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Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2018 0:30:45 GMT -5
IC: Jania Kio Location: Wall of Prophecy, False Tomb of Naga Sadow Jania was thankful to see Scionica ok but when the woman focused on her sister and didn’t even give the slightest thanks, the young hybrid growled a low low tone before she sheathed her training blade once more and walked near the light so she could actually see again. Staying quiet during everything that transgressed, Jania studied the wall and began to wonder how exactly they would get out of here. To do her Master’s bidding she needed to be free to move about the surface of Korriban and being stuck in this Tomb helped her none. Watching Viscretus push the Gen’dai against the wall hard enough to flatten, she flinched for a moment before watching silently. Not really understanding why the woman was doing what she was doing, Jania dropped to one knee as she wanted to sit but felt the ground was too dirty to do so. Looking up at the wall she thought she could make out little circles but didn’t say anything since she wasn’t sure. Tag: Darth Dreadwar, Volshe, Padawan4687, dice, gorzan, Darth Catalyst, Shira |
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Post by Padawan4687 on Apr 16, 2018 0:41:19 GMT -5
IC: Robyn Shaire
Location: Beneath Sadow's Tomb, Catacombs, Valley of the Dark Lords, Korriban
Still no light after the last of the corpses fell... unfortunately. Robyn was in the motion of quietly scoffing despite her own Sight when Apollyon suggested using the torchlight she'd picked up before the tomb chase started. She'd been used to following the light of Viscretus's glowstick... as well as following "blind". She dug into her robes, bringing out the torch and lighting it quickly. "There we go... powerless light," she commented, sending a meaningful glance at the assassin sisters. She was hardly defenseless! She was trying to get a better look at the wall inscriptions, which only gave her a front-row seat of their newest party member get quite literally splattered against the wall. Robyn's stomach dropped, and she made a motion to cover her mouth with a hand... sheer force of will kept it level to her chest. Apollyon thought that yanking her classmate's headtail and eating it was a gross enough joke, but this? This might actually make her want to vomit! He just looked like a flat roll of flesh now... stretching to accomodate the entire wall due to Darth Viscretus's telekinetic might. Ugh, she could see a kriffing eyeball! Okay, she had to look away right now or she might really retch... With the entire wall being "pressed" at once, surely all of those circles must be found now! But if not, and a circle was hidden elsewhere, they might have to peel Neoplix down, and, UGH! Robyn cringed again, before holding her torch up just a little higher and shutting her eyes. TAG: Darth Catalyst , dice , Volshe , @lordjania , Darth Dreadwar , Shira , gorzan
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Post by Shira on Apr 16, 2018 0:54:47 GMT -5
IC: Shira A’dolaThe Triumphant, hyperspace, en route to the Nihil Retreat“This is Sabba,” Shira responded easily to Volshe’s query, her voice light, gentle as she noticed her friend’s glasz eyes flicker to the young woman behind her. “ Lord Vassago himself has...boarded, I suppose you could say. Sabba is his student. I expect no conflict from him. Indeed, he was most helpful in resolving a skirmish aboard the ship. It seems our destination is shared by him. He has offered his protection in exchange for passage.”She fell silent a moment, wincing at the Empress’ frustration. Delicately forming a response, she replied carefully. “We have been pursued ever since we entered the Uncharted Regions. Great pyramidal ships that have tracked us even from hyperspace with weapons far superior to anything I’ve ever seen. I don’t know who they are, where they’ve come from, what they want. Merely that they are intent on our destruction. We tried to open communications with them, to initiate negotiations. They never responded. We’ve been running for months with varying degrees of damage.”
A feeling of hollow failure filled Shira’s torso, something she hid firmly. Her failure and her friend’s evident displeasure were hard for her to stomach. “We picked up a pilgrim on the last planet we stopped at, who told us of some...utopia, as she put it. A place called the Nihil Retreat, housing a planet called Zakuul. The pilgrim never mentioned the ruler’s name, merely stating that the planet is ruled by the Infinite Emperor. She claimed he’s a god. You know my opinion on that, but...well, we’re at the end of the line, my Lady. We have nowhere left to go.”TAG: Volshe , Lord Vassago , Darth Dreadwar
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Post by Lord Vassago on Apr 16, 2018 3:15:15 GMT -5
[OOC] The following is a collaboration between Vassago & Dreadwar.
IC: Darth VassagoAboard The Triumphant , Private Quarters - hyperspace, en route to the Nihil RetreatThe quarters given to him by Shira were bare, dingy even. Throughout the years of his exile, he’d grown accustomed to less welcoming environments. Gone were the days of lavish living in extravagant rooms within stone walls, filled with fine linen, floor to ceiling bookshelves, and chandeliers within the Sith temple. Dust, dirt, trees, the occasional cushioned sleeping mat, all were the comforts of life in exile. Something so plain as the room given to him was something of a step up from his housing in the past. He settled in. Without a physical gesture he secured the locking mechanism on the door, ensuring he would not be disturbed, and left his walking staff to lean against the wall nearest to him. He brought his aged fingers up to the edge of his hood and replaced it atop his bald head, shrouding his face once more, and sat with his legs crossed on the cold steel floor. His eyelids fell slowly over his fatigued eyes, like curtains signaling the end of an act. The Dark Lord was fatigued. The events on Terminus, coupled with the trip through the vast expanses of the Galaxy within the Force Storm, dealing with the cultist, near singlehandedly, it was all exhausting. Even in his weary state, he had work to do. His hands rolled upward and his fingers bent unnaturally while he centered himself, finding his way back, once more to the Astral Plane of the Force. In his solitude, away from those on the ship, he intended to travel to speak with Erietta, the ethereal woman he’d learned of the Plane from, and seek guidance for the coming encounter with Dreadwar; he had no ill intentions for the Wraith himself, but he was not certain the same could be said of the being that appeared to him on Terminus. Vassago had turned his back on Erietta, choosing to seek out Dreadwar and the potential for limitless life, something Erietta offered in a different capacity; the ability to live without end among the Astral Plane of the Force. The idea was not all together unappealing, he would still be able to mentor Sabba had he chosen to continue following Erietta, but Dreadwar offered something a bit more appealing – the potential for unending physical life. Rather than just extending, renewing youth from time to time, only to age once more, Dreadwar spoke of actual immortality. A dragon, as it were, that Vassago had been chasing for time immemorial. The Dark Lord felt himself leave the realm of the Galaxy around him, he felt the presence of those aboard The Triumphant slip, getting further away – even Sabba. When he opened his eyes, he found himself within the Astral Plane, though it was…different. Colder. Darker. The gentle swish of air and patter, like running water, was absent, replaced with a sound piercing, like the claws of a predator raking against steel. Whispers, indistinguishable, swirled in his mind. The vibrant azure tones that painted the realm previously were missing, instead he saw a storm of noir – black and silver tones - swirling around him. He stepped deeper into the Plane, pushing through the bleak, dense cloud of darkness, and searched for his former Master. But as he pushed on, he realized that Erietta was nowhere to be found. The clouds of darkness thickened. Calcified. And out of the stormy gloom came the Shadow, its cloak flapping in the violent wind. The cloak was angled forward, the edges of the rippling garment parting the sea of Force energy ahead of it like the wings of an avenging angel, before unfolding dramatically behind the Dark figure it framed. The Dread-king. The empty hood stared into eternity. " Hello again, Vassago." The hollow whisper was impossibly loud, somehow audible over the mental howl that accompanied the eldritch entity. " How welcoming was the Triumphant?" “ Quite, your Majesty.” He stated plainly, not allowing whatever surprise he felt to betray his own confident demeanor. The presence of Dreadwar was not all together shocking, and it did account for the seeming change in atmosphere of the Plane. Still, he was not expecting to see the Dread-King in place of his former Master. Not there, on the Astral Plane. Despite the fact, he regarded the being respectfully, and offered a slight incline while he spoke. “ Aside from being nearly destroyed by the ineptitude of those aboard, along with the presence of deranged cultists, the vessel you spoke of has served its purpose to this point.” The dark cowl betrayed nothing. " Ineptitude?" Dreadwar repeated. " One would expect better of Lady A'dola." The Dark Lord tilted his head slightly, cocking a single eyebrow at Dreadwar’s words. It seemed he had some familiarity with the woman, Shira. “ Truly? Her personnel did nothing more than get in my way. If I didn’t know better,” he paused a moment, regarding the thought of Dreadwar’s expectations for the Lady “ I’d think you sent me there to prevent their imminent demise.” The idea hadn’t occurred to Vassago until that moment, though it was truly of no consequence; the cultist threat was neutralized, and the vessel was on course, as intended. The Dread-king's hood inclined slightly. " Indeed." Vassago's deduction was correct; Dreadwar had counted the saving of the Triumphant as one of the useful outcomes likely to result from encouraging Vassago to take this particular route to meet him. The reason for wanting that, of course, was far from something as base as beneficence. But Dreadwar's moves never killed a mere two birds with one stone. They killed a whole flock. Wheels within wheels, layers upon layers, levels upon levels. Such were the nature of Dreadwar's plots. And one of the additional useful outcomes of this particular move was, thanks to this astral connection, the acquisition of information otherwise inaccessible to Dreadwar. Vassago's wording implied a gentle correction: that it had not been A'dola who had been inept as Dreadwar had asserted, but her staff. And that was actionable intelligence. Dreadwar could have asked as much, of course, but expressing overly intense or strangely specific curiosity tended to rouse suspicion. Instead, it was a lot more efficient to simply make an incorrect statement - in this case, that Shira had been inept - and let the natural human desire to correct another's mistake take over, spilling useful information in the process. Vassago was unfortunately too tactful to outright argue Dreadwar on the point, and thus spill even more information in the course of argument, but still... Dreadwar filed away the note, for later plans. A'dola is competent. Her staff are not. There is tension between her crew and Vassago - and, due to differing levels of competence, likely between the upper military ranks and A'dola herself. All of this was processed in a split second. " I trust you have not told Shira of the reason for your presence," Dreadwar continued. Vassago's quirk of an eyebrow hadn't been missed, either, and so Dreadwar elected to use A'dola's first name here, in order to elicit the obvious question. “ No,” Vassago began, bringing his hand up and along the length of his beard, “ she has no need of the information. Though, she did ask.” He began to walk slowly, not toward Dreadwar, but rather just about the Plane where they were engaged in conversation. “ She seemed to have a genuine interest in my knowledge of her vessel, more from some place of fear, it seemed, though I could not place why, exactly. I hardly know her well enough to make such assessments. I simply fed her some measure of half-truths and lies, mostly to gauge her reactions...” He paused, stopping in place, and looked to Dreadwar. “ I couldn’t have her altering course for any reason, and her personality does not seem the type to make such brash decisions. She was welcoming, grateful for my assistance, and offered me living quarters for the extent of the journey.” He pondered for a moment, carefully choosing his next words; it was clear Dreadwar knew who Shira was, though he was not entirely sure if that went both ways. “ But I wager you already knew that, your Highness.” Vassago could feel the invisible smile. " I know much of what transpires aboard the Triumphant," Dreadwar replied. " And since you have deduced this already, and deduced the only way such a thing would be possible, then I trust that you have also deduced it would be extremely dangerous to reveal your true purpose to A'dola." Dangerous to who? And from whom came the danger? Dreadwar's words were deliberately vague, cryptic. It was always better to coat suasion in obfuscatory language, for there was no greater threat than the unknown. And Vassago would be dissuaded from probing too deeply into what Dreadwar's veiled words actually meant, lest he come across as less clever than what Dreadwar's words would lead Vassago to think Dreadwar thought. Complicated? Elementary. " Your lies did not fool A'dola," Dreadwar continued. As ever, he spoke with the confidence of seeming omniscience, but it was merely inductive reasoning; the only reason A'dola would have to be fearful of Vassago's knowledge of their ship would be the fact that such knowledge was impossible. No lie could possibly account for it. Of course, Dreadwar knew this; he had suggested Vassago board the Triumphant with full awareness that his presence, and knowledge of the Triumphant's destination, was completely, frighteningly inexplicable. And by placing Vassago into a position where he would have to lie, Dreadwar thus ensured that if Vassago ever told A'dola of Dreadwar's involvement, it would likewise not be believed - as even Dreadwar's involvement would not have made the explanation sound any more plausible. After all, to Shira A'dola, "Dreadwar" would simply be the name of the latest Sith warlord to have come crawling out of the mess that was the aftermath of the Shadow War, corralling the remnants of the Sith to oppose the New Galactic Empire and Alliance alike in those final days of the Federation Civil War. It was possible her master Sistros would have warned her, of course, but it was immaterial. There was no warning in the galaxy that could lead her to suspect what truly lay ahead. The dark orb was visible even now, just barely, through the cosmic aether at which Vassago stared. Nilrebmah was growing closer... |
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Post by Darth Dreadwar on Apr 16, 2018 22:24:33 GMT -5
GM UPDATE
IC: Darth Apollyon Entering the Treasure Chamber, False Tomb of Naga Sadow, Korriban
For a second there was only an aghast silence. Apollyon stepped back with some trepidation, watching with disgust as Darth Viscretus plied the malleable substance of Neoplix's flesh against the wall. Apollyon took another step back as a portion of the Gen'Dai's flesh began bubbling and steaming, suggesting there was fire or acid leaping from hidden vents in the wall. Then there were several loud bangs, each one ballooning the flattened Gen'Dai to the breaking point, bundles of nerves sliding like wet spaghetti through ruptures in the skin. If Apollyon had to guess, she would say that these were further traps at work - traps designed to prevent intruders from simply pressing all areas of the wall at once, but not designed to overcome the nigh-invulnerability innate to Gen'Dai physiology.
