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When Xoh swung his blade he was almost surprised to find it striking true, the creature shrieking in agony as one of its eyes was slashed open, though the Falleen did not stick around to see the spray of blood or the abominations writhing. Sprinting through the underbrush on Connor's heels, the...

The sound of something slithering through the undergrowth cut off Xohhar's mental cursing at Connor for making him think of the ripped poncho acting as a dinner bell for the mist hunters, his hand gripping the hilt of his vibrosabre tightly as he looked around with narrowed eyes and tense...

Xohhar looked back over his shoulder at the offer made by Vyrassu, the sound of the Horde diminishing as they seemed to be pursuing another. Keeping his weapons drawn but held at his side, the Falleen acolyte watched apathetically as Connor (@Apollyon) stepped forward and jammed the jagged metal...

Xoh sighed when Connor expressed his doubts about the Falleen's dream scenario of an easy trip off this godsforsaken rock and muttered, "I wasn't actually expecting to find any of it, but it'd be nice if we did," before scrambling down the tree behind the half-Sephi and let out a sigh of relief...

The sound of zombies groaning and pounding feet in the hall behind them lent Xoh speed and urgency, reaching out with the Force in tandem with Arak (@Javier esschoolbus ) to wrap around the expanding Alchemist. Stepping forward and twisting around, the Falleen acolyte let out a grunt of effort...

Xohhar stood on the bank well back from the brackish water with his sword held limply at his side and his possibly magic umbrella held over his head against the drizzling rain, watching as Nash took out her aggression on the mutated alligators. When she flipped into the air and landed on the...

Xoh was moving cautiously on the raised stones when Connor spoke, his eyes fixed on the murky waters around them and the Force curling around him as he tried to sense anything through the morass of life and underlying decay that fed the bog. Flicking his eyes toward the Half-Sephi beside him and...

Xohhar was distracted by the flow of power between the Wrean Champion and the runes he was scrawling into the dirt as the water flowed and froze over them - while he had no understanding of the language written, the Falleen could feel the power flowing off of them - creation and destruction...

When Xoh realized that their group had winnowed - Serene and the slave guide disappearing, Connor vanishing down some corridor, the Mandalorian who's name he didn't care to learn or remember being - leaving him with Connor's two friends (@Sreeya & @Javier esschoolbus) and the quiet rune reader...

"I murdered my first person when I was fifteen, I'm not arguing against being called a murderer- just that in this case I didn't actually intend to murder him... yet." When Arak and Connor turned to give him a look the Falleen pointed at Nash as she mentioned that it was normal for Champions to...

Xohhar had found himself in the gaze of things infinitely more powerful than himself far more often than he'd like since joining the Sith; the Masters that stalked the halls of the Academy weighing the measure of possible Apprentices, the sickly creations of Darth Occidius on Utapau, the...

Xohhar found himself counting backwards from a hundred every time the human acolyte did something that frustrated him; when the comm code she rattled off immediately closed the connection every time he tried to connect a call, when she gave him that sheepish smile as the gruff Besalisk cab...

Xohhar was humming to himself as they followed Nash carving her way through the vegetation until they found a rudimentary path, his poncho swishing around his legs with each step and catching on the wind to billow out behind him like a cloak as the storm rolled in. He tilted his head at Connor...

Xohhar felt his head swimming from the whiskey, swaying in his seat as he listened to Connor talk about this girl that he was clearly smitten with. Smiling, he pat the half-Sephi on the shoulder and leaned forward onto his elbows at the edge of the table while gesturing with his shotglass. "She...

Xohhar looked at Nash with the most guileless, neutral expression he could muster - though she might be able to see the corner of his lips twitching upward into a barely-there smirk. "Me, with a guilty conscience? Hardly. Besides, legally speaking, I can't be held accountable if attempting...

Xohhar was looking down at the sleek and shiny metal of his new prosthetic arm while the others gathered around the body, silently resolving not to mention to the others that he was fairly sure he'd squeezed too hard and driven the human's ribs up into his lungs. The Falleen Acolyte glanced at...

Xohhar stared down at his phone after hearing a chime to indicate the connection had been made only to nearly drop it in horror at the face of the abomination staring back through the camera. Whatever the distance, whatever means it had used to take control of the Seeker droid, the Falleen...

"Knowledge is power," the Falleen acolyte said with a shrug, acknowledging the comment about his curiosity before falling silent as the Wrean started speaking about what he hoped to find on the desolate world. His eyes were half closed, the preconceived notions about the nature of the galaxy and...

Xo had lost count of the number of shots they'd knocked back, the Falleen trying to drown his grief and rage in whiskey and finding that the amber-colored liquid was doing more than a good enough job. He'd been cautious toward Connor at first, his paranoia and good sense all screaming that...

"Yes I took the pic- well, I wasn't sure if I wou-" Xohhar barely had a breath to get a word in edge wise, the Wrean Champion speaking fast and flamboyantly as he congratulated the Falleen Acolyte for a job well done on Glee Anselm - and wasn't that a shock for him to hear considering he...