Private Into the Crimson Tomb!

[Mithara Cohen]

Condre
The Crimson Temple​

"The Crimson Temple...what a great name for something on an ice planet!"

Giving a long groan, Mithara would grip onto the sides of the almost frozen rope as he slowly shimmied his way across it with his arms and legs around it. He had been doing this for a few minutes and more so, with the same clothing he had on as with other adventures. For some odd reason, lower temperatures seem not to effect his body as much as the next person as he seemed quite warm. Perhaps it was due to that curse from the tombs? He did not know nor could answer it but before him was the Crimson Temple, owned by the founders of the Blackguard though why they moved their headquarters here from a few centuries ago was unknown. Grunting a bit, he would make it to the other side as he would carefully drop down with a PLOP, steadying himself as he looked back at the gap he had to cross.

"Well, that was awful. Wish there was a way to-"

Then there was some ice crumbling noise from nearby as Mithara steadied himself from the potential ice falling...only to see a small glacier break off from the side and go straight into the ravine, blocking part of it up and...revealing part of the mountain now broken apart and much more accessible. Possibly it now took ten minutes to get in here from the last six hours he went through. Mithara only stretched his right arm out, as if asking the Force why it would do this to him but slowly, he let it down with a very long groan. Looking down, he slowly ascended the steps as each one would resonate in the now more exposed cavern housing the Crimson Temple.

As he reached the top of the temple steps, he was behelden to a very large door that had been frozen shut for many centuries. Peering at it, he would focus on the Force and stretch both of his hands out as fire would erupt from them, slowly burning away the ice around the door till it was nicely warm to the touch. Finishing up after a few minutes, he would place both hands on the door and gently push forward as it gave a loud cranking noise before being forced open completely. Giving a bit of a smile, he walked forward...only to hear the faint KATHUNK! of a chain go off as he looked to the side to just see a fireball smash into the side of his body, flying him into the next room to the side and a loud crash of songsteel and alderaan plates being smashed to bits. Giving a very loud groan, he would slowly try to sit up as he seemed unharmed though his pride seemed to be a bit damaged.

"Of course...Mustafar...fire...whats next? Lava?"

Getting up completely, he noticed he was in the dining hall as he gave a loud groan and started to saunter forward, trying to find what these people were holding...the fabled Mustafar Sith Holocron. While apparently being damaged by records, it was examined by a droid, not a true force user which made it a rather dangerous artifact...but at the same time, something worth getting a hold of. Passing by a few chairs, he noticed a skeleton of a being, part of his human skin still attached holding a goblet with his head rolled back. Poisoned? Choked? Shot? No one could tell now, not after all these years. Giving a sigh, he would check around the person for clues, not knowing at all that soon someone be behind him...and possibly, chasing the same prize.

Mi'la Undari

 

[Mi'la Undari]

Crimson Temple was the name of this site if scripture was to be believed; which to Mi'la's mind it was. She had thought the journey would be difficult, the maps that she had found that hinted to the location of the temple suggested it to be situated atop a frozen peak, through impassable ice and ravines. To her great fortune though, the quake she had felt moments ago seemed to have cleared a shortcut right to the temple; seemed the force was with her this day. Not feeling the desire to dally in the cold, she called upon the force, surrounding herself with the frigid breeze and lifting herself up to the top of the cliff. She had bundled herself up rather snuggly before her trip here, knowing she always struggled with cold climates during her trips. As she reached the top, she cut the flow, as the sound of ice and snow crunching under her heel declared her arrival. As her eyes set upon the temple in all it's glory, she had to wonder about why that name was the one they settled on. "It's not really crimson now is it? What were they thinking there i wonder?" She mused to herself, taking a gander of the environment before her eyes found something she was not happy about. Rope, recently used at that. "Oh feth, really? This one too?" She asked aloud, moving to touch the climbing material and see just who had possessed it. Taking hold, Mi'la was struck with several images: It was a young man struggling with the rope, next a quake causing the ice to break away, revealing the path by which she had come. Another image played out, seeing the man a tad flustered, before matching away from the ravine he had crossed, leaving the rope to where it now laid; it had only been a few minutes ago, still fresh.

