Pain is a understatement. Mandos & Pubs vs One Sith [Temple of Pain]

[Mythos]

Location: Staring into the Eyes of Death
Objective: Destroy [member="Kezeroth the Beholder"]
Allies: Sephiroth [member="Lord Sebastian"]

OOC: Fi Fy Fo Fum, what Beanstalk you fall from?

Animus was upon the beast and slamming when an Energy blast he had never felt sent him reeling back into the position of Lord Sebastian who was with him. Mythos felt the Dark Side of the Force Strong in this being in such ways like a Dark Side Nexus, Darth Mythos had made a reputation of staring down things that were bigger than him with no fear. He had challenged the Blue Prophet but the Being of infinite Wisdom had seen through his shallow challenge and declined it calling it for what it was. This, was its Antithesis. Mythos was facing a Giant of war. He held his lightsaber firm and dressed in the Armor of the Sith Assassins he quickly conjured an Illusion in front of the beast.
The Illusion was Simple, it was an Illusion of Mythos Jumping at his face when really Mythos was Dashing without fear under the Illusion to slide and get Close to him.

Once Mythos was close enough to hear the hum of it's massive Lightclub he screamed with Primal fury and it came... The Force Shout. Strong and Pure. He would not relent, With the Force Shout he would dive in aiming at The beast's face with a massive Jumping thrust. An Ability Mythos could rarely control, this time, When facing the eyes of Death, it knew it had to.
While in his movements and after the Thrust Mythos would attempt a blast of Force Lightning from a safe distance after his thrust was executed.

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[Ellie Mors]

Location: South of the Temple of Pain
Allies: The Republic, [member="Corvus Raaf"]
Enemies: The One Sith, [member="Naga Itesak"], [member="Razor Shot"]
Objective: Let The Storms Begin
Gear: Plates of Scorn, Maw of Midnight, Offering Crystal (1)
Theme: Stardust by Gemini Syndrome

Spoiler

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nvsgYBDKpOs[/media]

Fear was no object, it was no container, no vessel, nor a vast source of weaponry to display against the Alua'an. Braith knew little that feared her, that bothered her, for the terror that was Disciple - as ancient as a Sith Lord as he was - had haunted her early childhood and reinforced such steeled emotional restraint and created the foundation for a relatively stoic goddess. Yet, more recently, another being entered the life of the purported deity, one whom was an entirely different sort from the Sith Lord that influenced her upbringing, and though she did not fear her because of power or might, Braith did fear for her. To see that woman killed, to watch her die, and then be brought back through the power of the dark side as a vessel of the very power that she fought against, it was one of the few fears which Braith harbored, all of which were revolving around similar fates involving [member="Corvus Raaf"]. So when the demon appeared, taking on Braith's greatest fears, an amalgam of events were triggered in her mind's eye, her sense of temporal perception being taken advantage of to the fullest. The mere materialization of the beast took on the form of fog, or perhaps smoke, sweeping across her vision, blurring it, only to clear and reveal a screaming Corvus whose words were silent and pained, a lightsaber pierced through the Jedi master's larynx, immediately dropping her to her knees. As if gifted by the source for this particular moment alone, solely to be pulled through this torture, the thud of the woman's knees striking the floor reverberated through the ground, through the air, pierced her ears, throbbed in her chest, and every last sound that followed through as she fell forwards, her face firmly colliding with the dirt to release a cloud of dust around her. The pain in the Alua'an's chest was tightening, her heart rate increasing drastically, and as she went to scream everything - everything - went wrong.

Like the fires of hell trying to leech through from the netherworld to the living, black wisps, vapors that appeared like the fluid flames of Tsaiwinokka Hoyakut, burned through the dirt like tendrils of hatred and malice. Had it been any other being, any other body, the Alua'an would have simply rid the planet of their corpse, but these tendrils did not seek any mundane corpse - they reached out for the prone form of Corvus Raaf, Grand Master of the Jedi Order, and with their touch they perverted the one thing she held dear. One possession, one weakness, exploited as though it had been the most simple thing in the world - like her emotions were a plaything for the source to just toss about. An arrow struck the collar of her armor, which had been designed to keep her safe from the decapitation tendencies that her enemies of yore once utilized, and would likely be practiced still, and splintered against the alchemized metal, releasing a spray of splinters up through the side of her helmet, scraping the side of her cheek and cutting lightly into her neck. Those perverse wisps of the dark side seeped into her beloved's body and lifted her corpse into the air, and like a zombie being raised from the dead what followed could only be described as horrifying. Each tendril permeated one limb of the dead Jedi's body and a sixth struck the center of her chest. Braith stood still, unable to grasp what was happening, stuck in a transition from denial to absolute horror, only to watch as her savoir was turned not only against her but ruined before her very eyes. The veins, arteries, and capillaries which once pushed blood through her living body now pulsated with a darkness that was visible and felt through the force itself. Her veins, swollen and black, amassed across the surface of her body, her skin becoming increasingly more pale in contrast to the darkening of her veins, but the great fear which ripped through her, the realization of her deepest fears, was witnessed with the opening of the demon's eyes. Corvus's eyes. The irises of such were yellowed, tainted by the dark side like those of any sith, and the sclera that would have been white were dark like charcoal, making her eyes appear much akin to the smoldering embers of a snuffed out flame. For a moment, even if it were only a brief moment, Braith stood stock still, transfixed by the apparition of the terrors that she harbored, while the apparently corrupted Corvus approached.

