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Emily Marneth rolled 18 20-sided dice:
8, 5, 5, 5, 17, 14, 6, 13, 5, 7, 20, 14, 20, 12, 10, 15, 16, 10
Total: 202 (18-360)
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 Posted: Sat Sep 28, 2013 10:44 pm
(Well ********... Goddammit, M'arek.
+34 to monster
+36 to Droidling 1
+28 to Droidling 2
Everyone's dead. It's a bloody massacre.)
Health: 1
Stamina: 4
Attunement: 20
O unarmed: +4
D unarmed: +4
droidlord:
droidling1
droidling2
droidling3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10 (0 stamina/health, 1 rank in juyo, 0 Strength -2 for single opponent) (dual wield: .75P/1.75N)
O Juyo: +1
O Juyo: +1
(defense = -3 (-5). No roll)
03 0
04 -1 (-4 defense)
05 0
06 0
07 0
08 0 (-2 offense)
09 0
10 0 (-1 offense)
M'arek jumped forward to put a foot to take a flying kick at the droid off to his right, who seemed to have the weakest defense. M'arek was apparently gaining an eye for this sort of thing. He connected and pushed off, a bit less gracefully than before, hitting the ground and rolling back into the middle of the arena. He was worried that he might be out of his depth. Surrounded by these things, the very beginning of doubt began to creep into some subconscious region of his mind. He had no time for that. His heart rate increased, even as he struggled to maintain his composure. The problem with these droids is that they built momentum fast. The audience was holding its breath. Unless M'arek got a lightsaber, it seemed that he was doomed.
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Emily Marneth rolled 16 20-sided dice:
3, 16, 9, 10, 20, 20, 2, 13, 16, 7, 7, 3, 6, 12, 16, 4
Total: 164 (16-320)
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Posted: Sat Sep 28, 2013 11:41 pm
Health: 1
Stamina: 2
Attunement: 20
O unarmed: +4
D unarmed: +4
droidlord:
droidling1
droidling2
droidling3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10 (0 stamina/health, 1 rank in juyo, 0 Strength -2 for single opponent) (dual wield: .75P/1.75N)
O Juyo: +2
O Juyo: +2
(defense = -4 (-7). No roll)
03 0
04 -5
05 0
06 0
07 0 (+0/-2)
08 0 (+0/-2)
09 0
10 0
It was a flurry of swinging swords and crushing bodies. M'arek danced inbetween blades. Duck, step left, drop to the ground, roll right, kick the knee of one of the droids, hyperextending it and breaking the joint (by program, of course), rolling back and avoiding a rain of blows as the droid he kicked fell forward to land on its face, incapacitated., getting slashed by its own allies as M'arek took two slashes across his back as he sprang up and out of the group to try and get some room to breathe. The droids were on him again, though. They sprinted to close the circle again.
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Emily Marneth rolled 16 20-sided dice:
5, 15, 3, 8, 15, 12, 11, 10, 20, 20, 1, 16, 15, 6, 5, 14
Total: 176 (16-320)
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Posted: Sun Sep 29, 2013 12:22 am
force scream: 16 vs (-9 or -5) - 2 = +27 or +24. Enough to disintegrate the droids.
Health: 1
Stamina: 2
Attunement: 0
O force scream: 16
D force scream: 27
droidlord:
droidling1
droidling2
droidling3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10 (0 stamina/health, 1 rank in juyo, 0 Strength -2 for single opponent) (dual wield: .75P/1.75N)
O Juyo: +3 (+2)
O Juyo: +3 (+2)
(defense = -5 (-9). No roll)
03 0
04 -5
05 0
06 0
07 0 (+1/-3)
08 0 (+1/-3)
09 0
10 0
Suddenly, M'arek threw his head back and a primal explosion ripped through the arena. The sound of his roar echoed not only through the ears of the students, but the minds of everyone in the academy, and for some distance beyond. A fair portion of Tython could hear this tortured, determined challenge. The feeling that washed through the listener was one of peace. A cold determination that was unlike any force scream they'd ever experienced (the few unlucky enough to have heard one). The scream felt like a rallying cry, and it filled the listener with strength. Resolve. They felt like they could rip starships from the sky. Wrestle rancor with their bare hands. Nothing was impossible.
The explosion followed a physical shockwave as well as a psychic one. The arena exploded. Just exploded. The ground cratered around him, and the ground splintered, the stone shattering under the force, flying into the air and slamming against the ray shield as the droids around him completely disintegrated. They were thrown into the air, and just began turning to glowing dust. The ray shield captured most of the force, but the ground outside of the arena cracked and rumbled as the force traveled through the ground, and the scream stretched on for almost ten seconds, utterly vaporizing much of the interior of the arena, even fraying some of M'arek's robes where they were burned by the sabers. The ray shields were so damaged that they dropped, and an icy wind rushed from the arena. M'arek deflated. His hands fell, open, into his lap, and his form went limp as he panted in the middle of a crater, shaking with each breath. Small crystals of ice hung in the air around the apparently smoldering child, his skin the color of fire, and the air around him rippling.
