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Gregor Yoor

Gregor Yoor

Member Since 11 Mar 2019
Offline Last Active Apr 11 2019 12:38 AM
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In Topic: Pilgrimage of the Faithful

04 April 2019 - 04:53 PM

-- Good, the man before him was the man he was looking for. He did not want to speak of the two other men that approached him before his arrival. They were dealt with, and as they did not follow the faith of the true path of light, they were dealt with properly. 

 

-- He only looked at Cedric Grayson as he asked for a name of the man he saw before him. "Apologies Master Grayson, I am Gregor Yoor, Grandmaster of the Templar Order of Light and Protectorate of the Church of Light, the true followers of the Daughter of Light."

 

-- The lightly clothed individual with only his tunic as his one defense, and his sword now put away. Walked up to the man to only allow a five foot gap between them. Enough to offer a good chance to attack him, and too close for him to properly attack the Master Jedi, yet not too close to really offend. The Grandmaster only offered his hands at his side away from his weapons and seemingly non-threatening. "I have just presently been awoken by the fate to bring about the Crusades of Light against the Dark Clouds, my goddess has foretold of the Chosen One to lead her Faithful and become Exulted among the Followers to bring about the downfall of the followers of the Son."


In Topic: The Corrupted | CIS Invasion of NR-Held Kuat

04 April 2019 - 04:41 PM

Objective: Ride the planet of Propaganda
Location: Capital Building
Enemies: Scherezade deWinter + CIS
Post: Five
 
-- Ground shook, lights became hazy as the world around his focus began to fade. He was lost in the moment as he was built in an era of utter chaos and friction. This environment was his home. The body weighted down by the half ton armor answered and reacted to the commands sent from his head. If such a muscle refused to let the order flow through it, it was pushed through with the constant flow of the Force like a river flooding a dam.
 
-- His first strike was blocked, the cross section of her blades was effective against his attack and he only continued to take in the information of the defense. She was quick, very quick to say the least. He would only have to meet her. He felt the rumble, though ignored it, his prey would not have the chance. Her comment of the destruction of what was once the Republics could only be answered by his understanding. If they could not have it, then why should the Sith. He would make that painfully aware to the women before him.
 
-- The Templar knew the call and reaction of the fighter he was facing and would not allow the women a moment to gain her ground. As his saber bounced from the block he did not even allow his foot to touch the ground. Focusing on the air around him he used the Force to curculate the flow of the wind and concentrate it into a near solid block of matter. Using that momentary second of focus and pressure he pushed off it with his foot and continued to pressure the Sith. He ignored the threat he was in. He welcomed his body open to the onslaught that the blades around him threatened. However, as he pushed himself and opened new channels to allow the Force to work through him. It was now as if the friction of the wind and air around him passed through him as he attempted to match the women's speed.
 
-- Gregor used the momentum of the blocked attack last time to swing the blade at an angle and twist and turn in his hand. Grasping it again after a split second of releasing it he was now holding the blade backwards. With that momentum of the block and his power armor he would again attack the women with a brutal strike against her chest once again.
 
-- To the other Jedi near him, the man would also seem to disappear and reappear in front of the Sith Warrior. The blades still very much following him as if they were tuned into his position.

In Topic: Pilgrimage of the Faithful

01 April 2019 - 02:46 PM

-- "Daughter of the Father, the Seeker of Balance and Fortunes in the Values of the Force, She who reflect the light through the shrouds of darkness and chaos, Thee who's name is lost to the ignorant in the sands of time and remembered by your faithful, Goddess of Light, I ask for your forgiveness in my failure, in the Protection of those who sacrifice so much in defense of your teachings, and with all my being I ask that you allow your most stalwart follower to walk beside you on the path of light and guide us all."

 

-- Before Cedric Grayson knelt a man in a tunic that bared the Red Cross of the Templar's, before him was a metallic sword that was stabbed into the ground. Both hands were rested on the hilt of the blade and the man tilted his head to the ground. His golden locks of hair draped to cover his face, though he spoke in Galactic Basic. Kneeling on one knee and the right leg bent though still support him from falling over. His words that were nearly a whisper came to a conclusion a little louder.

 

-- "In the name of the Holy Text, In the name of the Father, and of the Daughter, Ashla be praised."

