Master Jonuss Rai has submitted the first in his series of Lessons From The Light, you can read more on this here.
Archive for March, 2012
So the competitions are still on. Participate, get shinies and stuff. These are the last Pillars competitions. Other house competitions are here too.
The Pillars of Menat
- Banners– details here
- Locales– details here
- A Call In The Dark– details here
- Operation: JungleBoy– details here
- Regular Competitions
- Trivia of Odan-Urr details here
- Odan-Urr Poetry details here
- War And Peace details here
No new fiction. Stay tuned.
It’s been a while since my last report, and there has been tons of new activity lately. We have also been dominating in the ACC. Also, Drodik has released the latest Pillars of Menat installment. I highly reccommend participating in Drodik’s new competitions. Also, for those of you that are Masters and Padawans (yes, that’s really what i’m referring to them as from now on.) I will be sending out the next Master/Student Reports out shortly, so keep an eye on your inboxes! If you haven’t replied to the last Master/Student Report, be sure to do it this time around, as all feedback is appreciated, it doesn’t have to be detailed at all.
Also, if you wish to have a more detailed view of the Mater/Student program and the Praxeum, be sure to check out my new wiki page:
http://wiki.darkjedibrotherhood.com/view/Masters_and_Padawans_of_House_Odan-Urr
Caleb Sal: Lightsaber Studies, Combat Tactics I, Hand-to-Hand Combat, Advanced Lightsaber Studies, Astronomy, Dark Maven of Combat, GMRG History, Leadership Studies, Leadership Fundamentals
Twiss: DBB Basics
Krandon: Advanced Lightsaber Studies
Revak: Leadership Fundamentals
Munala: DBB Basics, ACC Basics
Vladziu: Lightsaber Studies, Krath Core, ACC Basics
Drodik: GMRG History, Advanced Lightsaber Studies, Combat Tactics I, Test of Power, History of the Sith Empire III, Wiki Basics
Alexander DelGotto: Dark Maven of Combat
VanWyck: Dark Cross
Elleron Morakei: Crescent with Topaz Star, Dark Cross
Lelila: Crescent with Quartz Star
ScottXXV: 80 CoFs, 2 Pendants of Blood
Morotheri: 23 CoFs, Crescent with Sapphire Star, Crescent with Emerald Star x2, Steel Cross
Caleb Sal: Crescent with Emerald Star, Crescent with Topaz Star x2, LoS, Dark Cross
Alexander DelGotto: 4 CoFs, Scroll of Indoctrination
Revak: Dark Cross, Crescent with Sapphire Star
Kaira: Crescent with Emerald Star, Crescent with Topaz Star
Krandon: Crescent with Topaz Star, Dark Crossx2
Daniel Stephens: 5 CoFs
JScumm: 3 CoFs
Guinevere: LoS
OP Juda Kodiak Erinos vs. OT Guinevere Deschain (Victorious: OT Guinevere Deschain)
OT Mirado Pepoi L’eonheart vs. KPN Jonuss Rai (Victorious: KPN Jonuss Rai)
KPN Jonuss Rai vs. PRT Lelila (Victorious: KPN Jonuss Rai)
[TOR Speed Run] – Black Talon HM
[Pillars Of Menat] A Call In The Dark
Caleb Sal to PRT
Caleb Sal to GRD
Caleb Sal to JH
Revak to JH
Twiss to ACO
Munala Starwind to ACO
Vladziu to ACO
Vladziu to PRT
Zeon to DJK (WOOT!)
Lu’aisha Gresee to NOV
S/Revak Kur M/Guinevere Deschaine
S/Lelila M/Jonuss Rai
S/Alexander DelGotto M/Sa Ool
S/Zeon Blacktooth M/Kaira
S/Caleb Sal M/VanWyck
S/Lividius M/Drodik
S/Vladziu M/Krandon
S/Twiss M/Ji
S/Munala Starwind M/Destavol
Voden (From PLA)
Lu’aisha Gresee
Tl;Dr:
-New competitions
-M/S Reports
-New fiction
~Rollmaster Morotheri Mithfaron
Aedile Report #4- 3/8/2011
Iwu Gioki- Present Day
The wind whipped off the slopes of the Blue Mountains the evening as the Aedile from Odan arrived at the Gioki village of Nundushi. Evening was upon the face of Harakoa, cold was gripping these upper altitudes. The Nagai made his way through the small village made of brick and mortar thatched dwellings. THe smell from fires inside the hovels warmed the settlement air as best it could.
