DM Player-Slayer
Roll for Dignity
OOc: Please dm me and ask if you wish to join and I will coordinate your character in.
LOCATION:
TAGS:
Jasper Kai'el
Tella Voland
Shan Pavond
OOC: You must ask to join. There is no post-order. First come first serve. Compete with one another or work together. The choice is yours and yours alone.
As the aftermath of the confrontation settled, the marketplace slowly started to regain its normal rhythm. The seemingly lifeless bodies of Ralk and Viro remained a grim reminder of the recent danger, while the energy of the crowd shifted from shock to relief. The sound of approaching sirens grew louder, signaling the impending arrival of law enforcement.
Amidst the chaos, Tella, Jasper, and the young girl formed a huddled trio, their presence a quiet oasis within the storm of activity. The girl's tear-stained face revealed the weight of her recent experiences, as she spoke about her escape from a place of suffering and the countless other children left behind. Her plea for help hung in the air, a fragile thread of hope seeking assistance in a world of uncertainty.
As the young girl's hesitant smile began to form, the distant sirens grew closer, and the first officers of the law arrived on the scene. The holographic lights from their vehicles painted the surroundings with alternating hues of red and blue, casting a glow on the faces of those gathered.
The young girl was taken in by authorities and taken care of.
Following this incident Jasper stood at the precipice of a darkened realm, guided by the urgency of a promise he had made. The coordinates he had meticulously gathered had led him to this desolate corner of the galaxy. The memory of the young Twi'lek girl's tearful plea echoed in his dreams.
Hidden beneath the barren landscape, an ominous underground lair sprawled in sinister complexity. Dim light cast unsettling shadows along rough-hewn corridors, leading to cramped cells that once imprisoned innocent souls. Iron bars, coated in rust and neglect, separated despair from fleeting hope.
In a central chamber, opulence clashed with desolation, and a sinister throne reigned as a symbol of dominance. Trinkets and trophies adorned the walls, showcasing the cruel gains of the slavers trade. Yet, etched drawings painted the walls, whispered of dreams, faint echoes of the children's resilience against their captors. They were here recently but it would seem this den had been emptied out due to the incident that happened nearly three days ago. This den had been left hurriedly.
LOCATION:
TAGS:
Jasper Kai'el
Tella Voland
Shan Pavond
OOC: You must ask to join. There is no post-order. First come first serve. Compete with one another or work together. The choice is yours and yours alone.
Amidst the chaos, Tella, Jasper, and the young girl formed a huddled trio, their presence a quiet oasis within the storm of activity. The girl's tear-stained face revealed the weight of her recent experiences, as she spoke about her escape from a place of suffering and the countless other children left behind. Her plea for help hung in the air, a fragile thread of hope seeking assistance in a world of uncertainty.
As the young girl's hesitant smile began to form, the distant sirens grew closer, and the first officers of the law arrived on the scene. The holographic lights from their vehicles painted the surroundings with alternating hues of red and blue, casting a glow on the faces of those gathered.
The young girl was taken in by authorities and taken care of.
Following this incident Jasper stood at the precipice of a darkened realm, guided by the urgency of a promise he had made. The coordinates he had meticulously gathered had led him to this desolate corner of the galaxy. The memory of the young Twi'lek girl's tearful plea echoed in his dreams.
Hidden beneath the barren landscape, an ominous underground lair sprawled in sinister complexity. Dim light cast unsettling shadows along rough-hewn corridors, leading to cramped cells that once imprisoned innocent souls. Iron bars, coated in rust and neglect, separated despair from fleeting hope.
In a central chamber, opulence clashed with desolation, and a sinister throne reigned as a symbol of dominance. Trinkets and trophies adorned the walls, showcasing the cruel gains of the slavers trade. Yet, etched drawings painted the walls, whispered of dreams, faint echoes of the children's resilience against their captors. They were here recently but it would seem this den had been emptied out due to the incident that happened nearly three days ago. This den had been left hurriedly.