Feeling a new sense of vigor enter herself, Mi'la took off for the temple, her bag of survival gear clattering against her form, though she cared not for its plight. This man could destroy the very treasures she sought to find; she wasn't about to take that chance. With snow and ice crunching under her heel, she dashed up the old stone steps. But in her haste to reach the top step, she had neglected to keel the terrain in mind. Reaching the final steps, she felt her foot slip out from under her, casting her back down to the steps below. There was a brief pause in the air, as she found herself falling back down the very stairs she had traversed, a silent swear spilling from her lips. There would be a loud crashing sound echoing from outside the temple, followed by the swears of a very annoyed Twi'lek who had taken a tumble. Yea, this expedition was going swimmingly.

Mithara Cohen

 

[Mithara Cohen]

There was a small clatter from behind the door as Mitharas eyes went wide as saucer plates. There was someone else...he had to hurry, very quickly! Mithara would start to bolt down the main hall without thinking to much on it, going back out as small bolts of metal would shoot out of the wall, Mithara giving some weird squeal noise as he moved out of the way of each one, each step producing more and more bolts of metal at a rather accelerating rate. Moving quickly down the hall, by the end of it, there was only puffs of air as he started to pant rather heavily, looking back as he gave a cheeky smile. He still got the moves! Taking one step forward, he would hit another panel as he got thrown up in the air into a very large net trap made of see through nylon as he yelped loudly in surprise.

To anyones surprise, they could see if they were fast enough one somewhat blonde haired human dangled into a large white wire like net as he struggled into it. Reaching onto his back barely, all tied up into the ropes, he got out of his sheath a very large long sword made of song steel as he slowly started to cut the rope like wires around him. Hacking at them for a few seconds, it would then give out and release the human, making him fall a few feet with a loud THUD! as he gave a loud groan. Slowly leaning up, he would feel part of his back crack a little bit as he carefully tried to get up and move forward.

"Is the Force mad at me? Why in the world should I suffer all of thi-"

Then there was a torrental downpour of snow right on top of him. The roof had given out and started to bury Mithara in snow as he struggled forward before being completely covered in snow. Shaking a bit in anger, he would slowly press forward as he extended the amount of heat from his body around him, slowly pressing forward into the snow to the other side as he started to grumble and mumble, literally steaming and smoking from the amount of anger he was feeling.

Mi'la Undari

 

[Mi'la Undari]

Clunking down the stairs with her bag making as much noise as humanly possible, Mi'la was in a world of discomfort. The cold stung at her face, and the icy stone bludgeoned her with every chance it could get. Coming to a stop half way down the stairs, she groaned and sat up, feeling her ribs and shoulders aching all the while. Shaking her head and brushing off the ice that had been collected onto her coat, the padawan began her second trek up the slippery stairs, this time discarding her pack at the recently opened door, and scowling at whatever horrors awaited her inside. She could hear something inside, sounded like grumbling, then the sound of something giving out; a collapse? In the temple? Horror crossed Mi'la's features as she assumed the worst. Some fool had gone and damaged the temple, the whole place might come down at any moment!

Pushing the doors aside, Mi'la found the traces of some sort of explosive having gone off, given the scorch marks on the stone floors and the faint smell of Sulfur in the air. What in the Hells had that man walked himself into. Looking around, she found the signs of another disturbance, in the dining hall. She felt a gust of air push past her, the sign of air reaching into the building. Stepping into the dining hall, Mi'la's senses were on high alert, as she soon found a large pile of steaming snow across the way from her. Looking about for signs, she caught a glimpse of shoe impressions in the snow, though the dead bodies strewn about the hall filled her with a sense of dread she hadn't experienced since Epicanthix. Her attention snapped back to the pile of steaming snow, taking steps back as she tried to make sense of what she was witnessing right now. Snow didn't steam, that was the exactly the opposite of what snow was supposed to do. Then again, what could be happening otherwise? It didn't make sense to her. Eyeing the slowly shrinking pile of snow carefully, her hand hovered over her saber, though she felt a chill crawling up her spine being in this place. She needed to go somewhere nice for once, no more dark side tombs would be a nice change of things.