He finally arrived just outside the city, tread the stone steps leading to the enclave of the Optui Turico. The massive wooden doors creaked as they opened, a servant came leading Drodik through the monastery.
They walked past exquisite wooden architecture gilded and breathtaking. A great deluge of smoke from the incense filled the cavity of the chamber as Drodik entered the encirclement of seated Turicos.
The Turicos, Harakoan holy men; in their traditions they are the living lineage of the first people and the stewards for all Harakoans and the bearers of the sins of the past fathers. These twelve priests of the Turico caste sat deep in prayer. They sat upon a great circular stone carved floor directly above them the stars of the system were clear through the absence of a ceiling.
Drodik trod the circular enclosure surrounding the stone prayer circle, witnessing the ritual. He waited…
After a few hours the Nagai was finally summoned into the circle. He approached the central pit and as was instructed offered a sacrifice of twigs, a strip of cloth, and water from the river valley below. Upon adding the water the fire was extinguished.
The room became calm and quiet, darkness abated at the presence of the lunar celestial bodies overhead; their blue light shone down upon the room. As soon as the steam from the coals cleared a voice from the darkness echoed. The body of a Harakoan priest, nearly six feet tall approached. His old burgundy robes seemed black.
The Turico known as Thanata, came to the Aedile. He spoke in his native language whilst gesturing to a handful of dirt he was carrying. He turned his attention in great exaltation to the stars, pointing out their movements with his fingers. He touched his temple several times and bowed. He took a coal from the pit, laid it on the stone slab and spoke.
Crushing it with his heel into several glowing shards he then doused them with the handful of sand.
Drodik looked on.
Thanata Turico reached in and pulled out the extinguished coals with his hand.
In Giokese he said, “Darkness, will engulf the light; day into night, night into day. Protect your fire, protect your light into the coming sun.”
He blew the ash from his hand and sat to discuss an ancient evil.
House Shtuff:
Wiki Team Needed: Several of the Odan-Urr wiki pages need work so I’m calling for a team of volunteers to email the summit. What I ask for is that you have wiki know how (If not go take the wiki exam at the SA) and that you can see your work through to completion. Some pages just need an up to date refresher while others need all out from the ground up expansion. Here are the pages needing work:
House Odan-Urr Main Page: http://wiki.darkjedibrotherhood.com/view/House_Odan-Urr
House Odan-Urr Prospectus: http://wiki.darkjedibrotherhood.com/view/Odan-Urr_Prospectus
Kotahitanga-Unity Defense Force: http://wiki.darkjedibrotherhood.com/view/Kotahitanga-Unity_Defense_Force
Guardian Order: http://wiki.darkjedibrotherhood.com/view/Guardian_%28Jedi_Order%29
Consular Order: http://wiki.darkjedibrotherhood.com/view/Consular_%28Jedi_Order%29
Ji’s Lightsaber: http://wiki.darkjedibrotherhood.com/view/Ji%27s_Lightsaber
If you see any other house pages that need work go for it. The harder you guys work the more we can award you for your efforts J (Shinies and promos suckas!)
Competition Survey: I released a competition survey a few months ago which (thankfully) Protector Sal has uncovered. Your input is greatly appreciated as you get a say in which types of competitions get created. I think most of the Pillars comps were created from the limited response I got last time. Here’s the link, and voice up peeps: http://forums.darkjedibrotherhood.com/viewtopic.php?f=172&t=6495
Pillars Of Menat: The last installment of the Pillars Of Menat is out. With it come great changes in our house canon, I’ll release a brief overview of the major events this week but the main thing is for you all to think of your characters place during all of this. The Pillars story (sorry guys) really needed to deal more with developing the environment that our characters are impacted by in a linear story. The next story arc will probably be entirely character (you’s guys) driven as far as impacting the direction of the story; but you will as an individual have more of a role and presence. That last part I sorta flubbed with in Pillars for the sake of getting a story through to completion and ‘setting the framework’. Forgive me.