And then Neoplix was peeled from the wall with a grotesque smack, falling to the ground as the wall began to retract into the ceiling. Apollyon briefly caught sight of the twelve circles, visible now that they had sunken several inches, that had so eluded them. An optical illusion, she realised. Clever, but not clever enough.
She turned slyly to Catalyst, a smile tugging faintly at her lips. "Well, Lord Catalyst," she spoke over her shoulder, "you prove the old adage true, that if you want a job done right, you give it to the lazy man, because the lazy man will figure out the fastest, laziest and most efficient way to do it."
So giddy was she with excitement and relief, that she couldn't quite help making a poor attempt at a joke. "I only hope you don't apply that principle to solving the female puzzle." She regretted it the instant she said it, blood rushing to her caramel cheeks as she suddenly realised how the quick-witted and decidedly impure Catalyst would interpret that comment. It was just meant to be flirtation! Turning forwards to hide her embarrassment, Apollyon instead focused ahead on the slowly opening wall. With a thunk, it finally withdrew fully from view, leaving an opening large enough for the entire team to walk through.
Apollyon coughed. "Come along," she said, waving Robyn and her torch closer, and once again took up the task of leading her team forwards through the ancient tomb.
It took only a second before she gasped aloud.
Robyn's torch illuminated a vast hall of eerie dark stone. The hall was cold, and oppressive, the air infused with palpable malice. To Apollyon it was like a sweet ambrosia. The hall was alive with the dark side of the Force! Every step she took seemed to disturb and ripple the energy around her. She couldn't help but shiver. Her hair was standing on end. She could feel it on her skin. She could feel it on her robes, clinging to her. She could feel it inside her, saturating her lungs, her heart and her very soul. It was beautiful. It was pure, unbridled, electrifying power the likes of which she had never felt.
She turned back to the group, briefly, a mad grin flitting across her enraptured features. Her fingers buzzed, and a wondrous laugh bubbled from loosely open lips as she stared at her palms with childlike joy, realising that she had nearly invoked Force Lightning without even intending to. You could do anything in this place! It was alive with possibility, and more seductive than any drug. To Robyn it whispered that she was the offspring of gods, fit for greatness beyond measure. The twins it seduced with visions of victory and eternal health and life, of vast crowds hailing them their saviours and rulers, their dead father and bullies from youth watching helplessly and enviously from the depths of Chaos as the sisters exacted the greatest revenge possible on the reality that had been so cruel to them: triumph, against all odds.
Viscretus was plied with a strange conviction that she was more than she knew, a promise that all of the secrets she had ever wondered about, about her life, the meaning of it all, the universe, would be answered in due time... and that the answer would be glorious. Jania was blessed with a receding of the voices that plagued her, a gentle caress of ultimate power banishing them from her suddenly silent mind - with the understanding that they would return the moment she left this place. So stay, the dark side seemed to whisper, and the absurd suggestion would suddenly seem not so impossible; Jania would see herself sitting on a golden throne in this very hall, Robyn by her side, Scionica kneeling before her with eyes lit with burning desire. She saw how this nexus of dark side energy was potent enough for her to reach out to her master, in whatever hell or paradise he resided, so that she might continue to grow in power while enjoying the love and adoration of her concubines.
The voices in Xirr's head, on the other hand, returned. Yet they did not cajole or taunt. They smiled on him - he would feel their smiles - and promised him the power of the dark side would be with him, always.
Neoplix was suffused with power of the more immediate sort, his healing quickening to a rate miraculous for even a Gen'Dai, his flesh rapidly reforming into a whole body once more, and in this reservoir of dark side power he saw ghostly images of him standing alone against overwhelming armies, destroying them with apocalyptic storms of energy vast enough to shatter worlds. You will be the ultimate warrior, the dark side seemed to say.
And Catalyst... the dark side seduced Catalyst with Apollyon's kiss.
It was no illusion.
Overwhelmed by the wild energy vibrating through her body, Apollyon rushed forward and planted a kiss on Catalyst's lips before he could react. It was clumsy, awkward, suggesting she had rather little experience. But it was accompanied by a rush of thrilling energy, the dark side filling Catalyst with strength and vitality - and unveiling arts unknown to him, images of how to unlock greater power flashing against his eyelids.
Apollyon broke away, blinking. "I'm sorry," she frowned, her senses returning. She looked around at the team. She felt their eyes on her. And that was enough. She was not in control. And for Apollyon, a woman who refrained from all narcotics and only imbibed wine on the rarest occasions, that was enough for her to hear her master's lessons over the siren song of the dark side. Sith tombs are built according to principles of arcane geometry, she remembered that cautionary whisper. Their angled ziggurats, perfect pyramids and labyrinthine corridors are all designed with one purpose: to focus the power of the dark side at their centre. This nexus of energy may allow a spirit to survive the death of their body, imprinting the ghost in the Force and sustaining their suspended existence for aeons. Be careful.
"The dark side is very strong here," Apollyon whispered, more as an excuse to Catalyst for her lapse in control than anything else. Nonetheless, the whole team deserved the warning of her master's old lectures. "By all means, bathe in its power - but be careful you do not drown. Its seductions are often impossible fantasies. A Sith should be a master of the dark side, not its servant; be sure you are controlling it, not the other way 'round. There may be danger still." Apollyon turned forwards again, her eyes lingering on Catalyst a moment, before she appraised the cavernous hall ahead.
A statue stood at the end. It was taller than the statue of Pomojema, and Apollyon could only hope it was not similarly animated to attack intruders. But she suspected it was not. The statue's arms were folded, and enough dust and cobwebs had collected on its stone surface to suggest it had remained stationary for centuries. No, the ancient statue was likely a grandiose depiction of whoever this tomb truly belonged to. The helmet was not a cylindrical hat, like that worn by Naga Sadow, nor was it horned like that of Marka Ragnos. Tulak Hord, perhaps? I suspect we're about to find out.
Because next to the statue was an entryway. And even from here she could see the glint of gold.
Apollyon resumed walking, her eyes on the giant statue as she approached it. There was no movement, not even when she risked a blink. And so she passed it, through the archway, into the treasure chamber.
The chamber was twenty meters by twenty meters, with stone pillars supporting a high ceiling. There were thirteen golden chests arranged in rows, invitingly open and each containing ancient artifacts, surrounded by piles of gold coins, cups, pots, chairs, and statues. In one corner was a chariot. The ancient Sith had believed that interring equipment in the tomb of their Dark Lords would allow them to use it in the afterlife. As such, one could find every conceivable trinket and household object in a tomb such as this - but more importantly, one could find truly spectacular treasures. Baubles that contained the power of the dark side. Amulets that empowered the user. Holocrons. And even... servants.
The far wall contained another entryway, through which Apollyon could see only darkness. She suspected it was the edge of some subterranean chasm, but her eye was more drawn to what stood next to the entryway. A stasis chamber, crackling with violet electricity. And floating, suspended in the cage of electricity, the familiar, hulking figure of a Dashade Shadow Killer. Apollyon knew her archaeology well, and she knew in areas of the tomb that had already been mapped millennia ago, another Dashade had been found. The presence of a second in the tomb's hidden treasure chamber was not exactly surprising, but she couldn't help the gasp of fright at seeing the hibernating beast. There was a red button on the base of the stasis pod, which she could only assume pressing would result in awakening and releasing the ancient being.
"Well..." Apollyon started. She couldn't finish. There were no words to describe the sheer awe she felt at their discovery. These artifacts would turn them into the most powerful Sith in the entire Temple, she just knew. And somewhere around here, hopefully, would be found the missing piece of the prophecy they had come to the tomb to find.
LEVEL UP
SCIONICA and KEVALA are now Level 2 (this may be 'unlocked' when they begin training in the Sith Temple, if preferred) JANIA KIO is now Level 2 NEOPLIX is now Level 2 ROBYN SHAIRE is now Level 3 DARTH XIRR has already been levelled (back) up to Level 6 during this quest DARTH CATALYST is now Level 7 DARTH APOLLYON is now Level 8 DARTH VISCRETUS is now Level 9
All of the above characters now permanently benefit from immersion to the dark side nexus. From this point on, the dark side is with them, closely - they may tap more deeply into the dark side, searching it for answers, perceiving its guidance like a whisper. In mechanics terms, this means the above players may request hints from the GM at any time, for battle tactics, puzzle solutions or simply general short-term or long-term advice; these 'hints' will be, in-game, the whisper of the dark side.
ARTIFACT LIST: Players may attempt to claim any of these artifacts, in-character.
Location: Chest #1 Quantity: 1 Description: This small necklace contains a crimson crystal radiating with dark energy. Inscribed in the metal disc around the jewel is a phrase in ancient Sith: "Tsaiwinokka Hoyakut." Function: Grants the user the power of REANIMATE DEAD while worn - 1 point if the character is Level 1-4, 2 points if the character is Level 4-7, and 3 points if the character is Level 8-10. The spell is cast through moving one's left index finger through the air in the shape of a triangle three times, while chanting "Ja'ak. Vexok savaka" each time, then slashing one's left hand through the air from left to right and back again while precisely intoning "Tsaiwinokka Hoyakut" in a confident, level tone, and then raising the left hand in the direction of the corpse or skeleton desired to be reanimated (the hand can be raised towards only the first corpse or skeleton, if one is reanimating multiple). Failure to follow these steps will result in the spell turning on the user (as a 3-point Force Drain).
