Les Dantari prisent particulièrement les racines de Vincha, un puissant sédatif, qui se présentent sous la forme d'un tubercule blanchâtre de la taille d'un pouce. Compte tenu de leur caractéristique naturelle, il est vraisemblable de penser qu'elles occupent un rôle central dans la médecine de ce peuple.
Cependant, peu d'information existent sur cette plante. Afin de pallier à ce cruel manque de connaissance, Tarn a entrepris de cataloguer la flore dantari, avec l'espoir d'identifier la fameuse plante.
[HRP] Cet article sibyllin de Wookieepedia nous renseigne peu sur les racines de Vincha, puissant sédatif prisé des Dantari. La page relative à la flore de Dantooine est également assez clairsemée.
Friday, June 19, 2009
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Tarn's mohawk
Famed throughout the galaxy for his mohawk, often mistaken for a meatlump or a punk, it was high time to explain the signification of the legendary hairstyle.Tarn's adpoted this traditional hairstyle early in his scouting career. Beyond aesthetism, there were some pratical reasons, such as health and hygiene. Later in life, he added significance to his haircut. In accordance to traditional beliefs, the mohawk symbolizes the energy fields that radiates around a being's body. This belief may be somehow related at a symbolic level to that of the Aa'kuans to whom the respect of the private space is paramount.
Monday, May 25, 2009
Where are they now ?
Scylla: Isloreot Pagott, somewhere between Tarn's son and third cousin, Isloreot is current mayor of Twin Mountain Base (or what's left of it). Since he's only a level 12, he basically rushed to TMB once Tarn transferred to Europe-Chimerae to save the city. His first actions as mayor were to: reduce city maintnance by removing all decorations, gardens, civic structures and the like to ensure that the city may remain as long as possible with limited funds, save from destruction several player owned buildings (from June 1st, any player owned structure from a toon that has logged in for 90 days will be packed up automatically), so in TMB that means the entire city save for 3 buildings...So preventing the city to fall under 5 citizens is key.
Scylla: Unborn toon will be created asap to move in TMB to add another citizen.
Gorath: Lapila Meafa has done some shopping, she's quite happy with her new look.
Gorath: Ibaoki Nao has 6 +35 suits to craft. She's not too happy about it...
Euro-Chim: Ismau Airehea is still leveling up (atm Jedi, 52) and spending all his expertise points in BM. His house has been turned into a temporary stock room for Tarn. Ismau's made a real fun foraging trip over 2,5 km. Great findings, the strappings of a short story are hidden in this trip.
Tarn-Uldir Pagott: The master ranger is back, spent the last days transforming the Museum of Natural History. It now looks so much better, with more displays, more space and is better organized. Check out the BM room (Ismau's lab). Other than that, he's guilded into Consortium (TIUM) a nice guild of RP'ers and hangs around Caught Bodva, a FR RP city.
Scylla: Unborn toon will be created asap to move in TMB to add another citizen.
Gorath: Lapila Meafa has done some shopping, she's quite happy with her new look.
Gorath: Ibaoki Nao has 6 +35 suits to craft. She's not too happy about it...
Euro-Chim: Ismau Airehea is still leveling up (atm Jedi, 52) and spending all his expertise points in BM. His house has been turned into a temporary stock room for Tarn. Ismau's made a real fun foraging trip over 2,5 km. Great findings, the strappings of a short story are hidden in this trip.
Tarn-Uldir Pagott: The master ranger is back, spent the last days transforming the Museum of Natural History. It now looks so much better, with more displays, more space and is better organized. Check out the BM room (Ismau's lab). Other than that, he's guilded into Consortium (TIUM) a nice guild of RP'ers and hangs around Caught Bodva, a FR RP city.
Tarn is back, tell a friend
It's been such a long time that I haven't blogged in here that I could almost hear the rust creaking from the "connect" button. Fun to think that it's been so long while actually so much happened.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Eweev's tales (II)
Eweev walked into the house she had grown up in. Sadness filtered through her, as she looked around the now littered house seeing the destruction all around her.
