Faction The Grand Melee

[Rayth]

"Choose your sparring weapon." *

"Your class must have an order and so we host the Grand Melee"

"What are the rules?"

"If a Sith Knight calls you out, then you are out."

"The rules of engagement?"
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"Win."​

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Influenced by the Dark Elf Trilogy, set in the caves beneath the Sith Academy on Korriban, comes a training melee with no rules. Choose your alliances carefully and win.

Spoiler

• Open to Sith Acolyte to take part
• Groups/Alliances will come and go as students try not to get picked off at the start (hunger games style)
• Knights/Lords to give pep talks to their students and commentate.
• It's not supposed to be a heavy PvP competition, its just a fun thread to do some alliances/betrayals and some action.
• There will probably be <10Pc characters and ~40 NPCs in a series of sprawling tunnels.
• A Sith Knight NPC will mark you as "dead" if defeated, write this yourself when your character is done
• When it begins, students will have ~ a minute to find their own starting point in the tunnels before people can fight

Post here if interested!

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* Students are armed with wooden weapons imbued with the quills of pelko bugs which deliver a heinous, paralyzing and very painful toxin, made to simulate wounds from a real saber. [quote from Caedes]

 

[Rayth]

"I thought I was not your Acolyte?" Rayth asked. The tall pureblood sith had come to collect him and had brought him to the tunnels for the melee.

"You're here not my acolyte. Your performance does not reflect upon me directly. You are simply an individual of interest. Unfortunately my peers know that and I could still be embarrassed by you," Darth Reprimar explained. The Sith Lord and pureblood had dragged Rayth here as a potential Acolyte, but had made it clear that Rayth needed to survive on his own. The only real help Reprimar offered, was to bring him meals and the occasional morsel of advice.

"What should I do?" Rayth asked.

"Other masters have forged alliances ahead of the battle. Students of one master are already forming together, see?"

Rayth looked around them. He hadn't even noticed acolytes forming pairs and larger teams. He suspected some would have chosen teams, but stayed apart until they went into the maze so as not to reveal their strength.

"Before you ask, no, I have not made any arrangements. Look at the individuals who have no titles or patrons. Find someone who has been at the academy for a few years. They will value you as backup, whilst seeing you as easy to defeat when they want to thin the pack. Stay with them as long as you can. Like a parasite. Like you are. No feeding. Stick to the rules. If you can make the top half of the list with only a month of training I will be impressed. If you get near the end, find an opportunity to stab your allies in the back and hide. It would be your only chance of making the top ten."

With that, the Sith Lord turned and left. Rayth was left alone. He carried a short sword sized sparring weapon in his right and dagger in his left, as he preferred it.

He looked around to try and find some potential allies before they were sent into the maze.

 

[Kadann]

Kadann walked across a metal gangway suspended over the maze.

He had never seen this, but had heard tales of how far the Sith would let their acolytes go in hurting one another. For every three that arrived at the academy, one would be carried away in a box.

There were many walking across the gangways, observing the fights. All to give reports on the prospective talents as much as to ensure that those that died stayed down until the game was over.

Even with their visibility, he wondered if any would die here today. If there any scores to settle that would be chalked up as accidents when the game was done.

 

[Alina Tremiru]

A poisoned blade?

Alina looked over the wooden weapon, chuckling just a little as she did. It was an interesting take, arming the acolytes with a weapon that would make it feel as if they'd been cut by a lightsaber. It made sense, of course. In a way she actually preferred. No real risk of maiming, but all the pain to teach a proper lesson regardless. She let the blade twirl in her hand before looking towards a pair that had tried to overwhelm her.

It was a loophole, of sorts. In her new body Alina needed to relearn quite a bit. Or, well, learn. Her old body didn't have a connection to the Force, not in a way that let her utilize it as these acolytes did.

Asides, it was like a trip down memory lane. Her very first appearance in the Sith was a battle royal much like this. Though far more dangerous. Alina lifted her blade as she left the two on the floor and moved deeper within the caverns, smiling wide. This was a far cry from the desperate girl who didn't want to die.