1 point in REANIMATE DEAD allows the user to reanimate a single animal skeleton or corpse, so long as it is smaller than 10 meters. This revenant can only be killed through sufficient trauma to the head, or beheading. If the user attempts to reanimate an additional creature while already possessing one, the creature will be reanimated but be outside of the control of the caster, and will attack them. 2 points in REANIMATE DEAD allows the user to reanimate 1 animal (smaller than 30 meters) or 1 sapient at a time. The sapient retains some of the intelligence it possessed in life, and is thus able to use weaponry or technology, but is otherwise mindless and bound to the caster. The caster may cast the spell multiple times, and only loses control of the undead if he has more than 5 undead in his control. 3 points in REANIMATE DEAD allows the user to reanimate up to 5 animals (of any size) or sapients at a time. The caster may cast the spell multiple times, and only loses control of the undead if he has more than 15 undead in his control.
These undead do not spread a necromancy infection through their bite. They are reanimated through enchantment, not alchemy.
Amulet of Lightning Location: Chest #1 Quantity: 1 Description: This amulet is a stormy blue crystal embedded in a gauntlet of pure cortosis. The pure cortosis allows one to short out lightsaber blades with a touch, but it is fragile; using the gauntlet to block anything else will result in it shattering. The jewel focuses the power of Force Lightning. Function: Any character with Force Lightning gains 1 free additional point in that power, up to the cap of 5 points. Characters who have not learned the power do not gain any benefit, aside from the utility of cortosis.
Shield Talisman
Location: Chest #1 Quantity: 3 Description: These three golden necklaces are each a lesser shield talisman. They harness the power of the dark side to protect the user against hostile attacks. Function: A character wearing one of these talismans automatically absorbs the first five attacks or 'hits' against them, so long as these attacks are physical or energy-based in nature. Mental attacks and Force Drain are not defended against.
Talisman of Healing Location: Chest #2 Quantity: 2 Description: A pair of talismans; one a brooch, the other a necklace. They harness the power of the dark side in order to accomplish feats of healing. Function: Bestows the power of DARK SIDE HEAL (up to the maximum number of points allowed at that level) while worn. In addition, the wearer gains complete immunity to all venom and poison, including alchemical and nanotechnological infections.
Talisman of Concentration Location: Chest #2 Quantity: 2 Description: A pair of talismans; one embedded in a gauntlet, the other embedded in a necklace. They concentrate the power of the dark side. Function: A character wearing one of these is able to maintain the use of the Force indefinitely without exhaustion for the span of 15 minutes, allowing one to 'spam' Force lightning and other powers without being GMed for godmoding. In addition, the amulets draw on and amplify ambient Force energy into concentrated blasts of colourful energy, allowing one to fire beams of raw dark side power from the amulet that can blow apart walls, enemies and even spirits. However, any character below Level 5 using these amulets is unable to control the build-up and release of energy; the amulet will fire off randomly (decided by the GM).
Talisman of Translation Location: Chest #2 Quantity: 2 Description: A pair of talismans; one is embedded in a tiara, the other in a bracer. Function: Allows one to read, write and understand ancient Sith.
Location: Chest #3 Quantity: 1 Description: A medium-length ancient Sith sword with a grey metal hilt and crossguard, yet with a blade of magical ice, all infused with Sith alchemy. Can be wielded with one hand. Function: Can block lightsabers. Can deflect, absorb, store and unleash energy-based attacks (such as Force Lightning and blaster bolts). The blade is magically sharp, able to cut through any metal. The blade radiates an aura of intense cold; contact with an enemy will result in the enemy being frozen and encased in ice and frost. However, the blade melts in hot climates, and if this occurs, it takes several days to regenerate (through absorbing water from the air and freezing it).
Location: Chest #4 Quantity: 1 Description: A long, heavy claymore with a pommel, hilt and blade of gilded metal, all infused with Sith alchemy. Requires two hands to wield. Function: Can block lightsabers. Can deflect, absorb, store and unleash energy-based attacks (such as Force Lightning and blaster bolts). The blade is magically sharp, able to cut through any metal. When one runs one's hand (or another object) up the blade, producing friction, the blade is ignited; the sword radiates fire and intense heat, and contact with an enemy will result in the enemy being set alight.
Location: Chest #5 Quantity: 1 Description: A medium-length scimitar with a twisted metal hilt and a poison-coated blade, all infused with Sith alchemy. Much heavier than it looks, requiring two hands to wield. Function: Can block lightsabers. Can deflect, absorb, store and unleash energy-based attacks (such as Force Lightning and blaster bolts). The blade is magically sharp, able to cut through any metal. Any strike on an enemy will result in the enemy being poisoned by a lethal alchemical agent that cannot be cured by any healing power, resulting in death within 5 minutes.
Location: Chest #5 Quantity: 3 Description: The lanvarok is an ancient Sith weapon. These three are small and wrist-mounted. Function: Launches a spray of deadly, whirling metal discs with a careful flick. These may be dipped in poison if one wished. Some of the discs provided in the case seem to be pure cortosis - brittle and useless against armour or conventional weapons, but able to short-circuit lightsabers.
Shikkar Location: Chest #5 Quantity: 3 Description: Three daggers made of glass. Function: Evades weapons detectors due to its glass composition. When a victim is stabbed, the glass blade twists and breaks off, festering beneath the skin and causing great pain.
Location: Chest #6 Quantity: 1 Description: A large halberd or pole-arm. Both the spear tip and axe are highly efficient, alchemically reinforced blades, but the pole-arm also doubles as a lanvarok. Function: Can block lightsabers. Launches a spray of deadly, whirling metal discs from the tip with a careful flick. These may be dipped in poison if one wished. Some of the discs provided in the case seem to be pure cortosis - brittle and useless against armour or conventional weapons, but able to short-circuit lightsabers.
Location: Chest #7 Quantity: 3 Description: When thrown, this curved blade returns to the hand of its wielder - unless buried in the skull of an enemy. Function: Can block lightsabers. Can deflect, absorb, store and unleash energy-based attacks (such as Force Lightning and blaster bolts). The blade is magically sharp, able to cut through any metal.
Spear Location: Chest #8 Quantity: 1 Description: This golden spear is light enough to be thrown as a javelin, but is easily two meters long. It is infused with Sith alchemy. Function: Can block lightsabers. Can deflect, absorb, store and unleash energy-based attacks (such as Force Lightning and blaster bolts). The blade is magically sharp, able to cut through any metal. When cast on the floor, the spear transforms into a golden serpent that spits molten metal at its enemies, and is able to transform them into golems of metal under the user's control with a successful bite. Stabbing an enemy while the spear is in its usual configuration, however, does not have this effect. The user is able to reverse the transformation simply by picking up the spear.
Location: Chest #9 Quantity: 1 Description: A small figurine of obsidian and gold, wearing the robes and helmet characteristic of ancient Sith. Where there should be a face, however, there are merely dark tentacles. It calls to Robyn Shaire through the Force. Function: Unknown.
Location: Chest #9 Quantity: 1 Description: A small amulet of unknown provenance. It displays the visage of what appears to be an ancient Sith, based on the archaic helmet, but where there should be a face, there are only dark tentacles. It calls to Robyn Shaire through the Force. Function: Unknown
Holocron Location: Chest #9 Quantity: 1 Description: An unusual Sith holocron. While it is shaped like the traditional pyramid, the colour is an inky black - and the seams of the holocron seem sticky. It calls to Robyn Shaire through the Force. Function: Unknown
Poison Vial Location: Chest #10 Quantity: 1 Description: A small glass vial filled with the same kind of Sith poison brewed by the Krath to convert Ulic Qel-Droma to the dark side. Function: Ingestion of this poison causes extreme rage and hatred and amplifies one's emotions, clouding one's better senses and moral compass and gradually but inexorably swaying the victim to the dark side over the course of several days. It is an efficient way to convert captured Jedi.
Love Potion Location: Chest #10 Quantity: 1 Description: A sealed pot filled with a lavender fluid. Function: The user places one of their hairs in this disturbing potion, and then may slip it to their desired target. Only a drop is needed to be effectual. The potion ensnares the senses of the target when ingested, resulting in overpowering lust and infatuation towards the user for several weeks.
Strength Potion Location: Chest #10 Quantity: 1 Description: A sealed pot filled with a crimson fluid. Function: When the user ingests this potion, their physical strength is unnaturally amplified by the dark side tenfold. As this affects the legs, jumping range is also highly increased, replicating the effects of a 5-point Force Jump. Only a drop is needed to be effectual.
Talisman of Transformation Location: Chest #10 Quantity: 1 Description: A small ring with an inset jewel. The jewel is grey. Function: When wearing this talisman, one is able to transform into a Tuk'ata at will. The transformation is reversible.
Talisman of Transformation Location: Chest #10 Quantity: 1 Description: A small ring with an inset jewel. The jewel is brown. Function: When wearing this talisman, one is able to transform into a rancor at will. The transformation is reversible.
Talisman of Transformation Location: Chest #10 Quantity: 1 Description: A small ring with an inset jewel. The jewel is emerald. Function: When wearing this talisman, one is able to transform into a pterosaur at will. The transformation is reversible.
Location: Chest #11 Quantity: 1 Description: A flexible suit of armour and accompanying robes, all crimson except for the rancor leather boots, belt and straps, all alchemically reinforced and infused with the power of the dark side. Function: Can block lightsabers. Can absorb, store and unleash energy-based attacks (such as Force Lightning and blaster bolts). When curled into a fist, the gauntlets allow the wearer to punch through any material. The helmet harnesses and transforms the power of the dark side into fear; the wearer can instill a supernatural, stupefying terror in anyone within 10 meters (although this can be resisted by a sufficiently high Mind Trick score).
Location: Chest #12 Quantity: 1 Description: A beautiful dress of beaded gold, with an ornate avian headdress. It radiates the power of the dark side. It feels strangely familiar to Darth Viscretus. Function: Can deflect all glancing blows by lightsabers, but cannot deflect stabs. The dress allows one to transform one's skin into gold, providing defense against most conventional attacks. The headdress gives the wearer the power of flight.
Linen Wrappings Location: Chest #13 Quantity: 1 Description: These wrappings of yellowed white linen seem fit for a mummy. They are bundled up at the bottom of the chest. They have soaked up the malignant energies of the dead, and brim with dark side power. Function: When worn, these wrappings allow one to fade from sight at will, becoming invisible, inaudible and undetectable in the Force. They also make the wearer immune to all uses of Mind Probe and Mind Trick.
Grimoire Location: Chest #13 Quantity: 1 Description: An old, leather-bound spellbook, filled with writings in the ancient Sith language. Function: It would take a lot of reading to find out...
Scroll Location: Chest #13 Quantity: 1 Description: A dusty, yellowed scroll, filled with writings in the ancient Sith language. Function: It would take a lot of reading to find out...
