Recent content by Vossari Khaldun

Vossari chuckled mirthlessly at the thought of Trael impaling himself on a guardsman's spike. What an end to a Sith Master that would be. His chuckling ceased when Trael started making jokes about the wedding. "I would have looked beautiful beside him. And you ruined that for me." He waved his...

A feast of harrowing? It did indeed sound harrowing. "I like the sound of the word...'feast.'" Vossari mused, reflecting on the positive of the situation they're in. They were in! Infiltration success. Vander's quickness with a sword was duly noted, as well. As they wandered their way up the...

Ignorant crab?? Voss was shocked, gasping as he covered his mouth. "How dare you." He touched a finger to his chin. "I'm a very brilliant, charming, artistic crab." He said, having produced no art in the last three years. "Yes, in your time in the Order." There were always pureblood in the...

They were...they were flying! Magic really did know no bounds. Voss kicked his feet into the air and let out a giddy squee as they took off, completely enraptured by the magic of the moment. Off to Neverland! As they began to soar into the clouds above, the village below became a distant...

Voss had hardly marked the passing of days in between their last visit. He had been completely absorbed - with his affair with Lord Arcanos, for one, and with his work as a new Sith Master, for the other. There were so many other paths that Voss could have walked - him and Azar could have shared...

Vossari was as unruly and untamed as the seas, it was true. The only one who knew how to deal with him was Azar. And, even then, it was only because Azar understood him. Related to him. He was rumored to have been an unruly champion and acolyte - the words that he shared only underlined that...

They both went the route of 'destroy all the colonists.' It was good news, for Vossari, because this was the path that benefitted him the most. He was the only amphibious Sith Master that he knew of. "So, you two want to...blow it all up? Even this? My fancy, new motel?" The motel was neither...

Vossari's unpredictable rage issues were precisely why he had raised this. Trael had ruined for Voss the perfect proposal and the perfect storybook wedding. Every part of him wanted to wring the human's neck for his stupidity. But this moment, here, with Azar, was meant to be for the two of...

When they were together, it felt like they had never been apart at all. Vossari lost Korriban, lost Wrea, lost Azar's wives, lost his anxieties, and found only the man he loved in ecstasy. He lost count of the waning hours of the desert sun, completely lost in Azar. As their sweat intermingled...

Vossari smiled. Not only did he outrank Ayomi, a representation of his drive and personal prowess, he literally had saved their life after Arcanos disposed of their body into the oasis. Power and a favor. "Champion Jakarta. Still." He would savor this for the duration of their mission. "And...

Vossari smiled and waved at the tiny Clawdite woman. Her blade was ready, Vossari noted, but as long as these two kept their force powers under wraps, they had a permanent edge and advantage for any confrontation. Vossari smiled easily at the Clawdite woman, as she, in turn, regarded them with a...

Vossari's father had warned him about returning here. He didn't want to see his son's heart broken again. But Vossari was insistent, and Bakar, having been absent so long from his son's life, had no place to intervene into this struggle. Papa Khaldun relented, agreeing to abide by his son's...

It wasn't the phone call Bakar Khaldun was expecting to hear. Days had passed without word from Azar when Vossari Khaldun returned to Wrea wordlessly, with a tiny band of ice wrapped around his ring finger. He refused to explain, refused to even speak on it, as he poured himself into the work...

][/CENTER] It was storming when Voss's ship arrived to the small outpost on Drexel. It wasn't a surprise, of course - Drexel was well known for its terrible storms. Small, wooden huts imbued with technology greeted them - the kind of fusion between nature and science that would be more at home...

Iymril certainly knew the steps to this dance. "It gets sweeter. We are the Sith representatives." Vossari flourished his fingers, and two business cards appeared, as if by ~magic~. Old timey writing, with cursive from a heavy pen, showed the invite. It was a cordial invitation to join the...