She could feel Mark behind her. He felt cautious, as he picked his way among the remnants of furniture and a lifetime of memories.
She bent down to pick up a holovid. Borsk Naefai stood smiling at her, frozen for an eternity. The only thing left of the man who had loved and raised her as his own daughter. A stray tear slid down her face.
Eweev jumped as she felt a comforting hand on her shoulder.
“Are you sure you want to do this, Master?” he asked, as he crouched down beside her.
Eweev smiled, as memories flooded back to her. “This man made my childhood happy.” She opened her pack and placed the holovid inside.
“Your Father?”
She nodded. “Borsk adopted me and treated me as his own.” She stood, brushing dust from her skirt. Her eyes took in his. “I need to do this.” She couldn’t explain the compelling urge that pushed her forward.
“What happened here?” he finally asked, as they made their way upstairs. Pictures hung at various angles, as they went up the stairs.
“The Stormtroopers,” Eweev said, sighing, as she placed a hand on a knob and began to turn it. She gave a little shove in the force to shift the debris behind the door on the other side. “They must have searched this place for me, after they killed my Father.”
She paused just inside to survey the damage. The bed was overturned, its purple coverings strewn across the floor. Lamps lay shattered on their sides. The dresser was toppled over; its drawers and contents flung haphazardly.
The closet door hung askew on its hinges. Everything inside had been dumped to the floor in their search.
Eweev shifted in the rubble, picking up a small porcelain doll. She hugged it close to her heart; grateful one thing had survived the destruction.
Mark followed her, as she picked her way back through the rubble, holding onto the relic from her childhood.
She made her way down the hall and into another room at the back.
When she tried the door, it gave easily. The destruction in this room wasn’t as bad as hers.
She stepped over an overturned drawer, her eyes on the air shimmering before her.
She felt her heart beat faster, as she watched the air resolve itself into the force ghost of her Mother.
Deanna reached out to touch her daughter’s cheek. “The answers you seek are here, My Daughter.”
Eweev’s eyes widened. “I seek no answers.”
Her mother smiled at her. “Your heart does.” That smile turned sad. “You are walking a dangerous path.” She reached out with a luminescent hand, caressing her daughter’s cheek. “He doesn’t want to see you go down this path.”
A silent tear slid down Eweev’s cheek.
She could feel Mark behind her. He felt cautious, as he picked his way among the remnants of furniture and a lifetime of memories.
She bent down to pick up a holovid. Borsk Naefai stood smiling at her, frozen for an eternity. The only thing left of the man who had loved and raised her as his own daughter. A stray tear slid down her face.
Eweev jumped as she felt a comforting hand on her shoulder.
“Are you sure you want to do this, Master?” he asked, as he crouched down beside her.
Eweev smiled, as memories flooded back to her. “This man made my childhood happy.” She opened her pack and placed the holovid inside.
“Your Father?”
She nodded. “Borsk adopted me and treated me as his own.” She stood, brushing dust from her skirt. Her eyes took in his. “I need to do this.” She couldn’t explain the compelling urge that pushed her forward.
“What happened here?” he finally asked, as they made their way upstairs. Pictures hung at various angles, as they went up the stairs.
“The Stormtroopers,” Eweev said, sighing, as she placed a hand on a knob and began to turn it. She gave a little shove in the force to shift the debris behind the door on the other side. “They must have searched this place for me, after they killed my Father.”
She paused just inside to survey the damage. The bed was overturned, its purple coverings strewn across the floor. Lamps lay shattered on their sides. The dresser was toppled over; its drawers and contents flung haphazardly.
The closet door hung askew on its hinges. Everything inside had been dumped to the floor in their search.
Eweev shifted in the rubble, picking up a small porcelain doll. She hugged it close to her heart; grateful one thing had survived the destruction.
Mark followed her, as she picked her way back through the rubble, holding onto the relic from her childhood.
She made her way down the hall and into another room at the back.
When she tried the door, it gave easily. The destruction in this room wasn’t as bad as hers.
