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“You…I know your face,” something besides calm and righteousness entered the Jedi’s eyes. Recognition, sympathy; things she did not want to see. “Hold your tongue, Jedi,” she hissed, even as part of her cried out under its chains. “You know nothing.” The Jedi shook her head, “no. I know who you are; this is not the path for you. Come with me.” Wraid crossed her arms, internally berating herself for such a defensive gesture. “Your words-“ The Jedi bowed her head, “Master Kusando was your master. You were a knight among us. Did Krucem and Barillia break you so thoroughly as to turn on us like this, K’Surda?” Memories flooded back with the names, Jurell’s smiling face and the hands stroking her skin. Lightning, vines around her neck, fire raining from the sky; children ablaze and screaming. Wraid looked down under the sudden weight of it. “K’Surda?” Vette questioned, never having heard her real name before. It was always Wraid. It had always been Wraid to the Imperials. “My Lord?” another voice, Quinn’s. It was vague, all the noise of the room, people breathing, machinery working, anyone talking, it all just melted away under the drone of her memories. Finally her hand moved to one of her sabres, “I am a broken creature, Jedi,” she said quietly, igniting the blade. “No power in this galaxy, light or otherwise, can put me back together.” She lifted her head and looked at the Jedi not with malice or anger, but a simple tiredness that permeated everything from her expression to her posture. Then she straightened, her eye sharpened, and she thrust her arm forward. “Tell her I am sorry.” The Jedi slumped to the floor and Wraid stared numbly, still trying to push the flood of images away from her mind. She turned to Quinn and put her sabre away, “I trust I need not tell you and your men to keep their mouths shut.” He straightened, “you need not, my Lord.” Wraid nodded once, stiffly, “good.”
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“You…I know your face,” something besides calm and righteousness entered the Jedi’s eyes. Recognition, sympathy; things she did not want to see. “Hold your tongue, Jedi,” she hissed, even as part of her cried out under its chains. “You know nothing.” The Jedi shook her head, “no. I know who you are; this is not the path for you. Come with me.” Wraid crossed her arms, internally berating herself for such a defensive gesture. “Your words-“ The Jedi bowed her head, “Master Kusando was your master. You were a knight among us. Did Krucem and Barillia break you so thoroughly as to turn on us like this, K’Surda?” Memories flooded back with the names, Jurell’s smiling face and the hands stroking her skin. Lightning, vines around her neck, fire raining from the sky; children ablaze and screaming. Wraid looked down under the sudden weight of it. “K’Surda?” Vette questioned, never having heard her real name before. It was always Wraid. It had always been Wraid to the Imperials. “My Lord?” another voice, Quinn’s. It was vague, all the noise of the room, people breathing, machinery working, anyone talking, it all just melted away under the drone of her memories. Finally her hand moved to one of her sabres, “I am a broken creature, Jedi,” she said quietly, igniting the blade. “No power in this galaxy, light or otherwise, can put me back together.” She lifted her head and looked at the Jedi not with malice or anger, but a simple tiredness that permeated everything from her expression to her posture. Then she straightened, her eye sharpened, and she thrust her arm forward. “Tell her I am sorry.” The Jedi slumped to the floor and Wraid stared numbly, still trying to push the flood of images away from her mind. She turned to Quinn and put her sabre away, “I trust I need not tell you and your men to keep their mouths shut.” He straightened, “you need not, my Lord.” Wraid nodded once, stiffly, “good.”
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“You…I know your face,” something besides calm and righteousness entered the Jedi’s eyes. Recognition, sympathy; things she did not want to see. “Hold your tongue, Jedi,” she hissed, even as part of her cried out under its chains. “You know nothing.” The Jedi shook her head, “no. I know who you are; this is not the path for you. Come with me.” Wraid crossed her arms, internally berating herself for such a defensive gesture. “Your words-“ The Jedi bowed her head, “Master Kusando was your master. You were a knight among us. Did Krucem and Barillia break you so thoroughly as to turn on us like this, K’Surda?” Memories flooded back with the names, Jurell’s smiling face and the hands stroking her skin. Lightning, vines around her neck, fire raining from the sky; children ablaze and screaming. Wraid looked down under the sudden weight of it. “K’Surda?” Vette questioned, never having heard her real name before. It was always Wraid. It had always been Wraid to the Imperials. “My Lord?” another voice, Quinn’s. It was vague, all the noise of the room, people breathing, machinery working, anyone talking, it all just melted away under the drone of her memories. Finally her hand moved to one of her sabres, “I am a broken creature, Jedi,” she said quietly, igniting the blade. “No power in this galaxy, light or otherwise, can put me back together.” She lifted her head and looked at the Jedi not with malice or anger, but a simple tiredness that permeated everything from her expression to her posture. Then she straightened, her eye sharpened, and she thrust her arm forward. “Tell her I am sorry.” The Jedi slumped to the floor and Wraid stared numbly, still trying to push the flood of images away from her mind. She turned to Quinn and put her sabre away, “I trust I need not tell you and your men to keep their mouths shut.” He straightened, “you need not, my Lord.” Wraid nodded once, stiffly, “good.”
