Sanguisuga

Star Wars: The Legacy of Nuverii

Avengol slowly arose from his deep slumber. After a simple touch to the ancient artifact his body completely shut down. He was surprised to be alive. Upon seeing his close friend, he smiled and let loose a sigh of pure relief. He accepted the water but pushed away the rebreather, he always hated those things. He took the water and then slowly staggered to his feet, before gazing once again at the magical structure which floated before them. He nudged Caloren slightly, not speaking a word as he did so. The mystical object spoke for itself.

"So... a good find right?" He said jokingly as he took a sip of the water. He then began to pace around the room, gazing deeper and deeper into the sphere and attempting to analyze the situation at hand. What was this relic he stumbled upon? What was the meaning behind the vision? Why did this vision cause his body to shut down? Most of all... the voice. What did it mean? It claimed he was worthy... and who was this other person it spoke of? Did they mean Caloren?

Avengol tossed around these questions tirelessly in his head. His mind racing still trying to decipher the cryptic meaning of the images he saw. But the one thing that stuck out most of all was this man's mentioning of "The Force." What was this "Force?" Was this man confusing the ancient ones for this being? Avengol eventually had tired of pacing around the gravity defying egg shape and then turned to his friend, speaking in a lower tone, as if not to draw attention to themselves. "So... what do we do with it?" Avengol said, attempting to break the silence which had all but overtaken the room. "This has to be worth something... Maybe we should bring it back to the shop?"

Avengol continued to beat around the bust with his questions. How can you simply tell anybody about visions and voices in your head? He'd look like a madman attempting to explain it. Not only that, but he really wasn't sure how to explain it. The voice spoke to him with a calmness but also with a great weight to it. This alone gave Avengol a chill down his spine, simply remembering the events that had transpired only moments before had brought back a residual feeling in his legs which caused him to stagger backwards a bit and press against the wall of the ship.

"I think the orb can.. can carry itself. All we have to do is lead the way. Whatever this thing is we can't just leave it here." Avengol said to Caloren as he began to walk back over to the orb. He placed his hand upon the sphere once more. This time, however, there was nothing. No image, no voice, just the humming metal which vibrated beneath his palm. Avengol felt a weight lifted off his shoulders, knowing he would not have to live through the ordeal again. He smiled at his friend and then began to move it effortlessly. "See?" He said with a jokingly smug tone "Easy to move. Let's get this thing back to the shop."

Star Wars: The Legacy of Nuverii

Within the tempest of dust, a man covered head to toe in rags staggered through the immense power of the storm. Once again he had gotten himself into a mess like this. His rugged clothing now flapping violently in the torrent of sand. The man began to look frantically for a shelter, a place to hold out until this storm rage was sedated. His vibrant orange iris' being bombarded with the angry particles kicked up by the storm caused his vision to be blurred with tears. Attempting to cover his eyes the best he could without uncovering the rest of his face, he began to rush from the multitude of wreckage tat littered the ground around him. His efforts seemingly in vain, as much of the storm had made it nearly impossible for him to find a place of refuge. Under the tattered cloth wrapped tightly around his face he muttered curses to himself.

"I swear if I get stuck out hear because of poor timing Corelan won't ever let me hear the end of it... I'd rather be dead than hear him carrying on again.. I've gotta get out of here..."

The young man continued forward on his quest to find shelter; the wind attempting to make him kneel, but the boy did not falter. He pushed onward in defiance of the storm which engulfed him, knowing how bad the situation would be if he couldn't find an escape. After what seemed like an eternity of endless stumbling, there was a gleam of light in the distance: hope.

The man noted a downed starship emitting a strange glow from within. "There must be a way inside" the battered man thought to himself as he pushed on through the tirade of unrelenting sand. His forceful push onward became a difficult rush towards safety. The downed spacecraft grew closer in his vision and as he approached he noted the light was even brighter than he had previously thought. As he pressed against the side of the decimated metal of the downed ship, he desperately looked for a means of entrance. Thankfully, there was a blast hole just big enough for him to slip inside. As he managed to climb inside, he collapsed himself down onto the nearest wall he could find.

"Thank the ancient ones... That's enough blasted sand for one day..."

The man pulled off his ragged and torn cloth, which he had torn from his clothing to make a makeshift bandana around his nose and mouth, and breathed a heavy sigh of relief. He smiled and chuckled a bit to himself, in disbelief he had actually managed to make it out of that ordeal. his sharp nose breathed in the cleanest air he had felt in what seemed like ages. He then ran his hand through his rugged, medium length, dirty blonde hair and sighed slightly as sand tumbled from his head. His peach skin slightly tanned from his time in the son, which only made the large white-blue markings on his body more notable. The markings were simply lines which ran from what seemed like the top of his head (hidden by his hair) down to the bridge of his nose, three lines vertically around his neck (one in the center and then two towards the back.) Two larger lines seemed to form just below his eyes and ran across his face and down to the back of his neck. His body was covered in these ancestral markings.

