Campaign Sympathy from the Devil: Campaign to Bryn'adul-held Ankhypt (Kegan, Kubindi, Lowick, Blank Hex, Ankhypt)

[Ostak Cl'mana]

OBJECTIVE: Delay the undead advance
LOCATION: Outer perimeter of the Super-Construct
ALLIES: The Bryn | Tathra Khaeus | TBD
ENEMIES: TSE | UNDEAD | TBD
EQUIPMENT: Armor | Axe | Bow
UNITS:

• 5x Shaman Beast Masters (including & lead by Ostak)
• 5x Ra'mak War Beasts (1 controlled by each Master) (Full strength) (on reserve)
• 5x Obaliscs (1 controlled by each Master) (Full strength) (on reserve)
• 3x Quilxyn Protectors (all controlled by Ostak) (Idle) (on reserve)

Awaken.
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The word shook Ostak to his bones, and he watched in shock as beings that he could only describe as undead rose from the ground in the distance. From a watchtower in the perimeter of the Super-Construct, the Beast Master observed as a massive green beam of energy rose from a distant pyramid. As it seemed, the threat provided by the Sith invaders would soon be overshadowed by something much more mysterious and much more deadly.

Ostak rushed down the stairs of the watchtower, emerging in a small walled field in which four other Shamen waited.

"What's the report, Beast Master?" called out one of them as Ostak approached them.

"Not good." replied Ostak quickly. "It's likely that you heard the call as well. New enemies are rising from the ground in large quantities, likely powered by a pyramid structure."

"Shall we move to counter them?" replied the Beast Master.

"No, not yet." concluded Ostak. "We are to stay in reserve until new orders come in."

Suddenly, a loud rumbling came from the left of the Shamen.

One of the west gates was opening - perhaps now was finally the time for the unit to be deployed.

"Grab the beasts, and let's establish a strategy." ordered Ostak.

He walked out of the field, followed by the other four Beast Masters. They walked about fifty meters down a large hallway before approaching a large interior gate guarded by two Juggernauts.

"We're Shamen, we'd like to withdraw our beasts." called out Ostak to the sentinels.

"Understood, we'll open the gate." replied one of the Juggernauts.

The two of them walked over to a crank on each side of the gate, and began pulling. As they spun their cranks, the massive gates slowly opened, revealing a large, dimly lit arena. Inside were numerous massive, hulking forms. Some lumbered on the ground, and some floated idly on the air. The Shamen reached with their spiritual energy, wrapping it around the brains of each beast and taking control of their consciousness. They all turned towards the Shamen, slowly approaching them in uniform formation.

Soon, five Ra'maks and five Obaliscs would have the chance to enter the battlefield, supported by three Protectors.

 

[Gorrge]

Location: The super-construct
Allies: Tathra Khaeus Osam
Enemies: Ingrid L'lerim ( future target)
Objective: Same as always, Survive.

In the mind of a simple Sraelvun this entire situation was hardly different than any other. There was always a next threat to face and the to meet was as usual, the blood riders. Sraelvun or drones that knew naught of fear, only hunger and a cunning drive to survive. The bloodriders were usually the first to engage and last to leave. Nothing was ever left behind not even the dead, not for long atleast.

Shoved, bumped and shaken through countless Sraelvun body all rushing to one location, Gorrge, a Bloodrider runt let his complex inner world stir. He was swept off his feet on several occasions, quite literally and physically. In a sea of bodies only the strong had the strength to rise back up when knock to the floor. Trampled by others and viciously clawing his way back up into the chaos of bloodrider ranks. Emotionally the air was supercharged with bloodlust. Whipping the mind into a frenzy of thoughts. Pumping the blood with various hormones and adrenaline. Soon enough it was coming out of him and moistening the air as it did with all the others.

A never ending cycle and to Gorrge this meant only one thing. It was dinner time and a entire buffet awaited him and his brothers in arms, if he survived.

“ Gorrge go. Gorrge hammer!! Gorrge GO! Gorrge hammer!!!” A deep voice bellowed over the snarls, growls and various loud sounds in the halls as the Sraelvun bloodrider runt chanted what he knew he had to do. His broken basic battering the super-constructs very material being.

The horde continued till the arid air of outside filled their lungs. It was time.

((Phone post))

 

[Sekhari]

Post: 2
Location: The Superstructure
Objective: Begin the Assault

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Soon enough, the vast undead horde commenced it's assault against the Bryn'adul defensive lines. Vibroblade wielding skeletal warriors swarmed against the defenders in great numbers, relentlessly charging forth despite enemy fire being shot towards them. Limbs were blasted off some, yet such injuries seemed to unphase them in the slightest. Multitudes of them leapt towards Draelvasier troops and their larger beasts of war, tearing them apart with their vast numbers.

Sekhari herself rode into the battle atop her chariot, speeding towards a line of Draelvasier before leaping up into the air from her chariot, drawing forth her golden hilted double-bladed lightsaber, igniting it's radiant yellow blades mid-air before swiftly beheading a pair of them as she made her landing. She would not cower behind her lines like some sort of armchair general, no, she would make her enemy pay personally.

With a mixture of precise bladework and potent blasts of green, sorcerous force lightning, she intended to carve a spearhead through enemy lines, supported by a loyal cohort of living Anubian royal guardsmen who'd arrived just behind her, each armed with a lightsaber pike and handheld energy shield, forming a stalwart phalanx against the Draelvasier.

Ornate catapults were wheeled in at the rear of the undead lines. Seemingly a primative weapon, but when they lobbed their deadly ammunition at the enemy, their threat became apparantly. Globules of deadly toxic gas were launched at strong points in the enemy defense line, gassing the Draelvasier unlucky enough not to be expecting chemical attack while leaving the undead, who were immune to such, free to continue their relentless assault.