Mithara Cohen

 

[Mithara Cohen]

Mithara would slowly emerge from the other side of the steaming pile of snow, the entire pile melting around him as Twi'lek would see the human finally coming out of the snow. His clothing seemed wet, his hair pressed against his face and he looked very unhappy, a scowl going across his whole face as he held the long sword in his right hand. Giving a loud pant, his senses seemed to be partly screwed up as he could not see straight. After everything going on today, he was just wanting it to be over, taking another step as hot steam smashed into his body with some form of flame throwers spewing onto his body as he merely stood there. Unphased by this, he stood there till the fuel finally ran out in a few seconds, standing there with part of his hair on fire, moving two of his fingers and putting it out.

"I hate today...I honestly ha-"

Taking another step, he would wince very hard as he stopped, looking down to see small tiny rocks that were purposely edged up to where it be painful to walk on, even with boots. Giving a grumble, he took each step carefully till one pushed down and revealed a rope, smacking into his face yet missing to entrap him as he stepped back. Grumbling very badly, he started to scream as he looked as if he was steaming naturally, a bit of flames erupting from the top of his head.

"Blackguard! You stupid son of a *$(&@! If I find any of you, I will have your heads on a platter you stupid mother si-"

Then the ice on the ceiling that had froze finally melted above him and made a torrential downpour of water over his head, getting soaked wet as he tried to speak but sounded like he was speaking underwater. The fire on his head dousing out and possibly along with his temper, he merely stood there as the water trickled onto his head after half a minute and very slowly, sat down onto the pointed rocks as he refused to move. Shaking a bit, he grumbled as he was still steaming as he was tricked by people that been dead for hundreds of years!

Mi'la Undari

 

[Mi'la Undari]

Seeing the man emerge from the pile of snow, Mi'la at first went for her lightsaber, until she realized the man was so enraged that he failed to notice her. Confused, she tilted her head, eyeing what was occurring as the man began to speak to himself, seemingly ranting about his day so far. Crossing her arms, the Twi'lek didn't know what else to do other than watch. To her horror, she witnessed fire engulf the man whole, though he made not so much as a whimper as it happened. What startled the padawan though, was seeing the man emerge unscathed, trudging forward without so much as saying hello to her. More curious now than anything, she observed the man, waiting to see how long it was going to take before he recognized her.

The stranger seemed to generate a large amount of heat, so much that he was able to spark flames off of his body in a way Mi'la had never seen before. It was utterly fascinating for the padawan. She could feel the force within the man, though it was wild and untamed; alot like his temper from what she could tell. As the stranger began his tangent of profanity however, Mi'la would begin to move closer to the man, only stopping when a torrent of water from the melted ice above poured onto him. Staring wide eyed at the stranger, Mi'la couldn't control the series of giggles that spilled from her mouth, as the man looked completely and utterly ridiculous. This was the guy who beat her here? "Okay, sorry, sorry, I shouldn't be laughing, but I expected something else here." After composing herself, the Twi'lek could only hope that the man would be understanding. "I'm Mi'la, didn't expect someone to already beat me here. Who might you be?" She asked, crossing her arms and expecting an awnser to be given from the dripping wet man before her; she was really glad she hadn't gotten splashed by that ice water, else she'd be in a less than pleasant mood.

Mithara Cohen

 

[Mithara Cohen]

The giggling snapped him partly out of his temper tantrum, slowly turning his head very slowly to see what it was as he feared for a single second, a particular Force Ghost had returned to mock him from the grave. Instead, he would hear a womans voice, something he did not expect whatsoever to come out or much less, see of a different being here on this planet. Expected someone else here? So that means she came right behind him...which meant that hillside that broke through....he gave a long groan upon a bit of realization but slowly gave into his fate of being the Galaxys punching bag for the day. The introduction of a name was given to him, dripping wet as he sat on these pointed rocks as he grumbled for a moment as he finally looked at her eyes, realizing after seeing past his wet hair it was a Twi'lek.