 

[Bolt]

Objective: Defend the Temple
Location: Temple of Pain
Allies: One Sith / [member="Naga Itesak"]
Enemies: [member="Braith"] / [member="Corvus Raaf"]
Gear: Thermoguard Bodyglove Demon Armor / Swords / Amphistaff / Tsaisi

Continuing his pull from all nearby sources, Zaiden felt his energies bolstering back to their natural peaks. He wasn't their yet, but it was rising. The fear and hatred of those he drained helped to keep a steady flux of power. However he was also draining those to weak to provide, and a few meaningless servants fell to the ground never to rise again.

Attempting to keep his attentions on the Smoke Demon, while performing his actions, he glanced back every so often. Once such time he was filled with anticipation as he witnessed the woman become stock still. Her eyes were wide, and she stared at the Demon with a look that registered shock.

It was doing its job.

Moving his gaze back to those around him, he missed the Demon - appearing as Corvus to Braith - lunge forward in an attempt to bash a massive fist into her head. At the same time its massive body moved close enough that its second ability may get into some action: if allowed to cover an enemies body, the Demon would obliterate all of its entirety.

 

[Darth Vaildra]

Location: Sith Temple, Gates
Objective: Flawed from the start
Enemy: [member="Kezeroth the Beholder"]
Ally: [member="Darth Mythos"], One Sith

Big, small, muscled, scrawny, they all were flesh and blood in the end. He was caught off guard as another Sith, a recent Knight entered the frey and managed to land a strike. Something the Knight tried that caught his attention was what appeared to be a crude Force Slam, a technique Sebastian had created.

He was so caught off guard by this that he had not seen the Mandalorian's Force Repulse coming and was sent into a wall behind him and cracking it. He fell to the ground, hurt, but he had wrapped himself in the Force the last second to shield himself. He slowly stood back up looking at his enemy and then fellow Sith with a burning rage.

"You have bitten off more than you can chew beast, and you Animus, do not use abilities you don't understand or you will hurt yourself. I do not know how you learned about Force Slam, but...." as he stood the Force began to surge around his arm in the form of wind creating a invisible vortex. He waited for the Beast to fill with rage. "This is Force Slam."

As the Beast rushed Sebastian he did the one thing the Beast had probably not seen before, he rushed back. He moved with speed surpassing the Beast's speed and closing the distance faster. The vortex on his arm kept speeding up, smashing together and repeating this to build more and more power to it making a large amount of condensed, rotating energy. Once the distance was closed and the Force shout was done he sent all the energy in one move into the chest armor with enough energy that if he was punching the ground he'd create a 5 meter home in the ground, but with the beast's rage rushing into the blast at full force... this would be very interesting.

 

[Darth Assimilus]

Location: Temple of Pain.
Allies: Republic and Mandos [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Corvus Raaf"] [member="Braith"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Darth Mudrac"]
Enemies: [member="Sage Bane"]
Engaging: [member="Lord Sebastian"] & [member="Darth Mythos"]
Objective: Pain?!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=af635D5_0Rs​

What hope was there when facing a raging monster? Remaining his speed and charge Kezeroth chuckled slightly as he muscled through the Force Shout. His eardrums were ringing and his balance was slightly off but that would no stop him what so ever. As [member="Darth Mythos"] lunged with his thrust the enraged Gen'dai pivoted preforming a spinning sweep with his Lightclub and power hammer parrying his blade to the side. Force Rage was a ability that rendered many darksiders a brute stuck in hatred, few were able to master the ability to perfection and render thoughts as they fought. Embodiment of the Darkside was not a title. It was true, within the years there was no other being who held such power and connection to the darkside.

Focusing on Mythos with his mind Kezeroth growled as he called the force to grip the boy and throw him at [member="Lord Sebastian"] in an attempt of distraction. Winds howling the giant side giant froze as a very sudden impact hit him through his chest, He froze in place for a second till finally he eyed the giant hole in his being. A chunk of his chest armor was gone, rendered useless in pieces. The pain was rather soothing with force rage but the pain of regrowing nerves was never something he loves specifically to this degree of wound. It was amazing how the Gen'dai healed from such godly attacks...But there was a slight issue, Kezeroths healing was slower than normal. The hole in his chest would usually pose no problem but today it did?

Pink blood erupted from the Giants mouth, a odd occurrence for near immortal beings. With no clue of what was happening to himself the Giant pressed on with a few steps, His eyes beholding the Sith in front of him. Glowing bright red a single whisper entered his mind.

" Do it, Embrace me!"

With a grunt of pain the Beast gave into temptation with no regard at all. Leaning forward spitting blood from his masked face Kezeroth focused on the two in front of him. Beholding the two with everything he had Kezeroths gaze was willed by his very being to be palpable. Deadly Sight. Such was the power of such a heavy ability that the giant had never put effort into growing and advancing. The invisible volatile darkside energy that would touch all in his gaze could not kill... It never could. The limited understanding Kezeroth held of Deadly Sight restricted its potential greatly, rendering only to bestow indescribable agony and pain as if lava touched the skin. Taxing..

- Focus maintain! Sith must die!- Kezeroth thought as he held the gaze on the two briefly till he became exhausted. His wounds paused with the healing process and it seemed the more he used the force the worse he got, and so he tumbled forward with a unsteady raised Lightclub.