Deep beneath the surface, however, the second phase of Sekhari's master plan came into effect. Explosions erupted in the outer walls of multiple levels, particularly deeper below the surface. The royalty of Ankhypt and their legions were not the only ones to be entombed. Far deeper, massive crypts containing the deceased Anubian and Cathar citizenry had been stirred from their slumber, crypts that were conveniently close enough to the superstructure to tunnel into it. As the explosions subsided, swarms of the dead rushed in through the new openings. While they wern't armed as potently as those dead upon the surface, tooth and claw were just as good given their numbers. Particularly, multiudes of risen emerged within the Superstructure's cloning facility, intending to tear apart those newly birthed and presently unbirthed Draelvasier before they could support their allies on the surface.

Back at the Pyramid, the Mortuary Priests continued their ritual, occasionally cycling in a replacement priest to allow one of their colleagues to regain their energies. A full legion of living and experienced Anubian troops, armed with blasterstaffs and vibroblades, stood watch over the Pyramid. Sekhari was not foolish enough to leave the pyramid too undefended. It was, after all, the crux of her plan.

A prerecorded transmission made by Sekhari, as well as packets of relevant data regarding Sekhari's strategem were transmitted to the Sith invasion fleet in orbit over Ankhypt. "This is a message to the Sith Imperial fleet currently in orbit over Ankhypt. I am Sekhari, Priest Queen of Ankhypt. As you have likely heard, these Bryn'adul wretches have forced most of my people off world as refugees while they loot and plunder our wealth and history to line their own coffers while attempting to destroy that which they cannot begin to fathom the worth of. I have initiated my own plans to drive them from our world, however, I am not blind to our present political situation. In return for your aid in driving these beasts from my world, I will happily talk terms about our entry into the Sith Imperial fold. Please dispatch a portion of your troops to the Pyramid at the following coordinates. These beasts must not be allowed to disrupt the Mortuary Priests while they continue the ritual that presently sustains our undying legions."

Tathra Khaeus
Ingrid L'lerim
Sylok'Vanari
Darth Carnifex
Kascalion Giedfield
Kelmor
Badar
Sethrak
Argaloth
Osam
Primarch Drek'ma
Arctus Silmar
Ellie Mors
Keldothera
Ostak Cl'mana
Gorrge

 

[Dok Varuut]

Equipment - Two Basic Lightsabers, Judicator Blaster Rifle (CQC Scope, Undermounted Ascenscion Cable), 2x Sonic Imploder, Thermal Detonator, Fragmentation Grenade

Allies - (General Sith), Arctus Silmar , Darth Acharon

Enemies - (General Enemy Forces), Sylok'Vanari , Adrian L'lerim-Vandiir , Argaloth

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Dok had his eyes closed, as he focused his senses inward. He looked out of place compared to his master and fellow apprentice, he looked soft, weak, like he didn't belong on a field of battle. The scars no longer showed on his skin, but this was far from his first fight, and if he had anything to say about it, it'd be far from his last. Those with the senses of a warrior or soldier could feel the danger on him. Not as intense as some of the great beasts or the masters around him. Those that could feel with the force would fine that air of unease deepen. Controlled rage, frozen fear, and a love of battle permeated Dok, and this extended to even the equipment he carried. Grenades, a rifle, and his lightsabers. He was plenty capable without them, but he favored the weapons he carried over others.

As they drew nearer to their targets, their purpose for being here entirely, Dok took a deep breath, and reached into the wellspring of power that lay dormant inside of him. First his signature in the force faded, it was smaller even than normal beings, hard to distinguish, hard to find, though he was far from the masters that could become truly null in the force. The Masters that would feel to such senses as a rock, or ship, not a person let alone a Sith. Next a shimmer surrounded him, his clothes, and his weapons. While he couldn't become totally see through as many masters, he became as a chameleon, blending into the patterns of things around him, though it took a moment to adjust to changes, especially rapid ones.

His hands held his blaster, the lightsabers at his side. He calmly remove the White and Gold furred cloak he preferred, folding it carefully and putting it away. If he survived he would be wanting the cloak back, but for now he was as ready as he could get. The enemy was adaptable, and brutal, a worthy foe. He had no doubt that he'd have to use many of his tricks to prevail, but given there was variety in the enemies forces, he couldn't prepare for everything, so he just prepared for what he could. Finally he opened his eyes, their piercing blue gaze cast over the battlefield.

 

[Osam]

Objective: Support Galak
Equipment:
Kukri
Verikast Drone Armor
Assault Carbine
Pulverizer Sidearm

Tags:
Tathra Khaeus (Followed)
Galak (Dialogue)
Ingrid L'lerim (Potshot at/Dancing Partner)
Gorrge (Soon-to-be battle ally!)

It seemed that the undying legions were not the only participants engaging in battle on the Sith's side. From atop his perch upon the wall, he was able to sight a small band of peculiar individuals. One of them -- an obvious Force user if ever there had been -- strode forward separately from the horde of deathless, and made their presence known in the process. She wore blackened armor, and while it might've concealed her had she stayed still within the shadow of some crag or another, her consistent movement was enough to draw the attention of the Major and his cohort.

Admittedly, she was quite a ways off from the wall proper, but Osam questioned whether or not a well-placed rifle shot might be able to make contact with her even from this distance. He snapped around, directing his fingers towards the lonesome Sith and the pair of... things accompanying her. An expeditious marksman from his squad promptly settled their firearm against the wall, utilizing the stability it provided in order to solidify their aim on the woman. There was a certain degree of methodical arrangement and re-arrangement inherent in such delicate shooting, and Osam found himself entranced in the movements until finally the weapon sparked and the projectile sailed across a significant distance towards the foe.