Domina Prime | Rayth

 

[Domina Prime]

In her Heart is a Hole
The black mark on her soul

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In her hands is your heart, And she wont let go till it's scarred



Alina Tremiru | Darth Carnifex | Open

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Children of the galaxy were cursed, rather they knew it or not. The ever victimized are casualties of war, that is to be commonly accepted; whether through their innocence, life, or other means, do they suffer. Some admittedly however are dealt an unfavorable, bad hand. Even Domina herself could be considered a child of misfortune. Especially if she were to dwell and sulk over her violent, bloody upbringing on TITAN, but if she were to dwell on her position in life, she would without hesitation believe that she triumphed through suffering with a chilling delight. Yes, as a child Dima was born into an environment that harvested all negatively-raw emotions...An upbringing befitting for a future of destruction and devastation as only she could bring.

And as those sharp, pinkish hued eyes dilated to fine pins the xeno seemed to radiate an energy completely opposite to how she was raised. Claws plucking and twisting at buttons and dials as the ship whooshed through hyperspace. A expression of giddy warmth and girlish delight stained the young xenos face as the sound system of The Crestfallen suddenly began to blare poppy and upbeat music abruptly.

"Ohh, Dima LOVES this song!" The impish xeno exclaimed, bouncing in her seat as her four arms proceeded to touch and meddle with things she had no business meddling with. "Open the mind. Experimentation keep running! This one is one of a kiiiiiiind, but they treat Dima like she's something ugly~" She quipped, completely botching the lyrics of the song due to not fully understanding the phrases or lingo.

Much to the Dismay of the Butcher King and Dark Lord of the Sith. Who was in the seat across from her with a...well, an expression on his face as he was forced to watch the Xeno tamper with his vessels controls and radio system. Dima was bouncing out of the seat as the music continued, twirling about on the balls of her feet while terribly singing, leaning in smoothly to wrap one of her many arms around Darth Carnifex neck casually. "C'mon sing with this one! Dima knows you know the words!" She cheerfully mused. Entertaining herself for the trip until suddenly the ship slowed its descent to land firmly on the ground.

Dimas attention quickly swapped from the music to the rattling and shaking of the ship as it's engines riled down and the ramp to the vessel lowered, allowing the bizarre Xeno to come barreling out like a bat out of hell. The low chittering of excitement filling the air as the teeth lining the sides of her cheeks vibrated against one another. Taking in the massive maze-like structure and squinting suspiciously as a vast collection of Acolytes and other godlings gathered for what Dima understood to be some kind of 'competition'.

Carnifex did not fully explain what they were getting involved in.

And honestly he did not need to. All he had to do was promise the Xeno the pleasure and delight of battle. However, overseer instructor of the test was quick to come to the Dark Lords vessel with a stick in hand. Giving it out to the four armed woman as Dima narrowed her pinkish eyes and made a face of obvious displeasure.

"The fuck is that?" She blurted out, taking the wooden stick and frowning so deeply her attitude from moments before had done a complete 180. "The fuck is Dima supposed to do with this?" She asked again as she twirled it in her hand and slapped it at a the leg of Carnifex's ship just to feel like bounce off in a very unimpressive manner.

The instructor stared. And stared HARD. Half bewildered by the xenos behavior, half curious as to who was traveling with The Butcher King and why.

"It's for the trials. Acolytes will be participating in a disqualification trial, the rules are sim-"

"Ew, Fucking lame~" She grumbled, cutting him off and dropping the stick onto the floor as she looked back towards the ship where Carnifex would likely be following from. "Hey, you promised Dima many godlings to sharpen this ones claws against! How is this one supposed to sharpen them against STICKS!? Gods don't use sticks! Unless they glow of course~" She complained, causing the Overseer to frown even deeper as she proceeded to literally ignore him with her focus now on the Butcher King. "Is this like...godborn humor? Because it is NOT funny ok not even a little! Dima had to cancel her plans to be here ya know!" She complained at him, folding two pairs of her arms across her chest while tossing her nose up at the stick on the floor.

She pouted from behind her mask, clearly quite agitated as she clearly had a completely different mental image of what this whole ordeal would be like and thus far her expectations were not being met.

Someone had some explaining to do.

"Is. that. so. child?" The overseer asked, with a flick of his wrist the poisoned stick returned to his grip as he quickly winded up his arm to swing towards her exposed back after she had turned it to him. Looking to teach a painful lesson to the bratty Xeno as the air was severed by the sheer speed and intensity of his swing, using the force to likely amplify the strike.