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“You…I know your face,” something besides calm and righteousness entered the Jedi’s eyes. Recognition, sympathy; things she did not want to see. “Hold your tongue, Jedi,” she hissed, even as part of her cried out under its chains. “You know nothing.” The Jedi shook her head, “no. I know who you are; this is not the path for you. Come with me.” Wraid crossed her arms, internally berating herself for such a defensive gesture. “Your words-“ The Jedi bowed her head, “Master Kusando was your master. You were a knight among us. Did Krucem and Barillia break you so thoroughly as to turn on us like this, K’Surda?” Memories flooded back with the names, Jurell’s smiling face and the hands stroking her skin. Lightning, vines around her neck, fire raining from the sky; children ablaze and screaming. Wraid looked down under the sudden weight of it. “K’Surda?” Vette questioned, never having heard her real name before. It was always Wraid. It had always been Wraid to the Imperials. “My Lord?” another voice, Quinn’s. It was vague, all the noise of the room, people breathing, machinery working, anyone talking, it all just melted away under the drone of her memories. Finally her hand moved to one of her sabres, “I am a broken creature, Jedi,” she said quietly, igniting the blade. “No power in this galaxy, light or otherwise, can put me back together.” She lifted her head and looked at the Jedi not with malice or anger, but a simple tiredness that permeated everything from her expression to her posture. Then she straightened, her eye sharpened, and she thrust her arm forward. “Tell her I am sorry.” The Jedi slumped to the floor and Wraid stared numbly, still trying to push the flood of images away from her mind. She turned to Quinn and put her sabre away, “I trust I need not tell you and your men to keep their mouths shut.” He straightened, “you need not, my Lord.” Wraid nodded once, stiffly, “good.”
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“You…I know your face,” something besides calm and righteousness entered the Jedi’s eyes. Recognition, sympathy; things she did not want to see. “Hold your tongue, Jedi,” she hissed, even as part of her cried out under its chains. “You know nothing.” The Jedi shook her head, “no. I know who you are; this is not the path for you. Come with me.” Wraid crossed her arms, internally berating herself for such a defensive gesture. “Your words-“ The Jedi bowed her head, “Master Kusando was your master. You were a knight among us. Did Krucem and Barillia break you so thoroughly as to turn on us like this, K’Surda?” Memories flooded back with the names, Jurell’s smiling face and the hands stroking her skin. Lightning, vines around her neck, fire raining from the sky; children ablaze and screaming. Wraid looked down under the sudden weight of it. “K’Surda?” Vette questioned, never having heard her real name before. It was always Wraid. It had always been Wraid to the Imperials. “My Lord?” another voice, Quinn’s. It was vague, all the noise of the room, people breathing, machinery working, anyone talking, it all just melted away under the drone of her memories. Finally her hand moved to one of her sabres, “I am a broken creature, Jedi,” she said quietly, igniting the blade. “No power in this galaxy, light or otherwise, can put me back together.” She lifted her head and looked at the Jedi not with malice or anger, but a simple tiredness that permeated everything from her expression to her posture. Then she straightened, her eye sharpened, and she thrust her arm forward. “Tell her I am sorry.” The Jedi slumped to the floor and Wraid stared numbly, still trying to push the flood of images away from her mind. She turned to Quinn and put her sabre away, “I trust I need not tell you and your men to keep their mouths shut.” He straightened, “you need not, my Lord.” Wraid nodded once, stiffly, “good.”
