Sith Me All Night Long | TSE Dominion of Orinackra

[Kaalia Pavanos]

The Pavanos couple did not take long to run into Vaylin and Jorryn, as the latter duo had also looked to group up following the events that had begun to unfold. Vaylin was quick to ask Kaalia what happened and as she had seen it with her own eyes, the redhead luckily knew enough to give an answer.

"The detention center indeed housed spirits. A being stuck between life and death has been gathering his strength and he has struck the stadium." The threat was going to have to be dealt with before he became too powerful to be defeated without heavy losses. "We have to send whatever of him is left here to the Netherworld and put him to rest. There's no time to lo-" Unfortunately, things already took a turn for the worse before she was even able to finish her sentence.

The most alarming of all, to Kaalia, was the fact that out of nowhere Ishana was pulled away from her and towards the detention center. It almost looked like Kaalia had forgotten Vaylin and Jorryn were even there as she turned on her heel and began to sprint after the brunette. She wasn't afraid, she didn't fear losing her. Not here. It wasn't going to happen. She had pulled her back out of the Netherworld, nobody was going to take her wife away from her again. When she closed in, she saw Ishana suddenly falling out of the sky. Her sprint seemingly halted for just a moment as she bent her knees, and then she shot up into the air as she jumped.

"Ishana!"

Kaalia drew upon a well of power that had opened up to her inside the Netherworld. From Kaalia's back sprouted a pair of spectral wings as her eyes began to glow a ghostly red. Suddenly, she shot forward while in mid-air, catching the falling Ishana before starting her descent. "I got you, miala. I got you."

[member="Sith Muse"] | [member="Funami Teriyaki"] | [member="Trayze Tesar"] | [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Jorryn Fordyce"]​

 

[Darth Assimilus]

"What? No!" "GRAAAH!" He shot back toward Darth Immortuos, "THESE SOULS ARE MINE!" Charlyra and Lord Toth had managed their way to the roof of the facility. "Typical, Sith greed is that what did you in? Lord Necrox? That was your name wasn't? Lord Immortuos, Darth Avacyn whatever you're going to do. I recommend doing it now!"

" There you are!" Nulgath snapped. The trap had been sprung. Tampering with another siths source of power always seemed to do the trick. Gathering his strength in the darkside of the force Immortuos hoisted himself further into the air. His haze connecting to nearby ghosts willing to accept his deal. They had many question. Mouths gibbering phrases, words and sayings that he sound barely read of make sense of in the chaos of the moment. There was little time to listen to them all. Again he voiced. " This Lord Necrox has enslaved you to his place and is using your power as his own. Bind yourselves to me now, with me as your weapon and I will later free you at the location you deem fit!" His words forced themselves into the ear of every spirit around as Nulgath opened up his mind and body to recieve. A Telekinetic cut wide across his torso summoned to draw the resource needed for such a ritual. His own blood.

All defenses that included outward manifestations of the force ceased to be sustained around him. Instead his only source of protect being the spirit he had entered the detention center with. Balthazar. Spectres and sealed ghosts watched in amaze and some speculation as to why but for the weak minded and desperate the offer was taken quickly. Before the blacked red ooze could make contact with the floor below the blood was accepted as neutral tribute and the process began. " I accept.... I accept......I accept." The voices of the many sounded as once. Grunts, groans and expressions of pain filled Lord Immortuos visage. Translucent bodies slamming to Nulgaths own. With each impact the darkside grew more ripe around Nulgath. Going even as far as physically manifesting as a mist on the floor.

Time was against him. The mimics of himself and of Credius were still present but could these illusions last if the source was being attacked?

Eyes glowing bright purple and red in hue and engulfed in darkside aura of wisping smoke. Empowered by the many, a mental attack would be unleashed apon Lord Necrox to further weaken him. To bring up the memories of those he caused to suffer, his own inner fears and failures.

" You will never be a god, Necrox. Your time is done!"

[member="Sith Muse"]
[member="Credius Nargath"]
[member="Kaalia Pavanos"]

 

[Credius Nargath]

Halcyon only saw how his own lightning struck upon his distorted image, though not ending its miserable existence, it seemed to be enough to stagger the mockery of his image for a bit, enough for the Sith Lord to get a more clear idea of what was going on. Everything was just a game, an attempt to regain power, to obtain that which eluded all sith at the very end: immortality, but Darth Halcyon did not wish for immortality, finding such a paltry desire to be far beneath his own greed and will, his lust unbound by shackles of the force. With all the slaves appearing as but ghostly images of their past selves, all the Sith Lord did was let out a sigh, this was dangerous and not at all looked like it would be a walk in the park, but they had an advantage, where the opponent was but one former sith, albeit apparently a formidable one, there was much more combined power and raw strength in the force on their own, even if one was but a force projection and two but mere acolytes among the glorious ranks of the Sith, they still had a powerful valkyrie and three sith Lords on their end.