Anyh00t, Pillars 4 is out, get caught up and enjoy, my gift to you guys 😀
House Run-On: I didn’t see Ambitions coming, which makes our house run-on ill-timed. I’d rather your full attention go toward one run-on or the other so here are the options, we can do the two run-ons side by side or we can wait to do the house run-on after Ambitions is over. I’ll await feedback from you guys till we get a general opinion ok. Any other suggestions I’m all ears.
Competitions: There are several competitions out there for everyone to participate in. These are a great way to play with your character, propel the story of their time on New Tython, show that you’re an active and engaged member, as well as just have fun. Do them so we can reward you, because we like to award you guys.
The Adios:
Have a great weekend and spring break everyone. Here’s one of my paintings:
http://s882.photobucket.com/albums/ac23/EvanEstrada/?action=view¤t=Echos.jpg
Ooroo Abbey- Meeting Chamber- Two Weeks Ago
The sun peaked over the horizon whilst a group of black clothed individuals sat across from the five surviving Council members Adrianus, Whenua, Jantine, Matiu, and Kiri. The loyalists of Cy, now christened the Peoples New Dawn had since appointed representatives. Those individuals now sat confident in their black uniforms, a yellow cord wrapped around their shoulders.
Outside, the incessant rumble of a thousand voices reverberated into the Council chambers. Citizens from all over Menat Ombo now crowded the perimeter of the Abbey banding in protest of the uniformed individuals. A week had passed since the bombing at Ooroo Abbey allowing a dull tasteless calm to hang over the mourning city. Mounds of dirt populated a forlorn field outside of the city limit; within were the mangled remains of victims respectively laid to rest. The forty-nine mounds added to the already innumerable bodies of those who lost their lives since the Jedi first occupied New Tython. How many souls had perished since then; in the diseases, the Tythonian-Harakoan atrocities, Jedi War, and now civil unrest gripped New Tython like never before in known history.
“We and the people we represent will not be made the scapegoats of this attack.” The man said.
“This is a pathetic move by this administration to claim that our organization carried out such an attack.” He continued as he pointed his finger at the council. “You fools have been deceived! Your claims would be more appropriate to accuse the Jedi of manipulating this attack into controlling you! You have no evidence or witnesses to even begin to make such claims against the New Dawn in the first place”
New Dawn; the name carried an odd amount of weight in the ears of the council. Not only had the civil unrest torn apart Menat Ombo further but now a runaway movement: The Tythonian Peoples New Dawn.
“Mr. Miliet, your organization agreed to meet with us. While you are not under arrest we understood you would enter dialogue with this council.”
Ozan nodded in indignation “Very well.”
“Name, age, and position.” Jantine asked
The gruff albeit youthful voice spoke first, “Ozan Miliet, 28; Position undisclosed”
The two officers accompanying him refused the same request.
“They are of no importance, merely security I assure you.”
Adrianus began,
“Can you disclose to us the whereabouts of Cy Thuron?”
Ozan laughed in his chair before standing
“Were we not under the pretense that there would be peace talks here today Mr. Miliet?” Jantine asked. The man paused and exchanged a whisper in his colleagues’ ear before returning his penetrative gaze.
“We are to deliver this,” he said as he handed the council a document. “I apologize Council members, but I fear I am wasting all of our time. Our orders are clear, there will be no peace talks; especially with a Jedi backed regime such as this” Ozan looked on at his confused audience.
He rubbed his grizzled chin before strutting about the room.
“The Tythonian people have no home beside this planet. Your Mon Calamari allies and Harakoan natives may return to their places of origin, but the diaspora of our people from our homeworld’s has left us wandering nomads and furthermore depicted as animals as we seek to carve a home for ourselves on this planet. In essence, you shall have your peace, council, as a by-product of our independence.”