And in that instant...in that second the strike was about to make contact there was a blistering blur of azure light as the stick went flopping onto the floor all over again. Thought this time, with a hand still clutching it tightly. The snarling howl of the Overseer rang through the air as he held his wounded arm, his eyes staggering in his sockets in confusion as he stared at his missing hand. "Graaagh! W-what is this MADNESS?" They barked viciously as blood trickled down their arm and pooled onto the ground beneath them.

Dima gasped, turning her focus back to the poor Sith as she brought her hands to her helm. "O-oh no, sorry! It's a reflex Dima swears!" She cried in embarrassment as she covered her face with her claws. "Oh sugarsnaps, i-it'll be fine! Dima is sure you can fix it right?" She cooed, reaching down and picking the stick back up and prying his hand from its grip and giving his severed limb back to him. His face twisting with a mixture of fury and confusion as Dimas bloodied lasher just returned to its common state drifting like thin fabric behind her. "Dima really is sorry godborn, you weren't ready yet! This one will do better next time~" She warmly mused as she looked back at Carnifex and instantly put all four of her arms behind her back as if feigning innocence from the scene she had caused. "Uhhh...Dima didn't do it~" She murmured before slowly stepping off to the side and casually stepping down towards the maze with the stick in her hands so she did not get into trouble again. "Wheeeeeeelp, gotta blast!" She murmured before slinking off and towards the other acolytes who gathered at different entrances of the maze. Trying to avoid the inevitable scolding that was coming~

 

[Annika Starfire]

Location: Korriban
Objective: Meet other acolytes
Tags: Rayth Kadann Alina Tremiru Domina Prime

"OK, so I have a special treat for you all tonight" the half Zeltron said into her comm whilst leaning up against the railing of the training area. "Your girl Anni-K is going to be getting a chance to train with some truly mystical people, let's hope the dark gods are on my side tonight! I'm not allowed to record inside, but i'll be right back afterwards. Wish me luck, may the Ravens watch over you." she pulled her hand through the air and made an arcane sigil with her fingers to sign off the video before putting the recording device into her pocket.

In truth she was frightened, she had met Darth Wallgof only a few weeks before and he had begun to teach her a little more about what she was. But surrounded by all these powerful people and about to go into an arena armed with this stick, she felt like she had fallen down a rabbit hole. There was another girl here, a couple of years older, that knew her from her show, they had decided to have each other's back. "We going in?"

"Sure" was all she said in response.

Annika adjusted her hat and they walked in, for a little while they found nobody and carried on through the maze until they found a guy, covered in tattoos, squatting over another boy that he had downed, drawing his sword over the skin of the paralysed victim.

"I dont think you can skin someone with that" she laughed before holding her own stick out ready.

The tattooed boy lundged at her and she felt something inside her urge her to step left. She held out her stick and his weapon clacked loudly against hers. As he drew back to strike her again his wind up became a block for Annika's ally and there was another clack and he looked around at her, kicking backwards. He connected amd it pushed her backwards onto the floor allowing him to swing back at Annika. The purple haired girl blocked again, barely, but he was stronger and she staggered as the edge of his sword pushed through her block and she felt a searing pain on the skin of her arm.

"I've seen your face before, I'm going to enjoy this, you'll be seven, she'll be eight..." the man grabbed at her arm and pulled her closer. He looked into her eyes with a hunger before he drew backwards for another swing. Annika, through anger and a self preservation struck with her bare fist and something happened, she felt her hand as if suddenly it wasn't her own and it moved harder and faster than she believed possible, deep purple mist broke the air as she connected. She had never hit something so hard before and had no idea how she didn't break every bowm in her hand. Their assailant doubled over as his rib cracked and sent broken bone deeper into his body before collapsing. The anger took hold and Annika advanced, kicking the man hard with her heavy black boots, she kicked again, and again until blood soaked his jeans before turning to the other girl and holding out her shaking hand.

"Get up!"

"What's happening Anni, did he want to..."

"Get up... we've got to move before someone else comes" Annika had been forewarned that this place was darker than even her twisted imagination, but right now, fear, rage and something else made her quiver with adrenaline.

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[Alina Tremiru]

Blood.

Not the usual beaten with a stick amount, but fresh and flowing. Alina peered off down one of the caverns towards the scent. Someone had gone too far. Then again, these were Sith. Was it truly too far? No, no she imagined not. Regardless, by the smile on her face, she was more than eager to figure out who was drawing so much blood. She wouldn't have to hold back with them, would she?

