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Re: At Hero's End

Post by Silas Karn » Sat Nov 21, 2020 7:55 pm

As Tormentous filled the last vial Sovereign collapsed the sphere of the sorcery allowing his self to be released from his exertions. Being gifted the extracted miasmic toxins drew a smile to the priest’s countenance. Taking the time to safeguard the rare specimens from any light inspection of his temporary sanctum, an already almost impossibility, the Sovereign removed the potential temptation. Finally finished with the forging of the soul sealed blade the High Priest gave further inspection to the horrific weapon. “I would fear that blade more than any sentient currently alive, its make is beyond us all.” It was a word of warning, carrying far greater weight than any he had ever levied towards the Dark Lord. The weapon the three had crafted was on a tier higher than even the Jidai Maras which was already a living artifact in its own right.

No practitioner of the Force alive in the current age or perhaps in all the ages that had already passed could survive its wrath unchanged. However, the use of the weapon and the effect it would have upon the galaxy was a matter for another day. With their labors completed another call had to be addressed. With a snap of the Sovereign’s finger two figures swiftly arrived. Thralls of the former overseers of the starports and orbital stations soon stood at attention as the Sovereign shifted his notice.

“Ready my ship then await further instruction should Warvanus have need of the same.” As swiftly as the pair arrived the priest waved them away. Looking back to the War-Bringer the High Priest spoke in a firm tone, “I see you have learned much. Yet simply accessing the great pool of the Sith’s cumulative knowledge and power is but the start.” As it was not specifically the Sovereign’s place to offer instruction to the man that had claimed the title Darth as well as supplanted all others in garnering the place of the Dark Lord’s apprentice he left Warvanus to acquire their true understanding. All that now remained was to follow Tormentous to the source of their shared disturbance.

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Re: At Hero's End

Post by Jacobi Wylcott » Wed Jan 27, 2021 3:03 am

The trio took a ship and the flight lasted twenty minutes which took them into the mountains of Moraband. The highest peaks were snow capped. Of these there was one large peak that resembled a crater of massive proportions - a long dormant volcano. Their ship circled twice to find a clear landing zone - they failed to find one - Tormentous was not to be dissuaded as the volcanoes epicenter was where the disturbance was most keen. He announced to the two Sith Lords that were with him that they were to fly low enough for them to jump from the ship - without killing themselves.

Low did the vessel fly as the autopilot took them down into the depression, the ramp allowed the chilled air inside and his cape roiled with the currents. Without hesitation the Dark One stepped from the ramp and fell, the distance wasn’t too far though it did make for a dramatic entrance which in itself was important. He came down to one knee with tremendous force - enough to likely kill a normal man. He stayed on one knee for a moment to allow his equilibrium to catch back up with him for the rushing motion coming to a sudden stop was a tarnished feeling indeed.

Finally settling his mind he lifted his gaze from the ground and looked forward - so did he rise and retrieve the sword from his back. As his gauntleted grip fasted itself about the leather bound hilt the Dark Side of the Force screamed as the connection was made between the Master of Moraband and the Sword of Damnation. Instantly the blade ignited in a blue hellfire that defied physics as cold came from its touch rather than heat. Hoarfrost crested the surface of the beautiful sheen surface and raced onto his gauntlet. His dead eye scanned the surface of the volcanoes mouth and he saw nothing though his senses captured the essence of great and terrifying evil - whatever it was, it was definitely here.
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Re: At Hero's End

Post by Kell Sangros » Wed Jan 27, 2021 2:14 pm

Darth Warvanus gazed at the mountains below, as the shuttle made its way to its destination. It was a sight to see, it was also by his estimation a perfect environment to test would be apprentices, well apprentices who were not used to the climate the mountains provided. The Shuttle came upon the crater it was impossible to miss it , the dormant volcano did not pose a threat to the shuttle or its VIP crew inside. When the Emperor spoke he gave a nod of acknowledgment and then tore his gaze away from the landscape below.