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“You…I know your face,” something besides calm and righteousness entered the Jedi’s eyes. Recognition, sympathy; things she did not want to see. “Hold your tongue, Jedi,” she hissed, even as part of her cried out under its chains. “You know nothing.” The Jedi shook her head, “no. I know who you are; this is not the path for you. Come with me.” Wraid crossed her arms, internally berating herself for such a defensive gesture. “Your words-“ The Jedi bowed her head, “Master Kusando was your master. You were a knight among us. Did Krucem and Barillia break you so thoroughly as to turn on us like this, K’Surda?” Memories flooded back with the names, Jurell’s smiling face and the hands stroking her skin. Lightning, vines around her neck, fire raining from the sky; children ablaze and screaming. Wraid looked down under the sudden weight of it. “K’Surda?” Vette questioned, never having heard her real name before. It was always Wraid. It had always been Wraid to the Imperials. “My Lord?” another voice, Quinn’s. It was vague, all the noise of the room, people breathing, machinery working, anyone talking, it all just melted away under the drone of her memories. Finally her hand moved to one of her sabres, “I am a broken creature, Jedi,” she said quietly, igniting the blade. “No power in this galaxy, light or otherwise, can put me back together.” She lifted her head and looked at the Jedi not with malice or anger, but a simple tiredness that permeated everything from her expression to her posture. Then she straightened, her eye sharpened, and she thrust her arm forward. “Tell her I am sorry.” The Jedi slumped to the floor and Wraid stared numbly, still trying to push the flood of images away from her mind. She turned to Quinn and put her sabre away, “I trust I need not tell you and your men to keep their mouths shut.” He straightened, “you need not, my Lord.” Wraid nodded once, stiffly, “good.”
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“You…I know your face,” something besides calm and righteousness entered the Jedi’s eyes. Recognition, sympathy; things she did not want to see. “Hold your tongue, Jedi,” she hissed, even as part of her cried out under its chains. “You know nothing.” The Jedi shook her head, “no. I know who you are; this is not the path for you. Come with me.” Wraid crossed her arms, internally berating herself for such a defensive gesture. “Your words-“ The Jedi bowed her head, “Master Kusando was your master. You were a knight among us. Did Krucem and Barillia break you so thoroughly as to turn on us like this, K’Surda?” Memories flooded back with the names, Jurell’s smiling face and the hands stroking her skin. Lightning, vines around her neck, fire raining from the sky; children ablaze and screaming. Wraid looked down under the sudden weight of it. “K’Surda?” Vette questioned, never having heard her real name before. It was always Wraid. It had always been Wraid to the Imperials. “My Lord?” another voice, Quinn’s. It was vague, all the noise of the room, people breathing, machinery working, anyone talking, it all just melted away under the drone of her memories. Finally her hand moved to one of her sabres, “I am a broken creature, Jedi,” she said quietly, igniting the blade. “No power in this galaxy, light or otherwise, can put me back together.” She lifted her head and looked at the Jedi not with malice or anger, but a simple tiredness that permeated everything from her expression to her posture. Then she straightened, her eye sharpened, and she thrust her arm forward. “Tell her I am sorry.” The Jedi slumped to the floor and Wraid stared numbly, still trying to push the flood of images away from her mind. She turned to Quinn and put her sabre away, “I trust I need not tell you and your men to keep their mouths shut.” He straightened, “you need not, my Lord.” Wraid nodded once, stiffly, “good.”
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“You…I know your face,” something besides calm and righteousness entered the Jedi’s eyes. Recognition, sympathy; things she did not want to see. “Hold your tongue, Jedi,” she hissed, even as part of her cried out under its chains. “You know nothing.” The Jedi shook her head, “no. I know who you are; this is not the path for you. Come with me.” Wraid crossed her arms, internally berating herself for such a defensive gesture. “Your words-“ The Jedi bowed her head, “Master Kusando was your master. You were a knight among us. Did Krucem and Barillia break you so thoroughly as to turn on us like this, K’Surda?” Memories flooded back with the names, Jurell’s smiling face and the hands stroking her skin. Lightning, vines around her neck, fire raining from the sky; children ablaze and screaming. Wraid looked down under the sudden weight of it. “K’Surda?” Vette questioned, never having heard her real name before. It was always Wraid. It had always been Wraid to the Imperials. “My Lord?” another voice, Quinn’s. It was vague, all the noise of the room, people breathing, machinery working, anyone talking, it all just melted away under the drone of her memories. Finally her hand moved to one of her sabres, “I am a broken creature, Jedi,” she said quietly, igniting the blade. “No power in this galaxy, light or otherwise, can put me back together.” She lifted her head and looked at the Jedi not with malice or anger, but a simple tiredness that permeated everything from her expression to her posture. Then she straightened, her eye sharpened, and she thrust her arm forward. “Tell her I am sorry.” The Jedi slumped to the floor and Wraid stared numbly, still trying to push the flood of images away from her mind. She turned to Quinn and put her sabre away, “I trust I need not tell you and your men to keep their mouths shut.” He straightened, “you need not, my Lord.” Wraid nodded once, stiffly, “good.”
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“You…I know your face,” something besides calm and righteousness entered the Jedi’s eyes. Recognition, sympathy; things she did not want to see.

