Character Profile: Raeynil Ashgnar

Profile Raeynil Ashgnar

Biography
Raeynil Ashgnar was an Imperial Inquisitor who lived during the final years of the Galactic Republic and the rise of the Galactic Empire. A member of the dreaded Inquisitorius and a close adviser to Emperor Palpatine, Ashgnar played an important role in turning the captured Jedi Padawan Shamila to the side of the Empire, shortly after the execution of Order 66. Following this, the Inquisitor was tasked by the Emperor himself to train Shamila, to test and prepare the Padawan for her possible ascension to the position of Emperor’s Hand.

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Daily Writing Part 162. Story of Poems Part 96

Random words of the day: Tourist. Box

And here we have this week’s second Artist’s Tale installment! The first idea that, immediately, came to mind was Doctor Who, inspired by the word ‘box’, but before I was able to even think of a reference to it, both of today’s words suddenly reminded me of another geek classic. I was going to fit in a couple of characters from the brilliant humorous fantasy book series Discworld by the late Sir Terry Pratchett in my story, namely Twoflower the tourist and Luggage the living luggage case (what, you can get box from that!). Now there’s obviously a tourist somewhat resembling Twoflower, there’s box which may or may or may not be related to Luggage and, that’s pretty much what I managed to get out of it. Probably for the best. References, especially to anything amazing, can be fun and all, but forcing them hardly ever works and at the end of the day it has to be my own story. So in the end it, sort of worked and I’m more satisfied with the result than I thought I’d be. Good place to be, I’d say! ^_^


The Artist’s Tale. Chapter 5

Beneath the early sun
A baby mouse ran through the glade
And just behind it followed suit
A brilliant parade

Accompanied by radios
All playing vibrant songs
The creatures in that great parade
They marched to right some wrongs

The endless crowd moved lightning fast
Like a shooting star it went
For they knew they’d be refugees
If it came to the Event

One of the creatures stopped and turned
The tiniest red mite
“Looks like we’re almost there!” it called
“The iceberg is in sight!”

Around the berg’s sharp peak
Stormed fierce gusts of powdered snow
While on its top sat Referee
The court’s most senior crow

It strapped a saddle to its back
And rose up to the sky
Adjusting its square glasses
It let out a booming cry

“I’m glad you’ve come, my Flywheel friend!”
It called out to the gull
“My days on that cold pyramid”
“Were getting awfully dull”

“It seems the blackboard chart was right”
“You’ve come here just in time”
“Please follow me towards the court”
“We may just stop old Mime”

They flew towards their destination
Through the snow and hail
To find a man before its gate
Armed with a board and nail

His body was that of a man
His head that of a sparrow
His bulky chest broad like a safe
His waist extremely narrow

“Stop, all of you!” the bird man spoke
“The entrance here ain’t free!”
“Your great stampede won’t cross the cord”
“Until you’ve paid the fee!”

The artist jumped right off the gull
And swiped their credit card
Then a t-shirt wearing puppy
Promptly had the gate unbarred

Strange sounds and lights filled up the court
Like a space station it looked
And all across its metal walls
Countless ransom notes were hooked

As one, the crowd stormed right inside
With one flea just ahead
Which fiercely waved its walking stick
Forged from the finest lead

Both newbies and old veterans
Soon filled the court’s great halls
They paused for peanut butter pie
Then dashed right through the walls

Their charge abruptly ended
As they reached the central room
And witnessed, painted on each bench
A picture fraught with doom!

It showed all of the galaxy
Breaking into shards
While innocent and guilty both
Kept playing with their cards

They did not look up even once
Even as the ground decayed
Just a ridge remained beneath their feet
All else had turned to shade

And then there was the final scene
Which showed a grand arrival
Of a tourist in a floral shirt
With a big box marked ‘Revival’travel-box-compass-14796094


For the first chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.

For the second chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.

For the third chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.

For the fourth chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.

 

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Daily Writing Part 161. Story of Poems Part 95

Random words of the day: Decay. Ridge

Last Friday the weekly installment of The Artist’s Tale was absent. The reason was that my first visit to Castlefest, an amazing biyearly medieval and fantasy festival in the Netherlands, was imminent and I had needed my time to get all my preparations for it in order, including my costume. I’ve had an absolute blast there, but more on that will have to waiting for the bit about it I hope to write. Now, because of those preparations, The Artist’s Tale unfortunately had to be postponed. However, aside from this post, there’s going to be a second installment this weekend to make up for last week.

As for today’s post. The mood doesn’t seem to have any intention of being lightened, it seems. As of yet I haven’t been able to make my intentions to use Magic: The Gathering elements to that end a reality. It’s not that I’m not enjoying the bizarre atmosphere as it is, but I could really use something silly. Next time, maybe? Please?  ^_^


The Artist’s Tale. Chapter 5

Beneath the early sun
A baby mouse ran through the glade
And just behind it followed suit
A brilliant parade

Accompanied by radios
All playing vibrant songs
The creatures in that great parade
They marched to right some wrongs

The endless crowd moved lightning fast
Like a shooting star it went
For they knew they’d be refugees
If it came to the Event

One of the creatures stopped and turned
The tiniest red mite
“Looks like we’re almost there!” it called
“The iceberg is in sight!”

