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Star Wars: Worlds on Fire

The blood was hot, the pain behind it hotter. Her body shook violent little tremors, her hands covered in her own blood as she moved slowly. The battle was over, the very last of the Mandalorian attack force laying cold and dead in the small chamber just feet away from her, armor and flesh burnt black from the oversized blaster that ripped through the Mandalorian from behind. He'd shot the Jedi first, snapping her out of Battle Meditation. Then he gloated about it, and starting taunting the suddenly shot and suddenly bleeding Jedi Apprentice. The Guard Captain of the Palace had been ordered by Catsai to protect Vera.

He'd saved her life.

So why was Vera anxious about Catsai's return?

Because I'm bleeding. Because she's in love with me.

The thought alone sparked a hotter heat than any blaster wound, and left her feeling drunk. Vera snorted, loudly, as the Guard Captain hovered over her, ripping her robes away from her left shoulder and stabbing in the pain killer. Vera-Li howled, the haze of her body in shock, her knees sliding slowly over the polished marble floor below. The room was little more than a prayer chamber, as they called it. Six walls, two doors, and a ceiling so high it was lost in the darkness of shadow. It was in the center of the Palace, in a lower level where the walls were thicker and the paths much more of a maze than the palace main floors above.

It was the perfect place for her to setup to turn the tide of the battle.

"I don't know how you did it," The Guard Captain said, "Even the youngest recruit started shooting straight."

She tried chuckling at the mental image, but instead the sound of pain came out, and her right hand went straight to her left shoulder in reactionary instinct. The narcotic started working on synapsis after synapsis in her brain, a chain reaction she could track if she focused. Which she could, for all of half a heartbeat, before the Force shifted around her, allowing her to sense what was coming.

Or rather who.

"Slowly, Jedi," the Guard Captain's voice was calm, and firm, his body just the same as he very patiently helped her to her feet. "This was a small Mandalorian attack. We should be ready next time, now that we have enough time to prepare. Thank you Jedi. Now let's get you upstairs to the medics."

Vera thanked the man, and tried to make a step, before her head became a whirlwind of narcotic heaviness and physical shock. A new appreciation for the human Guard Captain's physical sturdiness, that he kept her from falling right back to the floor, that.....she's close. "Excuse me, Guard Captain, I'll get off here." She smiled, the sound of humor in her otherwise pained tone.

"Are you certain? Your wound--"

"--will mend. Trust me when I say you don't want to be here in the coming minute or two. This wall," she said, patting it with bloodied left hand, as if she were an expert on walls testing it's soundness, "can hold me up just fine in the meantime." And as she said it, she shifted her weight, until her left shoulder was leaning hard into the wall so that it kept her upright. The narcotics, the pain, the reaction after reaction inside her body, reverberating from her physical being into the Force all around her.

Even her heart leapt. Was it the pain? The narcotic?

Or the fact that she was in love with the woman coming for her in a beeline?

No, no. She shook her head, hard, harder, and again. Then there was even more heat, tears? Tears were streaming, steaming her hot cheeks. Then the shadow...Vera's eyes followed the shadow from the ground to the source of it: that figure in the door. Vera tried to smile at the figure in the door, tried to say something, but all she could think to say was...

"I'm okay," Her eyes flashing from Catsai in the doorway, to the dead Mandalorian on the ground, back to her Master. "I'm...I'm pretty dizzy but hey at least you got involved in the Mandalorian fight...I'm...gonna sit down." She said, her left shoulder rolled forward until her back was flat against the marble wall, and from there, she slid down until the marble floor stopped her. Her bright blue eyes cloudy and bloodshot, Vera frowned.

"Are you hurt?"

Introductory Post.

It's done.

Which is to say the GM team has completed compiling the information and guides required to start the game, because there's more they want to do and likely more will come up in the playing of the game that needs to be done...but for now it's done enough.

With that disclaimer out of the way: welcome to the Star Wars Persistent Galaxy roleplay!

There have been changes since the last time people have heard from me about the game, but the biggest is that all characters will have to be applied for now. In terms of balance and fairness the GMs thought it best to require sheets for every character at the start, and if we get to a point where we can let people just drop a sheet for a low level character and hop right into the game than we will. For now we take the cautious approach.

You still have freedom of movement, freedom to make your own stories, no matter how big or small. There will be plots initiated by the GM team, as the state of the galaxy at the moment is a dangerous and uncertain time filled with the potential for galactic wide conflict. More on that from the GM team shortly.