“Hold your tongue, Jedi,” she hissed, even as part of her cried out under its chains. “You know nothing.”

The Jedi shook her head, “no. I know who you are; this is not the path for you. Come with me.”

Wraid crossed her arms, internally berating herself for such a defensive gesture. “Your words-“

The Jedi bowed her head, “Master Kusando was your master. You were a knight among us. Did Krucem and Barillia break you so thoroughly as to turn on us like this, K’Surda?”

Memories flooded back with the names, Jurell’s smiling face and the hands stroking her skin. Lightning, vines around her neck, fire raining from the sky; children ablaze and screaming. Wraid looked down under the sudden weight of it.

“K’Surda?” Vette questioned, never having heard her real name before. It was always Wraid. It had always been Wraid to the Imperials.

“My Lord?” another voice, Quinn’s. It was vague, all the noise of the room, people breathing, machinery working, anyone talking, it all just melted away under the drone of her memories.

Finally her hand moved to one of her sabres, “I am a broken creature, Jedi,” she said quietly, igniting the blade. “No power in this galaxy, light or otherwise, can put me back together.”

She lifted her head and looked at the Jedi not with malice or anger, but a simple tiredness that permeated everything from her expression to her posture. Then she straightened, her eye sharpened, and she thrust her arm forward. “Tell her I am sorry.”

The Jedi slumped to the floor and Wraid stared numbly, still trying to push the flood of images away from her mind. She turned to Quinn and put her sabre away, “I trust I need not tell you and your men to keep their mouths shut.”

He straightened, “you need not, my Lord.”

Wraid nodded once, stiffly, “good.”

