Adept Tahiri Thorn Morte Tarentae, di Plagia

Elder 1, Clan Plagueis, Sith
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Competition
Character Limericks
Textual submission

Eyes of sulfer and skin crimson as blood,
She may be Sith but within her heart there is good,
Dark power within yet a heart gold,
Tahiri be her name with energy bold,
Dark mistress of her fearsome creature brood.

Competition
[CNS-PLA Antiquity] Event-long: Stronger Together (co-op)
File submission
_CNS-PLA_Antiquity__Stronger_Together_(co-op)_Ciara_and_Tahiri_(1).pdf
Textual submission

Ciara and I teamed up on this. Very fun comp, Thank you.

Competition
[OPERATION: ANTIQUITY] Week 2: Poetry
Textual submission

The metallic whine,
As servo’s try to react,
To my saber strike.

Shouting increases,
As the pirates closed around
My strike team and I.

One hundred persent,
Of the chances they were done,
The choice never thought.

Run and hide trembling,
Or stand and fight the chance was
Lost in the battle.

Do or die no try,
The time taken to prevail,
Slipped swiftly away.

Taking down the threat,
As my saber tasted blood,
The final stroke dealt.

The battle finished,
The outcome as predicted,
My team won the day.

Competition
[Voice Workshop] Dialogue I
Textual submission

1. [Tahiri](https://www.darkjedibrotherhood.com/members/14400)
2. [TuQuan](https://www.darkjedibrotherhood.com/members/14964)

**Prompt: **

“Hello, Tu’Quan.” The crimson skinned Togruta looked up as the tall Kel-dor entered.
“Hey, Tahiri. How are you settling in to your new office?” TuQ asked.
“I’m settling in pretty well,” Tahiri offered TuQ a chair, quickly clearing a box from it.
“Oh good, I’m glad. Have you held a position like this before?” TuQ sat down in the offered chair, tipping back the brim of his big hat to watch the young Togruta.
“Yes, actually.” Tahiri replied with a bit of sadness in her voice.
“Oh? Where… Oh, back in Tarentum, huh?” The Kel-dor sat up straighter, a worried tone to his voice.
“Yeah. I was Aedile of House Mortis. I got the position right before the war, and…” Tahiri paused for a moment.
“Are you alright, Tahiri?” TuQ asked, concern ebbing from him.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Tahiri flashed him a quick smile. “I was at Castle Tarentum when the Collective attacked it.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry. I heard about the destruction.” TuQ tilted his head back a bit.
“It okay, I’m here now.” Tahiri replied quickly. “But…”
“But what?” TuQ’uan asked curiously.
“Well, I’ve always tried to be truthful and honest with my superior’s and friends…” Tahiri paused and slowly sat down behind her desk.
“That’s always a good way to stay in good grace with people, especially people you know.”TuQ leaned forward. “But I’m guessing here, there’s something else. Something, or somebody bothering you, Tahiri?”
“What? Oh no, no ones bothering me.” Tahiri replied quickly. “No, it's just, well… Since I want to be honest with you TuQ’uan, I’m a bit nervous about things.”
“Oh? How so?” TuQ asked gently.
“Well, I only had the position of Aedile in Tarentum for a short time, I feel like there was so much I didn’t learn.” Tahiri’s face fell in into her hands. “Even though I’ve been here only a few months, and then getting this position again so soon. I can’t help but feel a bit out of place still.”
“Ah, Tahiri, you’ve got nothing to worry about,” replied TuQ, as he stood up and moved around the desk. “You have me, and rest of the council. We’ll take care of you, and teach you everything you need to know.”
“Thank you TuQ’uan. That makes me feel better.” Tahiri flashed him a genuine smile, as she stood and hugged the tall Kel-dor.

Competition
Kids These Days
File submission
Tahiri's_Kids_these_days.pdf
Competition
The Phantom Haiku
Textual submission

Speed and thrills throughout,
Jedi find the chosen one,
Historic Darth name.

Competition
The Haiku Strikes Back
Textual submission

Freezing cold world base,
Tauntaun warmth and Empire strike,
Do, there is no try.

Competition
The Return of the Haiku
Textual submission

Second Death star down
The Emperor is now dead
Don't speak of Ewoks