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Post by Whill Shaman Erevis on Apr 9, 2013 10:13:33 GMT -8
*The History is Currently Unknown*
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Post by Dragus on Apr 24, 2013 10:44:28 GMT -8
It was about six hours after the group of ewoks shuttle had crashed into the dune sea, when Lil'Bacca had called for the group to stop and take a break. It had been hard going across the hot desert, with the woks shedding quite a bit of fur. Every one of them was panting heavily. Kermit, the adolescent dragon slug they had with them, appeared none the worse for wear despite having been loaded up with all of their supplies. The group planted the poles holding up their makeshift umbrella into the sand and then sprawled on the ground, some taking short sips of water from their canteens, others simply lying there in exhaustion. Only Lil'Bacca remained standing, and he certainty didn't remain stationary. Turning to the group he said, "Yub nub". Which meant he was going to scout out their surroundings.
He crawled to the top of the nearest dune, looking out over the desert for any signs of life. There was next to nothing, save for a wamprat scurrying towards a nearby pit. The pit itself struck Lil'Bacca as unusual. It appeared lined with jagged stones, almost shaped like fangs. As the wamprat neared the pit, something emerged from it, a tentacle of sorts that wrapped around the vermin and pulled it into the pit. A loud expulsion of gas followed shortly after. Lil'Bacca was stunned. Wasting little time, he slid down the dune and returned to the group.
When he got there he tried to explain to the other ewoks what he had seen. None of them believed him at first, but one by one they crept over the hill and confirmed Lil'Bacca's claim. They argued fiercely about the pit, uncertain what to make of it. They knew it was large and definitely dangerous, but still they did not know what exactly it was. One of the ewoks, the eldest among them, suggested it might have been one of the gods from the Ewok pantheon. It made sense the more they thought of it.
Slowly the group moved their umbrella towards the pit, staying just out of reach from where the wamprat was grabbed. There they got to their knees and bowed, fanning their bodies towards the pit, praying aloud as they would have before the Golden one.
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Post by Hendo Xule: The Chronicler on Dec 10, 2013 4:39:47 GMT -8
The man in the gauze cloak sat at the edge of the pit, his eyes closed. His legs wore crossed. His hands were placed on his knees. The Sarlacc was not pleased with his presence, so it seemed, as its short tentacles fruitlessly reached for him. Futile. The subterranean beast could not earn its meal. But it continued to try.
The man was absolutely, almost ominously, quiet. It was obvious he was in a meditative state of some sort, but that would bring anyone that could see him to wonder why, exactly, he chose to meditate here.
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