Rapax leaped back from camillas attack... it wouldnt have mattered either way...He was about to strike again when he noticed aurora pointing towards one of the piles ...more specifically a certain gem there... He dashed over to it and grabbed it and used it to block Camillas saber and sent a blast of force energy to shove her back....this was the gem in question ...now the other question was to crush it...or break the curse on it for its use...this gem can prove very beneficial..He looked around for any means to break the curse on it without destroying it...no doubt[member="Lord Mythos"] would find a greater use for this gem... [member="Iziz"]
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Regaining that which was lost ( Iziz and Xavka Duquo.)
Lord Commander
Power, Rage, Unlimited Fury... this was the only thing in Mythos' mind. This was what caused him to shrugg off what could have been a fatal Injury.
Mythos had never in his life Practiced Tutaminis before so when he went to grab the Pike that he carelessly smashed into and dropped to the floor, his hand suffered crippling damage. Not only was his wrist Snapped in various places but the Skin, tendons and muscle in his hand was largley seared off to the very bone leaving various finger bones also snapped.
Pain was turned into strength but the images brought to his mind from the Axe caused a jumble of emotions and feelings that Mythos could not control. Mythos was turned into a berserker.
A whirlwind of Power and Fury fed by Pain and Agony from a Useless hand Mythos whirled around roaring and brandishing his Axe in his only good hand. Mythos activated his Force Speed at a Minor Degree due to the Exhaustion caused by his earlier use of Force Lightning and dashed towards the Lion. "I will Wear your Fur as a Pelt!"
He was blinded by rage and Pain, the Roar that came from his mouth was unconsciously amplified by the force. Mythos thought of nothing more than to kill the Lion and hoist his carcass as a Trophy beside his already impressive collection of battlefield mementos. Before reaching the Lion Mythos Force Jumped and swing his Axe in the air before coming down with a Juyo rotation aimed to slice and Dice rather than to thrust and go for a quick kill.
Landing behind the Lion Mythos first executed a belly swipe looking to open the Lions' stomach, Spun on a dime and executed a Vertical swipe from in between the lions' legs to split him in half. His bad hand made him slower than usual, not able to grip the axe properly and his Good hand was not his main hand however Mythos would not let such petty things discourage him...This Victory was to be his greatest Kill in Korriban.
@Iziz @Darth Rapax
Mythos had never in his life Practiced Tutaminis before so when he went to grab the Pike that he carelessly smashed into and dropped to the floor, his hand suffered crippling damage. Not only was his wrist Snapped in various places but the Skin, tendons and muscle in his hand was largley seared off to the very bone leaving various finger bones also snapped.
Pain was turned into strength but the images brought to his mind from the Axe caused a jumble of emotions and feelings that Mythos could not control. Mythos was turned into a berserker.
A whirlwind of Power and Fury fed by Pain and Agony from a Useless hand Mythos whirled around roaring and brandishing his Axe in his only good hand. Mythos activated his Force Speed at a Minor Degree due to the Exhaustion caused by his earlier use of Force Lightning and dashed towards the Lion. "I will Wear your Fur as a Pelt!"
He was blinded by rage and Pain, the Roar that came from his mouth was unconsciously amplified by the force. Mythos thought of nothing more than to kill the Lion and hoist his carcass as a Trophy beside his already impressive collection of battlefield mementos. Before reaching the Lion Mythos Force Jumped and swing his Axe in the air before coming down with a Juyo rotation aimed to slice and Dice rather than to thrust and go for a quick kill.
Landing behind the Lion Mythos first executed a belly swipe looking to open the Lions' stomach, Spun on a dime and executed a Vertical swipe from in between the lions' legs to split him in half. His bad hand made him slower than usual, not able to grip the axe properly and his Good hand was not his main hand however Mythos would not let such petty things discourage him...This Victory was to be his greatest Kill in Korriban.