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Post by dice on Apr 16, 2018 23:57:09 GMT -5
IC: Darth XirrEntering the Treasure Chamber, False Tomb of Naga Sadow, Catacombs, Korriban Their plan worked! Marvelously in fact! Xirr could hardly contain his excitement as he saw the splattered form of the Gen'Dai begin to pop and bubble in various places across his body before the door began to retract into the rough stone ceiling above them. A wide grin crossed Lord Xirr's still youthful but marred by the scars of many battles and the stress of his recent draining by Coatlec, face. He looked to Catalyst, who he found himself subconsciously positioning near more and more often. I've not befriended him, have I? Perhaps It's just the mutual brotherly bond of warriors facing a horrible threat together? Xirr thought to himself, hoping that perhaps himself and Lord Catalyst, in fact, had formed a bond of tentative friendship, however rare that might be among sith. The Tomb seemed to have the ability to make rare events seem... commonplace almost. Xirr shook his head, once more clearing thoughts that would only cloud his mind when they came to find the next threat. He gave his comrade a nod, acknowledgment of his masterful scheme. " Well, Lord Catalyst," Appolyon said, cocking her head at a strange angle over her caramel shoulder " you prove the old adage true, that if you want a job done right, you give it to the lazy man, because the lazy man will figure out the fastest, laziest and most efficient way to do it." Xirr couldn't help but chuckle at this remark, his excitement at their mutual success nearly boiling over and ruining his collected composure. " I only hope you don't apply that principle to solving the female puzzle." Appolyon continued, almost immediately turning a color resembling the crimson of Lord Xirr's armor. She then beckoned Robyn to join her in leading the way into whatever may be awaiting them further down into the crypt. What came next, Xirr almost couldn't believe. As he stepped into the hallway beyond the breach, a sudden feeling of warm ecstasy overcame him, he felt the dark side now even more than he had on the other side of the door, and certainly more than he had ever felt anywhere else. He felt as if he alone could take on an army of the most skilled fighters the Jedi Order could offer, and he relished in the feeling. Until he felt the all too familiar feeling of his voices returning to him. He feared that they had only returned to taunt him for his lack of useful contributions to the group, but instead they praised him. He felt as if they were smiling upon him, and their words reinforced that feeling. Youuuu have done welllll, young one... The wispy voices began, each fragmented sentence seeming to come from a different voice. You have ssssucceeded where mmmmanny othersssss have failed... For the resssst of your daysssss... The dark sssssidddde will be withhh youuuu... sssstronger than everrr beforrreee... Xirr was elated. So overjoyed, in fact, that he extended his arms straight out to his side, hearing the clatter of his helmet on the worked onyx beneath the party's feet and not seeming to care. He looked to the ceiling, towering many feet above him, and he laughed aloud. It was a sinister laugh, but one of victory, joy, and success seemingly amplified by the darkness and reverberating through the stone surrounding them. In his joy, he only caught the fleeting tail of Appolyon and Catalyst' sloppy, yet seemingly passionate, kiss. He didn't care. He felt alive again, and could almost taste freedom from the oppressive stone prison that had held him for but a few hours, but for what felt like an eternity, and he could only assume the others felt the same. Thus excusing any... out of character actions .
"The dark side is very strong here," Apollyon warned, more as an excuse to Catalyst for her lapse in control than anything else. Nonetheless, the whole team deserved the warning of her master's old lectures. " By all means, bathe in its power - but be careful you do not drown. Its seductions are often impossible fantasies. A Sith should be a master of the dark side, not its servant; be sure you are controlling it, not the other way 'round. There may be danger still." She finished, turning to face the darkness ahead of them once more. Xirr nodded in agreement, at the same time basking in the continued praise he was recieving from those that had only ever insulted him within his own mind. Then came the treasure room. It was a room filled to the brim with glittering trinkets and artifacts of an age long past. Artifacts that surely would make them some of the most powerful dark side users in the temple, aside from of course The Almighty Emperor himself that was. A glitter of gold could be seen in Xirr's sky blue eyes as he scanned the room, picking out several items of interest that he hoped to claim for himself before his eyes fell on the far corner of the room. Floating asleep in a stasis chamber he saw the Dashade. " I suggest we try our hardest to not awaken, Tall Dark and Deadly over there." Xirr said, motioning with one hand to the Dashade and his stasis chamber " I have a sneaking suspicion that our gleeful triumph would be put to a swift end were he to become aware of us." He smiled before looking back across the room again, stopping twice on the items that interested him the most. One was a sword small enough to be wielded one handed, possibly along with one of his lightsabers were the need to arise. Resting atop an azure pedestal. A soft white mist seemed to billow out from the blade, rolling gracefully down the pedestal and onto the intricately designed floor beneath it. Upon the hilt was carved a skull of some animal resembling that of a Bantha, the horns wrapping back around the guard of the blade, tips pointed forward. The other item sat in what looked to be a large transpirasteel case. A large set of crimson armor, closely resembling Xirr's, but improved in many ways. Xirr had always fancied robes but had never seen them as practical when he could keep all of his agility and add protection against basic blows with armor such as he wore now. But this suit combined the elegance of robes with the functionality of armor, and it almost called to him. He stepped over to it, admiring the craftsmanship of the piece, and envisioning himself wearing it. Perfect. He thought Though, I do quite like not having a helmet He looked down to the cradle of his elbow where his helmet would usually be resting had he not dropped it and not bothered to retrieve it in the hallway leading into this room. Perhaps though, I could use the headpiece as a... souvenier. A display piece in my chambers maybe? He turned looking back to the rest of the group, hoping that they were all ogling other items than the two he was interested in, as to hopefully reduce rivalry on who received what. TAG: Darth Dreadwar, Volshe, Shira, Darth Catalyst, Padawan4687, gorzan, @lordjania
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2018 0:15:08 GMT -5
IC: Jania Kio Location: Treasure Chamber, False Tomb of Naga Sadow Jania would rest until the wall would open to a large chamber. It was at that moment that she and the team began to move inward as she hoped this would finally be the end and they would be able to leave the tomb and she could get on to her Master’s bidding. When the cold oppressive feeling of the chamber hit her she was stopped in her tracks for the moment as she tried to make sure she kept her bearings. The voices in her head were quiet but she couldn’t explain why. Did this oppressive almost too heavy feeling of the dark side on her chest cause this? Or had she finally been rid of those pesky voices for good? She knew it was the former but a small part of her mind wished for the latter as she started walking again. About ten more steps in and it was when she began to hear a whisper. But unlike the voices, this one was calm and seemed to fit the vibe of the room. She could feel and hear the new voice calling to her and blurring her vision. “Stay..” it said “Stay and this will be yours. Stay and you will have what you want.” When she finally took a few more steps forward her vision would clear and in front of her she saw an older version of herself sitting on a solid gold throne. With Robyn by her side and Scionica on her knees in front of her, Jania reached out her hand subconsciously as she was ready to stay and have her vision. Maybe even her Master could accept that she has to stay here.. she could surely still do his bidding right? “Yeah yeah I’ll stay I’ll...” she started before seeing a slight transparency to the vision. What she saw wasn’t there was it? Closing her eyes and focusing back on her Master’s teachings she knew the dark side was trying to make a slave of her and she was only an inch away from accepting that but no longer. Shaking her head she turned from the vision and continued to follow the group along. When they finally reached the statue and everyone seemed to catch the gold reflecting out of the inner chamber, Jania picked up the pace a little before she marveled at what was before her eyes. More gold and wealth than she had ever seen back home and she now could indulge herself in it. Walking a little further back in the room than the others she wanted to find something she could use to help her Master. It was then through the dark side she happened upon exactly what she had been looking for. Two talismans (Talismans of Concentration), one embedded in a gauntlet and the other in a necklace called out to her. Walking over and picking them up she didn’t know what they did but she could feel the dark side leading her to them. These weapons will serve Darth Ramage and they will do so well. Closing the open chest they had been in, Jania was quick to put the gauntlet and necklace on as she wanted to feel the power of them radiating through her. She wouldn’t draw upon their power yet but she would surely enjoy the dark presence they gave off in the meantime as she could still feel the pull to stay here forever. The new voice was calm and calculative but Jania had learned a lot in this short timespan and she refused to fall prey. Tags: Darth Dreadwar, Volshe, Shira, Padawan4687, dice, gorzan, Darth Catalyst |
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Post by Shira on Apr 17, 2018 0:56:42 GMT -5
IC: The Twins
The Treasure Chamber, False Tomb of Naga Sadow, Korriban
Intoxication.
Silky tendrils of ink, so powerful it was nearly tangible, wove themselves around the twins. The touch was familiar, inviting and, as they walked slowly into the chamber, the heady sensation of unimaginable power suddenly realised filled every fibre and nerve ending. It was the most exquisite high increased exponentially with the mental clarity needed to realise their every ambition.
Flashes of vision passed before their eyes.
Victory. Immortality. Vengeance. Triumph.
Ebony and ivory irises gained a depth of void and ice as savage grins lit their features. Their lethal movements gained an added level of grace and efficiency. Whispers floated feather-soft through their minds as they stalked towards the artefacts. Finally, some recompense.
The two women split, making their own way among the relics. A clear gleam caught Kevala’s eye, three blades made entirely of glass. The craftsmanship was exquisite, the glass inscribed with delicate, tribal ornamentation. One was the length of her forearm with two smaller, slimmer blades. She picked up the larger of the three, testing the balance and the way in moved through the air. Kevala smirked, sheathing the three blades and strapping them around her waist. She’d create a more useful way to carry them when she had some free time.
Scionica’s slim fingers ran the length of a golden spear before picking it up, bouncing it lightly to test it’s weight. She hummed faintly with pleasure before swinging it around in a few simple katas, watching the light dance off the gold. It was so much slimmer, more delicate than her electro-staff and yet, instinctively, she knew it was far more powerful. The golden light reflected in her black eyes as she swung it gracefully, creating the illusion of fire. A feral look crossed her features as she finished her kata before she examined the graceful engravings carved into the spear.
Kevala went to walk back towards her sister as her fingers brushed gently against an amulet. With a start, she felt her racing heart calm and she stopped abruptly. Looking down curiously, she examined the set more closely. The necklace was made of a deep obsidian crystal, darker even than Scionica’s eyes. It was wrapped around with silver filament, contrasting sharply to the darker nature of the crystal itself, and threaded through with a delicate silver chain. It sat next to a beautiful broach, crafted of the same substance as the necklace. Her hand went to rest against the inky surface and she felt a sharp, though temporary, relief. She knew, inherently, that these would give her vast relief to the illness that had plagued her for all these years. She eagerly pocketed the amulet and clipped the piece of jewellery around her neck.   TAG: @lordjania , Padawan4687 , Darth Dreadwar , dice , Darth Catalyst , Volshe , gorzan |
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Post by gorzan on Apr 17, 2018 1:00:48 GMT -5
IC: Neoplix
Location: Tombs
Neoplix sighed. He knew there was no resisting these Sith Lords. They were as powerful as they were arrogant, qualities that, while he found distasteful, certainly personified them as Dark Lords. His face was bland as he was scooped from the ground and hurled into the wall. “I would have supposed it would go down this way,” he said mildly, and then he slammed into the wall. His flesh in various regions began to steam and boil, and he fought back a scream as liquified portions of muscle and nerve cluster fell to the ground, bubbling. But he felt the door give, and the 12 circles depress.
If he had eyebrows left, he would have raised them. After all, the success of this plan was something he hadn’t been quite sure about. But then, maybe he did have something to learn from these Sith Lords. He dropped to the ground, a wriggling puddle of goo, squelching through the doorway. Miraculously, he began to heal at a prodigious rate, coming back to full height in just seconds. He towered over his companions, but hunched his back and compressed his body, increasing the muscle density to reduce his size to only 6 inches taller and a little broader than the humans.
He strode into the room, following behind Xirr, and turning from side to side, looking at all of the items. A trio of swords, a trio of daggers, a trio of Shikkar, a trio of outfits, a trio of potions, a trio of amulets, a trio of rings… Perhaps the number three held significance to those sith who built this cavern. Whatever the intention, it was incredible, the sheer amount of artifacts contained within the tomb. He continued walking, his hands held out to either side in awe. He lifted a pile of rags from a chest, glancing at them, seeing the dark powers whispering within. He was in pure awe, amazed by the sheer power of those who had built this tomb, imbuing such great power into such an insignificant item as a pile of filthy rags; and yet, they had chosen him. He turned, seeing the armor which Xirr stood before. He felt it calling to him, the red cloth and rancor leather glinting in the light.
