BreathTaker

Looks like Kalin will have his work cut out for him. Patar, I'm about to read your message. Also can we get a description of Ventrus cuz I just pictured Vader inadvertently but it felt wrong.

I like it. PM me and we'll talk deets

*throws obscene horse gesture at crew before jumping into stormy waters after a flippin apple*

Sorry I haven't been posting lately. My giy is making his way south towards Riften so my next post will be of him on the southern side of the mountains, in the Rift.

BB, do you want one of the other Mandos to find you and help you? Also, I think we should start a Mandalorian clan on the Shard

I'm comfused... What do you mean what kind of questions?

I agree whole heartedly. I love both those stations but can't stand the morning shows. The country station used to have a pretty decent show but I don't know anymore.

Skallgrim has a discussion about how his favorite fantasy weapon is a Shardblade. And he's like crazy critical of weapons.

Starting Revenge of the Dwarves by Markus Heitz....NOW! Bye guys

I understand. Even when I was heavily smoking I hated the smell on other people even on myself. If I smoke I wash my hands vigorously and try to air out my clothes.

Yeah I wouldn't do it in an elevator anyways... Unless I was alone so I could walk out like a rockstar with a portable fog machine. I prefer to be a BreathTaker in a different sense. If I'm smoking I'm way away from people. If I'm walking around smoking and a kid walks by I hold my breath and put the cigarette way up high so the smoke doesn't hit him.

Meep... In my defense... I only use it out doors or in my own house. I smoke and "vape" (I hate that term its so storming pretentious) but if I'm inside a public place I believe it's rude. Even out doors I still try to avoid doing it when I'm in a group. On the other hand, if I walk away politely to get my nicotene fix, for the love of God don't walk near me and start bitching. I walked away to not be around people so I don't bother them so don't bother me. I know it's unhealthy I know there's probably some unknown form of badness it'll give me but please... Let me do my own thing. When I was only smoking I was smoking at least a pack a day, now I almost soley use my ecig and smoke when I'm drinking. I don't stink anymore, my vapor smells like dragonfruit and pomegranate instead of smoke and I'm a generally pleasant person to be around when I have obscene amounts of caffein and nicotene in my system... Not so much when I dont. /end defensive rant. I get what you guys are saying though, the chulls that do it when theres a lot of people around for the sole purpose of bothering them need punched in the squibblies. I love the huge clouds, I feel like a fog machine but please, take it outside.

I own the MAG but no one to play it in Tucson. I've extensively played Skyrim/Oblivion/Morrowind and Fallout 3, New Vegas and 4 basically if Bethesda releases it I'll give it a go. I just finished the Automatron story last night, it's about three hours of game time but the additions to the game are amazing. Right now my main has almost 20 sets of Power Armor. Is lvl 64/5 and he's basically unstoppable in his X-01 mk.3 jet packed shark painted armor. Out of it... Well he's a smidge squishy. Oh yeah and I play WoW

I like it. I won't up vote but I like it

Amon Amarth radio on raphsody.

In the middle of them instead of stepping away from them like a decent human right? I smoke but that annoys the hell out of me as well.

So if they are responsible for coruscant do the ship destroy the atmosphere instead of just blowing up a planet? That would make more sense as well as ne WAY scarrier.

Hey Patar. Do you want Kalin and Rook to know each other? Could you give some more info on his mandalorian-ness? I found a Mandalorian dictionary the other day and used that a lot in my character build. Also, is every one going to make a council member? And I would like someone to play as Joral's Sentinel Master when we have our "parent teacher conference"

The Unfamous Paul by The Tossers

Not having caffein. Thats the biggest pet oeeve because then everything turns into a pet peeve

I hope not... I'm pretty evil as it is

Utensil biting Mouth noises When I sign up for a website and BreathTaker is taken!!!!! Who keeps doing this?!?!?!?!