The ramp opened, and Warvanus watched as Tormentous jumped out. He would do the same, he walked to the edge and as if he were disembarking a tram he walked off and into a fall to the ground below. With a nudge from the Force he would control his desent and when his feet hit the ground, he bent his knees to take the recoil of the descent. Like Tormentous he was unharmed, where as anyone who did not have the Force would have died or broken every bone in their body.

It was a moment before Warvanus stood fully upright but when he did, he drew out Akaan Burkida. The Sword of War , still in its infancy as he had not forged this blade all that long ago. It was light in his hand. The Blade sang to the War-Bringer, yearning to spill blood, yearning to serve its Master. Warvanus took a couple of steps closer to Tormentous he could feel whatever it was, was close by, but nothing more, nothing specific. Whatever it was, it would bend to the will of those gathered.

He said nothing as his eyes scanned the landscape and into the depths. His gaze remained passive. He was half tempted to just jump right in, but that a foolish gesture. It was not courage or being driven by his will to spill blood that fueled the notion, but his folly it was the other things that prevented him from acting rash. That and experience. He could not sense much else in this vicinity. Whatever it was, it was the ruler of this domain. At least for now…
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Re: At Hero's End

Post by Silas Karn » Wed Jan 27, 2021 4:52 pm

Upon hearing Tormentous’s instruction the Sovereign audibly groaned. It was not that he was to heed another’s orders but the manner to which it was to play out, the implications. “Silas just had to forgo his learnings in environmental manipulation..." Sovereign muttered as Tormentous leapt from the shuttle. It was a gap in the High Priest’s vast pool of knowledge, one that would need to be rectified should he continue to mix company with such stalwart physical specimens. “Brutish as always, so unrefined…” Sovereign remarked as Warvanus took his leave as well.

Calling upon the Force, the High Priest walked to the end of the ramp and rather than jump or steady his self for a fall the lithe form of the Sovereign pivoted downward as his body swung under. After a swift descent Sovereign’s body steadied itself in perfect stance on the underside of the ramp (Force Adhere). Eliminating nearly 2 meters in distance already, the agile Echani then released his hold and elegantly began rotating midair while channeling the energies he had gathered to further mitigate his fall. While Tormentous and Warvanus both had slammed into the ground, the Sovereign landed with a flip of his cape in a final backwards rotation that so greatly diminished his velocity that the impact allowed him to remain standing.

Grandiose entrances aside it was what the trio faced next that fully held the priest’s attention. A foreboding so powerful that even one that had supplanted his own biological mortality felt apprehension in his movements. In all his studies of the histories surrounding the two Orders the Sovereign had only gleaned second hand retellings and vague passages as to what the Sith Lords would now confront. If left to the High Priest he would call forth the entity from its domain to leverage the trio’s positioning against their foe. With the pair of Sith Lord’s out front from the Sovereign already brandishing their blades the priest stayed back and began to call forth the pinnacle of his connection to the Force. If Tormentous intended to take point and direct the confrontation the High Priest could then direct the flow of the contest granting immense boons to both the Dark Lord and his apprentice, while hindering their foe at every turn.

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Re: At Hero's End

Post by Jacobi Wylcott » Sat Jan 30, 2021 6:06 am

His Left and his Right had joined him. Their gathered power coursed through this place as a tidal force of dread. Likely unbeknownst to them the creature within this tomb had merely stirred through their earlier machinations of the ritual of the dagger yet their current presence - awsome to behold - finally was the thing that brought the beast of nightmares forth as a herald of the coming conflicts that would stretch far and wide across the galaxy. Henceforth it would awaken and fulfill a prophesy long in the telling.

As the trio set foot upon the mountain high, their very presence stilled the winds and heated the dormant magma below. Tremors through the Force shuddered the mountain core and the dead heart awoke. It was the clarion call of the Emperor’s heart, the very world of Moraband honored him in its own way. Low rumbles began at first and they grew in stature as a great disturbance in the Force roiled through the aether. The void itself opened to oblivion and spilled out the spirit of a long dead soul. With cracks in the mountainous tomb forming wider gaps that promised to be any man’s grave the spirit of old came hither and seeped into the ground - its passing was whispers in languages too many and too horrible to hear.

