bitterverse

To: Thexann Pehnataur From: Katarine Ryiah Subject: New Jedi Praxeum Supplies New Message Thexann Pehnataur, Chief Operating Officer, Guardian Authority Ltd. On behalf of the New Jedi Praxeum, I wish to extend my sincerest gratitude to Guardian Authority Ltd. for your generous donation...

As we approach a new season, I've found myself reflecting on my previous seasons as a roleplayer and realizing just how much has changed. The changes have not necessarily been grand or earth-shattering, but rather a collection of smaller realizations that, when added together, have made a pretty...

The common room of Shiraya's Sanctuary was supposed to be a place for Padawans to relax between lessons. At the moment, it had become an arena. Kuhbee sat in the middle of a loose circle of students, surrounded by the crumpled wrappers of an entire pack of chewing gum. His cheeks bulged as he...

Chalacta looked different now. Katarine Ryiah stood among the remains of the New Jedi Praxeum, surrounded by broken stone, scorched walls, and the lingering evidence of the Black Sun attack that had brought the school's first chapter to an abrupt end. The inaugural class had been evacuated...

Kuhbee had decided that being sick was absolutely miserable. The young Wookiee pup lay bundled beneath the blankets of a medical bed inside Shiraya's Sanctuary, his normally energetic little body drained by the Wookiee flu. His fur was warm and slightly damp around his face, his breathing heavy...

There were days when Katarine Ryiah could almost convince herself that she was getting better. Almost. She buried herself in the work because work had always been good at swallowing things like grief, loneliness, rage, men, and trauma. The dead had an irritating habit of staying dead when you...