 

[Darth Assimilus]

Location: Mile away from the Temple of Pain.
Allies: Mandos and Republic
Enemies: One Sith [member="Sage Bane"]
Objective: Observe the plotting unfold.

Battles raged on an on. [member="Kezeroth the Beholder"] seemed to be having a wonder time embracing his Rage. There was no doubt the old giant could take care of anything in his way. Looking at [member="Sifa Tirel"] and the Vong rush into battle Nulgath frowned, they had ignored his command and saved themselves unknowingly. Letting loose a burst of force lightning Nulgath chucked as a Sith acolyte attempted to end him where he stood. Toss the mans body against a tree Darth Mudrac's business was coming to an end on Fresia.

Glancing back and down a hill at the Temple and its many battle made Nulgath confident in his plans. " Soon the Temple will fall. The knowledge I seek from what knowledge I have taken will be known in full." He muttered aloud to himself as he scratched his chin. Staring down at the Jedi Grandmaster herself [member="Corvus Raaf"] fight the Sith, Nulgath found himself in awe as he noted her grace. [member="Taeli Raaf"] bared this grace as well like a swift wind they moved their skills and compiance made them.. Foolish assets.

"Heh." Nulgath chuckled slightly from the thought. The Puppet master always had the strings. Fresia in his mind was a string ready to be tossed away and as the battles continued the Knight kneeled by a tree in the distance beginning to read what knowledge he took from the Temple. His plans of the Netherworld depended on his knowledge gained from this book.

 

[Mythos]

Location: That giant Battle at The Gates
Objective: Bring down a Giant/Immortal/Gendai
Allies: Darth Malfoy [member="Lord Sebastian"]
Enemies: Astaroth from Soul Calibur [member="Kezeroth the Beholder"]

Animus felt confident that his strikers here true but then... The beast walked through the Force Shout as if it was not there.... Now Mythos understood the Gravity of his Enemy, this was no Mere Mandalorian or Gend'ai... This was a True Monster. He Gripped him with the Force and sent him back like he was nothing more than a rag doll and Mythos Smashed to the Ground. "I spend A lot of time with Darth Erebos Lord Sebastian." Animus said as he slowly got up from being slammed "Do you pay no heed to the Legend you carry ?" . Luckily he did catch a glimpse of what a true Force Slam could do, he noticed it took time and needed to charge the Darkside of the Force... this was not the time to practice it however. [member="Lord Sebastian"] was that Master everyone wanted to train with, but seldom got the chance, his abilities and powers were the talk of late time chatter in the Acadey of Glee Anselm, greatly exaggerated, it was said he could teleport, Make himself invisible, conjure fire and wind like an Elemental, it was even said he was the Dark Lord of the Sith who took the form of Lord Sabastian to walk about unnoticed through the One Sith and not clamour attention, Same was also said about Ferus. It was the stuff of rumor, not fact, yet to Mythos it was an Honor, to fight beside him


Mythos Went to his Juyo Stance when he was thrown back to where he was out of range of the Giant's Ability. .. He still felt it however, being far away minimized the Pain and agony Deadly sight inflicted but Mytho's lack of Knowledge of his ability cause him to trash and duck away in desperation.
Latching on to his lightsaber he fused his energy into the blade and focused his Darkside energy on the blade itself. The Blade began to grow steadily, being fed by the intense pain of deadly sight, the most excruciating pain Mythos had ever felt at this point in his life, however, being burned alive, soaked in Terentatek Poison, Having his Jawbone dislocated and broken in two separate occasions, plus the innumerable injuries he had suffered gave him that little inch he needed to make this Ability work through the pain. Bladestorm.
The Blue Arc of Energy was insane and it shook the wave of air inside the battle Zone, Sebastian Moved like the Wind, Mythos found it near impossible to keep up with his movements, one second he was here, the other he was in a different angle making a different move.

The Ranged Attack Arced in the direction of the Gendai with the Massive force of a Knight who knows the Ability. It was not Mytho's Skill in this Ability that made it at the level it was, it was the Immense Pain and Agony caused by the Giant's Ability that fueled it with even more energy. It was if his very skin was disintegrating Atom by Atom, if asked to describe it, Mythos would say it was. "Being Ripped apart, Molecule by Molecule, with Acid"

Little did he know, the only reason the Ability did not kill him, was because he was far away from the beast.

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[Darth Vaildra]

Location: Temple Gates
Objective: it is a privilege and an honor
Enemy: [member="Kezeroth the Beholder"]
Ally: [member="Darth Mythos"] you give me too much credit lol

http://youtu.be/fLI3fSgccZU

Lord Sebastian had heard many of the rumers. He had even been asked if he was the Dark Lord. A foolish question really. To those new to the Force Lords and ladies probably appeared like God's, but there were many stronger and deadlier than Sebastian, he just knew what he could and could not do and never swayed from it.

Back to more pressing matters, he had ripped a hole in the Beast and had seen something he had only read about; a Gen'dai. What a beautiful sight to see, he'd marvel and unravel the secrets if his life wasn't in danger. The healing was slow, signs of age, clearly this was then end.

