring back your friend.” 

“I would appreciate that so much, thank you.” 

“There is no reason to thank me,” she assured you. 

“Of course it is,” you shook your head. “you’re going out of your way to help me when you really don’t need to.” 

“It was foretold by the interpreters that I would, so I shall fulfill my duty as a mystic,” Sala-Rin brought up once more. “we will have access to one of the meditation chambers within the tower of prophecy where I shall guide you through a meditation,” she added, gesturing you to follow close to her as she made her way from your shuttle.

 It was baffling that the Voss were already so prepared for your arrival, as if you had told them everything about your problem and they were ready to help with no inquiry about what was wrong. Then again, their society did have mystics who could witness visions of the future. 

Not being of Voss descent, you drew attention to yourself, however it was  something you had grown accustomed to being so high up in the First Order. Differently, the warm gazes of the Voss were out of curiosity rather than fear or disdain. Rarely would they see an outsize in their settlement. Many were skeptical from wars of years past that had plagued their people. Just a few millennia ago, their sacred temple had been destroyed when they were pulled into a galaxy wide war, though now it was rebuilt to its former glory. 

Your eyes fell upon a towering structure, surrounded by vivid trees. “Here we are, the Tower of Prophecy,” Sala-Rin introduced you, leading you up the dirt pathway. Plenty of voss occupied the building, going about their daily routines, leaving and entering as they pleased. A birany blue crystal greeted you as you first entered, shimmering in the sunlight that peek in from a sky light above. 

“Stars, I can see why people could come here to Voss-Ka,” you breathed out in admiration. “it’s beautiful here.” 

“We take much pride in our culture and architecture,” she admitted, adjusting her robe ever so slightly. She bowed to greet a group of her fellow Mystics before leading you through the tower to make your way for a private meditation chamber. The sweet aroma of flowers filled the room, taking in a light whiff of the smell. A clear meditation crystal was placed in the center of the room with a pair of pillows across from one another. 

“I need to ask, exactly how is this meditation going to work?” 

“It will be quite simple,” the Voss went on to explain carefully. “we must sit here in silence and clear our minds in order to focus. By meditating with me, you should be able to see a vision of the future. We shall focus on the thoughts of saving your friend as well as their spirit in order to focus the vision to see what you wish. Because you are a powerful Force user, there will be no need to bring these visions to the interpreters.”

“That sounds easy enough,” you sighed in thought. 

“Please, sit across from me and we can begin,” Sala-Rin gestured to one of the pillows as she stood before the other. You glanced down at the light blue pillow. Hesitantly, you knelt down and felt the cloud soft material squish down as your knees rested upon it. “close your eyes and let yourself focus on the crystal.” 

“Alright…” you spoke softly. Before you did so, you noticed Kylo’s spirit appeared beside you, an encouraging smile across his features. You returned the smile before letting your (E/C) orbs flutter shut in focus. You took in a deep breath, The Force flowed through you as you cleared your mind of all distractions, your energy intertwining with that of Sala-Rin, warmth filling your chest. 

“Allow for your mind to relax and the vision may soon come,” she spoke to you calmly. “do not expect for it to come right away. This may take some time,” she added. It felt as if ages had passed as you eased into a deeper mediation, losing all perception of the world around you as if your very spirit had been pulled from your body. As your body numbed, you furrowed your eyebrows.

“You must transfer his spirit into his original vessel, outlander,” A voss spoke to you in a soft tone of voice, placing a hand on top of Kylo’s lifeless body to rest it on his chest. “control his spirit as you had when you binded it to you. Return it to his body so that he may be saved with the help of our healers,” the blue, male Voss instructed. “only then will he be saved.”

“How is this possible?” You inquired from him, biting your lower lip.

“Our healers will do what they can to heal his spirit to save him from death. If he is not yet gone, then there is hope to bring  him back to the state that he was before.” 

Your eyes widened as the vision faded into nothing, Sala-Rin staring across at you curiously. “It is just as I expected,” she spoke up. “this vision was far more clear than most others the Mystics have. Your situation is quite unique to anything that the Voss have faced but our healers are the best in the galaxy. Surely we can assist in mending his spirit back into his body. 

