Organisation Profile: Tha’ci’s Shadows

Profile Thacis Shadows

History
Tha’ci’s Shadows was a group of former Jedi Shadows that operated during the New Sith Wars. Founded by Jedi Knight and Traveller Tha’ci, the Shadows were mainly tasked with rooting out and hunting down Dark Side Force users, including, but not restricted to, the Sith. Their main method of dealing with their targets was a special technique developed and taught by Tha’ci. It consisted of conjuring special flames to engulf the Dark Side user’s body and force out their soul and subsequently trap the soul within a crystal specifically crafted for this purpose.

While they were highly effective in their task, the Shadows’ unorthodox methods and their remarkable and growing power, led to great distrust from the Jedi High Council, who sought to restrict them. Tha’ci felt her fight was a crucial one, but she didn’t want to turn against the Jedi Order. She and most of her dedicated followers therefore decided to leave the Order on their on volition and aid it in secret.

Over the years, though, they saw their members dwindling, as more and more were killed in action. Even their high-end cloning facilities, developed by Tha’ci’s apprentice Vadi Cin to combat this problem, only barely kept the group from crumbling. Near the end of the New Sith Wars, a handful of the most powerful members of the Shadows confronted the Sith Lord Darth Bane on Dantooine. Despited their combined power, however, the Shadows were no match for Bane. All were killed, including Tha’ci, who only managed to evade permanent death by transferring her soul into a nearby crystal formation and hiding from her opponent.

It is unknown what happened to the remaining members of the group, but with the death of its most powerful members and its leader, the confrontation with Bane is considered to be the end of Tha’ci’s Shadows. Tha’ci, would resurface almost a millennium later, however, as she was awoken by the fugitive Jedi Knight Vhiran Ashukahwa and set out to aid in the battle against the newly founded Galactic Empire.

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Rise – A Haiku

The busy times are not over yet despite there being plenty of enjoyment to look forward to during these times, I find myself continuously stressed. A stress that comes with the heavy sighs, frustrated grunts, scattered pieces of mind and all other fun little bits that tend to accompany it. Part of it is the events and responsibilities piling up one after another, another is the tumultuous weather. However, I’m definitely not without blame, myself, giving in to distractions far more easily than is good for me. As a result, it’s my productivity, alongside my peace of mind, that has once more become the victim.

While I hoped to get a double Artist’s Tale installment out to compensate for its absence last week, I’m afraid I have to postpone it for a few days. Sunday should be doable. In the meanwhile, here’s a haiku on the current mental state of yours truly. May it shift again very, very soon!


Rise
Storms whirl viciously
As that great daunting mountain
Rises up once more

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Writing Update: Right On Schedule

It’s been a busy time lately and it continues to be up until right now. Birthdays (both celebrated and yet to be celebrated), visiting friends and family returning home from vacation have piled on top of the usual time and energy consuming responsibilities. Thankfully these are enjoyable additions to the pile, but unfortunately, writing has suffered a bit. The most obvious indicator for that is the missing installment of The Artist’s Tale last Friday, but in the background, writing progress has been dragging longer than that. Both Pwnage, my NaNoWriMo project of last year and first in line to be my first novel, and Frontline, the sequel to the Star Wars stories Order 66 and Between the Conclaves, have hardly seen any discernible movement forward. In addition, I’m running out of characters to feature in the Star Wars character profiles on Mondays. Expanding the current profiles is certainly an option, but steps clearly needs to be taken if another writing gap is to be avoided.

For that very reason I have developed a new writing schedule, which I will start following starting next week, when the busyness should have subsided somewhat. Three days in the week will be dedicated to posting here on the Archives. Monday and Friday will continue to feature Star Wars content and The Artist’s Tale respectively. Wednesday will be bringing an old favourite of mine that’s been catching dust for far too long: Project Realm! I’ve been working on new posts about the peoples of the Realm lately and I’m really stoked to bring this world back into the spotlight! On Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday will be writing days. Split into three set blocks per day, I will be working on the two aforementioned story projects, as well as prepare the upcoming blog posts, so that they’ll be ready to be posted in time. Sunday, finally, will be my weekly non-writing day, because even the most ardent writers need to take some distance and a bit of a break from writing every now and then. ^_^

Hopefully this will allow me come closer to finishing my stories and my novel, keep entertaining you all and finally get a solid writing routine going. Wish me luck on this latest daunting, but most certainly exciting endeavour!