The Council stood from their chairs as Ozan and the two officers backed up toward the door.
Ozan concluded, “In three days hence our organization has planned for the exodus of all supporters of The New Dawn. We shall vacate the city limits peacefully; that I guarantee, and settle in an unpopulated region north of the Sabina Basin.”
Halls Of the Watchmen- Ji’s Quarters- 2 Days Later
A thick sweet yet rancid odor hovered throughout the mortally wounded Quaestors quarters. Dim yellow lights barely illuminated the chamber adding to the nausea induced by both the smells and the humidity from the ammonia gas being pumped into the space.
The Quaestor rested on his backside next to the window. His view was spectacular this evening; the celestial bodies Ish and Kalfu rested gently against the dimming purple light from Yhi. Distant stars of the twilight poked through the atmosphere of Harakoa breathing a beauty unparalleled on other Brotherhood worlds.
Two Shaman from the Takuta Tama-nui-te-ra knelt beside the injured Gand tending to his wounds. Another Shaman divined in the center of the room, he cast himself onto the floor performing exotic rituals and offering prayer and steadfast energy to the upper cosmological realms.
Ji spoke quietly to the Takuta Shamans commander Protector Caleb Sal informing him of the last orders he would give him; the Chiss listened intently before acting.
When Ji had finished speaking Caleb rose to his feet and affixed the breathing apparatus to his Quaestors body. He then approached a control panel opening the windows and venting the chamber. The Takuta Shaman upon seeing this backed away from the bedside and prostrated themselves to the floor in deep prayer.
Caleb left the room momentarily.
The sound from the apparatus reverberated off the walls filling the space between the undertones of Harakoan prayer while a breeze picked up cooling off the Gands heated body. The crusty yellow linen beneath him had become soiled from the substances leaking from within his exoskeleton.
Beaten and tired, the Gands thoughts drifted to days gone by: Of his youth, the old Jedi Order, the founding of Menat… and finally the bombing of Ooroo Abbey…….
~~The Abbey was filled to capacity; Gideon the peacemaker stood speaking at the nave, and the Menat Council before him. The figure in the archway…it ran forward bypassing security. The blast tore through the chamber just as he had thrown himself between the peacemaker and the council. Power erupted from his palms as he let out a circumferential current of force energy throwing Gideon and the Council~~
Ji’s own palms now rested gently on his exposed body cavity. Oxygen had now intermingled with his organs, death was moments away, and he knew it. The week had been spent with every Shaman, and Jedi proficient in the healing arts, but to no avail.
His gaze shifted out the window once again to the view of the setting star and the moons above it.
“Master Ji,” a calm voice pierced the silence.
The Nagai Aedile approached the fading Gand.
He could see the intense damage and could sense somehow the life-force within the body dimming.
Ji nodded his head and pointed outside of the window. A group of Odanites : Revak, Morotheri, Kaira, and Vanwyck, Krandon, Lelila, and Guinevere, had followed Caleb and Drodik to the Quaestors chamber.
Everyone knew what was happening, no one who was present could say they didn’t.
“Quaestor Va’lence…” said the voice through the vocoder as he motioned the Nagai approach. “You’ve brought the Disciples of Urr?” his speech was becoming strained. The body seized for brief seconds while Ji stoically maintained composure.
He then spoke to the Disciples:
“Be not afraid…” he coughed, “the balance, between light…and dark, is nil; an illusion. The force is supreme…in its entirety. Light, dark, there are…..no such things.”
His body seized again in its last throes, the Oxygen in his ammonia based organs was poison.
“There is no divide, not between light…or dark, nor is there in life…and death.” He struggled to get the words out. “I will go, and so shall you all, but truly dead, we will never be….” His voice was trailing.
“Master Drodik, lead the Urrians in days to pass.”
At last the Jedi Master named Ji had his breathing apparatus removed and thus spoke the words of his homeworld.
His head then bowed and the motionless body faded into the twilight while the Takuta Tama-nui-te-ra shaman scattered flower petals out the window into the radiant setting sun.
