Kana Truden
Wandering Healer
[Undisclosed Planet]
Because I can't be bothered with finding a suitable one.
The setting sun bathed the cities in it’s warm golden embrace as the final moments of today’s pod race began to reach its conclusion. From each mesa the excitement and grief of money paid and lost to gambling could be heard as crime lords stroke their egos amongst each other. In the alleys lay vagrants readying themselves for the night that could be their last and amongst the cantina-goers the bounty hunters bragged of their scores in either cautious silence or drunken boastful stupor.
Slave trading had been a central part of the local economy until the old Republic had come crashing down on them, but some habits died hard it would seem. At least the surface of it. In a stroke of luck the jedi caught whiff of rumors about a underground slave auction. Being a matter of concern from an old era to the Order, Jedi Master Corvus Raaf along with Knight Kana Truden was issued to settle the score again.
However, with plans come trouble. What had been the original plan to simply arrest the crime lord in charge might have changed and one thing would be certain. The minute the jedi set foot inside the musty re-purposed cantina the presence of a dark presence would be felt.
Stuck at the front door the jedi saviors were prompted to display their invitations lest the twitchy guard had to open fire on them. Rest assured all three of them had been given a card each but hadn’t shown them yet.
Meanwhile in a dirty cellar Kana had to endure the whimpers and silent cries of man and twi’lek alike as they awaited the impending death sentences that would be cast upon them by the man upon the big stage out front. Her own clothing had been ‘impounded’ and in their place were a couple of sweat-worn, blood-stained, dirty rags. The thought of it’s previous wearer weighed heavy and she had to block out the notions to consider if they were alive or not.
Back with the jedi there was only one thing that the bouncer seemed to care about. With a simple question he stared each of them down with total indiference.
“Who are you and where are you invitations?”
Because I can't be bothered with finding a suitable one.
The setting sun bathed the cities in it’s warm golden embrace as the final moments of today’s pod race began to reach its conclusion. From each mesa the excitement and grief of money paid and lost to gambling could be heard as crime lords stroke their egos amongst each other. In the alleys lay vagrants readying themselves for the night that could be their last and amongst the cantina-goers the bounty hunters bragged of their scores in either cautious silence or drunken boastful stupor.
Slave trading had been a central part of the local economy until the old Republic had come crashing down on them, but some habits died hard it would seem. At least the surface of it. In a stroke of luck the jedi caught whiff of rumors about a underground slave auction. Being a matter of concern from an old era to the Order, Jedi Master Corvus Raaf along with Knight Kana Truden was issued to settle the score again.
However, with plans come trouble. What had been the original plan to simply arrest the crime lord in charge might have changed and one thing would be certain. The minute the jedi set foot inside the musty re-purposed cantina the presence of a dark presence would be felt.
Stuck at the front door the jedi saviors were prompted to display their invitations lest the twitchy guard had to open fire on them. Rest assured all three of them had been given a card each but hadn’t shown them yet.
Meanwhile in a dirty cellar Kana had to endure the whimpers and silent cries of man and twi’lek alike as they awaited the impending death sentences that would be cast upon them by the man upon the big stage out front. Her own clothing had been ‘impounded’ and in their place were a couple of sweat-worn, blood-stained, dirty rags. The thought of it’s previous wearer weighed heavy and she had to block out the notions to consider if they were alive or not.
Back with the jedi there was only one thing that the bouncer seemed to care about. With a simple question he stared each of them down with total indiference.
“Who are you and where are you invitations?”
I wanted to try something new. In this mission I will play Kana and a more active role in what NPCs are doing. You are free to split up and make up NPCs as well as environments. Just make sure to always tag me and I will see about running the conversations in return.
You all have an invitation from a contact you've met at an earlier point. You are free to describe him if you want. We begin this story at the front door in a shady alleyway. The bouncer wants your invitations. Remember, just like in any Telltale Games game ever: Silence is a valid option.
Of course, if this format proves too annoying or hindering then we can just revert back to a simple story, no biggie. It's all improvised so I expect you to do that as well.
Anyway, your objectives are:
You all have an invitation from a contact you've met at an earlier point. You are free to describe him if you want. We begin this story at the front door in a shady alleyway. The bouncer wants your invitations. Remember, just like in any Telltale Games game ever: Silence is a valid option.
Of course, if this format proves too annoying or hindering then we can just revert back to a simple story, no biggie. It's all improvised so I expect you to do that as well.
Anyway, your objectives are:
- Rescue Kana
- Put an end to the slave auction
- Have fun
[member="Corvus Raaf"]
[member="Tia'Ilandra Shaasa"]
[member="Veega Anarth"]
([member="Maria Natalja"])