Community [Isekai Hell] Starbourne Festival [Dark side/May Event]

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Hello everyone; this RP is set in the world of Isekai Hell; you can find information about the world here.

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In the kingdom, an ancient prophecy foretells the return of the Starborne during a rare cosmic event known as the Astral Alignment. This year, the Astral Alignment falls on May 4th, and the kingdom prepares for a grand celebration called the Festival of the Galactic Knights. The alignment is celebrated by some and called a danger by others. As the Astral Alignment approaches, long-lost artifacts connected to the Starborne's powers resurface. However, a new moon has suddenly appeared in the sky, and no one can explain why. A strange new portal has opened up at the Astral Temple, and people in strange armor with strange weapons have been seen around it. Despite this, thousands of souls travel far and wide to participate in the festival. Many sell their goods and hope to claim something exotic while attending. At the top of the mountain is a large temple dedicated to the Astral Alignment, in which a crude circle of stones sits at the center. Many scholars have attempted to figure out the meaning of these stones. Now the heroes are racing against time to find the meaning to this prophecy as the clash of good v. evil has come to our world.

A man stood in dark armor as men in similar white armor to the other group that arrived rushed out to spread the word. This particular group set up outside the temple with lanterns that glowed on their own and the humming of some machine that powered it. Seeing several people gathered to their camp, the man slowly floated to the ground and stood up. Walking up a small set of steps, as he cleared his throat, "I'm Darth Malgus of the Galatic Empire, your planet for better or for worse had an item very precious to me hidden here. The key to the battle station above resides on this planet. I want that key in my position those of you there are here survived the test to come in and the others have been...dealt with. The key is somewhere in this temple there is supposed to be a door opening here tonight. Bring me the key and your lives may yet be spared along with this pathetic planet. Fail me and you shall know the true power of the dark side," Malgus threatened the group.

"Follow the path to your right and you will come across the armory where you will pick up a lightsaber or a blaster you will find my apprentice there." Malgus concluded as he stepped off the stage and walked over to what looked to be a command station with holographic images of several ships and three round objects that looked to be the representation of planets.
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[Elvario]

Zahrah Fiore

Spoiler: Full Image & Source

From:
Astolfo

Power: Force Precognition
Fighting Style: Twin Lightsaber Style E [specialized]
Tech Core: Reflect, Linked

Zahrah was in a great mood! After all, the stars were aligned, which was amazing~ Today was the day they'd make the whole world happy! Mostly by not letting it get destroyed by Mally being mean again. On the topic of that... “Oh, come on Mally, don't be such a spoilsport~ We'll get you your item, key, thingy, whatever it is~ Right guys?” They'd turn to the others with them. “Hey, hey, ho! Let's go!” They cheered, before turning back to Malgus.

“The true power of the dark side? Oh my~ How exciting~ I sort-off want to fail on purpose now~ Muahahaha! By the way, by the way, Mally, is it true? Does our side have cookies whilst the light side doesn't? Not that I eat cookies, but it always sounded like such a weird distinction!”

Then they turned to the rest of the group again. “Oh, oh, by the way, by the way, why do we keep calling ourselves the dark side? We're like, totally the light side! Those rebel scum that want chaos and disorder are only good for causing unhappiness! You need folk like us to keep order and keep everything in checks and balances to ensure everyone's happiness! It's like, totally unfair they call ourselves the 'light' side and us the 'dark' side an all that. We're, like, totally so much more of a light side than they could ever be!”

Anyhow, with that existential question out of the way, it was time for introductions~ “By the way! I'm Zahrah Fiore, happiness researcher for the glorious Empire! Whoooooo! Let's go!” They cheered themselves on for good measure. “Sometimes I have this thing where I see into the future a little bit, it's pretty neat! Let me see if I can future-look where that door is gonna open!” They said, trying to use Force Precognition to see if they could estimate where the door Malgus mentioned might be opening so that they could get that key for him.

Then they headed for the apprentice. “Hey, hey, hey! Apprentice! Nice to meet you, say, say! Can I have two lightsabers? I want to totally be like 'whoom whoom, zhoof, zhoof' with both hands like that! That's cool, right? Right? Also, also, do they come in pink? Or maybe purple? I mean, I know we're like, supposed to have red or something, but like, why? Surely we can have more fancy colours as well, right, right? I want pink or otherwise purple!”