@Iziz @Darth Rapax
Iziz
Character
Aurora looked to the chaos that was unfolding around her, it seemed her companion and defender had gone mad with the power which flowed through him, she could feel the influences on his mind as well as his pride acting against him as she began to think that the real threat to the mission was not the attackers at all. With most of their assailants down, and Rapax running from Camillas attack, searching frantically for the gem among the pile, she angled a force pull to Camillas back to give him the stark few seconds he needed. Finding the gem laden amulet, encrusted with multi layered runes and pulsing with sith power was the best find they could have asked for, and when Camillas blade came searing through, cutting deep into and through the amulet, the results were almost instantaneous. An explosion of force like a grenade capable of breaking bones exploded from the jewelery point blanc to rapax and Camilla, burying Rapax into the mountain of treasure and sending Camilla flying across the room, broken ribs and arm, leaving her straining for breath, blood leaking from her mouth.
The pendant was cut in two, its magic gone, but not beyond the scope of repair.
But then Aurora realized the greater threat as her defender welled the force within his being to deliver an attack, now that the feeling of the gem-stone was gone, the fury of the two combatants continued, though the effect on the cathar was clouding his movements, now that it had faded he was distracted for a moment as Mythos almost launched his counter-attack.... attempting to stop the senseless murder of one of their own, Aurora Aimed created a connection between herself, Mythos, and the Axe in his hands, and focused ALL of her strength into draining the force power from both him and the item as quick as she could, enough force to cripple them, exhaust them, and pull the two of them to their senses as it seemed the fight was over...
Nathan, had lost his duel against Xavka, disarmed and reeling as he snapped to, their battle having ended not decisively, but well, minor wounds scattered between them from lethal exchanges.
Ky'leon came to his senses slowly, looking around the room as his growls became grimmacing grunts as he routed his mind and bought it back under his control. Looking at the dead and wounded around the room.
"To think his influence... so powerful... what kind of monsterous place is this...?" - Ky'leon
Aurora spoke in their minds...
"This trap was made to counter sith invasion, not Jedi... Jedi would have passed this test, while you all would have simply killed each other... foolish..." -Aurora.
Turning on her heel, the Diathim moved to take one of the wounded on her shoulder, picking up the unconsious human not far from her and moving back to the surface, knowing that the team was far too weak now to continue deeper into the cavern.
Nathan groaned... holding out a hand for Xavka, a smirk on his face as he would hope for a hand up of the ground.
"Sorry about that, hope I wasn't much of a problem..." -Nathan
[member="Darth Rapax"] [member="Xavka Duquo"] [member="Lord Mythos"]
The pendant was cut in two, its magic gone, but not beyond the scope of repair.
But then Aurora realized the greater threat as her defender welled the force within his being to deliver an attack, now that the feeling of the gem-stone was gone, the fury of the two combatants continued, though the effect on the cathar was clouding his movements, now that it had faded he was distracted for a moment as Mythos almost launched his counter-attack.... attempting to stop the senseless murder of one of their own, Aurora Aimed created a connection between herself, Mythos, and the Axe in his hands, and focused ALL of her strength into draining the force power from both him and the item as quick as she could, enough force to cripple them, exhaust them, and pull the two of them to their senses as it seemed the fight was over...
Nathan, had lost his duel against Xavka, disarmed and reeling as he snapped to, their battle having ended not decisively, but well, minor wounds scattered between them from lethal exchanges.
Ky'leon came to his senses slowly, looking around the room as his growls became grimmacing grunts as he routed his mind and bought it back under his control. Looking at the dead and wounded around the room.
"To think his influence... so powerful... what kind of monsterous place is this...?" - Ky'leon
Aurora spoke in their minds...
"This trap was made to counter sith invasion, not Jedi... Jedi would have passed this test, while you all would have simply killed each other... foolish..." -Aurora.
Turning on her heel, the Diathim moved to take one of the wounded on her shoulder, picking up the unconsious human not far from her and moving back to the surface, knowing that the team was far too weak now to continue deeper into the cavern.
Nathan groaned... holding out a hand for Xavka, a smirk on his face as he would hope for a hand up of the ground.