Suddenly, the Battlemaster and Master of the Order were in the arena, dragging the boy away from everything. That was a mighty dark side power that the boy had just used. They took him while he was too exhausted to fight them, dragging him toward the council chamber (not necessarily roughly, but quickly). The Battlemaster (also the head of security) waited until they were free of the view of the stunned audience, and clapped shackles on the boy's wrists.
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Posted: Sun Sep 29, 2013 1:17 am
Health: 1
Stamina: 3
Attunement: 4
M'arek was dazed and exhausted, physically, emotionally, and psychically drained. When he finally blinked his way to something resembling consciousness, he was laying on a bed, and his hands were free. Infirmary... He rolled his head to the side, wincing as he moved his burns, and rolled himself slowly to his side, to keep his back off the mattress. And that's when he noticed the force cage. He looked around the room. There were no medical personnel, no droids, like the ones that had checked him out before... No healing tanks.. He was in an empty room, devoid of decoration, with nothing more than a toilet and a sink (not even a mirror) and a glowing, semi-transparent energy wall blocking the exit. Outside of that wall, he saw a jedi knight standing... Guard?... He suddenly felt trapped. It dawned on him that he was a prisoner...
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Emily Marneth rolled 2 20-sided dice:
10, 11
Total: 21 (2-40)
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Posted: Sat Oct 05, 2013 2:04 am
Kira attunement: 19 - 4 = 15
Kira Roll: 1d20 + 3 + 1
mouse: 1d20 - 5
On the roof of the temple, a silent shadow slinks low and slow, watching as the newest recruits stumbled through their recess. It was always this way before the classes began; every youngling frantically playing as a jedi, allowing their minds to fill with illusions of the future, and pretending that they were fighting the bad guys. Little boys and girls getting electrocuted by drones.. Brows furrowed in intense concentration as they tried to move pebbles without knowing what that meant. A gray robe paired with the animal's pale blue skin made her all but invisible as the aura of the temple masked any residual glow from her own power. Something was happening, though; a change in the normal, talentless entertainment of the day.. Feral eyes locked on a child.. Older than the typical youngling... Almost too old. Most of the time, a child like this had some small amount of talent that they had earned in their life, but needed extensive retraining to fit into the ranks of jedi.
This one, though...
An animal watched a child make a show of dominance; a challenge to the others in attendance to try and challenge him for the role of leader of the pack. A sweeping, intimidating display of his own power..
She was impressed. Thirty-one droids, two of which were high-level workers. He worked well with others, but relied on his own power and quick wits when it counted. A slow, cruel hunter that always held the cards for a mutually-assured destruction if things didn't quite go his way. He fought with the strength and ferocity of a rancor, with all the fatalistic determination of a sith lord.
As he unleashed his own unique brand of frozen vengeance, he was dragged away. There was no question about it; the boy was not a Sith. He had a talent. Raw, unformed talent. There was no grace, there was no wave of rage... There was a cruel, cold efficiency behind every strike and every challenge. Steel in his bones and ice in his veins... No Sith could ever maintain that sort of composure.
As he was dragged into confinement, Kira realized that she was wrong in her initial assessment. This is no boy.
This was an animal.
She wanted it. A small comlink slid from Kira's belt. "Keep him." And then she was gone. This required a little bit of prep work.
Deep within a forgotten cave, long abandoned and forgotten by the jedi, Kira sat, cross-legged. With each breath, she felt the intoxicating power of the dark energy in this place enter her bones. A powerful presence still lived here, and Kira came to bask in its strength when she needed help.
A deep breath and she reached into the depths of the dark side, meditating on the power that she would require. It would not be all that difficult, but she needed her practice to stay sharp. She had six hours until she made her play. More than enough time to bring up that technique to speed. Small animals filled the cave, drawn by the power of the place. While many were frightened by the taint of dark energy, these were the few animals trapped here until they had grown accustomed to it or grown to need it.
She chose one of these and conjured a phantasm of a monster to chase it across the floor.
