Velok Brokentusk
A simple fortuneteller
OOC/ If you've played Valheim, you already get the idea. In that game, you hunt bosses, take trophies from them, and gain a unique power from each one. I've done some RP on the premise that the Veloks can make that happen.
This is basically a version of the fortune-telling thread, where each visitor gets a quick exchange and winds you with a unique Force blessing/talent/curse/quirk/affinity/power based on the kill they bring. As with the last thread, I'll handle each visitor in a separate instance/timeline unless otherwise requested. As with the last thread, I'll use AI-generated art to flesh things out tastily.
IC/
TASH-TARAL—
—one of the few ancient Sith worlds not currently under the thumb of those who would erase its heritage. Dozens of varieties of Sithspawn stalked the desert ruins. To Velok's eye, Tash-Taral was much like Korriban, just...purer, before a hundred invasions and purges and such. Pure but also very quiet. The place made Mos Espa look like a bustling metropolis.
"Dark side Jakku," he chuckled under his breath to nobody in particular.
He'd set up his fortune-telling stall in a threadbare little spaceport. Tonight his sign read:
A cauldron bubbled behind the stall. Acrid green steam blurred the stars overhead. Fresh blood marked the stall's warped counter. Velok sharpened a gigantic knife with a whetstone of Svolten rhyolite.
This is basically a version of the fortune-telling thread, where each visitor gets a quick exchange and winds you with a unique Force blessing/talent/curse/quirk/affinity/power based on the kill they bring. As with the last thread, I'll handle each visitor in a separate instance/timeline unless otherwise requested. As with the last thread, I'll use AI-generated art to flesh things out tastily.
IC/
TASH-TARAL—
—one of the few ancient Sith worlds not currently under the thumb of those who would erase its heritage. Dozens of varieties of Sithspawn stalked the desert ruins. To Velok's eye, Tash-Taral was much like Korriban, just...purer, before a hundred invasions and purges and such. Pure but also very quiet. The place made Mos Espa look like a bustling metropolis.
"Dark side Jakku," he chuckled under his breath to nobody in particular.
He'd set up his fortune-telling stall in a threadbare little spaceport. Tonight his sign read:
BRING YOUR KILLS AND GAIN THEIR STRENGTH
100 UNDERWORLD CREDITS PAY WHAT YOU CAN
ALL BLESSINGS AND CONCOCTIONS FINAL
NO REFUNDS
ALL BLESSINGS AND CONCOCTIONS FINAL
NO REFUNDS
A cauldron bubbled behind the stall. Acrid green steam blurred the stars overhead. Fresh blood marked the stall's warped counter. Velok sharpened a gigantic knife with a whetstone of Svolten rhyolite.
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