Whether it made contact or not was a matter for the marksman to consider -- Osam himself was made acutely aware of the presence of the Titan, the progenitor of their race, and his commandments. The Father spoke his name, and the loyalist Risen snapped to attention in a heartbeat, recognizing that failure might well mean the extinguishing of his life. Their ancestor was known for his outrage, after all, and the presence of so many Tenebraks had clearly impressed a degree of ruthlessness in him.

The Risen Major accompanied his leader as they strode along the battlements, the First's subordinates trailing behind him, ready to provide aid to their squad leader in the fulfillment of whatever task was laid out by the Titan. Finally, they reached the Emissary and orders were given. Galak would lead a force to strike deep at the pyramid whose enigmatic glow had seemingly caused the tidal wave of undead, and Osam alongside his subordinate Risen would provide support to him.

When the Titan had left their presence, Osam looked towards Galak, his superior, and his friend.
"It is good to fight alongside you once again." He began, a hint of a smile touching at his cheeks. "Shall we go break their toy?"
He knew they would succeed. Their survival as a people depended on it, and Galak had never failed them.

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Lady Ingrid L’lerim-Ragal
Empress Regent of the Eternal Empire, Overlord of the Eternal Empire, the Emperor's hand
The Red Witch; Director of Blackwatch; Baroness of Vengard, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium​

Location: Surface, Ankhypt
Equipment: 2x Sigra vibroblade | 2x Striith vibrosword | 2x red blade lightsaber shoto | Heilagr MK. I Assassin Armour | Shield talisman | G1 OmniLink | BCR-X10 Sniper Rifle | Empyrean gland | Taozin amulet
Ground forces: 1/2 Smoke demons
Tag(s): Osam | Gorrge

Background music:
Sabaton – Rise of Evil​

Not only did the members of Bryn’adûl seem overly conspicuous, but Ingrid also wore black armour. She should have activated the camouflage system to be even more efficient. One thing is for sure, if her armour took on the colour of the sand, she would have been very well able to hide here. But now it didn’t bother her to be noticed by others, and as it turned out very quickly, it came at a pretty high price.

She could see that the man - presumably a male being - had noticed her, too. Given that the woman had no idea what individuals of different sexes might look like in his race, she just guessed. She saw through the binoculars that Osam was taking a firearm-like weapon in front of him and aiming it straight at the woman.

The distance was damn great, they were still at the gigantic machine and the woman at the pyramid. Nevertheless, the man fired. Ingrid was ready to jump aside, which she did when one of her officers just entered that line to report, and even one of the smoke demons was on her way. The sound of the shot could not be heard due to the distance either, but the next moment the shot almost blew up the demon and also tore off the officer's half upper body before stopping in the wall of one of the buildings.

The woman's life or death depended for a second as she looked back at Bryn’adûl to see the man who had done so aboard a ship that was heading to where she was. If he had already been so “kind” that the man had killed one of the woman’s officers and one of her assets, she considered this a dance invitation. Since the ship apparently came here to the pyramid where the woman was, so she took one of the bikers from here and went with her to the place, along with her remaining demon, where Bryn’adûl’s ship would apparently land.

There were several senior Sith individuals here, including Darth Carnifex . They just had to wait for the enemy to arrive…

”My lord Carnifex, Lady Ellie Mors !” she greeted them.

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[Keldothera]

Objective: Hold the Wall
Allies: Tathra Khaeus | Galak | Primarch Drek'ma | Osam
Enemies; Ellie Mors | Arctus Silmar | Sekhari |
Equipment: Kukri | Glaive | Kraker | Splitter |

The General didn't wait for the others, when the Chieftain bid her to form their forces at the western gate, she did so. There were maybe a hundred thousand of the undead at their gate, at least. The entire forces of the 12th and 10th Regiment alongside their Drones and Savages could nearly make, half maybe. Had they been at full strength, their would have been Drones alone in the millions to defend them; but because of the recent warfare their borders had the concentrated man-power of the majority of their forces. Skeleton crews had been left behind on planets like Ankhypt, a mistake the Ish'makra would pay for. Per usual, they should've listened to Tathra - If the others simply had faith, none of this would of happened.

All the same, now they stood here with an amassing army at their gates. One that threatened their species, today every Draelvasier would fight as if a hundred. As the elevator descended, they could see Skags being prepared for them. A few hundred of them at the front of the battle, two larger ones for Kelda and Tathra respectively.

In truth, this was all she had ever wanted. To sit side by side with the Titan, fighting for their lives in an incredible battle. This was what it meant to be Draelvasier, this is what it meant to be a Bryn'adûl Warrior, a Juggernaut, a Drone. Whatever. The gates slowly opened, the undead were already engaging the Ashaka's mutated forces; they would have the advantage of cavalry and the flank at least to start. She turned, looking to Tathra as all the tens of thousands of Drael beside her did.

"If ever there was time for a speech, Sire."

 

[Adrian L'lerim-Vandiir]

Reidun Amersis
The Little Girl, Zealot minor​

Location: Surface, Ankhypt
Equipment: 2x Barad kukri | The Bryn’adûl Pulverizer | Barad Special Operations Armour
Allies: Sylok'Vanari | Argaloth
Enemies: Arctus Silmar | Dok Varuut | Darth Acharon

Reidun shook her head at Argaloth's question at first, until finally, almost a few moments later, everything changed. Enemy ships appeared in the sky and in the distance on the ground movement was visible. She looked like she had never seen ships like this before, they were different from what she had encountered in her lifetime.

”You… we don't have to wait any longer for them.”

And Sylok finally answered her question, glancing at the man as he spoke. So Sith. The name sounded pretty weird, but “Little Girl” nodded. The following words were not exactly too reassuring that the Seer did not know anything accurate either. Now she looked at the man with a frown.

