Recent content by Kedu Amihan

The half-Annfyn helped the Knight settle down, ocean eyes assessing her both physically and through the Force. Upon ascertaining that she was managing to heal herself after watching her for a few moments, the Wanderer reverentially dipped his head to acknowledge her words. Sybella was correct...

The Ubir queen was as hideous as it was fascinating. What it lacked on finesse and the advantage its wings would have offered, the creature made up for with nimble movements and an almost unparalleled strength. With the Wanderer remaining largely unharmed from the encounter, he managed to...

Despite the protective layer he constructed through the Force to prevent his eardrums from being shattered by another powerful howl from within the cave, the Wanderer could not prevent even one of his hands from discarding what it held so he could press his palm against one ear. He blinked once...

The Senator of Champala didn't need to reopen old wounds on his person, to share a tale that obviously continued to haunt him up to this very day, but the message he intended to send was heard and received by the masses. It wasn't the first, nor would it be the last, that the Wanderer would see...

”Are you sure about this, Mister Wanderer? I mean, I’ve just recently become an adult by my culture’s standard, and to be honest I barely escaped with my life when I-” A fanged half-smile made Gol pause with her worried rant, brows drawn anxiously when the Wanderer - garbed in a very colorful...

The moment the wrathful crowd's will refused to be swayed, the Wanderer withdrew his attempts at once. To him there was no sense in wasting energy against a force that resisted, so he opted for the next practical thing. Leaving the woman he had stopped from throwing the rock to herself, the...

Always wandering The only good thing that came out of not blatantly identifying himself as a Jedi was that he was spared from the masses' judging, persecuting glares and hatred. As a wandering merchant, people in need –who could spare the credits for much needed necessities – only spared him...

The conflict within the Nautolan seemed to have completely disappeared, the emotion replaced with discomfort and regret. There were actions the Wanderer took that appealed to an individual's negative emotions, even more so because the half-Annfyn almost always appeared as if he didn't care. It...

Anxiety hung in the air, the source being the Wanderer's new acquaintance and not so much from the audacious foursome behind them. The ragtag group of thieves mingled among both merchants and patrons, playing pretend so as not to rouse the suspicions of two Force-sensitives who already sensed...

"Excellent," the half-Annfyn replies, smile widening just enough to show not only satisfaction but also a pair of gleaming fangs. He shot Krinn an expectant gaze, waiting for him to lead the way, then paused when he felt eyes on them – well, more on the Wanderer than his newfound acquaintance...

A farmhand, the Nautolan was, peering into the wandering merchant's spirit through the Force. The Wanderer didn't even think to ask if the young man liked or despised what he saw, though it was plain to see how the latter seemed to relax at what he'd discovered. It wouldn't surprise him if being...

The apology was lost on him, one brow rising as he continued to regard the Nautolan beside him whose breathing was coming to a steady rhythm. The Wanderer, for his part, averted his gaze from the young man, eyes settling on the shopkeep instead. What was there to be sorry for, he wondered. For...

Somewhere along the way, he had picked up a stick and was now using it as a makeshift cane. He did not need one in any way, but he found amusement on the feel of rough bark on his palm rather than the soft but firm straps of the large, wooden box he carried on his back. He had passed by fields...