Epis Locke Sonjie

Elder 1, Clan Naga Sadow, Force Disciple, Krath
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Total Fiction Activities
88
Regular Fiction
71096 words in 58 activities
Run-Ons
26520 words in 42 posts and 13 activities
Roleplaying
7458 words in 15 activities
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Disappearances and Disturbances
URL
https://discord.djb.club/rp-sessions/3E.html
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HMR Quaestor's Office
Competition
[GJW XV Event Long] Fiction - Clan-Wide Run On Breakout
Textual submission

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CNS Roleplay
Competition
[Pro Bowl V: Week Two] Poetry
Textual submission

The Flame and the void,
Provide inner peace to all,
So they can focus

Competition
[RoS: Escalation Phase I] Fiction - A Venue to Die For
Textual submission

Secret Imperial Research Facility

This secret facility is in a dilapidated state. There are blinking lights overhead and hazy holographic displays that turn on and off at random. Exposed wiring runs along the floor of corridors and the ceilings alike, occasionally producing a spark as it wears out over time.

The corridors are stark white that is marred by years of neglect, mushrooms and other plants capable of growing underground in the dim light sprouting up between durasteel plates and vines snaking around wires. Small rodents and other animals scamper through the abandoned corridors, generally shy, but curious. Some, it is rumored, are remnants of an old Imperial experiment, and may be more dangerous than the average rodent.
Research labs are strewn with broken glass and beakers filled with anomalous liquids that have long since grown over with mold and mildew. Some creatures still float inside old tanks filled with water, mutated and twisted from what they once were.

At the heart of the facility are several labs that are different from the others. Diagrams of humanoid species line the walls. Several tables occupy this area. There are containment tanks as in the outer sections, but the liquid in these has grown dark and murky, obscuring what may be within – if anything at all. Glowing control panels sit outside some tanks, and terminals still hum with energy elsewhere in the lab. The ancient blast doors that once protected these labs from outside incursion – or sealed something else within – have long since malfunctioned; some move haphazardly back and forth, while

Competition
The Unchained Malady: Turning the Tables
Textual submission

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