Episode 2 of Chapter 2 of the Coldfire Chronicles arrived today with another majestic piece of artwork by Kim Kogut.
We’re going to be releasing a new character every episode until we’ve got through them all. Here’s Auberyn; dressed in his Canto Bight Hunt Club outfit. Doesn’t he look dashing?
So the first episode of Chapter 2 of the Coldfire Chronicles hit last Monday and with it; this majestic piece of artwork by Kim Kogut. We’re going to be releasing a new character every episode until we’ve got through them all. Here’s J’ren – fresh from getting some new clothes that don’t look like he’s just escaped from Prison.
He breathed.
The scream of engines, the jolt as the dropship stopped suddenly, doors opening. The scent of alien spices carried on the hot air.
He sat cross-legged. His eyes were closed, his breathing rhythmic and even. He thought of nothing, emptying his mind and seeking peace.
The hail of blaster fire ricocheting off the walls. The screams of the dying and wounded, the acrid stink of burned metal.
In through the nose for four seconds. A pause. Out through the mouth for four seconds. A pause.
Over his head, a figure leaping, pirouetting, dancing to a tune only they could hear. In its hand, a blade of pure light. That humming sound, always that humming sound as it carved the air.
First, the left lung filled. Held. Emptied. Then the right. The frigid air circulating in him as he focused on the lessons he had been thought, the disciplines instilled in him.
The echoing sound of metal feet marching in step. The enemy, so laughable on the briefing material, repurposed and refitted for death. The reality on the ground so different.
His breath steamed. Dim light reflected and refracted through the stalactites hanging from the ceiling of the meditation chamber. Shadows flitted and danced of their own accord.
Brothers dead beside him, men wearing the same face, the same skin. Each one identical. Each one unique.
He could feel the vibrations of the power plant through the floor. He could feel, just below his hands, the space where the handles hid, the handles which would open the door to his past.
The scream and the recoil of the rotary blaster in his hands, laying down a deadly hail as his squadmates dived for cover. The sparks and explosions as the enemy were caught and scrapped.
He could hear his heartbeat increasing. Could feel the blood pumping in his ears. Felt the temptation once again to shed this mask, to return to the mantle he once wore.
That day. That dreadful day. His will being crushed beneath the tide. His hands moving in unison with his brothers, against his control. The betrayal. The blood. The darkness. The darkness…
His fists clenched, then released. His heartbeat slowed. A single tear rolled down from his left eye.
He breathed.
He breathed.
He breathed.
You are one of the inhabitants of Daxos – either an Imperial prisoner working out your sentence in indentured servitude, or else a free spirit working there for your own ends.
You are aware that you are Force sensitive, and following a number of visions you have found yourselves under the tutelage of a grizzled hermit known as Pyjak – an old survivalist who tells tales of the Force and of the Jedi otherwise outlawed and suppressed throughout the Empire, who has been teaching you to develop your connection to the Force and your abilities, both collectively and individually.
On the day the game starts, you have been asked by Pyjak to come round and see him when your work shifts end, as he has something important he needs to tell you…
Lasa Styngen, Sentinel Artisan
Auberyn Brick, Seeker, Hunter
Jar’ren’tarthi, Mystic Advisor
Prisoner 44977-A2
Name: Agatha Hungatir
Species: Mirialan
Sentence: Ongoing
Offences: First-degree homicide, Assault of an ISB Agent.
Identifying marks: like all Mirialans, Agatha wears facial tattoos representing his history. In particular: twin stars above his right eye, signifying his birthworld and clan, a thin chain beside his eye signifying duties and debts, and a serrated blade down the cheekbone signifying a violent adolescence.
Predictable behaviour: Agatha is a former mob enforcer, eager to supply muscle to a paying employer. He likes to pick fights, particularly against something bigger, so he can mark his skin with the ‘glories’ of his victories. Since his arrest, Agatha has been unable to access the necessary implements to mark his face with a tattoo signifying the crime he’s been locked up for.
Do not be complacent with this prisoner.
Prisoner statement: Agatha killed Wookie. You should run. You run away now.
Force Majeure 