“Great Lord Xirr; In every way, you have proven yourself to be a great warrior. When our sabers failed, you hesitated not, flinging yourself after the enemy with your bare hands. Truly, you are worthy of such a great prize.” He hesitated, allowing himself time to make eye contact with Xirr. “But as great as you power is, do not believe that your power is dependent upon this armor. You have already attained greatness, and have many paths before you in this very cavern. There, a great sword of ice, and there, a sword of flames. Both would call to such a great warrior as yourself. But that armor, would you see fit, would make a great weapon for myself. I believe it is the will of the Gods that I have the armor. When trapped in the tomb, my armor was taken from me. Here, now, I am offered a replacement. It was only by my sacrifice and pain that we attained entry here, and it was the power of the great sith who built this tomb that revived me, seeing me worthy to bring back from the brink of destruction. I would ask, now, that you consider granting me this armor, and allow it to act as the replacement for that which I sacrificed deep within these very tombs. I am not so foolish as to demand; I know my place, and I know your great power. But I also know the power of fate, and of destiny, and would be remiss not to believe in its power to bring people and things together, no matter the opposition.”
As he spoke, he glanced around the room, taking in the items, and observing the rest of the party. Some items seemed different, not matching the pattern of three, and others seemed to only exemplify it further. He opened a chest, seeing a trio of metal, curved daggers, all on a sheath. He lifted it, strapping it to his thigh, testing the weight and feel of the blades. He noticed a trio of rings, and made a note to go over to them at some point. But for now, he waited for Xirr’s response.
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Post by Padawan4687 on Apr 17, 2018 1:30:02 GMT -5
IC: Robyn Shaire
Location: Beneath Sadow's Tomb, Catacombs, Valley of the Dark Lords, Korriban
Thankfully Robyn was spared the gruesome imagery of Neoplix's rubbery skin quite literally boiling while pressed against the wall, but she couldn't avoid the sickening thump of his stretched-out body falling back down to earth. With another subdued cringe, Robyn slowly hefted the torch again, sparing only a giggle and knowing head-shake at Apollyon's sudden kiss. Looked like Jania wasn't the only one... She could only take a few steps forward into this new hallway before freezing in her tracks. Robyn's Sight hadn't been active, but she hardly needed her eyes to see that she was about to be swept away. A tidal wave of the purest darkness crashed into her, and the girl visibly flinched. That fight with the Tuk'ata, where she actually felt some dominance within this expedition, that was a mere drop in the bucket compared to this. Robyn amazed herself by smiling... the grin on her face was one of childish excitement, and raw exhilaration coursed through her veins. This... isn't... right... You've got to... calm down... her attempt to center herself was weak, easily snuffed out by... whispers? Yes, whispers... voices that promised her greatness. She started walking forward again, completely taken by both the power around her as well as these strange voices, only stopping when the glint of gold caught her eye. Treasure! Already her greedy party members were taking their pickings, so Robyn rushed forward as well. Opening one chest, she seized the amulet with a gem in the center that rivaled her own eyes. (Amulet of the Dead) The moment her fingers made contact, a voice came to her... a very familiar chant: Tsaiwinokka Hoyakut... "Reanimated Dead". Oh yes, this one would definitely be hers. Robyn would have preferred blue, but she couldn't hesitate before all of the chests were cleaned out... Oh! But there was something blue, the gem of a second amulet (Amulet of Lightning)! The two colorful crystal necklaces went around her neck, quickly claimed. After a moment's hesitation, she picked up one of the three remaining necklaces in the chest, this one pure gold. (Shield Talisman) No point letting a chance slip by if it was right in front of her, right? This one was definitely enchanted with the same dark power suffusing the room, almost enough to make Robyn feel dizzy with power. For so long she struggled to feel any sort of connection to darkness... how could it suddenly feel so easy now? Robyn turned to the remaining chests around her with a blank smile, the same grin she wore while locked in battle back on the surface. How much easier could she make it with a little more...? Opening another chest further ahead, she took in a set of three silvery weapons that appeared to be wrist-mounted? (Lanvarok) She took two, already envisioning adding her tuk'ata hide strips to them... She could potentially stitch wrist-guards instead! Not only could she deflect a lightsaber blade with her bare hands, she could also fight back! With these "pickings" she might have been content... but now something else was requesting her attention. A third chest? All right, now I'm just going to look excessively greedy, even for Sith. Robyn gave an amused smile as she made her way to the ninth chest, opening it with the Force instead of her hands. The items in this third chest weren't weapons, one was another amulet, a figurine, and... a Sith holocron? She'd recognize that pyramid shape anywhere, but it wasn't the standard red with gold trim. This one was... inky black, and weirdly sticky to the touch. The same black and gold color scheme appeared in all three items! "That's.. different? Very different..." Robyn frowned, suddenly thoughtful. The spell of power the room held over her was cracked only slightly, and instead of snatching up its contents, Robyn knelt down to take a closer look at the ninth chest. "What are you...?" she quietly asked, picking up the amulet and carefully turning it around in her hands. For the moment, all other choice pickings and chests in the room lost her interest. What was it about these things? TAG: Darth Catalyst , dice , Volshe , @lordjania , Darth Dreadwar , Shira , gorzan
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Post by Darth Catalyst on Apr 17, 2018 13:04:03 GMT -5
IC Darth Catalyst Treasure room, Beneath Sadow's tomb
As Viscretus flung the Gen’Dai against the wall, Catalyst could only smirk. The wet smack of his flesh against the stone was satisfying to say the least. He could hear flesh bubbling and smell it burining as Viscretus continued prodding, making sure Neoplix covered the entirety of the mural. The wall began to move. Catalysts smirk firmly set itself on his face. He caught sight of where the circles were as the Gen’Dai fell in a heap to the floor. Glad we didn’t have to play that game. "Well, Lord Catalyst," Apollyon purred over her shoulder to him, "you prove the old adage true, that if you want a job done right, you give it to the lazy man, because the lazy man will figure out the fastest, laziest and most efficient way to do it. I only hope you don't apply that principle to solving the female puzzle." He raised his brow at that one. I didn’t expect such an open invitation.
“My Lady,” he retorted smoothly, “I don’t see it as lazy. I just chose to play one level higher.” He was sure that would get a rise out of her for being blasphemous but at the same time he believed if he said the same to the Emperor himself, Dreadwar would be inclined to agree. He stepped over the shifting mass that was Neoplix. “Your service to your Masters is commendable, Gen’Dai,” he sneered. “We may just make a Sith Lord out of you yet.” He followed the rest of the team into the new chamber that his solution presented.
The torchlight glistened off of the stone walls. Catalyst could feel power swelling around them. This place was suffused with Darkness. He closed his eyes, taking in the sensation of the Force coursing through this place. Another feeling quickly replaced that though. Within moments, Apollyon’s face was mashing against his own. Calling it simply a kiss would be a sin. This was an expression of lust, of primal and powerful wanting. For the first time in his life, Catalyst was rendered speechless. So instead of speaking, he simply held on, returning the display of passion. He felt power continue to well up inside him, threatening to burst from his skin and consume him entirely. He could almost take on the Emperor himself with this power. Moments later, though it would feel like an eternity, Apollyon withdrew, her face flush with a mixture of what looked like embarrassment and a craving for more. "The dark side is very strong here," she whispered in his ear, almost as an excuse for her lack of restraint.
She turned away from him to observe the rest of the chamber. He could still feel his heart racing, unsure of whether it was the Force causing it or this new discovery of Apollyon’s feelings. He tried to suppress the thoughts and turned his attention to their surroundings. This room definitely looked more like a Sith tomb. Jagged walls and snaking paths leading to a chamber that glittered with the torchlight that Robyn shined. Gilded chests overflowing with ancient treasures greeted their sight, and the rest of the team all but pushed each other over to claim their stake. Glowing swords hung on racks that made his new weapon look like a mistreated club in comparison. Other weapons accompanied them as well; Catalyst observed the twin assassins handling a spear and an amulet. Xirr drew their attention to the hulking figure that seemed to be slumbering in a containment pod. Dashade. He recognized the Jedi killer almost instantly. He had the displeasure of working with their kind under Palpatine’s rule. He knew their dangers. "I suggest we try our hardest to not awaken, Tall Dark and Deadly over there." Xirr said, "I have a sneaking suspicion that our gleeful triumph would be put to a swift end were he to become aware of us." Catalyst nodded in agreement. I’d rather not have to fight again for a long while. He watched the rest of the team picking through the chests with eagerness. Predictably enough, it was the acolytes who seemed to be most consumed in their greed; Jania had already slipped on multiple talismans and Robyn seemed simply awestruck with multiple items. It was Neoplix that garnered his attention though. Catalyst had observed him pick up a set of ragged clothes that seemed to hold little significance, but as he watched, the linens seemed to fade in and out of sight. Catalyst’s eyes narrowed. Undeserving… His eyes followed the Gen’Dai as he approached Xirr and began sweet-talking the armored Lord. Catalyst lazily picked up a lanvarok and slipped the device on his wrist as he watched the two of them converse. From what he could tell, Neoplix was attempting to bargain with Xirr for the crimson armor that lay in one of the chests. No doubt he was still upset about having to leave his armor in the spikes. Catalyst had to chuckle. He doubted Neoplix would get such an artifact but it was entertaining to watch him try to attain it. He turned his attention to a talisman glowing in a bracer. It seemed to be pulsing with lightning. He slipped it on his free arm and felt the power course through the veins of his arm and up to his mind. Thousands of voices rang through his mind, in alien languages he had never heard. They all said the same thing though, and he understood it.
"The Dark Side is with you."
He had to fight the urge to unleash a torrent of electricity then and there. After calming the storm, he sauntered towards another chest, seemingly ignored by the rest of them. Within, a variety of bottles and pots clicked together. He browsed the contents, pocketing the vial of dark fluid. The pot of lavender fluid elicited a snort when he read the contents. Love potion eh? He looked around to make sure nobody was watching him. Everyone else seemed enamored with their loot. He covertly picked up the pot and in one swift motion plucked a hair from his beard and slipped it under the seal. He then turned back to where Xirr and Neoplix stood. He would have that cloth that Neoplix had greedily snatched for himself. One way or another. He thumbed the cap of the love potion, ensuring that its contents remained sealed within before striding towards them. “If I may be so bold, Xirr,” he interrupted whatever they were saying, “I believe that armor most befits a warrior that has truly earned it in combat. You seem most comfortable in heavy armor anyways. We wouldn’t want to limit Neoplix’s flexibility by containing his form in something so rigid.” He shot a smug smirk at Neoplix. “Unless he feels particularly unsafe, I would suggest Neoplix stock up on weapons more than armor. Take advantage of his unique physiology rather than hamper it.” His eyes visibly wandered to the bolt of cloth that he could both see and not see. “And perhaps he should let the more experienced before him dictate what would be most useful in his possession.”