"Sorry about that, hope I wasn't much of a problem..." -Nathan
[member="Darth Rapax"] [member="Xavka Duquo"] [member="Lord Mythos"]
Rapax had a few broken bones in his arm where he held the jewel but he got him self out of the pile of treasure and saw Camilla....His first instinct was to end her life right now....however she was strong and useful ....He commed for a medic unit to come down and take her away to repair her injuries before death this was after naga did what he could to heal her injuries to make her more stable then a 5 minute life span.....as well as collect the treasures in this room ....the fortune in these treasures is immeasurable and he will use it well.. He handed the broken gem to one the soldiers to have it repaired as soon as possible....Now its time to continue on ....this was one of many trials to come before the blade can be reached.
[member="Iziz"] [member="Xavka Duquo"] [member="Lord Mythos"]
[member="Iziz"] [member="Xavka Duquo"] [member="Lord Mythos"]
Lord Commander
The Power of the Axe hungered for more blood even in the most silent nights, it's power was unlike any item however Aurora did the unthinkable in Mythos' eyes, she brought him back from the visions. Something broke the trance and Aurora broke their Assault and Mythos' expectations from anyone near his level. He underestimated every single person everywhere he went and slowly he was realizing this was a very bad idea, as he looked into the Eyes of his former enemy he realized that he himself was never under any spell...
A Fellow Warrior attacked him and he gave in to the desire of blood, something he would have never done before and that fact be it or be it not in the influence of a spell or a Nexus Mythos was above this, or at least he considered himself to be above the petty grievances of choice and morality, that his judgement would end up being a very simple call. He was wrong.
"I... " Mythos stopped mid sentence, his words not escaping his lips as the adrenaline escaped his body slowly. His hand was shattered, and the pain was slowly coming to grasp with Mythos that his hand would need medical assistance before soon.
He chuckled to stop the pain from becoming too intense and inhaled and exhaled in fast breathes. Mythos now controlled his energy into the Tutaminis technique for the second time in his life so far. The Pain was excruciating and his eyes bead on the chunk of red flesh and broken bone that was his had and the energies began to flow instinctively and slowly. His eyes opened like two bead of yellow honey as the glowing in the hand began, slowly enveloping his hand over time and numbing his pain slightly and in almost unnoticeable way to his mind.
Mythos sat beside a small mount of gold and brought his trusty Durasteel Canteen filled with Water from the Nabooian Lakes, his hand shook and trembled with the intensity of the Pain and as the water hit the scorched flesh Mythos bit his lip to hold the pain of the tact of water and flesh.
"You have an Amazing Throw" Mythos chuckle as his voice crackled away. Mythos was hit so hard the muscles of his right bicep were strained and he did not yet realize it and would not until he had to use his lightsaber again.
The Smell of burnish flesh was something he had grown used to but the smell of his own burnt flesh had a very different smell, a raw stench with a hint of ash and Sulfur, it was something Mythos did notice with his hand so close to his chest and still under a small pour of water. He was fading at the moment, fading in the time it took him to begin his bearings back to where they used to be and his mind back on the mission at hand... and what was the mission?
The Jungle of Jewels behind him brought the smile back to his face, "So What now?"
[member="Darth Rapax"] @Iziz
A Fellow Warrior attacked him and he gave in to the desire of blood, something he would have never done before and that fact be it or be it not in the influence of a spell or a Nexus Mythos was above this, or at least he considered himself to be above the petty grievances of choice and morality, that his judgement would end up being a very simple call. He was wrong.
"I... " Mythos stopped mid sentence, his words not escaping his lips as the adrenaline escaped his body slowly. His hand was shattered, and the pain was slowly coming to grasp with Mythos that his hand would need medical assistance before soon.
He chuckled to stop the pain from becoming too intense and inhaled and exhaled in fast breathes. Mythos now controlled his energy into the Tutaminis technique for the second time in his life so far. The Pain was excruciating and his eyes bead on the chunk of red flesh and broken bone that was his had and the energies began to flow instinctively and slowly. His eyes opened like two bead of yellow honey as the glowing in the hand began, slowly enveloping his hand over time and numbing his pain slightly and in almost unnoticeable way to his mind.
Mythos sat beside a small mount of gold and brought his trusty Durasteel Canteen filled with Water from the Nabooian Lakes, his hand shook and trembled with the intensity of the Pain and as the water hit the scorched flesh Mythos bit his lip to hold the pain of the tact of water and flesh.
