Matreya
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Standing in the shadows of his home, the Andolith Elite sighed in regret. As long as things were the way they were, he couldnt return home. This plot would remain empty, unless his friends chose to enter, which he doubted they would out of respect. He thought to himself, it was depressing knowing he couldnt even claim his own heritage any longer..
But that wasnt what brought the massive being to Val'hala. No, he had received a terrible feeling from the Force. The Darkness he wrought in his previous form could be used wrongly soon.
Kasamann, a new personality for the man, similar in many ways to his usual state of mind but far different - being a great deal more peace driven - found this outrageous. How had he been so retarded, leaving such a power in the space of his enemies.
Channeling his emotions to fuel his connection to the Force, the man sought to destroy what he left behind. None would control his weaponry save himself. By proceeding this way he possibly gave himself away, first through the obvious signs of perishing undead. Second being the huge amount of energy he would need to create such an event. If he had learned to wield the spell better, he possibly could have simply ceased the living - simply having all of the bodies fall to never rise again.
But as it was, the energy he gathered would be to force death as a whole on the undead. Utilizing anything sharp, anything blunt, even their own appendages if need be, Kasamann would make them all kill themselves.
Slowly the power inside of him grew, darkness mingling with light. At first it was gradual, but then it grew in urgency.
Soon enough the man was as close to the Force as he had ever been. The Andolith thought silently, then reaching down inside of himself the man gripped the small links to each of the Undead under his control.
Nothing happened for quite a time, this being due to wanting as absolute a control as he could. With each second that past, he dominated the will of another.
After the recent battle with the Mandalorians, Kasamann estimated less then 100 left, and these individual connections were thinning as they were now multiple generations down the line. For all he knew nothing would happen...
Shoving that thought from his mind, the once Dark Master began. Fueling the connection with every ounce of strength within himself, the man forced death on those undead that remained.
Slowly but surely the connections felt began to pass. 80...70... The number was continuing to decrease at a steady rate which was a good sign.
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Roughly half an hour later, if any undead remained the connection he bore to them was to thin for the amount of experience he held. But as well, he had given away his location, hinted at his own survival, and drained himself immensely.
Whatever bare numbers could possibly exist would have to be exterminated later. Deciding to further his studies in the control of the undead for just a purpose, the Master began to stagger towards a nearby home. Nowhere near the grandeur of the Manor, the tiny home was designed to act as a safe house for the Master during his final days as a Sith. Built with incredibly thick Durasteel walls, and utilizing his Taozin amulet alongside his Stealth Skillset, he believed such a home could hide him if any enemies arrived. At the very least, he could have the time to regain some of his strength so as to properly hide himself.
The moment the door closed behind himself, the man fell. With his body drained to a near deadly level, he could t even hold himself up. When he awoke he was going to be so embarrassed...
@[member="Rave Merrill"] @[member="Jared Ovmar"]
But that wasnt what brought the massive being to Val'hala. No, he had received a terrible feeling from the Force. The Darkness he wrought in his previous form could be used wrongly soon.
Kasamann, a new personality for the man, similar in many ways to his usual state of mind but far different - being a great deal more peace driven - found this outrageous. How had he been so retarded, leaving such a power in the space of his enemies.
Channeling his emotions to fuel his connection to the Force, the man sought to destroy what he left behind. None would control his weaponry save himself. By proceeding this way he possibly gave himself away, first through the obvious signs of perishing undead. Second being the huge amount of energy he would need to create such an event. If he had learned to wield the spell better, he possibly could have simply ceased the living - simply having all of the bodies fall to never rise again.
But as it was, the energy he gathered would be to force death as a whole on the undead. Utilizing anything sharp, anything blunt, even their own appendages if need be, Kasamann would make them all kill themselves.
Slowly the power inside of him grew, darkness mingling with light. At first it was gradual, but then it grew in urgency.
Soon enough the man was as close to the Force as he had ever been. The Andolith thought silently, then reaching down inside of himself the man gripped the small links to each of the Undead under his control.
Nothing happened for quite a time, this being due to wanting as absolute a control as he could. With each second that past, he dominated the will of another.
After the recent battle with the Mandalorians, Kasamann estimated less then 100 left, and these individual connections were thinning as they were now multiple generations down the line. For all he knew nothing would happen...
Shoving that thought from his mind, the once Dark Master began. Fueling the connection with every ounce of strength within himself, the man forced death on those undead that remained.
Slowly but surely the connections felt began to pass. 80...70... The number was continuing to decrease at a steady rate which was a good sign.
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Roughly half an hour later, if any undead remained the connection he bore to them was to thin for the amount of experience he held. But as well, he had given away his location, hinted at his own survival, and drained himself immensely.
Whatever bare numbers could possibly exist would have to be exterminated later. Deciding to further his studies in the control of the undead for just a purpose, the Master began to stagger towards a nearby home. Nowhere near the grandeur of the Manor, the tiny home was designed to act as a safe house for the Master during his final days as a Sith. Built with incredibly thick Durasteel walls, and utilizing his Taozin amulet alongside his Stealth Skillset, he believed such a home could hide him if any enemies arrived. At the very least, he could have the time to regain some of his strength so as to properly hide himself.
The moment the door closed behind himself, the man fell. With his body drained to a near deadly level, he could t even hold himself up. When he awoke he was going to be so embarrassed...
@[member="Rave Merrill"] @[member="Jared Ovmar"]