A group of eight young jedi padawan lounged easily around a large training room high up in the New Jedi Temple. The room, which looked out over the city, had polished wooden floors and walls covered in ancient banners, bones of extinct predators and primitive, but effecitent, weaponry. Swords, axes and hammers all lined racks around the room. This group of jedi were training to be sentinels and were required to train in all forms of combat, subterfuge and spycraft. The current group of active sentinels was much smaller now days than they had been in previous centuries but they were expanding and helping the New Order keeps tabs across the galaxy. These padawan would not be granted the honor of operating in the field for some time, not until they could be trusted to handle themselves and any situation that might come up. That was why they were in the training room now, to learn how to handle themselves without using the force externally. After the group had had time to socialize and relax a bit, the door on the far end of the chamber slid open to admit their trainer, “Stand at attention younglings!” Shouted the man. “We are not younglings, Mando, we are padawan learner and have earned the right to referred to as such.” Retorted the oldest of the group, a Kiffar named Jolan. The mando in question was a man named Kalin Dor, a madalorian warrior employed by the jedi to aid the sentinels in their duties. He also trained the padawan in his craft. “In my eyes you are but children. Until you can pose a challenge to me in single combat, you will not be considered a padawan. Is that clear, youngling?” Jolan scoffed. Kalin was a large man, standing six feet tall and heavily muscled he was almost as intimidating out of armor as he was in it. Today he was out of his armor, instead he wore a leather vest and loose fitting pants. His long hair was braided back and tied with bones and a leather cord. As the other seven young jedi jumped to stand at attention, the Kiffar took his time. Languidly standing from his seat and adopting a relaxed pose instead of the rigid, discipled one that Kalin demanded. “It seems you are the first volunteer for today, my Kiffu friend. Come stand in the center of the room and show me what you’ve got than makes you so confident.” Jolan approached the Kalin, who was standing with his hands clasped behind his back, his piercing blue eyes studying the boy; with an overly confident stride. “Attack me, hold nothing back but do not use the force. The purpose of this training is to condition you not to use it instinctively.” Jolan lunged at Kalin as he was speaking, expecting to take him by surprise. He threw a heavy punch at the mandalorians head, which Kalin dodged with ease, not even missing a beat in his speech. The Kiffar fell past his trainer, catching himself before he fell on his face and attacked from behind. Again, the seasoned warrior dodged the untrained assault, this time side stepping out of Jolan’s flight path. Again, the padawan missed his mark. “Fight back coward!” The aggravated youth yelled. For a brief instant Kalin’s eyes lit with a burning fire but only for a moment, he was not going to be instigated by a punk. “Very well, on your next attempt I shall strike back.” The boy lunged again and as promised Kalin did not move. He simply grabbed Jolan’s fist, spun the boy around and kicked him lightly in the back of the knees, dropping him. The mando planted his soft leather boot on the youth’s back and pushed him over. “Focus! You rely too much on your force abilities and not enough on physical strength and conditioning. That will get you killed faster than falling in a sarlacc pit!” Seemingly humbled, Jorlan stood and faced the older warrior. “Forgive me Master Dor, you are correct of course. I should listen to you better.” Kalin nodded, “I know.” This time the padawan focused and sent a force push at the instructor. The mando spun out of the way just in time, causing the window behind him to shatter, he reached Joral and grabbed him by the throat easily lifting him from the ground and bringing him to eye level. “If you ever try something like that again, I will expel you from the temple the Mandalorian way. Through the window you just destroyed.” Kalin growled, his deep blue eyes piercing Joral’s, “You will NOT use force powers while in this room. Is that understood?!” The entire class nodded as he dropped his prey and walked away. “Get back in the line. You and I will speak later with your master present. Now, who here knows how to listen to orders and actually wants to be granted the title of Sentinel? You, come to the center and square to me. What is your name?” “Na’an, master.” Said a young twi’lek meekly. “Good, Na’an, I want you to focus your strength and punch at me center mass.” The lesson continued in the same manner for almost three hours, each student getting the chance to face off with Kalin before being paired off with another student to practice what they had learned. At the end of the session, Kalin stood from drinking his tea and announced to the class, “Gar shuk meh kyrayk, go now and rest. I expect to see you here next week to continue your training.” As the the class left the trainer grabbed Joral by the shoulder, “Stay a while, I wish to speak with you.” ...

I pictured Riddick in Crematoria just now... "I'll kill you with this tea cup" I like that idea though. I want him to also have a set of lighter armor as well, similar to that of the AR500 brand armor that's being made this year. Still much more coverage than Boba's but not quite as heavy as his main set which is, let's be honest, basically a Madno-ized set of T-51 power armor. I forgot to put in there last night that his gauntlets have ridges on the knuckles and a small computer to interact with his ship and speeder as well as his recon droids. It's located on the inside of his left forearm with a flip up door panel. Oh yeah, and he has a few recon droids and a pair of heavily modified "Satellite Droids" that hover over him for support fire if he's on a hardcore assault mission. I'm going to write up a training scene between him and a group of younger sentinels. He's gonna be training them in hand to hand combat. He pushes them hard but teaches them well. EDIT!: Read the post. I added a tea drinking bit haha. Also go and translate "Gar shuk meh kyrayc." You'll love it.

Hmmm... I was thinking he could use his lycanthropy for a bit before finding a cure. We can totally meet up though. Also, do you uave the ring right now? If you do I can alter the post so that I dont.