dice
Citizen
Posts: 84 
Likes: 65
|
Post by dice on Nov 28, 2017 20:14:47 GMT -5
Darth XirrStatue Room, Beneath Sadow's Tomb, Korriban Xirr listened intently to the conversation as it unfolded “ A healer god, worshipped by Force sects on Mimban," Viscretus' echoed down from above, her tone dripping with sarcasm "a pity I do not receive such worship for my talent." She looked around momentarily before speaking again "Beyond this hollow across the room, I see nothing of importance.” Xirr followed her steely gaze to the hollow that she spoke of before Appolyon spoke " There is a lot about this tomb which makes absolutely no sense, Lord Catalyst," Apollyon said "The fact Naga Sadow was actually buried on Yavin, the fact it was allegedly built for him yet unused by him... yet within is interred a Rakatan Star Map, surely of far greater age than Sadow and of absolutely no connection to him, alongside, it is written, the personal assassin of Tulak Hord, a Dark Lord who predated Sadow by centuries, who was discovered here in stasis, and freed, by a Sith Inquisitor of the Cold War." Apollyon referred to events chronicled in the Archives that took place nearly four thousand years ago, when the Old Republic yet existed . "A statue of Pomojema may simply be another mysterious historical anachronism, because it seems Lady Viscretus has found no such crystal, either, Lord Xirr." Then, after glancing back to the hollow that Viscretus spoke of, Appolyon began muttering to herself, "Then again, maybe there is a connection... Pomojema... Pomojema... It's a stretch, I'll admit, but what if there's any linguistic relation to this... ah, mythical god I read about in the Book of Sith, a pagan god the extinct Sith species worshipped in their ancient superstitions? The Left-Handed God. Typhojem."
Xirr froze. Appolyon had spoken his name. The hallowed word: 'Typhojem' The word that which, uttered from his lips in the pitch black of the hallway before their encounter with the illusory sith, had ushered images of apocalyptic flames into his head. The word that had worried the Emperor himself in the Throne room just hours prior. Appolyon had uttered the game without even a smattering of reverence, gleaned by fear or otherwise. Then the voices came again, this time lacking in mockery or vaguely helpful knowledge, but with fear? The voices screeched ethereal cries of pain and fear, and Xirr could feel the presences seemingly recoiling into the deepest corners of his subconscious. Gone, seemingly, for now... Xirr visibly recoiled himself, from sheer surprise at the reaction his uninvited guests had towards the word. He clutched his head in his gloved hands waiting for the screams to silence themselves. He looked to Appolyon, and spoke breathlessly "Lady Appolyon... Please do not utter that word again..." Xirr attempted to compose himself and begin working again on the task at hand. ( ) TAG: Darth Catalyst , Darth Dreadwar , Volshe , Shira , Padawan4687 , Sedriss Nathemus the Conqueror , @lordjania
|
|
darthramage
Citizen
*currently entombed*
Posts: 33
Likes: 39
|
Post by darthramage on Nov 28, 2017 23:17:30 GMT -5
 -InfritAge: 28 Sex: Male
Species: Kushiban Homeworld: Kushiban Occupation: Smuggler, Technician, Sadist (Sith Assasin) Height: Roughly three feet, refuses to be measured. Appearance: Nimble, quick and stealthy due to their slight builds. Kushiban are lagomorphs, they commonly walk on all four legs though their forepaws can manipulate tools with great dexterity. The Kushiban can easily be confused with small pets. Two large ears which rise and fall, reflecting the creature's mood, dominate the species large heads. Infrit has amber eyes and the facial features of a primate. He typically wears a coat of crimson, though as with all Kushiban he can change both his eye and fur color at will. The only accessory he wears is a comms device which clips to the base of his left ear. Weapons: Infrit has always been strong for his species. He does not carry a blaster, as they are too cumbersome, but if push comes to shove Infrit can fight unarmed with great proficiency. His size makes him nearly impossible to hit when running at his top speed, and the Kushiban will use any advantage his environment gives him to strike quickly from many angles. At the moment of attack, the creature will summon whatever weapon or tool he deems appropriate from his pocket plane in an attempt to strike unseen. Equipment: Infrit is a hoarder. An amazing array of tools and trinkets exist inside his pocket plane. With just a thought, whatever Infrit needs can be called upon as long as it has already been stored inside the void. Description of Abilities: Infrit can repair any broken machine or slice any datalink, provided he has the tools. He has refined a unique fighting style over many years from street brawls and pit fights. Most Kushiban are pacifists, but Infrit has a tendency to strike out at any humanoid which mentions his height, cuteness or similarity to household animals. Personality: Infrit is an ornery creature, The first twenty years of his life were spent in captivity, part of the Nal Hutta freak show and circus. Due to a fortuitous set of circumstances, he was awarded his freedom after discovering his still limited force potential. After a particularly rough beating by his warden, the Kushiban found himself able to phase into shadow, allowing him the ability to walk out of his cell, and easily stow away on a nearby freighter leaving the system. Biography: As a captive for most of his life, Ifrit was nothing more than a passing spectacle for most of the Humanoids he encountered in his life. He has a deep-seated hatred for the blind, yet, oogling masses which permeate most of the galaxy. Instead, Infrit has enjoyed the company of a much seedier crowd lately. The Bosh Katta Gang. For the last eight years, he served the small band of mid-rim smugglers out of Onderon as a technician and very capable spy when need be. Nearly six months ago, The Bosh Katta were arrested by customs agents at Iziz spaceport. In an attempt to free his only friends Infrit called upon his ability to fold space and due to his inexperience, the attempt failed. Infrit killed his friends, the agents, and deposited himself on the nearby moon of Dxun, stranded. Skills: LVL3 Fold Space ( phase walk, pocket plane)- 2 Force Push/Pull – 1 Force Choke – 2 Force Jump – 2 Force Defence - 1 Ataru- 2 Cloak - 2 |
|
Darth Catalyst
Citizen
Dark Lord Immortalis & High Inquisitor
.: Chaos and Cunning
Handling the Hand
Posts: 248
Likes: 276
|
Post by Darth Catalyst on Nov 29, 2017 2:06:51 GMT -5
IC LORD CATALYSTBeneath Sadow's Tomb" Precisely what I was saying, Lord Catalyst," Xirr replied. " I find it hard to believe this," Xirr gestured to the statue, " monstrosity... houses the legendary Kaiburr Crystal. However, perhaps it is meant to house something else..." Xirr looked over to Lady Apollyon. " Another crystal perhaps? Though I don't suspect that whatever it is will hold the same power as the Kaiburr itself." He gestured up toward Viscretus. " Mayhaps Lady Viscretus has come upon something?" It appeared that she didn’t but Xirr’s hopefulness was not without merit. Catalyst knew she was likely to have the most lore stored in her brain. Perhaps she could offer something that would push them in the right direction. " A healer god, worshipped by Force sects on Mimban," Viscretus' voice carried down from above, brimming with airy sardonicism, " a pity I do not receive such worship for my talent." Catalyst sheepishly lowered his head. He was among the first to require her healing arts when they began this adventure. Although he had rescued her from the pitfalls outside and it was his quick thinking that took care of the Devilsquid in the acid pool above. He certainly felt he was pulling his own weight among the group. Unlike some other’s here. He narrowed his eyes at Coatlec, who offered little aside from criticism for the wordplay Catalyst was enjoying with Xirr. " There is a lot about this tomb which makes absolutely no sense, Lord Catalyst," Apollyon replied after a moment's contemplation. " The fact Naga Sadow was actually buried on Yavin, the fact it was allegedly built for him yet unused by him... yet within is interred a Rakatan Star Map, surely of far greater age than Sadow and of absolutely no connection to him, alongside, it is written, the personal assassin of Tulak Hord, a Dark Lord who predated Sadow by centuries, who was discovered here in stasis, and freed, by a Sith Inquisitor of the Cold War. A statue of Pomojema may simply be another mysterious historical anachronism, because it seems Lady Viscretus has found no such crystal, either, Lord Xirr. Only this... hole... Hm, maybe we should investigate it; there could be something in there...?" Apollyon looked back at the statue. " Then again, maybe there is a connection... Pomojema... Pomojema... It's a stretch, I'll admit, but what if there's any linguistic relation to this... ah, mythical god I read about in the Book of Sith, a pagan god the extinct Sith species worshipped in their ancient superstitions? The Left-Handed God. Typhojem." Catalyst closed his eyes as echoes of the vision he experienced earlier flashed through his mind at Apollyon’s words. He had still not told anyone about what he’d seen during his brief encounter with the aftereffects of Tuk’ata venom. At the very least Apollyon might be interested, though he would likely have to leave out the details of the assassin’s lack of outfit. At this point it wasn’t important. What was important is the possibility of him having the answer to their current predicament. THE ARM OF TYPHOJEM SHALL OPEN THE DOORIf Apollyon was indeed correct in her deductions that this representation could have been of the proclaimed God of the Sith, then perhaps the fact that it was pointing at the hole that Viscretus had revealed to them meant something. Perhaps it was even meant to be taken literally. As Xirr crumpled beside him, he looked down at his left shoulder, the mark of the ancient Sith Lords showing dark against his pale skin in the eerie flickering light. Perhaps not though. He ignored Xirr's plea to Apollyon and wordlessly leapt into the air, carried higher than a normal jump on waves of telekinetic power. He arrested his momentum at the apex of his jump and held himself in the air, peering into the hole. The flickering light behind him was not enough to illuminate the crevasse. He looked back at the statue. It was now pointing directly at him, as if to signify he was going the right direction. Or perhaps it was a warning, a dare to test the Unknown and suffer the consequences. He turned back to the wall and let out a long breath. He hadn't realized that he had forgotten to exhale while staring into the eyes of the statue. He looked again into the hole. There was only one way to find out for sure if this would work. "The arm of Typhojem shall open the door," he repeated slowly before plunging his left arm into the gap and feeling around for a lever or switch of some kind. TAG: Darth Dreadwar , Sedriss Nathemus the Conqueror , Volshe , dice , Shira , Padawan4687 ,@lordjania
|
|
|
|
Post by Darth Dreadwar on Nov 29, 2017 2:28:05 GMT -5
IC: Darth ApollyonThe Chamber of Pomojema, Tomb of Naga Sadow, Korriban"Lady Apollyon," pain etched Xirr's usually confident tones as he beseeched her, "please do not utter that word again." As Apollyon glanced over at him, she caught the armoured Sith Lord removing his gloved hands from his helmet, as if he had been attempting to clutch his head. Curious. But then, so had been the image of green fire when she had spoken the name- And then Catalyst was abruptly leaping towards the hole Viscretus had pointed out, holding himself in place with the Force, and ignoring Xirr's plea entirely - well, technically he did only beg that I not say it again - as he intoned, "The arm of Typhojem shall open the door," and then plunged his arm into the hole. What the kriff?! Has everyone gone mad? Do you think you're the reincarnation of Typhojem now?Apollyon had every intention of supporting Catalyst physically and mentally through his evident breakdown, however, providing a gentle cradle of telekinetic power to shore up his feat of levitation. And she had to admit, she was curious to see what happened. But nothing did. Catalyst would feel no lever or switch within the hole, and even though he had buried his arm to his shoulder, his hand could not reach the end, the hole's depth still a mystery. Indeed, the hole was hardly a snug fit along any dimension; the hole was easily three times the circumference of Catalyst's arm. TAG: Volshe , Shira , Darth Catalyst , dice , Sedriss Nathemus the Conqueror , Padawan4687 , @lordjania
|
|
Darth Catalyst
Citizen
Dark Lord Immortalis & High Inquisitor
.: Chaos and Cunning
Handling the Hand
Posts: 248
Likes: 276
|
Post by Darth Catalyst on Nov 29, 2017 16:05:25 GMT -5
IC Lord Hypnos Nearing the surface of Odessen
Raspir’s response to Hypnos’s inquiry was less than helpful. “Well, Lord Hypnos, Marchioness, I haven't any idea where our Lord's Mirror could be or if it's even in this system, but we need to search far and wide. I suggest we begin by searching the nearby area. I'm not even sure what it looks like, however. I know that we will know it when we see it. We must. For the Emperor!" Hypnos was almost impressed with the Rakata’s zealotry. He really felt that his Emperor was the only true power in the galaxy. But then had he not heard of Typhojem or Venomis? Certainly each of them would give Edworion a run for his throne. "But what do you say, Marchioness? You have been quiet as of late." Hypnos likewise turned to the presently silent replica droid. She was staring out the window with a somber smile on her face. The expression combined with the scenery that she looked upon made her almost seem as if she was truly an organic.