In the longterm we hope the players involvement and action regulate the GM group to referees and Character Sheet judges, and little more. If you find something you don't like, tell the GMs and/or myself. Got an idea that would help improve a CS template? Got a question about one of the guides? Spot an error? A Persistent World RP can only thrive with player involvement and buy-in, so never hesitate to speak up even if it's something as simple as, "Man, those CS templates sure are long..." We get it, and we'll do what we can to constantly continue to refine and improve the game to fit the players.

I can't thank the GM team enough. Special thanks to our amazing GM consultant Sundered Echo, without whom it would've taken twice as long to get to this point. Special thanks also to our first Lorekeeper, Seren, who has done a great job by helping in any way she can whenever she was needed. Thank you very very very much to both!

As a reminder, the GM/Persistent World Mod team:

Ellri - Sith Empire GM.
Heat - Jedi Order GM.
Sini - Sith Empire GM.
Ezekiel - Republic GM/Independent Factions GM. (Bounty Hunters, Smugglers, Criminals, Mandalorians, etc.)

At the moment I'm filling the Tech GM spot, which encompasses everything from personal tech, to weapons, to speeders, to starships.

They've done a great job.

Expect the OOC to be posted very soon. In the meantime join us in the Persistent Galaxy's Discord server if you have any questions, or just want to brainstorm characters and stories with fellow roleplayers.

Name Change Request

Mind if I had my name changed to BleedingLover if possible, please?

@Cliffspiracy

Done.

Post deletion request

roleplayerguild.com/posts/4862065

can someone delete this

mods please. thanks

@Zoey White

Done.

Let's Talk: The Discord Discussion

Discord is where a lot of clique-think meets reality, and the result is a mess. Not a surprise.

RP wise...it's just more functionality than Tinychat and Skype. It's easier for people to come and go from Discord servers, and you can easily hype up your friends on one server and then bring that to another server. It's almost like digital tribal warfare at times when the drama really kicks up.

It's pretty funny, and sad.

Yeah I can see Discord increasing the level of toxic drama, just as much as it increases convenience and functionality for GMs and RPers. Staff often finds it's a very small percentage of people that participate in the toxic drama and RP regularly. You're usually around for one, or the other, rarely both. Discord exposes people that way.

Balances out in the end.

💟 An RPG Valentine 💟

I got zero notifications from this thread.

Heartfelt awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww and thanks to everyone with a shoutout to me. Right back at each and every one of you.

As for me...Freddie, David. This place would suck without you two.

V...minemineminemineminemyfavorite.

Happy V-day bitches!

Star Wars: Worlds on Fire

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Vera-Li S'vrone understood it.

It was as intuitive to her as it would have been counter-intuitive for most of the galaxy. Even to the hearts that were attuned to it there was but pings of sound, distant notes of wonder in which they fascinated upon and meditated upon. This was the Force as they understood it. The longer that a Jedi meditated and reflected upon each sound and note, the better they might come to understand it. One day, many years from now, they might even be able to master it. The very foundational logic in which the entire Jedi Order had been constructed upon over the generations.

It just wasn't always true. What Vera-Li heard when she closed her eyes and opened her heart to the very primordial energies of the universe she heard sounds and notes too. The difference was almost beyond comprehension. Whereas a Jedi Master might hear a distinct sound, prehaps even close, Vera-Li heard many sounds and more. She heard each note played pricely, struck with cosmic precision so that it sang loud and endless into the void of all creation. One note was struck after another, then another, at times simultaneously. Each echoed with the ones before it, until just a moment's meditation upon the Force became a symphony of universal sound playing any time she but slowed her mind and listened.

That she could sense Master Catsai approach was comparable to saying she could see the dim lighting recessed in the polished pale stone ceiling of the tower temple chamber that was occupied by Vera-Li, and had been since she was first graduated to the rank of Padawan at the age of thirteen standard years. There were a few wooden chests tucked carefully under the large bed that had found it's way into her room by a simple requisitions mistake by the temple Quartermaster Corps. Funny how Vera-Li always managed to have the right kind of sweet fruit that the Quartermasters that cared for her tower always favored.

Allow the Force to guide you, and you can never go wrong.

That was the advice the old Holocron gave her. That was the advice she took to heart as a Youngling. It hadn't failed her yet, and didn't especially when she had wished for a larger bed aloud to one of the Quartermasters. She'd already been sneaking them treats for years by that point. Always asking about them, always caring, always being courteous. Some in the Order called her spoiled, most just seemed to agree she was maybe the most agreeable and sweet natured Jedi in the Order.

