Dominion Bryn'adûl | Dominion of Kubindi

[Primal Architect]

KUBINDI WILL FALL
Kubindi, a world made arid and barren by its radiated solar flares is home to the ambitious Kubaz. An insectoid species once driven deep underground to survive has seen hundreds of years of peace and prosperity with the arrival of colonists in 731ABY. Gifts such as hyperdrive technology and Dome-Cities have gifted the Kubaz a life they could never have otherwise dreamed of.

Yet none of them would have believed that in this new age of their prosperity, at the backend of the century, minds immeasurably superior and incomprehensibly savage, regarded their dry world with envious eyes. And slowly, as they made their way across Deep Space leaving a screaming silence behind them, the Bryn’adul drew their plans against them.

Relentless in their pursuit to cleanse the galaxy of weakness, the Bryn'adûl descended upon Kubindi with genocide in their hearts and fury in their eyes. The Deep Space Coalition moves against us, deploying a small fleet of four Destroyers in defence of We will flush them out, and eradicate those so dependent on technology for their cancerous sins. The Shaman, Hrajlmak’Natok has been charged with the destruction of Kubindi whilst Bralor Azkaroth sends underlings of the Bryn'adûl to retrieve specimens for his horrific experiments.

Objective: Flush Them Out
When whispers of the Bryn'adûl reached Kubindi, hundreds of the Kubaz returned to the long clung to security of their Hives. With a vast compliment of the insectoid Kadesh, Hrajlmak’Natok leads the genocide of the Kubaz. With a small Deep Space Coalition fleet overhead, the Bryn'adûl move to the ground. Deploying the six-legged horrors into the caves the Kubaz call home. The Kadesh Sentries will flood these systems with noxious gas, choking those who fail to evacuate and releasing those who flee to the mercy of our Military might. Protect the Kadesh, and ensure none who run can escape.

Objective: Destroy the Dome
Nearly three billion lifeforms exist within this Dome, they believe themselves safe. We will prove them wrong, our Conquesters Cannons will shatter the Dome once our Warriors have disabled their shield generator, then enter and kill all who reside within.

Objective: Collect and Capture
Bralor Azkaroth requires live specimens to be studied. From either the Mountains or their Dome-City, retrieve live specimens of every kind you can find, and restrain them in whatever ways necessary
to ensure their safe transportation.

Objective: Evacuate the Kubaz
Upon hearing of the arrival of the Bryn'adûl, the Deep Space Coalition has provided Kubindi with an emergency evacuation fleet for the preservation of the Kubaz species. The fleet, made up of a large group of high-speed frigates is located in a canyon accessible only via tunnel network. Get as many Kubaz as possible to this fleet before the Kadesh wipe them out

Objective: Defend the Dome
Much of the Kubindi population resides within the Dome. It’s only line of defence is its shield generator. Protect this generator at all costs. Without it, once the ally fleet is destroyed; orbital bombardment will be unimpeded.

Objective: Diplomancy is Key
The shield generator is not expected to last, nor will the meagre fleet overhead. Convince the inhabitants of the dome to leave their home and join the evacuation fleet by whatever means necessary.

BRYN'ADUL - Hrajlmak'Natok | Fomoris | Bazh'Thu | Bralor Azkaroth |
DEFENDERS - Valkren Calderon | Aaran Tafo | Kirieth | Tregan Mallhane |

DEPLOYMENTS -

Spoiler

Objective A
Kadesh Sentries
Drones
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150 DSC Soldiers
Objective B
Zealots
Brutes
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5,000 DSC Soldiers
Objective C

 

[Hrajlmak'Natok]

Objective A
Post: 1

The skies above Kubindi's barren, rocky planes were empty. The air was silent. Tranquility permeated only every so often by a falling rock or a gust of wind. In this moment, the world seemed frozen in time. Locked in a snapshot of what even the most depraved species take for granted. Peace. The movement of nothing and the value thereof. Sadly, no conscious being could register the sheer significance of this moment. For sentience, where they were now, and where they would be in the next moment was immaterial. There was no appreciation of nothing.

There was, however, panic.

Raw.
Palpable.
Panic.

Panic, as the first Kubaz eyes looked up to see the command ship for the Kubindi operation exit hyperspace only a few miles above its surface, beyond the boundary of space. Panic, as the Dome inhabitants watched with impotence when rows and rows of Heldrak drop pods descended from the heavens and buried themselves a few miles away. Panic, as the first wave of pure evil disembarked from their pods and began slowly dispersing.

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Shredded, melted, charred and battered, the warrior Shaman's cloak trailed behind like a testament to his position in the Great Conquest as he dropped from his heldrak, followed closely by drones and kadesh sentries, fifty of each. Slowly and deliberately he strode out into the open air and with an equally careful filling of his lungs, took in the vast array of similar drop pods. All emptying their contents. Drones and crab-like kadesh spilling out into the arid world. The innumerable cacophony of drone minds blanketed the Beast-Master's mind but were, for now, quiet. His bond to them was stronger than ever and he made sure to keep every. single. beast. In check. For today, he found himself in charge. And with such a burden on his shoulders, his failure at Eshan would not be repeated.

Hrajlmak swiftly scaled a rocky outcrop. His Aeravalin agility placing him above the countless heads in seconds. At the summit he turned to face the army, took his staff into hand, and outstretched his arms beside him, beholding the myriad cave systems before them.

"Before us today sits a tumour of the Galaxy. All around you, holes forming a network that are the capillaries of a cancer! We come on this glorious day to wrench by the ROOT, this pathetic tumour! And cast it into the void that is the Great Conquest. This dreg-world will be choked from the inside out!"

The echo of Hrajlmak's voice was suffocated by the uproar of the army.

"WE!" Hrajlmak's staff came crashing down into the rock at his feet, "are the antidote to the plague!"
"WE!" Crack, "Are the cleanser of the weak!"
"WE!" CRACK, "Are the BRYN'ADUL!"

Hrajlmak threw his arms up with a gutteral roar, only to be drowned out by the frenzy of the army before him. Now, it cascaded forth like a flood, filling the tunnels and caves the Kubaz called home faster than space could allow. Hrajlmak leaped from his platform and was quickly carried with the mob.