 

[gmimperfecti]

Gyld had been perched atop a nearby tree, watching the events unfold from a safe distance. His keen owl eyes had been observing the strange men in armor and their machines with curiosity. But as Darth Malgus spoke, a deep growl rumbled from Gyld. The owlbear had heard tales of the dark side and the power it held, and he knew that this Darth Malgus was not to be trifled with.

As the crowd dispersed to follow Malgus's instructions, Gyld hesitated for a moment. He was no hero, nor did he care for the fate of the planet. Something about the way Malgus spoke, something in the threat of the dark side, stirred a primal instinct in Gyld. With a huff, Gyld spread his wings and dropped gracefully in front of the entrance to the cave that Malgus had indicated. Then his body blurred, melting and reforming back from an owl to an owlbear. The owlbear's keen sense of smell led him straight to the armory, where he found the apprentice waiting for him.

The young man was taken aback by the sight of the owlbear, but he quickly recovered and handed Gyld a pair of twin lightsabers. The blades hummed to life as Gyld grasped them in his talons, and he felt a surge of power run through him. The lightsabers felt natural in his talons, as if they had been made for him, which they really must have because he was an owlbear and most here were humanoids.

Gyld emerged from the armory, his twin lightsabers clamped to his foreclaws like vambraces. He stepped forward to join Malgus. He did not know what dangers lay ahead, but he was eager to face them and to understand the essence of those he would face. The owlbear had always been a hunter, and the thrill of the chase was something he relished. But he also had a deep respect for the force, and he knew that it could provide him with a deeper darker understanding of the natural world.

As he walked alongside Malgus, Gyld felt a sense of excitement building within him. He knew that the challenges ahead would be difficult, but he was ready to face them with all the skills and strength at his disposal. For Gyld, the essence of those he would face was not something to be feared, but rather something to be studied and understood. He believed that by tapping into the force, he could gain a deeper insight into the nature of his opponents and the battles that lay ahead.

With a fierce determination, Gyld marched forward, his eyes fixed on the challenges ahead. He was ready to face whatever came his way, and to emerge victorious through his strength, his magic, and his understanding of the force.

 

[gmimperfecti]

Then they turned to the rest of the group again. “Oh, oh, by the way, by the way, why do we keep calling ourselves the dark side? We're like, totally the light side! Those rebel scum that want chaos and disorder are only good for causing unhappiness! You need folk like us to keep order and keep everything in checks and balances to ensure everyone's happiness! It's like, totally unfair they call ourselves the 'light' side and us the 'dark' side an all that. We're, like, totally so much more of a light side than they could ever be!”

Gyld screeched in thought, trying to parse the humanoid females words. He often struggled to understand the meaning of the words spoken in common. He knew their definition but the meaning and why a humanoid would string certain phrases together were challenging. After contemplating her words for a minute, Gyld added, "There is no darkness that is not defined by light, and neither is the light as is without a contrast with what has always been. Fire's fade and candle's are blown out, but the darkness remains." He scratched at the cave's rocky floor, enjoying the feeling of his hooked talons upon the surface. "Should not the hunter enjoy the work that sustains their life as much as prey enjoy the taste of grass and leaves?" Gyld shrugged.

Anyhow, with that existential question out of the way, it was time for introductions~ “By the way! I'm Zahrah Fiore, happiness researcher for the glorious Empire! Whoooooo! Let's go!” They cheered themselves on for good measure. “Sometimes I have this thing where I see into the future a little bit, it's pretty neat! Let me see if I can future-look where that door is gonna open!” They said, trying to use Force Precognition to see if they could estimate where the door Malgus mentioned might be opening so that they could get that key for him.

"I am Gyld Aza Lyrakien, and I am a spirit beast for a tribe that does not yet exist." He sighed, a low avian screech. "I have a thing where I choke people when they annoy me, which is also pretty neat."

Spoiler: Dark Gyld

Character Name: Gyld Aza Lyrakien
Side joining: Dark
Power Force Grip: The ability to lift and manipulate objects or people in the air using the Force, often used to immobilize or choke an opponent.
Lightsaber: Twin Owlbear Light Sabers E, piercing / reflect

 

[Elvario]

Zahrah Fiore

Spoiler: Full Image & Source

From:
Astolfo

Power: Force Precognition
Fighting Style: Twin Lightsaber Style E [specialized]
Tech Core: Reflect, Linked
Mentions: Gyld gmimperfecti

“Oh my, aren't you a handsome owl-bear-man-beast-darth-sith person!” They honestly weren't sure what they were talking to, other than that it was absolutely brilliant! “Such shiny sharp claws, such a fierce gaze, such a powerful built! Truly, truly, magnificent!” They added in a little [Smooth Talker C] there to emphasize just how amazing they thought their teammate was.

