Burn the Witch!

[The Hound]

Laekia

It had been...A very long time since he had been home. When he arrived it seemed like the war was over...But Turin knew better. He came back because he needed food, rest, water...Medical attention. He didn't think it would have taken this long. Still wrapped nearly head to toe in his bandages he had attempted to leave with the little gear he had been able to retrieve from the Sith.

And then Rosa had to show up. Even she would not get in his way.

 

[Rosa Gunn]

When she'd found Turin's hospital bed empty it hadn't taken her long to track him down, after all it was hard to miss a man covered in bacta bandages. She cut across his path to the spaceport and placed her hands on her hips, giving him a look that a mother might give a child who was misbehaving.

"[member="Turin Val Kur"], I did not discharge you from your bed. You will not heal if you do not rest." She dropped her hands from her hips and began to approach him slowly, sensing the turmoil about him.

 

[The Hound]

Leaning against the hull of the Sith ship he had come back in he glared at Rosa. She didn't understand. He didn't have the time to explain to her. With heavy breaths, he took his lightsaber from the makeshift belt he had put together. "Stay out of my way Rosa!" he shouted. This wouldn't end well for either of them.

He released a warning blast of telekinetic force in her direction. Weak, but strong enough to show that he meant business and that the next one would be much stronger. He was not afraid to kill here.

[member="Rosa Gunn"]

 

[Rosa Gunn]

Rosa raised her hand and sent her own telekinetic wave in response, the two collided sending a wave of energy out from between the two of them. Rosa gave him a pitying look.

"Turin, I can't let you go, not like this. Let me help you."

She was still walking towards him, charging tutaminis through her body as she moved in preparation for a strike he was likely to make.

[member="Turin Val Kur"]

 

[The Hound]

With every step she took she came closer and closer to putting Turin into a corner. Maybe his attack had not been strong enough to warrant a more logical decision. Maybe it was her own morality attempting to stop him from the path he had chosen. Either way, it had been the wrong decision to continue on her path.

Force combustion was a difficult power to master, mostly because those with the potential to do so find many of its uses sick and twisted, while some just didn't have the patience it took to use such a power. Turin was neither of these. Reaching out with his right hand he tightened his hand into a fist, his eyes closed in deep concentration. Instantaneously a small portion of the cealing above Rosa exploded. The hole created was enough for an old R2 unit to fall through, but the blast shot the permacrete shrapnel in all directions, raining razor sharp and thick, blunt chunks down over Rosa.
[member="Rosa Gunn"]

 

[Rosa Gunn]

That was not the strike she expected, her hand flashed up, force barrier forming over head and she shielded her head with her other arm. The curve of the barrier allowing the bulk of the debris to roll away from her, though she was still peppered by some. Shock and sadness were etched upon her face and she stopped her advance. "Turin..." she said softly "Don't do this. You are better than this."

She made no obvious move to retaliate but as she spoke as she stood and watched the broken man she was reaching out to his mind, looking for the cracks to allow her in. If she could just make him sleep. "Think about what you are going to do, Turin! Think about what waits for you at the end of this path!"

[member="Turin Val Kur"]

 

[The Hound]

The man's mind was a flurry of thoughts and emotions, none concrete enough to hold enough focus to use the Force. At least, on the surface. The storm within his mind was merely a cover, a haze to throw mentalists like Rosa off of his tracks. But Rosa was a powerful mentalist...If she could see through the thundering storm and find the real cracks in Turin's mind, the Dark Side would sputter through, a part of [member="Darth Isolda"]'s own presence, clogging the cracks like a thick black tar.

His muscles twitched as he saw the opening. With a snap-hiss his silver blade came to life. The Force propelled him forward as he brought his blade down across her chest. The weapon hummed as it cut through the air.
[member="Rosa Gunn"]

 

[Rosa Gunn]

Rosa pressed on, pressed through the storm and chaos that enshrouded Turin's mind. Darkness resided within, but Rosa did not falter, she knew Turin to be a good man, she believed he was better than this, if only she could reach past the storm. Hair rose on the back of her neck, and muscle memory took over as her left foot slid back, lightsaber snapped into her palm and came to life catching the attack and spinning it aside.