The Steps Outside Ooroo Abbey- Hours Later
The dark of the night abated at the luminous presence from the bustling activity in the early hours of the following morning. Steady streams of Menat Ombo citizens allying with the New Dawn flowed into the main commons filling the avenue in front of the Abbey. Just as Cy’s lieutenant Ozan Miliet had warned, the exodus had come to fruition.
These were the intolerant souls, the minds melded by hatred and arrogance fueled by matters inconsequential in stark reality. Though most were obscured in pockets of darkness, their true numbers were revealing themselves as the night continued its retreat. Manual and turbo-lift carts bore the burden of these peoples belongings, their future and destiny.
The line in the sand; a threshold boldly crossed.
Behind the activity, seated atop the highest steps of the Abbey grounds the Menat Council sat overlooking the exodus. “These, your people had made outright separation with you. Such treachery is intolerable!” Whenua exclaimed.
“That is true Councilor, this secession bears its own weight of legal violations.” Said the Tythonian Jantine.
The other two Harakoan councilors grimaced as they watched the sight of people, their trail departing out of the avenue. “The people have every right to break from this government; that much is certain. Incredibly the only verifiable law-breakers are Cy and the ridiculous thugs he employed.” Matiu said.
Adrianus stood from the step and faced his allies, “The Jedi have reported the scouts from KUDF have scouted out the Sabina river basin in advance of this movement, we shall learn more from the Jedi soon. If the reports from KUDF are true, Cy is amassing ground forces…this is civil war…”
His fists clenched a moment before continuing, “In all consideration, these people are leaving while not bearing arms now they WILL, that I guarantee.” He said pointing behind him.
“We should declare martial law and put an end to this before it contin—“ Adrianus ceased his speaking at the sight of the approaching Jedi’s Drodik, Morotheri, and Kaira.
“-And use our military against these townspeople Councilor?” the Nagai questioned rhetorically.
“These are civilians with little training than what they received during the Brotherhood invasion, Kotahitanga-Unity Defense is no tool of an oppressive arm.” Said the Miraluka Rollmaster.
Adrianus nodded, “Forgive my haste Master Jedi.”
A blue and purple haze began to illuminate the uppermost crest of the central mountains.
The Jedi approached the group solemnly before Kiri spoke, “Master Ji, he is gone from this world now, is he not? We could hear the Takuta madrigals of mourning.”
The Jedi nodded.
“The days which lay before us,” Drodik began, “are long and without ease; equally so are the struggles we must face.. Menat Ombo is a delicate creature, I urge you to allow this limb to separate so as to protect the body. Peace will come to the wounded city, but vigilance is needed until the character of this infection presents itself Councilors.”
The Nagai crossed his arms and departed with the other Jedi.
Alone again, the Council watched the moving crowd.
“Martens post, it must be filled within the next month.” Matiu said.
“The people, human and Harakoans favor Gideon, they call for his leadership; this election will be nominal.” Jantine interjected. “He is the voice of the people, his influence will be invaluable to this administration.” She said as she sat beside the other seated Councilors.
They continued to watch the exodus on into the brightening sky. The people were ardent in their goals. Women, children, old and young, all marched on. Meanwhile overhead, the star Yhi’s first sunbeams shot over the crest of the distant pale blue-purple skies paving the way as the collective inhabitants of New Tython headed into the New Dawn.
Epilogue- Datapad Entry- ???
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~~A video Plays~~
Dense foliage choked the surrounding topography, coupled with a deluge of rainwater from the canopy above making the trek through the brush increasingly dangerous. The journeying hikers, one brown cloaked figure flanked by two armed escorts cut through the thick vines and branches. The cloaked man feverishly pushed forward, his pace had surpassed that of the men at his flank.
“I can see it sir!” said one of the men. He held out his outstretched index finger toward several stone monoliths. Upon a ridge barely visible stood the upper most tops of seven stone pillars on the mountainside; the jungle had nearly buried them entirely.