Crumbling below was the hardened heart of the volcano as golden liquid rock spewed through and opened canals so wide that tanks - no - starships could fit throughout. It was violent, it was chaos - it was the song of the Dark Lord himself. As Tormentous walked across the rock topped surface of the volcano the earth beneath hiim rent asunder yet his stride was ordained by the Dark Side of the Force itself.

Destiny. Fate.

Steaming jets of heat shot up through the cracks in the ground, hot enough to broil hardened steel. Every passing moment left an increase in heat the likes that man could ill afford. Even the Dark One would need to retire from this place in time - yet there was business to attend and his will would not be decided upon by mere temperature. Down below the magma began to build up, the acrid smell of poisonous sulfur stole the pure oxygen away and black inky clouds rose into the skies of Moraband as the mountain itself growled and snarled a warning to all.

Below the surface a pair of eyes, devoid of anything less than the mirth of the stars snapped open. A heartbeat echoed into the Force of that which should not ever be.

Darth Tormentous came to a stop as he found himself far enough in this advance. From there the cracking ground was at an epicenter point and from here burst a the talons of a beast so ancient that time itself had no recollection. From the sheer mass of rock that shot upwards, portions of red headed ore and larger and larger proportions of this monster - Tormentous took a defensive stance so that he could better ascertain what he was seeing - in truth he had no idea of this creature’s full girth nor its fury.

Out it came from the depths of the heart of Moraband. Spines of threatening bone rose from the earth. Jaws with rows upon rows of razor sharp teeth. Arms with muscles bunched so tight they were as steel cabling. Stout legs capable of traversing ground with swift sprints. This monster was as big as a tank and far more ferocious. It had a massive crown and tusks to frame its horrible face. The Force screamed out (Danger Sense) and Tormentous’ focus was pulled to those awful tusks, fangs and claws - other than obvious reasons the Dark Lord sensed far more danger there. He thought back to his own Battle Hydra and the significance was then made clear. He called to Warvanus and Sovereign. “Poisonous as Kraujas Ntima. Don’t let it touch you.”

Finally the demon came fully from its tomb and it lifted its head to roar. A thunder rolled from its venomous gullet and what came from its mouth was nothing from a beast of natural order. A roar of some terrifying monster from beyond the void called out, and through the Force each individual here - Tormentous, Warvanus and Sovereign - felt the beast was calling to them and it knew their names.

When those eyes fell on the trio - they were hungry.

So very hungry.

It sensed them - and it wanted to devour them - and it would not stop until they were each destroyed in utter and absolute finality.

He gripped his sword tightly. He sent a signal through the Force to the other Sith that stood with him. That signal said nothing but the promise of this monster’s destruction - or perhaps even its subjugation.
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Re: At Hero's End

Post by Kell Sangros » Sat Jan 30, 2021 4:55 pm

Such Hunger, It was a insatiable hunger it lusted to feed the hunger it would not stop until it carried out its desire, Warvanus could feel it through the Force tremors rippled through it like a tidal wave crashing the shores. The air was thick with its fury and its hunger. As the ground rumbled the War-Bringer kept his footing, he did not back down.

Whatever this beast was one thing was clear in the War-Bringer’s mind and that this beast was worthy of the Emperor himself. Then as the thought formed in his mind he could hear his name through the Force.

Warvanus” it said nothing more but he could feel its desire to eat him. He imagined the three of them would make tasty morsels for this beast who was now emerging from hiding. The trio appealed to it because of their power both combined and individually.

Poisonous as Kraujas Ntima. Don’t let it touch you.” The Emperor called out

He tightened his own grip on Akaan Burkida as he met the hungry eyes of the beast. When it looked into the eyes of Warvanus it would see an absence of fear. If the beast formulated words to describe what it could see in the eyes of Warvanus, it was a sense of awe, but also unbreakable determination.