 

-- With his prayers finished he stood up, lifted the sword from the stony ground and lifted his head. His back was towards the Jedi Master while he prayed. He faced the Light Moon of Tython and with his task finished he turned to face the man who now arrived.

 

-- "I am of acceptable in physical body and in spirit Master Grayson, I had hoped my wave through the Force would allow us to speak for a bit," He lifted the blade and placed it in its respective sleeve. "If you would allow me?"


In Topic: The Corrupted | CIS Invasion of NR-Held Kuat

01 April 2019 - 02:16 PM

Objective: Ride the planet of Propaganda
Location: Capital Building
Enemies: Scherezade deWinter + CIS
Post: Five
 
-- Time froze for the Master Jedi, his thought process exceeded time itself as he thought this all out. As the knifes left the sheaths using the power of the armored women, he closed his open palm. He had been in this position more times then he cared to count, and he knew they were never one to let a good fight go unfinished. As such, when he closed his palm into a fist, a overwhelming power was crushed before his grip and entered his fingertips. From there an electrical current of power jumped from one nerve end to the next that started at his finger tips and ended towards his feet in a fraction of a second. The man could feel his muscles tighten around his bones, the vessels in his circulatory system widen, and his brain racing with increased reactions. He felt all his Enhanced Attribute that were granted to him through the Force Body that the Daughter had blessed him with. 
 
-- In the blink of an eye his mind returned to real time, and he exhaled after holding his breath for what seemed like hours. He moved his now gripped hand over to the lightsaber hilt and moved his shoulder towards the opponent instead of showing his chest. Bending his knees slightly to give him a lower center of gravity, yet not low enough to be off balance. He made himself a smaller target and quick to dodge an incoming attack.
 
-- Gregor nodded slightly after listening to the small pokes at the Jedi's honor as she taunted about killing a Jedi. He did not know that Jedi and one who was killed in honorable combat with a Vial Heretic of the Light walked the path with the Goddess. His body and parts remained, but his soul was beside the Daughter, nothing to be missed. As for the comment about the length of his blade he did not react, instead with his increased mind processing, he focused on the crystal within his lightsaber. When he did this the blade tip decreased in size and became more like a Shoto, as his eyes were still glued to the women before him. 
 
-- He looked to the Jedi beside him and answered her as she mentioned they work together, "Understood."
 
-- With those words leaving his mouth he used his lowered center of gravity and his increased abilities to leap the short distance between him and the Dark Sider Women before him. The short lightsaber blade allowed him to move quickly and get within close range of the women. He only hoped he was quicker then her reaction to his attack. She was truly powerful and he wanted to test her a little. With a quick movement of his blade he attempted to strike center mass of the chest. 

In Topic: The Corrupted | CIS Invasion of NR-Held Kuat

31 March 2019 - 04:09 PM

Objective: Ride the planet of Propaganda
Location: Capital Building
Enemies: Scherezade deWinter + CIS
Allies: Abigail Meredydd 
Post: Four
 
-- The two knights that were following Gregor stood back to where they ordered by their Master. If things got a little too difficult they would jump in to help Gregor, but held their ground in case others approached from behind. A buffer of comfort to the Jedi Master as he could rely on them to watch his back. This planet was being besieged and the invaders could come from the ground for all he knew, this new era was still new to him, he could not let his guard down for a second.
 
-- He walked up beside Abigail Meredydd, his Lightsaber in his left hand and thumb on the ignition switch knowing that this would spiral in a second or two. Without breaking eye contact from the Armored women before him he knew now with serenity that this was a Dark Sider. "She must serve these Separatist you had spoke of Ms. Meredydd, I sense she is touched by the Son,"
 
-- The Jedi Master did not wait for her to take the first move. Using Force Speed he activated his lightsaber and brought the hilt of the blade just under his chin perfectly horizontal with the tip pointed at the armored women. His right hand free, extended at her as well, palm open and the armor slide on top of one another as the plates scratched like a faint nail dragged across a durasteel plate. The blade hilt was moved to behind Gregors head still pointed at her, where the gold blade lit up the helmet of the Templar. The gold gilded trim on the helmet glowed and hits of purple under the black paint could faintly be seen.
 
-- "Surrender now and your conversion to the Faith of Light will be painless," He paused for a second, "Resist and you will die a Heretics Death."