Objective I: Reckoning
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Darth Morta
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Domina Prime
Daimen made hus way to the temple, the outside was scorched and smoke rose from open dome above as a brazer of incense. There was a smell of burnt flesh in the air, and as he ascended the steps, petrified beings in contorted positions, most of then crawling up the white stone steps.
The great burgundy wooden doors with obsidian l spikes were shut. The Aetharian pointed his hands and the door opened witt a creak, venting a dark cloud. The Blood Elf took his saberstaff and held it to his side, and entered in to the sacred smoke. Therein he coughed as he walked past pews that were strewn in disheveled shapes, candles of red long burnt out and attge altar the Great Red Eye of Bogan.
Looking at the eye intently he saw a shimmering and so walked past the inner sanctum and plucked a lose stone of the mosaic, and falling out was a round red circular box. He opened it, and found that it was empty. As Daimen attenpted to return the tile and the box, he heard a snap hiss and two blades of crimson and amythest cut through the altar and almost clove his head off.
The figure was clade in full armor, their mask a Revanite design he had not seen:
The Warrior criss crossed his blades repeatedly, sweeping them like great horns. The Aetharian activated both his blood blades and twirled the staff to parry in a flurry, the crackle of the meeting sabers filled the temple with song, the great smoke bellowing in the middle where they met, visibility was difficult, for the enemy had a visor to shield their sight from the torture of irritation to the eyes. Daimen had to be careful, this Assailant kept appearing out of the dark cloud, sweeping the blades until The Blood Elf beat the purple one, and to his surprise the entire arm came apart and fell with it. The One Armed Warrior kept striking with a fury that made Daimen decide to leap on a pew, he then kicked the Warrior in the face, knocking the helm clean off to reveal a deformed face with terrible burns. The Mutilated Man leapt, but his legs came clean off so that his waist hit the stone pew and he was now upon the ground coughing. Daimen taking his saber broke a window to let some air in, and took a better look at his enemy:
The collapsed Defender coughed as The Aetharian held the tip pf his blood blade at his neck.
“Go ahead.. finish it. You at least can grant me an honorable death.”
Daimen stayed his weapon, and moved to the ceiling to wall window he had shattered to get some air. The Stump Man using his last limp raised up ans inched himself with his back against a pew and coughed some more.
“Please.. let me fall upon your blade. Not like this.. not gagging on fumes.”
Daimen turned, his silver white hair flowing in a fresh wind. He pitied this man who was left to defend, broken as he was, he had fought with spirit.
“
Lord Veranus.” the Blood Elf barely uttered the namesake before the Burning Man said,
“Dead.. like so many others, cough.”
Daimen walked over to the Seared Soul and decided to make a deal.
“
I need proof.. a sign your Master was here. Give this to me and I will give you what you ask for.”
The Man with Eyes that seemed to potrude out of theircsockets due to damage done to them replied,
“I was here.. we were holding vigil, The Vanguard of Veranus. Our Lord was at the altar, ready to prepare us when there was a flash of light, and all went quiet, then I saw as each of my brothers burst into flame, and I began rubbing my face, peeling off what I thought was leaves falling on my face, till I realized it was my skin in large flakes, and my hands blood stained. Most became ashen skeletons, some became something else.. and I had the miserable pleasure of being what you see now.”
He dry heaved before continuing,
“We were robbed! We were all suppose to die at the hands of sabers! We even had hope we’d win! In a flash it was all taken away and you have seen the result! An entire city wiped clean! We demeaned to blacken heaps of flesh! I curse any empire that would do thus!”
The Blood Elf leaned towards the fractured freshen face.
“
It was not The Empire. Darth Morta had every intent of dueling your Master to the death. To take her prize by the kyber burning tip. And all of you would have suffered the same fate, slain by hot dipped blades.”
The Burnt Bundled Body of a Man thwn cried out,
“Then who?! Who did this to us?! Who stole our glorious final stand?!”
Daimen replied,
“
A Mandalorian Monster with multiple arms and capacity for wanton destruction. My Liege Lady Morta is fighting It now.”
The Marred Man crawled with his black gloved hand,
“Promise me you will make that Mando pay!”
Daimen nodded, it was not really something he could garantee, but this man needed peace.
Reaching for his fallen leg, he pulled out a ring, it was ailver, made of twin serpents facing each other in a V shape, their tongues meeting a amythest in middle.
“Take this.. it was My Lord’s. There is your proof, now pierce me with holy kyber and give me an honorable end.”
The Aetharian took the ring and then reached out to help poise the Stump Man on the pew facing the altar. Snapping one of the blades to life, Daimen stood behind the bald burnt head, the man smiled with his lipless teeth that were pearly white. The Blood Elf swept his blade, and the man fell, his head severed from his shoulders.
Deactivating his saber, Daimen held out the ring and looked down at the corpse. This was the trinket the Molten Mistress has metioned.
Now Daimen had to decide on the next course of action, his duty demanded he hand it over to Darth Morta, though he could take it and claim a prize for himself, telling the authorities he slayed Lord Veranus.
Daimen shook his head,
“
No.. the prize belongs to my Liege Lady. I am her shield, not her supplanter.”
He pocketed the Ring, and made hus eay put of the temple and not too soon, as it began to collapse. The stones began to fall, and flames spread one of last vistages of civilization was stripped away. As it collapsed, Daimen descended the steps, and pulled his black hood over his head, in an act of homage to Darth Veranus and The Vanguard.