Warvanus was not schooled on the beasts of the Darkside not like the Sovereign and the Emperor were. He could feel the lust for blood in his Blade. The War-Incarnate ached to spill blood, yearned to serve its master this way. No matter what course Warvanus would take the sword would obey its master.

Warvanus would not go on the offensive, not yet. He would obey the word of the Emperor and follow his lead. That would be wise he concluded quickly.
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Re: At Hero's End

Post by Silas Karn » Mon Feb 01, 2021 8:33 pm

A terrifying presence with an immense primal bloodlust, this creature was like none the Sovereign had ever faced. Yet the company that he held here was more than sufficient to the task of slaying the beast. However, what greater boon would there be than to subdue the ancient. This was the second time the same day that an entity had been birthed from the malevolent energies of the darkside itself. ‘Incapacitating such a being, without killing it, might be beyond even this Triumvirate,’ Sovereign noted.

As if to match the intensity of the monster’s arrival the Sovereign slammed his hands together and invoked the ‘gate’ unsealing the domain of the Sith’s true strength into his own being (Sith Sorcery). With the monumental surge of darkness flooding into his core the armor of the High Priest resonated. Chants within the ancient tongue of the Sith soon followed, though in this instance drowned out by the guttural outcries of the darkside spawn. “If the lore is accurate regarding this creature it holds legendary resistances to direct assaults using the Force.”

The priest left off commentary on potential resistance to lightsabers as it only affected him amidst the three assembled. Regardless of that possibility the next move for the Sovereign was swiftly witnessed by both Tormentous and Warvanus. Adjoining each Sith Lord, at both sides of their front guard, in flamboyant fashion the crimson lights of a pair of short handled full-length lightsabers flourished into place (Telekinetic Lightsaber Combat).

With the two juggernauts out in front both bolstered by the Sovereign’s greatest technique the spawn would find itself greatly hindered in inflicting any damage upon the pair. “Try not to outright slay this creature. Never have even the greatest of our Order managed to so much as cage these monsters. Imagine the boon a shock team of these beasts would serve!” Already one relic beyond the comprehension of man had been forged this day. Would it be possible to bind the cycle in order to procure another?

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Re: At Hero's End

Post by Jacobi Wylcott » Thu Feb 11, 2021 8:47 pm

This was no battle of finesse nor would it ever be. The beast came forth with all the fury of a thousand suns, first charging straight at the Dark Lord of the Sith as it hefted a fist sized boulder - which to a normal man was several tons - and hurling it angrily at the Bloody Right Hand all the while roaring a blood curtailing scream. Tormentous met the charge head on though physics wouldn’t allow him to deny the bull rush of such a massive creature. He lashed his sword up and it connected with the incoming claws of the left arm, sparks flew bright and wide but astonishingly the sword did not cleave the talons away for they were apparently made of an incredibly durable form.

From here the Dark One sidestepped and rolled away to keep from being trampled by the storming monstrosity. When he came up the beast met him with a broad backhand. He only had time to lift his forearm in defense before getting clobbered. The defense left his free arm numb with exploding pain as his armor cracked under the pressure of impact. Such a blow nearly broke his arm and surely left stress fractures. One arm couldn’t stay the blow entirely and his defense compressed to his chest which took him off his feet and at least fifteen feet away. Tormentous was not to be undone and he rotated accordingly to land still on his feet.

With a vicious smile beneath his mask at the prospect of a duel with this beast he flourished his sword and started maneuvering back into the fight by at which time the monster was eyeing Warvanus now with several vicious blows and strikes, even trying to stomp him into the ground now that the bull rush charge was over and the fight properly began.

