That we do, hence my choice...we can basically create our stinking universe. That excites me xD
Will get you a post ASAP! Having some work related issues to deal with.
Will get you a post ASAP! Having some work related issues to deal with.
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Life can be...just wow. Lessons learned from my hiatus: it's ok to be vulnerable with those you care about, the people who love you will always remain in your life and be true to what you want.
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Aaaaand work got busy again. Breaking my rule of posting on Friday, but that'll be when I have time again.
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"She'll make soap out of you. That's what she does. Makes soap out of people."
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Hey, I am so sorry for not getting back to you, but I've been in a bit of a rut in terms of replying. Will work through this and get back to you ASAP!
If I didn't make it clear enough, it's a map xD
The supports that crumbled were near the entrance towards the tomb, which then in turn destabilized some of the area just outside their battleground. Yerbol had wanted to tell her they could pull themselves out of this together if they focused their powers, but when the idea came to his mind, it was too late. The once cavernous ceiling buckled a few more times before giving way, chunks of stone and mounds of dirt collapsing in front of the entrance, effectively sealing them in. He would think of a way out in a moment, but first he had to check to see if...
He groaned, running a hand over his face. Lysa's once visible body had been buried underneath the cave in. He could expend all of his energy attempting to secure her body, but with a dangerous attacker in the room, he would need every ounce of strength to make it out intact.
"I'll do all I can to make sure your memory lives on, sister." He whispered faintly, his ears picking up on the Sith's bitter verbal jab.
"Is that really all you're worried about?" He cast her a glare, continuing:
"You DO understand that we're going to have to actually, you know, work together to get out of here, right? That you've got no shot of making it to the surface on your own? But no, of course you wouldn't think about teamwork. You're a Sith. Power to the individual and all that-" His condemnation of the Sith was interrupted by spotting a hallway that extended away from the tomb. That was a wall before...right?
"Is that...that a trick you're playing on me?" Yerbol cautiously approached the new-found passage, placing a foot over the threshold without any consequences.
"During our fight, this must have receded. Is this what Lysa was looking for? What you were looking for?" The line of questioning was more of him thinking aloud, knowing that the Sith wouldn't reveal anything to him...or would her natural curiosity get the better of her? Either way, he proceeded forward down the passageway. His broad shoulders grazed the hallway as he strode ahead, extending a hand and channeling the Force to provide a blueish light to guide him.
A couple of minutes later, he emerged into a circular room lined with shelves containing old scrolls and parchments that were spilling over their appointed locations. In the center of the room was a pedestal that held a sphere pulsing with red light. As he drew closer to the sphere, the light began to pulse quicker until he was within a couple of feet. The pulsing stopped, but the sphere itself unfolded, shooting beams of light up on the ceiling. He looked up, raising his illuminated hand. There were dots sets against the ceiling along with numbers next to some of the dots in parenthesis. After closer examination, the dots seemed to be in a pattern...
"All leading right..."
He groaned, running a hand over his face. Lysa's once visible body had been buried underneath the cave in. He could expend all of his energy attempting to secure her body, but with a dangerous attacker in the room, he would need every ounce of strength to make it out intact.
"I'll do all I can to make sure your memory lives on, sister." He whispered faintly, his ears picking up on the Sith's bitter verbal jab.
"Is that really all you're worried about?" He cast her a glare, continuing:
"You DO understand that we're going to have to actually, you know, work together to get out of here, right? That you've got no shot of making it to the surface on your own? But no, of course you wouldn't think about teamwork. You're a Sith. Power to the individual and all that-" His condemnation of the Sith was interrupted by spotting a hallway that extended away from the tomb. That was a wall before...right?
"Is that...that a trick you're playing on me?" Yerbol cautiously approached the new-found passage, placing a foot over the threshold without any consequences.
"During our fight, this must have receded. Is this what Lysa was looking for? What you were looking for?" The line of questioning was more of him thinking aloud, knowing that the Sith wouldn't reveal anything to him...or would her natural curiosity get the better of her? Either way, he proceeded forward down the passageway. His broad shoulders grazed the hallway as he strode ahead, extending a hand and channeling the Force to provide a blueish light to guide him.
A couple of minutes later, he emerged into a circular room lined with shelves containing old scrolls and parchments that were spilling over their appointed locations. In the center of the room was a pedestal that held a sphere pulsing with red light. As he drew closer to the sphere, the light began to pulse quicker until he was within a couple of feet. The pulsing stopped, but the sphere itself unfolded, shooting beams of light up on the ceiling. He looked up, raising his illuminated hand. There were dots sets against the ceiling along with numbers next to some of the dots in parenthesis. After closer examination, the dots seemed to be in a pattern...
"All leading right..."
Hey, so sorry for not getting back to you, but I'm suffering with a bit of mental block at the moment. Trying to regain it...ugh.
Haha! That they do! I
Man people are great at the whole "art" thing. Love that picture! Was that on deviant art?
