Epona Dubh
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Post by Epona Dubh on Nov 2, 2024 1:11:58 GMT -8
A ship was scarcely settled in to docking then the hangar flew open. Ten Togorian commandos came flooding out of the vessel. They were fast yet orderly. A centaur came behind them. The woman drew the bow back effortlessly then taking aim she sent an arrow sailing through the head of a conspicuous looking character. Two. More arrows came behind the first and two more bodies hit the dirt. Not a soul struck could claim innocence. The girl just knew who they were
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Torna Ó Maolchonaire
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Post by Torna Ó Maolchonaire on Nov 2, 2024 2:36:52 GMT -8
BOOM!!!! BOOM!!! BOOM!!! Torna fired off three shots back to back.And one, two, three bodies dropped, one with each shot. BOOM!!! And a forth shot rang out. And another lifeless body hit the ground. Aogan was the shooter in this case. Both Aogan and Torna walked onto the man made beachfront
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Nov 3, 2024 2:50:20 GMT -8
Along the beach front crucifixes began to be laid out quite liberally. Old customs were coming back in fashion, so it would seem….. Those deserving of floggings were promptly flogged. Those still living after round one were promptly flogged again
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Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on Nov 4, 2024 16:19:28 GMT -8
T’was like watching fireworks. The aged warrior O’Dubhui stood, hands resting on hips held back tears. Had been years since he last stood observing as the old order blew itself into next week. Was truly a sight to behold….. Nodding as the masses came fleeing the wreckage the old officer saw his own crew, led by Slaughter exiting then stopping but feet from the man then springing to attention and saluting. Hand waving off the gesture he spoke -O’Dubhui- “At ease gentlemen and may I say well done!” Looking the group up and down he spoke again -O’Dubhui- “Now we still have things to attend to - get at it!” The men did not delay, breaking off they took to their job in earnest
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Nov 4, 2024 20:47:22 GMT -8
Boland spoke little pulling Grace along with him. There really was little need for explanation. The Mortus was going through enthusiastic renovations, so was the woman’s conclusion. Pretty basic and pretty much fit in with Manaan. And she truly was fitting right in with the fly by the seat of your pants bedlam, which she was well versed on. Manaan was a wild place… A place where she was blessed with holding an extreme amount of power. A voice in the depths of her mind screamed out ‘never abuse what has been generously bestowed on you…. Never.’ In a declaration only heard by herself and the hound she muttered, quite yet distinct -Grace- “I swear….” Then the sight of the little girl and the dog caught the woman’s eye. And indeed they saw her. Both rushed into her arms, the girl quickly slipping away and leaping on Boland. The man gave her a massive hug, then the pair took to talking. She knew things, as always but still, no matter of her supernatural bizarre perception of things Boland knew Maureen was still a little girl, and as consequence treated her as such. She adored the man. Whilst these two were interacting Grace got good with the dog
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Lámh Dhearg Manaan
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Post by Lámh Dhearg Manaan on Nov 4, 2024 21:13:21 GMT -8
Pilot and Copilot too had been caught up in the antics. Never a dull day on Manaan. Not so long as the present gaggle of lunatics kept up this pace. A lot of booze, small wonder, and a good dose of violence. What more could one ask for really? Well, on Manaan the beach offered sun swimming and draconian methods of torture and killing. The Togorian members of the crew enthusiastically joining the party flogging all and crucifing many. Ahhh torture and killing…. Of those, of course, found guilty. That’s right guilty. G.U.I.L.T.Y. Then they burn… or face an agonizingly torturous death strung up on a cross
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Di Fastski
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Post by Di Fastski on Nov 4, 2024 22:36:10 GMT -8
Di stood patiently observing. Cigarette in hand he cussed the area out. The first impression was of course the Native Selkath.. Extraordinary. But his mind quickly turning to the humans who called this planet home he became fixated here for a second. And indeed at this very point he tightening the scope of his study he watched the most unique group, that of course being the small group of - group of what? Scratching his head and Di continued his contemplation. Then abruptly the tall man left the party and set out walking on the beach
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Epona Dubh
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Post by Epona Dubh on Nov 5, 2024 0:17:38 GMT -8