No, likely not.

So she ran, sprinting through the halls until her glowing eyes caught sight of the only figure coming down the tunnel. A large, four armed alien. That explained it. Beyond human, perhaps? Her grin widened, likely too much, as she suddenly barreled forward to bring the imbued stick around in a quick hello bap. "You look strong!" And that was the only reason Alina needed.

Domina Prime

 

[Quinn Varanin]

//: Korriban //:
//: The Sith Academy //:
//: Alina Tremiru //: Domina Prime //: Kadann //:
//: Annika Starfire //: Rayth //:​

The air around the academy always sparked floods of memories. Some good and some bad, but they made the Echani woman smile. Some couldn't wait to finish their schooling and head out into the world with a Master, furthering their lives as Sith or doing something more worthy of coin. Quinn recalled her fellows and wondered what most of them were doing. She had caught wind that the two escapees, Elle and Sylvia, had found each other. While happy, she still wanted to rearrange Sylvia's face. It wasn't often that the Princess opened up and allowed herself to be vulnerable with anyone. She put her faith in the pink-haired disaster, and it was all a ploy for Syliva to get her revenge.

Quinn buried the feelings in the back of her mind. She didn't want to think about Sylvia or many of the others. Especially Vesta. Even after the time passed, there was still a wound in her heart. Quinn hoped that she could have changed the course of Vesta's life, making her realize her potential and how important she was. Still, understanding why Vesta did what she did was the only way she felt free. Quinn paused, catching herself spiraling into her thoughts. She touched her face lightly, feeling the remnants of fresh tears. Vesta still made her cry, despite how long it's been.

"Wrong place, wrong time," The Princess whispered to herself. Quinn pushed her way through the doorway and let one of the knights guide her to a palace to view. She knew Alina had decided to participate, and Quinn wasn't fond of it, but she understood why. She needed to try and let go despite her fears - she had to trust Alina.

Climbing towards the walkways over the maze, Quinn paused to look down. Several Acolytes were already making their way through the caverns, hunting with the sticks of poison. Leaning on the railing, Quinn rested her hand just under her chin. She remembered watching her classmates do something like this for their trials. Lucky for Quinn, she was a legacy applicant. It meant that she could bypass this ordeal. She was a little bummed she didn't get to fight her way through, but maybe it was for the best.

Quinn smiled and watched with curiosity; maybe she would find a potential student in the battle royal. Alina moved quickly, and Quinn straightened up against the railing. She watched curiously and realized that the woman had found a target. Quinn didn't understand why she was nervous; she knew Alina was a fantastic fighter. There was no reason to be worried. Yet, she chewed gently on the end of her thumb as her full attention was on the inevitable fight.

 

[Rayth]

Rayth had been given stern glances from several groups of young acolytes. He had even heard two muttering that they should have followed him into the maze to take him out early.

Eventually he grew bold and approached two women from at year two years above him in the academy. They had spoken briefly away from him and then agreed to the offer.

The trio headed into the caverns and awaited the signal to start. They made Rayth go first and told him that practise would continue. He was being used as bait and they were ensuring that he wouldn't stab them in the back from behind. Rayth was content. His senses were better than most, even if his use of the Force was rudimentary and his swordsmanship even worse.

He too, picked up the scent of fresh blood before the melee began. Darth Reprimar had kept Rayth fed and he had regained some of his strength, but it was still alluring.

"Where do we start?" he asked

"This is our third," one of the two - who had not offered names - said proudly. "If we put out backs to the wall we can defend, but eventually are overwhelmed. If we meet the best first, no way to run."

"Not a vertex of four tunnels either. Escape routes but you get rushed."

"Just a good open spot where we can fight two.."

"Three."

"...three abreast."

 

[Domina Prime]

Prey on the weak, and you will survive

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Prey on the strong and you will truly live~



Alina Tremiru | Darth Carnifex | Open

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There was a stillness. A silence so deafening it was loud as the mysterious Xeno exiting the God-King Emperors ship casually made her way down into the pit to enter the grand maze that had been prepared for this Dark Trial. There were individuals also huddled down there, sticks in hand and staring one another down with fire in their eyes as if they could glare daggers at one another. Whatever commotion was stirring about down there, it quickly ceased with the unhanding of the Overseer above she snarled and roared angrily while tending to his wound.

Good...