"You have an Amazing Throw" Mythos chuckle as his voice crackled away. Mythos was hit so hard the muscles of his right bicep were strained and he did not yet realize it and would not until he had to use his lightsaber again.
The Smell of burnish flesh was something he had grown used to but the smell of his own burnt flesh had a very different smell, a raw stench with a hint of ash and Sulfur, it was something Mythos did notice with his hand so close to his chest and still under a small pour of water. He was fading at the moment, fading in the time it took him to begin his bearings back to where they used to be and his mind back on the mission at hand... and what was the mission?
The Jungle of Jewels behind him brought the smile back to his face, "So What now?"
[member="Darth Rapax"] @Iziz
Xevek Nekonis
From The Shadows
Xavka paused as the insanity seemed to fade from the eyes of his opponent, his furiousity lost as the whispers faded from both combatants' minds leaving Nathan clearheaded on the ground with the tip of Xavka blade forced onto his throat with a small trail of red running down the side of his neck from where the sword had punctured skin. Both men were covered in a variety of cuts, Nathan being worse off as a large gash had been carved into his leg.
Grunting, Xavka sheathed his sword before grasping Nathan's offered hand with his inly one, his cybernetic left arm being lost in the fight. Tugging the man to his feet, Xavka uttered a few quiet words to him before casting his eyes around the room and marching towards the one with the most serious injuries. "You fight well. An interesting style."
Witnessing Aurora gently pick up the wounded Caitlyn from where the severely wounded human lay on the ground, Xavka approached the broken form of the Zeltron of the group, approaching where Camilla lay in a battered heap at the base of a wall where she had been thrown when the pendent had been shattered. Blood seeped from the corners of her as her rattling breaths rang harshly within Xavka's highly sensitive ears.
Couching down besides the Zeltron beauty, Xavka heard Mythos speak to them from where he sat, the source of the acrid smell of burnt and withered that stung at the Zabrak's nose. Eye never leaving the female, Xavka spoke, his rough voice heard clearly through the now silent room, devoid of the sounds of combat that had once filled it.
"If we were so easily beaten by this, Mythos, then it would be wise to retreat and recover, let the wounded heal as much as we can. It would be foolish to press on." Twisting around after his examination of Camilla, Xavka spoke to the remaining Sith within the room. "All of you, please follow Aurora out, I shall follow soon. We must re-plan, after all. We came in here, charging forwards like a heard of Bantha, foolish. We need to reconsider our approach. The Lord Sadow was a great Sith, I doubt that blunt force will succeed over his traps, we must use our minds and cunning."
Uncaring as to whether or not the Sith would follow his orders, Xavka returned his attention to Camilla, his arm outstretched to place a hand on her sternum. Directing the Force to flow through him, purging it of its Darkness and Light so as to return it to its base neutral and primordial state, Xavka guided it down his arm and into the body of the Zeltron beneath his hand. Slowly running it through her body Xavka identified the most urgent injuries before setting to work.
Acting carefully, Xavka began to remove the rib that had been forced back into the lung to where it should be, mindful of not creating any more injuries with the sharpened edge of the cracked bone. As he did so, he weaved the Force through the lung, repairing every part of the organ that was left open as the bone was shifted. Finally, after ten minuets of careful work, during which sweat had broke out on his brow, Xavka had succeeded in removing the bone from the lung and had repaired the lung as much as he could. While the organ was not back to perfect, it was enough that the woman would survive to receive medical care.
His next step was to purge the lung of what little blood had built. While it was not enough to drown her at that moment, if left the risk would increase. Grasping the blood within a mental hold he slowly began to move it out of the lung, up through the trachea and past the larynx until, with a wet choke, he felt it drip down off of Camilla's chin onto his hand. Nodding slightly at this, he returned to his work, this time shifting the bones within her chest around so that they once again resembled a healthy ribcage then helping speed up the natural healing process by stimulating the bone's growth and helping knitting them back together.
Xavka knew that this was behaviour that was not Sith like, but it was ingrained within his instincts and mind that he was to act like that, learnt from his early life on Iridonia. If a member of a hunting party was wounded, they were to be patched up enough so that they could continue to live as letting a Zabrak die with you on a hunt was considered a sign of dishonour towards The People and the Gods.