She stepped over an overturned drawer, her eyes on the air shimmering before her.
She felt her heart beat faster, as she watched the air resolve itself into the force ghost of her Mother.
Deanna reached out to touch her daughter’s cheek. “The answers you seek are here, My Daughter.”
Eweev’s eyes widened. “I seek no answers.”
Her mother smiled at her. “Your heart does.” That smile turned sad. “You are walking a dangerous path.” She reached out with a luminescent hand, caressing her daughter’s cheek. “He doesn’t want to see you go down this path.”
A silent tear slid down Eweev’s cheek.
Eweev's tales
Eweev hooked the stray strand of blonde hair behind her ear, as she stepped out of the small star port and into the dusty street.
A small cantina was on her left. It would probably be empty at this time of the day. On the right, was a medical center.
A soft breeze blew her hair across her face. She smiled, moving it behind her other ear, as she took in the metal fence encircling the buildings, to keep small animals out of this place.
Beyond the fence, stood the rolling purple land she was so familiar with. It was just as she had remembered all of it.
Eweev closed her eyes, taking in all of the sounds of home.
“Are you ok, Miss?”
Eweev opened her eyes to see a tall man with dark hair standing in front of her. He wore dark brown pants and a tan shirt. A dark cloak draped his shoulders, shifting behind him in the light breeze.
Her eyes drifted to his dark, leather belt and the lightsaber resting against his hip. She resisted the urge to place her hands into the pocket of the light blue skirt she wore, to pull out her own.
Her eyes flicked up to his. She knew she couldn’t be felt by him and her lightsaber was within reach, but hidden.
Eweev gave him a bright smile. “I’m fine,” she told him. “I’m just enjoying the breeze.”
His hand went to his hilt. It was an unconscious movement, as it encircled the metal. “Are you sure?” he asked. “You seem a bit nervous.”
Eweev took a small breath. She had every right to be nervous. If he knew who she was, there would be a fight.
“Yes, thank you,” she said. “I’m just coming home for a brief visit.”
“Can I take you somewhere?” he asked. “Dantooine may not be friendly for a lady.”
Her hand went to her hip, to the DH 44 pistol holstered there. “I’m not without protection.”
Eweev could feel the darkness within him. But, there was something just underneath the surface.
He nodded.
Eweev stepped around him, as she stepped towards the cantina. The space between her shoulders blades tingled in warning.
Without thinking, her hand slipped into her pocket, withdrawing her saber hilt. She spun, as the purple blade snap-hissed to life; knocking away a blaster bold aimed her way.
She stood face to face with a tall, armor-clad man, aiming a blaster at her.
Her eyes met the first man she had been talking to. His saber was in his hands, red blade extended in warning.
The man in armor fired again. She deflected the bolt harmlessly away.
The dark Jedi jumped over the fallen man, grabbing her arm, pulling her past the cantina to an AV-21 speeder parked on the other side.
Without thinking, she jumped into the passenger side. He pushed forward on the throttle, taking them away from the mining outpost and into the grasslands of Dantooine.
He took his eyes from where he was driving to look over at her. “You’re a Jedi.”
“I am.”
“That bounty hunter was trying to capture you, not kill you.” He focused his attention back in front of him. “Why?”
It was apparent he hadn’t figured out who she was.
“Darth Vader wants me alive.”
He nodded. “Where are we going?”
“Just head north west,” she told him.
“Unusual,” he said, his eyes fixing on hers again. “Of course, you’re an unusual woman.” He fixed his gaze on where he was driving. “I’m Mark, by the way.”
She slid her lightsaber back into her pocket, pushing her hair out of her face. “I’m Eweev.”
A small cantina was on her left. It would probably be empty at this time of the day. On the right, was a medical center.
A soft breeze blew her hair across her face. She smiled, moving it behind her other ear, as she took in the metal fence encircling the buildings, to keep small animals out of this place.
Beyond the fence, stood the rolling purple land she was so familiar with. It was just as she had remembered all of it.