He saw the Sith Knight coming with an attack and then Sebastian's body was filled with Deadly Sight, but pain was not the outcome, not for this Parkside. It fueled him, for a moment their hate and anger was one. But this too shall pass. He harnessed the Dark Side of the Force to his fullest extent converting it into Fire. His arm was in the home in the Gen'Dai and began to convert the blood cells in the body into Fire surging throwing the system like a quick moving poison. The skin would begin to glow with a maze work of fire as all the blood was converted into Fire.

Lord Sebastian moved away at such speeds he vanished and reappeared breathing heavily as the fire took hold making the body glow in a brilliant and beautiful light until it erupted and the Bladestorm severed and finished everything left of the beast. A monster, breed by the Dark Side and blood perishing by fire. A fitting end for a Master of Hate.

OOC: kill is PM'd approved...sadly.

 

[Mythos]

Location: Temple Gates
Objective: Gain a lesson
Allies: [member="Lord Sebastian"] XD i give just enough
Objective: Create this Legend

Animus slowly shut off his lightsaber to behold the ships of Fire that the Behemoth had become. Walking past Lord Sebastian he could not help but notice that he did see Lord Sebastian teleport. Well... it wasn't exactly teleporting... it was more of an Instant movement from one place to another and it looked like it taxed him quite a bit. He walked before The Remains of the Behemoth slowly and carefully, half expecting the molecules to re-attach themselves and form the behemoth again. His body ached but he kneeled down to retrieve what caught his eye. The Lightclub. Heavier that he could possibly Imagine the Weapon was all that was left, the other weapon was too huge for Animus to pick up, this weapon would hang in his Ship as a Testament to a Story No one will ever believe.

Walking back with the Lightclub as his trophy in hand he nodded to [member="Lord Sebastian"] before Taking a Knee before him. He was a Knight Sure, but Lord Sabastian was beyond that, his skills were beyond what Mythos could explain, and the Sin of Pride found no greater Pride than to serve the One Sith and for that he needed to Remain and become stronger. "Lord Sebastian... it has been an Honor to fight by your side... I beg your teachings..." He rose up to look into the eyes of The Legendary Master. "If i am worthy like my Friend T'zanith i beg you to teach me and make me stronger than i am" His head was in the floor. He knew that with Sebastian's help he could Master the Force Slam and so much more, he was willing to learn... but he knew how this Master taught his students.... even a single lesson could mean death. He Smiled as he thought... His Master would like that.

 

[Darth Assimilus]

Location: No longer matters
Tags: [member="Corvus Raaf"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Sage Bane"] [member="Darth Mudrac"] [member="Azreal "][member="Vilaz Munin"]. [member="Lord Sebastian"] [member="Darth Mythos"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RxabLA7UQ9k​

Sensory Acuity boomed throughout Kezeroths body, his perception of time was finally reguarded in his eyes as a true curse. Tired, exhasted and rage falling to the side Kezeroth was at a all time loss. Blow by blow his body took in full. Time was slow as his own very bodily fluids were heated, converted into fire before his very eyes. Letting loose a powerful force scream Kezeroths anger remained strong in his final moments. He held no words and soon his screams cease as he embraced the flames that covered his being. The fiery energy surged through the Gen'dais body, his skin drying up rapidly and burning.

For a moment the giant held hope of living but when the wave of energy known as bladestorm was released his hope was crushed. Death was soon to be him and so looking once last time at the battlefield Kezeroth nodded as he enjoyed his 2509 years that he could call life. Within that time frame he had done many great things but specificly he focused on those he befriended.

[member="Keira Ticon"], his old apprentice. How he secertly missed her snarky comments. His admiration for the girl was great and hidden. The Giant viewed her as a daughter in many ways. [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"], A true Jedi at heart going as far to help a Old corrupted monster, strong was connect between them. The Twi'lek was a reminder than not everything was dark in the world. [member="Aedan Miles"] & Vilaz Munin, Vod and brother in combat there when the times were roughest, Kezeroth would of gladly of repeated going to hell and back with them.

The memory of friends would never die it was too strong, the list was endless. [member="Taeli Raaf"], [member="Solan Charr"]... forever engraved on Kezeroths spirit. Suddenly taken back to reality of Death Kezeroth looked up at the sky releasing all he was during the Impact of the Blade storm energy wave. In a flash the Monster was no more. Darkside energy exploded about into the sky and into the dirt as if The Giant was no satisfied with simply dying. One last Repulse shook the area knocking people over and scattering the Gen'dais belonging about all over. The raw darkside presence forever silenced into the Netherworld of the Force.

The End of the Embodiment of the Darkside had finally come.

 

[Khallesh]

Location: Temple Gates
Objective: Murdinate
Allies: The One Sith, [member="Sifa Tirel"]
Enemies: Mandalorians & Republic
Equipment: The usual vong toys

" You two! Wait!"

Khallesh heard the cry behind her, but by this point her focus was on the enemies ahead*. She would have liked a horde of Chazrach at this point. Getting to truly test yourself against an opponent involved getting close. You needed to see your enemy, look into their eyes and find out who was made of sterner stuff. A horde of Chazrach or Thralls could be used to overwhelm the opposition and allow Warriors to get in amongst them. Even with her Vonduun Skerr Kyrric, she was aware that charging a line of enemy repeaters was certain death and she had no Cloak of Nuun to cover her approach.