"It is logical that this artifact the Ari speaks of would be found in some museum or temple, perhaps a ruin," Anigma spoke, turning to look at Hypnos. "Although given the Emperor's familiar manner of speech, I had assumed he had already told you, Lord Hypnos." Hypnos frowned. The Emperor had told him that Odessen would hold the mirror but did not give him much further direction. His crystalline brain was suddenly buffeted with an overflow of technological information that took Hypnos a second to fully process. The Great Reep! It was actually communicating with him! The droid’s transmissions were just as alien to him as a human’s wide range of communication but the necessary information was still gleaned from it. Villages up ahead. Life on the ground. "The Great Reap tells me there are several villages ahead," Anigma said aloud, likely for Raspir's benefit. "Perhaps it can simply ask the inhabitants." She chuckled at the thought. Hypnos was likewise amused by the idea of the cephalopodan monstrosity hovering over one of the comparatively minute settlements and terrifying the inhabitants. They would get nowhere with that line of inquiry though. Hypnos was fairly certain an artifact of such great importance would not be readily known by commoners from around the globe. "Furthermore, no other functional spaceships are detected within the system," Anigma and Reep both interrupted his thoughts once again. Hypnos extended his own potent senses past the hull of the Abominer, searching for other starships, and more specifically the Triumphant upon which he left his seeds of destruction. His own scans confirmed that which the Abominer had just told him. The Imperials had escaped, likely with Toxmalb still aboard as well. An unconscious chuckle escaped Hypnos’s vocabulator. The poor doomed fools…
“The mirror is here, from what I’ve been told,” Hypnos began. “The Cathedral of Spirits, deep in it’s hold.” Hypnos closed his mechanical eyes, reaching out with the Force and feeling for a location. “Though it could be gone, likely stolen away. Where then it would go, I could not say.” He opened his eyes and looked to the ancient sorcerer. “Perhaps, Lord Raspir, the Force grants you sight? If so I would bow to your mystical might.” Hypnos twisted his palm upwards, subtly manipulating the holoprojectors housed within and brought to life an image of the golden mirror that he had been granted before. “Our target is this, for those unaware.” he contorted his face into a smirk, if only to showcase another ability the Rakata was incapable of. “Our lead’s the Cathedral, so let us start there.”
TAG: Darth Dreadwar, Sedriss Nathemus the Conqueror
|
|
Volshe
Administrator 
.: Empress
Posts: 229
Likes: 163
|
Post by Volshe on Nov 29, 2017 18:38:50 GMT -5
IC: Rial EhtqaimUndercity Turbotrain, CoruscantThe Farghul had crouched down, the chaos lasting long enough to give him a single chance at escape. He did not have long, nor did he have any particularly good idea. The bunks were filled with the shifting crowds as patrons tried to hide from the sudden threat. The doorways were on either end, and he would have to make it through the throngs to get there. That was if none of the rapidly-growing list of enemies had made it there first. "QUIET!" The crowd silenced, only for a moment. The voice commanded even his attention. It reverberated long enough that even the crying children merely whimpered instead. Rial panicked. His head twisted around rapidly, looking for some escape. Somewhere. Something to buy him more time, even. A voice made its way through the sudden quieting, but it did nothing to reassure him. It was quite obviously one of them. "Seriously? Your first response was to run and hide? In a train that's in motion and we can't get off? Luckily for you the farghul caused a panic by accident or you guys would be dead! But if it would put your minds at ease, I'll put your minds at ease by investigating this matter myself." He glanced up, first, then glanced again. The emergency exit hatch, just above him. His legs sprung him up, claws gripping to the permacrete lining the opening. He popped it open and began to scurry through. It was a bothersome effort for Rial, as the latch would not open all the way and he would be forced to squeeze himself out. His wiggling legs smashed into the only lamp in the car, slicing his furred thigh open and bathing the car in both darkness and a trickle of his blood. All they would see in the flickers of a blue halogen emergency light would be the pair of feet as his torso worked his way to the roof of the car. Gez'segi and D'non would both notice the sudden movement towards the ceiling, followed by the sudden darkness...but not only that. Gezzy would feel the arms of the thug envelop her in a bear hug from behind, the drug concoction D'non gave him mixing with her blessing of confidence. A crumpled piece of flimsiplast would fall beside them both - perhaps never to be seen by them. D'non would have a few options, as long as he could avoid the conductor and his cohort who crouched beside him, shakily-but-determinedly holding modified hold out pistols in D'non's very direction. But both of them would have to think quickly if they wanted to follow that damned Farghul. TAG: patrickx31 , gorzanTAGSET: Undercity Turbotrain
|
|
Arcane
Citizen
Posts: 45 
Likes: 30
|
Post by Arcane on Nov 29, 2017 20:23:44 GMT -5
IC: Arcane Interrogation Chamber, Dungeons beneath the Sith Temple,Korriban Arcane watched as the guards filled the room. He knew the person who would enter would be of great importance. He removed himself from his desk and kneeled and bowed in the direction of the door. He felt the room become cold, and... Empty? He glanced up to the magnificent Darth Dreadwar. The emperor was here. 'Why? What would have brought him to this class?' He thought to himself. Arcane continued to kneel, but watched as the emperor talked with Gafarl. He noticed the prisoner urinate himself at the sight of the emperor. 'Everyone is afraid, as they should be, however the hesitation of Gafarl's answer would surely irritate the emperor.' He thought. "If I may answer the question, Emperor." Arcane spoke out in the silence. His voice was strong, though he was not completely comfortable speaking out of turn to the most powerful Emperor known in this galaxy. He waited for an answer in the deafening silence. It was cold. It was far colder than he had ever felt. His coat could not sheild him from such cold. He felt it from within. He continued to bow, kneel, and remain silent until spoken to. His face covered by his thick mane. His paw-like hands pressed to the floor. His scarred eye began to burn in this cold. Even closed, it was uncomfortable. He remained silent. TAG: Darth Dreadwar |
|
Darth Catalyst
Citizen
Dark Lord Immortalis & High Inquisitor
.: Chaos and Cunning
Handling the Hand
Posts: 248
Likes: 276
|
Post by Darth Catalyst on Nov 29, 2017 21:46:28 GMT -5
IC LORD CATALYST
Beneath Sadow's Tomb
Catalyst withdrew his arm when his efforts were fruitless. He looked down and saw Apollyon eyeing him like he had gone mad. Well I suppose I could have explained first. “Back in the valley,” he explained to her, “while Viscretus was so mercifully restoring my vitality, I experienced a vision. The details aren't important here but one piece is. That name. Typhojem.” As he said it he could almost hear the green flames intensify their crackling, as if the room itself warned him against invoking the power held behind it. “I saw a great green eye, wreathed in flame and yet still emanating darkness. I heard a voice. I couldn't make out the language but somehow I knew what it said. The arm of..” he trailed off, something holding him back from saying the name again. There was a palpable tension in the room as if they were all being watched and listened to. “Well you heard me say it already.” He pointed at the arcane mark embedded in his arm. “I thought that at the very least this might trigger something but I was wrong. I'm thinking that he might however.” He nodded his head towards the statue. “If what you said earlier is true about Pomojema and the origins of the name then that lends some plausibility to the thought. Plus the statues arm certainly has a better chance of fitting than my own.” He floated back down to the ground and looked around. “Unless anyone has a better idea, I suggest we try it.” TAG: Darth Dreadwar, Volshe, Shira, Padawan4687, Sedriss Nathemus the Conqueror, @lordjania, dice
|
|
|
|
Post by Sedriss Nathemus the Conqueror on Nov 29, 2017 22:24:19 GMT -5
IC: Darth Coatlec
Passageway of Ku'ar Danar, False Tomb of Naga Sadow, Valley of the Dark Lords, Korriban
Jania was just as stubborn as ever. Coatlec had given her great advice to get noticed by the young Zeltron initiate, but she elected to stick to her own devices. Huh. Even my apprentice doesn't listen to me now. Well that's just great. She did, however, pull back her flirtatious efforts slightly due to the company's unique situation. "I thank you for the advice Master but I’m sure she’ll come around. However, considering the situation down here I think I will hold off on my advances for now," said the apprentice of Coatlec. She had been so intent on chasing after Initiate Shaire that she had entirely missed the task at hand. Always listening to her loins instead of her head. Oh well. She'll learn one day. Or end up dead. Something that Apollyon and Catalyst seemed to think Coatlec missed as well. This was not the case at all, however. He was simply only communicating less due to his lack of confidence that his vocal cords would work. The other Lords of the Sith, Xirr, Catalyst, Viscretus, and Apollyon, and the assassin Kevala were hard at work communicating the puzzle of the statue with each other. Well would you look at them with their fancy, working vocal cords. Wish I had that. Ah, maybe I'll attempt to speak here soon. Xirr was the first to speak up as he now seemed to think that this tomb did not in fact hold the great Kaiburr crystal. He said, "I find it hard to believe this...monstrosity... houses the legendary Kaiburr Crystal. However, perhaps it is meant to house something else...another crystal perhaps? Though I don't suspect that whatever it is will hold the same power as the Kaiburr itself. Mayhaps Lady Viscretus has come upon something." Coatlec still did not feel up to vocally conversing with the group, but he felt as though something needed to be said. He then established a mental link with the armored Lord and said, Whether or not the great Kaiburr is here, we must look for anything this tomb offers us. Perhaps it isn't a relic or crystal at all, but rather knowledge. Knowledge can certainly provide the same power as any relic could. Save the Kaiburr itself.