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Post by dice on Apr 17, 2018 18:16:33 GMT -5
IC: Darth XirrTreasure room, Catacombs, False Tomb of Naga Sadow, Korriban The others filed into the room soon after Xirr, each of them taking their pick of the numerous trinkets and powerful artifacts that littered the room. All of them but the troublesome Gen'Dai who addressed Xirr but moments after he began examining the pieces that he himself wished to lay claim to. “ Great Lord Xirr; In every way, you have proven yourself to be a great warrior. When our sabers failed, you hesitated not, flinging yourself after the enemy with your bare hands. Truly, you are worthy of such a great prize.” He hesitated, allowing himself time to make eye contact with Xirr. “But as great as you power is, do not believe that your power is dependent upon this armor. You have already attained greatness, and have many paths before you in this very cavern. There, a great sword of ice, and there, a sword of flames. Both would call to such a great warrior as yourself. But that armor, would you see fit, would make a great weapon for myself. I believe it is the will of the Gods that I have the armor. When trapped in the tomb, my armor was taken from me. Here, now, I am offered a replacement. It was only by my sacrifice and pain that we attained entry here, and it was the power of the great sith who built this tomb that revived me, seeing me worthy to bring back from the brink of destruction. I would ask, now, that you consider granting me this armor, and allow it to act as the replacement for that which I sacrificed deep within these very tombs. I am not so foolish as to demand; I know my place, and I know your great power. But I also know the power of fate, and of destiny, and would be remiss not to believe in its power to bring people and things together, no matter the opposition.” He said, hoping that flattery would gain him an edge in his desperate plea for Xirr to leave him the armor. Xirr had no intention of doing such a thing, especially once he noticed something else the Gen'Dai had procured already. Wraps of rotting linen, fit for a mummy, that happened to emanate immense power in the dark side. The tattered garments seemed to flicker in and out of visibility as they lay upon the extended arm of Neoplix. Lord Catalyst had already seemingly taken his pick of the treasure and was on his way over to hopefully assist Xirr, and his eyes also seemed to fall on the powerful wrappings that the Gen'Dai had in his possession. Lord Xirr scoffed at the monologue that Neoplix gave him in a plea for the armor that Xirr had laid his rightful claim to " *pfft* The will of the Gods? You believe that the almighty gods of the sith have even the slightest notion that you exist, initiate? You truly do have much to learn. You did lose your armor in the Tomb, this is true, and for that, and your usefulness in getting us to this point, I offer you" He began, before Catalyst interjected “ If I may be so bold, Xirr,” he interrupted whatever they were saying, “ I believe that armor most befits a warrior that has truly earned it in combat. You seem most comfortable in heavy armor anyways. We wouldn’t want to limit Neoplix’s flexibility by containing his form in something so rigid.” He shot a smug smirk at Neoplix. “ Unless he feels particularly unsafe, I would suggest Neoplix stock up on weapons more than armor. Take advantage of his unique physiology rather than hamper it.” His eyes visibly wandered to the bolt of cloth that he could both see and not see. “ And perhaps he should let the more experienced before him dictate what would be most useful in his possession.” Xirr smiled at Catalyst, nodding along with his statement in total agreement. " Astute observation, Lord Catalyst. I was just going to say the same thing myself. You being a Gen'Dai and all, I see no reason for you to need armor as much as you seem to suggest." He looked at Neoplix with a smirk. " Besides, does this glorious work not look as if it were tailored specifically for me?" He asked, reaching into the chest and holding aloft the breast portion of the garment. He looked between Lord Catalyst and Neoplix before letting his eyes visibly peer past them to the icy blade that he had spied previously. TAG: Darth Dreadwar, Volshe, Shira, Darth Catalyst, Padawan4687, gorzan, @lordjania
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Post by gorzan on Apr 17, 2018 20:00:23 GMT -5
IC: Neoplix Location: Tombs Internally, Neoplix cursed Catalyst. He knew he had a shot at getting the armor, but with talk like that from Catalyst, there would be no convincing the power-hungry sith. They could have their suits of armor, he decided. He slipped the rags into an inner pocket of his robes, striding to the first of the chests. Opening it, he removed one of the several pendants, looping it around his neck (Shield amulet). He stepped to the next chest, removing a small tiara, ignoring the other articles. It stood out, it's pendant glittering in the light. He slipped it into one of his pockets, admiring the way it sparkled. He needed to diversify his skillset, so if they wouldn’t consent to his claiming of any of these larger items, he would simply select a few smaller ones. He opened the next two chests, seeing the swords of Ice and Fire. He ignored them, too flashy for his taste. Then, he came to the fifth chest, already open from Catalyst, one of the three Lavenrok’s missing. He ignored the remaining two, instead reaching for the glowing green sword. It was surprisingly heavy, but still easily wielded by his strong hands. He lifted it, sheathing it upon his back, and strode towards the next chest. He passed by all the empty ones, or the ones that others were already opened, until he saw one of them open with several visible items within. A few potions and three rings. He knelt before it, glancing over the rings, before selecting the green one, removing it and fitting it onto his hand. It sparkled in the light, and he felt a strange power rushing through him. Not strength, but a feeling of…. Change. As though at any moment he could spread his arms and fly. he wondered about that, but saw catalyst eyeing him strangely. He internally grinned. Of course, the mysterious rags, welling with dark energy. They fizzled in and out of sight, hinting at their arcane stealth capabilities. He kept them concealed within his cloak, watching Catalyst, and picking out the scroll and the book, flipping through them. For some reason, they appeared to be written in galactic basic, which seemed odd. But while he would enjoy keeping the two items, more important was his getting the attention of Catalyst. He could tell that unlike Xirr, who was renowned as a great warrior, Catalyst was known more for his cunning. And what to better get his attention than with scrolls and books! He turned through the pages, examining each one briefly, hoping to find some new source of combat-applicable knowledge. "So, Catalyst," He said, off handedly, "Have you ever taken an apprentice?" Tags: Darth Dreadwar , @lordjania , Padawan4687 , Shira , dice , Darth Catalyst ,@volshe |
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Post by Volshe on Apr 17, 2018 21:42:15 GMT -5
IC: Darth Viscretus
False Tomb of Naga SadowAs the wall retracted, a sudden burst of emotion seemed to overtake them all, each of them enraptured in whatever tricks the tomb had, once again, in store to surprise them. Viscretus let herself enjoy, quite conservatively, the bubbling warmth that was mysteriously placed. Very mysteriously placed indeed, for a dark, crumbling cavern imbued with the Dark Side. If she had let herself fall prey to the emotion, she would most certainly have lost her tenuous connection to her subjects afar...but also missed the brief kiss that Apollyon planted on Catalyst, her eyes aglow with not merely scarred tissue and void, but a strange passion. Her eyebrow raised. Certainly not something she embraced warmly, the two of them together in any respect. She had done her best to ignore what she had seen as tomb-induced feverish flirtations earlier, but now she would have to watch them both with sharpest eye. She directed a glare at Apollyon, but she had already moved on. She followed just behind the group, taking a moment to pause beneath the statue. The others filed ahead through the next doorway. Her mind puzzled for a moment, pondering if the source of their unnatural euphorias came from within the antechamber. Satisfied it did not, and that no threat followed them, she proceeded. The room ahead was filled with gold. Mounds of it upon the floor, riches stacked and piled around the other focal points - the thirteen chests, also golden, along with a large chariot….and another room, off to the side. One that she had felt startle her friend, and so one she would herself inspect first. Viscretus turned, facing the dimly lit room, realizing it was not that room that had startled Apollyon. Xirr had noticed the presence of the Dashade almost precisely as she had identified it. " I suggest we try our hardest to not awaken, Tall Dark and Deadly over there. I have a sneaking suspicion that our gleeful triumph would be put to a swift end were he to become aware of us." He was already across the room, gawking at trinkets by the time she turned to respond. She smiled. Of course she would rouse the sleeping beast. They were notoriously excellent - and loyal - bodyguards, and no self-respecting Sith would pass up the chance to have one at their side. The Sith Lady strode confidently, yet quietly through the room, watching as everyone picked their various trinkets and weapons. There were four pulls on her mind - the nagging strain of the connection to the Triumphant the most prominent. The remainder did not tax her, but merely demanded attention. The sudden rush of darkness, as though she had plunged into cold, black sea instead of merely entering the treasure room; the call of her name through the Force, softly, as if it were buried in the chamber with them; and the sudden shift of power, a glowing darkness that mimicked her very own ‘saber blades, that almost felt her sinews had been laced with new-found strength. Her watch was on the others, now, and what they had picked. Neoplix - stitched up from his wall encounter - flicked through a tome and clutched a scroll, using them as some distraction as he chatted to Catalyst about something inconsequential. Seamlessly, through the Force, she plucked them from his hands, eliminating his ruse in a way she thought humourous. “ Thank you again, Gen’Dai,” she purred, proceeding to the other chests. She perused two chests more in depth, though she tucked the golden dress beneath her arm and placed the remaining vial of potion - along with the grimoire and scroll - in her satchel. She perhaps did not have any use for them, but there was always the chance to network with gifts and humility, should one of the others be quite interested. The chest she last went towards was that of Robyn, who had picked up what seemed to be an artefact with carving of Pomojema, whispering softly yet intently to it. Two more items joined it, the source of at least some of the frigid darkness she so strongly felt. Around her neck, an amulet she craved...just as the other the twins had claimed. And though it felt.. .wrong...she reached an ivory hand into the chest, past the young Zeltron, and wrapped her fingers around the holocron. She withdrew quickly, glancing back around the room. The prime treasure was not the blades, nor the remaining trinkets, but the Dashade. She would take her pick of the rest soon enough, regardless of whether or not they were claimed. Or…she scooped up a few golden items - a pair of aurodium encrusted chalices, a crown with various glittering gemstones set within, and small, palm sized statuettes of various depictions. She placed a drop of the strength potion upon the statuettes each, setting them gently within the chariot...and then added more, plus drops of her own kolcta-healing concotions, within the aurodium chalices, as she set them aside as well. “ Lords above,” she exclaimed, carefully picking up the chalices and two of the statuettes, avoiding contact with the rivulets of potion. A faux-yet-fervorous grin plastered itself across her face.
Look what I’ve found, she thought, using the slightest tug of mind trick to pull their attention towards her. TAG: Shira, Padawan4687, @lordjania, Darth Dreadwar, dice, gorzan, Darth Catalyst,TAGSET: Korriban
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2018 22:55:40 GMT -5
IC: Jania Kio Location: Treasure Chamber, False Tomb of Naga Sadow After situating herself with her newest items she began to look around for anything that could possibly be of any use to her or her Master. Not really knowing what to look for she was lost and really didn’t pick up anything else. But then in the back of her head she could hear a voice calling out to her that was different than every other voice before. The words it spoke were clear and powerful. “Apprentice... free that beast and make it yours. In turn it will serve me upon my arrival.” Jania instantly knew who was talking to her and immediately began to walk over to the Dashade chamber hoping no one noticed. “Of course Master your command is my duty.” As she reached the stasis chamber she would find the button to deactivate it and took a deep breath before doing so. As the chamber would open and the creature would be freed, Jania would be channel as much dark side energy as possible as she figured the creature was extremely dangerous for an acolyte like her. “Beast from this moment on I’ll be your new Master and you shall obey my command. I take care of you and you serve me for freeing you... is that understood.” She projected as much Force energy as she could figuring she needed to have a dominant presence to the beast. Tags: Darth Dreadwar, Volshe, Shira, Padawan4687, gorzan, dice, Darth Catalyst |
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Post by trentongordon on Apr 17, 2018 23:56:02 GMT -5
IC: So'Kard Location: False Temple of Naga Sadow So'Kard's first thoughts after awaking were of his master's return, finally. He fell out of the stasis chamber and hit the ground. He had landed on his knee's and hands. Within a few seconds he could stand and speak. He saw the child standing before him attempting to command him. Past the child he saw more Sith. He saw them as fakes, children playing at games they didn't understand. He looked back down at the child as she spoke a slightly familiar language but he still didn't know it. He finally spoke using his own language that only those who knew Dashadi would understand. To everyone else it'd sound guttural and barbaric of sorts as if he were truly an animal. "I am So'Kard. You are beneath me. I shall give you to the count of three to retreat to the safety of your friends before I rip your head off." Once he finished this he turned to the other Sith and yelled. "If any of you think yourselves worthy enough to command me step forward and meet me in combat." He beat his fist against his chest in a show of dominance and looked at the child once more. "One. Two." He said counting to three in Dashadi which would still sound guttural. If any were to look at him he'd be wearing very little so as to show his tattoo's. The tattoo's that proved not only what he was but showed the countless battles he'd been in and the many people he'd killed. He was far taller than anyone who wasn't 6'8 and had no weapons but his maw and muscle and his skin was red. As he looked at the Sith with his red pupils and his red iris with a demeaning look. He feared none and challenged all. Tag: @darth Dreadwar, @volshe, Shira, Padawan4687, @darth Catalyst, gorzan, dice |
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Post by trentongordon on Apr 17, 2018 23:56:58 GMT -5
Character Summary
Name: Skard Vel "So'Kard"
Age: 34
Sex: Male
Species: Dashade
Occupation: Slave
Height: 6'8
Weight: 326
Physical Description: A muscled mass of flesh. He has a maw able to rip flesh from bone if needed andhas a head hard enough to crack metal with a butt. He wears no clothes except for bits of armor and a loincloth so the markings on his skin are visible. He was bred to be able to kill with either his hands or a weapon, stealth or not. His steps make no sound as he was trained to be that way. His eyes can be demeaning or even terrifying as they look soulless. They are yellow with red pupils and can give even a rancor a run for their money in fear.