"So glad to set them all off...Mi'la, my name is Mithara, renowned explorer of tombs and worlds alike though right now...renowned explorer is more of a title made of wood and held together with duct tape."

Looking side to side for a moment, he kept his arms folded together as he gently focused onto himself with his body once again steaming as the heat around him be warm but in theory, all he tried to do was dry off his clothing. Not moving from his spot, he was perhaps two thirds of the way to the largest set of doors before him and possibly the longest string of traps he ever had to deal with in his entire career. Speaking out loud, he did not dare move from his spot as he rather not get soaked again or lose control of the Force as he still felt a bit of a temper on him.

"Also yes I am sure I beat you here...four months of planning and a giant climb up the mountain to boot...this is my expedition. At this point though...I believe some being is laughing at me from afar so I am not moving for a little bit. You want to go ahead and take care of the Crimson Temples things? Be my guest Mi'la...not like your a Jedi or something, wave your hand and make things magically stop! Hrmph...Jedi, at this point a unicorn in a Crimson Temple than anything else."

Waving his hands a bit in exaggeration on the last part, he would slap them down onto his pants. Mithara did not expect whatsoever for any form of Jedi to pop out of the ground to assist in any of these matters...then again, when have they ever?

Mi'la Undari

 

[Mi'la Undari]

Nodding as the man explained himself, moving to inspect the trap that the man had set off, and looking for the mechanism that might have kicked this trap off. Finding several elevated plates, Mi'la seemed satisfied at her deduction, straightening and turning to her new companion. Renowned explorer? This guy? She had no clue who he was, let alone thinking he was some fabled explorer; but she didn't want to be mean. There was something about this man that she couldn't put her finger on, he had some sort of gift, and his force sensitivity was clearly present. She was going to keep an eye on him, because clearly he didn't know what he was doing. "Well Mithara, it's very nice to meet you." The padawan responded, giving a short bow of her head to be respectful, crossing her arms as she listened to the rest of the man's story. She studied how his body seemed to be steaming, thinking that he had some level of control of pyromancy, and perhaps something else that she wasn't aware of. If he had been into other tombs before, it was a miracle that he wasn't dead, because right now her initial impression of the man was that he was in over his head. Then again, appearances could be deceiving.

"Well, I'm not here to take anything really, other than anything that is obviously Sithy and evil." She explained, casting a gaze about the room as she felt an increasingly growing sense of creepiness about the sense of this place. "But um...how many temples have you been to before? I just want to know what your level of experience is, wouldn't want something happening to you." She said, moving past the expended trap, and gazing at the stone door that laid before the pair. She remembered something the man had said, about jedi being a sight for sore eyes, which brought a smile to her face as she looked back to him. "Oh, well, actually, I am a jedi. See?" She would fish out her lightsaber and flick it on and off, hooking it back onto her belt with a smile. "So, if it's okay with you, I'll be your tour guide today." She finished, reaching out her hand to the stone door and feeling for a possible trigger to force it open. Closing her eyes, she reached out, and felt for possible traps that might have been linked with the door. Feeling nothing, she stepped back, extended her hands, and would slowly pull the stone doors open. The sound of stone on stone echoed through the hall, as the Twi'lek felt a bit of resistance against her effort. Mithara wanted her to wave her hands and solve the problem right? Well, here she was, waving her hands and fixing everything. The door eventually gave, opening wide enough to allow the trespassers through. Mi'la sighed and turned back to the man, gesturing towards the newly open door with a wide smile on her face. "Ta-dah!" Hopefully this whole journey would go well, otherwise this trek could very well be her last.

Mithara Cohen

 

[Mithara Cohen]

Grumbling a bit still since he was still technically refusing to move, he heard her response and made a scoffing noise. Nice to meet you to....bleh! He rolled his eyes as he just did not like having the chance to be fooled or look bad. He has a lot of pride in his body and no one has really deflated that out of him just yet. He would give a curt bow of his head as it was very slow but more of the "I have no idea what I am doing" kind of bow of the head. Hearing of course she was going after anything obviously sithy and evil, he gave a small groan at it but also heard about the level of experience as he was about to speak before being cut to ribbons at the words "I am a Jedi, see?" and then saw a lightsaber flicked around and put back as he looked a bit more fumed.