“Well Sifa Tirel, it seems we have uninvited guests to remove,” she said quietly as she pulled a blast bug free from her armour. She would take a tentative strategy at first, she decided. Harangue the enemy whilst they advanced. Perhaps the infernal machines the Sith had guarding the walls would repel them. If they did not the winding tunnels within the temple itself would be a more advantageous battlefield for Khallesh.

Taking cover behind masonry, her keen eyes spied a group of republic soldiers providing covering fire. Her arm snapped out, sending the blast bug on a high arc. It descended with terrifying speed, landing behind the group and incinerating them in a flash. Cover was of little use, when you had an intelligent weapon that could follow a path around it.

“I do hope there are Jeedai out there who will meet us in battle!” Khallesh shared her private desire with the pale woman by shouting over the din of battle.



*Sorry too busy this weekend so didn’t get a chance to reply promptly!

 

[Sifa Tirel]

Location: Temple Center
Objective: Learn!
Allies: The One Sith, [member="Khallesh"]
Enemies: Mandalorians & Republic
Equipment: Lightsaber

She moved with the Yuuzhan Vong. Her lightsaber blazed into life just as the Thud Bug tore apart the Republic soldiers. She winced slightly as the concussive force rolled over, breaking against her skin and shaking her insides thoroughly. Her ears rang from the explosion, though her senses in the force quickly turned her head towards a charging band of more Soldiers.

A hiss escaped her lips as one raised his blaster rifle and shot at her. The bolt bounced against her searing blue blade and back towards the man, striking him in the leg.

He fell almost comically, rolling against the ground and causing the man behind him to stumble over him. Sifa's free hand grasped towards the air, the force surging around the falling man and pulling back up. In a single sweep the man went flailing and flying into his comrades. They all crashed into the ground, smashing against one another just as Sifa released her lightsaber.

The blade swung around itself, twirling and blurring as it cut into a section of heavy rock. The temple was cut into thin strips as Sifa's lightsaber sliced through thick rock. The temple shards slid down, crushing the fallen men and breaking bones. "They will come."

Sifa said as her lightsaber smacked back into her palm.

 

[Khallesh]

[SIZE=12pt]Location: Temple [/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Objective: PvE and char dev until something interesting turns up[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Allies: The One Sith, [member="Sifa Tirel"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Enemies: Mandalorians & Republic[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Equipment: The usual vong toys[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Khallesh saw the stream of blaster fire, lancing towards their position. They must have set up a repeater a few hundred metres back to cover the advance. The devastating weapon kicked up a plume of debris as it tracked a path towards them. Such weapons could devastate buildings and cut infantry she knew. She was too slow diving for cover. Hot pain blossomed out from her shoulder and the impact imparted a spin that sent her tumbling. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She reoriented herself quickly, using her feet to push herself back into a solid lump of masonry. Dashell Val, one of the other Yuuzhan Vong was not so lucky. Caught in the open the string of bolts took him from his feet. For a moment he carried on crawling, but a stream of merciless fire carried on until his armour was tatters and his life ripped from him. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]To so callously continue firing at a downed enemy from a great distance, to deny a warrior the opportunity to die in true combat, it made her blood boil. Autonomous defenders of the temple were returning fire now, and the attacking fire abated. She took a moment to check her wound rather than find a new position. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]The skerr kyrric had taken the brunt of the blow, but both skin and flesh on the shoulder had been burned. It was cauterised, and barely bleeding, so she simply applied some healing salve to the area. She’d shrugged off far, far worse. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Seeing her ally toss the soldiers just a doll made her briefly consider the Force. She was uneasy about its use, as most of her kind still was. It had a contradictory place in Yuuzhan Vong culture now. Many Shamed Ones and Extolled still believed it could be their salvation. There were even some known Yuuzhan Vong who used it themselves. The Jeedai’s place in their culture was more certain. She’d been brought up on tales surrounding the legendary warriors who had defeated the first invasion. There was no greater honour for a warrior than dying in battle with a worthy Jeedai. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Khallesh closed her eyes and focussed on her other senses. Even in the battle, her exceptionally keen hearing picked out the sound of clanking soldiers advancing down to the left towards them. They were shouting in a language that seemed to have altogether too many apostrophes. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“Mandolorians, flanking,” she called to the pale human girl. [/SIZE]

 

[Ellie Mors]

Location: South of the Temple of Pain
Allies: The Republic, [member="Corvus Raaf"]
Enemies: The One Sith, [member="Naga Itesak"], [member="Razor Shot"]
Objective: Let the Adrenaline Flow
Gear: Plates of Scorn, Maw of Midnight, Offering Crystal (1)
Theme: Adrenalize by In This Moment

Spoiler

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n3FLpc-5yvM[/media]

The crushing weight of fear within her was beaten into her chest, echoed through her ears, and throbbed through every fiber of her being. Though she breathed carbon, a rich element in the atmosphere around her, she felt deprived of a proper air supply in the wake of what she had just witnessed. The corrupted Corvus stepped towards her at a deliberate pace, one that just dripped of hate and primal rage, the desire to kill. But after several moments passing, while the demon that wore her lover's face stepped ever closer, a feeling clicked in the back of the Alua'an's head. It wasn't fear, it wasn't anything so trivial as that, but rather it was the temper that had flared once before, the rage that had ended not only a civilization but an entire planet - the anger that had smite the planet of Pax Insul of one of its greatest 'heroes' and created a weather cell that had eventually ripped all sentient life from the planet. All that remained on that planet were a sparse population of birds, insects, and fish, along with a variety of small crystals that housed the souls and life force of all the sacrifices given to her - live. Her anger was not directed at Corvus, no, but rather that her body had been touched by this disgusting, vile, disease that these mortals called the 'dark side'. It reminded her of what they called her brother, the absolute night, the darkness that had bent only to appease her requests in her planet's dead mythology. Braith the destroyer, and her brother was the darkness that followed she - the night. And right now there was no love between proverbial siblings, only hate.

