Recent content by Kusla Malsonike

OBJECTIVE The Witches of N'orlannia and their bargain Kusla’s voice dropped an octave, cold and calm. “My father... recently turned to dust. I personally saw to it.” He casually showed the handle of one of his pistols. Mercla’s crew instantly rose to their feet. The rest of the room...

OBJECTIVE The Witches of N'orlannia and their bargain Kusla. Alive. Watching. Mercla was dead. Or so he had believed. But there he stood, breathing, singing, grinning like the devil in a beskar jacket. The song ended to thunderous applause. Mercla bowed with theatrical flair and slipped...

OBJECTIVE The Witches of N'orlannia and their bargain The sign hanging above the door was almost mocking in its bold, glowing letters: KARAOKE NIGHT Inside, the cantina was alive with drink and song. Alderannian ale flowed like nostalgia, and at the center of it all stood a man a presence. A...

OBJECTIVE The Witches of N'orlannia and their bargain The black clad beskar shimmered under the dim lights of the Abattoir as Kusla stepped into the quarter’s shadowy heart. He paused, just for a moment, to admire the scene unfolding before him. A small group of wide eyed tourists stood...

OBJECTIVE The Witches of N'orlannia and their bargain Kusla moved like a shadow, slipping unnoticed through the throngs of revelers. The chaos of Bourbon Street played like a fevered symphony laughter, drunken shouts, the distant wail of a jizz horn. It was amusing to see how the planet had...

OBJECTIVE The Witches of N'orlannia and their bargain The night was young, but its people were hungry. From every corner, the sound of jizz music drifted through the air spiraling melodies from street musicians, the pulse of open air venues, and the muffled rhythm of private gatherings...