Faction [GA | DE/ER] End of the Core Wars

[Taam Moghul]

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Objective: Objective IV
Equipment: Kta Dom Lya, Lightsaber, Cathar Armored Jacket, Cracken Survival Kit
Tag: Caltin Vanagor Thurion Heavenshield

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Taam launched after Caltin, racing through the forest towards the harrowing sound. Vaulting up a tree, savage claws dug into the trunk to pull the big Cathar into the canopy overhead, where he moved nimbly from limb to limb above as the hulking Battlemaster ran below. The sound of battle grew louder, and above it a defiant voice, bold and commanding.

The arriving jedi found none other than Thurion, the Golden Lion, standing like a bulwark against a horde of slavering drengir. Master Vanagor engaged immediately. Taam leaped down from a thick branch amid the chaos, driving Kta Dom Lya into one of the creatures, the sword cleaving it in half in a spray of black ichor and writhing, thorned tentacles. Landing in a coiled crouch, the Cathar knight's hand shot out, sending the nearest of the large abominations flying backwards to crash against others.

The situation was dire and the enemy overwhelming. He heard the words of encouragement between Caltin and Thurion, inspired by the toering masters. With a fierce roard, the maned Cathar intinctively engaged the relentless enemy through the Force, anticipating the movements of the erratic creatures, allowing it to guide his weapon as the large sword swung with brutal precision, moving closer to the embattled jedi masters to present a united bastion against the ravaging onslaught.

Each of the three jedi were fighting for something, Taam was fighting for vindication of a defeat that cost him dearly.

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

T Y T H O N​

It would have been easy to accept his fate. To lay down his sword, set aside his duties, embrace the end — this was the easy path. Any Son of Midvinter welcomes a good death on the field of battle, so long as it is a worthy sacrifice. Suicide, assisted or no, was considered the most grievous of insults, to god and clan alike. His royal status would not prevent eternal disgrace to follow anyone bearing his name should he simply allow a foe to execute him, nor would he disobey the pledge he'd made to Grandmaster Noble.

It didn't change the fact that, with Coci still missing, his world was effectively ended. Whatever deed he performed now, great or small, could never be undertaken for his personal enjoyment, for there was none to be had. From this moment forth, Thurion Heavenshield would perpetually be raging against the dying of the light. His light. It was a war he could never win, but he would hold out until nothing of him remained. It was all he could ever do.

And, once all his great strength and perseverence was spent, he would welcome Death as a friend.

"Mind if I join in the fun?"

The outnumbered Knight of Old, his armour bent and his fabrics torn, turned to face the sudden appearance of his oath-brother, and immediately his end-seeking disposition shapeshifted into something resembling the face Caltin would recognise. It thrust Thurion back into the moment, forcing him to take command and seize the metaphorical reins with both hands. He didn't answer him then, but greeted him with a dishevelled nod.

"She hears you, brother. She hears you and she sees you. She is proud you are here. No matter what these Drengir try to do."

If he'd been wavering before, these words uttered by his brother instilled in him such resolve that all notion of an early death was banished from his mind. Though Caltin couldn't possibly know whether his words were true, Thurion chose them to be. He chose to believe the gaze of his beloved was upon him, and he would not let her down. The two of them could never fall when together, and nor would they now.

"You are my brother," he reaffirmed over the noise of battle, face gritted in defiance even as fresh tears caressed his cheeks. "Now, and beyond this life!"

The Lion strode the field anew, no longer merely holding the line but even advancing against the relentless horde, taking his first step forward since making his last stand. It was at this time that none other than Taam Moghul appeared amidst the mayhem — a Cathar bearing a poignant likeness of his house sigil. For a fleeting moment did he believe he was seeing things; that somehow the lion he professed to be had somehow taken form to fight at his side.

In Taam's presence, Thurion could not help but feel like a mere pretender. It seemed to him that to one side fought Caltin, a man by every meaning of the word — and to the other Taam, as physical a representation of his moniker as could be envisioned — whilst the Lion King stood in the middle of the two extremes; a beast in the shape of a man. It was an aspect of him as true as any other, and one he'd gladly embrace when marching to war.

The Force's Justice grabbed his tattered banner and waved it back and forth, the stained sigil of House Heavenshield shimmering against the infinite blackness. "Then let it be slaughter," he declared even as he slew more and more foulness coming his way. "Let it be total war; eternal crusade against the mindless slaves of the Abyss! We are all Heavenshield this day, blade and fang united!"

Caltin Vanagor Taam Moghul Valery Noble Kahlil Noble Antipater ​

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

Right back what is wrong…
Tython
What was once “The Gnarls”

Objective IV — Empire Left Behind
(GA | DE/ER)

"You are my brother," he reaffirmed over the noise of battle, face gritted in defiance even as fresh tears caressed his cheeks. "Now, and beyond this life!"

Wouldn’t have it any other way! They don’t know who we are! We should show them that we are brothers, fathers, sons, husbands, sisters, wives, we are scholars, explorers and warriors! We are the Right hand of the Force, the Left hand of the Light, AND WE ARE THE BOOT THAT IS GOING TO STOMP A MUDHOLE IN THEM! He would have said more, but a small herd of these creatures were bearing down on him. They were smart enough to charge at him at once, snaring an arm, a leg, a waist, the neck. The thing is though, muscle memory began to overtake his body, in his younger days, Caltin specialized in fighting against greater numbers, and while this was not “old hat”, nor easy by any means(the air was choking out of his body), muscle memory. Quickly, almost instinctively the Jedi began to control his breathing, to slow it.

The more he fought it, the more they choked, he began to double over… until…

THAT’S IT! A powerful Force Repulse. When he was brought back from the Ether, Caltin had lost a lot in the way of the Force, but to be honest, it was the best thing that could have happened. He was now, finally, getting back to the mindset he once was in, and accepting of and utilizing the abilities he had. The Jedi Master was a “Guardian” in every sense of the word, so most of his skills were in the “physical forms” of the Force (Push, Pull, Jump, etc), as well as the Lightsaber, but a few others, such as the Repulse, Electric Judgment and Force Crush were his strengths. He was more than adept at other skills, but not a Mastery such as these.

Why is this important?

The Repulse was normally out in all directions, but the big man was able to direct the energy outward only at the Drengir, sending them back in pieces. That was the good news, the bad news is that was only three to four of them. There were plenty more coming.

The Force's Justice grabbed his tattered banner and waved it back and forth, the stained sigil of House Heavenshield shimmering against the infinite blackness. "Then let it be slaughter," he declared even as he slew more and more foulness coming his way. "Let it be total war; eternal crusade against the mindless slaves of the Abyss! We are all Heavenshield this day, blade and fang united!"

Finally, the “Old Caltin” was beginning to return. Pulling the Knuckles out of the off hand gauntlet of his Guardian Armor, he glared outward. FOR TYTHOOOOOOOOON!!!! Charging off into a burst sprint, the creatures not tasting his lightsaber were being punched. If these creatures were going to die fighting, he would facilitate this. Was he suicidal? Not at all. However it had been a long time since he did not have to hold back. This was one of those times.

There was no way the big man could take them all on by himself, but if he could draw some at him, it would make it easier for them to either draw others, or maybe pick off his attackers freely.The creatures fell before him, their numbers dwindling as he fought with unrelenting fury. His punches and lightsaber strikes were relentless, each blow a testament to his skill and determination. The battlefield echoed with the sounds of battle, and he pressed on, unyielding, his resolve unshaken.

Thurion Heavenshield Valery Noble Kahlil Noble Antipater Taam Moghul TAGS
[Text in Brackets is spoken on Comm-link] ~Like this is through the Force~​