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Emily Marneth rolled 1 20-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2014 7:00 pm
force sense
HP: -2
Stamina: -2
Attunement: 18 - 2 = 16
Vyntyr was meditating in the garden when the Mirialan boy came over and began flexing his metaphorical muscles, creating a small solar system with telekinesis. She was somewhat intrigued. The boy had a habit of showing off, probably as some sort of inferiority complex or need to prove himself, and pushed himself all too far to be safe, though he was more or less always in control. Vyntyr allowed herself a small departure from her studies, and pursued the boy to his next training session, where he proceeded to take on a small army of droids. She found herself enraptured, and followed the battle with rapt attention, exercising her senses to predict and feel the pace of the battle, the ebb and flow of the force guiding the boy's hand as well as a leaf on the wind. She marveled at the conduit of power that he became, allowing the force to guide his every liquid motion. Vyntyr felt her pulse quicken, fire in her veins her eyes following his every motion a fraction of a second before he made it. She felt a force building inside her, and she wound up almost pressed against the force field, never realizing that she'd moved. Her breath light, her pulse rapid, her veins burning, Vyntyr stood entranced.
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Emily Marneth rolled 1 20-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2014 7:11 pm
force sense
HP: -2
Stamina: -2
Attunement: 16 - 2 = 14
And then the fight came to a head, the boy letting a massive explosion rip through his body, devastating the field and the droids. The ground beneath Vyntyr's feet cracked and shook, and the girl found herself on the ground, the child gone lightheaded and practically fainting with the proximity to the raw power of the force that she'd been attuning herself to. There was a brief moment as it washed over her that she lost herself almost completely, before she felt herself go weak and fall back to the ground. She felt... Giddy. As the boy was dragged away, Vyntyr was helped up by a nearby padawan. Shakily climbing to her feet, she looked after the boy and her brow furrowed, drawing her scars into an unfamiliar pattern as she pondered the power she'd felt, and her reaction to it. Her heart still pounded out of her chest, her eyes struggling to focus.
She saw the padawan, a young twi'lek female, eying her carefully, and drew her hood to cover her face as she moved quickly back to the meditation garden, unsure about why she suddenly felt embarrassed.
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Emily Marneth rolled 1 20-sided dice:
20
Total: 20 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2014 8:03 pm
Health: -2
Stamina: -2
Attunement: 14 - 2 = 12
Vyntyr found herself back in the meditation garden, trying to shake of the tingling in her fingertips and toes.. Trying to shake off the massive surge of energy that that explosion left inside her. She was visibly shaken, but she was already pretty pale, so it was hard to tell by her face alone. She sat down on a stone and attempted to dispel the thoughts that clawed at her brain why? What was that feeling? Her mind wandered, but she soon managed to rein her emotions in, clearing her mind and bringing her thoughts to bear on the task at hand; focusing on the ways of nature, and attuning herself to the animals in the garden, sensing their individual thoughts and desires, motives and emotions.
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Emily Marneth rolled 2 20-sided dice:
20, 3
Total: 23 (2-40)
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2014 9:04 pm
(disregard second roll)
force sense
bonus: +4
Health: -2
Stamina: -2
Attunement: 12 - 2 = 10
Vyntyr felt a sudden ripple as she broke the surface of the environment's subtle underworkings, plunging deep into the current of the comings and goings of the Will of the Force in the area, from the smallest insect to the largest animal in the garden, Vyntyr was all at once a part of things, completely losing herself in the current, and being carried away on the strong, subtle flowing of the tide. The Force works in mysterious ways, but for one brief moment, Vyntyr was privy to so many details that were she given to hubris, she might claim to know everything the Force desired.
She could feel the animals each riding a wave of the force, not so much leading it, but being carried by it, and realized that the will of the animals was guided by the wave in direction, but that they got to choose how they followed the current. This small realization opened entire doors into the study of the Force and its influence on destiny; much like a piece of jetsam, the waves of the ocean will carry the object ever toward its final destination, it might choose its own orientation on the water.
She was reminded of her own origin story, and drew comfort from this comparison; she was once jetsam lost on the current of the Force, drawn inevitably to her destiny, and all at once her conviction was redoubled. This was where she was meant to be.
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Emily Marneth rolled 1 20-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2014 9:55 pm
force sense
bonus: +4
Health: -2
Stamina: -2
Attunement: 10 - 2 = 8
The girl disappeared further. Anyone looking at her through the eyes of the Force would have trouble determining where she ended and where the world around her began. She was bridging the metaphysical and physical planes, and her eyes were wide open, staring in all directions at everything that she shared space with, and in all directions with everything that she shared time with. She could see not only where things were going, but where they came from, and using that information, she felt the way that they lived, their subtle inner workings, and the forces that drove them. Whether driven by the force or the other lifeforms, she could see the patterns that interlaced them all, and the rules that governed their worlds. It was beautiful. Never before had she peered so closely at the Truth of everything, and it was intoxicating. She almost cried, the passion of the experience threatening to overwhelm her and drag her down, into the depths of the Force, where she might be lost forever.
She drifted away from her surroundings, and peered into the past and future of her own existence, the future muddied by the currents, but the past shimmering faintly through the depths, as sunlight through the murky water of the sea.