Her palm snapped up and she send a force push for him, aiming to put distance back between them. She was almost there, but there was no light inside the storm, only darkness. She plunged in anyway.

Enough, Turin.

He was injured still and no matter how hard he tried to fight it, pain and exhaustion would catch up with him. She just needed to speed up the process. She dug through the darkness for those feeling and drew them out, brought them to the front of his mind.

Let me help you.

[member="Turin Val Kur"]

 

[The Hound]

He grunted in surprise as the Force push caught him mid leap, sending him back through the air in a summersault. Skidding a few inches he allowed the Force to flow through his body, allowing purpose to flow through his body. He ignored the pain, the soreness, the fatigue. He had done it every day in that Sith hole. He could do it for a few moments longer.

As she drew the feelings of pain and exahstion to the fore front of his mind, her mental attack Turin dropped his weapon, gripping his head in pain. He began to dry heave as the Jedi grappled with the Dark Side storm.

The storm began to subside, more like the storm was being dragged, sucked into the center, the seat of power in this dark hurricane.
"Come little girl. See what I see. Feel what I feel."

"The flames of Vhala will burn away your light."​

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Indoctrinated, made to believe this was of his own will, Turin was not aware [member="Darth Isolda"]'s own presence in his mind. Sithspawn protected the cracks, filled them with false desires. His mind went blank. His weapons slid back into his hands and pure, unfiltered rage filled him as the Dark Side washed over him and over Rosa. A second silver bladed saber snap-hissed to life and he lunged at her, using the Force to enhance his speed and dexterity.

His attack was unrelenting as he struck at her with each blade separately.
[member="Rosa Gunn"]

 

[Rosa Gunn]

The darkness came off him at such a rapid rate it was almost suffocating. She staggered back, she should have pulled out, should have pulled away from his mind. And then what? Fought him? Killed him? Let him go? The outcomes were numerous, each path set before her gave her choice. Live, die, let him live, let him die. No. Not options. This was not Turin, this was a monster created by the sith. She would take the only real option available.

She would save him.

Lightsaber caught one blade, palm snapped up to catch the other. She drew in a deep breath, drawing on his rage, using it as her own. Brown eyes became flecked with orange and she let out a powerful force scream, before yanking once more at his mind.

Reveal yourself! She demanded.

[member="Turin Val Kur"] [member="Darth Isolda"]

 

[Darth Isolda]

[member="Rosa Gunn"] [member="Turin Val Kur"]

Beware child.

Ask --- and you shall receive.

Within the depths of the mind would come a sense of forbearing. Like a thick blanket ready to suffocate, the Dark side of the Force would start to twist and swirl, originating from the depths of Turin's mind where the Eye of the Dark Lord had implanted the seed.

The seed of Corruption. The Dark Plague.

Her voice would echo with poly-phonetic voices, whispering in languages as if from a babel tower. Tempting. Watching. Corrupting.
What was here? What did her hound see? What manner of intrigue was this? Ahhhh, yes... how curious.

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F͘oo͟li͜sh͡ ̡chil̡d̀, ̧ ̕y̛o̡u ca҉nn̵ot̀ ̛e̴sc҉ape͞ fr҉o̧m ͝m̶e. ​

 

[Rosa Gunn]

The darkness was suffocating, but only for a moment. Rosa carried darkness in her heart yet she controlled it, she was married to a Dark Jedi. There was nothing about the darkness that frightened her. She was barely aware of her movements against Turin. The force flowed through her, guided her hand to keep his continued attempt to strike her at bay while she dealt with the mess in his head.

I'm not trying to escape you. I'm trying to eradicate you.

Now she could see it, she could see the darkness for what it was. Alien, implanted, not belonging to Turin.

Release him!