[member="Lord Mythos"] | [member="Iziz"] | [member="Darth Rapax"]
OOC Note:
Sorry for my long absence from posting here, I couldn't find a good place to jump in.
Grunting, Xavka sheathed his sword before grasping Nathan's offered hand with his inly one, his cybernetic left arm being lost in the fight. Tugging the man to his feet, Xavka uttered a few quiet words to him before casting his eyes around the room and marching towards the one with the most serious injuries. "You fight well. An interesting style."
Witnessing Aurora gently pick up the wounded Caitlyn from where the severely wounded human lay on the ground, Xavka approached the broken form of the Zeltron of the group, approaching where Camilla lay in a battered heap at the base of a wall where she had been thrown when the pendent had been shattered. Blood seeped from the corners of her as her rattling breaths rang harshly within Xavka's highly sensitive ears.
Couching down besides the Zeltron beauty, Xavka heard Mythos speak to them from where he sat, the source of the acrid smell of burnt and withered that stung at the Zabrak's nose. Eye never leaving the female, Xavka spoke, his rough voice heard clearly through the now silent room, devoid of the sounds of combat that had once filled it.
"If we were so easily beaten by this, Mythos, then it would be wise to retreat and recover, let the wounded heal as much as we can. It would be foolish to press on." Twisting around after his examination of Camilla, Xavka spoke to the remaining Sith within the room. "All of you, please follow Aurora out, I shall follow soon. We must re-plan, after all. We came in here, charging forwards like a heard of Bantha, foolish. We need to reconsider our approach. The Lord Sadow was a great Sith, I doubt that blunt force will succeed over his traps, we must use our minds and cunning."
Uncaring as to whether or not the Sith would follow his orders, Xavka returned his attention to Camilla, his arm outstretched to place a hand on her sternum. Directing the Force to flow through him, purging it of its Darkness and Light so as to return it to its base neutral and primordial state, Xavka guided it down his arm and into the body of the Zeltron beneath his hand. Slowly running it through her body Xavka identified the most urgent injuries before setting to work.
Acting carefully, Xavka began to remove the rib that had been forced back into the lung to where it should be, mindful of not creating any more injuries with the sharpened edge of the cracked bone. As he did so, he weaved the Force through the lung, repairing every part of the organ that was left open as the bone was shifted. Finally, after ten minuets of careful work, during which sweat had broke out on his brow, Xavka had succeeded in removing the bone from the lung and had repaired the lung as much as he could. While the organ was not back to perfect, it was enough that the woman would survive to receive medical care.
His next step was to purge the lung of what little blood had built. While it was not enough to drown her at that moment, if left the risk would increase. Grasping the blood within a mental hold he slowly began to move it out of the lung, up through the trachea and past the larynx until, with a wet choke, he felt it drip down off of Camilla's chin onto his hand. Nodding slightly at this, he returned to his work, this time shifting the bones within her chest around so that they once again resembled a healthy ribcage then helping speed up the natural healing process by stimulating the bone's growth and helping knitting them back together.
Xavka knew that this was behaviour that was not Sith like, but it was ingrained within his instincts and mind that he was to act like that, learnt from his early life on Iridonia. If a member of a hunting party was wounded, they were to be patched up enough so that they could continue to live as letting a Zabrak die with you on a hunt was considered a sign of dishonour towards The People and the Gods.
[member="Lord Mythos"] | [member="Iziz"] | [member="Darth Rapax"]
OOC Note:
Sorry for my long absence from posting here, I couldn't find a good place to jump in.
Naga shook his head...turning back now when wev already made it this far would be foolish....the best course of action would be to carry on...he knew the wounded can stay behind and recover... but there are more trials ahead and turning back would mean nothing there was no strategy to prepare for this... So he spoke again mainly to [member="Xavka Duquo"] "It wont matter if we turn back and plan....the trials are random no strategy will prepare you for that....the best course given the tomb... would be to prepare all mental defenses that is all we can do... the injured can be returned to the surface to recover but the rest of us should move on."
[member="Lord Mythos"] [member="Iziz"]
[member="Lord Mythos"] [member="Iziz"]