That said, their words were pretty confusing. “I don't get it~ Darkness is the absence of light, so without light, everything is dark by default. So by default, darkness isn't defined by light, but by its absence, right? Right? Yes, yes, darkness remains~ But it's also not really that fun to not be able to see well~ I don't have nightvision yet! I should figure out how to get that some time! I bet your magnificent eyes already have it on them~”

“Aha~ I'm not too fond of hunting myself, nor have I ever eaten grass and leaves. Although, I did learn that smoking weed is good for happiness, so we should all just smoke some grass instead~ Ahaha! That should be the next Empire law to pacify the rebel scum! We'll get them too high out of their minds to resist! It's brilliant! You're right, hunters should be selling weeds to rebel scum!” As per usual, they'd reached their own conclusions.

“A tribe that doesn't exist yet? Oh, oh, are you going to make one of your own? That sounds fun! Can I be part of it? How do you even make a tribe? Will there be owlbear babies? Oh, that'd be so adorable~”

The final line really got to them, however... “Oh my, aren't you a naughty one~ I don't mind getting choked a little every now and again, although it's a bit annoying when I faint and wake up hours later. I don't like missing so much of what's happening~ I prefer it when people stop choking me just before that golden moment where you almost lose it, but not entirely~ Folk can force-choke me to that point at almost any time~”

C Grade CD: (0/2)
Smooth Talker C– Character Grade C, Appraisal C, Empathy C, Insight C, Performance [Acting/Singing/Dancing/Spoken Word] C, Persuasion C, Seduction C, Energised C, Languages [Common, Terran, Beastial, Sylvan, Monster, Analog] – Character combines whatever (meta)knowledge they can find out about someone with persuasive, empathic and seductive smooth-talking, acting and spoken word in an attempt to make others act according to their will. Character speaks to them in whichever (of the main) languages they are most comfortable with. - Grade C Energised – 2 Post Cooldown

 

[EMIYAman]

Monika Rommel​

Power: Force Healing
Fighting Style: Crossguard Lightsaber Style E [specialized]
Tech Core: Reflect, Vampiric
Mentions: Zahrah Elvario Glyd gmimperfecti

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The hard leather of boots shifted in unison upon the ground followed by the shouldering of rifles in a show of both non-aggression and discipline. Standing at the forefront of ten German SS soldiers was Monika. She wore a diplomatic smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. Staring back at the man who called himself Darth Malgus she patiently listened to his words. Her expression gave nothing of her feelings away. Monika had come here following rumors of so-called "Galactic Knights". The term sounded out of place in a world as primitive as this one. Now she realized why, it was apparent they were dealing with beings from outside this world entirely. Though they weren't nearly as exotic as dimension traveling it was still quite the surprise.

Monika couldn't help but find something of a resemblance between herself and Darth Malgus. Not so much in their looks of course but more in the way they held themselves and the discipline of the soldiers at their sides. One empire to another she supposed. One look at their armor and weapons showed they were hardly comparable however, Monika and her men couldn't hope to overpower them without numbers and equipment she simply did not have. So for now she'd bend the knee, pride be damned. Her opportunity would come and the Reich would be made stronger for it.

"Jawohl Darth Malgus, it shall be done." placing a hand to her chest she bowed lightly. At his mention of a lightsaber and his apprentice Monika's curious and ambitious side flared. Hidden from view a hungry smirk stretched across her face. Without even looking at them Monika made a gesture for her soldiers to hold their position, they stood at attention their compliance as sure as a sunrise. Making for the armory she finally brought her attention to her accomplices in Darth Malgus' pursuit. One was certainly the elephant in the room, or rather the bird. It resembled a man-sized owl and despite being capable of speech occasionally made sounds she could only associate with the avian species. Another drew her eye immediately in recognition. Monika had recognized them as she arrived but Darth Malgus had taken priority.

