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There were always some aspects of life's struggles that seemed to rear their heads at the worst of times. Venomous words were a common tool to corrupt the spirit. They were intangible, yet substantial. Often impossible to silence, combated only through experience, wisdom and knowledge. But when...

Without another thought, Telunaris snapped out his hand and rapidly released a radiant impulse of pure Light Side energies toward the Sith, acting so as to sear the Dark Side within and around them. With the Light washing over them, it would induce a burning sensation and choke their ability to...

Everything happened in seconds. Less_than seconds. Moments everlasting, and time interminable. Using the Force and beckoning it to his will, Telunaris hurled himself through the air, with each step of his becoming more fleeted than the last. In truth, as the world around him appeared to lengthen...

Brawling indeed. Pain surged through Telunaris's body as the dauðaröst landed a headbutt against him, but between the adrenaline pumping through him and readiness for combat, he was able to gather himself enough to recover without breaking his concentration through the Force. Even so, Telunaris...

Immaterial. Incorporeal. Nebulous. These were just a few words used to describe the—in many ways, indescribable—nature of the Force. In some ways, it was like the warmth of a sun, radiant and full of energy. Life-giving, nurturing and ubiquitously abundant. That was the Light, arrayed in all its...

The Misty Mountains It had begun. At least, in a manner of speaking. Telunaris's journey had actually begun in an entirely different part of the galaxy altogether, but now it felt more real, more... legitimized_as opposed haphazard. From the solace and serenity of Tython, Telunaris had departed...

"No one who says that actually wants_that to happen, Master", Telunaris said humorously, as Master Corliss departed. Thalia was candid, refreshingly so as far as he was concerned. And he needed that honesty. It kept one grounded, kept their perspectives and purpose in check when it needed to be...

The flash of light and fire from the frag grenade's detonation was a spectacle in its own right, to be sure. It was true that Telunaris had expected Talos to strike with a blaster against a single opponent, but he didn't let the reality of the situation take him by surprise, especially as...

Telunaris could feel the impact from striking the dauðaröst's shield through his arms, all the way down and deep into his bones. It was actually fortunate that he had exercised restraint in the attack. He was not, after all, interested in maiming the man, only disabling him from the fight. Even...

Telunaris had not spent as much time with Thalia Corliss as he would have liked, and on that, he did regret it. In fact, he often wished he could have known more of his peers better, with many that he'd known in the past having fallen, either in death or to the seduction of the Sith. Friends...

Telunaris was almost mesmerized during the final attack run, but he did hear Lucien's passing query. It really shouldn't have been the case, but the first thing he could not help but notice was Lucien's attempt at the proper pronunciation of the word, saying 'Bróðir' as 'Brodir'. "Sorry. Never...

In the distance, Telunaris could hear the shouting and the screams. All throughout the freighter, skirmishes had broken out, but it had at least seemed that none of the raid groups had free reign. In a manner of speaking, that was actually good news in a bad situation. As for him? On that, there...

"Ég geri ráð fyrir að það verði að vera", Telunaris remarked, thinking about the fact. It hadn't occurred to him, at least not all at once beforehand, but of all organizations to join, the Jedi Order was almost perfectly antithetical to the warrior culture of the Deucalians. The Jedi Master...

Telunaris smiled almost by reflex. Of all the members of the Council dispatched, Master Corliss. There were some members within the Order that considered her to be somewhat crass and insensitive, even unrepentantly, but Telunaris honestly found it charming. To an extent, even refreshing. Perhaps...

Telunaris wasn't blind, he could see that Lucien's craft was still whole and functioning, but there was something about a verbal confirmation that just put the mind at ease in a way sight simply didn't. Or perhaps couldn't? "Bróðir, these fighters aren't cheap. We bring them back broken...

Telunaris listened closely at hand as the other masters took the initiative in inquiring of the Jedi before them. He had heard of this Jedi Knight before, Azar Torsin. A companion of Grand Master Wyck, valiant in his duty—none could deny it—but Telunaris hadn't the pleasure of knowing the man by...

It was almost a fascinating happenstance in its own right. By now, Telunaris had spent as much time among the Jedi Order as he had among his own people. He'd fought on battlefields from the Deep Core to the Outer Rim territories and everywhere else inbetween. And in all that time, he honestly...

As the ship exploded, the sheer amount of fiery light made Telunaris wince, even through the polarized transparisteel. A brilliant display, even if holding a level of tragedy in what it represented. It was never worth celebrating death by necessity, but a necessity, it indeed was. "Lucien! You...

It was loud... but, wasn't. The air was still, but there was an outcry in the air, as if one were in the midst of a mighty and terrible storm. Shadows obscured all sight, as if trying to peer through tendrils of grayish-black smoke. As he reached up, clear as a cloudless sky, he saw his hands...

"Good call, diverting target now!" It'd taste a lie if Telunaris said aloud that he was glad to switch targets. This_freighter was tenacious, but it had gotten to the point where it was just annoying. Besides, with what Telunaris had in mind, perhaps their circumstances would soon change. After...