~~Static….~~
“It’s been twelve days, he won’t eat or sleep. Only reads that brown book.” someones voice could be heard saying.
The video panned over their small encampment before focusing on the jungle temple itself. The team looked down a grand triangular stone hallway; the walls bore strange hieroglyphics of figures resembling ancient Harakoans except their nasal crests were much smaller and less apparent than present day.
The brown cloaked figure was then spotted rubbing his fingertips over the glyphs with the book in tandem. The company remained silent as they observed the madman whispering in tongues. “What is this place?” the same voice asked.
The woman in the group approached one of the walls and cast her torch upwards against the wall. A frieze of figures presented itself.
“This temple is ancient! How long has it been here?” she asked in great zeal.
The hermit cast his attention toward the group with great disdain.
“Silence!” he commanded in a hushed tone.
“What is this place sir?”
He departed from their presence seemingly ignoring the question.
The group continued to study the frieze, a great figure of a different race stood over a mass of ancient Harakoans, behind him were similar figures domineering over the population. In one panel the central figures arms stretched out over the people, they were knelt below him in fear. Another panel showed the same people organized encircling the figure, their arms raised in praise
~~Static~~
A strange red glow from the lights set into the stone floors barely illuminated the glyph-filled walls. The air was musky and stale from the millennia of calm. The team approached the end of a dark hallway, at the end they came to a bright orange-lit spiraling staircase.
The mad hermit led the way down.
“I have a bad feeling about this.” The woman was heard saying.
Along the way more hieroglyphs told the story of the ancient people from creation to the time of the great figure, in it the ancient Harakoan mystics were depicted in various panels performing rituals, healing the sick, and wielding ‘magic’ on their environments. The last of the panels in the staircase showed the rise of the domineering figure leading the ancient Harakoans into battle; a great power arced from his hand.
“We are here…” said Cy
The group emerged from the staircase into a massive keep. Seven colossal stone pillars, the same as witnessed from the mountainside stretched down finding their foundations in the stone floor of the chamber. Light was scarce, the only bit came from the small torches lining the walls; darkness had otherwise obscured the distant walls and pitch-black ceiling.
He led the group forward into the avenue lining the stretch of brick and stone pillars. At the end the group observed a small circular pool about 9 feet across filled with black brackish water; directly behind it a set of thrones awaited. Cy became immediately drawn, saying,
“This is the seat of power. Harakoan kings and queens ruled from here long ago, their court mystic’s practitioners of a powerfully dark and esoteric knowledge.”
“The force?” someone asked,
Immediately an eerie electricity in the air brought chills to the group now encircling the water. Cy plunged his legs into the thigh-high black water and waded toward the center. He held his palms just millimeters from the surface, a crackle of blue electricity radiated from his palms.
Fear filled their hearts!
The hermit began to mumble incoherently whilst his pupils retreated revealing the yellowish whites of his eyes. The thunder of immense energy began to swirl yielding a drone which filled the massive cavity of the keep. Cy’s harrowing voice grew louder in incomprehensible syllables whilst the group members witnessed him raise his arms revealing an alizarin glow from the floor of the pool below him.
Flashes erupted from behind the group who turned around. The video flashed as the holder spun around to see the origin of the beam. Four black cloaked figures with faces obscured by thick black masks approached the pool. Fear in the moment reached a fever pitch when one of the team members grabbed at their necks unable to breathe. They watched their own body lift off of the stone floor and drift over the black pool. The splashed as they fell into the glowing water and into Cy’s grasp.
The video became erratic while the other teammate made a mad sprint toward the staircase. In between strides glances of the dark ritual were seen from behind. A sudden loud scream erupted from behind causing the runner to stop and look back only to witness the final moments of her teammate.
At the end of the avenue in the black pool surrounded by the dark figures, Cy reached up to the alizarin ball of energy above him channeling his own energy. The mad hermit using his other hand reached into the haggard robes withdrawing a jagged blade and slowly brandished it over his head whilst mouthing a chant in an unknown language.
At last the knife began its trek towards the mortified sacrifice.
House Odan-Urr 