Recent content by Roshia Chamiane

Her cortosis ribcage stung, having just had an electrical current course through it. Roshia hissed through her teeth, breathing through the malfunctioning her artificial lung, fatigue, and the overwhelming feeling of dread that threatened to drown out her mind. Her hands shook, still feeling the...

All restraint and reasoning had been washed away from Roshia's mind, unleashing all that she had upon Eosfor. Pouring the powers of the dark side behind her strikes, she became more formidable than she had been on the field of Karideph. Restrained only by the tight hallway beyond the blastdoors...

Her burst of strength within the force surprised even Roshia. Fighting against The Dark Lord's pull on the lightsaber hilt, she could not afford to let go, fear and desperation filled her in equal parts. Her training as a Jedi had held the roots of darkness within her mind at bay for years...

Roshia expected his grip to tighten around her throat and finally bring the end to it all, or perhaps him to take out his lightsaber to impale her with. Her provocation working and freeing her from pain. Instead, she was just tossed aside. Slamming against the nearby wall and falling to the...

The sudden roar of The Dark Lord's voice made Roshia flinch away in fear. His presence was terrible enough. Being yelled by him only worsened her already intense fear and hatred of him to greater heights and made the air even heavier to breathe. If such thing was even possible. Roshia pushed...

The oppressive aura of the Dark Lord only added to the immense weight that Roshia already felt like a crushing weight on her chest. Enough so that she struggled to take a breath more so than she already was. If she had to describe such a feeling, it was likely drowning deep under the dark oceans...

Hatred No more wounds were present on her body; they had been long healed, yet Roshia could feel them all the same as if they continued to be present on her body. Nothing worked to stem it; there were no meditative techniques that worked and nothing to distract her. It felt as raw and fresh as...

The utter silence of the chamber was equal parts maddening and a relief. Roshia could not bear to hear the ambient sounds of suffering around her any longer, but the silence left her imprisoned within her thoughts. This time, she did not have the comforts of a bacta tank to lull her into a more...

The presence of Hazdrabal had hardly been noticed by Roshia when he had backed off. Her attention was purely focused on The Dark Lord, but she still felt a small sense of relief when Hazdrabal left. Not that it was enough to change her newly broken state. Of course, she, too, was oblivious at...

Meeting his gaze filled her with an intense feeling of dread. Wanting to look away, but unable to, forced to have The Dark Lord's gaze bore through her very being. It might seem like a superficial judgment of her physical appearance, but Roshia knew it was far deeper than that. It made her feel...

Much of her courage or ferocity Roshia had from earlier had been slowly washed away by both fear and despair. Shrinking away from The Dark Lord when he knelt in front of her, his close proximity caused her to feel immense anxiety, as if expecting him to strike her or worse. She did not move...

Roshia only shook her heads at his words, feeling nothing but continued denial and grief. She considered his words nonsense and mad ramblings, yet every time her thoughts returned to Karideph, she felt the burning sting of his lightsaber across her chest. It made her wince, despite the now...

She couldn't move, she couldn't breathe, the pressure within her chest only grew the longer The Dark Lord held vice grip on her heart. More and more dark spots appeared in her vision as she watched the wretched corpse put itself back together, like some sort demented puzzle of body parts being...

An immediate wave of regret washed over Roshia the moment the hilt landed in the palm of her hand. The sting of a hundred needles coursed through her hand and arm, somehow, she still kept her grip on it through will alone. Another wave of regret washed over her when she realized the hilt had no...

Every corner of the sanctum was a maddening amalgamation of suffering and foulness, it felt utterly profane to Roshia. It’s as if all the tales of the Sith she had been told in her youth— that she had thought were only there to scare children, were all proven in some grim, maddening reality...