"Fraulein, I see we meet again. It has been some time but I have not forgotten you, apologies for being unable to respond to your letter, I did receive it however. As we are now I may be able to take you up on that offer of traveling together." Monika gave off an impression of friendliness. It was not necessarily a false one but Monika did find it the easiest way to deal with someone like Zahrah. Who for all intents and purposes seemed rather simple-minded. She had caught the androgynous construct at the tail end of their conversation and its subject was enough to make even her blush. She continued on however acting as if she did not just hear a detailed description of choking for pleasure. "You are speaking of our abilities correct? What was that word you used, 'Force'? Is that what it's called?" Bringing a gloved hand to her chin Monika contemplated the name. Her abilities have only manifested very recently around the time she made the trek to meet with the Galactic Knights, who she now knew as the Galactic Empire.

"You are rather knowledgeable of this otherworldly situation Fraulein..." Monika gazed at Zahrah with an undiscernible expression latching onto any new information she could. Her smile graced her features once again returning to a polite friendliness one would not associate with an SS officer. "Ah, but where are my manners? I seem to have lost myself in my encountering you once again." With hands clasped professionally behind her back, she turned to Gyld. While her expression did not change her eyes narrowed slightly and Monika's smile was tight. "I am Standartenführer Rommel though I do not expect anyone but my men to call me by such a formal title. I am an officer of the German Empire sent to this land on an expedition, but that will mean little to you. I have the power of 'Force-Healing', as I believe Frau Zahrah would put it. You may come to me should you sustain injuries during the mission." Monika's powers had another aspect besides healing but it was a card she would keep close to her chest yet.

As they entered the armory Monika eyed the technology and equipment on display. Her mind already formulating all the things the Reich could accomplish with such things. If she had her way she'd have outfitted each of her men with blasters, but she doubted Darth Malgus would be so generous. Looking at who the dark lord had dubbed his "apprentice" she eyed him shrewdly. "Malgus claimed we could outfit ourselves here." Monika purposefully left out the Darth's title wishing to see how that would be reacted upon. She was operating in a disadvantageous position as seemed to constantly be the case in this world, whatever she could glean from those around her whether it be their personality or their loyalty could be made useful.

The Nazi's eye was already being drawn to the cylindrical devices. What Zahrah had called a lightsaber. The construct was constantly using terms and phrases Monika was unfamiliar with but seemed to apply to the situation. With a pull of her will and flaring of emotions, Monika felt the power, the "Force" shift within her. It was a strange but not unwelcome feeling. It was a superlative sensation of power one she could readily feel the seduction of though it seemed to intensify her emotions, particularly the negative ones. She basked in it for a moment then let it go beginning to feel the Force presence of those around her as she stretched her burgeoning power. While it faded she could still feel it in the back of her mind. The dark side of the force writhing within her to be used once more.

 

[gmimperfecti]

“Oh my, aren't you a handsome owl-bear-man-beast-darth-sith person!” They honestly weren't sure what they were talking to, other than that it was absolutely brilliant! “Such shiny sharp claws, such a fierce gaze, such a powerful built! Truly, truly, magnificent!” They added in a little [Smooth Talker C] there to emphasize just how amazing they thought their teammate was.

Gyld was quite easy to flatter. He was used to and indeed expected it or at least looked forward to it once more. So to hear a humanoid describe in such flattering terms made him preen. Zahrah's words were like a great belly rub, which he did enjoy as any bear would. "You speak true," he rumbled. "Ah it has been too long since I have heard such words."

That said, their words were pretty confusing. “I don't get it~ Darkness is the absence of light, so without light, everything is dark by default. So by default, darkness isn't defined by light, but by its absence, right? Right? Yes, yes, darkness remains~ But it's also not really that fun to not be able to see well~ I don't have nightvision yet! I should figure out how to get that some time! I bet your magnificent eyes already have it on them~”

Gyld's form rippled as dark green mana oozed out of his feathers and fur, transforming him back into a pure owl. "I do in my owl form, there is much that I have yet to reattain." Gyld-as-an-owl said, preening his feathers with his beak. "There is great fun to be had in the darkness, stalking prey that can not see in what has always been."

“Aha~ I'm not too fond of hunting myself, nor have I ever eaten grass and leaves. Although, I did learn that smoking weed is good for happiness, so we should all just smoke some grass instead~ Ahaha! That should be the next Empire law to pacify the rebel scum! We'll get them too high out of their minds to resist! It's brilliant! You're right, hunters should be selling weeds to rebel scum!” As per usual, they'd reached their own conclusions.