Fomoris / Bazh'Thu / Bralor Azkaroth​

 

[Bazh'Thu]

[MÚSICA]​

Objective: B - Destroy the Dome.
Post: 1
Tags: Hrajlmak'Natok I Fomoris I Bralor Azkaroth

Reports from the upper command announced that the initial wave of the Hammer was inherently successful, as the vicious creatures of the night poured in the tunnels of the Kubazi in an unstoppable surge of force. Countless of their kind helplessly screeched for aid, but with no avail. Tunnel by tunnel, they were decimated in numbers in a matter of few minutes, as the Kadesh ravaged their homes.

Now, the Dome shall plunge into the Darkness.

Kubindi was encapsulated in faint, blue light discharged by the solar system's central star. The firmaments of the planet grew quiet, seemingly inhabitable and devoid of any trace of life. The evacuating population settled in Dome Cities for temporary residence, awaiting rescue by the emergency evacuation fleet of the Deep Space Coalition. The walls of the confinement were heavily-reinforced with cannons and military-men, as they held defensive positions to deter the invaders' advances, Preparations for the departure of the evacuees were nearing to cease. The confined settlements housed the Kubazi evacuees that predicted the fatal flaw of their own kind - mere over-confidence.

To them. their brethren who failed to flee were assured to be in the inevitable call of Death. The Kubaz grew proud of their technological advancements, that they under-estimated the imminent danger. Slaughtered in the hands of the Kadesh and the Drones, the Kubazi's cries for help were left unanswered by their very own brethren. They had chosen their own predestination, the sheltered Kubazi thought, and if they were not to depart from their home-world with all due haste, they certainly would suffer the same grievous fate.
Their sorrowful eyes glistened upon the the enveloping Darkness, marked by utter desperation for the Coalition's rescuing operations.

The Bryn'adûl fleet sounded on the dead air, signalling the arrival of the Nightmare they fear. Engines of war, crested in the emblem of the Bryn'adûl, came to descend upon the infertile lands. In the grotesque confines of the transport ships stood legions of Brutes that wailed for pure blood-lust and desecration, and behind them were the more-sophisticated Zealots who donned their Barad armour and weaponry.

​

The Shaman Beast-Master stood on the organic confinement, deep within their ranks. Clasping his malabast-constructed quarter-staff between his slender hands, he induced himself in an intense state of meditation, as he siphoned his inner connection to the Cosmic Force. Steadily, his ghastly, grey-ridden flesh began to emit clear-white fumes of vapor. His cavernous, sunken eyes, once devoid of shade, were suddenly set alight in an azure flame. As the Heldrak drop ships came in an unhurried descent upon the rocky cliffs that loomed the Dome Cities, Bazh'thu interrupted his trance in a recess, and turned to face the myriads of Drael within the confines of the transport.

" Burn their wretched cities into the ground.
Only their corpses shall remain. "​

 

[Valkren Calderon]

Raider 1-1
Objective: Evacuate the Kubaz via the tunnels.
Assets: 40 Special Tactics Rangers, DSC soldiers
Location: Tunnel system.
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Commander Calderon huffed as he jogged along the rather rough-looking corridors, rangers to either side of him and several more in tail behind. As they turned the corner, the tunnel expanded, revealing several Deep Space Coalition soldiers readying themselves at one of the checkpoints. A few Kubaz waddled quickly past, trying to shuffle through the burly Antarian Rangers during their arrival. One of the rangers scoffed as one practically ran head-on into the white and grey armored body. The ranger guided him around quickly with a gloved hand and continued following on.

It certainly wasn't pretty- then again, nothing was when a sudden horde of attackers came from nowhere. The Silver Jedi had been bright enough during the sudden lack of communication from several planets to deploy a contingent Quick-Reaction-Force. This QRF happened to make it just in time to join the party, and boy was it a ugly one.

At this point, by the sheer size of the attacking force, Valkren knew what was going through every soldier and civillians' minds.

Retreat

Now this wasn't the tactical kinda' retreat, no- this was the 'everyone for themselves' kind of retreat. This was when either the panic, or survival instinct kicked in. They needed to be organised or most of them wouldn't even make it out of the city.

He looked to a nearby DSC soldier while the rest of the rangers observed their surroundings, weapons and equipment eliciting different noises as they moved about the tunnel.

"You there- any rangers come through this way?" His voice sounded rather different with his helmet on, just an effect of the mix of muffling and projector the allow his voice to be heard. The commander spoke of the forward element of soldiers he had sent ahead into the tunnels, around twenty to be sure the area where the Kubaz could retreat through would be well fortified- but the tunnels formation provided a hellish time getting transmissions out.

"Yes sir! Bout ten minutes ago, split off into the right corridor there!" He pointed over the barrel of his weapon, before returning its grip.

The commander patted the soldier on the shoulder plate before walking backwards to the location they were pointed in- giving orders as he moved.

"I need ten men to remain at the exit with the ships- set up any emplacements you can find and dig in. We'll send a runner back for when you need to take off. If we don't make it back: do. not. hesitate. You leave and get out! The rest of you, with me."

Thus, the rangers split, with Valkren leading the nine other rangers behind him and a small collection of DSC troops to help move the evacuations along.

//Post 1\\​

 

[Kirieth]

Objective B: Defend the Dome.

Kirieth had, only a few minutes after she had to fend off an assault of angry large aliens, realised she was not, in fact, on Kashyyyk. There weren’t any massive forests around, and when she asked for directions to the Silver Rest, she had gotten blank of incredulous looks. Not to mention, there were a bunch of hooded beaked aliens running around as well. It appears she had somehow gotten on the wrong ship. When they asked for people to defend something for the dome in which they lived, she volunteered.

Unfortunately, this meant fighting an entire wave of meaner aliens wielding oversized nail guns. She squints over the trench dug by the forces also protecting the generators. It seemed the enemy had the same idea, they were making trenches too. Hopefully, their range wasn't as good, but she couldnt' be so lucky. Judging from the heavy thunks in the distance, they got reinforcements.

“What do you think, Master Pongle? I don’t think it’s working,” she said, seemingly to herself. She had gotten into the habit of asking an imaginary Pongle for what to do. She knew she was just being silly, maybe even a bit weird, but it did help her formulate plans.

“Kid, in with lots of enemies, you make them fear you.” She replied to herself in a low, simplistic voice, mimicking him.

“Yeah, but I think they don’t even know how to be scared. They just keep coming anyway. They’re stupid.”