”We will fight for our lives and the survival of the Draelvasier, brother! I was hoping you would be more helpful!”

She growled loudly. It was also a situation that reminded her why she didn’t like socializing and why she didn’t talk to others very much. Of course, she knew and adhered to the ideals of her race, even more so than the man who had just taught her. She didn't feel anything of what had happened, but Reidun wanted to believe Sylok in what the man said they would survive.

”So be it, brother, so be it!”

She said softly, her gaze fixed on the horizon, where the enemy was already visible as they approached the gigantic machine. All they had to do was wait for them to arrive, and then it would be clear how easily their bones would break. One way or another, but the sand will be soaked in blood, the only question was who…

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[Arctus Silmar]

The Shaper

The Iron Crown|| Whilstone of Prowess|| Whilstone of Acuity
Whilstone of Power|| Acharn|| Urfael|| Mithralian

Voice Sample

Enemies: Sylok'Vanari ; Adrian L'lerim-Vandiir ; @The Brynadul

Allies: Dok Varuut Darth Acharon

Forces: Synia

As the Shaper continued to weave his dark ritual his eyes slipped shut as he felt the surge of power from Ankhypt's pyramid, the excess expulsion of energy from Sekhari 's own ritual being woven masterfully into the Shaper's own to lessen the strain on his personal connection. The Whilstone of Power siphoning the Force through it's Master as the runes of Sith magic upon the ground began to glow with a fierce light. The sand around the runes growing black and solidifying into something more akin to solid ground before the ritual circle expanded outward massively. The ritual being held on the precipice of completion as the Shaper allowed the undead legions of Ankhypt to surge forward to cover the ritual. Tying down the attention of thhe Drevalsier warriors that charged out to meet them.

Then, with a powerful crackle and a horrible, rending screech did the ritual achieve completion. A sithspawn Leviathan slowly clawing it's way through the fabric of reality into existence, it's massive, gaping maw slavering and snapping at the air with ravenous intent to devour and consume all in it's path. Four pincer-like forelimbs graced the creature as well as a hide thick enough to walk through lava entirely unscathed. A flailing duo of tendrils lining the sides of it's massive maw to impale or feed hapless victims into it's gnashing, crushing teeth with little effort. This Leviathan, named Synia after Sorzus Syn herself, was more than a prime specimen of the species. Standing 50 meters tall and just a bit longer than it was tall, she would serve the Shaper's purpose quite well.

Thus, with fatigue numbing the very tips of his fingers and a sensation that reminded him he was very much alive again, the Shaper forced his lungs to draw in a deep, steadying breathe despite the uncomfortable pressure on them from summoning the Leviathan. The massive creature was firmly under his control and, glancing to Dok, he gripped his apprentice by the shoulder before the Leviathan used it's twin tendrils by it's mouth to lift them and deposit them surprisingly gently upon it's back. The trademark blister-traps there he was sure to avoid as he slid Urfael from it's sheathe and pointed forward, a silent, mental command forcing the lumbering beast onward only after it deposited Cyrus with them in the same manner.

Turning to Dok the Shaper nodded to his weaponry, his expression and demeanor lacking the usual disdain he normally displayed toward such devices as he curly ordered him. "Fire on any the Leviathan fails to grasp. Should some of the more powerful of the enemy approach they may attempt to target us in order to leave the Leviathan directionless. Be prepared." Idly turning his head to address Cyrus the Shaper added "As for you Cyrus, you shall aid me in displays of Force Lightning in order to provide the undead legions with some....." One did not have to see the Shaper's face to hear the smirk gracing his lips at this last word. "....artillery."

 

[Cara Dorniarn]

Engaging: The Bryn | Open
Allies: TSE | Taeli Raaf | Arctus Silmar | Open
Gear: Personal armor, Judicator, KS-9 'Firestorm' Grenade x2, Sonic Imploder x2, Vibroknife x2

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The speeder snaked between the dunes as its pilot stalked an elusive prize:

Information.

It was in high demand among the Sith legion. Any scrap of data gathered on the unknowns that were the Bryn'adûl was considered a breakthrough to one of their many unanswered question. The pilot herself knew little of the alien race, leaving behind only educated guesses and unproven theories filling the datapads which cluttered a bunk bed she left in orbit.

Anything recorded was another stroke in the portrait of what these creatures were and how they functioned as a whole. To help push the brush forward the region was seeded with probots, varying types of reconnaissance droids given their specific subjects to draw data on. The droids downloaded their data to research nodes, blue triangular pylons located at staggered and lengthy distances from another. To have the nodes in closer proximity would have been a risk. Their compressed single file uploads to the fleet were inconspicuous, but together the patterns would have been a potential alarm to Bryn'adûl scanners.

The weight of sand piled into the crevices of her cybernetics as she continued scouting. Granules cracked in her fingers when her grip tightened around the accelerator handle, and a thin film of dust had dulled the metal of her arms into a matte gray. She kept her helmet behind her in a saddle bag to preserve its glasteel dome, opting to instead wear goggles and a pale scarf on her face as she rode.

Cara continued to drive half-expecting an ambush before each breach of the speeder's nose over a sand dune ridge. The engineer kept a wide net of her senses as she searched for those probots who had been compromised, either by weather or animal, and manually download their intel into a local node. Serving as a living radar she swept the area for the faintest electric ping to echo from the expanse. She had rode for hours, checking nodes and finding few traces of missing probots.

A weak buzzing reached her mind. The speeder slid into a sudden crescent creating a tide of sand as it stopped. She held her breath, listening, reaching out to find the source. With a determined huff she leaned back into the seat and sped off. Several klicks away the speeder stopped again and Cara dismounted. The loose ground beneath betrayed her unseen weight as her steps sunk deep. She trudged forward from the speeder then paused to kneel.