Gyld listened intently, but remained silent, unsure of how to respond to the rambling monologue. His owl head twisted around in a mixture of confusion and deep contemplation.

As Zahrah went on to suggest smoking weed as a means of pacifying rebels Gyld couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement and confusion. He let go of his transformation and resumed his natural owlbear form. The owl-bear-man-beast-darth-sith had never encountered someone quite like Zahrah before.

"True, many plant eaters are easily pacified, their minds dull and placid."

“A tribe that doesn't exist yet? Oh, oh, are you going to make one of your own? That sounds fun! Can I be part of it? How do you even make a tribe? Will there be owlbear babies? Oh, that'd be so adorable~”

"A tribe is people bound by blood who all hold the same belief, belief in me as their spiritual guardian. You may be my first. You would make an excellent shaman. Your words are equally confounding and pleasing." Then he frowned. "Owlbear babies require a female owl bear or sometimes cross species if..." he pondered, "...appropriate magical rituals are involved."

The final line really got to them, however... “Oh my, aren't you a naughty one~ I don't mind getting choked a little every now and again, although it's a bit annoying when I faint and wake up hours later. I don't like missing so much of what's happening~ I prefer it when people stop choking me just before that golden moment where you almost lose it, but not entirely~ Folk can force-choke me to that point at almost any time~”

But it was the final line that caught Gyld off guard, as Zahrah hinted at enjoying being choked. The owlbear was taken aback, unsure of how to respond to such a revelation. Then he shrugged, "Cubs often practice, playing with each other to figure out the right force to shatter a neck or rend the flesh."

Making for the armory she finally brought her attention to her accomplices in Darth Malgus' pursuit. One was certainly the elephant in the room, or rather the bird. It resembled a man-sized owl and despite being capable of speech occasionally made sounds she could only associate with the avian species. Another drew her eye immediately in recognition.

Gyld had several forms; however, so far he'd veered between owl and owl bear. However the new person with their entourage he had a hard time following as they used weird terms in common that he wasn't familiar with. Furthermore, he instantly didn't like them as they ignored them the entire time! How rude!! Gyld narrowed his gleaming orange eyes and sneered at the new arrival. Since he was annoyed and well his powers were designed to be used when annoyed, he started gather the dark force to FORCE CHOKE the new person.

"Ah, but where are my manners? I seem to have lost myself in my encountering you once again." With hands clasped professionally behind her back, she turned to Gyld. While her expression did not change her eyes narrowed slightly and Monika's smile was tight. "I am Standartenführer Rommel though I do not expect anyone but my men to call me by such a formal title. I am an officer of the German Empire sent to this land on an expedition, but that will mean little to you. I have the power of 'Force-Healing', as I believe Frau Zahrah would put it. You may come to me should you sustain injuries during the mission." Monika's powers had another aspect besides healing but it was a card she would keep close to her chest yet.

"It does mean quite little," Gyld said, eyes still slits. "And I Force Choke those who disrespect me or talk down to me as you have done."

Spoiler: Dark Gyld

Character Name: Gyld Aza Lyrakien
Side joining: Dark
Power Force Grip: The ability to lift and manipulate objects or people in the air using the Force, often used to immobilize or choke an opponent.
Lightsaber: Twin Owlbear Light Sabers E, piercing / reflect

 

[Elvario]

Zahrah Fiore

Spoiler: Full Image & Source

From:
Astolfo

Power: Force Precognition
Fighting Style: Twin Lightsaber Style E [specialized]
Tech Core: Reflect, Linked
Mentions: Monika EMIYAman | Gyld gmimperfecti

Zahrah was jumping up in glee upon seeing one of their friends again! “Ah! It's great to see you again~ I'm glad you got my letter! Your silvery hair is every bit as gorgeous as I remember, but I still don't know what a frownline is~ Although that's alright! We can work together for the sake of happiness and for the glory of the Empire! WHOOOO!” They said, before running in to give Monika a nice and warm hug, using their Elasticity F to wrap their arms around Monika nicely and neatly.