“No stupider than you, whelp. Kill them easier then.”

“Right…” she sighed.

She glanced at the bodies strewn around her. They were tough. She tried blocking one of their nail-things they shot to protect a person to her back-right. It splashed the guy anyway and he had to be taken back. It wasn’t pretty. She managed to force-speed over to the creature and take it down, but that wasn’t going to bring the guy back. It looked like his skin was melting. She shuddered. At least it taught her one thing. Don’t directly block, dodge them. She’d try using the force, but her grip on it was instinctual at best.

She glanced back, though there were multiple trenches about filled with soldiers, a facility was commandeered that was attached to the dome, serving as a base of operations, there were a few. Some people even brought turrets for use, protecting their flanks and weak points. A whole bunch of people protecting this place. She wasn’t too sure how long they were to hold this place, because she didn’t like their odds. There were a metric Pongle-ton of ships up above. Today wasn't going to be a good day., her stomach didn't feel so good, like when she had to train with Master Pongle while he was in a bad mood.

 

[Hrajlmak'Natok]

Objective A
Post: 2


Hrajlmak was in a sprint, almost failing to keep up with the frantic crowd of drones he found himself within. The tunnels were tight. They accommodated the small Kubaz frames. Not the towering Drael hulks and certainly not in this quantity. But these tribulations were hardly crossing the Shaman's mind. He was in a fever. The energy from his troops and the speed at which it was all happening. It was euphoric.

They were quickly approaching a wall where the path split left and right. As they neared, a cloaked figure with a snout scurried across only to stop dead in the middle as it saw what approached. The tsunami of drones smashed into the wall and the lifeless Kubaz corpse was thrown down the line, beasts all trying to get a claw in before it passed them. The mutilated corpse flew overhead, Hrajlmak let out a roar, lunged up and dug his talons into the carcass before he missed it. With his fingers deep in its flesh he splayed them, his terrible strength bursting it apart raining viscera over himself and the others. Even with the distraction, the movement hardly slowed. Hrajlmak quickly tuned in to his troops and coerced them to split 50/50 down each tunnel, himself taking the left.

After a few minutes of the advance through the tunnels, Hrajlmak's 50% spilled out into a cavern. The tight tunnel opened up into a much larger space where Kubaz homes filled the surface. Hrajlmak waved his hand and his drone compliment rampaged through the homes. Bursting through walls, flailing wildly inside until erupting out the other. Alas, his fears were confirmed. The locals had fled. And yet he could still smell it. In the air. The stench of the inferior. The vermin. If his drones were not filling the cavern with their cries and growls, perhaps he could have heard the back-and-forth of rangers in the tunnels nearby.

Confirming the cavern was empty and seeing no threat, Hrajlmak spread his drones out to form a perimeter. Blocking tunnels but venturing no further. With the village secure, the Kadesh Sentries that had been following in toe, albeit much slower, caught up and spread themselves out. Entrenching themselves in the rocky crust, they opened and began to rapidly choke the cavern with sun quaker ink. Soon it filled the village and began to leak out into the adjacent tunnels. This was the first black spot of the cleansing void that would annihilate the pathetic Kubaz.

Valkren Calderon​

 

[Fomoris]

Objective B: Destroy the Dome.
Post: 1
Tags: Hrajlmak'Natok Bralor Azkaroth Bazh'Thu

The rumble of the transports landing was akin to a might earthquake, a signal to the world that a natural disaster was coming, that an extinction level event was nigh for them. Whether they would cower with fear as they looked to the earth that betrayed them or that they would take up arms was irrelevant. Their end had come.

From within the transport, Fomoris paced constantly at the door, like a hunting beast chafing at the bit. It was the waiting that was the worst for the Brute, if he was in transit to another world to be purged he could at least train and prepare, but waiting just to arrive within the drop ships, all he could do was remain, sedentary, like the rock upon which they landed. Nearby, one of the Shamans was siphoning power from the world, the beasts under his control becoming all the more aggressive from their handlers presence. As much as it pained him to admit it, Fomoris himself felt an increased sharpness to his senses from the latent energies that were flowing from Bazh'Thu .

As the Shaman commanded, so it would be.

As the transport opened, he burst from it, feeling the energy of his fellow Baedurin with him as they flowed from the guts of the ship like a life destroying pathogen from their host, intent on nothing less than the eradication of all they came across. Leaping towards the shape of the domes, Fomoris snarled with glee. Soon, they would face his wrath.

Soon, they would face the Bryn’adûl.

 

[Valkren Calderon]

Raider 1-1
Objective: Evacuate the Kubaz via the tunnels.
Assets: 40 Special Tactics Rangers, DSC soldiers
Location: Tunnel system.
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Commander Calderon shifted in his posture as his men followed along closely, turning another corner and sidestepping a Kubaz while the nine other rangers and multiple DSC soldiers bounded in between several to avoid narrowly-missed collisions.

It seemed as if there were several of the local population making their way past the DSC checkpoints back towards the newly-arrived escape frigates, but it didn't seem like nearly enough.

"This isn't right." Valkren's voice echoed across his team's communications channel, letting them be full and aware that their officer was feeling off about the situation. "There should be twice the amount of Kubaz running past us if the evacuation was in the least bit successful." The commander suddenly slowed his pace, his rangers following suit around him but keeping their weapons at the ready. Meanwhile, the collection of deep space coalition soldiers that he had amassed continued to move forward towards the entrance of the tunnel to the nearest 'city,' where the forward element of his rangers were supposedly located at.

Valkren accessed his communications- reaching out ahead to see if his signal would in fact reach while they hastened their pace once more towards their supposed destination.

"Raider 2-1, Raider 1-1: Status, over? We're inbound to your position."

The commander and his team waited anxiously in silence as they moved further into the tunnels, his gut dropping as they advanced further, the only response being the panting of his own men during their jog.

"Raider 1-1, Raider 2-1:........How copy? Over."

The commander let the others go ahead while he sent another transmission, pausing in place to focus but keeping a hand on his weapon. He asked for a response, waiting while moving slowly in the same direction as his rangers.

Another response, this time more clear.

"Raider 1-1, Raider 2-1: Don't know if you're getting this, but we've secured a number of locals..Ready for evacuation. We're going to begin moving them further down the tunnels towards your position once the coast is clear."

Coast is clear?