She raised her spear, both blades which would have been sufficient to vanquish any living or undead variant of Corvus, but she didn't seek to rip apart her soul from her body, to add it to the hundreds upon thousands that had been siphoned into her Maw of Midnight - no. The air around her, the very atmosphere that covered the twenty or so meters in diameter around her, began to cool at a frightening pace, the ground covered in frost and ice almost within moments. Her gaze, hidden by the visor that covered her face and much of her head, was steeled and firm, fraught with rage. The molecules of moisture, humidity in the air, water in the blades of grass, water that flowed within the soil beneath her feet, it all quickly froze as the temperature plummeted below zero. And then Braith stepped forwards. Her heart was still between her ears, but rather than the frail beating of a snare drum that spelled her doom it rang out like the horrific beating of a war drum, the bass-like booming that could have crumbled mountains wrought of beskar. Arm pulled back, gaze set straight, and aim true, Braith let out the most silent of sighs, shut her eyes, and trusted in the primordial power that flowed within all living things - be it named the source, the force, or any number of things, it didn't matter. The force guided her aim, and she thrust her spear forwards, lightning escaping from her finger tips as she released the shaft from her grasp. The electricity ran along the end of the spear and illuminated the ground as it soared through the air to strike the demon directly in the chest. There was no cry, no screams of pain or agony, only the sight of her spear passing through the smoke demon, draining the stamina and power from the demon while the electricity discharged and destroyed the demon from within.

Where her spear went, the weapon that was hidden from discovery by the force, the purported goddess did not care - her only goal was to destroy everything that had to do with what had brought such pain upon her, that had killed the Jedi and perverted her body. There would be blood, and unfortunately for these cretins, there was a massive lake filled of it for theirs to be drained within.

She would see to it.

 

[Darth Assimilus]

Location: Temple of Pain
Enemies: [member="Darth Mythos"] [member="Sage Bane"] [member="Khallesh"] [member="Sifa Tirel"] [member="Lord Sebastian"]
Allies: [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Braith"] [member="Corvus Raaf"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] @Azreal
Objective: Finish what was started.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oM-XJD4J36U​

He was the Eye of the storm. His studies never truly ended especially when he was on the verge of discovering new histories. The Book in his hands told the story of a Sith Lord who had been trapped in the Netherworld for years. The description of this Sith was brief and vague but no less effective lead for Darth Mudrac to follow up on. Following the Texts with his finger and eyes Nulgath whispered the name of the man the old pages described.

" Balthazar?" the name entered his mind and grew in curiosity the more thought put behind it. Then and there it was done and settled. The journey would not stop on Fresia. Any man who was willing to start wars and toss allies aside for power was not someone to be messed with. Nulgath would go as far as killing his own friends for personal gain but only if needed. There was few he trusted and...

*Boom* Nulgath flinched as he watched Darkside energy warp the area in a explosion. The knight looked around in confusion as the darkside disappeared into nothing and the sense of raw darkside power faded into oblivion. Nulgaths thoughts were counter acting the truth from impacting his mind, for a whole minute he sat there frozen in thought. It was not till his gaze fell on the scattered broken armor pieces on the battle field that he finally stood to his feet.

" Kezeroth? No. There is no way.." he muttered as doubt clouded him more. He could feel the Giant no more? The Knights mind sent out a single message desperate to hear a answer.
<< " Whats your status? Kez?! Are you there!" >> the mental message bounced about in Nulgaths mind as if he was talking to himself. Kezeroth was dead. Gritting his teeth Darth Mudrac quickly closed the book he held and stashed it in his robes. The Darkside stirred as Mudrac looked at the battlefield below, He would avenge this brothers death for now one knew the how strong the bond between Giant and man truly was.

 

[Azrael]

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Cooperation was a two-way street. The Mandalorians had been approached time and again, requested by the Republic in aide against the Dar'Jetti. Thus far no alliance would form, as the Republic remained in the sights of the Mando'ade as a disorganized and falling infrastructure. However, while the Republic was not on their radar for alliance, the Jedi had found favor in the Mando'ade - and especially in the eyes of the half-blood salvager who had not only talked with the Jedi, but trained with them. If there was to be aide, it was going to be both give and take - and the Mandalorians that felt the cause worthy would ride with them into the fray. This particular raid had been something Azrael was unsure about, until he heard report from one of the commanders in the field that the Sith had taken the life of one of his vod. The time for decisions had passed, and the time to avenge the fallen had come. The Iron Hand would ride and show the Dar'Jetti that pain was something they did not yet know.