Around the berg’s sharp peak
Stormed fierce gusts of powdered snow
While on its top sat Referee
The court’s most senior crow

It strapped a saddle to its back
And rose up to the sky
Adjusting its square glasses
It let out a booming cry

“I’m glad you’ve come, my Flywheel friend!”
It called out to the gull
“My days on that cold pyramid”
“Were getting awfully dull”

“It seems the blackboard chart was right”
“You’ve come here just in time”
“Please follow me towards the court”
“We may just stop old Mime”

They flew towards their destination
Through the snow and hail
To find a man before its gate
Armed with a board and nail

His body was that of a man
His head that of a sparrow
His bulky chest broad like a safe
His waist extremely narrow

“Stop, all of you!” the bird man spoke
“The entrance here ain’t free!”
“Your great stampede won’t cross the cord”
“Until you’ve paid the fee!”

The artist jumped right off the gull
And swiped their credit card
Then a t-shirt wearing puppy
Promptly had the gate unbarred

Strange sounds and lights filled up the court
Like a space station it looked
And all across its metal walls
Countless ransom notes were hooked

As one, the crowd stormed right inside
With one flea just ahead
Which fiercely waved its walking stick
Forged from the finest lead

Both newbies and old veterans
Soon filled the court’s great halls
They paused for peanut butter pie
Then dashed right through the walls

Their charge abruptly ended
As they reached the central room
And witnessed, painted on each bench
A picture fraught with doom!

It showed all of the galaxy
Breaking into shards
While innocent and guilty both
Kept playing with their cards

They did not look up even once
Even as the ground decayed
Just a ridge remained beneath their feet
All else had turned to shade

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For the first chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.

For the second chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.

For the third chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.

For the fourth chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.

 

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Event: Battle of Zaloriis

Profile Battle of Zaloriis

The Battle of Zaloriis was a skirmish between Imperial forces and survivors of the Jedi Order in 19 BBY, shortly after the dissolution of the Galactic Republic and the subsequent foundation of the Galactic Empire.

Prelude
Following the execution of Order 66, a number of Jedi gathered in a desert cave on the planet Zaloriis. They had been invited there by Jedi Knight Nillanthir Zerati to discuss their future and that of the Jedi Order. However, unbeknownst to them, Aoshi, a former friend of Zerati’s and now an Imperial commander, had tracked them to the cave. He had brought along a contingent of clone troopers with the intention of eliminating the Jedi and was approaching fast, bringing an abrupt end to the gathering.

Skirmish At the Cave
Sensing the commander’s presence, Nillanthir instructed the other Jedi to leave, not wanting them to risk their lives and the future of the Jedi Order. As he knew Aoshi and the threat he posed better than anyone, he would stand the best chance of dealing with him. The others reluctantly agreed, but realizing the Imperials would be all over Nillanthir soon, Jedi Knights Vhiran Ashukahwa and Bultar Swan decided to aid their friend. They attacked the stormtroopers gathering around the cave from their Lancet interceptor, taking down numerous of the Imperial forces and causing massive chaos and confusion in their ranks before taking off.

As the other Jedi left the planet, Nillanthir faced off with the clone troopers invading the cave. Using hit-and-run attacks and the cave’s environments, Zerati brought down scores of enemies and halted their advance. Soon, however, Aoshi himself appeared and moved the troopers aside to deal with Nillanthir.

Final Stand
With the troopers retreating, the two former friends were the only combatants remaining. As they stood face to face, Aoshi explained he had turned against the Jedi, because he believed them, and Nillanthir in particular, to be traitors who had to be brought down. Nillanthir attempted to convince him that this was a lie spread by their true enemies: the Empire and the Sith. Aoshi would hear nothing of it, however, and a fierce battle between the two ensued. Moving and fighting lightning fast, the warriors appeared to be equally matched for most of the battle. Eventually, though, it was Nillanthir who got the upper hand. With a sudden burst of energy, he managed to cut Aoshi down, but not before he himself sustained a wound severe enough to make him pass out.

Aftermath
After coming to, Nillanthir, saddened about having to kill his old friend, gave Aoshi a proper burial and paid his respects to the fallen warrior. Zerati then returned to the cave to hide and wait for the time to fight the Empire.