"There's some kind of wild horde here- Something I've never seen before- and I've seen the Vong." The obvious veteran ranger spoke back through his comms to Valkren from their forward position. Valkren's team was close, but not nearly close enough to actually assist the others in any way. They were too close to the infrastructure of the Kubaz colonies.

"Hold position, we're on our way to you!" Valkren attempted his response, but it didn't seem to go through.

"Raider 1-1, Raider 2-1: We're going to try and make our way to you now. No point in waiting. Moving the wounded and children first- wait, what was that?"

Silence. Did the horde hear them?

Valkren didn't want to wait to find out, he sprinted up ahead to join the others in their approach on the forward ranger team, passing by DSC checkpoint after checkpoint of guards- ready for the inevitable.

//Post 2\\​

Hrajlmak'Natok

 

[Bazh'Thu]

Objective: B - Destroy the Dome.
Post: 2
Tags: Fomoris I Kirieth .

The Deep Space Coalition's military had already geared up for the incoming assault of the Bryn'adul. Watch-towers stretched on the outer-most regions of the Dome Cities, constructed as an initial deterrent for the forthcoming raiders. On the upper levels of the towers uprightly stood Deep Space Coalition marksmen, grasping their trusty sniper rifles in their hands, their scopes concentrated on the eminence that held their invaders. Beneath their positions bravely stood companies and battalions of more Coalition soldiers, AIB-1s in their hands.. The Coalition forces dug long, narrow ditches, along with fox-holes as entrenchment to provide their soldiers shelter and protection from hostile barrage.

Their empty gazes all focused onward, to the Darkness inevitable. Their damp fingers landed upon the trigger-guard of their rifles, shaking. They were in total distraught and horror. They knew that what they are to face were no mere pirates. To the Kubazi, the Coalition soldiers were symbols of heroism, but to the feeble men themselves, they were individuals of innocent and humble life forcibly conscripted by their own kin as the Deep Space's last hope. Their weeping fates held a righteous predicament, and soon, their forces be overwhelmed by the unstoppable advance of the Bryn'adûl.
But truth be told, there was no spark of hope to set alight, only growing despair. Now, it begins.

The Shaman Beast-Master sensed their uncontrollable terror from way afar. Once again, Bazh'Thu let out a deep, thunderous
war-cry, as he hoisted his barbed quarter-staff with eternal rage and savagery. His superior intellect granted him dominance over the inferior mentalities of his simple-minded Beasts as they ferociously growled, yearning for flesh and blood. The manifestation of pure cosmic energy emerging from Bazh'Thu's presence was an instrumental factor that drastically increased the war-spirits of the Drael warriors into their highest as they marched the battle-front.

As he advanced down the laid down platform with leaden steps, Bazh'Thu's flaring azure eyes continued to glimmer brilliantly.
The Beast-Master stared at every entrenchment site the Coalition had pre-constructed prior to their invasion. He examined the outlying hostile defenses for infirmities that they may strategically use for the benefit of their advance. Establishing the strategic design of the surrounding hostile defenses, Bazh'Thu eventually became aware of Coalition's unexpected maneuvers with due vigilance. In one glance, he saw a number of Coalition infantry-men retreating back from their positions to the back-end of the settlement. He then suspected that the Coalition's men were on the move to secure an energy source vital to the integrity of the structure of the Dome. Otherwise, their soldiers would have fled in fear and panic. Bazh'Thu's cadaverous fingers came to rise and pointed towards the direction of the retreating soldiers as a provision.

" Do not deceive yourselves. follow those cowardly filth.
Their sudden movement is nothing but a ruse for the empty-minded,
Flank around the settlement. Find whatever vulnerability you see. "
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The Bryn'adûl had also built their own entrenchments to match the Coalition's front-line defenses. Shortly after their arrival, the Barricas spear-headed the brief excavation on a series of war-trenches. placed to serve as a tactical advantage during the whole duration of their offensive. The outer soils of the ground channels were embedded with volatile barbs, forged and shaped as blades from pure Draemidus ore. At that moment, the invading forces had concluded their stringent preparations for the Bryn'adûl's primary assault toward the Dome Cities. The Brutes of the Bryn'adûl readied their positions in the entrenchment sites, as they held their Spikers in hand. Soon enough, fire-fights ensued across the battle-front. Obsidian-tinged ammunition and translucent scarlet streaks flew across the front lines, either piercing only the ground or directly to the the flesh of men.

" Engage yourselves in trench warfare, and prioritize aim to the towers.
Zealots, come after my lead. We shall dismantle the power source of their puny Dome. "
​

Realizing the diversions made by the Coalition soldiers, Bazh'Thu about-faced to the Zealots under his command, and directed the squad to follow him towards his advance to the power generator that held the Dome's stability. His Beasts came after their host to the enemy lines. with each of them longing to engorge themselves into the raw meat of their Master's enemies. As Coalition front-line forces dwindled in fewer numbers, Bazh'Thu's unit made an exit through a passage-way leading to the no man's land., and sprinted towards the direction of the enemy trenches.

Unscathed by enemy fire, they traversed through the battlefield. The Beast-Master immediately discerned the entry-way of the enemy entrenchment site, guarded by a meagre company of Coalition infantry-men. Instructing his Beasts to shift forward in melee, Bazh'thu unsheathed the blade of his quarter-staff, and viciously rammed towards the infantry-men with no remorse for their softness. With staff in hand, the Beast-Master bashed the measly head of one soldier to the ground. Bits of pale-red residue and crimson fluid splattered into the wall of the passage, as the poor man's cranium was crushed into mere pieces. Fueled with pure barbarity and uproar, he turned to both his contingent of Zealots and Beasts alike.

" Desecrate their heathen weapons,
and bury their legacies beneath.
Tonight, we feast on the bodies of the weak. "​

 

[Hrajlmak'Natok]

Objective: A
Post: 3


Thick toxic fog rose to the height of the cavern and slowly, relentlessly, drifted down as more and more was spewed. Once the blanket was within arms reach above them, Hrajlmak round up his troops and sent them scrambling onward through the next tunnel. Deep within their ranks he moved at a sprint. No moment was wasted, no step without purpose. A subtle anxiety ate away within him as they thus far had only come across a single Kubaz. The mission was the planet, but the ramifications of the species' escape was not lost to him.

