DOMINION OF HAVEN | Hex AM-32
Something ancient has awakened, something born of anguish; a darkness has lingered too long over Haven. A test for us, heralded by the Gods to show our strength. A lingering evil has converged upon the planet, while the Hand of Light remains shattered; we trade one villain for another
Khaemt, the god of Perfectum has blessed us with yet further conquest to empower ourselves; to grow and to prosper and to bring more misguided worlds under the protection of the Eye. Haven, has laid untouched since the beginning of time; only recently discovered. Since then, those who have ventured there have gone missing, or reported killed. We will assist Lyra Sarn in her research; capture the Finnevian foxes, discover what is atop the mountain and find out what happened to those who became before us. We will not suffer the same mistakes nor the same fate as those too weak to struggle onward. We are strength, we are The Ancient Eye.
Force Users within the Ancient Eye have been dispatched to Haven to investigate a disturbance in the force (Objective B), the Priesthood have discovered a massive source of power hiding within the Peak. There appears to be a veil of some kind, a shield from our world generated by this disturbance within the force.
The Finnevian Foxes are unique in that, somehow they are able to conceal themselves; passing through this force imbued veil with ease. (Objective A) They must be found and studied to gain a greater understanding of what is happening here, on this planet. However, it appears as though a strange cult has arisen in worship to this dark entity, they guard these creatures as they believe them to be gifts from their god. These technologically inferior dark servants have made small camps out of ship wrecks nearby the coves that these animals live in. These cultists seem to resemble Vikings of old, layered in heavy furs and leathers with basic iron weapons. Still, be weary of these fanatics.
(OOC: In response to some of the issues with our previous Dom, this one will be a collaborative effort between all members leading to a singular final objective, we hope you enjoy the experience.)
Objective A - Accumulation and Decimation:
Find and capture the Finnevian Foxes in the northern region of the planet known as The Troughs, study them to gain a better understanding of the happenings on Haven. Eradicate the local cultist populace, crucify those whom surrender. There are a total of six camps set up by these cultists with at minimum twenty warriors at each, wipe them out. All of them.
It is imperative that these creatures be captured, as they may very well hold the key to stopping whatever lies beyond the veil.
Objective B - The Mystery of the Peak, Follow the Trail:
The force users within the Ancient Eye can clearly see this veil unlike those with no connection, they can feel it. The peak is the source of this power, venture onward without hesitation and find the origin of these random deaths and disappearances. The mountain simply known as The Peak is a colossal mountain hidden among a overlapping maze of smaller mountains, reaching into the clouds is its precipice. Deliver our might to this ancient presence, follow the wreckages of ships and bodies, they will lead you to what it is we seek.
The journey towards the peak is a perilous one for both mind and body, the mountainous regions very design seems to change at the whim of whatever malevolent nature is harbouring its power deep within the highest point of the mountain, expect both physical and psychological attacks.
Objective C - BYOO
Do ya, do ya, do ya thing, do ya, do ya thing, do ya thing!
FINAL OBJECTIVE - Survive:
The Matador - Southern Region
Location: Aboard landed Agramar-class Cathedral Ship.
Objective: Overseeing Preparations for Objective Completion - Setting up Sensor Arrays
The Matador alongside other notable individuals within the Ancient Eye, had left dock on Edemar aboard a single Agramar Cathedral Ship, manned by a skeleton crew to Haven. They had only been here for a few hours and it was clear that something was very wrong on Haven. The Planet was typically calm and serene in the summer months, yet like its sister planets it was rippled with dark energy, thick black ice covered a large portion of the planet; violent snowstorms coated the planet in white and limited all visions to almost null.
Local wildlife had grown, feral and monstrous nearby the Peak and the local cultists had grown rather bold and desperate, even burning down entire portions of the forests to keep warm. The morose feeling of deathly eyes watching hung over all on the planet, like a violating moistness tricked down the spine of all who dare tread on the snowy tundra.
Even so, outside the Matador stalked through the valley surrounding the ship, accompanied by six Bellator Forces; setting up a perimeter of sensor arrays outside of the Cathedral ship, the weather had been messing with the ships on-board sensor equipment; making it impossible to lock down a reading on the locations of the native Finnevian Foxes. The Matador's Dravalan blood strained to maintain warmth in the feverish cold, his Impetus Soveriegn Armour doing the best it could to keep him warm. Still, the cold stung at his every joint.
The Matador stopped, planting down the last of the Sensor Arrays; activating his com-link and contacting Mythos on-board the Cathedral Ship. "Sensor Arrays activated Mythos, the readings are a little fuzzy; but we'll get a better reading with these set up. Prepare the scouting party, I can feel the veil calling to us, Khaemt beckons us to challenge this presence."
Edited by The Matador, 05 February 2018 - 05:12 PM.