The Force has returned, but we are still Dark Jedi. We may be once again a Brotherhood, but we still sting from betrayals both real and supposed. We are still those that learn from our masters only to surpass them through conflict or death. What currents still lurk below the surface, does the ebb of the plague leave stronger bonds or greater distrust in its wake?
Write a poem that reflects what you see as the psychological consequences of the Horizons plague among the members of the Brotherhood. Entries must have AT LEAST SEVEN STANZAS.
All submission MUST have your PIN and DB Name on the document or in the email. We cannot afford to spend time sifting through which person's email is which. Resultantly, any entry without any indication as to who you are will not be accepted.
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Clan Arcona and House Plagueis
1st place
Fet'ai'narun
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2nd place
Troutrooper
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3rd place
Warlord Tracinya Beviin Entar
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4th place
Lord Marick Tyris Arconae
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5th place
Adept Alaris Jinn
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