Domina had gotten their attention. It was important, first impressions, and Dima needed to make sure these little godlings knew their place on the foodchain. And as each of their yellowed, corrupted eyes shifted from one another to the four armed beast of a woman who came down to join them they each looked up at the Overseer...followed by an exchange of concerned glares...followed by all three of them turning their sticks from one another to directing them towards the newcomer.

Domina paid their hostile gestures little mind as she practically bounded ahead with a jolly skip in her step, holding the stick the Overseer insisted on her keeping in her lower pair of arms as Dima lifted her upper claws and waved at them in an overwhelmingly naive and innocence tone.

"Hi! A fine day to be blessed by a god yes?" She mused with a wide grin. Making them each take a step back and tighten their grip on their sticks as Dima rolled her eyes in disinterest. "Ok ok ok don't soil yourselves little gods, you look so tense! Relax a little. You won't last long if you don't learn to enjoy these moments ya know?" She told them plainly, rolling her eyes a bit and just walking straight through them as they parted, creating a path for Domina to go deeper into the maze while the other three bickered about rather they would ally with one another or fight for position. "Ok see ya byeeeeeeee~" She teased before giggling girlishly and venturing further into the maze unbothered and unshaken.

And then, there was a flash of Crimson Divinity.

The speed was blistering, near blinding! And as Alina Tremiru brought that weapon of hers around into a powerful swiping strike towards Domina those five alien eyes were quick to shift, dilate and focus.

"You look strong!" Alina barked just as that swing made contact.

Contact with the enhanced stick Domina herself had kept, bringing it up to her face and an audible CA-KLANK filling the air. The cross of their 'blades' clashing as Domina's five eyes all focused on the bold opponent who had attacked her from the shadowy halls of the maze. Her power was admirable, causing Dimas arm to flex and tremble as he held the blade in position.

"Who? This one?" She gestured to herself before summoning her strength to THROW her arm outward, flinging their colliding blades away from one another and hopefully with enough force to make Alina stumble back a step or two.

Domina blushed warmly under her mask at the compliment.

"Oh godborn, this one is flattered you think so! Dima thinks you will make a fine champion. Finally a godling with some spine~" Dima sang warmly, taking her raptor-like feet and tucking one behind her leg as she used her lower claws to lift the hems of her dress in a polite curtsy bow to the Sangir Godborn. "May fortune be ever in your favor, oh Champion mine~" She cooed before taking that wooden stick and twirling it in her clawed hand and lifting it towards her before quickly lunging forward. "NOW HOLD NOTHING BACK!" She chittered loudly towards her opponent.

The strike of the blade would go diagonal from below, swiping in an upward trajectory from Alinas thigh up through her torso, a rather obvious and telegraphed attack, one to test the waters and if dodged allowing Domina to follow up by swiping towards her chest with one of her four clawed arms, the upper arm opposite of her sword hand to be more specific. Her other two lower arms kept down and reserved to potentially counter whatever happened to break through her defenses.

A trial for some. For Dima this was just fun, the only thing that ever made her feel alive or brought her delight.

And she was eager to test the blades of the Siths mightiest gods. Acolyte, Knight, Master or otherwise.

 

[Alina Tremiru]

Alina took a couple steps back, grinning wide the whole time as she tightened her grip on the hilt of the wooden blade. It was good it was imbued, less either of them shatter it by accident. The alien woman was as strong as Alina had figured. She kept her distance for the moment, though didn't bother to hide the pure excitement in her gaze. She'd figured she'd have to hold herself back constantly through this little event, make use only of the skills she was here to relearn.

An appropriate opponent like this one though? No need to hold back.

"You've rhymed, you know." It was the little things, really. Alina tensed herself on the ground, coiled up almost like a spring as she lifted her blade in both hands. Pointed the blade right for the taller woman as they lunged forward. Alina stepped forward to meet her rather than back off, but she didn't strike back, not yet. Alina twisted, fell low to the ground to avoid the two strikes of the four armed woman. Grinned even more wild as she closed in another step.

"But I've no intention of holding back!"

She didn't. It was no testing strike, no trying to feel out her opponent. Dima was strong, she could feel that much. Anything less than her fullest attempt would be an insult. Anima flared from within her Maw, surging her strength to even greater heights just as she did finally bring the point of her blade forward in a thrust right for Dima's chest.

Domina Prime