She saw an ancient warrior, cloaked in black, wielding a cruel-looking blade and wading into battle with other soldiers, a bloody and violent conflict tearing the battlefield apart, force powers ripping the earth and sky asunder as blades tore the flesh of their enemies. The graceful power of the black-robed soldier that she watched fighting was awe-inspiring, the way that he wielded his blade belying a surety of purpose that forced others to follow him out of respect and allowed them to fight through their wounds in an effort to match his merciless onslaught.
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Emily Marneth rolled 1 20-sided dice:
15
Total: 15 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2014 10:05 pm
force sense
bonus: +4
Health: -2
Stamina: -2
Attunement: 8 - 2 = 6
The robed soldier continued his slaughter, Vyntyr constantly trying and failing to edge her focus to his face as he danced through the battlefield at a --quite literal-- breakneck tempo, his proficiency with the force belying his past as a powerful force-focused combatant, what might even fall under the consular training paths of the jedi temple, but something was much... darker... here. And then she saw a break in the fighting, as his prescient dance came to a sudden halt, his enemy kneeling before him, hands severed by a masterfully dextrous blow, completely helpless, the Force pulling away from the poor wretch as his pain overwhelmed his ability to focus. The black-robed soldier held out a palm and a foul odor filled Vyntyr's nostrils as a blast of lightning pierced the victim's body, the scent of ionized air preceding briefly the stench of scorched flesh and burned hair. The lightning dragged on, and the man who Vyntyr had been rooting for in this fight was suddenly revealed to her. As he raised his sword, he cruelly separated his helpless victim's head from his neck.
A vicious, bloodthirsty scream was rent forth from the robed man's throat, and a terrible and bone-chilling feeling clung to Vyntyr's soul, a mighty Force Scream ripping through the battlefield as her vision went to the man's face.
A Sith. Clear as day, a red-skinned, fire-eyed Sith descendant, staring directly at the girl, watching detached from the battle.
She was ripped from her vision in a cold sweat, panting and clutching at her chest.
For a moment, she was convinced that he could see her.
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Emily Marneth rolled 1 20-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2014 7:47 am
force sense
bonus: +4
Health: -2
Stamina: -2
Attunement: 6 - 2 = 4
Vyntyr shook for a moment and pondered the overwhelming vision that she had just experienced. It must be connected in some way to the font of energy she'd been connected to when the boy had exploded. It was the only explanation; she had never had such a vision, and she'd never felt so close to the Force. Something about that vast amount of energy must have stuck with her for a moment, and opened her up to the energy around her.
She sighed and took a breath, satisfied that she'd uncovered the cause of the interruption, putting the vision out of her head for a moment as she focused on the environment once more, allowing the Force to wash over her again. For some reason, this connection felt shallow compared to the immersion of her previous meditation thus far.
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Emily Marneth rolled 1 20-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2014 3:19 pm
Health: -2
Stamina: -2
Attunement: 4 - 2 = 2
A sort of easy calm settled over the youngling, and she began to sense the comings and goings of the wildlife once again. In the midst of this easy calm, she felt as if she sat in the middle of a shallow pond, and every animal with every movement and every breath created a ripple that could be traced back to its source, direction and force changing the shape and size of the ripples as intention and conviction shaped the actions of each individual.
She focused on trying to read these ripples to trace them back and predict the next movement in the haphazard water ballet that was the meditation garden.
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Emily Marneth rolled 1 20-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed May 07, 2014 7:28 pm
Health: -2
Stamina: -2
Attunement: 2 - 2 = 0
Vyntyr's connection with the Force began to fade, and as it did she began to drift from her concentration, the patterns and predictions of her practice beginning to die out and her mind beginning to spin back up to speed, reminding her of the difficulties that led to this particular meditation. She was starting to lose focus and come back to the world of complexities and random occurrences. Losing her contact with the predictive powers of nature, she found herself dragged back into a cruel and unfeeling world that operated on cold facts and jagged half-truths.
She took a breath and her brow furrowed as she tried to focus, trying to keep herself immersed in the Force as if she was tethered to a life raft and trying to swim to the bottom of the sea.
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Posted: Wed May 07, 2014 11:55 pm
Health: -2
Stamina: -2
Attunement: 0
The girl sighed as she finally allowed herself to slowly rise above the surface of the 'water,' to rise seated on the surface as if she were on dry land. And then, somehow, she gradually was; she ceased to be a diver in a pool of spacetime and began again to be a youngling sitting in a sea of stones. The transition was smooth, though still slightly jarring. She took a deep breath and slowly brought herself to open her eyes, the sunlight softly burning her eyes.
Taking another deep breath, she put her hands on her knees and leaned forward, looking at the ground, willing herself to maintain her composure, her thoughts drifting to confusing and unwelcome places.
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