It was the Hand of the Emperor, Apollyon who spoke next. Her words were wise, and they were certainly consistent with the history written in the annals of the Sith libraries. She stated towards Catalyst, "There is a lot about this tomb which makes absolutely no sense, Lord Catalyst. The fact Naga Sadow was actually buried on Yavin, the fact it was allegedly built for him yet unused by him... yet within is interred a Rakatan Star Map, surely of far greater age than Sadow and of absolutely no connection to him, alongside, it is written, the personal assassin of Tulak Hord, a Dark Lord who predated Sadow by centuries, who was discovered here in stasis, and freed, by a Sith Inquisitor of the Cold War. A statue of Pomojema may simply be another mysterious historical anachronism, because it seems Lady Viscretus has found no such crystal, either, Lord Xirr." Coatlec then established a mental link with Viscretus, Apollyon, Catalyst, and Xirr, carefully excluding Kevala as she and her twin sister enjoyed threatening him so much. He wasn't exactly up for threats at this moment while he was deducing historical anachronisms. He then spoke telepathically to the four Lords, It is very strange indeed as to why this tomb is named for Naga Sadow, yet he really has no true connections to it. Perhaps the records are wrong. Maybe it wasn't built for Sadow at all, but rather for another Lord of Tulak Hord's time. That would be the only logical connection as to why a servant of Tulak Hord would have been kept here in stasis. I would venture to say that the tomb is for Hord himself but he has another tomb named for him here on Korriban.
Apollyon continued as she looked up into the hole above the passageway that the company of Sith had just come through moments before. There had to be something of importance in that hole. She continued in saying, "Only this... hole... Hm, maybe we should investigate it; there could be something in there...? Then again, maybe there is a connection... Pomojema... Pomojema... It's a stretch, I'll admit, but what if there's any linguistic relation to this... ah, mythical god I read about in the Book of Sith, a pagan god the extinct Sith species worshipped in their ancient superstitions? The Left-Handed God. Typhojem." But as soon as she said that last word, the name of the God of the ancient pureblooded red Sith, there was a flash in Coatlec's mind's eye. It was a great eye surrounded in green mist. It was terrifying. Holy kriffing fuck. My Lady, do not say that word again. She called up to Kevala, but there was not yet an answer. Xirr did not say much aside from echoing Coatlec's sentiments of not saying God's name again.
Catalyst must have gone crazy after this as he raised himself in the air on a cloud of telekinetic power, supported as well by Apollyon. He entirely disregarded Coatlec's and Xirr's pleas of not saying the Left-Handed God's name again. Coatlec was sure to sever the mental link before thinking again, Well I guess he wants to get killed. Serves him right for laying with my mother. Son of a bitch, he is. "The arm of Typhojem shall open the door," said Catalyst. And the vision of the great eye returned. It was fainter this time, but it was certainly still there. Reestablishing the link with Catalyst he said, By the Gods, my friend. Stop saying that name. And then he did the unthinkable. He plunged his arm into the hole above the doorway. But, there was nothing. Cutting the link yet again, Of course nothing happens! Just because he's Catalyst and can do no wrong. If it were me, I would have lost both arms even though I only stuck one in the god damn hole. Bah! "Back in the valley, while Viscretus was so mercifully restoring my vitality, I experienced a vision. The details aren't important here but one piece is. That name. Typhojem," spoke Catalyst and the green flaming eye returned. It was then that Coatlec snapped. And in the raspiest, almost machine-like voice he said, "STOP saying that name. Please. Have you not seen its effects?" Catalyst then continued, "I saw a great green eye, wreathed in flame and yet still emanating darkness. I heard a voice. I couldn't make out the language but somehow I knew what it said. The arm of...Well you heard me say it already. If what you said earlier is true about Pomojema and the origins of the name then that lends some plausibility to the thought. Plus the statues arm certainly has a better chance of fitting than my own. Unless anyone has a better idea, I suggest we try it." Coatlec responded back and said, "I'm on board with this plan. Lead the way, Lord Catalyst. Just don't say His name again."
By the Gods. There is so much to process. I had heard of the ancient God Typ...well I won't say his name, even in thought. But I thought before that he was just a myth or legend worshipped by the native Sith of Korriban. I see now that I am very very wrong in this regard. He is so much more. The Left-Handed God is indeed real, and he is watching us. But from where, I wonder? I sure hope that I will never find out. I doubt even our great Emperor could hold a candle to the power of an ancient God. They said He was the highest of all Sith deities. We cannot compete with that, if he does come against us. I fear all hope would be lost there. But I certainly won't go down wwithout a fight. As for Catalyst, well, he'll get what is coming to him if he keeps saying His name. I won't even have to do anything. He might just "poof" out of existence one day.
TAG: Darth Dreadwar,Volshe,Shira,Darth Catalyst,Padawan4687,dice,@lordjania
|
|
Shira
Administrator
.: Empress' Hand
Posts: 135
Likes: 114
|
Post by Shira on Dec 1, 2017 0:58:19 GMT -5
IC: The Twins
Statue Chamber, Tomb of Naga Sadow, Korriban
Scionica watched the two young women a few feet from her. An open smirk showed on her face at the Zeltron’s discomfort in reciprocation of the humanoid girl’s flirtatious behaviour. “You should be flattered, little one,” she stated, tossing her flame-hued hair. “She’s quite pretty. Prettier than most of the rancors here, at least. Why so shy? Enjoy the attention while you’re alive to receive such compliments.”
Above them, Kevala went over the results on her data-pad, only half listening to conversations below. Her attention was aware enough to register any potential threats, but, beyond that, she read over the chemical data quietly.
"Then again, maybe there is a connection...Pomojema... Pomojema... It's a stretch, I'll admit, but what if there's any linguistic relation to this... ah, mythical god I read about in the Book of Sith, a pagan god the extinct Sith species worshipped in their ancient superstitions? The Left-Handed God. Typhojem."
Kevala gasped quietly; once again she stood naked in the pool, gazing at The Eye wreathed in nauseating green. Yet, as soon as the image flashed in her mind, it was, once again, gone and she shot a venomous glare towards the caramel-skinned fool. Scionica, less reserved than her sister, snapped at Apollyon, voice dripping with panic-tinged vitriol. “Are you crazy? Didn’t you shout at someone for saying that not an hour ago?”
“Mimbanite,” Kevala called, hoping to defuse the situation before it exploded. “The statue is made of mimbanite. I don’t know how it would have gotten here, but I suppose that’s likely the puzzle that must be solved.”
She watched as one of the men, the one who seemed to have such a keen interest in her, floated up towards some hole, but she lost interest, leaping quietly back to the floor. She stiffened slightly, feeling the room swim around her in a wave of vertigo before subsiding. It had been too long since her last treatment and she hadn’t the time to waste for them now. The toll of the past few days was beginning to emerge, but she pushed the anxiety away in irritation. Green flashed in her vision once more and her icy glare turned to the man floating back to the floor. What was wrong with these people? Did they all want to die?
