NEPHILIM
…UNNATURAL
~the dream was now broken~
GEAR: In bio
TAG: Brutalis | Creuat | Kaleb Sunwalker | Veli'ae Ashai | Sinestra
~the dream was now broken~
GEAR: In bio
TAG: Brutalis | Creuat | Kaleb Sunwalker | Veli'ae Ashai | Sinestra
VORTEX
A quick peak to the land of the living indicates that some are close to solving the ever-tempting puzzle of the Dark Gods. The twi newcomer looks so intense to the device, his stare battling with the iron will of the Dark Side. Is that approach simply too raw, too uncontrolled to win the heart of the divine? No one would know, not until it’s all settled in dust.
Another one, a brute of a creature, unexpectedly connect with the device with such a grace. He too was coming close to solving the device, yet I sensed in the Force that the twi is far too ahead for the monster to catch up with.
As for Kaleb, Prowler, and my sweet, sweet Sinestra, they are the least of my concerns. Some confused, others walking the line of insanity, their will are simply too weak to solve the device. Not blessed enough by the Force perhaps. Regardless, seems like a skill issue.
I must not let them distract me.
I see the lights that glows out of the device, the Force that I sense, the scent of fear and terror that it emits. That Phobis Device is mine. MINE.
Delving back to the land of the dreamers, I assumed back control of the scared little acolyte. Eyes switched instantaneously from a stare of fear and sorrow, to a longing beam of delight. Even in the land of the Gods I conquered the spark of anguish that managed to latch in me of a parasecond.
And you dare to question the Vessel of God?
If this happened in the past, or the future, or currently, in a different plane of dimension, or even the same one, I would bet my right arm that the acolyte would fall in line for another decade, maybe even two. They are still too weak-willed, too confused to pull a betrayal of a lifetime, an ascension of a Lord.
Yet I am the Nephilim, the breaker of fate, the HARBINGER of CHANGE. When the Force is flowing in my vein I ransacked the web weaved by the New Gods and the Old Ones, curse on their names. There is only the Force, and the Dark Side as its final form.
TEGU NUN KASH.
TEGU NUN KASH.
TEGU NUN KASH.
TEGU NUN KASH.
TEGU NUN KASH.
…
We’re here.
ROUND 1: 8
ROUND 2: 3
ROUND 3: 13
ROUND 4: 9
ROUND 5: 17