Private Lightning and Fire

[Warmaster Nyâsh]

The procession was long and painful.

Long for the Warmaster stepping at its head, stepping through the Tomb with huge strides which seemed to make the stone crack beneath his armored boots. It had been plundered indeed, centuries of greed from archeologists, Sith artifact hunters and Rakata enthusiasts have left this place an empty tomb indeed. But feeling had settled into his guts that there is something, deep and buried and he would take this place apart to find it.

Painful for the company the Warmaster brought, dozens of slaves for possible sacrifice, Qorkissai to empower any possible ritual and feed upon plus some guards of the Marskha to keep everyone in place. Their whips pushed both the priests and slaves forward, sometimes into traps the Warmaster left behind, avoiding them. Did he avoid them or leave them there on purpose to torment those behind? It was anyones guess.

It was when they were deep into the vault when Nyash suddenly stopped his merciless advance. He stood and looked straight at a wall, a wall which was like any other in the Tomb so far, made of stone and absolutely identical to the hundred meters next to it. With two large steps he approached it and put his armored gauntlet on the wall, the fingers spread he stood there motionless for a moment before he would walk back again.

The Claimant of Fell would extend his arm again, the palm turned slightly upwards and the air started to crack. In shock some of the slaves tried to run as the stone wall started to glow in heat and moments later it would start to melt. The molten rock dripping down on the floor and spreading like the lava from a miniature vulcano. Once the stone was out of the way, a pitch-dark tunnel could be seen.

With a stare on it, the statue of a warrior remained where he was, only his head turned towards the Marskha who immediatly drove forward a group of slaves who were to enter the tunnel first. The horrors they would find their unspeakable. As the screams died down roughly three minutes later, the procession would continue, moving through the remnants of blood, bones and meat of the slaves which were sent in a moment earlier. One had actually reached the end of it, or rather, his hand had, touching the stone door to the hidden vault.

Lighting a flame from his hand, the Warmaster approached the door and looked at its carvings and ornaments, curious to find what may lay ahead.

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Warmaster Nyâsh

Forgotten tomb on belsavis inside an ancient rekatan prison.

As Nyâsh approached the ancient door the runes on it began to glow a blood red as the blood from the slaves flowed into it. "Here lies the remains of Darth acidia, mistress of calamity, headmistress of the dark council, sorceress of death and destruction arch alchemist of the Sith order all those who seek ruin and devastation prepare yourself for death ahead and speak her name to proceed" the ancient runes on the door spelled out.

When her name was spoken the door slid into the wall and before nyash stood a large room lowly lit but enough to see. The appeared to not be any obvious traps in this room but as those who walked in would soon see four panels slide into the ceiling and 4 terentetaks came out and began charging those who came inside. They attacked mercilessly and ate those they killed focusing more on force users than non force users.

 

[Warmaster Nyâsh]

The Warmaster looked at the attacking beasts with eagerness in his eyes, the mace coming up while the hand with the light spending flame in it rushed forward and send a ball followed by a short stream of fire towards one of them. Immediately moving the hand to his hip and drawing his blade.

The screams of the terentatek on fire were nearly unbearable, the twisted Force fire partly melting the skin, not enough to kill it but to send it into tremendous agony. While the other three looked at the most juicy target, the massive figure of pulsating Force energy of Nyâsh.

The Godsplitter in one hand and the gift of sharpness in the other, he met them frontally. Despite only being marginally smaller than them, it should have been beyond a mortals strength to delay their advance, let alone stop it. But he was no mere mortal and especially not a meagre human.

The first terentatek was hit with the massive warmace into the side of the skull, probably shattering every bone and turning the brain into a mash of organic material.
The second ones guts were cut open from one side of the belly to the other, the sword singing it's song as it was swung, and he stumbled back, humbled by his wounds but far from finished.
The third crashed then into the Warmaster with the sound of two tanks hitting each other, it roared and screamed as it opened its mouth and buried its teeth into the shoulder plate of Nyâsh. But with the beast slowly hooking it's teeth into the plates, the warrior sends his sword right through its abdomen, the bite not losing intensity as the creature at least wants to take its prey with it into the Nether. Then screams, more screams like what the first one offered, worse, louder so it seemed it would awake the creators of the universe from their eternal slumber. The Warmaster had gripped the first one with his bare gauntlet and the flesh slowly started to cook and melt as he kept the grip tight before pushing it back and finishing it with his warmace.

Meanwhile the second had decided to push for the weaker slaves and Marskha guards and after slaying some petty souls, it was slain by the combined blades of several of the red skinned Devils.

The one who suffered the first touch of flame, still weeping and whining in agony, now set to attack the Warmaster, but it also met it's fate with two swings of Nâzgâsh, one destroying a leg and leaving drops of magma on its torso, the second turning same torso into a mass of broken bones and scorched flesh.

With a groan of excitement Nyâsh removed his sword from the corpse of one of the fallen enemies and looked ahead into the chamber.

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Warmaster Nyâsh

Forgotten tomb on belsavis inside an ancient rekatan prison.

As the final blow was struck the long chamber rumbled for a few moments as doors opened on the far end. As they opened four ancient war droids walked into the hall with powered energy shields with four heavy blaster turrets strapped to each the unloaded a barrage of energy blasts towards Nyâsh and his entourage of slaves and troops. They formed a wall of metal as they fired. Unloading a large amount of energy throughout the room just then a large darkside surge filled the entire tomb and rakatan prison filled with rage and hate two of the droids broke off subject "prisoners restraints are weakening enact purge protocols" could be heard through a synthetic voice throughout the tomb.

 

[Warmaster Nyâsh]

The Warmaster honestly didn't expect that the beasts would be it. Ancient war droids though were an insult, not even alchemized ones. Their blasters were a minor inconvenience, just as their shields. The surge of Dark side energy from the prison was curious, but not surprising. Something held so tight, didn't want to be found and the Tomb would make sure it remained untouched.

His Marskha warriors sprinted to the sides to split the fire while the coloss of armour plates and chainmail rushed straight forward, his hammer in one hand and ready to use it with both as he sheathed the sword. He felt some hits of the blasters and shock them off, they not even pierced all layers of his armour.

His 'spring' ended in a short jump where his hammer came crushing down on the first droid. The shield popped like a bubble under the powers of the Godsplitter, spits and sparks of magma flying around. The droid was obliterated, so were the floor tiles. The weight and strength of the Draelvasier were far too much for this brittle vault.

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Warmaster Nyâsh

Aa the droids where Quickly destroyed worn down by age and finally dealt with by nyash and his force. The ancient tomb rumbled and the darkside flaired further inside the tomb as rage and pain could be felt further in dust fell from the ceiling and the ancient walls something wanted freed something that wanted revenge something that felt like it wanted to set the galaxy on fire and watch it burn.

An almost primal rage and hate that could send shivers up a krayt dragons spine and make it run away. There was electricity in the air those with hair on their arms would have them stand on end as another rumble came through the ancient tomb if this kept up the hole complex would crumble that would be obvious as cracks formed in the walls and ceiling.