Clothing: A loincloth and buts of durasteel plating.
Weapons: His hands are one other than the rest of his body he has none unless given one by his master.
Description of Abilities: His abilities range from being as stealthy as he needs to be to being as strong as is needed as well. He is skilled in all forms of weapons excluding lightsabers. He has a preference to use his hands because he see's it as being honorable and even skilled. He can rip flesh from bone using his maw and he is capable of pulling limbs from the bodies if he needs to. He is lightfooted which would be unexpected by anyone who didn't know of his kind or his rank among them. He can speak Dashadi and only Dashadi though which can be quite a handful of his master(s) can't speak it as well.
Bio: Skard Vel was born circa 7,000 BBY into a colony of Dashade. They encountered the Sith when the Sith, a race of red bipedal creatures who commanded the dark forces with technology that surpassed the Dashade, landed on their planet. They chose from the best of the warriors, the Shadow Killers. They were trained to kill with either stealth or strength. They didn't need any lightsaber or blasters to kill a man no, they could use their bare hands or their gaping maw's. They were noble warriors. Skard Vel grew up to be trained by one. After the Sith had landed he was taken by their leader, a human named Ku'ar Danar. His goal to attain immortality and absolute power seemed beyond crazy but Skard didn't care. He followed orders and that was it. Anything else and it didn't matter. He killed without mercy and followed orders to the letter. If he was told to pillage and steal he did it without question. After his master disappeared for a few years Tulak Hord put him in an ancient tomb to wait for his masters return. If his master were never to return then he would remain there until found and disturbed.
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Post by gorzan on Apr 18, 2018 0:18:43 GMT -5
IC: Neoplix
Location: Tombs
Neoplix cursed as Viscretus tore the scroll and book from his hands. Typical elitist sith. But that was nothing compared to Jaina’s immediate next actions. She simply strode right up to the stasis chamber, and freed the massive hulking figure. Neoplix Cursed once more, scrambling backwards, knocking over the chest with the rings. He scooped them up, and scrambled backwards, hiding behind a massive pile of gold items.
Within seconds, he had enveloped himself in the wrappings, hidden from view behind the pile of gold. He looked at his arm and willed himself to disappear. Instantly, he vanished. A sly smile grew across his face, and he rose, still staying far back. He would be observing, first and foremost, avoiding involvement. He wanted to see how this would go down.
as the beast began to speak, he realized that perhaps Gen-Dai weren’t the strongest species in existence. Perhaps this Dashade had a slight advantage physically. But he certainly wasn’t at a total advantage. The sith had numbers, intelligence, gear, and skill. This battle was not as lopsided as some might be thinking. He drew his sword, completely silent thanks to the wrappings, and waited. “time for some real action,” he thought, and he bared his fangs in anticipation of the upcoming combat.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2018 0:44:23 GMT -5
IC: Jania Kio Location: Treasure Chamber, False Tomb of Naga Sadow Jania would quickly realize that the creature didn’t understand a single thing she said but was obviously not pleased by her attempts to control him. Taming this thing for her Master was not as easy as he made it sound but she figured she try her best anyway. Taking a few steps back she focused on using the force and hoped it would be enough to get the creature to listen. “I am your new Master now and you will listen to me. Obey my command monster!” She said a few times as she now safely stood ten feet back from the abomination. “Apprentice I’m sorry but you must give up.” She heard the voice in her head say as she stopped chanting and looked up to nothing particular. “Master I can handle this beast. Just give me the chance Master.” Jania said inside her mind as she kept her hand reaching out towards the Dashade. “If you want your life you’ll stop trying to change the beast mind. Protect yourself so you may serve me well Apprentice.” He would then disappear from her mind and she would be free from the voices once more. “Yes Master as you say.” She answered out loud before lowering her hand and reaching for her training blade. Activating it once more this day, Jania took a deep breath before looking to the others in the group. Sure they were probably pissed at her for now but she would make up for it and if in the end they still didn’t forgive her, she honestly didn’t care. They were all obstacles in the way between her and her Master except for Robyn and Scionica. She would leave them alive if it came to it. Turning back to the Dashade she would drop into the offensive form she learned from her Master and reversed the grip of her training blade which made it look like she had done this before. “Beast looks like I’ll have to force you back into your cage if you won’t serve me. Shouldn’t be too hard right..” Tags: Darth Dreadwar, Volshe, Shira, Darth Catalyst, darthramage, gorzan, dice, Padawan4687, trentongordon |
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Post by Volshe on Apr 18, 2018 2:41:00 GMT -5
IC: Relon Ka’a and DavonThe Mysterious Room
" Guys, let's find our way out of here. I certainly don't want to be in here when whatever that thing comes. Let's go. Now.” Both Davon and Relon slowly turned towards the Anzat. They looked at each other, hesitantly, eyes wide. “ Yeah, sure, sure,” Relon said nervously, rising up and taking the ‘schematics’ in hand. Davon still looked rather shaken, and beneath his stare of fear, was praying to a set of Outer Rim deities. “ Only if you don’t eat us," His eyes glanced up and around. " Or give us to that...thing.” Relon smacked the back of Dav’s head, before yanking him up by the shoulder of his jacket. He scanned all of the doors furrowing his wide brow, running a hand along his horn in thought. “Now alls we gotta do is find the way out. It seemed an easy task, before the hologram shifted again, this time into a twisted maw, voids for eyes, flaking skin, and writhing masses within the gaping mouth. The voice came again, this time warping into a jumble of consonants in a much sweeter tone. It comes!
It cosem!
Ti cesom!
Oyu tsum waya! Oyu tsum waya! Het kye ot het rodo is duner het rochno....orf het gihit rodo! Another thud permeated the air, shaking the very bones of the two pirates who stood there. Dav turned, letting out a shriek. It was the other one. The human lay upon his side, hands clenched in fists, black spurting from fissured knuckles...and his eyes open, tears of blood dripping from them as they slowly melted, leaving empty sockets....the residue dribbling to the metal floor, puddling in frothy pools. He was most certainly dead. “ What’d that voice say? ‘Sit some kinda chanti...Holy kriffing kark.” Relon pulled to hands to his head with a sudden wave of fear. They might just be kriffed. -- The Vent Systems
Infrit would no doubt hear the commotion, but responding to it or the ducts ahead would not necessarily be a difficult choice. He had very quickly decided to leave them to their inevitable fates already… Ahead, light filtered into the vents. A break in the straight path was visible, a split both forward and to the left, plus what seemed to be a path upwards...and a vent cover directly beneath, allowing light in. And if he chose to approach, a blue glow would pulse from the left split, and red from the straight one. With further steps to inspect, a warm whisper would follow. Choose, Child of the Force. The right path, the path of light....
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Post by Darth Dreadwar on Apr 18, 2018 2:44:58 GMT -5
IC: Darth ApollyonTreasure Chamber, False Tomb of Naga Sadow, Valley of the Dark Lords, KorribanDarth Xirr was the first to break the stunned silence that had descended upon the Sith. "I suggest we try our hardest to not awaken, Tall, Dark and Deadly over there," he said, motioning with one hand to the Dashade and his stasis chamber. "I have a sneaking suspicion that our gleeful triumph would be put to a swift end were he to become aware of us." Apollyon was inclined to agree. If this alien monster had been placed here to guard this bounty of treasure, it was likely not just a Dashade - and all that implied, from resistance to the Force to the frightening ability to consume life energy - but indeed a Shadow Killer, the greatest and most lethal class of Dashade assassins. Xirr's caution displayed not only in his counsel, but in his actions. He made a show of ogling certain items, but whether out of fear of potential curses commonly found in Sith treasures or fear of overstepping his bounds, he did not claim any. It was of no surprise to Apollyon that it was the brash hopeful Jania Kio who did. Her choice of amulets reminded Apollyon of those once worn by the Sith Lords Exar Kun and Ulic Qel-Droma, and Apollyon's keen eye recognised the design. Talismans of concentration, used by the ancient Sith to focus their powers.
It was a curious choice, given such artifacts would surely surge out of control in such inexperienced hands, but then, Jania's choice was no doubt governed by her inexperience in these matters. It did, however, put to rest Apollyon's concern that Jania was a Jedi infiltrator. All of these artifacts positively radiated the dark side of the Force, harnessing and honing corrupting energy that no Jedi, no matter how deep their cover, would dare so much as touch, for fear of falling to influences they considered, in their sanctimonious hypocrisy, "evil." Jania's actions, in concert with the irresistible pull of dark side energy, appeared to embolden her fellow neophytes; the assassin sisters swiftly stepped forward, splitting up to claim their own loot. And then there was no holding back the veritable stampede. Robyn Shaire's shyness seemed to disappear, to be replaced by a dark glee that warmed Apollyon's heart, as the half-blood initiate quickly claimed her share of artifacts, soaking up their latent energies. The instant Robyn touched the strange black and gold amulet, however, her mind was invaded with visions. It would take her only a second to realise they were memories, of a tragic past buried by the passage of some twelve years. Her dead father, Ventus Shaire, rocking her gently in his lap, warm, comforting arms stretched around her tiny shoulders to help her hold the hardbook storybook in her own. A memory from when she was only four years old, forgotten, but now surfacing with improbably vivid detail. "And then the army of bad guys," Ventus was saying, "surrounded Qa's world. They stopped anyone from leaving the planet with a blockade of ships. Do you know what a blockade is, little robin? A blockade is a biiiiig line of spaceships that prevents anything from getting past it. So this is what they did to my friend Qa. But Qa was clever. Very clever. He had a plan for the bad guys. He had built a huge tower, taller, even, than the bank tower we saw downtown yesterday! It was a huge tower of stone. And Qa used this tower to make all the bad guys go poof !"The memory faded, slipping from her grasp like oil. If Robyn's shock displayed on her face, however, Apollyon missed it. Her attention was drawn to the scene of Xirr, Neoplix and Catalyst, clearly beginning to squabble over a suit of crimson armour and a shroud of linen wrappings. "You believe that the almighty gods of the sith," Xirr was saying to the Gen'Dai, "have even the slightest notion that you exist, initiate?" Apollyon shook her head. Of course any of the team spirit they had built during the expedition would evaporate as soon as there was selfish gain to be made. But such was the way of the Sith. The strongest would pick the best, because they could - because they deserved it, by virtue of their strength. Their lessers would have to make do with the pickings, like Tuk'ata waiting for scraps from their masters' tables. Viscretus displayed this principle in action, as she casually plucked a scroll and a grimoire Neoplix had retrieved straight from his hands. Apollyon had less need for these artifacts than others; she already possessed a shard of Nilrebmah, enchanted to provide some shielding against hostile attacks, in her necklace, as well as a gauntlet that concentrated the power of the dark side. And, of course, her most prized possessions: her lightsaber, powered by a sliver of Dathka Graush's crystalline heart, and a wickedly poisonous dagger. She had waited until now to see whether touching the items would trigger some curse or violent backlash of dark energy. So far, so good. Nonetheless, she knew if she waited any longer, there would be no treasures left for her, and she did notice one chest carried a weapon she dearly wished to add to her collection. An ancient Massassi lanvarok. With a flick of her mind, the heavy halberd floated to her outstretched hand, and Apollyon swiftly strapped the device to her back, fussing with her hair, which was swiftly becoming tangled in the edge of the blade. The voice of her friend pulled her from her task, and Apollyon looked up. "Lords above," Viscretus exclaimed from the corner, prompting Apollyon to quickly come over. Viscretus had clearly found more treasures hidden within the chariot; they, like the items in the chests, were saturated with the power of the dark side. "I'd prefer if you didn't swear," Apollyon frowned. Catalyst's usage of her master's mantra had irked her, earlier, and not even his passionate response to her kiss had been enough to make her forget her conviction that the gods of the Sith deserved the utmost respect. Nonetheless, she leaned in, taking care not to poke her friend in the eye with the lanvarok strapped to her back, and looked over the new trove of artifacts. Chalices, statuettes, a crown... "Fascinating," Apollyon whispered. "If you are willing to share, my friend, I'd like to take at least one of the chalices back to my laborat--" Apollyon was interrupted by a disconcerting noise. Or rather, a disconcerting lack of noise. The faint crackling of lightning emanating from the stasis chamber was dying. The Emperor's Hand whirled around, mouth open, just in time to see Jania withdraw her hand from the red button that powered down the chamber. "You fool!" Apollyon yelled, to no avail. What was done was done, and Apollyon could only summon her lightsaber back to her hand as the Dashade was released to the ground, swiftly standing and growling in a guttural, unfamiliar tongue. Apollyon flicked the ignition instinctively, breaking her own rule about cursing as her lightsaber sparked feebly. Of course. She had forgotten. The dark side nexus had rendered all their technology inoperative. And now they were facing what looked to be a very angry, very ancient monster with no weapons save those that could be pilfered from this collection of treasure. And we have no experience using these artifacts at all...