TAG: dice, Darth Catalyst, Darth Dreadwar, Volshe, Sedriss Nathemus the Conqueror, Padawan4687, @lordjania
|
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2017 2:07:43 GMT -5
IC: Jania Kio Location: False Tomb of Naga Sadow, Korriban Jania folded her arms as she was wondering whether Robyn was playing it super smooth or just wasn’t feeling her. Knowing that it was too soon to be the latter Jania decided to neglect her Master’s advice soon after hearing it simply due to the fact that the twin known as Scionica was intervening. Looking at the girl she had not that long ago been tasked with torturing, Jania took the moment to absorb all the girl’s features into memory. It was so crazy how Scionica looked so near to one of the girls that Jania used to be head over heels for back on Rishi; Alisha Coffman. Alisha used to be the reason Jania would wake up every morning and rush to the gym just to work out. Alisha had been employed at gym near the spaceport which was usually always filled with pirates. And the girl 3 years Jania’s senior was the one in charge of opening it every morning. Over the time she had been employed there, Alisha was well used to being gazed at with all sorts of eyes but when she noticed Jania something was different. Jania was almost a fresh breathe of air than what she was used to and because of that the then 13 year old was soon involved in her first open relationship. Having someone to wake up for, a living arrangement with an actual roof above her head every night, even having someone that would always want a hug or kiss was more than what Jania could ever ask for. And for almost a year she was living in that bliss. But as all good things come they must also depart at some point and it happened shortly after Jania turned 14 years old. Receiving a job offer as a full time bartender and dancer on Nar Shaddaa for triple the pay she was making on Rishi, Alisha accepted the offer and before she recognized the passing time she was ready to go and hadn’t yet informed Jania. Knowing the teenager would be distraught if she was told suddenly, Alisha waited until Jania was asleep that night and left. It took two days for Jania to come to the realization and five days for her to be back at her little shack on the outskirts of the town. Since then Jania had resolved to be the one straight up about her feelings and maybe that’s why she’s so openly flirtatious with Robyn. Snapping back to the present in her memories she had to recall what Scionica just said to Robyn before Jania stood up straight and walked over to the twin with a smirk on her face. Standing beside Scionica a little closer than what would be accustomed by strangers, she figured Scionica wouldn’t really throw a fuss about it. Looking over to the pink girl Jania figured she’d try a little different approach that showed she was serious about flirting with her. “Yeah Robyn you would think that I would get at least a thank you or a smile back after all the compliments I have shot. At least this.... beautiful gorgeous women here recognized my intentions. Maybe I should take you both out on a date?” She suggested making sure to keep her smirk on her face the entire time. Turning to Scionica so they could be face to face she slightly reached her hand up but didn’t make contact with the skin... yet. “What do you say about that Scionica? A three way..... as a date.” Jania made sure to switch to a seductive tone hoping that the twin would catch on that she was trying to get Robyn’s true attention while spitting game to her too. Tag: Shira, Padawan4687, Sedriss Nathemus the Conqueror, dice, Darth Catalyst, Volshe, Darth Dreadwar |
|
Shira
Administrator
.: Empress' Hand
Posts: 135
Likes: 114
|
Post by Shira on Dec 1, 2017 2:47:02 GMT -5
IC: Scionica
Statue Chamber, Tomb of Naga Sadow, Korriban
Scionica didn’t bother to stay the bubbling laughter in response to the girl’s abrupt change in tactics. She glanced down at the outstretched hand, halting just millimeters from her pale cheek, before looking between the two young women. She took a singular step forward, pressing her cheek lightly against Jania’s fingers before turning to faintly kiss at her fingertips, ebony eyes sparking as she smirked at Robyn, standing apart from them, behind Jania.
“Take you up? Are we not already on a date? What could be more thrilling than a life-or-death chase through unknown tombs?” Her low tones held traces of mockery and amusement, as though the constant threat of death could translate to a certain allure. “Of course, if you wanted to treat me afterwards, I wouldn’t find myself complaining.”
Scionica was a petty woman; she didn’t have inhibitions when it came to flaunting what she refused to others. Her eyes turned sharply to Coatlec, her chin raising faintly as she smirked before turning back to Jania. “What say you, little one? Three is better than two, after all.”
TAG: dice , Darth Catalyst , Darth Dreadwar , Volshe , Sedriss Nathemus the Conqueror , @lordjania , Padawan4687
|
|
Volshe
Administrator
.: Empress
Posts: 229
Likes: 163
|
Post by Volshe on Dec 1, 2017 3:21:48 GMT -5
IC: Darth Viscretus"Pomojema's Room", False Tomb of Naga Sadow, Korriban"The arm of Typhojem shall open the door..." So it was Typhojem. The Left-Handed God, linked by different name to various cults throughout the Galaxy - most with seemingly no relation. Missing links. Most historians saw the name as mystery, the few who had even so much as attempted to stitch together some linkage found their works were never completed. Or they disappeared, without so much as finishing. She was ignoring the bickering - yet heeding the ideas - of the group below. Certainly the name itself was purposely set to evoke a response from the tomb's enchantment. The Dark Lord who oversaw its creation was no fool, had put an excellent effort into every design and puzzle. She would not trigger the response, but it was evident that so far - it did nothing but trigger some mild enchantment. It would not be wise to risk it, though. A Sith who loved puzzles would love their little games as much, if not more. If that much hadn't been established by Coatlec's near-decapitation. Viscretus unclipped one of her lightsabers. She prepared to size up the arm of the statue in a hope they could move that alone - when a flash of green caught her eye. She spun, but did not see the green again. Not even the faintest flicker within the stone of the statue beside her. The mimbanite statue, as the one assassin had called to them. Quite the scientific mind, she had. And much more tolerable than the other. The Initiates and the Assassins were standing nearby, two of them even - as she looked closer - moving with quite the flirtatious intent. She cautiously crept along the arm, not wishing to trigger the vertigo that had plagued her since she had scaled the stone. And with a briefest pause, taking purchase on the wrist of the statue before leaping to the floor below. She landed with barely a thud, and promptly stepped only a few paces toward the gaggle. She looked back to Catalyst, Xirr and Coatlec, then Apollyon. " If we separate the arm from the statue of Pomojema" - her eyes narrowed in a glare at the two who seemed inclined to speak the other name - " it would be easily manoeuvred - unless there is a mechanism or such to move the statue. Have you seen anything on the walls here, or around the base?" She turned to the women, smiling sweetly. Her eyes and tone did not grant such favour. " If your carnal desires can simply not wait, perhaps you would do us all the favour of finding some abandoned passage...elsewhere?" TAG: Darth Catalyst , Darth Dreadwar , Sedriss Nathemus the Conqueror , Shira , dice , @lordjania , Padawan4687[/B] TAGSET: False Tomb of Naga Sadow
|
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2017 4:39:07 GMT -5
IC: Jania Kio Location: False Tomb of Naga Sadow, Korriban Jania kept her hand ever so close to the assassin’s face but she didn’t dare move the final distance. She was playing a dangerous game and knew that any closer could possibly be a step too far. Hearing Scionica laugh a little helped her relax but what happened next threw Jania off her game as she suddenly felt the soft touch of the girl’s cheek against her fingers. Shocked she didn’t dare move and ruin this moment and it would pay off as she felt the slight touch of a kiss on her fingers before bearing witness to Scionica replying in a snarky way that this could be considered a date. This girl was someone that Jania could get used to being around more often... now if only Robyn would open up and give it a chance. “I would suppose you are right my dear assassin. What better first date could we have then this riveting adventure.” Jania replied taking a step closer so that their faces were practically right on each other. She felt the intense urge to just lean forward and press lips to lips in sweet passion but would wait to see if the assassin made the move first. Having Scionica be the one to initiate contact between them would only fuel Jania more in her near lustful state. Getting lost in the gaze of her unexpected romantic connection, Jania almost didn’t hear the remark from Viscretus. Knowing she was unofficial lead of this expedition and after what she did to her Master, Jania knew it was her place to say anything and comply. That was probably what Sith tradition told of an initiate when confronted by a Master of the Dark Side. However, Jania was no Sith just yet.. she was still the street girl from Rishi who could kick ass and get the girls. Breaking her gaze with Scionica for the moment, she took a step toward Viscretus ready to tel the woman about herself. “You know you think your hot stuff don’t you? Bossing people around, hurting my Master, spouting off your Sith nonsense on every wall... if you know how to get us out of here then just do it and stop commentating on everything going on with everyone else.. is your life that boring Viscretus? Stay out of my business and I stay out of yours... And for your information if I want to kiss a girl right here then I will. So whether you have a problem or not, shut the fuck up and mind ya business.” She said harshly and haphazardly not caring about the difference in power or where they were at. In another show of defiance, Jania grew the last little bit of confidence needed to do what she felt like doing right now. Walking back over to Scionica she gently moved the girl a few feet back into the wall. Putting one hand on the wall so Scionica would felt stuck in the middle of the wall and Jania it was a single second before kissing her passionately without warning for a few moments before breaking the kiss and looking over to Viscretus. “Anything you want to add.... my Lord?” She asked exaggerating the last words with a smirk on her face. Tag: Shira, Padawan4687, Sedriss Nathemus the Conqueror, dice, Darth Catalyst, Volshe, Darth Dreadwar |
|
|
|
Post by Sedriss Nathemus the Conqueror on Dec 1, 2017 10:19:34 GMT -5
IC: Lord Raspir
Location: The Great Reap Lord Hypnos had been less than satisfied at the magician's response to his inquiry. Raspir had not exactly received any type or form of direction on finding his Lord Edworion's Mirror. The quest would be a difficult one indeed. The previously quiet Marchioness holodroid replied to the Rakatan-bodied Sith's question in saying, "It is logical that this artifact the Ari speaks of would be found in some museum or temple, perhaps a ruin." Well, yes, that is highly likely. We Sith often keep things in temples or tombs or such. "Although given the Emperor's familiar manner of speech, I had assumed he had already told you, Lord Hypnos," she continued. None of them had received any direction beyond the planetary location. "I believe your line of thought...er, programming, Anigma, is certainly a valid conclusion. Sith often keep such artifacts of power in such places."
The next events were rather strange indeed for the ancient mind of Raspir. It was like an information download from the Great Reap into the holodroid shells of Hypnos and Anigma. But the old Sith knew this not. After being in this modern day for over one hundred years now, Raspir had been exposed to such downloads before, but could still not recognize or identify such happenings. It was especially strange when the downloads went into droids that were wearing human faces. "The Great Reap tells me there are several villages ahead," said the Marchioness. "Most excellent, Anigma, we shall start there," replied the Sith. She then continued, "Perhaps it can simply ask the inhabitants." The ancient sorcerer was puzzled at this but figured it was best to just accept the abilities of the strange droids. Technology is growing powerful. Perhaps the Sith need to strike out against that. "Furthermore, no other functional spaceships are detected within the system," she said. "This is good. No foreign beings shall strike against us in our quest for the Emperor."