Shouts up ahead. Human voices. Hrajlmak peered along the sea of sraelvun heads to see blaster bolts ripping through flesh. A checkpoint. Finally he thought. Finally a battle. He picked up his pace, pushing and shoving his way to the front where the fight was. His heart was beating out of his chest. A bolt whizzed by his head, another slammed into his chest. He bellowed, leaped out of the crowd of drones and, with staff ignited, brought down his curved blade upon the head of a DSC soldier only for it to carry on, exiting clean between his legs. The divided mass crumpled before him and behind it, the desperate militia.

The troops swung their guns and focused on the ring-leader, firing off as many bolts as their wretched technology would allow. Hrajlmak let forth a streak of red inferno from his hand, incinerating a wide arc in front of him. Screams lost in fire rung in his ears. Drones quickly surrounded him and advanced on the coalition troops, tearing them apart. Hrajlmak strode forward, pushing the immolated out of the way without much regard. Up ahead, a group of more organised men.. and women.. and children. Hrajlmak set his eyes on the prize. He paced forward, slowly picking up speed, about to run when a blinding flash and a thunderous noise threw him back. One of the rangers had thrown a detonator to keep them at bay while they made their retreat. Hrajlmak rose to his feet, his armour visibly blasted apart, revealing a freshly blackened diaphragm beneath. Before they could advance, the space between them was set alight. Ironic. Furious, he threw his own fireball through the flame that denied him his satisfaction, hoping it hit its target. Turning back to address his troops he could see the far end of the tunnel they had traveled was filling with sun-quaker gas.

Valkren Calderon​

 

[Kad]

Objective: Destroy the Dome
Tags: Kirieth | Bazh'Thu | Fomoris | Aaran Tafo
Post: One

Gredak snarled, brandishing his Spike Rifle. The Zealot Squad had been sent to flank the Entrenched forces, Zealots weren't bred for Trench warfare; frankly their armaments were designed to counter conventional Human tactics. As to why the Bryn'adûl Forces had indulged the Human combatants in their own game, he could never know nor care. Besides, it gave him the opportunity to snipe some Humans.

The Zealot lead the other five, rounding along the length of the Facility and clambering to the top of an extensive out of the Dome's Generator facility. Not too far off the ground, Gredak began to lay down fire on the trenches below - quickly joined by his fellow Zealots as the whole unit opened fire on the Native position. Gredak landed two headshots quickly, dispatching to of their flak turret gunners. With a fiendish smile, the Zealot sprayed down on their position.

"Focus fire on their Turrets!"

 

[Fomoris]

Objective: Destroy the Dome
Post: 2
Tags: Bazh'Thu Kad Kirieth

Running towards their prey, Fomoris exulted in the pursuit of his foe, his monstrous silhouette, normally standing huge and intimidating had changed as he charged alongside the beasts of the shaman, huge biceps bulging as he lumbered forward in a simian-like gait. Still grasped within his hand, his ranged weapons were forgotten as a red haze clouded his vision, the thought of tearing into the flesh of their opponents all that was within his mind.

He as not alone, the pets of the shaman were alongside him, hissing and roaring, blocking all coherent thought from the Brute as he lost himself in the purity of violence. It was often like this when he had the chance to attack, frequently his General had been a lodestone of stability for the Brute to latch onto, the fear of breaking loyalty to his chieftain and costing the Bryn'adûl a chance at victory.

As he charged forward, he leapt over entrenched positions, his fellow Brutes firing a hail of supportive fire passed him, but the temperament of Fomoris was not suited to holding a position, even with the promise of trophies and the chance to reap a mighty tally of foes in the sustained firefights. He did not see foes, opponents or anything of that military standing, not when the rage was upon him. There were only packmates and prey.

And here was finally a chance to let loose the feral spirit caged within and with a thunderous crash, he reached the ranks of his opponents. To have called it a battle would be a misnomer, it was no more a battle than witnessing a shark gouge itself through a school of fish. His bulk crushed many beneath his feet, their pitiful cries masked only by the screams of their still living comrades, claws tore armour asunder as his Bryn shot, the explosive load within it going unused, was put to use as a feral club, it’s head rising like a bloodsoaked sun, only to drop again to bring twilight to another group of unfortunates.

Alongside him fought the Shaman, his own weapon slaking its thirst for their preys blood and with the beast-masters command for the slaughter to continue, the Brute stood and roared his approval, massive fists crashing against his chest in a primal show of dominance at the opposition that still remained.

 

[Kirieth]

Objective: Defend the Dome.

Post: 2.

Tags: @ Bazh'Thu Kad Fomoris

“So, they have those… Weapon things. The ones that melt if I hit it with my lightsaber. …What do we have?” she asks the soldier next to her, peering over the trench. It looked as though they were in fairly deep now, and mobilising. That wasn’t very good. She didn’t really know that much about trench warfare, but she guessed it had a lot of sitting and shooting. Whether that was true was up to the battle. She overheard some soldiers talking about trenching being a war of attrition, which was good because all they had to do was hold the creatures off for as long as possible.

“Uuuh… Blaster rifles.” The soldier next to her said. Kirieth suddenly got a rather bad feeling, she ducked her head down and yanked the soldier with her. One of the bolt things flew up above her and slammed into the soil on her opposite side.

“Thought so. What else?” she huffed. The man went on to explain they probably also had some heavy blasters, grenades, some turrets and so forth. Most of the snipers and longer ranged marksmen were bad at the facilities connected to the dome. “Uff, no artillery? I feel like you guys should invest in it.” she grumbled, peering over the trench again.

“Take grenades. They may be useful.” Pongle said.

“I already have some.” said the coalition soldier. She blinked at him, then kept her mouth shut, her head ducked as she moved along the trench to pick up a grenade. She didn’t really have anywhere to put them, so she kept it clasped in one hand, with her lightsaber in the other. She should really invest in getting some variation if she survived that is. She peeked over the trench once again, getting that bad feeling. Rather than it probably being the force warning her about something, the feeling emanated from one of the big aliens from afar. There appeared to be numerous beasts with him that seemed to be growling, but she wasn’t close enough to hear it yet. Soon, however, the big brutish looking creature was on the move. Along with his pets. They were massacring the frontline trenches. They actually charged through the no-man’s-land, which said something about their blasters. The important-looking one had some kind of stick weapon.

