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So soon were they into the fray. Jastyr adorned his shirt of mail and light jerkin of a deep green hue before affixing the plate armor for added protection. It was nothing spectacular or ornate, the metal more simple and utilitarian in design. As he grabbed his sword and shield, he reflected...

"Nothing exactly saying an ogre is or isn't a vegetarian," Jastyr said with a shrug as he meandered into the ring towards Fernwe and Sol. "Nor that they may like strange desserts? Who are we to judge and assume based on stereotypes?" The glyph-conjured ogre shimmered and dispersed as the...

A pleased expression etched across Jastyr’s face as Fernwe and her companion took to the challenge with gusto. She displayed a comfortable knowledge in her magic, using it to her advantage against such a massive foe by comparison proving herself to be a quick thinker, and a smart one to boot...

As they made their way to the Courtyard, Jastyr took the time to study the recruits, though his mind lingered on Azaria’s private trial. Pyrrhus had held back for the woman despite there being no guarantees Azaria would be proven innocent of her crime and allowed to continue on as a member of...

Jastyr was one that lingered after the culmination of the ceremony. All new recruits were christened into the order and marked per tradition. Elder Blackburn greeted them less formally, her voice lowered only for those within close vicinity. He turned his eyes away, watching as the veterans...

Thoughts of his own ceremony pulled Jastyr into the past only momentarily. His own vows rang through memory, the elation that bubbled within his soul then trickling through to the present as he stared, only to find his reminiscing break at the sight of Roland’s brand. The staff touched the...

Light glittered in Jastyr’s dark gaze as he sat up at Pyrrhus’s proposition, and just as he opened his mouth to agree, his action was interrupted by the heralding low tone of a horn. All hailed the king as he entered, standing and bowing in reverence and respect as he passed and took his place...

Jastyr already found himself content in his company, a smirk of amusement curling the end of his lips as inquiries were posed and observations stated. Roland introduced himself with strange enthusiasm for the morning after enduring a gauntlet which elicited an airy chuckle. “A pleasure,” he...

With an inclination of his head, Jastyr rose, fingers still plucking the final chords as he meandered over to the gathering group that presented invitation. The song came to a close with a flourish and retard, a grin spreading his lips as he greeted the unfamiliar faces warmly. “Thank you,” he...

Through the halls of the Circle’s headquarters chimed a melody plucked on the strings of a dulcimer. There were no lyrics to accompany the tune, it’s undulating chords calmly carrying just under the chatter about Artifacts and curiosities into the newest recruits for the Circle. There had been...

Jastyr Demorian Name: Jastyr Demorian Age: 33 Gender: Male Race: Satyr Details of Appearance: His silhouette is broad, imposing, and tall standing at 6’4”. Horns protrude from his skull, curling thickly in spirals at the sides of his head in a gleaming onyx glazed with a subtle iridescent sheen...

Are you opposed to reading? There are a lot of how-to books, particularly in the field of comics that can help you with panel placement. I wish I could remember the one I have, but it's tucked away in one of my containers after my move. As for proportions of characters, studying from real...

Ravara felt her concern well within her like water filling a glass and found herself hoping Prexis could come up with a plan. Children as an obstacle was unexpected to top off their current road block.  But he was just as frustrated, though more outwardly apparent, and she knew she needed to...

The door hissed to a close behind them after they filed into the private room.  Ravara turned her head somewhat towards their only exit as it sealed, her silver eyes flicking back towards Prexis as he plopped down on the sofa and nodded towards the door.  Dag'il grabbed a couple of bottles of...

How strange to request so much for so little.  Ravara turned her body away from the Asper Lounge as the twi'lek jumped at the offer.  She glanced over at Prexis in thought as an exchange was made.  One hundred credits for a simple small disc.  The budding artist walked away without much of an...

The limitations were already testing Ravara's patience.  This would be an easy task were she not under cover.  Her head shook somewhat in response as she studied their surroundings.  Something was off, though she couldn't quite place it.  It was enough for her to feel it best to back out, and...

She had felt it before his voice infiltrated her meditation.  It was a rare feeling in the Force for Ravara to sense something coming to the point where she couldn't fully interpret what exactly she was sensing.  It could have been the system, or the planet, or Dag'il, or that Prexis had moved...

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