"Well now, bit in over our heads are we not?"

Her fingers dug into the hot sand to scoop out a submerged Prowler 1000 exploration droid. It whistled a weak tune as Cara stood. Heavy damage had wrecked the droid's chassis, and all but one sensor was destroyed. It sighed in a more broken tone, waving one shaky manipulator.

"Useless drama. Now where is your mother node?"

A glitched warble and whoop gave the answer and Cara peered westward to the beginnings of eroded igneous outcrops. She whispered a thank you then shut the droid down with a thought. The probot was loaded into another compartment of the saddle bag and Cara revved the speeder, leaving a small plume of dust behind as she pursued her objective.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: Stop the Sith
Proximity: Galak | Keldothera | Osam | Seer Kalanthir | Gorrge |
Enemies: TBD
Equipment: Staff & Cuirass
Beast: Hadad

His words echoed through not only the chamber but through the mind of the giant serpent. Booming inside the walls of its skull, just like he had been the great Hadad had been called upon for this battle. He had been called upon during this dire hour to ensure the safety of the Bryn'adûl. No measure would be too great, no sacrifice too costly - this was the survival of their race as they knew it at steak. That was when he felt it, something deep from within the earth beneath. The force shifted darkly, its scent of death more potent than ever as the Anubians had returned to their home, power unmatched at their fingertips as they summoned ancient artefacts to their aid. He needed to see it, he felt it in his heart a hundred thousand undead rose beyond those gates.

As this event continued, the situation only became more dire. They would have to fight united, face their weaknesses and implore the use of their strengths as they fought as comrades, together. The Primarch set his Staff aside, walking out across a platform that drew close to the thick carapace of the great Hadad, king of serpents. Drek'ma felt like an insect, physically insignificant compared to what the universe had conjured.

"They will witness your majesty, Hadad. And they will know the true power of this universe. Nature." He spoke, placing his hand on the exterior flesh of the massive creature. Whether Hadad could feel the tiny touch, he couldn't know. But, in their minds there was a mutual resonance as the Primarch took full control.

The Primarch would return to the elevator with staff in hand as the floor of the chamber would begin to open up in either direction at a two hundred metre width each way. As the elevator began its ascent, the gigantic form of the serpent was still distinguishable amongst the fog, burrowing into the earth.

He sent a mental note to the Titan.

Hadad, king of serpents is at your Command.

 

[Thogfer Kórdak]

Objective: Protect and Defend against the Sith
Allies: Adrian L'lerim-Vandiir | Galak | Keldothera | Krarolk T'manu | Primarch Drek'ma |
Enemies: Ingrid L'lerim | Ellie Mors | Sekhari | Kascalion Giedfield | Darth Carnifex | Arctus Silmar |
Gear: Verikast Juggernaut Platform 12A | Glaive & Radesh Automatic

Sand drifted throughout the landscape. It was time. Thogfer was a simple being. He did not need to understand he only needed to follow. When the call was made, they roared one final time. The gates of hell would open. A loud and deep sound could be heard miles away as the Juggernauts began to beat their hollow chests. It was a slow rhythm at first, but then it began to get faster and faster. At last they would unleash their anger, their rage, their hatred.

Thogfer raised a fist in the air, signaling his troops to form up. Other platoon and unit leaders would do the same, calling out their own signals and signs. Each platoon was unique, but together they were one. They acted as one mind.

 

[Galak]

Objective: Hold the Wall
Allies: Tathra Khaeus | Osam | Gorrge |
Enemies: Sekhari | Ingrid L'lerim |
Equipment: Triad Chaingun | Verikast Armour | Cleaver Axe | Crusher Mace |
Riding: 4x Gunboats

Galak watched as the pyramid rose from the sands, all around him the other Drael broke out into conversation. They all knew how rigorously they scoured planets they conquered and terraformed, confusion and fear ran through the ranks like water through thin paper. But when Tathra arrived, all eyes turned to him as he strode through the parting crowds on the battlement towards Galak. That look in his eyes, he'd only seen it once before when he had to kill Grosck.

Did Tathra think he was sending Galak to an impending doom? Even if he did, the Emissary was ready. The very survival of their race was at stake, there was nothing he would not do for his people. He would sacrifice everything to ensure they would win the coming battle. Why - because they all knew this was no mere simple conflict, this was life or death. If the Sith could beat them here, break through nearly five systems with a precise strike. The next to follow would be a brutal and bloody massacre of their core worlds. It wouldn't be so sudden, but the Seers had described it like a gut wound. They'd last a month maybe, until the Jedi and Sith alike had all their kin culled from the Galaxy. Their beauty and strength lost forever - again.

He wouldn't let that happen. Tathra's words confirmed his suspicions, a deadly mission. Though it seemed the Titan was sending himself on one equally as dire. He understood, Tathra and he had fought many battles together and won nearly all of them. This would be no different.

"I'll see you again, my Chieftain." Galak placed his hand on Tathra's gauntlet resting against his shoulder, nodding to him as they parted ways.

He might have never seen him again, but hearing those words- Galak needed nothing more. He had a duty to his people to fulfil. He turned to Osam and his accompanying Drones.

"Let's go blow some shit up."

They would pick up two Brumak charges, loading them into the Gunboat Galak would be on. Their objective, get the Charges inside the Pyramid and take them right to the power source.

"Osam, you and your kin are in the second Gunboat." He explained, steeping up into the deployment bay of the Gunboat as he turned back to Osam. The job they were doing now wasn't too different than what they had been sent to do at Yurb. Just like old times.

"Strikes you as familiar, no?"