“Yes, yes! It's called Force, it's from the Star Wars franchise! It's like magic, letting you choke people, or jump around crazily and all that stuff. It's really neat! We'll also get lightsabers. Aren't they the coolest? I really hope mine can come in pink though! Why do Jedi get all the fancy colours? We should get to pick our own lightsaber colours as well! What colour would you pick? I bet silver would really fit with your hair! It'd look stunning!” They added in a little [Smooth Talker D] to that one, for good measure.

It was amazing to be recognised for their knowledge! “Yes, yes, yes! I watched all the Star Wars movies and had them saved on my hard drives! The original trilogy was pretty epic, then the prequel trilogy was okay enough and the sequel trilogy had a lot of people very divided! However, the post-sequel trilogy that came out in 2028 had a lot of people hyped again! Although I didn't get to finish watching the pre-post-sequels from 2036, only the first one of those before I died~ Anyhow, I know a lot of Star Wars lore! Like how Darth Vader also likes to choke people with force! It's pretty cool! Also, Chewbacca is like, totally a furry, regardless of what people might claim online! And baby Yoda is overrated! After all, it's not fun when you know he's going to grow up into the biggest rebel scum there is!”

That's when they turned to Gyld again. Such a cute owlbear! They wanted to hug him badly as well, but decided to stay a little more professional for now. “It's been long? That's outrageous! People don't know what they're missing if they haven't complimented you on your amazing looks on the regular! Oh~ You even turn full owl! That's epic! Your feathers are so regal and cool now!”

It was also great to hear support from the owl-bear. “Yes, yes, yes! Exactly! Whoooo! Drug all the herbivores! Let's go!” With a flawless plan like that, the Empire would surely pacify all those rebels in no-time! It was brilliant! Flawless!

They were surprised at the offer of joining the tribe as a shaman~ “That sounds great~ I'm not sure what I'd so as a shaman, but I can totally be confounding and pleasing~ If that means I fit the job, it'll be golden!” The next topic was of equal interest to them. “Ohoho! That sounds like fun magic rituals! I should learn those~ Or find a female owlbear for you to hook up with~ I doubt they'd be able to resist your charms for long!”

However, their enthusiasm quickly degraded upon the mention of cubs. “I don't think it's good for them to be into such things when they're so young. No, no, you've got to keep it PG for minors! Besides, wouldn't that mean they'd kill each-other? That's like, a total waste! Couldn't they just try it on rebel scum instead of on other cubs?”

C Grade CD: (0/2)
D Grade CD: (0/1)
Smooth Talker C– Character Grade D, Appraisal D, Empathy D, Insight D, Performance [Acting/Singing/Dancing] D, Persuasion D, Seduction D, Energised D, Languages [Common, Terran, Beastial, Sylvan, Monster, Analog] – Character combines whatever (meta)knowledge they can find out about someone with persuasive, empathic and seductive smooth-talking, acting and spoken word in an attempt to make others act according to their will. Character speaks to them in whichever (of the main) languages they are most comfortable with. - Grade D Energised – 1 Post Cooldown

 

[QizPizza]

Uriah Ulricson

Art by Victor Santos
Link to CS

Spoiler: Mentions/Interactions

Mentions: Elvario (Zahrah Fiore)
Interactions: gmimperfecti (Gyld Aza Lyrakien) EMIYAman (Monika Rommel)

Spoiler: Used Abilities

-NA​

Spoiler: TLDR

Actions:
-Received Double bladed Lightsaber and Powers

Cooldowns:
-NA

Current Conditions:
-Alignment: Dark Side
-Force Power: Force Pull
-Lightsaber Fighting Style: Double Bladed E [Specialized]
-Technique Cores: Reflect, Range

Unlike the others, Uriah was not drawn by any promise of a festival or astral event. Rather, he was guided by the Wind, as with much in his life…though this time, the Wind seemed harsher and more violent, itching to swell into a tempest if given the release if so desired. By chance, the Wind had brought him to a grand celebration foreign and uncomfortable to the mountain man, but from hence, two factions of men appeared. One group was led by a sage with robes plain as the dirt, whereas the warriors in the snow-white plate were led by a man in armor as dark as night. Both had their eyes fixed on a mountain temple with some artifact linked to the dark and dreadful moon that now hung in the sky above.