“Uuuh… Shoot that one. He looks important.” She says, pointing toward the blue creature. She got some sass back, but one of them hoisted up a missile launcher. She suddenly got a bright idea. “Hey, wait.” She held up her hand as she peered above the trench. There was a second nasty looking big guy who was also engaged in melee. “How many launchers we got?” she got the answer of three. “Nice, okay, I’m just a padawan, but I’ll try and distract them. I’ll run forth, and when I’m around halfway there, fire at them, preferably at the feet, preferably not at me. Right?” she got confirmations.

Hopefully, they weren’t bad shots. A soldier went to inform her that a group of the creatures had made their way near the dome and were sniping their soldiers and turrets. “…What are you asking me for? I’m not a superior! Just… Shoot them, or something! Turn the turrets around, grenade them, use the missiles closest to blow them out, just… Do something? Oh, oh! Use the snipers we have to get rid of them too!” she’d say, the last bits were more Pongle than her.

Leaping over the entrance to the trench, she ran toward the next one. Where the big creatures were attacking the front line. Luckily (or perhaps unluckily), it was a straight path to them. She ignited her lightsaber. She got several bad feelings all at once. She moved to the left as she ran, slashing her lightsaber against the weird projectiles. Though they melted and hissed into their nasty goop, she managed to lower their range a fair bit by doing so, sparing those behind her. Around two-quarters of the way toward the forward trenches, she heard the tell-tale sounds of rockets coming her way. Finally, she asked for HALFWAY.

Allowing her battle serenity to take hold, she jumped, augmented using the force, into a flip as the missiles shot below her. She was one hundred and six per-cent sure they’d have hit her had she not gotten out of the way. They each moved toward the legs and feet of the more important-looking ones, the blue, glimmer-eyed beastmaster and his bloodthirsty companion, as well as those around them. She wasn’t sure as to the effectiveness of the missiles, but they should provide a good distraction. She landed on her feet. She got the urge to jump again but the Pongle in her quashed it. Like heck she’d end up in a position where she’d be unable to evade their strikes. Instead, she reinforced the line of soldiers falling back, moving into her Makashi stance. With that, she was ready to engage or flee.

 

[Kad]

Objective: Destroy the Dome
Tags: Kirieth | Fomoris | Bazh'Thu
Post: Two

It wasn't long before the Soldiers below took notice of the Snipers, returning fire with their own Marksmen rifles and Turrets. Gredak laughed, their fear of death superseded any tactical know-how, surely now the Bryn'adûl Forces would have an easier time crossing the trenches. But one caught the Zealots eye in particular, a female carrying a glimmering blade of plasma. The Zealot snarled, moving left and down to a lower rooftop than his comrades to get a better angle.

Gredak readied his Spike Rifle, and waited, lining up his shot slowly and fired. The Zealot growled as an explosion blinded him, and the Jedi leapt into the air. Damn Jedi and their precognition. Gredak slammed his weapon against his chest and roared, raising his rifle once again and tracking her descent. The Zealot did not call out to the rest of his fellow Drael, all the glory would be his.

Gredak trained his scope on the Jedi and opened fire with a dozen or so spikes. Nobody liked to be shot in the back, but he relished in performing the act.

 

[Primal Architect]

DOMINION OF KUBINDI

The Battle of Kubindi raged, Shaman Bazh'thu leading an impressive force of Brutes of the 10th Regiment against the Deep Space Coalitions defensive trenches outside of the Dome's Generator facility. The ferocious Grenadier Fomoris pushes into the enemy trenches, assisted by the Marksmen Zealot Gredak against the young Jedi Kireith, slowly the Planetary defenders are being forced back with loss after loss. The Bryn'adûl encroach upon the Dome, their emassing forces waiting for the Shield to be disabled at the behest of Shaman-Warlord Hrajlmak.Natok.

The Shaman Warlords leads a vicious company of Kadesh Sentries into the Mountains of the Kubaz, corrupting their last refuge - now rife with poisonous Sun Quaker ink as the Ranger Valkren Calderon leads a small unit of Ranger Operatives in a desperate bet to save as many lives as they can, suffering loses against a new foe in the process.

The combined efforts of the Rangers and Coalition Soldiers will mean nothing if they do not get to orbit, the Coalition's Meagre fleet remains in the sky, fighting an unwinnable battle against vastly superior vessels.

-Kilo 2-6, this is Corvette Alteron; Invader Destroyer is raining hell on us! Final Protective Fire One, danger-close. On the Destroyer, over.-
-Copy FPF1, ready to fire at your command-
-Fire FPF1, over.-
-Firing FPF1, shot.... [Static] Alteron, requesting FPF status. Over.-
-Negative Kilo 2-6. They're still coming! [Sounds of explosion, static]

The Alteron, suffering too much damage crashes down into the Planet below; shaking the very earth for miles as the Corvette collapsed into the wide mountain valley. The Bryn'adûl Conquesters continue forward as their Cruisers deploy thousands of Phedrak fighters, swarming their enemies hopelessly.

BRYN'ADUL - Fomoris | Hrajlmak'Natok | Bazh'Thu | Kad |
DEFENDERS - Kirieth | Valkren Calderon |

 

[The Scout Trooper]

Objective 2: Defend the Dome
Alternate Objective: Extermination
Power Armour: Scout XVII Power Armour MK. IV "Tempest"
Weaponry: The Gatecrasher, Firebrand Thermite Grenade Launcher, "Fate" Variable Strength Assault Rifle
Music​

CLANK....CLANK....CLANK...SHUNK! The heavy male in power armour would slowly ascend upwards on the staircase as his footsteps echoed throughout the room. Each step seemed to make another clanking noise, having two slings on him to hold his Gatecrasher and Assault Rifle while in his hands so far, was the Firebrand Thermite Grenade Launcher. Shoving the door open in front of him with his shoulder, it would break out and make a loud clanging noise as he kept walking forward. Loading the last thermite grenade into the cylinder, he would close it with a THUNK and aimed upward at the ceiling. These people picked the wrong building to trespass and the wrong planet, he had used this place to start making his revenge plans...and with the invasion, it would give the Scout Trooper plenty of reason to test out his new equipment.