Preamble


Screaming across Fresia in company, four roaring Basilisk Assault droids ripped over the landscape propelled by heavy rocket engines. At the tail end, behind the lead patrol, Azrael gripped the controls, and powered up the missile launchers while the group gained ground. His fellow riders, members of his elite strike squadron; MASS flew in expert formation while gaining ground to the infamous temple of pain. This was not simply their own fight, as the Republic had been battered by the force of the ever relentless One Sith, and this was just one of the many battles the exhausted support structure of the Republic was having to endure. There had yet to be light seen at the end of this great and expanding region of Sith Territory. Azrael had understood long ago that facing the Sith without the proper numbers was a battle that not even the Mandalorians had seen victory in. There were only a few ways that the Sith at this point would fall and crack apart - but unfortunately the cost for doing that was something he didn't believe the Galaxy could ever come back from. What the salvager did know is that today was not the end to a great campaign, but it was a token of vengeance that would be dealt blow by blow to those who had been responsible for killing his brother.

Looming large in the distance, a massive gate over a dozen meters tall stood in defiance to the armada that had been assembled to breach. Ground fighting here was pointless, and everyone involved knew that this was entirely useless unless those doors were opened, and the strike team was allowed full access into the temple proper. Thus far the resistance outside was capable of keeping in check the raiding party - but Azrael was not satisfied with that turn of events. Kezeroth would not have fought in vain when the plain to breach was close at hand. The attack pattern came swiftly like the sound of thunder as the flanking droids let loose their shockwave rods, blazing burning yellow beams to rip across the ground and raise up to tear through rock and stone in earnest. This however was just a weakening tactic as both front runners leveled into a top and bottom tactic, letting loose four concussive missiles that tore through the sky and came to make purchase at the keystone atop the mighty gate's entrance. Their source from inside had planned the sabotage enough to lower the generator shields and allow the weapons to make birth and rip apart the key support structure in the admirable architecture. (Approved by Sage Bane)

A violent explosion of stone turning to rubble, blasting apart the archway in a cacophonous roar lit up the night sky, causing even more structural instability into the twin doors that massively groaned from such a forceful hit. With the keystone dissolved in the blast, the entire system hinged off kilter, and those mighty parcels of carved design no longer had their resting points in solid and firm resolve. Each began to pull from sheer weight alone into an angle until they slid into gravity's embrace and parted in a 'V' shape at the top, while crossing at the bottom. In the same instance, all four war droids cut their forward momentum and dropped line stones onto the battlefield. Azrael lifted off the droid itself turning it into the autonomous wrecking machine that it was before lifting in the air with the jetpack and flying straight and true through the opening to gain entrance and find his prey - to settle a score. He didn't need to specifically take out the one who caused the fall of Kezeroth, any Dar'Jetti would do in this instance. A simple commlink communication sent back to the Raaf sisters though indicating the advancement of this plot.

:: Master Jedi, allow me to get those doors for you. ::


[member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"]

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Outside the Temple
Allies: Mandos and Sith
Enemies: OS, [member=Lord Sebastian], [member=Darth Mythos] (OOC: Care to fight?)
Gear: First page
Objective: Avenge

All too easy. The brave and courageous parasites of the Dark Lord that patrolled and fought his battle didn't have the wits nor the strength to match the skills of Vilaz. He wasn't content with the opponents he had just recently faced and was quite disappointed in the Sith as there was no one that could contend with him and endure for minutes. Surely, there had to be a Warrior or Warriors acting as sentinels to guard this Temple that was an important site to every Sith, according to the information disclosed to him and others that were chosen for this task. While he slaughter adversaries that were nothing but a leech to the Mandalorians, the Jedi, and the Republic there had to be some formidable Warrior that didn't had the mind of an Acolyte, but the mind of a Veteran who had witnessed and experienced the wraths of War.

Suddenly a violent repulsed shook the land and caused the Warrior to fall down with his balance broken. He looked to all directions finding the source that caused this great magnitude of force that not only left Vilaz on the earth, but to many others of both groups. Still he was curious and that curiosity led him to pieces of the Mandalorian Titan, Kezeroth, as it was meters away from the Rally Master. No worries, he would regenerate back as it was instilled in his DNA for being an indestructible Gen'dai. However, that wasn't the case, sadly. He was receiving reports that the mighty Dark Jedi Mandalorian had been recently obliviated. The news were registered and when the Redneck did he found it impossible to believe that Kezeroth had fallen thanks to the Sith. All he could think and do was to take and slaughter the lives of these Sith to pay and balance the life of Kezeroth. Not just legions of Sith would balance the life of his vod, but the idea and the existence of the Sith that was wished to be extinct.

One of his hands retrieved cartridges from his utility belt and reloaded his dual WESTAR pistols. His scattergun was still untouched until he'd come upon a Sith, a Vong, or a soldier that had potential and could outlast in close quarters. After he reloaded his pistols it was now time to avenge Kezeroth. Truthfully, he didn't know who of the One Sith managed to kill Mr. Malice, but if there was one thing that Vilaz was determined of it was to find the lucky person or people who'd brag of this milestone. His eyes found a pile of muscles and liters of blood together assuming this was Kezeroth's last stand against the opponent he faced. Perhaps he finally found that Warrior that can endure, and maybe defeat Vilaz since he or she accomplished on killing what was thought the impossible. He made his way towards the "corpse" of Kezeroth and continued firing projectiles of burning energy to anything related to the One Sith still knowing that he was on a battlefield.

A battlefield where it was the resting place of Kezeroth the Beholder.