While the Jedi Master intrigued Uriah's passion for the arcane and mythic, he felt the Wind push him towards Darth Malgus, a warrior of the Galatic Empire. An ambitious Vindrsønn seeking to build his own union of clans did not like the idea of bending the knee to an Empire, but he could not deny that the Wind told him that this was the path forward to becoming a mightier warrior. Fighting against his pride to follow the Wind's will, Uriah held out his axe and bowed his head, "Darth Malgus of the Galactic Empire, I swear no allegiance to thou nor thy throne, but I shall serve thy cause by the guidance of the Wind."

Obliging Darth Malgus's instructions, Uriah arrived at the armory and stared at a staggering variety of alien weapons arrayed on a table. Several of them called…"blasters" resembled crossbows stripped of their arms. The design utterly baffled Uriah's comprehension, so he made sure to avoid such a weapon he could not understand or even hope to use. All the other weapons appeared to be iron tubes, no doubt magical in nature, but even then Uriah was just as lost. His dumbfound staring was eventually met with the impatience of Darth Malgus's apprentice, who shoved a random tube into his hands and rushed him along his way.

Stumbling away from the armory with his newfound weapon, he came to intuit that this was a hilt of sorts to a mystical blade. Weighing it in his hands, he found its balance almost as if were his axe. Likewise, his thumb found the switch just as easily, igniting a blade of blazing white light on either side of the hilt. By the miracle and guidance of the WInd, Uriah did not impale himself upon setting it ablaze, but stranger still, he felt it move according to his will just as easily as Logsplitter, whirling like a vicious tempest. With this blade, he felt the Wind fill his body…or perhaps it wasn't the Wind. It was…alien, bringing the creeping tide of rage, anger, and passion into his mind. Never had he felt such malice from the Wind, and so he must conclude that it wasn't the Wind, but another element. In his mind, the Wind waged war against the Force that was acting on him. Cold, impartial purpose against selfish, self-sacrificing gain fought within Uriah, but when he added in his rejection of this Force, he soon felt the familiar chill of the Wind pushing the hostile feelings away. Confused with this new dimension, yet still satisfied with this weapon, he flicked the switch off and hung the hilt on his belt.

Standing beside the armory, there were several others waiting for the others to receive their weapons. His immediate attention was captured by a shrill and incessant bumbling coming from a rose-haired maiden. The incomprehensible speech they spouted was enough to drive anyone mad, but they had the audacity to speak to a vicious-looking creature that resembled the child of bird and beast. A lifetime of living in the wild told the Vindrsønn to venerate the mighty beasts of the mountains and forests…not speak so disrespectfully to one as if it were a fool. The mountain man gave the beast an apologetic look and bowed his head, embarrassed on behalf of the maiden's behalf.

The only other group consisted of a rank of men in dark uniforms led by a woman that introduced herself to be the officer of yet another empire. Though not familiar with politics, Uriah questioned the likelihood of one empire lending another empire their forces. The Clans of Vindrhal had a difficult enough time sharing a border with each other, much less lending a prized warrior. Uriah felt as if he owed an introduction as well, offering, "I was clept Uriah Ulricson at birth and further declared the Champion of Boreas the Northern Wind by the Wind's Grace. If we shall embark upon a journey to a mountainous temple, I shall be a fitting advisor on the perils on the slopes."

 

[SoftSmile]

Jack Hayfield

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The goat boy was having a ball at the festival, having travelled quite a bit to get there. He loved all the different games, practically spending his entire paycheck within one night. Jack was sure nothing could go wrong.

So, how’d he get here? Nervously picking up a blaster in his small hands while trying to avoid the others. They could probably get the thing that scary person needed on their own, but he felt obligated to join if the world was at stake.

He flipped the weapon in his hands, examining all sides of it. It was definitely extraterrestrial. Maybe this could be a learning adventure. He looked at the weapons the others were holding. Lightsaber? Saber of light? It must be a saying, light being plasma. He thinks on it for a minute, looking at the different types of lightsabers. “I wonder how those work…” He talks softly to himself.

Taking out his journal, he begins sketching a rough shape of the weapons on a blank page, writing a few notes down beside it.

 

[Elvario]

Zahrah Fiore

Spoiler: Full Image & Source

From:
Astolfo

Power: Force Precognition
Fighting Style: Twin Lightsaber Style E [specialized]
Tech Core: Reflect, Linked
Mentions: Monika EMIYAman | Gyld gmimperfecti | Uriah QizPizza | Jack SoftSmile

Zahrah looked at the two newcomers, a Viking and a goat kid. Both seemed interesting, but neither seemed to be willing to talk all that much. Well, they could suit themselves. “Well, it's been fun! I'm going to see what those rebel scum are up too~” They stated, waving goodbye to Monika and Gyld after picking up two red lightsabers. “Ohhhh, they really did only come in red!” Was the final complaint they'd hear from Zahrah, before the latter ran off into the other thread after Nova said I could invade it.