He would fire each one of the grenades at the ceiling as they would stick in the areas, each one sticking to the roof as it would make a small explosion of thermite gel, coating it as the temperatures increased rapidly, melting parts of the roof down. The Zealots up top probably could smell the burning tar of the roof before a good majority would fall through into the story down below, right where the Scout Trooper was whom after he made his last shot, threw aside the Firebrand Thermite Grenade Launcher and flipped up the Gatecrasher. CHICK-CHICK, BOOM! The Scattergun would go off, firing towards the Zealot who fell in front of him into a corpse full of holes. The other Zealots who got up would see the Scout Trooper flick the lever back down then back up, charging up the next shot as he fired again, another Zealot falling to the ground as the other one would fire onto the Scout Trooper, getting up close quickly.

The heated spikes would hit onto the Ultrachrome Power Armour as they would harmlessly with almost each shot being deflected onto the power armour except for one which would pierce into the stomach area but failed to get any further than perhaps one or two centimeters. As the Zealot got up close to fire at the spot where the spike dug into, the Scout Trooper would smash the side of the Gatekeeper into the weapon in front of him, pushing it up towards his head. Flipping the Gatekeeper around, he would smash it with all his force into the skull of the Zealot over and over again till he was concussed, dropping his rifle and then with one hand, grab his forehead and smash it into a nearby building hard as he could, smashing through the wall as the Zealot fell several stories down.

Watching the Zealot fell, he knew two more were up top yet his eyes would see a unique creature. A creature that would bleed, a creature that would need killed. Turning his heat sensor on, he would look up right when a Zealot would point down, firing right onto the ledge of the rooftop as another Zealot was killed, leaving one remaining as he flicked the lever one time as he slowly angled to look towards Kad from afar. Today was a good day for target practice.

Kirieth

 

[Kad]

Objective: Destroy the Dome
Hostiles: Kirieth | The Scout Trooper
Allies: Hrajlmak'Natok | Bazh'Thu | Fomoris
Post: Three

The power-armoured warrior was lucky to have caught the Aeravalin Zealots up close with his weapon, however he was a fool to believe Baedurin were so easily claimed by fire. A racial trait the slimly-framed Zealot was often jealous of. Gredak had heard the commotion, already on the move up and above, where the initial explosion had taken place.

The Zealot remaining up top had not fallen as he'd thought, in reality the Scattergun did little to nothing against the Baedurin Warriors stacked in their protective Barad armour. From above, Gredak fired at the green visor of the armoured-man with his rifle as the Baedurin Zealot beside him would drop-down into the hole, switching to his Kukri in one hand, firing at the rifle of the armoured-man; filling it with molten spikes.

Below, the other Baedurin Zealot the human had thrown from the building had embedded his Kukri into the building wall, slowly making his ascent up towards the level he'd been throw from. Gredak primed an Impact Grenade, ready to throw whenever opportune.

 

[Bazh'Thu]

Objective: B - Destroy the Dome.
Post: 3
Allies: Fomoris I Kad .
Enemies: Kirieth I The Scout Trooper .

The initial offensive had proven to be triumphant for the Drael warriors. It was truly nothing but a losing match for the Coalition forces, as their dramatically diminished in numbers. The Deep Space Coalition knew how mighty the Bryn'adul's forces are, knowing that the lives of their soldiers were already doomed at that point, as they placed them in what will be most likely their final resting place.

The mutilated flesh of men scattered across the battlefield, severed into dead meat by obsidian weaponry. Crimson ichor discharged all over their bodies, with their necks snapped and crushed with downright morbidity. Seeing the atrocities of their enemies, the Coalition infantry-men's fear increased, added by their impending clash with grotesque beasts of war, filled with raw hunger for flesh and blood. Their viridescent protective armors were all covered in ground soil, and the blood of their former comrades. The decapitated heads of their fallen brothers laid beneath their combat boots, sitting intact upon the soil, as their eyes held a blank housand-yard stare that only saw Death.

The surviving conscripts of the Deep Space Coalition stood ie in the front-lines, mustered by their commanding officers, as their sweating hands clasped their automatic blaster rifles. Indeed, their fates were absolute, but their sacrifices are unforgotten, knowing that the lives of the innocent will not be lost from the Bryn'adûl's slaughter.

In the midst of the battle,, a string of explosions sprawled across the war-zone all of a sudden, accompanied by pitch-black smoke which blanketed almost the entirety of the battlefield. The reverberation of its sound rang all over the war-torn area, raucously resonating even into the deepest of trenches which housed the frantic infantry-men. Unbeknownst to the Bryn'adûl, the Coalition had successfully deployed their missile launchers as a counter-offensive against their invading contingent.

The Coalition grenadiers. holding their man-portable missile launchers upon their shoulders, concentrated their fire into the swarm of Brutes and Zealots advancing towards the front-line positions. The Bryn'adûl forces dwindled in number as time went on, with most Draelvasier casualties dealt during the assault, due to the inability of their Barad armour to absorb kinetic impact. But to Bazh'Thu, their eternal rest were not in vain, for it was for the proceedings of the mighty Crusade.

As the clouds of smoke cleared out off the battlefield, white translucent steam emitted from the crevices of Bazh'Thu's blue-metallic body. The hardened layers of his skin were barely damaged by the explosive projectiles directed into them. Around him laid the charred bodies of two of his Drael Skag companions, with portions of their flesh visibly burnt from the projectile's impact. Glimpsing the remains of his personal pets, Bazh'Thu knelt down his one leg on the ground with high regard for his fallen Beasts,

He knew that they were not only mere Beasts, but life-long companions that he raised to guide him as their Master for such a righteous cause. He stood upright, with staff in hand, and faced to the direction of the enemy forces nearby. Disgruntled of the demise of his Beasts, hiss thoughts immediately screamed vengeance for the demise of his Beasts. The Shaman Beast Master let out a thunderous roar towards the Coalition infantry-men, and successively sprinted with primal rage into the passage-way..

" Thy pagan flesh be the most succulent food for my Beasts..
Go forth, my children, satisfy your hunger in the flesh and blood of men.. "​

The Beast-Master thrust his staff-mace into a lunging motion, as his staff's blade pierced straight into the abdomen of one infantry-man. The impaled body of the soldier bled tons of dark-red fluid, as the color of his flesh becameg pale and lifeless. Retrieving his staff from the Coalition infantry-man's fresh corpse, Bazh'Thu successively held the ballistic vest of another soldier with one hand, pummeled him down unto a spiked palisade, and continuously pounded the impotent victim's body into mere grounded pieces of meat with his staff. Heeding the call of his other Beasts, the rest of his summons eventually came after his lead. as they pounced unto the defenseless soldiers nearby, and subsequently feasted on the flesh of their newly-found hunt.

