TheElvenJedi

You never see it coming[Freedomliveson/The Elvenqueen]

He certainly went down in the most heroic fashion possible, good old Voldon. Man Kira is gonna be a mess when they tell her though;-;

You never see it coming[Freedomliveson/The Elvenqueen]

Little shorter than usual, but figured now would be a good time to slow stuff down just a TEENY bit, since it's such a big blow for them all to digest and all D:

(also, bravo to those last moments of Voldon's, I confess I teared up a little when I read the part about him thinking of how much he's gonna miss Kira ;-; ...gosh I am not looking forward to them having to break that news to her AT ALL)

You never see it coming[Freedomliveson/The Elvenqueen]

As Yerbol pointed out the grave state of their numbers, even WITH the help of the three Mystics, Aria couldn't help but carefully nod her agreement.
“How much difference can they honestly make? These Gormak don't strike me as the type to flee just because of some vaguely threatening mantras shouted at them.” she knew by now, from experience, that there would be SOME way for them to think their way out of the situation, but the Champion had to confess a distinct lack of any solid plans coming into her own thoughts at this precise moment. They didn't have to wait long, the Temple seeming to provide a solution all of its own, yet another explosion propelling the personnel in the room from their feet. Aria tried in vain to find purchase SOMEWHERE to keep her own balance, instead finding herself privy to some rather unattractive flailing of her limbs before finally grabbing onto an outcropping in one of the support pillars and dragging herself to her feet again. The entrance to the Temple was barred by a floor to ceiling column of solid debris as large as a full grown man in width, halting the terrible procession of the Gormak offenders. Aria shook her head in disorientation, having to blink a couple of times to ensure that the spectral shapes which appeared next were in fact there, tearing through the group of assailants with a vengeance right before the eyes of both Qyaari and Alliance troopers.

Their relief at the impending victory was cut through, however, by an indignant protest from the newly awoken Mystics, who stood in procession behind them and glaring severely at the newcomers to the Temple as they demanded an explanation.
“E-Er...I'm sorry…?” Like Yerbol, Aria fumbled for words, at a loss for any words to explain something that she didn't understand herself. Luckily, it seemed Cheriss was able to shed some light onto the Champion’s and Voss’ confusion.
“The Temple Guardians. Spirits of long-dead Voss Mystics, bound to the Temple building and assigned to protect it in...what was your wording? “Times of dire need”?” the Elder’s head cocked pointedly towards the petulant Mystics, arms spreading outwards to indicate the destruction around them. “I think THIS can be considered a grave enough emergency, no?” the Voss shrank back, perturbed, but seemed to exchange glances and contemplate Cheriss’ point as the Dathomirian gave a heavy sigh. “I apologise for the intrusion to your Temple, Mystics, but I fear if my fellow Elder had not awakened them we very well may have lost the Temple altogether.”
Much of the structure appeared to have already been compromised by the use of the rocket launchers before the spectral army had cleared the attacking forces, however with some time and care the outer walls and foundations could be patched up. Cheriss moved quickly amongst the Alliance commandos, issuing instructions for them to salvage what they could and to arrange for further help to be sent when possible. Aria found her own attention focused on the collapsed pillar in the center of the room, slowly processing Cheriss’ words and reaching a conclusion about what they meant.
“Voldon...sent them to help us?” she asked, trailing after the Dathomirian as she walked, though the Champion’s limbs felt weighted down with durasteel and she stumbled once or twice trying to keep up with the taller Force user’s strides.
“Yes.” Cheriss’ answer was simple, her attention focused on anything else but acknowledging the lack of the other Elder’s presence in the room.
“Is he…?” Aria trailed off, swallowing hard. “The tunnels, there are other ways out, right?”
The Elder did not reply immediately and Aria’s heart sank into her gut. “Ch-Cheriss?”

Cheriss froze then and turned her head, and the Champion was almost certain she saw the glimmer of tears in her eyes before she closed them in an attempt to disguise it.
“Voldon knew what he was doing, Aria. It was his decision to make.”

“S-So he’s just...gone?” the words stuck uncomfortably in the Champion’s throat, forcing her to swallow again, twisting her fingers restlessly through themselves as her subconscious tried to occupy her racing thoughts with physical movement.
“I’m afraid so.”
“What now?” perhaps what was most concerning, was the near-certainty Aria felt, in that none of the remaining Qyaari could be sure. Without the former Battlemaster at their head, what were the Qyaari? Voldon had been the anchor that held them together, reminding them of their true purpose and always ensuring that they kept on track, even as it seemed every other force in the galaxy was trying to tear them apart....
“Regroup, assess damages....” Cheriss lifted her head from its bowed position with a heaved sigh. “Make sure Voss is stable enough for us to make our return to Zinuthra so that we can join the others and track down whatever Faceless squadrons Manus deployed before he came here.” the corners of the Elder’s mouth twitched in a very, very faint smile. “At least we are assured one thing, without Manus and Jean dead, they are no longer a threat; whatever’s left of the Faceless is most likely nothing but confused younglings. We should try to round them up, if we can.”