"Turin! She has a hold of your mind." she yelled at him "Fight her, not me!"

[member="Turin Val Kur"] [member="Darth Isolda"]

 

[The Hound]

The Force Scream had only put him off for a moment, and soon he was back at his attack. Right, left, left, right. But her words were lost on the man. His eyes were Isolda's eyes, even if unkowingly, and the seed planted within his mind would grow and flourish until it birthed a monster that would devour his very being. Deep down Turin knew this, that this new found power was not earned but given, a lure. But he took the bait, and he tugged and tuggged, for if he could rip the bait from the line her power would become his, and he would use it to eradicate her smug face from existence.

He would wipe all Sith from existence.

However, firstly he had to deal with Rosa, even if it meant killing her. He needed to get off of this planet. His attacks were relentless, the Force and bacta the only things keeping his body upright and his mind alert. His twin silver blades danced through the air as they collided with parry after parry. He broke his attack suddenly, releasing a powerful Force push through sheer force of will, no gesture, no warning. The attack lifted dust off of the floor around them as it closed the short distance from killer to healer.
[member="Rosa Gunn"]

 

[Rosa Gunn]

The push caught her off guard, slamming into her chest and lifting her from her feet, she crashed into some crates, before righting herself and coming to land one one knee, sliding back a few more feet when she did. Something stung on her back, a gash no doubt, but she paid it no mind. "Fine." she growled. Her palm slapped the floor two seeds beneath it. The floor began to crack and groan as the vines sped beneath the floor toward Turin, coming up all around him they sought to engulf him as she plunged herself back into the darkness of his mind seeking to drive the seed out.

I will end you.

[member="Turin Val Kur"] [member="Darth Isolda"]

 

[Darth Isolda]

[member="Rosa Gunn"] [member="Turin Val Kur"]

That throaty chuckle would surround them both. From her seat of meditation, far across the stars, Isolda's lips would quirk in pleased satisfaction. The chaos the Hound created was entertaining indeed.

More so due to the succulent little morsel he had found.

With precise determination, the Eye of the Dark Lord would continue to plague both Turin as well as Rosa, however, her focus would be mainly upon the empathic woman.

Such a curious little curio.

Ahhh... she'd coo, as she felt the woman pour herself into the man's mind. In this they would all join her domain, and in an instant the turbulent sea was suddenly calm.

The trio would stand as if taken to an otherly world, the maw of space dancing around them as Turin and Rosa would stand upon a plataeu forged by the twisted corrupted nightmare that was Turin's mind.

There, upon a throne seemingly forged of Nihil stone, would the Eye of the Dark Lord Perch be seated with a Cheshire cat grin.

"́Y͝ou ͟h͡o̴nor̛ ͞u̢s͘ ́wi̶t͠h yo͝ur̨ ͝prese͏n̴ce.͘.͜.҉ ҉"̛ "
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"̶Who ar̛e̷ ͜y͘o̢u͞ chi͘lḑ.͠...̨ ̶t͟o ͞at̡t̕ém̡p͘t̢ to ̨b͘ri͢n͘g͠ ͜my ̕H͡ou͡nd͘ ͜t̷o̶ heel?̴"̕ ​

 

[The Hound]

The laugh paused the fight. Transported into this strange realm he stood centered with Rosa before him, his true prey to the left. Was this some sort of trick? It mattered not to him. His murderous gaze locked on the woman, and while more than anything he wanted answers, something had clicked in his mind when Rosa attempted to walk through that storm. Even now as the Dark Side warped his mind and heart he could not hear, nor think clearly.

Your hound?​

In this fantasy world where emotion was only surpassed by sheer force of will something snapped within the young man. His emotions hit a fever pitch, and with no where to go but out his emotions manifested itself in the form of thick waves of shadows. Engulfed by his own inexperience with Waves of Darkness, he cried out, his voice twisted and warped by the Dark Side. He was suffering, and the more he suffered the strong his waves became, fueled by the negative emotions he was putting on himself. His cries continued until the waves formed a thick egg-like shell. It cracked, fractured and he emerged, burned and warped by his own thoughts and self doubts. His skin a sickly white, he took the form of a beast below, horns adorned his brow and hair blessed by the goddess Vahl. His black eyes locked on those of Darth Isolda, a white miasma seeping from the corners of his skelton-like maw.