Apollyon's worried thought was swiftly vindicated, as Jania's amulets both began suddenly glowing with unnatural intensity for a shade of red so dark. The initiate might not have been trying to use the items, but will was not required for the amulets to begin focusing the power of the dark side. They had been building up power all this while, and now they were surging out of control. Jania would feel her rage and hatred amplified a thousandfold, and that, in turn, fed the amulets even further in a vicious feedback loop. There was no time to take them off before the floodgates of rage were opened, and the amulets discharged. A beam of crimson energy leapt from the jewel in her gauntlet with so much force Jania was propelled backwards twenty meters, crashing painfully into the wall near the doorway they had entered the chamber through. The searing beam struck the stasis chamber, which instantly detonated, knocking So'Kard off his feet and blasting a gaping hole in the ceiling, from which poured copious amounts of dust and chunks of rock. The jewel in Jania's necklace, meanwhile, let loose a beam of violent, violet energy, which blew open a hole in the wall behind the wreckage of the stasis chamber. Apollyon was not able to gain any better glimpse of what lay in the darkness beyond the exitway, however, as rocks falling from the ceiling and ruined section of wall quickly piled up, obscuring the hole. The discharges of energy abated. But that did not help Catalyst, who was facing a fist-sized rock flying straight towards his eyes, nor Kevala, who was in the path of a meter-long boulder dropping from directly above her. TAG: Volshe , Shira , Padawan4687 , @lordjania , dice , gorzan , Darth Catalyst , trentongordon
OOC: Status of Treasure (so far - very liable to change! - for player reference only) Unclaimed: 1 Shield Talisman, Ice Sword, Flame Sword, Figurine, Red Armour (kinda) Apollyon: Massassi Lanvarok Jania Kio: 2 Talismans of Concentration Kevala: 3 Shikkar daggers, 2 Talismans of Healing (1 pocketed) Scionica: Golden Spear Neoplix: 3 Larangs, Linen Wrappings, 1 Shield Talisman, 1 Talisman of Translation (pocketed), Poison Sword, Pterosaur Talisman of Transformation, Tuk'ata Talisman of Transformation, Rancor Talisman of Transformation Robyn Shaire: Amulet of the Dead, Amulet of Lightning, 1 Shield Talisman, 2 Lanvaroks, Amulet of ? ? ? (in her hand) Catalyst: 1 Talisman of Translation, Poison Vial, Love Potion (already used), 1 Lanvarok Xirr: (holding breastplate of Red Armour) Viscretus: Scroll, Grimoire, Strength Potion, Golden Dress, Holocron
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Volshe
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Post by Volshe on Apr 18, 2018 3:25:21 GMT -5
IC: Darth ViscretusFalse Tomb of Naga SadowShe turned as Apollyon did. Blasted child, Viscretus hissed under her breath, the girl ruining both her ruse and...awakening the Dashade. “ Beast from this moment on…” Viscretus winced, knowing instantly this would not go well for the peon. “ I’ll be your new Master and you shall obey my command. I take care of you and you serve me for freeing you... is that understood?” The Dashade seemed to look upon her with rightful disdain - or perhaps it was hunger, a craving for blood after such a stasis... “ I am So’Kard.
You are beneath me. I shall give you to the count of three to retreat to the safety of your friends before I rip your head off.” Certainly she was amused, but she had to interject...she proceeded to set the artefacts down, stepping towards the Dashade by the time he had reached three. She hardly had time to react before Jania’s newly-claimed talismans began feeding energy into each other, suddenly firing off with violent blasts that left Viscretus diving for cover - pulling Apollyon with her and landing in a pile of what seemed to be coins and some semi-precious jewellery. The Sith Lady repeated her cursing of the peon, rising to her feet and dusting herself off. The sword of flame flew to her hand with little effort, bolstered by the swirling, rushing nexus of power that surrounded them. She spoke with a cautious confidence in Dashadi, spurring on the beast from where he lie.
Face me, beast, and learn your place.
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Darth Catalyst
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Post by Darth Catalyst on Apr 18, 2018 14:21:48 GMT -5
IC Darth Catalyst Treasure room, Beneath Sadow's tomb
Catalyst nodded in agreement with Xirr’s words. It seemed the bond between them was only growing. Catalyst chuckled a bit at the notion. Neoplix would not be abated though. He stalked off to peer through more of the treasures and Catalyst turned to Xirr. “Insolence like that should definitely be punished I think,” he whispered to the armored lord. His eyes continued to follow Neoplix until Viscretus inexplicably drew his attention. She was examining some trinkets from the piles of gold around the chests. He shook his head. Even the most powerful here were subject to greed when there was untold treasure at stake. At least some here had restraint. He turned back to Xirr who was now holding the armor and was about to say something when Neoplix interrupted him from behind.
"So, Catalyst," He said, off handedly, "Have you ever taken an apprentice?" Catalyst turned to respond but was interrupted a second time. This time it was Viscretus, neatly plucking Neoplix's most recent pilferings from his hands on the strings of the Force. The Gen’Dai scuttled back into a pile of treasure and gave her a dirty look before wrapping himself in the linens that Catalyst himself coveted. Catalyst smirked and watched the Gen’Dai fade from view and become all but undetectable, wondering why he had not done the same already. That is precisely why I haven’t taken an apprentice. Acolytes are so incredibly myopic. As if to prove his point, he turned just in time to see Kio pressing the button on the Dashade’s containment pod. The creature leapt out and immediately roared a guttural challenge that Catalyst could not make out. He tapped his newly acquired translation talisman. Kriffing thing doesn’t even work. A protocol droid would be more useful. Jania’s multiple amulets started glowing and wildly firing off blasts of eldritch energy. Catalyst rolled his eyes again. Typical initiate, biting off more than they can chew. He saw the rock hurtling towards his face at breakneck speed. He still didn’t trust his lightsaber would work to deflect it, so he did the next best thing: He raised his hand and stopped the stone midair with the Force that resonated so strongly in this place.
With the boulder held fast meters away from him, he debated what exactly to do with it. Naturally the Dashade was the primary target. Catalyst furrowed his brow, keeping his eyes on the coins that he knew Neoplix would shift with his motion. With the stone clutched by the Force, he also cloaked himself from view and stalked towards the Gen’Dai. Viscretus was already bellowing a decidedly unattractive challenge in the Dashade’s language. The rest of them had it handled. Catalyst had to teach Neoplix a lesson. He seemed to want to learn. Sith teachings were unkind to those who were arrogant and foolish. He flung the stone at the Dashade and leapt high into the air, thankful that the Dark Side energies flowing through this place continued to bolster his Force powers. His eyes searched for footsteps of the cloaked Gen’Dai through the piles of coins. First rule of stealth, leave no evidence. It seemed Neoplix hadn’t moved yet, as the coins where Catalyst had originally spotted him hiding remained undisturbed. Catalyst alighted himself softly on the ground nearby, making sure not to disturb any of the debris or treasure. It was likely Neoplix wouldn’t know to search for him, seeing as the Dashade was the focus of everyone else’s aggression. He looked around for something to encourage the acolyte to be a little more respectful to his Masters and spotted a sword that seemed to be emanating frosty air. Not exactly my style, but freezing a Gen’Dai is hilarious. He telekinetically lifted it from its resting place and pointed the blade at Neoplix as if he were holding it in his own hand. A flick of his invisible wrist sent the sword screaming towards where he was certain the Gen’Dai still stood.
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Post by Darth Catalyst on Apr 18, 2018 14:41:08 GMT -5
IC Darth Nostrem Lava Tunnels, Citadel Catacombs
The stone slab wobbled precariously between the combined telekinetic power of Solus and Deleritas. It was not an easy task, but through sheer force of will, it slowly rose upwards in the column. Nostrem watched curiously from below as the stone moved, then tilted. The two Sith Lords would easily be able to jump down and, with a little guidance from the Force, land squarely where Nostrem was sitting. He opened his arms wide in a mocking gesture to catch them like a leaping lover. “So glad you could join me Lords!” his rasping cackle greeted their descent. “You’ve made it just as far as the peons who had to service these forsaken passages.” He stood up, stretching theatrically and yawning. “Let’s see how much further you can make it.”
The passageway behind Nostrem was brightly lit by the lava river flowing below what appeared to be a tunnel made from volcanic glass. Closer observation would reveal that it was yet another product of Sith Alchemy; the glass was almost supernaturally clear, and looked to be no thicker than a centimeter, yet it remained unscratched and would hold weight when stepped on. The unfortunate side effect of such lighting was that the hall was akin to an oven. It was no longer merely oppressive, but potentially deadly; it would render Solus and Deleritas unconscious in a matter of minutes unless they took some measure to block out the heat.
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Post by trentongordon on Apr 18, 2018 20:32:07 GMT -5
IC: So'Kard Location: False Temple of Naga Sadow So'Kard had been blasted forward and stumbled on a rock. He got up quickly and saw the rock heading to him. He blocked it with his arms and was pushed back a little. He looked at the child who had done it and growled at her. He felt compelled to crush her head until he heard a challenger. He heard a challenger in his language. He admired her, for it was a feminine voice, and so he would give her a chance. He turned to face her and got in his stance. His back heel up and his hands up. He chuckled and spoke to her. "I don't know whether you're a fool or brave but I do admire you for challenging me, I really do. I'm afraid we'll have to leave it to fate. May the best warrior win." He bowed quickly and then got back in his stance. He rushed at her with a roar his footsteps silent despite his size and weight and threw a roundhouse at her head putting his weight into it. If he missed he'd follow it up with a knee towards her face. If it hit he'd crush her skull beneath his foot. If it was blocked he'd still follow up with a punch towards her chest instead. Tag: @volshe, @darth Dreadwar, Shira, @darth Catalyst, gorzan, dice, Padawan4687 |
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