She sensed her Master from across the Temple, where the Knights were housed. Battle Meditation had come to her from the Sense school of the Force. More specifically telepathy. It was as natural to Vera-Li as breathing. She sensed her Master in her sleep at this point. Respect and her own integrity had kept Vera-Li from going any further than the sensation of presence, and the flares of emotion that licked off Catsai's Force presence like solar flares off a hot star.

When Catsai entered the room, the meditating Padawan floating with crossed legs and hands calmly pressed palms together before her simply but noticably tilted her head to her left--the direction from which her Master entered the room. Even untethered and allowing her mind to float like her body ended up doing in the physical realm she was still hardwired to Catsai. It explained the tiny frown that resulted in the corners of her pale pink lips, still wet from the protective gloss she had applied before entering into meditation. It wasn't enough to her that while most Padawans were trying to follow small floating droids around the Temple, and she was following her Master with laser precision every moment of the day.

Not while Master Catsai felt like this. Moments after Catsai walked in did Vera-Li ground herself, her big green eyes opened, and she stood from the ground in a single fluid motion before approaching the small fireplace framed in the center of the half circle shaped room and the tea kettle. The tea was too hot to do more than take a tiny little test sip. The tea was half as hot as Master Catsai's Force presence.

It was a different kind of heat than usual. Then the news came from Catsai's lips.

"You're upset, Master," words that came like faint murmurs, yet words that would not have been more clearly heard had Vera-Li screamed them instead. Pale pink lips came together as they blew on the cup of Orzan rose tea. Once as she stared at the tea, once as her eyes lifted and stared into Catsai's eyes. It always made her smile, staring into Catsai's eyes. Even hot as her Master was, there was no helping that hint of a smile from playing at the corners of her mouth. The only way she stopped the smile was taking a full sip of the hot tea, before passing it on to Catsai. "Please, my Master, drink."

She sat directly next to Catsai, kneeling beside her before coming to sit on the legs folded beneath her. Catsai smelled of the halls of the Temple, of the places where Knights lingered and spoke quickly in otherwise Temple corridors and vaults. Vera-Li's eyes never left Catsai's now, green eyes smoldering in the dim lighting of the tower chamber, flickering light and shadow from the fire in the small fireplace looming over her face as she focused on Catsai.

Trying to read while keeping herself half-blind. Vera-Li thought she saw, even half-blinded, and the image it brought to her only brought sadness to her voice.

"They made you leave because of me, again."

Vera-Li's head jerked. Away from Catsai. Away from the sight of her. What erupted in the Padawan was emotion, and could only obscure her connection to the Force. Worst of all was the source of the silent and unseen emotional outburst: attachment to Catsai. Vera-Li was anything but impulsive and random. The words that followed were well thought out. She had even practiced saying them before, so she wouldn't mess them up. "I could petition a change in Master. The Council would be inclined to grant any request I gave them, especially in this matter. My holding you back from where you need to be is detrimental to your path in the Force. They would see the wisdom in that."

She nodded after she finished speaking, as if she was adding a level of certainty to her words. As if just saying the words hadn't made her feel nauseated. Emotion would be ignored. This was doing what was best for all, and especially for Catsai, who had never been anything less than an amazing Master to her. Despite the heat, despite the unspoken--and that had to be this. That had to be the feeling that Vera-Li was holding her back.

No more, the Padawan was certain. No more, she promised herself.

What do you want out of the PW?

<Snipped quote by Sep>

Theres the nail and the head.

While you may have progress, and solid grounds / ideas. To most of the guild they might perceive as there is no viable progress, after the last one tanked too, the perception that it is worth the time investment is important.

Simple updates listing that development, ideas and concepts shows its not the same as its predecessor.

Now You shall probbly rage at me for this statement but it is true. Sometimes the perception, is just as important as the progress. From afar looking at that, it seems in 3 weeks you have little gains when you have many. Yet there is no sign to show it.

Hate all you like but the above is thr honest truth of the matter.

@PrinceAlexus

No it's not.

Let alone the statement that the last one tanked and trying to use that as some justification.

There isn't even a last one. This was put on hold while we waited on Mahz. Mahz returns, does what he needs to do, we resumed but so much time had passed I decided to reshuffle the crew.

There. Now you might have a clue what you're talking about.

Yes perception is reality. We just care more about doing it right.

Obligatory Hello?

Welcome to the Guild!