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Character Profile: Demo

Profile Demo

Biography
ARC-2113, nicknamed “Demo”, was a Human ARC trooper lieutenant who lived during the final years of the Galactic Republic and the rise of the Galactic Empire. The sapper and demolitions specialist of clone commando team Saber Squad, Demo’s main tasks included sabotage of enemy structures, defusing explosives and the use of a variety of explosive weaponry, such as grenades and rockets, in the field. A year into the Clone Wars, Demo and his squad were placed under the command of Jedi General Vhiran Ashukahwa and would remain so for the rest of the war. After the end of the war, he was stationed at an Imperial garrison on Nar Shaddaa with several of his squadmates. There Demo was reunited with Ashukahwa and, like the rest of Saber Squad, not willing to betray his loyalty to his old general, didn’t execute Order 66. He instead helped hide and protect Vhiran and his fellow Jedi and joined them in their preparations to strike back against the Empire.

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Daily Writing Part 160. Story of Poems Part 94

Random words of the day: Guilt. Galaxy

This week we continue down the dark(ish) road we ventured on last time. Of course, that’s not much of a surprise when the ‘guilt’ is one of the day’s random words. Not everything is lost, however. For you see: we have shards And we have cards… Oh, I like the direction where this might just be going if the random words allow it! ^_^

On a semi-unrelated note: people losing themselves in entertainment while seemingly oblivious to everything breaking and tumbling down around them? Have I just found myself yet another unintentional social metaphor in my little narrative poem? ^_^


The Artist’s Tale. Chapter 5

Beneath the early sun
A baby mouse ran through the glade
And just behind it followed suit
A brilliant parade

Accompanied by radios
All playing vibrant songs
The creatures in that great parade
They marched to right some wrongs

The endless crowd moved lightning fast
Like a shooting star it went
For they knew they’d be refugees
If it came to the Event

One of the creatures stopped and turned
The tiniest red mite
“Looks like we’re almost there!” it called
“The iceberg is in sight!”

Around the berg’s sharp peak
Stormed fierce gusts of powdered snow
While on its top sat Referee
The court’s most senior crow

It strapped a saddle to its back
And rose up to the sky
Adjusting its square glasses
It let out a booming cry

“I’m glad you’ve come, my Flywheel friend!”
It called out to the gull
“My days on that cold pyramid”
“Were getting awfully dull”

“It seems the blackboard chart was right”
“You’ve come here just in time”
“Please follow me towards the court”
“We may just stop old Mime”

They flew towards their destination
Through the snow and hail
To find a man before its gate
Armed with a board and nail

His body was that of a man
His head that of a sparrow
His bulky chest broad like a safe
His waist extremely narrow

“Stop, all of you!” the bird man spoke
“The entrance here ain’t free!”
“Your great stampede won’t cross the cord”
“Until you’ve paid the fee!”

The artist jumped right off the gull
And swiped their credit card
Then a t-shirt wearing puppy
Promptly had the gate unbarred

Strange sounds and lights filled up the court
Like a space station it looked
And all across its metal walls
Countless ransom notes were hooked

As one, the crowd stormed right inside
With one flea just ahead
Which fiercely waved its walking stick
Forged from the finest lead

Both newbies and old veterans
Soon filled the court’s great halls
They paused for peanut butter pie
Then dashed right through the walls

Their charge abruptly ended
As they reached the central room
And witnessed, painted on each bench
A picture fraught with doom!

It showed all of the galaxy
Breaking into shards
While innocent and guilty both
Kept playing with their cards

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For the first chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.

For the second chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.

For the third chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.

For the fourth chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.

 

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Character Profile: Blackout

Profile Blackout

Biography
ARC-8339, nicknamed “Blackout”, was a Human ARC trooper lieutenant who lived during the final years of the Galactic Republic and the rise of the Galactic Empire. Blackout was the electronics specialist and slicer of clone commando team Saber Squad, mainly responsible for infiltrating enemy computer systems to disrupt them or to extract intelligence. A year into the Clone Wars, he and his squadmates were placed under the command of Jedi general Vhiran Ashukahwa and would remain so for the rest of the war. After the war came to an end, he was stationed on Nar Shaddaa with two other Saber Squad members to oversee the construction of an Imperial garrison. During this time, he was reunited with his old general. Blackout, like his squadmates, refused to execute Order 66 out of loyalty to Ashukahwa and helped escort Vhiran and his fellow Jedi to Dantooine. When secret communications with his allies were intercepted by the Empire, Blackout was forced to flee Nar Shaddaa and sought refuge on Kamino. There he teamed up with the rebellious Kaminoans to create a new clone army to aid in the upcoming fight against the Empire.

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Itsa Me!

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Who? Just your average descendant of two sea-faring peoples, recently graduated anthropology Master and aspiring author with a life-long passion for writing.

What? Uhm, human. I think... Also a bit crazy, but in a good way. I think...

Where? A land under the sea, far, far away. Occasionally with my head in the clouds.

Why? Trying to get both my work and my love for writing out there, sharing them with others and getting in touch with fellow writers, artists and other like-minded people.

Hi! ^_^

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