He had now lost to a Jedi in almost every sense of the word...the temple might as well have the Jedi Banner on it now as he can, in no regard, beat running off with an artifact with a Jedi right in front of him! Then of course, hearing she be the tour guide, he might as well been reduced to a tourist as he gave another long groan as he slowly stood up as he watched her open the large stone doors with the Force. Watching, his eyes would slowly go a bit wide as he was a bit amazed by the display, something he could not even do quite yet. Hearing ta'dah however, made him sour again as he tried to speak at long last, trying to go beside her slowly with each step and try to pass her on by.

"Well...unfortunately, it is. It is a supposedly damaged Sith Holocron used by the Black Guard, known as the Sith Holocron of Mustafar. They had stolen it back centuries ago and placed it back in here...I intend on finding it. It would be an archaeological boon to figure out its true origins and stop calling it one very long name."

Taking another step forward, he looked up and raised his right hand as he focused and directed a small flamethrower like effect on the ropes above him as he burnt out the trap that was intended to fall on them. It took a bit of time as he spoke out loud as he focused on it with the Force...it almost looked like childs play to him.

"I have traveled to at least twenty-seven of them....sixteen of them I had encountered issues with, only three gotten fatalities from my groups. Reason why I carry this sword on my back...and also the reason I have these powers. What you call...The Force? It became for some odd reason, attracted to me."

Finishing burning out the ropes above him, he would turn to her as he stopped moving for a moment, a bit half way into the next hallway as it was a rather large glass door structure with something glowing in the background of red. Stopping his flamethrower like effect out of his hand, he would close his hand to let it heal a little from his own injuries.

"What do you know of Force Curses? I mean...as a Jedi Temple Dweller, you probably know much better than I do."

Mi'la Undari

 

[Mi'la Undari]

He seemed less then pleased to learn she was a jedi, which...she was just going to have to deal with. To her surprise, the man had his eyes on a holocron, which suggested to Mi'la that he didn't know what he was actually going after. A sith holocron? And he just wanted it for the prestige? Maybe he was a fool after all. "I can only hope you have someone who can handle a Sith holocron properly. Those things are dangerous, I've read accounts of them even killing those who try to access them." Mi'la commented, letting the man step ahead and emit flames from his hands. She watched with curiosity, trying to comprehend how he was doing that. It was like her aerokinesis really, save this was fire instead of air. Perhaps she'd have to make an attempt at learning this power, could go on to help her long term.

Listening to what he had to say, Mi'la watched as he burned away at the trap. He had claimed to have journeyed to these sites before, losing part of his team, and admitting what Mi'la already knew; he had the gift of the force within him. "I could see as much, that power you do with the fire is similar to other powers I have seen, not to mention I can sense your presence. It's untrained, but there's potential." She remarked, watching as Mithara seemed to take a moment to rest. As he did so, Mi'la stepped forward, trying to get a read of the location.

She paused in her attempt however, as the man inquired on force curses. Mi'la's initial reaction was one of confusion, as it wasn't possible to curse someone with the force; it wasn't like Nightsister magicks of course. "A curse?" She repeated, turning and tilting her head as she desired more information from the man. "It depends really. Unless someone is using sorcery, you can't really curse someone." Mi'la pondered on the idea for a moment, recalling stories of early tomb raiders who ran afoul of Sith spirits. That was usually where the tales of curses came from. "The only thing that comes to mind is force spirits binding themselves to someone, planning on tormenting them for the rest of their lives." She shrugged, looking back into the chamber that was just begging to be explored. "Any reason you ask?" She inquired, turning and checking for traps, waiting until Mithara was ready to move on.