Eweev closed her eyes, taking in all of the sounds of home.
“Are you ok, Miss?”
Eweev opened her eyes to see a tall man with dark hair standing in front of her. He wore dark brown pants and a tan shirt. A dark cloak draped his shoulders, shifting behind him in the light breeze.
Her eyes drifted to his dark, leather belt and the lightsaber resting against his hip. She resisted the urge to place her hands into the pocket of the light blue skirt she wore, to pull out her own.
Her eyes flicked up to his. She knew she couldn’t be felt by him and her lightsaber was within reach, but hidden.
Eweev gave him a bright smile. “I’m fine,” she told him. “I’m just enjoying the breeze.”
His hand went to his hilt. It was an unconscious movement, as it encircled the metal. “Are you sure?” he asked. “You seem a bit nervous.”
Eweev took a small breath. She had every right to be nervous. If he knew who she was, there would be a fight.
“Yes, thank you,” she said. “I’m just coming home for a brief visit.”
“Can I take you somewhere?” he asked. “Dantooine may not be friendly for a lady.”
Her hand went to her hip, to the DH 44 pistol holstered there. “I’m not without protection.”
Eweev could feel the darkness within him. But, there was something just underneath the surface.
He nodded.
Eweev stepped around him, as she stepped towards the cantina. The space between her shoulders blades tingled in warning.
Without thinking, her hand slipped into her pocket, withdrawing her saber hilt. She spun, as the purple blade snap-hissed to life; knocking away a blaster bold aimed her way.
She stood face to face with a tall, armor-clad man, aiming a blaster at her.
Her eyes met the first man she had been talking to. His saber was in his hands, red blade extended in warning.
The man in armor fired again. She deflected the bolt harmlessly away.
The dark Jedi jumped over the fallen man, grabbing her arm, pulling her past the cantina to an AV-21 speeder parked on the other side.
Without thinking, she jumped into the passenger side. He pushed forward on the throttle, taking them away from the mining outpost and into the grasslands of Dantooine.
He took his eyes from where he was driving to look over at her. “You’re a Jedi.”
“I am.”
“That bounty hunter was trying to capture you, not kill you.” He focused his attention back in front of him. “Why?”
It was apparent he hadn’t figured out who she was.
“Darth Vader wants me alive.”
He nodded. “Where are we going?”
“Just head north west,” she told him.
“Unusual,” he said, his eyes fixing on hers again. “Of course, you’re an unusual woman.” He fixed his gaze on where he was driving. “I’m Mark, by the way.”
She slid her lightsaber back into her pocket, pushing her hair out of her face. “I’m Eweev.”
Thursday, March 26, 2009
City Maintenance XXXVII
From: City Hall
Object: City Maintenance
Date: Sun. Mar. 22nd
Mayor Tarn Pagott,
A total of 29150 credits has been paid from the city treasury for maintenance and upkeep of structure.
Object: City Maintenance
Date: Sun. Mar. 22nd
Mayor Tarn Pagott,
A total of 29150 credits has been paid from the city treasury for maintenance and upkeep of structure.
Eweev's tale
Tanisi sat down at the tap caf, looking outside the throng of sentient passing by. He wrapped his hands around his steaming mug of caf.
He smiled to himself as he looked down into the black liquid. Things couldn’t be going smoother, if he had planned it.
Eweev was already beginning to see what she was becoming. It scared her, but he knew she wasn’t going to resist.
He felt the storm brewing. Darkness was beginning to permeate through the bond soon; she would be on their side.
The sound of flesh against wood caused him to jump in his seat, bringing him out of his thoughts. He glared at the white Zabrak sitting across from him.
“This booth is taken,” he stated coldly.
A huge smile spread across the man’s ghostly, pale face. “Where is your companion?” he asked, eyes darting around the tap caf. He laughed, seeing the confusion on Tanisi’s face. “The beautiful blonde you were with the other day at the bunker.”
Tanisi couldn’t keep the shock from crossing his face. “What do you want with Eweev?” he demanded.