It would seem that the Shard Sith had gleaned the location of the Emperor's Mirror from the informational transfer from the Reap. He began to state, "The mirror is here, from what I’ve been told. The Cathedral of Spirits, deep in it’s hold." Raspir was pleased but had to inquire, "That is most excellent, but how did you come about this information?" The Shard continued, "Though it could be gone, likely stolen away. Where then it would go, I could not say. Perhaps, Lord Raspir, the Force grants you sight? If so I would bow to your mystical might. Our target is this, for those unaware. Our lead’s the Cathedral, so let us start there." Raspir quietly chuckled before responding in saying, "Yes, we shall start there. And I shan't call it the Force. For it, to me, is magic. And indeed, Lord Hypnos, I shall use it to aid our sight. Some strange creatures will likely cross our paths, but we shall be ready. But for now, let us go to the Cathedral." I sure hope it is here, though I have the strange sense that it has been taken off-world, likely in reckless hands. But nonetheless, we shall look here first. For the God-Emperor!
TAG: Darth Dreadwar ,Darth Catalyst
|
|
Padawan4687
Imperial Intelligence
.: Empress' Sword / Director of Intelligence
Posts: 133
Likes: 112
|
Post by Padawan4687 on Dec 1, 2017 16:01:11 GMT -5
IC: Robyn Shaire
Location: False Tomb of Naga Sadow, Statue roomFocusing on the mission was quickly becoming a nigh impossible challenge with an extra pair of ogling eyes. In fact, Robyn was certain her face was still heated underneath the heavy cloak by the time she noticed one of the assassin sisters... Oh Force help me, it's the unhinged one that stabbed Coatlec. “You should be flattered, little one,” she stated, tossing her flame-hued hair. “She’s quite pretty. Prettier than most of the rancors here, at least. Why so shy? Enjoy the attention while you’re alive to receive such compliments.”"I, I uh..." The Zeltron fumbled weakly before burying her face into the cloak completely. Compliments are great but this is just embarrassing! she mentally shouted at herself. The only other times I've gotten any sort of attention like this is when some lusty creep wants me on my back!“Yeah Robyn," came Jania's voice, and Robyn saw her suddenly snapping back to attention as though her mind had been elsewhere, "You would think that I would get at least a thank you or a smile back after all the compliments I have shot. At least this..." the girl smirked before continuing with "... beautiful woman here recognized my intentions." She then began very deliberately making her way over to the assassin with that same infernal smile on her face. "Maybe I should take you both out on a date?” Turning to Scionica so they could be face to face she reached up with a hand but suddenly paused, as though not wanting to make contact. “What do you say about that Scionica? A three way... as a date.” Jania's tone went low and coy, and Robyn would have rolled her eyes if the cloak wasn't hiding most of her head from view. A "three-way date". Robyn thought, lowering the cloak just enough to reveal her frowning eyes. You spend from the moment you arrived staring at me like a romance-holofilm protagonist, and now you're suddenly open to bedding multiple partners? And so funny that you have some resemblance of restraint towards her and not me! Or... what, is she hoping to- Bubbling laughter from Scionica brought Robyn back to attention, and she almost dropped the cloak hiding her face. “Take you up?" the assassin asked, "Are we not already on a date? What could be more thrilling than a life-or-death chase through unknown tombs?” Her low tones held traces of mockery and amusement, as though the constant threat of death was somehow enticing. “Of course, if you wanted to treat me afterwards, I wouldn’t find myself complaining.” Scionica was a petty woman; she didn’t have inhibitions when it came to flaunting what she refused to others. Her eyes turned sharply to Coatlec, her chin raising faintly as she smirked before turning back to Jania. “What say you, little one? Three is better than two, after all.”You can have her. You're actually receptive! Robyn thought, responding by whipping her cloak aside and turning her back on the show of lust in front of her. She tuned out Jania's response, but noted just how breathy her tone was getting. "I do NOT need to see a blasted makeout session, in a tomb." she hissed to herself, pressing a hand against her face. "If your carnal desires can simply not wait, perhaps you would do us all the favour of finding some abandoned passage...elsewhere?" a new voice, Lady Viscretus's, forced Robyn to look up yet again and watch her approach. Just like many times before, her smile and eyes were nowhere near matching... but she had to admit she appreciated some form of solidarity. Even if it was just to suggest that they find somewhere out of sight. I'll have to put a wall up if I'm going to keep them out of mind though, she thought, running a pink hand through her hair and reluctantly turning back around to face the "couple". To her surprise, Jania and Scionica weren't quite kissing yet! Instead, it looked like they were swimming in the other's eyes. "What are you waiting for?" she muttered darkly, not intending for anybody to hear. "There's no way you're being modest now..." Robyn was expecting the two to hold hands and run out of sight so she could finally think again. What she wasn't expecting, even from one as bold as Jania, was a curse-laden rant. Actually... that sounds just like the sort of lust-fueled thing she would do, in the short amount of time I've met this girl. Robyn willed her jaw to stay in place, but it finally dropped when her taunt was through and she moved to pin her partner against the wall. Poor Robyn couldn't quite turn away fast enough. She's dead. I hope you enjoy that kiss, because I suspect it'll be the last one you ever get!“Anything you want to add.... my Lord?” Jania asked, exaggerating the last words with a smirk on her face. "You..." Robyn pressed both hands to her head in sheer frustration for a few seconds, and she finally snapped. "Idiot!" she rounded on the new Acolyte with smoldering red eyes and blazed on with, "You blasted hormone-addled idiot! Jania! How about you do me a favor, and come back to us when you can actually think and be useful! Or is the reason why you want a smart girl because you literally can't think at all beyond your bed, including self-preservation?! Look!" She widely gestured with a hand to the giant statue behind her, and the hallway entrance to the previous room, "You are in a Sith's tomb! There is a world of difference between this puzzle filled maze, and a blasted nightclub bar, in case you haven't noticed!"The Zeltron paused only to take a breath, suddenly seized with a violent desire of her own. She bit her tongue and resisted, pressing her arms and hands tightly against her sides. "And you must think I'm some jealous dancer with that little show you were trying to pull," her voice dropped to a hostile snarl, and suddenly her anger's laser focus grew a little clouded. From her time on Tatooine and even with her old Jedi Master beside her, these open and shameless attempts at flirting were everywhere. At least back then, she'd had a taller and much more authoritative-looking woman to turn lecherous eyes away... Now, not so much. "Toss a few sweet nothings a Zeltron's way and she'll show you a good time, eh? Is that what you were hoping for?""You're all the same." Robyn answered her own questions with a disbelieving snort. "I wouldn't give you the time of day even if you paid me, you lecherous creep!" The wave of anger she'd been riding on was already starting to sink, and that stupid promise to help the girl stay alive rang out at the back of her head. Somehow that wish still stayed true as even as she was in the depths of frustration. There was a chance of her own shouting, out of character in and of itself, being enough to redirect or at the very least "soften" the Sith Lady's reaction. TAG: Darth Catalyst , dice , Volshe , Sedriss Nathemus the Conqueror , @lordjania , Darth Dreadwar , Shira ,
|
|
|
|
Post by Darth Voidwalker on Dec 3, 2017 11:15:59 GMT -5
IC: Voidwalker Empty room, the Artificer, hyperspace As Karina sat on the in the empty room it seemed that what Draven had said to her had finally seemed to sink in and she was taking the impromptu lesson more serious now. " Feel the Force flow and feel how it touches everything around you. These are your first steps into a much bigger world. I don't know your story and honestly I don't care, but for some reason you were never trained on how to use the Force. That should be a shame in itself. The Force is a tool that is to be used, by not using it your crippling yourself more than you have ever been with your prosthetic legs." There was truth in what Voidwalker said, or at least he believed it to be truth. He would help this girl understand the Force but he would not teach her everything he knew or spoon feed her. " To quote the late Sith Darth Bane " The strong always stepped forward; the weak had no choice but to follow." " This means that you must be strong in order to survive. Do you understand?" At least now she's actually concentrating, at any rate she might be able to make the Holocron move or levitate it or even knock it over. Doesn't matter in the end if I feel she's a threat or might bring harm to my mission I'll simply end her.Garn walked into the empty room where Karina and Voidwalker had been it seemed he couldn't wait to give a history lesson. " Darth Ramage, one of the Sith Lords of Bane's line, followed the Rule of Two, he did, an old creed that there should only be two Dark Lords at one time, condemned as heresy by the Sith Empire. If legend speaks true, Ramage was in possession of an artifact of great power called the Wand of Rending, capable not only of carving runes to concentrate Sith magick, but overpowering any lightsaber used against it, slicing right through it like it was just a harmless ol' glowstick. But the Wand did not save Ramage, apparently; he was sealed in a Korriban tomb by his apprentice Darth Urmage, who'd become master to Darth Tenebrous, who taught Darth Plagueis, who taught the man who'd become Emperor Palpatine." Well I suppose that answers my question of who Ramage was. To be a Sith from the line of Bane, that must have been challenging. Only two Dark Lords at a time, that's preposterous, how did they truly expect our order to live? Still here we are today...I suppose something has to be said about the strength of the Sith from that time. I must know what secrets this Holocron holds and what I can learn.Draven's thoughts quickly returned to the moment in the present and he found Garn still rambling on more of his history lesson. " I've been searching for it all over, I have - I bet it'd contain its fair share of Sith treasures. Not just the Wand of Rending, but all of Ramage's gadgetry of dark science. Maybe even the... wait, the holocron..." Suddenly Garn was cut off as the Holocron started to Glow a crimson red that equaled the color of Voidwalker's Lightsabers. With a low pitch hum the light grew brighter finally coming to life. From the Holocron came the Hologram of the Gatekeeper. The form of this Gatekeeper was nothing more than a hooded shadow with no distinct features. If this Gatekeeper was in the form of Darth Ramage or another Voidwalker did not know. Finally the Gatekeeper spoke in a dark, low tone. " Have the Sith fallen so far? You are both as nothing; what has happened to our line?" The ghostly blue Gatekeeper opened his hands and holographic images of his predecessors flashing by in rapid succession. Bane was first then followed by Zannah and Cognus, and many many more. The Gatekeeper drew his hands back to a steeple and the images vanished. The Gatekeeper would speak again, this time with a tone of disappointment in his voice. " How much time has passed... how many generations of Sith have there been?" My apprentice was unworthy of the title; we must have fallen, for neither of you are true Sith. The line of Bane is dead. I will show the weak nothing." " I recognize Bane and his apprentice Zannah, as for the others I'm not familiar with. Garn do you know any of the others?" Voidwalker would ask as he started pacing back and forth across the small room, pondering upon what the Gatekeeper had said. Before Garn had a chance to reply Voidwalker stopped in right in front of the Gatekeeper and with a familiar look in his eye and a darkening tone in his voice he addressed the Gatekeeper. " The Sith have not fallen, we are united under the Emperor Darth Dreadwar! If I had to guess I would say somewhere of at least 300 years has past, so there's been many generations of Sith. The line of Bane is dead, your line became so corrupted and destroyed itself from the inside out. Dreadwar has brought he Sith order back to glory! Let's get one thing straight Gatekeeper, I am Darth Voidwalker Lord of the Sith, and I am far from nothing or weak, so reveal your knowledge with me before I'm forced to take it by force!" TAG: Darth Dreadwar kurtishenschel |
|
darthramage
Citizen
*currently entombed*
Posts: 33
Likes: 39
|
Post by darthramage on Dec 3, 2017 19:57:52 GMT -5
IC: Darth Ramage
Beyond Shadows
(Late 189 BBY)
"Master, these coordinates don't appear valid on my nav-computer." The young lord Tenebrous had heard stories of secret hyperspace routes around the labor dorms in his youth. Some routes were only stable at certain times under certain conditions, and were locked on most navicomputers to prevent daring spacers from bouncing off of a rogue star, or igniting a small gas cloud.
