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  1. Dreidi Xeraic

    LFG Any fellow witches wanna be friends?

    Pretty simple, Dreidi been training to be a Nightsister and thought it be fun to meet up, hang out and learn from other Nightsisters so she can feel more connected to them and grow her talents in Magick as well! If anyone is interested let me know!
  2. Hollis Orenn

    LFG Let's be friends?

    Hello! I am looking to start this character off with some stories! I've been around the site for a long time -- and I'm looking to write with some new folks! If you're looking for some chill threads with a slower pace, then please let me know! What I'm looking for: New IC Friends: YES --...
  3. V

    LFG Looking for Allies or Enemies

    Greetings to you all, It is I Darth Mordheim After my battle with Valery Noble on Mancharakorkon. I figured it would be time to make new friends and enemies within the galaxy that could start a thread with me. A little bit about me is that I am a Sith Necromancer and can raise an army of undead...
  4. Saran Drast

    In the Footprints of my Ancestors (Circe Savan)

    The Zealot sat in orbit of Malachor V, as Jacobs studied the planet below through the viewport. "Are you sure she's here?" The man asked, and Saran nodded. The pilot was reasonable in his doubt, Malachor was empty, dead in almost every way. But something was alive down there. @[member="Circe...
  5. Saran Drast

    Crossing Lines Drawn In Space (Krest)

    Saran stepped out onto the surface of Bothawui, her hands clasped behind her. "Jacobs, stay with the ship. We'll be here only as long as need be." As the man nodded, she walks through the streets. The Sanctum would be nearby, and perhaps a runaway could learn here for a while. Maybe. Just maybe...
  6. Saran Drast

    Home, and death await me. (Circe Savan)

    Staring out of the viewpoint from orbit, Saran looked in abject horror at the planet. All that had happened, and still it remains a desolate, empty world. Dead in the force. A shell, stripped clean of it's life, now a ruin of the past. "Put us down, Jacobs." She said to the pilot, who nodded. He...
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