His Malabast staff-mace flailed around the narrow passage-way wildly, as two more of the Coalition infantry-men launched into the dead air, crushing their measly bodies in the process. Bazh'Thu's hands came upon unto the edged tip of a palisade and detached it from its wooden body. With all due might, Bazh'Thu hurled it towards the position of another soldier, skewering the poor man's body into the ground, His cadaverous feet stepped upon the dying soldier's body, shoving the spike further within as he propelled it into his very heart without mercy.

After putting the soldier into eternal rest, his brilliant azure eyes glanced forward, into the nearby end of the ditch. Bazh'Thu saw a young girl amongst the ranks of more Coalition infantry-men and grenadiers standing int heir way. The Beast Master immediately thought that it was such an unusual sight for a juvenile to be put in the front-lines without real purpose. Conversing his connection into the Cosmic Force, he slowly closed his eyes, and sensed the sheer power that emanated from the lass, and deduced the true nature of their enemy.

" Zealots, leave me be.
for a dangerous foe stands before your feet.
Move towards the shield generators, and shut their only hope down. "
​

Directing the Zealots and Brutes to push froward into an alternative route, Bazh'Thu heaved his feet from the soldier's corpse. He quietly sauntered towards the direction of the young Jedi, as his staff mace sat in his hand. In every step the Beast Master took, the ground audibly rumbled. Beside him, a soldier emerged from a barricade and fired at the Shaman's body, but with no avail. As his mountainous figure absorbed the beam energy with ease, Bazh'Thu instantaneously grabbed the soldier's head with full force upon his chest. In an act of intimidation to challenge the Jedi, he hoisted it up in the air, before subsequently crushing it with his own hands. His titanic Beasts soon followed his lead, as they stood behind him, awaiting instructions from their Master, thumping their feet upon the ground, and shaking upon the soil with all due strength. The Beast Master continued to stroll the path in which laid the several corpses of Coalition soldiers, as he and his Beasts moved towards the direction of the young girl, surrounded with her weakly companions, as his eyes fumed in blue flames.

" Jedi-heathen, you gallantly stand here to spread your false beliefs.
Under the hands of the Nightmare, your helpless ancestors befell.
Now, it is your time to reunite with them. "​

 

[Kirieth]

Tags: @ Bazh'Thu Kad Fomoris Kad

Kirieth’s feet didn’t even touch the ground before she sensed some kind of threat. She gave a quick cursory glance of the battlefield. Some spikes had been shot at her during the flip, and they were most likely trying to do it again. She took a grip on the force, her battle serenity helping her this time, flattening her meagre attention span into one focused on battle, and mixing it with her footwork.

The spikes came from behind her, so, perhaps, she could use that against them. Doing a three-sixty-degree spin toward the right, she tried to grip onto the spikes coming from where she was to where she was going and tried to pull them upward into the lines of beasts before her, or aliens, either one worked. Of course, even in battle, her grip wasn’t all that tight, she could barely concentrate on the spikes before picking up some new things, but she ducked and continued to move around in a shamelessly random fashion.

She glanced around as the spikes from behind finally ceased, she couldn’t quite help but notice that they were slightly losing the battle up in the sky. That wasn’t good.

Then her attention was on the enemy before her, rather than those from behind and above. She gripped her lightsaber, wishing she had two. He seemed strong. Looked like a leader. This wasn’t going to be fun. It looked like it was studying her. If it had the force, she was in for a bit of trouble. And thus, it moved forth. For her, it looked as though there was no path but forward. Until she had to go back. She wondered if the ships were still taking people.

She took another glance around, Bazh'Thu only marginally taking more attention than anything else. It was even speaking to her. In the common tongue? She didn’t really understand them before, shouting some kind of thundery language. She should get a translator. She glanced around, forgetting to notice the soldier’s gruesome death, before responding.

“Tell him you’ll carve out his heart and shove it down the throat of his leader.” ‘Pongle’ said.

“Uuh, no, I think that’s a bit much.” Kirieth replied.

“It may make him pause, and you’ll be able to take advantage.” “’Pongle’ replied.

“I think I’ve missed my chance to reply anyway.”

The other aliens stood, thumping their weapons. Well, this might actually work, they weren’t going to do anything, though, the monsters around the big alien seemed to. But at least she managed to stop their advance a little. The monsters crawled their way toward her. Kirieth readied her into a stance. Which one should she use here? She guessed Soresu, until she could figure out how HE fought. Probably with strength. Lots of it. At least with his pets, every time she blocked she’d hurt them. Pawing at a lightsaber wasn’t exactly the best thing for your health.

 

[Primal Architect]

DOMINION OF KUBINDI

The battle of Kubindi continues as the Bryn'adûl Fleet continues to batter down on the Deep Space Coalition fleet, destroying hundreds of fighter squadrons; the planet is left almost defenceless bar a few remaining Destroyers defending the Dome. On the ground, fresh forces deploy from Dispersal Pods and Phedrak Dropships on the opposite side of the Dome, passing through the Ray Shield on foot as a mass of infantry lead by Tathra Khaeus himself, splintering the primary defence forces beyond the Dome's Shield in a matter of minutes, forcing a full retreat to within the Dome - those left beyond the safe confines of its walls brutally slaughtered by the Brutes. Now the Chieftain searches for a way to open the gate.

The assault on the Generator continues, lead by Shaman Bazh'thu and a segment of the 10th Regiment against its defenders, valiantly fighting for every few inches of soil - yet unable to withstand the superior military forces of the Bryn'adûl.

Shaman Hrajlmak floods the mountain pass with black poison of the Kadesh, eliminating the remainder of the weakling natives. Even those few stalwart defenders who remain have never faced quite such ferocity.

The Dome's remaining defences are limited, giving everything they had to the assistance of the orbiting fleet and still, not enough to stem the incoming tide. Those within the Dome are trapped, ready to fight tooth and nail to survive as long as they can. As perilous as such a thing may be, all who can carry a rifle are waiting for the Bryn'adûl inside, a mixture of fear and hate swelling within. They will fight to the bitter end.

BRYN'ADUL - Kad | Tathra Khaeus | Bazh'Thu | Fomoris | Hrajlmak'Natok