I agree with the sentiments of the peanut gallery, Matt.
Also, Sep, do Noghri even have external reproductive organs? Wookieepedia mentions they have no hair at all, this would lead me to think they are not mammalian, but rather reptilian or some kind of egg-layers. Just something I thought when I read your post.
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Sep said
Indeed we'll likely pick up people on Nar Shadda, I'll sort out an Int CHk and apps for non jedi soon.
Sweet!
Sep said
Gat mentioned him dropping a little while back, dunno about Fel I'll drop him a PM later.Anyone who is not going we'll kill at Nar Shadda.
Does that mean the doors are opening to new players?
Heat said
Sorry guys, got caught up in alot of real life stuff. Afraid I'm gonna have to drop outta this.
Aww, damn. Sorry to see you go, Heat.
I wonder what happened to Gat and Jaeda Fel, too.
Roleplayers are typically adolescents and young adults, with a smattering of the 30/40/50 year olds who have held on to it from the 90's.
Happy Birthday, Sep!
Boom. Now you have four minors to deal with, instead of just two. Double the flavor, double the fun.
"Yeah," the boy echoed, inadvertently adopting the same gloomy tone, "one day."
When his master had fallen, in the temple's cargo bay before the mob of invaders, Jerek hadn't been thinking much about the future. In his mind, he had been back at the hospital, seated by the side of the bed as his older counterpart, looking much paler and thinner than he had in life, machines beeping in a concerto of imminent warnings. The padawan's heart had broken that day, but his Noghri master had taken it in stride. To Vor'loch, Jerek was not the-boy-who-lost-his-twin-brother, not just a broken failure of the Jedi teachings against attachment, but a padawan just in need of healing. With Vor'loch, the healing had begun; a master to fill the burning hole in his heart.
The sight of his master across the medbay made his heart flutter, warmed by the presence of his master as the padawan pair entered the room. It was immediately tempered by the view of the Noghri suspended in the glowing, blue liquid of the bacta tank, an all-too-real reminder of the current frailty of his master's body. The sandy-haired youth drew close to his mentor, his mouth hanging open in a half-formed word.
Uneasy, Jerek pondered on what to say. He was sure that Vor'loch would not be proud of the way the padawan had charged ahead, with no regard for his own life, in a poorly-designed defense. Jerek couldn't fathom that his master would appreciate how he had been neglecting his meditations, or his lightsaber form disciplines. Nor did Jerek think his master would be warmed by platitudes or the empty words most lifeforms seemed to employ when in the presence of sickness.
"I—" the boy began, hoping the words would come to him after that. They didn't. He stood there for a moment, the padawan before his master, until finally the sandy-haired youth spoke once more. "I'm here, master."
When his master had fallen, in the temple's cargo bay before the mob of invaders, Jerek hadn't been thinking much about the future. In his mind, he had been back at the hospital, seated by the side of the bed as his older counterpart, looking much paler and thinner than he had in life, machines beeping in a concerto of imminent warnings. The padawan's heart had broken that day, but his Noghri master had taken it in stride. To Vor'loch, Jerek was not the-boy-who-lost-his-twin-brother, not just a broken failure of the Jedi teachings against attachment, but a padawan just in need of healing. With Vor'loch, the healing had begun; a master to fill the burning hole in his heart.
The sight of his master across the medbay made his heart flutter, warmed by the presence of his master as the padawan pair entered the room. It was immediately tempered by the view of the Noghri suspended in the glowing, blue liquid of the bacta tank, an all-too-real reminder of the current frailty of his master's body. The sandy-haired youth drew close to his mentor, his mouth hanging open in a half-formed word.
Uneasy, Jerek pondered on what to say. He was sure that Vor'loch would not be proud of the way the padawan had charged ahead, with no regard for his own life, in a poorly-designed defense. Jerek couldn't fathom that his master would appreciate how he had been neglecting his meditations, or his lightsaber form disciplines. Nor did Jerek think his master would be warmed by platitudes or the empty words most lifeforms seemed to employ when in the presence of sickness.
"I—" the boy began, hoping the words would come to him after that. They didn't. He stood there for a moment, the padawan before his master, until finally the sandy-haired youth spoke once more. "I'm here, master."
I've seen this going around, and I definitely think the male versions are more humorous.
mattmanganon said
So... Anyone gonna revive Kolinn, or is she dead now?
From the looks of it, SonofJET posted that Alaric helped Kolinn before the timeskip. It's 72 hours later, I'd imagine Kolinn is either recovering in the medbay or is strong enough to join the other Jedi by now.
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