 

[Argaloth(Dead)]

Atmospheric theme​

Location: Surface, Ankhypt
Troops: 2 Ravager Brutes
Allies: Adrian L'lerim-Vandiir | Sylok'Vanari
Enemies: Dok Varuut | Ingrid L'lerim | Arctus Silmar

Walking back and forth on his powerful hands and feet, Argaloth looked out towards the enemy, breathing deep and threateningly. Watching the monstrous pawns of Sylok's army get unleashed, the Ravager heard Sylok's request and despite wanting nothing but to ignore it, he knew the value of tactics. So, against his inner fire that burned hotter than the sun, he waited for the army to run ahead before he would act.

Watching the army of monsters charge the abandoned place the Sith held up in, he looked to his two fellow clan members and nodded aggressively in the direction of the Sith. Dashing from the tall dune, the two Ravagers charged the desolated battlefield with a deep thunderous bellow. Argaloth quickly followed, leaving heavy dug up holes from where his hands and feeds touched. Dashing across the killing field, the Ravagers almost jumped a couple of times, given them even greater speed and would soon catch up to the Ashaka Ik'straktors. Having the army of monsters to the left, the first of the three ravagers ingested their potion, mutating their body, releasing the primal Bryn'adûl beast within. Growing both in size and mass, natural hardened armour covering most of the body and an extra pair of arms with razor-sharp claws able of splitting metal like butter.

Flanking the first and now mutated Ravager brute, Argaloth and the other ravager followed the mutated Ravager charge with even greater speed at the enemy. The mutated Ravager instantly locked its predatorial eyes on to the massive Sith Spawn, which only seemed to make it tear deeper into the ground to get faster to its target.

Flanking the Sith Spawn and Arctus to the left of them, the second Ravager ingested its own potion, mutating its body. In an instant, he pounced and was charging directly at the Sith Spawn releasing an explosive roar. Lastly, Argaloth watch as his two fellow clan members jumped headfirst at the Sith spawn, one from the front and one from the left.

Ingesting his own potion, Argaloth's body started to mutate as well, though his body was almost completely covered in a reinforced natural rock-like shell. A pair of tusks jutting from Argaloth's lower jaw, he stood, a prime of his tribe and released a deep thunderous bellow of his own, before charging the Sith Spawn as well.

 

[Osam]

Objective: Shutdown the Pyramid
Equipment:
Kukri
Verikast Drone Armor
Assault Carbine
Pulverizer Sidearm

Tags:
Galak (Dialogue)
Gorrge (Hop in the Gunboat, pal!)
Ingrid L'lerim (Coming for you.)

Survival had always been important to Osam, perhaps even more so than many of his kindred. When he had been nothing more than a mere Sraelvun drone, he had found it necessary at times to orchestrate events so as to guarantee the survival of himself and his closest kin. They'd opportunistically allowed foes to assassinate unkindly and vicious generals who would've sent them to their death, because ultimately the bond between kin meant less to him than mere survival. He thought back to the stories that the Titan had told them all when they had been stranded together for a day and a night, about how he had searched hard for his people only to find that they had resorted to degeneracy, scraping by through the use of machines which prolonged their feeble lives.

Yet... where others saw revulsion, an over-use of machinery, or a breach of the universal contract of strength, Osam had seen only survivors. People like himself who had been willing to sacrifice anything to survive. What was the purpose of noble values when they only led you into traps from whence you would never recover, and what point was there to any pleasure or pain if it ended in non-existence? The only thing that had ever mattered, the zeroth Tenant that was never spoken, but always understood was this: To live is to choose. Whether one was Tenebrak or loyalist, warrior or weakling, the scourge of worlds or agricultural specialists was irrelevant -- life was life.

Osam wasn't afraid. He'd been afraid in the midst of battles before, and he'd been frightened by the absolutely abominable creations that sometimes flew at the behest of the Shamans. The Draeyde came to mind, their wings beating, their mouths filled with the gore of prey. The Syphons too, and their nearly Draelvasier appearance, distorted and corrupted until they were merely a weapon to be wielded in the greatest of Crusades. Here, though, staring out at the horizon and taking notice of legion after legion of undying wretches, faced with a foe whose victory would mean their extermination, he felt no fear. Only determination, only solidarity with their ultimate progenitors, with the ones who had fallen at the hands of their Father -- to survive at all costs.

All. Costs.

Galak, his friend, the Emissary spoke to him, made it clear that they would blow the pyramid to pieces, and the Major offered a nod in support of the idea. They separated briefly, maneuvering towards their individual gunships, the one filled with Risen, and the other with Juggernauts, segregated into the two flying coffins. A final exchange of words, a final declaration of familiarity, of having faced similar troubles in the past -- at Yurb, they'd had an objective not all too different.

"Try not to lift too much alone this time. Your kin are here for you." He smiled, entering the gunship and preparing for its launch into enemy territory, where they would perform a suicidal task.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: Buy Time for Galak
Allies: Galak | Argaloth | Kelmor | Keldothera | Gorrge | Osam | Sylok'Vanari | Adrian L'lerim-Vandiir | Sethrak | Badar | Gordrak | Thogfer Kórdak |
Enemies: Ingrid L'lerim | Ellie Mors | Sekhari | Kascalion Giedfield | Darth Carnifex | Arctus Silmar
Tools: Axe | Sword | Shield | Armour

The elevator descended as Tathra and Kelda moved to the front of their forces. Two might skags awaited them. Tathra climbed onto the back of the Skag, Axe and Sword sitting on a diagonal axis across his back, he saw fear and anger in the eyes of the Draelvasier standing behind them. But not for him, this time - it was for those who dared threaten their home. Today, they would fight for the survival of their species, years of conquest. It didn't matter what differences they had, it didn't matter what doubts had been sown since Yurb. Now was the time for unity.

