RPG - The Tombs of Asterfelt (Page 3 of 3)

Mouleg watched a correllian corvette fly over him before he got into his junker. He opened the ramp and went in, the ramp closed behind him. He got to the cock pit and entered the ignitioncodes. The ship took off and headed toawrds the ocean.
"One small job for te day"
The pay he just recived for delivering the red gem was enough for an early retierment. He thought of the catacombs on the island, and how he lost the two war droids he spent alot of credits on. He ended up having to blow up most of the catacombs to get the gem. He span around in his chair and waited till his co-piolt, which was a droid hardwired into the ship, got the ship to the small fishermens village. He could still see the smoke from the destroyed catacombs. He laughed and span around in his chair agian.
"Stupid impolyer, Mouleg couldnt gave him fake gem!."
He pulls a slender red gem from his sleve. "Te fabled Bas- Sometin Claw. Looks expensive"
He turns around in his chair and looks at the man tied up in the corner. "Don look sad jedi, sometime time catch up wit ju and ju will die. Good ting right ju be one with force." The man just sits there looking sad."Ju didnt put much fight why be dat?" He looks at Mouleg and shows his face, he is Athu Asterfelt.

Victor & Kwerve had landed the corvette on a large rock, close to where the unnatural energy had emananted. Most of the immediate landscape had been blown to oblivion when the unlikely pair arrived. The island appeared to be a vast catacombs. Victor & Kwerve followed what appeared to be a path through the rubble, unti lthey came to a spherical chamber. The walls, floor and ceiling were covered in remnants of great works of art, blown to bits by whoever. In the center of the room was a large stone pedestal, and an empty glass case. Victor examined the case. It appeared to have been containig something not too long ago. Victor swept through it with his fingers, looking for a clue as to what had been inside. There. He removed a small crimson shard.
"What's that you got there?" Kwerve asked, a teensy bit anxious.
"The reason I wanted to come here." Victor replied gloomily. This was obviously the holder for the now removed Baklah Claw.  Kwerve lowered his head too. He also seemed disappointed. Victor hurled the glass case against the wall of the chamber. It struck the wall & shattered. He punched the top of the pedestal in fury, slamming the shard onto the stone surface without noticing it. Thank heaven for happy accidents. The pedestal began to sink into the ground, and so did the platform Victor was standing on. Victor jumped off the downward spiraling platform. What was going on? The platform sank into the ground, revealing a descending spiraling staircase.

"What's this now?" Kwereve asked, surprised.
"Dunno." Victor answered, euphoria more than apparent in his voice. The two travel-buddies descended down the staircase. After two minutes of anticipated descent.  Victor & Kwerve were stopped abruptly by a man in bright purple robes, a bright purlpe tophat, and a golden theatrical mask. A smiley face mask.
"Well hello! Guess you figured out the decoy up top. Good show for making it thus far. Noone's ever done this before. Hell, noone even got to the decoy before! Well, that's not true. Earlier today, a devaronian swiped the decoy. Guess you got lucky he didn't figure it out, huh? He just grabbed the dupe & left.Nice work opening this passage without the decoy. Guess you found a piece or something. My name is Phillip. I am the Baklah Claw's guardian. Good luck. But know it'll only get you so far." And with that, Phillip vanished.
"Well." Kwereve replied to the empty air.
Victor pondered the mysterious man's words. A devaronian? Victor was positive he knew who that was. That Devaronian was getting to be a real thorn in his side. He'd probably kill him once he got the Baklah Claw, just for the sake of it.

-"you dont happen to know the locayion of a certain valluble gem would you i recived a strange comm from a man long dead about it".....

-"yes the Bahkla Claw i would be greatfull if i could have it we would split the reward 50/50 of course".....

-"ill tell what i know if we split it 50/50"...

is it to late to join this rp?

Roran walked down the dusty tatooinian roads, he bent down to pick up a shattered knife stub, there had been another bar fight at the cantina and Roran was here to find the man who had been on the receving end of that fight. he owed jabba some money and he was here to collect payment, forcebly. just then a blaster shot struck the ground next to his feet. he looked to the horizon to see the man crouched on a hill with a sniper rifle, he was trying to take him out early to avoid payment, bujt now he was going to pay more that money for his actions.
"what the hell!"
He pulled out his blaster rifle and dove behind the cantina.

With a very well placed shot, Roran killed the shooter without one bit of remorce. Then he nmoticed a jawa talking to some huge man. He over heard the words Bahkla claw and rememberd them from a message he got over his com link. he asked the jawa.
"Whats your buisness with th Bahkla Claw?"

(woops)

New History: I was born on the planet kashyyk and was raised by jedi father( I was a secret)i have always been a little force sensitive, but never like the jedi ideas on life. My best friend was a wookei, named zandaar, he taght me how to use a blaster rifle and a vibroblade. When i was 20 the wookie tree houses were attacked by he sith(dark jedi). we fought hard but just couldn't defeat them, so we stowed away in a cargo freighter, we fled our home to go to tatooine. We are now team mercinaries.

Zandaar Came walking out of the cantina putting away his bowcaster.
"(What no imformation on that strange message)said zandaar in wookei tounge.
"no this jawa knows something that hes not telling me?
"(Did you try bribery, jawas are notoriousely greey?) said zandaar
"yah but he hasn't responded, I think hes holding out for more."