Mithara Cohen

 

[Mithara Cohen]

"Then you probably be impressed by the fact the last known person who held it was a droid...that said it knew it was broken. Part of that seems...what is the word? Full of bantha poo-doo." As he had taken a few steps forward, he started to reflect a bit on his life up to this point. He had been possessed, kidnapped, shot and stabbed numerous times...it was almost like a novel being written for the rest of his life. Hearing that he could be sensed, he made a mental note to ensure a way to hide himself...but it was untrained? You can train this? It seemed unusual but for further questions later.

As Mi'la was searching for traps, Mithara moved forward as he examined them himself as he was the self-proclaimed "expert" of the field. Turning to her as he started to walk backwards, he talked on why he asked. "Simply because I barely had any use in the Force till I woke up a Force Spirit who burned my entire team to dust, made others insane and decided I was its new room mate. I heard his voice for a few days but it got...silent. Aside from that, my temper is...getting worse. It feels like my blood would boil if I do not shout in anger it is just...strange. Strange like having yo-"

SWOSH! There was a rope trap as it snagged onto Mitharas leg and rose him up rather high in the air as he gave a yelping like scream before it stopped him, about ten feet up as he groaned very loudly. Before she could ask, he merely just hanged there upslide down, turning very slowly as he breathed a bit. "I will admit...I am not angry. I am honestly just want to find one of these Black Guards...and shove my boot straight up their-" Then another loud noise would be heard as fire would erupt from the sides, engulfing Mithara from up top in flames as he merely just hanged there till it was over, having lasted a few seconds as he just looked annoyed at the end of it, as if the Force was testing his patience, slowly looking down at Mi'la as he just gave another loud groan, this time of defeat.

"Can you...." He would shake as he was not easy for asking of any assistance. "Please...help me down. I may be immune to fire but this is just uncomfortable." On the bright side of this, they were at the end of the room, right close to the ante-chamber where the Sith Holocron was supposed to be...just Mithara may have triggered the trap meant for intruders but sadly for them, they meant the most flame retardant explorer to ever live.

Mi'la Undari

 

[Mi'la Undari]

Mi'la was not very impressed with this specimen thus far, he seemed to prove he was inept in nearly every way she could have imagined. "So, you are saying you got outsmarted by a droid?" She asked, a bit puzzled as the man tried to explain himself, which only added more questions to Mi'la's mind. She kept jumping back and forth with this man. Was he someone to work with and study under, or rather another person that she'd have to babysit during their journey into this temple? Everything was up in the air at the moment.

She realized the man wasn't paying attention, as her eyes caught the sign of what looked like a rope trap. She tried to voice her concerns, but found the man to be yammering about his force potential instead. He seemed to have an issue controlling his anger, and that lack of temperament played directly into his force abilities being activated. This man had a great deal of work and refining set out ahead for him, and Mi'la wasn't particularly looking forward to teaching it to him, but she would regardless. Before she could get the words out of her mouth, Mithara was hoisted into the air and sprayed with fire jets, as Mi'la held a look of concern until the man emerged from the flames; thankfully unscathed. She walked towards his cautiously, a look of pity evident on her features she looked to the man dangling up above in a precarious situation. What was she going to do with him? "You...have a knack for finding trouble my friend." She said calmly, before removing her saber from it's place on her hip, and giving it a toss. Guiding it with the force, she steered it up and back, as the blade easily cut through the material holding the man up, allowing Mi'la to reach out and slow his fall with the force. Or at least that was the intention, until her deactivated saber landed directly on the top of her head. Mithara would drop considerably before Mi'la could catch him once again, giving him a sudden stop before he hit the ground.

Groaning and rubbing the top of her head, Mi'la collected her saber, thankful that she hadn't accidentally stabbed herself with that little maneuver, but at least she had helped the man out. Turning to face Mithara, Mi'la still was rubbing at the sore red spot on her head, as she would try and answer his burning question from before; pun intended. "Well, with that out of the way, you lack a degree of focus with your power." She started, wondering if this was how Sakadi felt when she began a lecture. "That raw emotion you let run wild at times, makes your power run wild as well. If you can learn to channel and direct those emotions better, you can gain control over your power in the process." She remarked, crossing her arms, putting on an air of authority like she didn't just clock herself in the head with her own saber.

Mithara Cohen