They sat in silence as the Juggernauts, Drones and beasts at their side watched the gates open. The Bryn'adûl forces were nearly a tenth of the size of the enemies deployed forces, but it would be enough - for long enough. It had to be. But the General was right, if there was ever a time for a speech.

It was now. With a nod to Kelda, Tathra turned around; yanking on the reigns of the Skag as it turned and strut along the front lines.

"Brethren! Today we are equals, and I will not lie! Today, many of you will die. Most of you. Think not of yourselves, think of the Warrios beside you - behind you. Think of your children and the generations to come, think of the truth we share in our glorious conquest! That is how we will win! Together! That is how we will survive! UNITED!"

Tathra took the Long-Axe from his back, its ruby blade exploding into a vapour of molten energy scattering into the wind, echoing the power of the Axe in his grasp, ahead of them - the leviathan began to form as the endless hordes of the undead Anubians engaged against their exterior forces.

Two Siege Towers flanked the ten-thousand strong army of Warriors. Their massive ballista's and dozens of turrets beginning to open fire on the enemy forces, moving outward from the gate and to the left and right sides of the dunes away from the main battle. The Siege Towers would use their massive tendrils to strike hundreds if they drew near. Above, dozens of Ra'mak war beasts would begin to open fire on the middling ranks of the anubian horde as the main force began to move out from the gateway. The Juggernauts beat their chests to the rhythm of battle, throat-singing as they marched.

Ahead of them, the necromancied forces of undead had swallowed the desert like a black sea - a horrid invention of the cowards who dared not fight their own battles. The anubians were puppets in this battle of Sith and Bryn'adûl. But all the same they threatened the safety of Draemidus, and for that they would all perish.

He looked to the pyramid, knowing the hand of Khaeus; Galak would see it done.

"This will be a TRUE test of strength! Set a fire in your hearts Draelvasier! Bare your fangs! Fight hard and die well! Fear not pain nor death! Forward! For the Drael!" He roared with all the might in his lungs as the gates closed shut behind them, the Skags moving at a pace so that the army on foot could keep up as they sprinted toward the enemy forces.

He did not know if he would walk away from this battle, but he was certain his species would survive.

 

[Sethrak]

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Post: 2
Objective: Outer-Defenses
Tags: Ostak Cl'mana Sylok'Vanari Argaloth
Inventory: https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/brynadûl-shadows-kasurigama.130564/ , https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/brynadûl-crusaders-sun-quaker-grenade.120044/

Did his ears deceive him?

The dead coming back to life? He was hit with a mixture of fear, and curiosity. Had the Sith found the infection of Ylesia? Was Ylesia their doing?

Curiosity turned to rage as he jumped to the conclusion that the Sith had caused the failure at Ylesia. However, the fear did not falter. If one outpost of infected defeated the Bryn and nearly killed Tathra and Sethrak, what could an army of undead do? Not only was it an army, it was aided by the living Sith. Sethrak hoped he would be wrong. He hoped that these undead weren't the same as the infected at Ylesia. He hoped that this wouldn't be the end of The Bryn'Adûl.

From his fear, he found purpose. His resolve had never been stronger. This battle was going to be the fight of his life and he would not fail. He would not allow The Bryn'Adûl to collapse, even if he had to sacrifice himself for it.

Then he looked up, scanning the horizon he saw it; the pyramid had a large green beam emitted into the sky. That hadn't happened at Ylesia, or at least Sethrak hadn't seen it before. Now he had hope. Perhaps this was a different type of undead. But was that a good thing? What if they were a new breed, bigger, better, stronger? He shivered at the thought and then cleared his mind of such stupidity. Even if these forces were stronger, the Bryn had faced undead before. They would have a chance now.

He needed to inform the men at the outpost. They were brave, but even the bravest of soldiers would cower when faced with uncertainty....and today, the only thing certain was the death of many Drael.

"Bryn. I have been informed that the dead have risen from the ground. We all know that this battle will be difficult. Our chieftain knows, this battle will be difficult. Only together will we win this. In battle, I expect unity, cohesion, and effort...not doubt, not cowardice. Fear is natural. Use your fear of what will happen if we lose to fuel your desire for victory. That is all."

He had no need to lie. No good reason to sugarcoat this. At Yurb, they assumed there would be victory. They were wrong, and the loss was devastating. Today, they would expect failure, and when they have victory, the rewards will be so much greater.

It was true, Tathra Khaeus, for all his faults, was leading a massive charge. Their goal was to stop the undead in some way, though Sethrak knew not how. They had to be successful. If they were to fail....the Bryn can't face the numbers that the Sith had mustered. Sethrak didn't trust Tathra to lead the Bryn'Adûl anymore...but today he begged for his success. It wasn't a matter of personal opinions. It was a matter of survival.

"May you have the strength of all the Bryn, Tathra Khaeus."

Sethrak said under his breath as he watched the cloud of sand rise, signaling the approach of the ten thousand Bryn.

He made ready for war.

 

[Sylok'Vanari]

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Location: Ankhypt Surface, Charging the Western Sands, Side of the Leviathan
Objective: Learn, Kill, Survive
Forces: Army of Ashaka Ik'Straktors | Scattered Drones | x3 Ashaka Battle-Masters (Ignore Necromancy, Not A Thing)
Gear: Model A - Verikast Drone Armor | Barricas Oil | Superior Restoration Mutagen | Barad Kukri | x4 Barad Impact Grenades |
Allies: Adrian L'lerim-Vandiir | Argaloth
Enemies: Arctus Silmar | Dok Varuut | Darth Acharon |

The words of the Zealot were drowned out, the shard of heavy dark energies puncturing through his concentration. It was true, thinking the worst, manifested itself in reality. The shudder of pulsating vigor from the polar side of the force ripped through him. The trickle of spatial red threads erupting through the skies like fireworks. Sylok's eyes widened as he watched the display take hold, it was evident to him now. The Sith harnessed the thick red threads of living force unlike those of their counterparts...the Jedi. No, this was completely different, unwavering in it's coalesced mixture of tainted influences. In one ruptured crack in the crevices of the void, a large threat was birthed, it's fifty meter height towered over the Undead Anubian forces and the Ashaka Ik'straktors. All Sylok could do is watch. It was a display of power he had yet to confront, but he trusted in his abilities to conjure his own threads of fate.