No worries! I'm actually headed out for the day myself, so will respond tomorrow :)
Man people are great at the whole "art" thing. Love that picture! Was that on deviant art?
No worries! I'm actually headed out for the day myself, so will respond tomorrow :)
Also, I tried my hardest to find a picture that best fit Yerbol's features...sorry for the anime influence, but the best I could find xD
Her dual saber onslaught was a technique Yerbol had seen quite a few Sith use in the battles he had endured, but the way she managed to handle them seamlessly was almost intimidating, her raw force of will seeming to be injected into her weapons. Yerbol had deflected a few of her glancing blows, but the one aimed for his neck was a different story. It was too swift for him to block both sabers, the Knight blocking one saber before getting clipped in the right shoulder by the other as he jumped backwards. Grimacing at the burning pain now shooting down his right arm, he took a deep inhale, forcing his breath out as he focused intently on his opponent instead of the pain. He would have time to address his wounds later. This Sith needed to die.
Not a Sith. A person. Remember that.
Right. He DID need to remember that. So many Sith had fallen by his hand, but he could never forget that they could return to the Light...or at least abandon the power-hungry ways of the Sith and attempt to think of others as actual people rather than rungs in a ladder to ascend to power. He couldn't afford to be hypocritical and dehumanize his assailant...even if she was responsible for the death of the only family he had.
"You say that Lysa divulged information to the Dark Council? That she was a Sith?" He snickered as he circled around the tomb again, silently cursing the small battleground. It was hard to track her, let alone try to get in a decent attack without slicing through one of the supports of the tomb. He glanced quickly at Lysa's body, a grimace forming as the possibility of Lysa actually turning to the dark side began to sink in. No, no she would never do that. It was just this Sith manipulating his emotions. He needed to stay calm, in control.
Of course, that didn't mean he couldn't toy with her emotions.
"Why did you kill my sister? Was it because she got in your way? Was it, and I think this is the answer, because she scared you? She represented everything you could ever strive to become and you wanted to eliminate your fear through violence." His hands trembled slightly, the emotions he was attempting to keep in check bubbling to the surface, which led to a rash decision.
He darted around the grave and thrust his saber forward, hoping the direct attack would at least deliver some damage. The thrust quickly turned into two overhead slashes, one of which connected with the support the Sith had been using for cover. A grinding noise could be heard, the tomb shaking as another support crumbled due to the lack of balance.
Not a Sith. A person. Remember that.
Right. He DID need to remember that. So many Sith had fallen by his hand, but he could never forget that they could return to the Light...or at least abandon the power-hungry ways of the Sith and attempt to think of others as actual people rather than rungs in a ladder to ascend to power. He couldn't afford to be hypocritical and dehumanize his assailant...even if she was responsible for the death of the only family he had.
"You say that Lysa divulged information to the Dark Council? That she was a Sith?" He snickered as he circled around the tomb again, silently cursing the small battleground. It was hard to track her, let alone try to get in a decent attack without slicing through one of the supports of the tomb. He glanced quickly at Lysa's body, a grimace forming as the possibility of Lysa actually turning to the dark side began to sink in. No, no she would never do that. It was just this Sith manipulating his emotions. He needed to stay calm, in control.
Of course, that didn't mean he couldn't toy with her emotions.
"Why did you kill my sister? Was it because she got in your way? Was it, and I think this is the answer, because she scared you? She represented everything you could ever strive to become and you wanted to eliminate your fear through violence." His hands trembled slightly, the emotions he was attempting to keep in check bubbling to the surface, which led to a rash decision.
He darted around the grave and thrust his saber forward, hoping the direct attack would at least deliver some damage. The thrust quickly turned into two overhead slashes, one of which connected with the support the Sith had been using for cover. A grinding noise could be heard, the tomb shaking as another support crumbled due to the lack of balance.
Oh man, that second ideas sound awesome...for serious. Let's go with that if you're ok with it :)
I wasn't even thinking that, but we can totally go that route!
Also, in terms of story arc, what did we agree on again? I have some ideas below, but do remind me if it's totally off kilter from what we discussed earlier:
-Jedi and Sith do battle cause...well, you know, the dead sister
-Jedi and Sith are buried in the tomb due to the chaos of their fight
-While calling a truce to get themselves out, they stumble onto the relic Lysa wanted to find, which has something to do with the original Sith and their origins in Wild Space.
Maybe they could find scrolls or old holos that point them to a planet in Wild Space?
What do you think? Additions/subtractions/comments?
Also, in terms of story arc, what did we agree on again? I have some ideas below, but do remind me if it's totally off kilter from what we discussed earlier:
-Jedi and Sith do battle cause...well, you know, the dead sister
-Jedi and Sith are buried in the tomb due to the chaos of their fight
-While calling a truce to get themselves out, they stumble onto the relic Lysa wanted to find, which has something to do with the original Sith and their origins in Wild Space.
Maybe they could find scrolls or old holos that point them to a planet in Wild Space?
What do you think? Additions/subtractions/comments?
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