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You're too kind, friend. It sorely needs to be updated and, in part, rewritten. One of these days!

I remember! That was the first thread I participated in on SWRP, I think. Yeah, I'm totes down to thread, man!

Hey, so, weird question - is there a line spacing command on XenForo? I used Vica's template, everything was going fine, and then under "ABILITIES & SKILLS" my text seems to swap from double to single line spacing. It's scrunched together and less visually appealing, but I absolutely cannot...

I know. No. Yes. Maybe. I am exceedingly mercurial. EDIT: Quick question, for anybody that reads this and is more versed with the new coding: why is the text underneath ABILITIES & TRAINING not double spaced, as everything above it is? Maybe I'm just missing it - lengthy chunks of coding are...

Rorik caught Orlaan - sort of, at any rate - as the larger man collapsed to his knees, ensuring that he did not split his skull on the rocky terrain. "Orlaan - what's wrong? What is it?" The young Jedi recoiled at his traveling partner's explanation, incredulity plain on his face. "What are...

"I can manage," he replied, examining the box. "You're not very technologically inclined, are you?" he asked, glancing pointedly at Orlaan. "This isn't even encoded. Our slave driver was fairly certain that nobody else would have access to his rig; it's a list of every major hub of slavery...

"Let's," he replied. * * * Their journey to the crystal cavern some four miles from the Singing Mountain Clan's camp was, at first, uneventful; a brush with a handful of dangerous local fauna - spiders and snakes, primarily - but nothing particularly noteworthy. They were on the last leg...

Rorik massaged his ass as he set boot on firm ground once more; he'd ridden his fair share of beasts, before, but these horses were obnoxiously uncomfortable. Having to invade the Witch's personal space to ensure that he didn't flop off of the horse while they rode had also eroded his comfort -...

"I do," he answered solemnly. A brief wave of darkness overtook him, but he would not let it settle; whether or not he was dealing with his grief in a healthy manner was unimportant to Rorik. For the time being - until he was ready to heal - he would put the past out of his mind and look towards...

Sore muscles ached pitifully, twisting under the weight of his lean body as Rorik hauled himself up over one more incline, over one more crown, cresting the path with a grunt. Despite the altitude of the mountain, the thick, humid forests and wide, flowing rivers had driven a respectable sheen...

Scoffing, Rorik glanced sidelong at Orlaan, his lips pursed. "War doesn't make me happy, Orlaan," he replied, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, "war is the only thing I've ever known: I was born into it. I've been fighting a war - somebody's war - since the day I was born...

"I do," he assured her, laughing. "That's why I said it was cute, you know." Swirling the bit of disgusting, hazy grog left in his tin cup, Rorik eyed her approvingly, inclining his head as if he'd just remembered something: "Somehow it reminds me of an old flame, in fact." Half-recanting, he...

Waggling his finger at her, Rorik shook his head. "By my reckoning, I've only avoided giving you my real name," he replied. "Besides that, I just so happen to know that you are, yourself, feeding me an alias, Alba." He waved his hand dismissively; they could both know each other under fictional...

"Mm," he agreed, "though I've already said that Grey is not, in fact, my name." He swirled his glass around in his hand a bit before adding, "I won't begrudge the boys their nickname, though. Not a lot of folks on the ship provide any entertainment - and they seem to genuinely enjoy when I...

"Alba," he repeated, scratching his chin. "I could bluff and insist that it's a beautiful name for a beautiful girl - or I could be honest and say that it doesn't sound much like a name to begin with." Rorik snickered, shaking his head; "I'm fairly certain I've been to a planet named Alba, come...

"Only when they're as pleasant as you, dear," he shot back coolly. "Can't guess where I'm from?" Rorik asked, somewhat astonished. "I take it you've never been to Coruscant - most folks can pin me right away." The coarseness of his tongue was a dead giveaway that he had come from the poorer...

Opting instead to deal, rather than reply to her estimation of how brown his eyes were, Rorik passed out a handful of cards between the both of them. He left the deck alone for the first hand, instead choosing to give chance its turn - or the illusion of chance, per Jedi philosophy. He didn't...

"Something like that," he replied, eyes cast down as he stacked sabacc cards, one atop the other. "We don't have to play, if you'd rather not," Rorik assured her, glancing at the barroom door, breaking out in a thin smile. "I've earned the lion's share tonight off the backs of those fools; I'm...

His eyes wandered towards Alba, tracing her figure thoughtfully before answering. "Thank you for your advice, dear," Rorik said, his voice heavily accented by his upbringing in Coruscant's undercity, "but I'd love to see them try." Shifting his coat backwards just a smidgen, he revealed a...

One table in the corner of the half-empty lounge was, not-so-miraculously, polluting the rest of the room with cigarra smoke, the sweet odor of cheap, hard liquor, and intermittent red-faced swearing. Four men lined the table, upturned juice crates planted beneath their rears, sabacc cards in...