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Veltharion was chanting softly under his breath as the speeder rumbled to life and his fellow Acolytes scrambled on board, his hands held palm down at his sides and the Force twisting strangely around him. As a shaman of his own people Veltharion was not unfamiliar with matters of spirits and...

Veltharion stilled as the old man's words resounded in his head, thoughts racing over the cultists and the strange sense of things in the Force - it felt like the Hungry One, and the Barabel shaman-turned-acolyte knew better than most the dangers of meddling with sleeping gods. The earth began...

Veltharion watched with wide eyes as a section of the mighty wall where they'd planted the Longfang's kyber bomb practically disintegrated, stone and debris flying in all directions and clearing the way into the city itself. Reaching for his belt, the Barabel acolyte removed the finely-wrought...

Veltharion remained standing by the boat with the old man and the charhounds, looking out over the mists and the distant hillock where their prize waited. He eyed the trees dubiously, not sure if the branches could even support his weight, to say nothing of the diseased and dead looking wood...

Veltharion crossed his arms over his chest as their guide spoke, nodding along as if the man's words about supplying a cult of bog dwellers with stupid teenagers in exchange for sex with their cult leader was completely normal and not at all concerning. The Barabel acolyte hummed thoughtfully...

Veltharion and the Kressh Warriors moved as quickly as they could while staying out of sight from any defenders who may not be distracted by the attack at the bridges. A loud rumble and crash in the distance seemed to indicate the attack on the towers was going well, but Vel refused to let...

Veltharion was eying the ducklings speculatively, trying to decide if it would be worthwile to request a sauce from the bartender when Arak gave a howl and leapt toward him. Smiling wildly, Veltharion caught the scrawny Pureblood midair and pulled him into a tight hug, clapping him across the...

Veltharion extinguished his lightsaber and twirled the pike as it collapsed before clipping it to his belt, fangs bared in a wide grin as he watched the snake slither away sans it's jaw. Reaching out a hand the Barabel acolyte gave the charhound a pat on the head and said, "There'z a good boy,"...

Veltharion watched the opening salvos of the battle from the back of his Hound, sanguine eyes narrowed in concentration as he considered the tactics and Sith way of waging war. He had been waging war against other clans on Barab 1 since he was old enough to wield a spear, but among his people...

Veltharion had been enjoying his fruit juices so far, the bright red orbs floating in the glass absorbing the shiny pink liquid and giving it a burning tang that warmed his tongue and all the way down to his stomachs. This new drink from Braidz on the other hand did not taste so good and the...

Veltharion hissed at the snake as it spat at the boat, twisting under the globs and watching as they sizzled against the metal and ignited the clothing on their guide's back. Trying and failing to hold back his sissing laughter - despite the pain in his jaw - the Barabel acolyte reached to turn...

Veltharion blinked at the strange sensation of his jaw being held still by the Force, sanguine eyes narrowing at the sensation of being restrained before pushing the flash of rage away to focus on Karys' words. He made a thoughtful chirping noise, turning the words over slowly in his mind and...

Veltharion was running through a final check of his gear and armor, tugging on straps and checking to make sure that he'd have everything he'd need for the battle ahead; his lightsaber pike was in it's collapsed state and hanging at his hip beneath his dark cloak, scatterblaster hanging from his...

Veltharion, by virtue of his status as an academy acolyte, had been assigned a small folding cot in the large tent that served as the barracks for the war beast riders. The scouting mission had been successful and after reporting that the riverbank seemed safe for a campsite the Barabel had...

Veltharion moved with a grace that seemed strange on such a bulky frame, matching Karys step for step and adding flourishes with his tail, the senuous limb curling and twisting tightly around himself and then spreading out to encompass the hulking Pureblood in its movements, creating space from...

Vel wasn't paying too much attention to the strange dialect of the swamp human, his focus instead on the water rippling out from beneath the boat with an almost child-like fascination, reaching down to dip his claws into the water and catch bits of leafy vegetation on the tips. Coming from the...

Veltharion was engrossed in his drink when Karys spoke up, trying without success to use the little plastic umbrella to spear the cherry floating amidst the ice, and let out a surprised sound as he looked up and saw the extended hand. The Barabel acolyte hummed consideringly and then drank the...

Veltharion let out a surprised squawk as Nash (@Sreeya) grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him back to the bar, a declaration on her lips and a small glass of something bright green that was shoved into his hand. Looking between it, the Twi'lek girl, and Karys (@Apollyon) with a puzzled...

The Barabel looked strangely at Nash, sanguine eyes tracking gold as they seemed to rove over his body paint and scales before going back up. She completely bypassed his question about why she had dressed differently than described when she shoved a tall glass filled with something bright pink...

Veltharion had decided that it would be nice to get to know his fellow Sith outside of classes and missions. While the Barabel had been among them for nearly two years at this point, most of that time had been spent reconciling his own shamanistic practices with the Sith understanding of the...