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Character Profile: Giman Tanár

Profile Giman Tanar

Biography
Giman Tanár was a male Shi’ido who lived during the latter years of the Galactic Republic and the rise of the Galactic Empire. A shapeshifter, Tanár was among the few non-Humans to serve in Emperor Palpatine’s inner circle. Shortly after the end of the Clone Wars and the execution of Order 66, he was one of the people tasked with getting the captured Jedi Padawan Shamila to join the Empire and training her.

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Daily Writing Part 166. Story of Poems Part 100!

Random words of the day: Planet. Aluminium // Crab. Asylum // Press. Drinking

We’ve made it! Part 100 of The Artist’s Tale is a fact! When I started it, a long, long time ago, I did not know how long it would last. With some of the big writing gaps crashing right into my schedule, it seemed it might not have lasted at all! Thankfully, though, it did and it doesn’t seem to have any intention of going away anytime soon! I look back on what I’ve written so far with fondness, but I’m far from done!

Unfortunately, I haven’t been able to finish the current chapter in this part. I’ve certainly tried hard to do so, even got two additional random words for an extra stanza in order for that goal, but to no avail. While I could have kept adding words and stanzas, I think that would’ve probably gone on forever and I didn’t want to force things, even if it would’ve been nice to end the chapter here. Still, I have three whole stanzas for you, to celebrate the 100th part of this story of poems that, although frustrating to create at times, is still very dear to me! Please enjoy! ^_^


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’

The crowd’s thoughts then were turned away
From the intriguing sight
As small soldiers with big bushy beards
Stormed in with a blinding light

They turned right to the scorpions
And drew their forks with rage
“The Order of the Lentil, here?!”
“It’s time you got off-stage!”

The intent was unambiguous
But the scorpions were prepared
“No chance! We’ll take our warehouse back!”
They decisively declared

The planet then shook fiercely
As an aluminium hat
Was hurled right from the artist’s hand
And came down with a splat

A giant crab came crawling out
Followed by a floating eel
Like beasts from an Asylum flick
They both looked far from real

“Have you been drinking, bloody fools?!”
“Do you wish all of us doomed?!”
“More pressing matters are afoot!”
Their mighty voices boomed

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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: Kahbur Ashukahwa

Profile Kahbur Ashukahwa

Biography
Kahbur Ashukahwa was a male Zabrak who lived during the final years of the Galactic Republic and the rise of the Galactic Empire. When his sister, Jedi Knight Loria Ashukahwa, died in battle near the end of the Clone Wars, Kahbur looked after her Padawan Shamila for a while. Shortly after the execution of Order 66, he helped rescue and hide fugitive Jedi Knights Bultar Swan and Vhiran Ashukahwa from Imperial forces on Talus. Following this, he provided the Jedi with a ship and supplies to continue their journeys and convinced Vhiran to become Shamila’s new Jedi Master.

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Daily Writing Part 165. Story of Poems Part 99

Random words of the day: Warehouse. Ambiguous

Ah, is that, motivation I detect? It looks like we’ve finally found the reason the scorpions came here, from their land beyond the fog! Unless, of course, this is one of those side quests like those the main characters in so many RPG’s go on, delaying what’s supposed to be their insanely urgent mission for at least a few weeks. Whatever it is, a confrontation is imminent and I’m really eager to see how it will unfold!

This part was initially going to be a bit more dynamic. The scorpions were to actively prepare for the confrontation ahead, raising their tails or their claws and at one point I had them already jumping into the fray. Words like unambiguous, though, take away a lot of room to play around with. I’m not dissatisfied with the final result, but bringing the chapter to a conclusion in the next part has become quite a bit more difficult. Then again, wouldn’t the Big 100 be a wonderful opportunity for a double episode? Or perhaps even more? ^_^


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’

The crowd’s thoughts then were turned away
From the intriguing sight
As small soldiers with big bushy beards
Stormed in with a blinding light

They turned right to the scorpions
And drew their forks with rage
“The Order of the Lentil, here?!”
“It’s time you got off-stage!”

The intent was unambiguous
But the scorpions were prepared
“No chance! We’ll take our warehouse back!”
They decisively declared

warehousing


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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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.

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