The smile from the other man sent a chill down his spine.
“The same thing you want, darksider.” He leaned closer, almost whispering. “Be careful with her. She’s no mere darksider.”
“She’s powerful.”
“It’s more than that,” the Zabrak confided. “She will easily rival the two Sith in control. She needs guidance.” He paused pointing a finger at Tanisi. “She needs to be shown what she is.”
Tanisi looked down at the cooling caf in his mug. “Eweev already feels she’s turning Sith.”
He glanced up to see the Zabrak nod, settling his back against the booth.
“She needs to be shown slowly,” he reiterated. “Her destiny can fork in two ways.” His stare became intense. “I want to make sure she brings glory to the Sith and not destroy them.”
He smiled to himself as he looked down into the black liquid. Things couldn’t be going smoother, if he had planned it.
Eweev was already beginning to see what she was becoming. It scared her, but he knew she wasn’t going to resist.
He felt the storm brewing. Darkness was beginning to permeate through the bond soon; she would be on their side.
The sound of flesh against wood caused him to jump in his seat, bringing him out of his thoughts. He glared at the white Zabrak sitting across from him.
“This booth is taken,” he stated coldly.
A huge smile spread across the man’s ghostly, pale face. “Where is your companion?” he asked, eyes darting around the tap caf. He laughed, seeing the confusion on Tanisi’s face. “The beautiful blonde you were with the other day at the bunker.”
Tanisi couldn’t keep the shock from crossing his face. “What do you want with Eweev?” he demanded.
The smile from the other man sent a chill down his spine.
“The same thing you want, darksider.” He leaned closer, almost whispering. “Be careful with her. She’s no mere darksider.”
“She’s powerful.”
“It’s more than that,” the Zabrak confided. “She will easily rival the two Sith in control. She needs guidance.” He paused pointing a finger at Tanisi. “She needs to be shown what she is.”
Tanisi looked down at the cooling caf in his mug. “Eweev already feels she’s turning Sith.”
He glanced up to see the Zabrak nod, settling his back against the booth.
“She needs to be shown slowly,” he reiterated. “Her destiny can fork in two ways.” His stare became intense. “I want to make sure she brings glory to the Sith and not destroy them.”
Sunday, March 15, 2009
City Information
This week has seen many events in our fine city.
The city contraction to rank 3 (Township) has brought our city down to 18 citizens, with the unfortunate consequence of losing our shuttleport (one of the oldest on Lok).
Citizens with Homing Beacons in their homes will still be able to land in the city.
In the course of the previous days, several institutions have been fleshed out in better details, be they the Galactic Vagrant Buildings Demolition Movement or the Planetary Civic Authority.
The city's establishment of the "City Network" has been designed to access detailed information about our township, while a new message system, greetings Moutainbasers and visitors alike is now in place.
The city contraction to rank 3 (Township) has brought our city down to 18 citizens, with the unfortunate consequence of losing our shuttleport (one of the oldest on Lok).
Citizens with Homing Beacons in their homes will still be able to land in the city.
In the course of the previous days, several institutions have been fleshed out in better details, be they the Galactic Vagrant Buildings Demolition Movement or the Planetary Civic Authority.
The city's establishment of the "City Network" has been designed to access detailed information about our township, while a new message system, greetings Moutainbasers and visitors alike is now in place.
Elections Anyone ? XVI
FM: City Hall
Obj: Election won
Date: Sun. March. 15th
Congratulations, Mayor Tarn Pagott!
The populace of Twin Mountain Base has elected to retain you for another term. Your rights and privileges as Mayor have not changed. The next mayoral election has started and the results will be tabulated in three weeks' time.
The city thanks you for your continued service.
Obj: Election won
Date: Sun. March. 15th
Congratulations, Mayor Tarn Pagott!
The populace of Twin Mountain Base has elected to retain you for another term. Your rights and privileges as Mayor have not changed. The next mayoral election has started and the results will be tabulated in three weeks' time.
The city thanks you for your continued service.
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