The circular rumbles of the force died down, the words of the young Zealot finally snapping back into their reality.

”So be it, brother, so be it!”

Sylok ignored the words, there was no time for banter. It was clear that the frustration from the Ravager finally gave way. In one hulking motion of determination, Argaloth and his other Ravagers launched forward. The sandy winds of Ankhypt carrying them closer and closer to their destination. Sylok took a deep breath, his white eyes honing in on the two figures atop the monstrous beast from afar. He would meet them, no matter the cost. The large beast posed a huge threat to the walls of their construct, even worse so to their survival. Before he called on the force to guide him in the charge, he looked to the "little Girl."

"We fight! Learn from them so that we may crush them beneath our feet! We move!" Sylok shouted, letting out a dull roar that revealed split ends at the tip of his tongue.

The next wave of Ik'straktors came ravenously over the eastern ridge, the sands of Ankhypt molding into a flurry of red, tall creatures screeching as they charged. Sylok gave one confident glance at the "little girl," and vanished into the ranks of Ik'straktors. He dashed in and out of small spaces through his own forces, each of them screeching louder with each passing second. Sylok could feel his feet dig deeper into the hot sand, his heart beating to a melody of war. Sylok continued pick up his pace the thoughts of the past slowly motivated him. They faced eradication before on Ylesia, but the Draelvasier proved they couldn't be taken by an uncontrolled virus. They faced defeat at Yurb, but the Draelvasier proved they could endure. Now, they faced a threat to their existence and they would prevail, survive like they always did.

In one splendid motion, the force wrapped itself around Sylok. Finally, the true color of the Draelvasier threads wove themselves onto the battlefield. A blanket of yellow and orange swirled around the Life Weaver like a shield. It was natural, untainted like those of his adversaries, it gave him confidence, confidence that the force was truly on their side no matter its indifference. Tiny pricks of numbness reached the small tendrils that dawned the back side of his head. The sensation moved to his hands, the power gripping around his lengthy fingers all the way to the sharp edges of his claws. Finally, a surging thread of bright orange, that only Sylok could see; was stripped away from the air. Sylok's presence bathed in it like a child meeting water for the first time. It was fresh, clean and powerful. It was a piece of the force that survived through the turmoil around them. Most of all, it granted him the necessary elements to reach the perching cowards above.

With a powerful scream, the gaping maw of the Aeravalin shifted. The sharp razor teeth glistening in the sun, a clear mucus stretching from top to bottom. Until the clear saliva snapped and the force bellowed from below. A swathe of unpredictable power came with it and before Sylok could adhere to the firepower striking the army below, there was silence. The pockets of air hitting his eardrums were like an assault. The threads of fate had launched him higher and higher into the sky. Without hesitation, Sylok stiffened his body straight to slice through the turbulence, the force guiding him the whole time. He focused on the Leviathan, inching closer and closer, till he reached the cusp of its side. Sylok dug his claws in deep, careful of being shaken off. The creature tried to respond, but Sylok was too quick, he remained.

He couldn't allow the Sith to take control here, whether it killed him or not. Still, as he hung off the side of the beast, one thing was apparent.

They would pay with blood.​

 

[Kelmor]

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Objective: Hold the Wall
Post: 2
Allies: Tathra Khaeus | Galak | The Bryn’adûl
Enemeis: Kascalion Giedfield | TSE
Equipment: Two Crusher War Maces

Kelmor watched from the battlements as Tathra led a force of thousands against the newly formed army of the undead. The Sith sorcery caused his blood to boil, such a cowardly way to fight. A roar left his mouth, echoing across the sands and getting lost. For a moment, everything seemed to fall still, before a screech seemed to answer him.

Then they began to move.

On instinct, Kelmor began to make his way off of the Wall. He had no ranged weapons, and he preferred to be up close and personal with the enemy. No, he would meet them with the defenders on the Killing Fields themselves, and lay waste to the hordes himself. Tathra's army wasn't too far ahead, he could make his way towards them and bring up the rear if nothing else.

Unbeknownst to Kelmor however, another foe would be approaching him. One he would meet face to face.

 

[Keldothera]

Objective: Hold the Wall
Allies: Tathra Khaeus | Thogfer Kórdak | Kelmor | Hrajlmak'Natok |
Enemies; Ellie Mors | Sekhari |
Equipment: Kukri | Glaive | Kraker | Splitter |

When she looked at him, she believed in him. And she saw that same awe in the eyes of those standing behind and around her. They called him so many names, father - creator - leader - sire - chieftain - commander - precursor - warrior - kin. But they all meant the same thing, whether Tathra knew it or not he was everything to the Draelvasier who stood before him.

Whilst yes, it was their duty to fight with Tathra. But it was their honour to fight for him.

His words resonated through the legions of Juggernauts, through her. Together they would survive this, their unity made them strong. When she looked down upon the many thousands of undead, in her mind she knew this was the time of the Draelvasier, of the Bryn'adûl. NOT the Sith. NOT the Anubians. The Siege Towers every step sent thundering vibrations through the sand underfoot as their forces began to move out from within the safety of the walls. There was no turning back now. She readied herself to fight, to die if she had to.

The battle ahead would be one of hardship, but hardship they would overcome together. The black horde stunk of death as it fought against the Ashaka abominations.

"We follow you, Tathra. Now and always."