"You question me too freely, apprentice. We will travel here for now, this system is unknown to the Republic, and the Jedi."
Urmage replied, in annoyance.
"Is this the location of another Sith temple master?" Tenebrous thought back to the small forest moon Duxn. He had called the small planetoid home for nearly five years, often spending the short trance-like state that the Bith species called sleep cross-legged facing the tomb of Freedon Nadd himself.
"No.." The Sith Lord said ominously. "This is the location of your next trial. If you can not surpass your current limitations, you will die on this planet. Kursid has been something of a right of passage among the Sith for many generations. I am curious to see what they will have in store for us this time. Prepare yourself apprentice, we will arrive in seven hours."
Both ships engaged their hyperdrives yet again.
-Jedi Grand Master Yoda
"Disturbing news, Admiral Embry. Truly disturbing.. Sympathy, the council has, for the loss of your men. Agreed, also, I have to your suggestion. Lead the investigation myself, I will."
"Thank you, Master Jedi. I will order my investigation team to secure the area and take no further action until you arrive." The surprisingly young man, who appeared no more than forty bent at the waist in a respectful bow as the Jedi closed the holoscreen with the wave of his three-fingered hand.
"Leave at once, I must. Bring with me, Jedi Master Qornah and his young Padawan, I think. He has returned from a trade dispute on Kuat, his skill with difficult investigation, I will need.
The members of the council all nodded their concent and the small Jedi sprang from his low circular chair. A look of resolve fell on his face as he exited the spire.
- Kursid's Sacred Plateau, Oro-Runnya.
The two light fighter craft exited hyperspace above a beautiful blue-green planet obviously untouched by the ravages of galactic industry, few habitable planets outside of the Republic's heritage preservation program like Alderaan could boast such a gorgeous appearance. 'Kursid' was oddly named. As it was, in fact, a paradise.
Urmage led the two Sith lords down towards a particularly green patch in the planet's southern hemisphere.
"There Master, at the mouth of that river. My sensors are picking up massive life signs. We need to lower our altitude in order to avoid detection." The Bith said.
"There is no need. On the contrary, we are going to make a grand entrance. The natives here both worship and fear us. Their finest warriors seek their death in ceremonial battle to bring both honor to their house, and entrance into their afterlife. We are gods on this planet, but they train their whole lives to fight the Sith."
Urmage remembered his own trip to this planet, roughly 30 years ago. The population was still fighting with bows and metal weapons, though his master remarked that the planet had advanced from crude bronze and iron weaponry to what appeared to be mass produced steel implements in the short century since his own visit.
"Here you will learn how to draw upon the fear of those around you. Learn its taste, its color. Not only your own passions can fuel the dark side, but those of the people around you as well, only by learning to draw on the emotions of others can you unlock your true potential as a Sith."
"I understand, my Master." The young teenage Bith replied.
"No.. but you will." Urmage replied over the comm, as they both streaked over a large city of clay brick buildings, some as tall as three stories or more. Thousands of smoke trails appearing from chimneys both large and small dotted the skyline. The Twi'lek smiled as ballista bolts arced impotently beneath the twin ships which quickly made two circuits around the city of what appeared to be fifty thousand.
"Adjust course to bearing 073, about three kilometers away is a large plateau, we will land and wait. It will not take them long." Within the hour over ten thousand Kursid males began the march to what they called "Oro-Runnya" or, "The Red Hill".
-Jedi Master Qornah and Padawan Kibh Jeen doing their morning form three sequences on Korriban.
"Good. Very Good, young Padawan. Master Qornah has not changed, I see. Strict was he in his training, even as a youngling."
Both master and apprentice extinguished their lightsabers as Yoda, the Grandmaster of the order himself, walked out to look down upon the desolate landscape before the three Jedi. "Begin early, we must. Korriban is known for its frequent sand storms. Buried may be, much of the evidence we seek." Yoda said quietly.
"Master Yoda, do you think that there is any chance they could still be alive?" The Padawan asked.
"Impossible, to say. The dark side clouds everything on this planet. Mindful must we be here, Hmm! This is the home of The Sith." Yoda spoke with more volume now. "He couldn't be implying the kriffing Sith had anything to do with this, right?" Kibh Jeen thought to himself.
As if his master had been reading his very thoughts, Master Qornah finally spoke.
"Master Yoda... Surely you aren't saying that some rogue Jedi was involved in this incident? The first thing I did was check the Jedi records for any recent departures from the order, we haven't had a Jedi Knight leave the order in over three decades, and she currently serves as queen of the Independent system of Naboo. We haven't had someone take the Borash vow in a century. All evidence right now indicates that our patrol from Elum stumbled on a pair of experienced bounty hunters who had been using Korriban as some sort of hideout. Possibly Trandoshans, but probably Mandalorians in this part of the Galaxy."
Yoda closed his eyes. It was difficult to center one's thoughts on this planet. A pervasive fog of malice seemed to envelop the planet. The wind seemed to bite at his ears. The cold of the night made the ship groan as if the atmosphere itself was trying to crush them. The days were worse, the intensity of the heat from Korriban's single sun was unlike any other, patrols had been limited to once a day by the commanding officer. They had already lost three men to heatstroke in the initial search for the missing Jedi. "No, not the Sith. But sense a deeper plot, I do. Fetch the speeder from cargo bay two, Padawan. Go, we must."
- The Kursid High Priest
Within the hour over ten thousand Kursid males began the march to what they called "Oro-Runnya" or, "The Red Hill".
The Bith was pacing back and forth, lightsaber drawn in anticipation of battle.
"Good.. I can sense the bloodlust in you child. Can you see their deaths?" Urmage asked with a sinister growl.
"I can see the dark side, I can see them in the force master. Insignificant. I can already feel my power growing, it is as if the dark side has rewarded me for actions I have not already taken.."
"..But you have." Urmage cut him off. "Simply by stepping foot on this planet, you sealed the fates of these brave warriors. They were dead the moment you were born."
The first volley of arrows fell harmlessly to the ground twenty yards away from the two Sith.
"We should not keep them waiting." Without a word, the two sith transformed into black blurs tearing across the landscape in opposite directions. Both kicked up a torrent of debris in their wake and within seconds the entire Kursid army had been encircled by billowing clouds of dust.
Urmage was the first to strike from their concealment. What seemed to be a waterfall of force lightning erupted from his hands sending nearly thirty men into the air, each one convulsing as if he was gripping an industrial power coupling.
The natives reacted to the assault with astounding speed. "Bastol!" Came a cry from the center of the massive group as several thousand arrows were launched into the source of the blast. As if on instinct, Darth Tenebrous reached out with the force using both hands. The hail of arrows froze in the sky nearly halfway through their flight, as his master's own attack suddenly stopped. Urmage was stunned, the wave of dark side energy that had just erupted from his apprentice was stronger than anything he had ever felt from the boy. To use telekinesis on such a grand scale would have taken several moments of preparation for the Sith Lord, and yet the child had just done the same as if such a thing was rudimentary. The Sith quickly regained his composure and in an attempt to display his own mastery of the force, summoned the dark side around him in a massive burst of energy. The wave redirected the floating cloud of arrows back down upon its source. Within seconds of firing, archers were being cut down by their own fletchings. That was enough show for Lord Tenebrous. He drew his lightsaber once again, this time dashing directly into the mass of charging fighters.
Nearly three hours later the pair sat together, perched atop the palanquin of the now dead high priest, both covered in the blood of nearly ten thousand men. Urmage was staring at the boy beside him, in Tenebrous he saw the death of the Jedi.