Found out too late that the white-eyes thing I grabbed on a whim as I had 100 coins laying about only worked on Human characters. My brain short-circuited because I forgot that Cyborgs - what Ash is - count as an entirely different species as far as mechanics go. Which is stupid because the only “cyborgs” you can make are humans, when realistically any species would be capable of having cybernetics. I’m pretty sure grievous bodily harm isn’t selective. Anyway, since K’Surda is my only legit human I might end up giving her those eyes when I make her as a Sith again way later according to the international law of because I say so. Besides that, here are some shots of Wraid FINALLY PUTTING BALMORRA AWAY.
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Found out too late that the white-eyes thing I grabbed on a whim as I had 100 coins laying about only worked on Human characters. My brain short-circuited because I forgot that Cyborgs - what Ash is - count as an entirely different species as far as mechanics go. Which is stupid because the only “cyborgs” you can make are humans, when realistically any species would be capable of having cybernetics. I’m pretty sure grievous bodily harm isn’t selective. Anyway, since K’Surda is my only legit human I might end up giving her those eyes when I make her as a Sith again way later according to the international law of because I say so. Besides that, here are some shots of Wraid FINALLY PUTTING BALMORRA AWAY.
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Found out too late that the white-eyes thing I grabbed on a whim as I had 100 coins laying about only worked on Human characters. My brain short-circuited because I forgot that Cyborgs - what Ash is - count as an entirely different species as far as mechanics go. Which is stupid because the only “cyborgs” you can make are humans, when realistically any species would be capable of having cybernetics. I’m pretty sure grievous bodily harm isn’t selective. Anyway, since K’Surda is my only legit human I might end up giving her those eyes when I make her as a Sith again way later according to the international law of because I say so. Besides that, here are some shots of Wraid FINALLY PUTTING BALMORRA AWAY.
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Found out too late that the white-eyes thing I grabbed on a whim as I had 100 coins laying about only worked on Human characters. My brain short-circuited because I forgot that Cyborgs - what Ash is - count as an entirely different species as far as mechanics go. Which is stupid because the only “cyborgs” you can make are humans, when realistically any species would be capable of having cybernetics. I’m pretty sure grievous bodily harm isn’t selective. Anyway, since K’Surda is my only legit human I might end up giving her those eyes when I make her as a Sith again way later according to the international law of because I say so. Besides that, here are some shots of Wraid FINALLY PUTTING BALMORRA AWAY.
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Found out too late that the white-eyes thing I grabbed on a whim as I had 100 coins laying about only worked on Human characters. My brain short-circuited because I forgot that Cyborgs - what Ash is - count as an entirely different species as far as mechanics go. Which is stupid because the only “cyborgs” you can make are humans, when realistically any species would be capable of having cybernetics. I’m pretty sure grievous bodily harm isn’t selective. Anyway, since K’Surda is my only legit human I might end up giving her those eyes when I make her as a Sith again way later according to the international law of because I say so. Besides that, here are some shots of Wraid FINALLY PUTTING BALMORRA AWAY.
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Found out too late that the white-eyes thing I grabbed on a whim as I had 100 coins laying about only worked on Human characters. My brain short-circuited because I forgot that Cyborgs - what Ash is - count as an entirely different species as far as mechanics go. Which is stupid because the only “cyborgs” you can make are humans, when realistically any species would be capable of having cybernetics. I’m pretty sure grievous bodily harm isn’t selective. Anyway, since K’Surda is my only legit human I might end up giving her those eyes when I make her as a Sith again way later according to the international law of because I say so. Besides that, here are some shots of Wraid FINALLY PUTTING BALMORRA AWAY.
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Found out too late that the white-eyes thing I grabbed on a whim as I had 100 coins laying about only worked on Human characters. My brain short-circuited because I forgot that Cyborgs - what Ash is - count as an entirely different species as far as mechanics go. Which is stupid because the only “cyborgs” you can make are humans, when realistically any species would be capable of having cybernetics. I’m pretty sure grievous bodily harm isn’t selective. Anyway, since K’Surda is my only legit human I might end up giving her those eyes when I make her as a Sith again way later according to the international law of because I say so. Besides that, here are some shots of Wraid FINALLY PUTTING BALMORRA AWAY.
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Found out too late that the white-eyes thing I grabbed on a whim as I had 100 coins laying about only worked on Human characters. My brain short-circuited because I forgot that Cyborgs - what Ash is - count as an entirely different species as far as mechanics go. Which is stupid because the only “cyborgs” you can make are humans, when realistically any species would be capable of having cybernetics. I’m pretty sure grievous bodily harm isn’t selective. Anyway, since K’Surda is my only legit human I might end up giving her those eyes when I make her as a Sith again way later according to the international law of because I say so. Besides that, here are some shots of Wraid FINALLY PUTTING BALMORRA AWAY.
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Found out too late that the white-eyes thing I grabbed on a whim as I had 100 coins laying about only worked on Human characters. My brain short-circuited because I forgot that Cyborgs - what Ash is - count as an entirely different species as far as mechanics go. Which is stupid because the only “cyborgs” you can make are humans, when realistically any species would be capable of having cybernetics. I’m pretty sure grievous bodily harm isn’t selective. Anyway, since K’Surda is my only legit human I might end up giving her those eyes when I make her as a Sith again way later according to the international law of because I say so. Besides that, here are some shots of Wraid FINALLY PUTTING BALMORRA AWAY.
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Found out too late that the white-eyes thing I grabbed on a whim as I had 100 coins laying about only worked on Human characters. My brain short-circuited because I forgot that Cyborgs - what Ash is - count as an entirely different species as far as mechanics go. Which is stupid because the only “cyborgs” you can make are humans, when realistically any species would be capable of having cybernetics. I’m pretty sure grievous bodily harm isn’t selective. Anyway, since K’Surda is my only legit human I might end up giving her those eyes when I make her as a Sith again way later according to the international law of because I say so. Besides that, here are some shots of Wraid FINALLY PUTTING BALMORRA AWAY.
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Found out too late that the white-eyes thing I grabbed on a whim as I had 100 coins laying about only worked on Human characters. My brain short-circuited because I forgot that Cyborgs - what Ash is - count as an entirely different species as far as mechanics go.

Which is stupid because the only “cyborgs” you can make are humans, when realistically any species would be capable of having cybernetics. I’m pretty sure grievous bodily harm isn’t selective.

Anyway, since K’Surda is my only legit human I might end up giving her those eyes when I make her as a Sith again way later according to the international law of because I say so.

Besides that, here are some shots of Wraid FINALLY PUTTING BALMORRA AWAY.

