Character sheet is up!
Ultimate goal is to reach that hidden shrine on Coruscant, but that is a long march. For now I want to try to claim territory for the Sith. Maybe ruffle some Republic feathers until we scare out some Jedi from their nests.
If I'm reading the new map right, the square on...
I plan on playing for the Sith. Character sheet isn't up yet, but for accounting purposes you can put me down. Haven't settled on a name yet, but I know she's going to be a Firrerreo.
This is more a matter of being new than anything else. I started a Jedi, and as history has proven, I quickly lose interest playing on the good side.
Who, in the upcoming timeline, would I talk to about taking an active role in the Sith campaign?
While I see my future character as a field...
I try to. I'm a lot better than I was when I first started doing it.
She watched Fen concentrate to direct her breathing, and then how much it seemed to take out of her.
You will have to find your own timing. How long you take for each step of the cycle. At first just a four count made me...
Nonsense. Only the dead have no use of breathing.
Her voice was still little more than a whisper, eyes still lingering between the stars.
Live the white, know the black.
This, from all she took from Dagobah, was the thought that troubled her most. But for now she would redirect herself to...
Will this Order continue with the new timeline? I intended my character to do pretty much what I've read in the descriptions of the faction, and would likely find the training I'm really looking for here.
If so, I'll definately put in an application. I'm with the Jedi presently, but have been...
Time seemed to matter little in the endless transition between in and out. While her mind would occasionally fleet away to something troubling her heart, anything from her parents, her future, even this new, lost friend, but Savora would redirct her attention back to breathing.
You cannot...
In...two...three...four....five...
Hold...two...three...four...five...
Out...two...three...four...five...
Hold...two...three...four...five...
Fen wasn't coming out, and that was fine. She'd face it eventually. And there had been enough talk. Not just aloud.
Her breathing had began to fall into...
Anyone happen to know it? It's an odd one, I know, but being a Zelosian and all it doesn't seem proper not to study it.
I have designs that will hopefully not only aid the order, but civilian populations around the galaxy.
If no one knows it, or does and doesn't feel like training, I'll go off...
Lost to the stars Savora didn't notice how long Fen stood motionless at the doorway on a hair trigger of rocketing backwards. When she finally did speak her words only echoed what her body was screaming. Fear. A fear Fen felt quite appropriate.
No, no. This must be now, while the fear runs deep...