Tears pricked the corner of your (E/C) orbs, hand covering your mouth as you took in her words. “I can’t believe that’s possible…” 

“Well, as it has been made clear, you have a pull on the living and the dead that no other has in ages. Within you, I can sense that your friend is not dead, but rather is hanging on the edge of his existence. We have healed spirits in the past, what is on the inside,” she spoke, her hand trailing up to cover her chest. “perhaps if we heal his spirit, he can remain in his body and be saved from such a horrible fate.” 

“How soon could we do this…” you breathed out in question. 

“If you bring his body to us, once our healers are prepared. However, know that it will take a physical toll on your body for some time.” 

“How in the stars do you know about that? That his body is still intact?” you demanded to know, standing from the plush pillow, eyes still trained on the woman.

“As I have informed you before, we have seen visions,” she assured you. “it is why we know about what is wrong. Please, I can convene with my fellow healers and prepare a chamber for the healing ritual. If you bring his body here to us, we can help you bring him back.” 

“If you really think that it will work, then I will have my people bring his frozen body here…”

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[keldae]

OC Voice Reference

Thanks for the tag, @starknstarwars​! Let’s play with Reanden for this one. ^^

► ACCENT

“country” │ “backwoods” │ “sailor” │ “noble” │ foreign speaker | “The Queen’s English” with a dash of cockney | “socal surfer” 

► ELOQUENCE

educated │ uneducated │ don’t use conjunctions │ shortens words │ just make up their own words! │ old English │ doesn’t use contractions | mispronounces big words

► TONE

loud │ soft │ room volume │ high pitched │ low pitched │seductive │ velvety │ speech impediment │ abrasive │ gruff │ shrill │ booming │ matter-of-fact │ toneless │ husky │gravelly │ breathy │ nasal │ barking │ chatty │ condescending │ musical │ suave │ world-weary │ brash │ authoritative | patient

► HABITS

refers to self in third person plurals │ incorporates different languages/terms/sayings │ uses gender-specific terms │ adapts to audience │ changes pitch around animals or children │ shifts tone when lying │ gives others nicknames │ uses terms of respect towards others │ uses terms of affection towards others

► VOICE REFERENCE

His faceclaim is Karl Urban, who I swear might be a vocal shapeshifter himself (that’s a thing, right?). Reanden’s natural accent is New Zealand, like Karl’s, but he’s definitely adopted a more English-like accent when working on Dromund Kaas, and often swaps to something closer to an Albertan accent if he’s in Hutt Space or Republic territory.

Tagging @andveryginger​ @elveny​ @cinlat​ @corey-067​ and whoever else feels so inclined!

[necroarchy]

ARTHAS’ RP PLOTTING CHEAT-SHEET!

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Mun name: Frost

OOC Contact: Ask/IMs. Discord if we’re close.

Who the heck is my muse anyway?

   Arthas Menethil is the Lich King of the Scourge, which means that he is the tyrannical god-emperor of various undead creatures (zombies, ghosts, wights, vampires, and Frankenstein-esque monstrosities just to name a few). He was originally a heroic, benevolent man before falling to evil and deciding he liked it down in the dark.

   In addition to his Scourge, he is worshiped and obeyed by an assortment of organizations of various living beings, and even a certain pack of werewolves. He is the most powerful necromancer in the world, and has aspirations of killing everyone to raise them as subjects for his kingdom of the dead.  

Points of interest:

Fall of the Lich King happened, wherein he died after Frostmourne was shattered. Bolvar was the Lich King for a while. Kel’Thuzad eventually found and stole Arthas’ body before resurrecting his lord, and they gallivanted around Azeroth during the Cataclysm, trying to find the shards of Frostmourne and stay out of public sight. Eventually (in MoP) they make their way back to ICC, kill Bolvar, and Arthas is the Lich King once more.

My portrayal of Arthas borrows heavily from Rise of the Lich King in addition to Warcraft III and Wrath; I more or less ignore what Chronicles says about him, because I prefer the way that Rise explored his struggle between humanity and inhumanity and it gives me a bit of content to work in regards to building up an idea of who Arthas was in life, and how that stays with him in death.