Seeing how Darth Immortuos managed to slowly, but certainly bind those astray ghostly presences to himself, managing to weaken the insolent remains of the one who called himself Lord Necrox, As he came closer, pushing himself through the ever growing violence of the dark side locus forming around the Nulgath, drenching his own self into that same growing power, letting it come into him, feeding upon it, consuming it to add to his own raw power. "I must say that the Valkyrie was right...this is no time for experiments," Gathering his own strength, allowing the crystals on his gauntlets to further amp up his own control and mastery within the force, the human sith lord raised his hands and sighed yet again. His knowledge in sith sorcery and alchemy was far from being on par with that of Darth Immotuos or any of those within the dark council, but if there was one thing he excelled in, it was inflicting pain and this time he simply wanted to erase something from existence in a whole. "Pain, suffering, loss...makes a sith grow stronger, more powerful, more attuned with the dark side of the force...but you, you have lost your way Lord Necrox, you fear pain, you haven't embraced it, you haven't made your suffering your own..."

Like tears in the very void itself, the amped up lightning came out of thin air, crackling onto the weakened source of all the ill fated misery which had accumulated in this place. "So powerful, yet so blind...you are a fool to call yourself anything close to a god...now BEGONE!!"

[member="Darth Immortuos"] [member="Kaalia Pavanos"]

 

[Amaya Cardei]

Ishana watched as the half-spectral form of Lord Necrox retreated from her view. As she braced herself for what she assumed to be yet another death, although those don't seem to stick. At least, not when your wife can walk right into the Netherworld and fetch you - she was caught, by the aforementioned wife. "Nice catch, habibti - now lets put me down and you go send him back where he belongs."

"Insolent fool!" Necrox laughed as Credius' lightning did nothing, the Force Dead Lord Between Realms conjured his own lightning this one made of the Netherworld's own festering necrosis. "You poor unfortunate soul." He shot back at the arrogant fool who dared, "pain is all that keeps me alive! Pain is what makes a Sith."

"As for you... "

Charlyra looked at Lord Toth, "Force Dead?" Exhaling, the Valkyrie pursed her lips together as she thought on a strategy to deal with the Lord Between Realms.

"You will NOT dismantle my power source, no." Necrox looked forward toward the stadium, and toward the city beyond it. "Not when there is a fresh batch of souls awaiting me." It was then that Immortuos' attack took part of Necrox's power seen by the half-spectral form shimmer slightly. All the while blue tendrils grasped at those who were too slow to flee from the stadium. He cackled and turned to Immortuos, unleashing his own attack and again necrosis would be used. Three claws of negative energy moved to rake across Immortuos' face as the minion that Necrox unleashed in the city began its rampage.

It was then that a spear found purchase in Necrox's shoulder, a Valkyrie's Spear that began to drain his energy.

Between the Stadium and the City it would be up to the Empire's representatives, [member=[/SIZE]"Funami Teriyaki"], [member=[/FONT]"Trayze Tesar"], and [member=[/FONT]"Vaylin"] along with any one else who could be capable of battle. Their task was to upset the dead slaves in the stadium that now served to empower the Lord Between Realms and the monstrosity that now ravaged the near by city.

[member="Kaalia Pavanos"] | [member="Darth Immortuos"] | [member="Credius Nargath"]

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[Funami Teriyaki]

The stadium had emptied considerably. No longer forced to navigate through the swaying mass of bodies, Funami hurried through the tiered structure in hopes of reaching the VIP seats in time. She never made it that far. As her little feet shuffled up the stairs, something sinister from the Netherworld approached. Despite lacking any noteworthy ability to sense danger through the Force, the girl froze in motion, aware of the sudden drop in temperature. The stench of death came with it, just like in the detention center. Were there ghosts about? Shivers ran down her spine. Fraught with worry, she cast a distraught look over her shoulder to find that there was no time to erect a telekinetic barrier anymore. The haunt had caught her completely off guard.

“The heck is this?!” The Sithling exclaimed in panic as the tendril of slithering blue energy coiled about her short leg and forcefully yanked at it, intent on dragging her away. Before the girl could lose her balance and succumb to gravity, the Force stopped her fall at her mental command. Suspending herself via telekinesis, her body refused to budge, frozen in place and successfully resisting the ghostly minion.

“H-hey,” she yelped and kicked the ethereal rope, losing a slipper in the process. “J-just because I’m Atrisian does not mean I’m into tentacle stuff! Let go! Bad tentacle!”