RP Aid: Sand People Lore

[TW: Rape - how the Ghorfa punish it is mentioned]

So I’ve had to think a lot about this because of Ash, my trooper, and decided to jot down all my thoughts thus far, as well as a handful more from talking to my dad while we did our visa run today because he’s also into Star Wars and good for science fictiony things.

Sorry for bad doodles I’ve been travelling all day.

A lot of this has been expanded on and extrapolated from what pieces of lore I could find on them.

Feel free to comment/ask/make-suggestions so that I may add to this and fill it out more for anyone who is curious about Ghorfa or wants to try RPing someone who was raised in that culture.

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“You have quite the powerful minion for the last runt of a broken bloodline.” “She is my bodyguard and I would advise you not to mistake her quiet for calm.” “Oh, I know who she is. I’ve been keeping an eye on you for my master, one of your father’s rivals. The alleged ‘Barsen’thor’ is your bodyguard now, hm?” Lightning flashed across the room before either of them could speak again and Talbrissa closed the distance between herself and the once-confident young Lord, crumpled and screaming on the floor as she continued feeding vicious electricity into his body. “You will not call me that,” she growled, cold and quiet. Rhysta didn’t say a word, didn’t move, she just watched as the Jedi she had once known to be so merciful and forgiving electrocuted a man to death. When he stilled Talbrissa stopped and stood over his body like a statue, just staring at him. Rhysta walked up beside her, “he was a threat in any case. You just saved me from dealing with it myself.” Talbrissa looked at her, “I suppose the role of a bodyguard is to deal with threats before they reach you, is it not?” A smile turned Rhysta’s lips, “indeed. I believe I’ll stick to that explanation for your presence. Provided we can keep my father’s remaining rivals silent.” The former Jedi nodded, “it is something solid to work towards, at least.”
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“You have quite the powerful minion for the last runt of a broken bloodline.” “She is my bodyguard and I would advise you not to mistake her quiet for calm.” “Oh, I know who she is. I’ve been keeping an eye on you for my master, one of your father’s rivals. The alleged ‘Barsen’thor’ is your bodyguard now, hm?” Lightning flashed across the room before either of them could speak again and Talbrissa closed the distance between herself and the once-confident young Lord, crumpled and screaming on the floor as she continued feeding vicious electricity into his body. “You will not call me that,” she growled, cold and quiet. Rhysta didn’t say a word, didn’t move, she just watched as the Jedi she had once known to be so merciful and forgiving electrocuted a man to death. When he stilled Talbrissa stopped and stood over his body like a statue, just staring at him. Rhysta walked up beside her, “he was a threat in any case. You just saved me from dealing with it myself.” Talbrissa looked at her, “I suppose the role of a bodyguard is to deal with threats before they reach you, is it not?” A smile turned Rhysta’s lips, “indeed. I believe I’ll stick to that explanation for your presence. Provided we can keep my father’s remaining rivals silent.” The former Jedi nodded, “it is something solid to work towards, at least.”
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“You have quite the powerful minion for the last runt of a broken bloodline.”

“She is my bodyguard and I would advise you not to mistake her quiet for calm.”

“Oh, I know who she is. I’ve been keeping an eye on you for my master, one of your father’s rivals. The alleged ‘Barsen’thor’ is your bodyguard now, hm?”

Lightning flashed across the room before either of them could speak again and Talbrissa closed the distance between herself and the once-confident young Lord, crumpled and screaming on the floor as she continued feeding vicious electricity into his body.

“You will not call me that,” she growled, cold and quiet.

Rhysta didn’t say a word, didn’t move, she just watched as the Jedi she had once known to be so merciful and forgiving electrocuted a man to death. When he stilled Talbrissa stopped and stood over his body like a statue, just staring at him. Rhysta walked up beside her, “he was a threat in any case. You just saved me from dealing with it myself.”

Talbrissa looked at her, “I suppose the role of a bodyguard is to deal with threats before they reach you, is it not?”

A smile turned Rhysta’s lips, “indeed. I believe I’ll stick to that explanation for your presence. Provided we can keep my father’s remaining rivals silent.”

The former Jedi nodded, “it is something solid to work towards, at least.”

