Anarya Drast
Child of the Luka Sene
As Anarya started to reply to [member="Ki'an Karr"], her commlink went off. Two people. One, an unknown. Two, someone who, if they could be there, would be an immense help. Responding first to [member="Qun Vell"]. "Padawan Drast here. If you can, come to the Main hall. We're reading for the onslaught here, and all help is appreciated." Then, she switched channels to [member="Tracyn Seren"]. "Drast here, Traycn. If you can, I could use support in the Main Hall." And as she waited for replies, she turned to the Kel Dor.
"Thank you. Ok, Ki'an, Lupe, Tugoro? Untill someone else comes, we need to hold here. If we can keep them occupied..." She seemed to stumble as the room spun. She could see an overwhelming darkness, an almost deadly evil filling the ground outside the room. Falling to her knees, she shut her eyes. Focus. I need to focus.....
[member="Lupe Baracka"] [member="Tugoro Taidarious"]
"Thank you. Ok, Ki'an, Lupe, Tugoro? Untill someone else comes, we need to hold here. If we can keep them occupied..." She seemed to stumble as the room spun. She could see an overwhelming darkness, an almost deadly evil filling the ground outside the room. Falling to her knees, she shut her eyes. Focus. I need to focus.....
[member="Lupe Baracka"] [member="Tugoro Taidarious"]