Phew! First set done! So these are based on the Mystaran Zodîac, or at least my DM’s version. I have plans for more, that incorporate our characters and their archetypes, as well as things and people we’ve happened upon. When will they get done? Someone with better fortune telling skills than I will have to answer that.
The bells rang out over the Imperial palace, hard, sharp and
thunderous, spurring the members of the Imperial Sith guard into action.
Men in black and red scrambled through the different courtyards,
assembling into their units before they marched into the central area
that lead to the main gate. They formed perfectly regimented squares of
bloody red as their leader, Lord Maul, rode through the main line down
“Men!” Maul shouted, his horse rearing up on his hind legs at
his deft command of the steed. “Today we ride out for the north and the
east! Those treacherous Jedi refuse to stay buried and it is your job to
put them back into the ground where they belong! And know this, the
name of the man who finds Anakin Skywalker will be brought to the
personal attention of the Emperor. As will the body of the man who lets
him get away!”
The assembled guards let out a cheer before Maul dismissed them
to their tasks and wheeled his horse around to thunder through the open
gate, his yellow eyes gleaming at the thought of besting Skywalker and
finally earning his master’s approval. His blade hummed at his side,
thirsty for the traitor’s blood, and the Sith allowed himself a cruel,
sharp grin of anticipation as he rode out through the city.
Soon you will be mine, Skywalker. And I shall take great
pleasure in destroying you and ensuring that I am the Emperor’s truest
All in all, the Sith Guard sent out at least half of their
manpower in the last direction Skywalker and the Horned Mouse had been
The city itself was abuzz with the news that a criminal had
escaped from the Black Hole and there were many in the lower quarters
who quietly cheered for their renegade daughter when the rumors reached
the Old Town and River districts, where the majority of the poor,
desperate and marginalized thick-bloods lived.
“Can you believe it? A thick-blood defying that bastard like that?”
“She must be so brave!”
“I heard she was wrongly accused!”
“I heard that it was one of Plo’s orphans. The one he was so proud of until she took to thieving.”
“A girl’s gotta make a living somehow. Better than whoring.”
“I wonder what Old Man Plo thinks?”
The old man in question was worried when one of his boys
scampered into his orphanage with the news. “Father Plo! Father Plo!
Sir! They say Ahsoka escaped from the Black Hole and she’s on the run up
Plo Koon, a thick-blooded Kel Dor from the lands beyond Shili
frowned from his work table at the bright and hopeful faces of two of
his charges, Wolffe Fett and a younger boy by the name of Caleb Dume.
They both beamed up at their adopted father with eyes shining in
excitement. “Ahsoka’s alive, Father!”
One of the most famous and magnificent buildings in ancient Argos was the sanctuary of the wolf god, Apollo Lykios. It was for this reason that the people of Argos chose the wolf as an emblem for their coinage, an instantly recognizable symbol of the great city.
This coin is a silver triobol struck in Argos circa 270-260/50 BC. The obverse is the forepart of a wolf with a Θ above its neck. The reverse has a large A, a monogram to the upper right and an eagle standing on a harpe below, all within an incuse square. The harpe was a type of sword or sickle; a sword with a sickle protrusion along one edge near the tip of the blade. The harpe is mentioned in Greek and Roman sources, and almost always in mythological contexts.
Next time you play a game. Plug headphones in. Take a second and listen intently to all the sound effects as they happen. Turn them up.
The distant eagle cry. The footsteps on various surfaces. That fireball you just cast. The sword unsheathing. The horse whinny. The voice actors grunts, pants and cries as they die. The tension as you draw back your bow.