And then I did an Esseles run to see how K’Surda looked in cutscenes. One thing that doesn’t change is her ability to pull either weird expressions or look like a puppy. There are more than this but I think that’s plenty of this particular stint. On another note everyone referred to her as a Jedi - including the Sith asshole who totally ripped off her outfit - and I laughed incessantly. Oh yes. This works.
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And then I did an Esseles run to see how K’Surda looked in cutscenes. One thing that doesn’t change is her ability to pull either weird expressions or look like a puppy. There are more than this but I think that’s plenty of this particular stint. On another note everyone referred to her as a Jedi - including the Sith asshole who totally ripped off her outfit - and I laughed incessantly. Oh yes. This works.
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And then I did an Esseles run to see how K’Surda looked in cutscenes. One thing that doesn’t change is her ability to pull either weird expressions or look like a puppy. There are more than this but I think that’s plenty of this particular stint. On another note everyone referred to her as a Jedi - including the Sith asshole who totally ripped off her outfit - and I laughed incessantly. Oh yes. This works.
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And then I did an Esseles run to see how K’Surda looked in cutscenes. One thing that doesn’t change is her ability to pull either weird expressions or look like a puppy. There are more than this but I think that’s plenty of this particular stint. On another note everyone referred to her as a Jedi - including the Sith asshole who totally ripped off her outfit - and I laughed incessantly. Oh yes. This works.
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And then I did an Esseles run to see how K’Surda looked in cutscenes. One thing that doesn’t change is her ability to pull either weird expressions or look like a puppy. There are more than this but I think that’s plenty of this particular stint. On another note everyone referred to her as a Jedi - including the Sith asshole who totally ripped off her outfit - and I laughed incessantly. Oh yes. This works.
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And then I did an Esseles run to see how K’Surda looked in cutscenes. One thing that doesn’t change is her ability to pull either weird expressions or look like a puppy. There are more than this but I think that’s plenty of this particular stint. On another note everyone referred to her as a Jedi - including the Sith asshole who totally ripped off her outfit - and I laughed incessantly. Oh yes. This works.
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And then I did an Esseles run to see how K’Surda looked in cutscenes. One thing that doesn’t change is her ability to pull either weird expressions or look like a puppy. There are more than this but I think that’s plenty of this particular stint. On another note everyone referred to her as a Jedi - including the Sith asshole who totally ripped off her outfit - and I laughed incessantly. Oh yes. This works.
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And then I did an Esseles run to see how K’Surda looked in cutscenes. One thing that doesn’t change is her ability to pull either weird expressions or look like a puppy. There are more than this but I think that’s plenty of this particular stint. On another note everyone referred to her as a Jedi - including the Sith asshole who totally ripped off her outfit - and I laughed incessantly. Oh yes. This works.
Zoom
And then I did an Esseles run to see how K’Surda looked in cutscenes. One thing that doesn’t change is her ability to pull either weird expressions or look like a puppy. There are more than this but I think that’s plenty of this particular stint. On another note everyone referred to her as a Jedi - including the Sith asshole who totally ripped off her outfit - and I laughed incessantly. Oh yes. This works.
Zoom
And then I did an Esseles run to see how K’Surda looked in cutscenes. One thing that doesn’t change is her ability to pull either weird expressions or look like a puppy. There are more than this but I think that’s plenty of this particular stint. On another note everyone referred to her as a Jedi - including the Sith asshole who totally ripped off her outfit - and I laughed incessantly. Oh yes. This works.
Zoom

And then I did an Esseles run to see how K’Surda looked in cutscenes.

One thing that doesn’t change is her ability to pull either weird expressions or look like a puppy. There are more than this but I think that’s plenty of this particular stint.

On another note everyone referred to her as a Jedi - including the Sith asshole who totally ripped off her outfit - and I laughed incessantly.

Oh yes. This works.

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TOR Drabble - K’Surda - Submission

I think this still counts as Dubcon so just saying right now, yeah.

“K’Surda, you know it pains me to see you like this,” the finger drew down her spine, stopping just short of her belt and digging its nail into her skin a little. She willed herself to ignore it, tried to focus on the discomfort in her shoulders instead. If Jurell hadn’t made a point of moving her every now and then she was sure at least one of her arms would be dislocated by now.

Jurell sighed and suddenly the tension holding her upright slackened and K’Surda slumped to the floor more out of surprise than weariness. Her hands were still bound but the shackles had been released from the chain holding her up. Before she could move however a weight pressed down, straddling her hips and digging fingers into her lower back. Teeth clamped down on her ear just enough to hurt and Jurell’s soft voice was a burning lash against her senses, “do not dare.”

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