What was likely the most difficult was that they could not sense this beast and its movements were blind. They would have to rely on their natural abilities in combat to overcome this foe. At first they would feel this most but once they Sith Warriors realized this short coming then they would get into a rhythm - this beast would have its day ended when the Sith had their final say. It would die - or it would be their slave. Either way it would end its own days by being replicated at the hand of the High Priest and sooner or later the monster’s own spawn would be for the Sith as useful tools with which to crush their enemies.
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Re: At Hero's End

Post by Kell Sangros » Fri Feb 12, 2021 12:35 am

Warvanus was in agreement with Sovereign, making this creature to submit would be best. It was time to find out the outcome. First he saw two lightsabers floating in the air blades humming , he saw Silas perform this feat one other time. Then he witnessed Tormentous making his move going for the direct attack. He gripped Akaan Burkida tighter, the blade hummed, anticipating the battle that was imminent. He stretched out (Combat Sense) which had grabbed the creature’s attention.

It had thrown strike after strike, Warvanus allowing the force to direct him (Enhance Skills) he was dodging each strike aimed at him. With each strike he had looked for an opening. Maybe it would tire if it kept meeting air with each attack but like the three of them it was not about to give up. The creature grabbed a boulder and threw it in Warvanus’ direction, he met it by striking it in a downward to upward slash, the boulder cleaved in two pieces. He moved in close, having seen an opening. It was not going to be a fatal attack but it might take the fight out of the beast. He brought Akaan Burkida to the back of what he guessed was its’ knee. His weapon made contact but it did not have the desired effect, while it did cut and the creature howled in pain it did not slow it down. He rolled away but as he did so It had tagged Warvanus in the back with a boulder, His danger sense failing to warn him of the attack. He had been knocked to the ground.

He was conscious the beast approaching him as it perceived him as weak. He slowly rose to his feet anger and hatred now flowing as was his battle lust. It went to strike him again only to meet empty air. Another opening presented itself as he had dodged the last strike, and in a battle lust filled snarl he thrusted Akaan Burkida deep into the creature right under the arm the full length of the blade impaled in this beast’s arm pit or what he perceived as its armpit, Warvanus snarled as it howled in pain In its pain it had backhanded the War-Bringer with such force he was sure he had fractured if not broken a couple of ribs it had sent him about ten to fifteen back. He drew deep on the Force now, Letting it fill him with resolve, adrenaline the lust to continue. (Battlemind) He rose to his feet, a crazed grin on his face. He extended his hand (Telekinesis) and Akaan Burkida dislodged itself from the beast its blade covered in its blood, the handle returned to the hand of the War-Bringer. It roared in defiance as it turned its attention back to Tormentous and to the High Priest.
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Re: At Hero's End

Post by Silas Karn » Mon Feb 15, 2021 6:30 pm

To the untrained eye the Sovereign’s attempts to mitigate the damage received by the Dark Lord and his apprentice had fallen short. Even as Tormentous received the heavy initial charge it had been at a curtailed in angle and speed by a flurry of blades. Yet even as Sovereign laced the beast with smoking trails of unguarded beams tearing into its hide the spawn’s legendary resistance held firm. It was not until Warvanus managed to drive his sword through that stunningly effective natural armor that Sovereign was given a proper opening.

All four of the crimson blades dispersed immediately from their former positions and dove for the wound. Mere millimeters separated the hilts of the four blades as they stabbed into the newly received scar. A pained, yet rage filled howl soon resounded out far beyond the mountainside. The trio had managed to shift the momentum of the contest and the serpentine priest now eyed the laceration with keen interest. Regardless of the spawn’s defenses there could be no defense against such an onslaught. Satisfied with the injury, that would mitigate any further all-out charges similar to the one that had nearly slain the Dark Lord, the Sovereign recalled the four hilts. Dashing back to put further space between his self and the spawn. Reaching out through the Force the High Priest gathered into his unmatched sight (Life Sense).

The monochromatic domain of the Sovereign’s vision was granted the luminance of the realm beyond the veil as the priest channeled the Force into his right hand. The grievous injury forged from the trio’s efforts was laid bare before his senses as the Sovereign manifested an invisible serpent only granted visage beyond the mundane (Affliction). With understanding that this spawn must indeed be a Terentatek, The Sovereign did not yet strike. The High Priest awaited Tormentous’s counter attack in order to grant an opening. Further still was the increase of potency necessary to properly affect the spawn.

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