What they would do with said captured Faceless after that fact, however, it was clear even Cheriss had no idea. Aria didn’t have the heart to voice her doubts of the plan, after everything that had just happened it provided a minute amount of comfort to have a goal to focus on...instead, she gave a nod of confirmation and shuffled back towards her partner, reaching out a shaking hand to touch his forearm lightly.
But as Yerbol raised his gaze to hers, Aria found herself forgetting what she had planned to say to him.

Warrior Cats; The Valley

@ViolentViolet I think we had briefly talked about my Frogshade being the grand-kit of your elder Twoface? but other than that I don't remember anything

and I'm not sure if genetically any of my cats are compatible? XD I can try and have a flick through tomorrow after errands and see if anything jumps out at me though :)

You never see it coming[Freedomliveson/The Elvenqueen]

Ooohh wow, very Nice! O__o I like it a lot actually, considering all the spirits they've dealt with on the planet thus far it makes sense too . I can definitely work with that! :')

It probably will be a bit shorter than usual xD but I will do my best. This'll be a lot for them all to process when it's over, poor things haha

You never see it coming[Freedomliveson/The Elvenqueen]

*covers eyes and resists the urge to peek* xD

As to waking the Mystics hmmm...perhaps they could employ some sort of Force trance or meditation themselves to "break into" the Mystics' trance? Thatd leave an avenue open for them to find out about Voldon's death during said trance if it seems appropriate?

Yes it is indeed! XD thank you! I was getting bored of the old one and figured it was time for a change. The artist did a wonderful job o:

You never see it coming[Freedomliveson/The Elvenqueen]

Hey, no worries! Life always comes first :) Glad to hear it's going well though, good luck! O__O

Warrior Cats; The Valley

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Frogshade

CliffClan
Location: The Gathering
Interacting with: Crowjaw @user, Ashclaw @Drakey

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Frogshade’s whiskers twitched a little, but whether it was an indication of surprise, or something else, was unclear. Instead, the she-cat simply gave a gentle blink in his direction before she spoke again.
“Thank you, Crowjaw....your assurances are appreciated, however some part of me doubts it would truly help him if it came to that.” the she-cat scuffed her paws uncomfortably and looked down at the ground, wondering if she had divulged too much of her own thinking to an enemy warrior no less, or perhaps it was all in her head and she was becoming a paranoid old mouse-brain like the elders she had once teased as an apprentice. The tortoiseshell shook out her pelt, tail arching up over her back as she dismissed the thoughts.
“Anyway, I think I will check on him now, before the Gathering begins. Thank you, for showing your concern.”

With that said, she trotted across to Ashclaw as he watched the LightClan she-cat move away into the crowd. Frogshade’s tail came to rest gently across Ashclaw’s shoulders, her voice soft as she murmured. “Are you alright? Anything you...want to talk about?”
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Let's B!tch. I feel it's a healthy release for our roleplay annoyances 2.0

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Please tell me you scoffed at them and said no.

@Inkarnate

Accordingly, of course. They are now not speaking to me, but their loss if they wanna be a baby over a profile pic LOL

Let's B!tch. I feel it's a healthy release for our roleplay annoyances 2.0

Excuse me, good sir/dame/indeterminate! Clearly, you have no idea the deep and traumatic experience that people go through when by your actions, you not only change your face, you shake the very world around you! You are given one chance to choose a face, and you must choose it wisely!

Okay, but for real, though

I get shook when people's profile pictures change, but that's mostly because all I have to base their 'appearance' on is the name, their chosen epithet (the titles some people put under their name) and their picture. I turn signatures off since it breaks immersion for me, and I know I'm missing out on some truly glorious things, but, I made my choice. However, even though it jars me when someone's picture changes, I am firstly; Not responsible for their wants, desires, or actions. Thus, if someone changes their picture, I may admit to my displeasure, but that's my problem, and not theirs. In the end, I don't mind, because it's everybody's own decision. And secondly; yeah, I've changed my picture twice so I'm not allowed to say anything, really.

@CollectorOfMyst

See now that kinda look on it doesn't bother me, but this person flat out PM'd me on Skype and demanded I not change my profile pics anymore like it was some kind of personal offense to her if I did so

Ummm...ok? Scuse you it's MY profile