The goddess was saying something to the priestess, if she could interpret its true meaning would be up to her. The beast did not kneel, its stoic presence in this world challenging her authority. Its maw snapped open, letting lose a roar that would have, in the world of the living shattered bones, and caused the souls of Hell to cheer.

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In this world created by her priestess, Vahl had immense power in the sway of battle. In this world, Turin was no more.

There was only the Chosen of Vahl. Her beast of burden.

Vaermina.

All that you do is in my name​

[member="Rosa Gunn"] [member="Darth Isolda"]

 

[Rosa Gunn]

Rosa balked as the waves of emotion rolled off Turin. Panic flared in her heart and she reached for him as he screamed. "Turin! No!" the waves of darkness crashed against her and she staggered back, arms coming up to shield her face. She was too late, he was gone. She took an involuntary step back as he transformed, unable to keep the horror from her face. She was suddenly insignificant, suddenly small. A weak light caught in a swirl of darkness.

No.

"You don't need to know who I am. You only need to know that I will stand in your way."

She drew the force into her, filling herself with its light, so much so she almost seemed to glow. She lifted her hands towards the Turinbeast, force light trailing towards him, seeking to burn away the darkness.

"Give me my friend back!"

[member="Turin Val Kur"][member="Darth Isolda"]

 

[The Hound]

The Light.

The beast's attention snapped in the direction of Rosa, its target shifted for a moment. The light smacked it in the chest, powerful and full of will. It filled its chest, bringing the beast to its knees.

This one would defy me. ​

End Her.​

The Goddess whispered in his ears. All at once, the Waves of Darkness would erupt from the beast, now on all fours as it snapped its jaws in malice, saliva like sith poison spraying around his head as he shook it like a beast annoyed at a pebble thrown at it. The darkness snuffed out the light through its sheer power, giving the beast enough chance to duck to the left, the Force fueling its speed.

Its hand reached out to the throne [member="Darth Isolda"] sat on, the Force gripping one of its many black spires. Its black eyes filled with curiosity as the throne began to tremble and shudder. The spire snapped off and spun into the beast's clawed hands. Still on all fours, electricity snapped between its great horns, exploding into a powerful storm towards her.
[member="Rosa Gunn"]

 

[Rosa Gunn]

Rosa's hands came up electricity slamming into her palms, hands glowing as tutaminis absorbed and deflected the energy coming towards her. She reached out to the darkness, drawing upon it for her own fuel, eyes became flecked with orange. Rosa was not entirely pure, but she was true to her heart, true to her ways and she would not be controlled by darkness. Though she would use it.

The storm collected at her fingertips, growing with each passing moment. With great effort she pushed it back, not towards Turin, but towards Isolda. Because feth, the queen was going to burn.

[member="Vaermina"] [member="Darth Isolda"]

 

[The Hound]

The beast could not speak, at least not in words either of them could understand and so the tormented warped voice of Turin Val Kur was thrust into Rosa's mind.
"Leave her be! Her fate is for the goddess, not you, interloper!"
The beast threw the black spire, the black bit crossing the path of the storm she had redirected. Though strong, it was no Sith sword and exploded into bits, giving the beast enough time to close the distance between where he had stood and Isolda's own throne.

The beast growled, raised its hand and called for another spire. This time it snapped with little hesitation and flew into the beast's hand. This beast of burden had been given one task. To test the true faith of this one that would take the Goddess' hounds as her own. Had she become too powerful? A threat? None of that mattered, nor did that or any other intelligent thought run through this creature's mind. It would destroy until it was commanded to stop.
[member="Darth Isolda"]