Kicking and fighting the good fight the man desperately tried to escape. Screaming and howling but in the end all was to no avail. Strapped by handcuffing to a well oiled pole then strapped at the knees. Naked. Helpless. Servants painting his body gave knowing smiles. A pit at his feet was filled with easily combustible materials. A fire was lit. Despite struggling desperately the man could not escape the flame. Screaming and pleading the man told… pretty much anything that he felt might help him. Anything. All dignity was thrown to the wind. The body burned slow. The whole process was disgusting. The smell… the smell. Burning flesh. The poor soul soiling himself only heightening the already near unbearable stench, as his urine and feces hitting the flames themselves were charred. The man’s cry’s hit an almost unbearable level. Thankfully, at least for the weak hearted, the flames soon reaching high enough were inhaled, burning out his lungs and ceasing any further screams in agony…. A truly ugly death. The rancid smell hung in the air. Yet a carnival type of atmosphere enveloping the watery planet brought crowds out to watch the execution. Crucifixes too went up, with criminals tied to them. This too was a grisly way to pass into the other world. Many a watcher vomited. And so they should have
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Nov 6, 2024 4:49:21 GMT -8
The pair got out of dodge just before dodge was burned. Not the outside, which had been rid of any ridiculous vegetation that bizarre thing had planted there. Smoke bellowed from the doors and open windows. Laoch watched. He then shot a passerby. Kieran had his eyes fixed on his Comm…. The man still did not miss a thing happening around him. He began to pace. Then he spoke -Kieran- “Then one eggplant spoke some bloated diatribe about saving all and being here for the people…” Laughing -Kieran- “Then the bloated fool all but split.”
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Nov 9, 2024 20:09:34 GMT -8
The girl and The hound were set watching and Boland set about attending to them. Regular Intergalactic Swiss Family Robinson. Brought tears to the eye, from those all caught up in that sentimental type of nonsense. Grace had some differing concerns. The supposed presence of foriengn troops was all but nonexistent. It was quite the opposite of the intimidating Golan platform in orbit. That was indeed intimidating. And highly ineffective against lone small vessels; the system was designed to stop large scale attacks. But she put those considerations to the side for the moment. Laoch was well intended. And a brute. But Kieran was a thinker, as well as a brawler. Taking a glance at her three primary concerns the woman then turned and left in direction of the pub. She desperately wished to speak to Kieran. And with that she left
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Nov 11, 2024 20:54:40 GMT -8
The executions on the beaches are a forceful display indeed. And the guilty are punished enthusiastically. However, the whole affair plays out as a public display of justice. A most hard justice but just. Things are carefully overlooked and are never allowed to spiral into into a bloodlust filled hysteria, with people being killed merely to quench some misguided concept of punishment
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Selkathl Elders
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Post by Selkathl Elders on Nov 11, 2024 21:59:51 GMT -8
Selkath were drawn in mass to the public executions. A literal carnival had developed around the events, as is quite common among many cultures. Something about people getting greased really aroused people in general. The Selkath were no different and the executions, be they crucifixions or burning at the stake. Many watched in awe. Others gravitated to the surrounding festival that quite spontaneously developed. And many participated in both. Ga’wanar, Shak, Los and Jhassa always worked with the people, guiding, encouraging, teaching. And here they were
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Post by An tSúil on Nov 20, 2024 23:23:54 GMT -8
Two birds high above the Ocean were sailing together through the blue sky. Looking quite similar, if closely observed the birds were easily distinguishable, An tSuil having fiery red eyes, while Those of The Raven were black as coal. But no matter, the pair soared effortlessly over the surface below. Helplessly hoping as two timeless entities met in a youthful pairing. T’was a sight to behold. And both thought to themselves, and themselves alone…. The Eye was quite taken with The Raven. And she began to wonder if, probably more of a when actually, that she’d need kill him. And funny, as at that very moment The Raven was already pondering about not so much about if but rather how he would dispatch her. At that very moment both were struck by the possibility that the other might well read minds…. And all fell back into peace, love and granola and so they flew….
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Nov 21, 2024 2:42:10 GMT -8
As Maureen and The hound sere busy sashaying themselves around, in the manner
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