He smiled and brushed more sand from his head before attempting to clear his eyes. His hexagonal iris resembling that of a beehive, which glowed orange and were sharply bright. As the man took a moment to relax, his mind then jolted over to the light that had beckoned him to this safe haven.

"That's right..."

He spoke to himself, the moment of realization knocking him from the initial stupor he was in moments before.

"The light... What was it?.."

He slowly raised himself from the ground of the battered ship he began to search around of the source of the vibrant light. Staggering around the ship, still attempting to catch his breath as he did so, he noticed the light seeming to emanate from deeper within the ship: the cargo hold. The boy smiled as he began to slowly descend the dusty ship stairs. Each step resonating throughout the otherwise silent, ghostly wreckage.

As he reached the bottom of the stairs, the light only continued to beckon him forth. He drew closer and closer to the allure of this unknown entity, not wondering how such a light could have been shown through the raging tempest and the metal of the vessel. As he approached the broken door frame he took a moment to breathe, partially in excitement, but also with a slight fear of the unknown.

The boy rounded the corner and quickly was left in awe at what he had discovered. A large, egg shaped capsule, shinning brightly with no notable means of opening the mysterious structure. The metallic shine seemed pristine and untouched. The sphere was not only in a perfect condition, but is was also levitating off the ground. The young man was left starstruck by the magnificent sight which laid before him. He drew closer, shutting out all around him, his vision tunneling, leaving only this ancient structure in his sight. Slowly he crept up to this foreboding and almost magical presence.

As he drew closer, his reflection appeared before him. The man raised his hand to his forehead and brushed a few strands of hair out of his eyes. He rested his hand in the air however, before ever so gently pressing his palm against his reflection. In that moment, his body became electrified, his eyes flaring with color once more and his body slowly lifting off the ground. In his mind was the sight of an ancient being, his face hidden by long robes which covered his entire body. A large man standing before another with a similar posture. The man could feel something different from this second figure. Hatred, pain, envy... hunger. This vision slowly faded away as a strong and foreboding voice rang out from within his head.

"You are worthy... but there is another I sense... The Force will make it clear to me in time..."

With the final words fading from his mind, the boy collapsed onto the ground. He laid motionless upon the ground, attempting to put together the pieces of what happened. His body weak, and his mind confused and conflicted. He slowly staggered to his feet and reached into one of the various pouches he had lining his belt. Reaching in, the young man grasped a slender, cylindrical communicator in his hand and pressed a red button on the side. He struggled to speak into the device but cleared his throat and forced himself to get the words out.

"H-hey Corelan... it's Avengol... When the storm is over I've got something for you to see... The tracker in this thing should still be working.. I damn well hope so.. I'm not strong enough to make it back... Come find me once it's safe."

With that, Avengol released his grip of the communication device and let it tumble to the floor. He collapsed to the floor not long after, his being tired and weak, his mind could no longer sustain him and thus, he shut down. He laid upon the cold metal floor, unconscious, hoping that his dear friend would be able to find him within the wreckage.

Greetings.

Hello all, My name is Sanguisuga.

A bit of info on me...

- I'm a veteran roleplayer, started when I was about 7 or so. (so about 11 years ago.)

- I'm a roleplayer who posts a paragraph or 2. I would fall into the casual category but I can do advanced if needed.

- pretty nice and approachable, I have OC's in various fandoms and basically a character for almost every time period.

- I was directed here by Lant Green, good friend of mine who said this would be a good place to go :P

- On the topic of Lant Green, we will actually be doing a 1x1 Star Wars roleplay and you're all welcome to read along as we embark on our escapades :3

- I'm not sure if this term is used much anymore but I'm an action roleplayer. This means I would usually play a pivotal role in the story and guide it along (for example: being either the main antagonist OR protagonist, of acting as both at the same time.) While I use the term action roleplayer, other people who react to the events that had just transpired would be considered Reaction Roleplayers. Not sure if my term is out of date but not a lot of people get what I mean when i say it.

- I'm very open to new ideas and people, just shoot me a message and I'll be happy to talk with you ^^

Very excited to be here and hope I can Roleplay with you in the future. See ya soon :P

-San

Star Wars: The Legacy of Nuverii

*Important Info* The story will be posted for all to read very soon. Just saving this thread now for my friend and I to have when the story starts tomorrow! We hope you all enjoy reading up on our escapades into the world of Star Wars! You are all welcome to comment in OCC, though we won't be accepting anyone else we would love to hear any comments and some banter going on with the readers! Lant and I are very excited to bring this to you, we have been planning this Roleplay for some time now and I hope to be able to speak with you all soon!

*Disclaimer* Though there will be many times where we encounter main characters within the Star Wars series, this will be an Original Series with some connections to the Star Wars lore. We are in no way copying, or changing any pivotal moments within the actual canon material. This story will take place before the events of Episode I.