There is a sickening crunch as the clone goes limp and falls to the ground
“How about we just deescalate the situation.” Raphael states, as they lower to the ground
"Not possible."
“Very much possible.” Raphael says as they shift into a towering celestial form. The solar before the Sith Lord unsheathes their greatsword readying for combat. “How about we all let this go, and enjoy a nice serving of drinks.”
to any clone within telepathy range: (status?)
*rules question: is the force magical for the purpose of magic resistance?*
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Droidbait looks over at him. "Kid, that was stupid but brave. Also, stop stealing stuff off of my dead friends."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
'I'm taking the first part as a compliment. And ok, sure, I'll leave all that precious tech to rot or burn or whatever'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*hello everyone *
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Theren is half-asleep by the fire
Droidbaits command post is in flames, multiple dead clones on the ground.
-open slot-
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Raphael appears, in the form of a winged aaraockra. They channel their divine magic, as a rain begins to pour attempting to put out the flames
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Deep within the fire a red lightsaber ignites. A figure cloaked in all black starts to walk forward.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Raphael waves, as they concentrate on the rain
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
As the figure is shown, they wear all black armor and are using the force to choke a clone who is kicking his feet as he is held in the air
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Oi! Put them down.” Raphae shouts
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Miria walks forwards spinning a black saber
Surrounded by Nature!
There is a sickening crunch as the clone goes limp and falls to the ground
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The Sith Lord chuckles. "Your efforts will be futile."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I am also a sith. we dont attack others. these clones rejected me. they must now pay the price." Miria starts force choking a different clone
Surrounded by Nature!
Raphae waves at them. “Want to help?”
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"I know that you are no Sith. You are conflicted."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“How about we just deescalate the situation.” Raphael states, as they lower to the ground
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Not possible."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The emissary is watching the carnage, eating tinned meat on white bread with mustard.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Very much possible.” Raphael says as they shift into a towering celestial form. The solar before the Sith Lord unsheathes their greatsword readying for combat. “How about we all let this go, and enjoy a nice serving of drinks.”
to any clone within telepathy range: (status?)
*rules question: is the force magical for the purpose of magic resistance?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Death is only necessary if there is no other choice. I may be conflicted but i have more darkness then light"
Surrounded by Nature!