The patience and political deception of his former master's grand plan were the old ways. Too slow for his liking, instead
Urmage had discovered the remains of an entity with the power to destroy the Jedi from the inside out, M'nggal-M'nggal. With his apprentice, the Sith could together reanimate the long dead being using ancient Sith alchemy and adapt that creature's power into a mindless semi-animate plague. The thought of breaking the towers over a vacant Jedi temple on Coruscant brought a smile to the Twi'lek's typically hard features. "Come, Darth Tenebrous. It has been long enough for the Republic to have given up interdicting every pair of small ships they come across. Now we head to the Cularin system, on Almas I will finally show you my plan to kill the Jedi once and for all."
- Yoda, leading the group of Jedi to the last known location of Master Xi Krenla-Waz and his young Padawan.
"There, Master!"
The young Jedi Padawan sprung from the decelerating speeder into a front flip before landing gracefully in front of a small angular piece of durasteel, mostly covered in fine red sand. Using the force, Kibh Jeen summoned the debris from the ground, what appeared to be the front three feet of a Republic scout speeder emerged from its burial. "I've found something!"
"Indeed, something." Yoda said, slowly steeping up onto the edge of the resting speeder. "What make of this, do you, Master Qornah?" The last Jedi stepped forward, grasping the wreckage from the air. "This is definitely a piece of one of our missing speeder bikes, Master. Looks like it was severed from the main chassis by some sort of plasma blast, perhaps an IED set up by the attackers. It's a clean cut. Whoever was riding this speeder would have been thrown into the ground with quite a bit of force, assuming the blast didn't kill them. Question is, where are the rest of the debris?" The two younger Jedi scanned the nearby area. Nothing. "With our missing Jedi, the remaining evidence will be." Yoda closed his eyes again, reaching out with the force, after a moment the Grand Master lifted his arm in the direction of an already shattered portion of the nearby rock face. The other Jedi surprisingly hadn't noticed the abnormality in the otherwise smooth quarry stone almost thirty yards away. Amazingly the rocks began to tremble, one by one, the boulders were lifted and set beyond the entrance of the new open cave.
Inside were the crushed remains of two speeders, as well as the missing Jedi.
"The fool. If that troublesome rat finds them, It does not matter how ingenious his new plot is. They are no match for Yoda."
Ramage thought to himself in the silence of the void.
(Part 3)
|
|
|
|
Post by patrickx31 on Dec 3, 2017 23:02:56 GMT -5
IC: Gez'segiUndercity Turbotrain, Coruscant
Gez'segi would notice the Farghul making his way up the ceiling, but before she could do anything, not only did the lights go out due to his escape, but that Gezzy suddenly felt someone giving her a bear hug grip from behind. She would attempt at a struggle but all she was able to do was wiggle and move her feet all over the place. Which when she planted her feet back on the ground, something was underneath her left foot. Felt almost paper like, but that would have to wait until the person was taken care of. 'It's one thing after another with this train. I wonder if I can get away with killing everybody here? No. No again I gotta keep a low profile.' She thought to herself as she turned around to try and get a facial identity, only to figure out that it's the thug from earlier. 'You again? Alright, no more games.' "You will let me go. You WILL let me." Not only understanding that he's already slightly influenced by her emotional powers, but that she would repeated the suggestive mind trick in a more bold tone. If the mink trick works, she would grab whatever her foot caught onto and hope that her partner was able to chase after the farghul.
Darth Dreadwar, Volshe, gorzan
|
|
|
|
Post by Darth Voidwalker on Dec 3, 2017 23:06:06 GMT -5
IC: Nox Talus Location: The Triumphant, Hyperspace The release of the gas had done its job, almost everyone was dead, and the new comer had easily killed those that survived the gas. During the events of getting everyone to safety in the rafters and killing the remaining cultists and the unexpected and impressive entrance of the two new comers, that a small group of the cultists had gotten away using the lifts the the other two females had used prior. It had seemed that some of the people he encountered earlier had indeed survived the attack and the gas. He recognized the girl he had yelled out to earlier, the girl that had been with her, and the odd colored Zabrak that had thrown a helpless man right in the way of danger. Still he wasn't sure who had invaded his mind moments before. All he could do is hope they showed themselves or that they laid amongst the dead. It would seem orders where being passed around telepathically as everyone seemed to rush off into different directions seemingly all at once. Suddenly it became clear that Nox was meant to apparently just stay put, that or they had no use for him now. The large man and small female apparently was of use, as the man turned into a Raven, no doubt the the dark arcane arts. The girl however jumped straight into the lift shaft and started climbing. Who are these people?Before everyone was out of sight however, the familiar voice reappeared in the mind of Nox. My friend, do not be alarmed that I am entering your head. I mean no harm. I am simply speaking telepathically in order to shield our words away from the enemy and the outside. I wish to know your name. I see much potential in you if you embrace a larger view of the Force. But for now, stick close to Lady A'dola, and do not do anything too rash. We are all allies here. And if we do make it through this day, I wish to teach you what I have learned in my travels. I believe you will find it most useful. I will help you find your balance as you seem broken right now. But fear not, my friend. I will walk with you on this journey. You shall not be alone. Perhaps we will journey away from this New Galactic Empire in the future, and we may journey to the birthplace of my Order, the Je'daii. The planet itself has a balance in the Force that I have never felt anywhere else in all my years. I must leave you now, but we will speak again.My name is of no concern to you, and as I said before I will help you, death is not my most desired option for the day. Lady A'dola? We will speak more once this is through. I'll do what I feel is necessary.Who is this Lady A'dola? How will I know to stay close to... Nox realized that the Woman he was quarrying about was the Woman standing still near him, the same one he referred to as a fool girl. Had she only listened to me and struck that fool down this entire situation would be done with! Perhaps I should strike her down for her for her incompetence...no, no, NO! I cannot do that, she a member of the New Galactic Empire. From what I seen earlier she must be important for that fool to have payed her so much attention. Besides if it wasn't for her and this vessel I would still be on Odessen, so I am thankful for that. But still she needs to pay for her failure! Besides those freaks truly only seemed interested in her. The others that attacked were only following orders. Also probably because they assumed we were all her Soldiers, so eliminate her and save everyone else. The loss of one life to save the lives of many seems to be the logical strategy, a means to an end. By the Force what is wrong with me? I can't think like that! This Woman, this Lady A'dola is only doing what's best and what's right. This isn't her fault!Nox would take a moment and contain himself before pulling back the hood of his robe revealing his green eyes and bearded face. His features seemed rough as if a veteran many years after a war. His silhouette was lean, eyes closed by the light, yet sharp as a hawk. He had the look of both predator and prey. Once he felt that he was contained enough to keep his thoughts in check he turned to face her. There was no use in denying it, Lady A'dola was an attractive woman and Nox was still a man. But for him it wasn't her soft porcelain skin or even her cascade of dirty-blond curls, or even her eyes, it was how she carried and presented herself. She is quite the looker, I think I hate her. There's just something about her that reminds her of....me. The resilient knight, forever calm in the face of danger. Risking your own life for the greater good of the galaxy. There's just something about her. Something around the eyes, I don't know, reminds me of...me. No. I'm sure of it, I hate her. As Nox felt his thoughts slipping again back to the dark place within his mind he quickly shot Lady A'dola a quick soft friendly smile and looked away down towards the hanger floor. As he peered down to the floor that was still covered by the Cyogen gas he seen the man he had saved earlier still barely still alive and seeming to accept his death. Nox quickly opened a mental connection to the Lady A'dola. WOMAN! I, I, I, mean Lady A'dola there's a survivor down on the floor of the hanger. I saved the man earlier during the attack. I didn't save his life just to let him die from the poison gas. Help me get him to safety. How do we clear this gas?TAG: Darth Dreadwar Shira Padawan4687 Sedriss Nathemus the Conqueror Lord Vassago Volshe |
|
dice
Citizen
Posts: 84
Likes: 65
|
Post by dice on Dec 4, 2017 0:22:19 GMT -5
IC: Darth XirrStatue Room, Beneath Sadow's Tomb, Korriban Lord Catalyst had a very different reaction to the uttering of the hallowed words than Xirr had. As Xirr's tall muscled form crumpled into a red heap beside him, Catalyst cast a knowing glance down towards his shoulder. Xirr missed what happened next, and before he had regained his composure, Catalyst had leaped effortlessly into the acrid air above them, holding himself steady upon a cloud of the force. Then he thrust his hand into the hole Viscretus had shed light upon earlier. He muttered something to himself that Xirr couldn't decipher through the deafening silence of the statue room. Xirr waited for something to happen, for Catalyst to have solved the puzzle. But nothing did. The silence that was all too familiar persisted, the statue kept its position, towering ominously above the group of comparably tiny sith. Catalyst withdrew his arm and gently floated back to the worked stone that the others stood upon. Catalyst began explaining himself as Xirr listened intently “Back in the valley,” he started, “while Viscretus was so mercifully restoring my vitality, I experienced a vision. The details aren't important here but one piece is. That name. Typhojem.” As the word left his lips Xirr recoiled slightly, expecting more shrieks from the depths of his subconscious. None came. “I saw a great green eye, wreathed in flame and yet still emanating darkness. I heard a voice. I couldn't make out the language but somehow I knew what it said. The arm of..” he trailed off, something holding him back from saying the name again. The silence that fell after he finished was more stifling even than before “Well you heard me say it already.” He pointed at the arcane mark embedded in his arm. “I thought that at the very least this might trigger something but I was wrong. I'm thinking that he might, however.” He nodded his head towards the statue. “If what you said earlier is true about Pomojema and the origins of the name then that lends some plausibility to the thought. Plus the statue's arm certainly has a better chance of fitting than my own.” He floated back down to the ground and looked around. “Unless anyone has a better idea, I suggest we try it.” Xirr nodded, listening to Catalyst intently. For once he had no witty response or quip. He was silent. Behind the group, the mood was much more jovial. Jania continued her advances upon Robyn, regardless of her Master's wishes. “You should be flattered, little one,” Scionica began, bringing her ivory hand up to toss her fiery hair “She’s quite pretty. Prettier than most of the rancors here, at least. Why so shy? Enjoy the attention while you’re alive to receive such compliments.” Xirr looked back to them, chuckling lightly before returning his attention to the matter at hand. "If we separate the arm from the statue of Pomojema" Viscretus began as she approached the group "it would be easily manoeuvred - unless there is a mechanism or such to move the statue. Have you seen anything on the walls here, or around the base?" Xirr made as if he was about to speak but was quickly silenced by the scene that unfolded behind him "M'lady I-" He stopped as Jania erupted in her crude show of defiance. He simply shook his head at her nativity. She would have been a promising acolyte. Unfortunate that her simple survival instincts were... sub-par. Regardless one less person to worry about down here isn't something I'm opposed to. Xirr thought to himself. Before he looked to Viscretus with anticipation as he awaited the inevitable retribution that was to be thrust upon the prospective acolyte.
