A massive cataclysm has struck the universe, and destroyed most everything in its wake. The survivors are now trying to pick up the pieces, and figure out exactly what has befallen them. Gather together, lightsiders!! The darkness has shattered the peace and calm of the galaxy...and they will do anything to stop anyone from finding out exactly what has been done! This is our first sitewide RP plotline. Lightsiders, you are looking for the source of this massive event. Clues must be found, lackeys tracked down, and bits of memory discovered. Darksiders, you guys don't want that to happen....because of the one behind the whole thing is furthering his ultimate goal. Mandalorians, and non-force users, you guys can decide where you stand on this line....do you side with the Jedi, and try to discover the reasons behind the ruined universe, or will you side with the darkness, and protect those secrets. Will the secret of the cataclysmic reaping be kept under wraps? Or will the Jedi and their allies find out the truth? Your RP and writing will decide the outcome!
BATTLE ARENA
Welcome to The Saga Continues. We have a section called the Battle Arena. Here you can use your characters to fight other characters. Hone your skills and see what you are made of. Don't worry, anything that happens here, does not effect your characters in posts, so if your character dies, you can still use them over and over. Have fun and check it out!
The Saga Continues is the product of the mind of ADMIN ADI; all contents are copyright their original owners. All characters belong to their original creators, and may not be used or replicated without permission. All images are copyright their original owners. This skin Operation Mindcrime was made by pharaoh leap of Pixel Perfect and put together by ADMIN KRYSTAL
The duelists find themselves lost in the planet world of Raxus Prime. The arena is a basic junkyard portion of the planet, surrounded by mountains of garbage on all sides. The opponents will fight in a flat bit of ground between numerous surrounding junk mounds, with ample detritus available for use as a makeshift weapon, should the combatants so choose.
Combatants, should you have any questions, your assigned judges are Alkor Centaris and @chroniclercato . Good luck, and may the best duelist win!
After the smoke sesh with AkriZik in the last round of the tournament, Adi had grabbed the tournament transport. At the beginning of the ride, he had tossed earbuds in, and had been tapping his foot to a really fun song by a guy he really didnt know. It was, however, something to take his mind off what was really bothering him. This is how he had spent the ride to Raxus Prime. Wait...Raxus-frickin-Prime??? AGAIN????
At least it wasnt a travel agent's fault this time.
Stepping out of the transport, Adi was carrying no weapons, and wearing no armor. For some odd reason, it was as if there were a ton of ysalimari in the area as well, because Matango could not feel the touch of the force. It was odd, to be sure, but not unheard of. He took a stroll among the debris and destruction all around him. One of the only things with him, besides his almost never-ending stash of endorian endo *and papers to roll it*, was a rather large bottle of Corellian Ale. It mattered little if anyone was here to fight the Arkanian, he was determined -not- to have to do so. Hopefully, whoever showed up to this shindig was of the same mindset.
After a few minutes of walking, Adieumus decided it was time to spark up some of the Endorian he had brought with him. Looking around, he spotted the cockpit of a broken light freighter. It was strangely similar to the Wayward Son, but there were enough differences to the destroyed cockpit to tell the former Jedi that it was not the ship his friends were currently off gallyvanting around the universe in. The seats, although dusty as all hell, were still there. Brushing one off, Adi plopped down, and took a chug off the bottle. He then proceeded to pull out the bag of green herb, sprinkled a bit in a paper, rolled it up, and gave it a lick. Finishing the sealing-up process, he reached into the same pocket, and pulled out the lighter that was never off his person. With a single flick, it came to life, burning the end of the doobie that was now hanging out of his mouth.
If someone -was- here to kill him, at least Adieumus Matango would be too medicated to even feel it. If he was gonna go out, he was gonna go out on his terms, no one else's. It remained to be seen as to how, or when.