The Lich King is a god(ish) and Arthas has the ego, power, and cult to back up that mentality. He can and has murdered dozens of heroes with little more than a wave of his hand; is capable of resurrecting ancient, powerful entities to serve him in undeath; grants “blessings” upon those who earn his favor; and possesses an empire of slavering monsters chomping at the bit to do absolutely anything he says. ‘Human’ is not the word for what he is anymore.  

And Arthas was once a man; no matter how hard he has ever tried, no matter what he’s done to himself or to anyone else, Arthas is still plagued by the vestiges of his humanity, which often manifests as him taking a special interest in certain individuals: Jai.na, Andu.in, adventurers, and (negatively) Syl.vanas for instance. As a result, his reactions to people are sporadic: he might show surprising lenience or tolerance for acts of defiance and opposition should the perpetrator tug on the right heartstring.

Arthas has a daughter whom is generally his Deathlord in the pertinent verses. Her status as his daughter is relatively common knowledge post-Wrath of the Lich King, and is a contentious spot for him.

What they’ve been up to recently:

WARCRAFT: Arthas has been (quietly, quietly) aiding in the repulsion of the Burning Legion from Azeroth, for he despises his old demonic masters and has no intention of losing his world to them. He is also busy reestablishing the Scourge as a power to be feared, and returning Northrend under his control. With the conclusion of Legion, he is now focused upon rebuilding his kingdom after the Burning Legion trashed it again and also I’m paying zero attention to what’s going on in Battle of Azeroth so idk any way to really integrate him!!! Also we’re gonna just ignore everything that kickstarted Shadowlands because fuck that noise.

SWTOR: Darth Necrolis, once a promising Jedi Knight, now an insidious Lord of the Sith, seeks out the eldritch knowledge of Darth Nihilus and even the Emperor, Vitiate, in his quest to obtain immortality. Although, gifted with the frightening ability to bind Force ghosts to himself, one wonders if his search is redundant at this point.

Where to find them:

WARCRAFT: Northrend in general, and Icecrown in particular, are the Lich King’s usual haunts, along with other Scourge strongholds such as the Plaguelands or Naxxramas. He may also wander through areas of present note because he’s a curious lad. (Aka the current expansion’s region: Broken Isles for Legion, Pandaria for Mists, etc., etc….)

SWTOR: While Necrolis can generally be found nearly anywhere in Imperieal space, Dromund Kaas and Korriban are perhaps the safest locations to catch him. He may also be within his citadel on the wintry planet on Northrend.

Current plans:

WARCRAFT

RESTORE THE SCOURGE: We trashed his kingdom last time we took a gander through Northrend, and he’s hard at work not only repairing what we broke, but reinforcing it. To that end, he seeks to otain new resources and sources of power. Azerite, for example…

CORRUPT THE KNIGHTS OF THE EBON BLADE: Particularly from Legion onward, the Lich King has his eye on Acherus and its denizens, subtly setting in place plans to turn the world against him and leave them no recourse but to return to the Scourge.

KILL EVERYONE: Self-explanatory.

SWTOR:

CRUSH THE REPUBLIC: Jedi are nerds and he WILL stuff you into a frozen space locker.

OBTAIN IMMORTALITY: He’s going to end up devouring a planet a la Vitiate, I feel.

BIND MORE FORCE GHOSTS TO HIMSELF: More ghosts = more power = good.

BECOME THE NEW EMPEROR: You’re not a real Sith Lord if you’re not trying.

Desired interactions:

SCOURGE AND CULTISTS: What’s a king without his kingdom?

ALIVE: I don’t write a lot with or about Arthas prior to his fall, and I really should. It’s a fun exercise in trying to show those hints of the boy who will be king, and the boy who might not have.

DEATH KNIGHT: Back when he was still on Ner’zhul’s payroll and edging the line of being a little too human in his monstrosity.

POST-RESURRECTION: OR Arthas “Matthias Lehner” Menethil wanders around Azeroth trying not to get caught out as Arthas Menethil whilst hunting down the erstwhile remnants of his shattered sword.

THWART HIS PLANS! I don’t think I have any real developed antagonistic relationships on this blog which is a shame.

