Hey everyone. I want to get back into the game and I have a rough idea of what I want to do. I would like some feedback and help, turning my concept into something viable and interesting without following down roads which everyone has before. I use to play Mandalorians and Jedi, but since there...
Hey everyone, you probably don't remember me since it says the last time I was on was 2014. I use to play with Vencu and Kiro and my Jedi was trained by Sreeya and it was good times. I am looking to get back into the whole shooty stabby writing thing, any good ideas?
Cheers now,
Harry
Bora was still trying to figure Leucien out as he flung a fireball at his warhammer, how unexpected. What was more unexpected ,however, was Leuciens naivety to think that Bora relied on his eyes when he fought. No. He saw through the force. So as the lights and sounds and heat blinded and...
Breathing in he relaxed his body, the tense and superficial angst that engulfed him evaporated, his sense of what was around him faded and died, the fabric of reality revealed to him through his mind’s eye. Now he could see, he could really see. For a brief moment he was lost in the repeating...
Waiting, Bora dwelt upon the scene. How odd that they be using these exotic weapons that were so un-natural to them both. Juno had raised a good, yet subtle point ,however, for the Jedi need not flaunt their lightsabers as they travel the Galaxy, that is one way to draw unwanted attention...
Bora listened to Juno and nodded. He then diverted his attention back to the hammer which was in his hands, he felt his hands grip around its handle and he smiled a little, it was a good feeling, although he didn’t like what he was to do with it.
He looked at his opponent who was not the...
Peace. It is easy to speak of something so quintessentially simple, but so incessantly elusive for most. Bora had found peace, but his peace rested upon his restlessness, his hardworking nature and his dream of peace for all, a seemingly contradictory statement. The stress however was upon him...
To the untrained eye the scene was something quite comical. Five rather unremarkable sentiments looking into a crate of deadly weapons, how odd. Yet to those who could feel the force could feel the raw power that emitted from each of them, the force almost clinged to them, beacons of light in...