Another kick connected with the plasma-like foe and it finally let go, coiling back the way it came. Angrily glowering after the ethereal energy, Funami removed the remaining slipper and tossed it after the retreating ghost to chase it off.

“Hmph!”

As the four dead slaves rose from their graves for one last performance, they were met with one very angry little Sithling who needed an outlet for her boiling rage. Bare toes dangling inches above the ground, she floated closer to witness the show, held afloat via telekinesis. Violet eyes full of venom observed the stiff zombie party for a moment before shifting toward the shining spotlights above. Funami's lip curled in a manner that might have been a smile or a snarl, her little hands clenched into fists as she breathed in the infinite energy of the Force. Abruptly, the ground beneath the living dead exploded with psychokinetic power, enough to hurl the bodies high in the air, the sheer impact enough to shatter bone. Displaying an alarming degree of skill with telekinesis immediately after, she waved a hand in the opposite direction and violently tore the spotlights down, hurling them upon the performing dead. A thundering crash full of volatile sparks of electricity and the concert was over.

[member="Sith Muse"] | [member="Trayze Tesar"]​

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

A small breath of relief escaped Kaalia's lips as Ishana spoke. Her wife was alright, as close of a call as it was. It seemed very unlikely that another deal with the gods of the Netherworld could be struck and to lose Ishana again so quickly, the very thought of it was enough to instill a small and short-lived tinge of panic. In that moment, Kaalia felt an odd sense of comfort in the brunette's voice. "Gladly, my captain," she responded while the two had a short moment together in the air, before spotting a safe place and decending towards it.

After landing Kaalia let Ishana get to her feet and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "Now, I've got a job to finish," she remarked as she reoriented herself towards the detention center. "Don't worry, I'll be back before you know it." With a leap upwards, Kaalia took flight once more, her spectral wings carrying her to the detention center and Necrox. Tendrils lashed out at her on her way there, though she was able to dodge and weave her way forward.

Instead of Kaalia, however, it was Darth Avacyn who landed on the roof of the facility, her wings folding back into themselves and dissipating when her feet touched the ground. Immortuos, Credius, and her apprentice Charlyra were there as well and from the looks of it they had already begun to weaken him. Her appearance once more would become spectral, though this time it was no mere created apparition. By enveloping herself in the powers of the Netherworld, she would use them to fulfil the task she had taken upon her. "Keep him off of me," she called out as a black glow overcame her hands. She knelt down and placed them onto the roof, causing the glowing energies to surround Necrox. "Weaken him a little more and I can send him to where he belongs."

[member="Darth Immortuos"] | [member="Credius Nargath"] | [member="Sith Muse"]​

 

[Trayze Tesar]

At the conflux of death and life, the silence of the grave and the panicked screams of those who still live, Trayze's soul was tested.

In a moment of brilliance or desperation, the Kiffar removed his own boots, his bare feet thudding against the floor and onto the bodies and heads of the undead hordes. Eschewing his lightsaber, the Acolyte immersed himself in the endless wellspring of the Force, as well as his own psychometric abilities. Foreseeing mere seconds before someone acted, he countered and utilized their movements to either harmlessly defeat the turned, or effortlessly shatter the skulls of the revived. Each time another tendril was lashed at him, Trayze would utilize a revived corpse to block, or use as a step to go higher and higher to the floating "Nether Lord".

Once close enough to the floating specter, the crimson blade would slash and deny the unnatural necromancer any purchase on Trayze's personage. Panic began to splay across the once living magician's face as from both sides he faltered, retreating upwards and flailing blasts and corpses upwards. Taking the initiative, the Kiffar would surpass Necrox height for an acrobatic display, he lingered near the roof where the Triumvir of Power had just landed.

Lady Avacyn was too busy attempting to patch up whatever Necrox had done to the Force in this area, so Trayze let gravity and the Force guide him once more to the rapidly ascending Necromancer.

The self-proclaimed "Nether Lord" smiled, unleashing a torrent of lightning, only for Trayze to dodge mid air at the last moment. Too late did the necromancer realize Trayze's true target, and the lodged spear would carve the necromancer from shoulder to rib cage, bisecting in an impressive display.

Gracefully landing onto the floor, he barked at the remaining Sith to either aid with the exorcism or help him pull down the damaged, but not yet defeated Nether Lord.

[member="Kaalia Pavanos"] | [member="Funami Teriyaki"] | [member="Sith Muse"]​

 

[Darth Assimilus]

" Gaaahhh!" Immortuos screeched. His unnatural voice echoing within the detention center halls with a ringing echo. Temporal energies pressed hard against his face. Digging past flesh, muscle and scarring the very bone. Flying backwards the Sith found himself air born painting the scene with dark crimson blood. It was his own. Crashing into a wall panel and starring off in a dance Nulgath looked around in horror at what had just occurred. For the first time in many many years his pale eyes shifted into an exchange of fear. Head throbbing with a gnashing wound he attempted to speak " No. no. no. Get away from me!" Who he was speaking to was a mystery and then it became apparent. Hordes of ghosts were marking themselves with his blood. Blood was the binding agent of the sith ritual. To tether a spirit to the flesh.