 

[Sifa Tirel]

Location: Temple Center
Objective: Learn!
Allies: The One Sith, [member="Khallesh"]
Enemies: Mandalorians & Republic
Equipment: Lightsaber

She had never liked Mandalorians.

Even as a Jedi she had found them...uncouth. Many had forgotten what they had done, many had forgotten that the Mandalorians had been on par, if not worse, than the Sith at one point. They had committed countless atrocities, brutal murders, and dozens of killings on a daily basis simply because that was their culture. They were barbaric, broken to a point where a civilization like theirs should not have been space faring, but driven into dirt huts.

Perhaps that was harsh, but Sifa remembered what they had done. She remembered when they had threatened Coruscant, when the Jedi Order had to wave them off, when they had threatened war. It was a bitter hurt that clung to her, one that had come to life only a short few months later when the Republic had been crushed by the One Sith.

Her hand tightened around her lightsaber, and suddenly she became a blur.

Mandalorian armor was tight, almost foolproof, except against certain small things.

Sifa dashed towards the group of Mandalorians, her lightsaber suddenly winking out of existence. The long-handled hilt suddenly flipped in her palm, and then she crashed into the first Mandalorian. Her fingers extended, and suddenly the lightsaber swept up and into the mans side. A bright flash of light came from one end, and electricity surged through the mans armor and body.

He collapsed on the floor.

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Location: Wandering around, talking in the scenery, getting into the groove
Allies: Her trusted compass
Enemies: Those who would oppose [member="Braith"]
Objective: Looking to dance…Corvus loves to boogie

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lkZQXhEMC08

She continued to walk alone, aware that near her there were those that were opposed, fighting breaking out sporadically.
But she was focused. She’d sensed Brathia and needed to find her. Why? She didn’t rightly know, but when the Force spoke, Corvus listened.

She fished at her neck, there were two chains there. The first was the wrong one as she pulled out Fate’s Embrace. She stared at it momentarily. Its beauty was why she looked at it for longer than a split second. Its giver was the reason she loved it and its practical use was why, she suspected, she was given it. It epitomised her. It was a pendant shaped like a dragon – holding its own tail in its mouth.

Many cultures shared this image – it was iconic in many mythologies. Its meaning to Corvus – a scholar – was poignant. It symbolised the eternal return. The duality of existence – how opposite and contrary forces are complementary. That something cannot be extinguished, it will always renew. The Force? Perhaps. Love? She hoped so.

But that was not what she was looking for. So she placed it back inside her robes and pulled out the other chain. This one had an amulet attached. They referred to it as the The 'Broken Compass.' The other half of the ‘they’ was currently, Corvus looked at the face, north north-west. To anyone else it was a compass with a broken pointer. To the Jedi Grand Master it was always indicating a single thing – Braith's location.

The jewel that was inlaid within the pendant was glowing bright blue. Which meant she was within a hundred metres. So she broke into a jog as she headed towards it. And in the same direction she saw a fog, an unnatural abomination, she simply sensed was the work of the Dark-side of the Force. You didn’t have to be on the battlefield, fighting the Sith to arrive at that conclusion.

As she ran she removed her katana from its scabbard. But Dawnbringer was no ordinary sword. It was a symbol for one thing. The Grand Master was in some ways the figurehead of the Republic Jedi and many saw the power of the Light waning of late. The sword was undoubtedly a beacon in an otherwise dark galaxy.

The blade was infused with the Light. As she moved, she drew the Force to her and as she focused the Light to her hand, it coalesced into ethereal white wisps around her clenched fingers before entering the blade. Its aura grew more and more powerful. It would be almost overpowering in close proximity.

But that was not her aim. She did not intend to use it as a weapon in a conventional manner. Yes, it can store the Force and then direct it like a short ranged beam attack – but that was not what she wished to do. Rather she allowed the blade to glow. Not a pure electromagnetic rendition of visible light, so it would have no damaging effect on Brathia – but rather the searing light of the Force.

She saw four figures initially – three opposing Brathia. The Jedi’s intent was to distract – no more. To sew a seed of doubt into them. She called herself a candle in the dark – but now she was a veritable lighthouse – visible to all in sundry.

And then she felt it. The power was palpable. Not Light, not Dark but the Force. And she recognised it. And then it came. The extreme cold could be felt from this distance and Corvus slowed. When the lightning came, Corvus stopped altogether, still some fifty metres away.

And the dynamics changed. Suddenly it was the three that Corvus sensed were on the receiving end of the potential beating. The Jedi wondered if she should be here? Would she be a hindrance to Braith? She was, as ever, conflicted. The blade was now held aloft, its Force Light spilling out in all directions, partially negating the natural power of the Dark-side that emanated from this place.

So she stood, like some statue, awaiting the Force to tell her what to do next. For at the moment it was silent…and she hated it when it did that.

[member="Razor Shot"] | [member="Naga Itesak"]

 

[Rapax]

Location: some where in the trees near the battle zone
Allies: [member="Razor Shot"]
Enemies: [member="Corvus Raaf"] [member="Braith"]
Objective: Time to leave...

Naga felt the new presence approach ....the power of it was enough to say that the time to leave has come it was too much to fight both powerful presences despite the aid of one master..... Naga put away his bow and changed into a faster form and quickly made his way back to the temple it self. There was no shame in leaving when the odds are stacked against you...especially like this..better chance to live when near more reinforcements then out alone like this.....