SWTOR - LITERALLY ANYTHING: Pls, I’m begging you, indulge my SW love.

Offered interactions:

MONSTER DAD: Arthas adores inhuman abominations and eldritch beasts, whether they were Once a Man or were never mortal to begin with, and he’ll adopt (”adopt”) any and all at the drop of a hat.

DEAL WITH THE DEVIL: For the low, low price of your immortal soul, all your dreams can come true if you just make him an offer. Or, better: he makes the offer to you.

ANNOYING BYSTANDER: Arthas loves to just show up and talk shit at everyone around for no apparent reason, it happens in canon and it happens on this blog all the time. Let’s see you try to kill that big evil demon while the fucking Lich King is off to the side reading a magazine and criticizing your talent choices.

“JOIN” THE SCOURGE: Fight the Lich King! Die to the Lich King! Get resurrected as an atrocity against life by the Lich King!

Current open post/s:

   No.

Anything else?:

    I’m very slow and prickly, but in the way that grandfather spider in Spirited Away was, so don’t worry too much about it.

Tagged by:  reposting ‘cause it’s been a while

Tagging: this was. a lot.

[anchanted-one]

Character TMI

Thanks for the tag, @captainderyn​ :)

Let’s go with Darth Prowle, right after the end of False Emperor

► Name ➔ .Kai’rene Rooks. Also called Lady Kai or Darth Prowle, or Lord Wrath

► Are you single ➔  Yep

► Are you happy ➔  .Always

► Are you angry ➔ .only when she needs to be

► Are your parents still married ➔ .both are no longer in this world

NINE FACTS

► Birth Place ➔  .Dromund Kaas

► Hair Color ➔ Copper Brown

► Eye Color ➔ .Orange/yellow

► Birthday ➔ ? uh, let’s say 13 BTC, 21/1

► Mood ➔ Cheerful and sunny.

► Gender ➔ Female.

► Summer or winter ➔ Summer

► Morning or afternoon ➔ Afternoon.

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

► Are you in love ➔ Yeah.

► Do you believe in love at first sight ➔ No.

► Who ended your last relationship ➔ Never really had one, coz the only person she truly fell in love with, she couldn’t bring herself to admit it to. Malavai Quinn came close to winning her for a bit but his betrayal stung her deep.

► Have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔  Probably.

► Are you afraid of commitments ➔ No.

► Have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ Yeah. She won’t remember it, but she even hugged Jedi Master Arro Mithral after he killed Emperor Malgus

► Have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ Yeah, many. She is very intimidating. 

► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ Hmmm. Yes, I think.  SIX CHOICES

► Love or lust ➔ Love.

► Lemonade or iced tea ➔ Iced Tea.

► Cats or Dogs ➔ Neither I think.

► A few best friends or many regular friends ➔ A small circle of best friends, but friendly with many many people.

► Wild night out or romantic night in ➔ Wild night out.

► Day or night ➔  Doesn’t really mind either..

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

► Been caught sneaking out ➔ Yes. 

► Fallen down/up the stairs ➔ Yes. She has always been energetic and on the move, used to fall down a lot right from when she was young. As an adult, stairwell fights are much more frequent than one would expect, and she has been knocked down quite often, though she’s quite good at rolling and minimizing damage. Most recently on Malgus’ Station, where she was Force-Pushed down a long stairwell, a fall which broke her sword arm, forcing her to retire from the battle.

► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔  Hmmmm, yeah, actually. She wanted a permanent truce with the Republic and the Jedi, and whenever she sees particularly troubling casualty reports on either side, she wants this truce much more badly.

► Wanted to disappear ➔  Yes. Usually when Sith are cursed (by Republic or by very upset Imps) for their callousness. She knows it’s earned.

FOUR PREFERENCES

► Smile or eyes ➔  Eyes.

► Shorter or Taller ➔ Neither.

► Intelligence or Attraction ➔ Attraction.

► Hook-up or Relationship ➔ Relationship.

FAMILY

► Do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔  No.

► Do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ Yes.

► Who is your best friend ➔  A twi’lek thief with a witty tongue who calls herself Vette.

► Who knows everything about you ➔ Vette and Jaesa Wilsaam