His blood was everywhere. No had no control.

" We accept..." They said almost in unison.

With a slam a single ghost collided in Immortuoses body rendering him unconscious. They did not stop there. One by one they repeated the action over and over again. Limp and rather helpless the frail sith lord twitched and flailed every now and then due to the force of impact from a other worldly source. With more ghosts accepting the deal this only meant Necrox would be weakened even more. One could hope.
Purple energy erupted around Nulgath, burning at the foundation of who he was. Slowly his body faded into obscurity and the mass of ghost that tethered themselves to himself faded as well.

Silence.

" You will be in OUR care...." The ghosts addressed Immortuos as he and they all faded.

[member="Trayze Tesar"]
[member="Kaalia Pavanos"]
[member="Funami Teriyaki"]
[member="Sith Muse"]
[member="Credius Nargath"]

OOC: Leaving thread...

 

[Credius Nargath]

It was rather unexpected to fail at literally everything he did, as if some cruel narrative god seemed to have decided it so. When his own force lightning did nothing...again...the vague opposing creature's blast hurled Darth Halcyon backwards for a moment, seeing hos the necrotic energies were slowly eating away on the romex robes he was wearing, the Sith Lord removed the clasps holding the robes to his shoulders and watched on as the only person within this haphazardly created team that even bothered to be remotely interesting was slowly vanishing under an onslaught of ghosts bindings themselves to Lord Immortuos' hardly living shell.

Seeing as how Necrox got somehow impaled by a spear which for some odd reason was drawing the creature's energy, Halcyon simply shrugged his shoulders and decided he no longer had any ineterest in the proceedings of this charade, with the knowledge of it all being nothing more than some elaborate plot to gain power from a former, powermad Sith, the whole idea of finding something unique and the desire therefor had been snuffed out. With the arrival of what seemed to be some sort of spectral form yet again making the Sith Lord wonder if this was either the real Darth Avacyn or that flickering projection had gotten some serious boost, Halcyon decided his presence was no longer needed, simply using his force cloaking to completely hide his presence from those around him and strolling out of the place.

[member="Sith Muse"] [member="Funami Teriyaki"] [member="Kaalia Pavanos"] [member="Trayze Tesar"] [member="Darth Immortuos"]

OOC: same...

 

[Amaya Cardei]

Lord Necrox found his energy waning, [member="Darth Immortuos"] had been successful in draining it.

The Lord Between Realms had once attempted to amass the power of the Netherworld, but in his greed had forgotten. The Netherworld takes and does not give, and thus laid claim to Necrox himself. In his own folly, he saw that his own being had begun to slip, and so he recited a spell. The spell meant he would remain in the living but not with a physical form. He would remain as a specter, a ghost. No longer would he be connected to the Force, but his energy now came from the Netherworld itself. So thus, he was rendered Force Dead as well as dead to the living, and slowly he began to call the spirits toward him to create such a magnificent power base. A power base that now belongs to Darth Immortuos, and now, the Matriarch of the Valkyries would send what was left of Necrox to the Netherworld in full.

Binding him there with the Spear of Death, the very spear that Charlyra and Toth had used on the Dark Lord.

For their parts [member="Trayze Tesar"] and [member="Funami Teriyaki"] had done their best to help, with Trazye taking his lightsaber to the Lord Between Realms it did not bisect him but rather draw the spirit's attention to Trayze. As for what happened to Trazye, that remains to be seen - and once Necrox was gone. His minions, his tendrils all went to waste rendered inert at that very moment. Citizens of Orinackra were dazed and confused, and the detention center would be removed as would the stadium. They would instead prepare the way for members of the Dark Council who would come to investigate the reports made by [member="Kaalia Pavanos"] and her student.

SIth-Imperial Military Forces would eventually arrive and quarantine the area, setting up a barricade around the area while the Sith Brotherhood built a new type of academy here. One that would focus on the Netherworld, and in turn - teach the way of Nethermancy. Orinackra had no formal leader to speak of and thus their annexation was relatively easy, all anyone could remember were the men and women who fought against the Lord Between Realms. They seemed grateful for the Sith Empire's banners, but still, somewhere along the grounds of the old detention center, there still but lurked the spirits of the undead, still ever-restless...


[OOC: An objective has been completed! If you wish to continue your own stories you may do so!]

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