 

[gmimperfecti]

They were surprised at the offer of joining the tribe as a shaman~ “That sounds great~ I'm not sure what I'd so as a shaman, but I can totally be confounding and pleasing~ If that means I fit the job, it'll be golden!” The next topic was of equal interest to them. “Ohoho! That sounds like fun magic rituals! I should learn those~ Or find a female owlbear for you to hook up with~ I doubt they'd be able to resist your charms for long!”

However, their enthusiasm quickly degraded upon the mention of cubs. “I don't think it's good for them to be into such things when they're so young. No, no, you've got to keep it PG for minors! Besides, wouldn't that mean they'd kill each-other? That's like, a total waste! Couldn't they just try it on rebel scum instead of on other cubs?”

Gyld listened to Zahrah's enthusiastic and somewhat unconventional responses with a mixture of amusement and bewilderment. The owlbear found Zahrah's unique perspective and way of expressing themselves intriguing, even if their thoughts seemed to take unexpected turns.

As Zahrah spoke about joining the tribe as a shaman, Gyld tilted his head slightly, processing the idea. "A confounding and pleasing shaman, you say?" he replied, a hint of amusement in his voice. "There is a place for your distinctive talents within our future tribe."

When Zahrah mentioned fun magic rituals and suggested finding a female owlbear companion for Gyld, the owlbear's gaze turned thoughtful. "Magic rituals have their own complexities and purposes," he responded, his voice calm and measured. "As for companionship, it is a matter that requires more than mere charms. Connection and shared purpose are essential for a meaningful bond."

As Zahrah's enthusiasm waned upon the mention of owlbear cubs, Gyld understood the concerns raised. "Indeed, the innocence and well-being of the young must be protected," he acknowledged. "Any activities or teachings must be age-appropriate and focus on nurturing their growth, strength, and understanding. Their potential should be cultivated responsibly, guiding them towards becoming noble protectors, rather than encouraging harm or violence."

Gyld's response reflected his deep-rooted respect for life and the need to safeguard the innocence of the young. While Zahrah's ideas may have seemed peculiar, Gyld remained open-minded, recognizing the value of diverse perspectives and the potential for growth and understanding in their interactions.

A lifetime of living in the wild told the Vindrsønn to venerate the mighty beasts of the mountains and forests…not speak so disrespectfully to one as if it were a fool. The mountain man gave the beast an apologetic look and bowed his head, embarrassed on behalf of the maiden's behalf.

The only other group consisted of a rank of men in dark uniforms led by a woman that introduced herself to be the officer of yet another empire. Though not familiar with politics, Uriah questioned the likelihood of one empire lending another empire their forces. The Clans of Vindrhal had a difficult enough time sharing a border with each other, much less lending a prized warrior. Uriah felt as if he owed an introduction as well, offering, "I was clept Uriah Ulricson at birth and further declared the Champion of Boreas the Northern Wind by the Wind's Grace. If we shall embark upon a journey to a mountainous temple, I shall be a fitting advisor on the perils on the slopes."

Finally, Gyld's attention turned to the group led by the officer of another empire. He listened to Uriah's introduction, the mention of his connection to the Wind, and his offer to be an advisor in the treacherous mountainous terrain.

Gyld's response was measured, his deep voice carrying a sense of wisdom and camaraderie. "Uriah Ulricson, Champion of Boreas the Northern Wind, your knowledge of the perils that await us on the slopes will indeed prove valuable. We welcome your guidance and expertise. Together, we shall navigate the challenges ahead and fulfill our respective roles."

With that, Gyld affirmed his acceptance of Uriah as a valuable addition to their group, recognizing the unique strengths and perspectives each individual brought to the mission.

“Well, it's been fun! I'm going to see what those rebel scum are up too~” They stated, waving goodbye to Monika and Gyld after picking up two red lightsabers. “Ohhhh, they really did only come in red!” Was the final complaint they'd hear from Zahrah,

Gyld's head twists, still not quite understanding. "So the wind blows. The trees sway in the breeze."