TAG: Darth Dreadwar , Volshe , Shira , Darth Catalyst , Padawan4687 , Sedriss Nathemus the Conqueror , @lordjania
|
|
|
|
Post by kurtishenschel on Dec 4, 2017 2:52:15 GMT -5
IC: Karina Empty room, the Artificer, hyperspace Karina did her best to ignore what the man said in his little comparison between how she was crippled in the force and physically. It wasn't exactly a easy topic and nobody knew the story behind it just bits of the truth covered with lies. The captain probably got the most truth of it but even then that was riddled with enough lies to keep some mystery about her. Her anger from his comments about her legs helped make opening the Holocron easier so some good come out of it. She tried to tune out the little chit chat going on and maintain focus on the sith device. She was surprised to open her eyes and find a red glow engulfing the room as the device opened for the first time in a long time. Karina got up as the holocron settled on the floor and projected a image of the man that once owned it. She crossed her arms as the thing spoke regarding them as lesser beings almost. She had to hold in a scoff since she figured the thing would be relieved to know it didn't get buried in some tomb or melted down. It was almost typical for the AI to be condescending since Karina never considered herself the lucky type or the kind to have things go easy on a routine basis. She stayed silent as voidwalker tried convincing the thing he was worthy and eventually turned to look at Garn. "Maybe we should threaten to destroy it if the thing doesn't tell us what we want to know. If it's anything like a droid that'll be all it takes to get that smug attitude away for good." She smirked a little since she managed to get a few droids to squirm under the threat of being melted down or shut off for good. It almost made her forget they couldn't think for themselves much outside of programming. Returning her focus at the task at hand she kept her eyes on the thing waiting to see if it would spit up whatever it knew or if they'd have to try harder. Tags: Darth Voidwalker Darth Dreadwar |
|
Shira
Administrator
.: Empress' Hand
Posts: 135
Likes: 114
|
Post by Shira on Dec 4, 2017 22:29:56 GMT -5
NPC Control with permission from Volshe
IC: Shira A’dolaTriumphant Hangar Bay, Hyperspace//You’ll have my assistance. Any further insight on his whereabouts will expedite my search.// Shira sighed in relief and sent him images and limited schematics of the ship, drawing a mental line from where they stood in the hangar bay to the prison blocks that Toxmalb had been taken to. There was the chance, the strong chance that the sorcerer was no longer resident to his cell, but any information to his whereabouts could be the key to their survival. A swell of power rose within the hangar and Shira winced slightly, looking back down towards the ground, but, aside from a faint haze of black smoke, the two were gone. She shook her head and refocused, watching members of her party race off after their enemies. //WOMAN!// Slate eyes whipped around, glaring icily at the man whom she had ordered to stay. //I-I..I mean Lady A'dola there's a survivor down on the floor of the hanger. I saved the man earlier during the attack. I didn't save his life just to let him die from the poison gas. Help me get him to safety. How do we clear this gas?// Force awareness scoured the floor below, locating the man Nox mentioned. He was lying prone, unconscious. Her senses swept his vitals, weighing his health in a measure of pros and cons, tallies that would negatively or positively benefit their survival. This was a measure of leadership for which Shira always had to bury her revulsion; seeing individuals as objects less than worthy of life in order to determine statistics. Shira chewed her bottom lip absentmindedly, allowing herself a few seconds to assess the situation. This man was sick. Very sick, in fact, and she had no way of knowing whether he would be able to function. If nothing else, he can stay in the tunnel while we run after Toxmalb..., she thought quietly to herself, and her mind was made up. A pulse of Force power jolted from her into the man’s mind and he awoke. Shira impressed the situation upon him, a sense of urgency dripping through the temporary mental link. //Run!// she shouted, lending him some of her Force power to supplement for his infirmity. She reached a hand down as he climbed up, hauling him into the tunnel before palming the door shut and slamming her hand down on a knob. Screaming filled the tunnel from behind the blast-doors as the air, cyanogen, bodies and shuttles alike were sucked into the vortex of electric blue that was hyperspace. She clamped hands over her sensitive ears before pressing the button that would re-instate the mag-shields, breathing a sigh of relief as the screaming ceased. “Can you follow us? Will you be of any use to us?” Her words, directed at the newcomer, were short, filled with a quiet tenseness, an anxious need to hunt and pursue her enemies. “We must leave immediately. If you are too ill we will leave you here until we can return for you. You will be safe here until then. I need an answer now.”
TAG: Darth Dreadwar, Volshe, Darth Voidwalker, Lord Vassago
|
|
|
|
Post by Lord Vassago on Dec 4, 2017 22:50:18 GMT -5
IC: Darth VassagoAboard The Triumphant , in pursuit.Air rushed through the silky, obsidian feathers of the raven’s form as he cut quickly through tunnels, giving new meaning to the word “haste”. The Dark Lord’s mind was focused on the fleeing cultists. He reached out through the Force in an attempt to seek their signatures, trying to keep track of them in the massive vessel. In that instant, however, his senses were bombarded by the signature of something else entirely, something different. When he focused the beady eyes of his raven-form, Vassago saw an end to his search, a platform lay ahead of him, but upon the platform was the source of that intrusive signature. A wretch, not nearly organic enough to be called human, stood on the platform, directly in his path. His eyes scanned the area surrounding this beast, quickly deciding if there was a safe path around the lobotomized opposition. Vassago quickly discerned such a path, even using the Force to aide him, carried with it too much risk. It was safer, instead, to deal with the obstruction…personally. Vassago slowed his approach, the wings of his raven form pushing backward to ensure his landing would be precise, and in a swirl of ash-colored smoke, the Dark Lord descended on the platform where the bone-ridden, rotting guard stood. He descended on the platform with his arms extended outward, producing a more imposing silhouette, causing his cloak to billow and ripple in the air around him. Thud. The Dark Lord stuck a solid landing, the heft of it was absorbed by the walking stick he held in his right hand. He landed kneeling just slightly to absorb the residual impact, but quickly got back to a vertical base. His eyes locked with what was left in the sockets of the Master Knight ahead of him, though Vassago surely had no indication of the decomposing man’s former rank. He knew, certainly, that time was of the essence and a formal stand-off would be an utter waste of valuable moments. He could also deduce, from the state of the being in front of him, that attempting to reason would do nothing. “I’m afraid I don’t have time for this,” Vassago spoke, though he was not expecting a coherent response, “you’re in my way.” With his words still hanging in the air, even and calm, he extended his free hand and effortlessly commanded a volley of white-hot lightning from the tips of his fingers. The bolts streamed forth, crackling purple and blue, streaking through the air at the grisly figure standing in his path. TAG: Darth Dreadwar
|
|
|
|
Post by Sedriss Nathemus the Conqueror on Dec 4, 2017 23:43:06 GMT -5
IC: Azarius Qazoi
Location: The Triumphant, hyperspace en route to Zakuul
Much was going on on the glorious Empress' flagship. Rhandites, Toxins, other sects and refugees, random visitors storming in through the force and then turning into birds. There was a task at hand, find the Rhandites and rid the Triumphant of them. But to the Zabrak Je'daii, there was a more interesting topic about. The broken man, the former Jedi Nox Talus, though this name was not known to Azarius. Azarius had sent him a telepathic message, and now he had received a response from the man. He said, My name is of no concern to you, and as I said before I will help you, death is not my most desired option for the day. Lady A'dola? We will speak more once this is through. I'll do what I feel is necessary. Azarius could only respond in saying, So let it be as the Force wills it.
But now the group searching for the remaining Sorcerers of Rhand was faced with a new challenge as they entered the corridor. None other than a couple dozen technobeasts. Azarius had heard of the vile mutations that a Sith alchemical ritual known as mechu deru vitae could do through his many travels searching for knowledge of the balance in the Force. And in his travels, he had also learned that the cyborgs had many easily exploitable weaknesses, especially for Force-wielders. The beasts were susceptible and vulnerable to basic Force attacks including telekinesis and lightning as well as lightsaber strikes. Azarius knew these things, and he had a fair measure of doubt that Alisha or anyone else around him had such knowledge as well. So it was up to him. He addressed the company, "Lady Tano, and all of you, our new allies, these are technobeasts. They may look vile, but they are easily beaten. We're going at them with the Force, with our lightsabers, and anything else we can throw at them! All to me, let's hit them with everything we have!!" With that, the Zabrak's arms began crackling with electricity as he sent out a wave of Force Lightning from each of his hands spreading out to each side. And then, with a snap-hiss, the Je'daii ignited his pearly silver lightsabers and was ready for whatever attack would come his way. Technobeasts. They shouldn't be too much of a problem. I'm more worried about everything else that's going on on the Triumphant. It's going insane. Let us hope that the Rhandites do not make it to free their Lorekeeper as he would wreak even more havoc on the ship. As for the stormy newcomers, I can only hope that they will aid us in the fight. I did pick up a strange Dark aura from them though. Definitely not Rhandites, however. But that man, he must make it out of here alive. And while I have a respect for Lady A'dola as a Febrayasi, she has not been an effective leader ever since Empress Volshe disappeared. Of course it's only my opinion. But all will resolve itself in time...all is as the Force wills it.
TAG: Padawan4687,Darth Dreadwar,Volshe (I guess that's all I should tag)
|
|
