Roll for Dignity
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Schmarmee
Capris Halcyon
At the Galaxy's edge, where the stars grow thin and maps fall silent, whispers spread of a world long forgotten!
Kyber veins beneath the soil, strange unbreakable metals, and ancient ruins marked with runes older than memory — all promise fortunes beyond imagining.
But every treasure-seeking crew that dared the journey has vanished, leaving only ghost signals and unanswered questions!
Now, across cantinas and spaceports, the tale spreads. Smugglers and wanderers, outcasts and seekers, all hear the same call…
Who will risk the edge of the Unknown? Who will claim its secrets, and who will be claimed by them?
Kai'lyn
had been granted permission to slip beyond the great walls that encircled the sequestered Temple. Rather than follow the main gates, he chose a path that lead to one of the many fisherman's ladders carved long ago into the cliffside, a weathered path of stone steps and handholds that wound down toward the surf along sandy shores and rocky outcroppings of shallow shoals.He wasn't intending on going alone. The mischievous Togruta had insisted on inviting
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to join him, incessantly insisting that today's adventure was nothing more than fishing and collecting seashells. Simple, harmless… fun... or at least that was what he claimed.The climb down was long, along the old stone rungs worn smooth by generations of weathered rains and salt spray alike. Below, the ocean murmured, as rumbling waves crashed against the sore, in a steady rhythm.
When
Kai'lyn
and
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finally touched down onto the sand, the world shifted into quiet splendor. The beach stretched out in a ribbon of pale white sands, soft and warm beneath their feet, catching the sun as though it had been dusted with silver and gold. Each crash of the tide sent a cooling mist into the air, carried on the breeze.Above them, petals fluttered free from colorful canopies dotting the cliff-side in brilliant flecks of violets, pinks, oranges, and molten golds. They spiraled lazily downward, catching light as they fell. The shore was strewn with color, from the fading blossoms. The air was sweet with salt and perfumed by the distant flowers, the scene a painter's dream brought to life.
It was serene, and seemingly untouched by the galaxy's turmoil, a moment suspended where time seemed content to drift as slowly as the tides themselves.
