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

[Sekhari]

Post: 5
Location: Superstructure
Objective: Cut the head off the snake

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Sekhari glared coldly at Tathra, ordering her guards to not interfere with a wave of her hand. She twirled her double bladed lightsaber hilt skillfully, force lightning rippling through her arms and fingertips. "Come then.", she said, her eyes beginning to glow a bright misty green, the unbridled rage building up within her would fuel her for the fight to come, the rage of the Anubian people made manifest within her.

Using the force, she moved towards Tathra with unnatural speed, unleashing a whirlwind of fury as she levelled a series of swift, rapid strikes towards his defenses, intending to score glancing blows upon at first, so she might get a better idea of his pain threshold and level of endurance. She kept up the pace while doing this, so she could readjust her position swiftly once her opponent attempted a counter attack. She intended to gain full measure of her foe, hoping to keep him occupied so she could study his form and therefore plan a sufficient counter against it.

Multiple constructs were brought down by the defenses of the superstructure with relative ease, alas. They were ancient weapons and as such not entirely the most durable against sustained artillery fire. Still, those that remained were certainly doing their part, for however long they'd last. The Bryn'adul were proving stubborn opponents for the larger undead army, many of the risen falling due to their enemy's physical prowess. Still, they wern't suffering a shortage of manpower yet. With the Sith now taking to the field, the undead had done their part beyond Sekhari's expectations.

Still, the defenders at the pyramid held as best they could, using it's traps and twisting corridors to delay the undead army's destruction for as long as they were able. Many of them knew they may not survive this crucial task, but they would gladly give their lives to ensure a chance for Ankhypt's future. But they would not give those lives easily, as Galak's raiding force would have likely taken notice of by now.

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

 

[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 | 12/12 Hollow Hungerers
Tag(s): Osam | Gorrge

Background music:
Sabaton – Last Dying Breath​

Ingrid was basically a sniper, but she was trained for melee as well as for distance. In a place like this, where the life of a sniper was difficult now, as it was inside a building, so only the possibility of melee remained. Ingrid was weaker than the men, so she compensated for this with dexterity and speed, even without Force being able to compete with those who used Force. She knew this, for she had prospered without the Force for a long time.

She finally heard her opponent talk, but apparently it wasn't for her, but for the one fighting the smoke demon. She didn't understand the words, she had no idea what it was all about. And the man attacked, again, much like he had before. It took a moment for the calculation in the woman's mind that she had jumped backwards earlier, that is, into the air, so the other could expect that, maybe. This was the most common way to fend off such an attack. Even on Zeltros, the woman showed this to AMCO during practice. Only here she didn’t fight her lover and it’s not just a training but a life-and-death fight.

Since Ingrid had very little chance of getting close to her opponent because of the man’s physical strength, she would soon have to show what she was capable of. It was for this reason that she reached into the Force and, when the kukri had reached her, concentrated and teleported just behind her opponent. Because they were standing face to face before, they were now back to back, so the woman spun as fast as possible and tried to cut her opponent. She was actually targeting the part where the other seemed most vulnerable.

She didn't want to kill the man, just cut him, she wondered how much the poison would hurt a draelvasier if it got into his bloodstream ...

Meanwhile, the demon fought the other man who was there, eventually taking the form of the opponent facing him. However, since the demon did not have any weapons, he could rely solely on his physical strength. That's why he jumped at Gorrge and tried to hit the man in the face for the first time. At first he tried to assess the strength of his opponent and how resilient his skin was, he just played with it. After all, he still had time (even injured) to try to evaporate him.

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[Keldothera]

Objective: Hold the Wall
Allies: Tathra Khaeus | Thogfer Kórdak |
Enemies; Sekhari |
Equipment: Kukri | Glaive | Kraker | Splitter |

The battle raged on, so many undead. Kelda fought with Glaive in hand, slashing through them as they came. It seemed as though as quickly as she killed one another took their place. Then, the message came from within. The undead had risen inside, now it was truly important for them to hold the line here. There could be no retreat or they would be trapped between two lines of overwhelming enemy forces. There was no way they could survive it, even if they managed to beat back the Sith and the hordes of Anubians.

The far end of the Glaive pierced the chest of the undead, throwing it overhead as another came at ber back. Kelda roared with as much ferocity as she could muster, rising as she thrust backward into the skull of the anubian, throwing it aside as she rose to battle her onward. All around her, warriors were dying. Galak needed to succeed, and soon.

"Fight on! We cannot stop1"

If Galak and his kin didn't have success, it wouldn't matter how hard they fought.

 

[Osam]

Objective: Survive
Equipment:
Kukri
Verikast Drone Armor
Assault Carbine
Pulverizer Sidearm
Tags:
Ingrid L'lerim (Tango Partner)
Gorrge (Duel Ally)

The Risen-Sraelvun relied heavily upon his ploy. He recognized the power disparity between the gathered individuals the moment that he'd seen them, had observed the unnatural apparition, and immediately determined that whoever held its leash must be empowered with significant strength and ability. He'd only seen greater confirmation of this hypothesis when she'd managed to easily dispel his first attack by means of evasive action, and then compelled a new squad's worth of undying entities to assail the forces that'd come to support him.

He spared a glance just in time to see the shadowy ghoul manage to strike down both the arisen facsimiles and the devoted Risen. He couldn't tell whether any had managed to survive the great blow, or whether they'd all been sent into oblivion, but ultimately their participation in the battle seemed to be all but over. Those who had lived would have broken bones, and doubtless need to fend off whatever ravagers had also maintained coherence -- they'd writhe on the ground and fend for their own lives, unable to stop the fight.

One seemed to have managed to survive the purge of forces, the Risen who'd first thrown their Kukri in an arc, and they now seemed intent on fending off the specter. Osam hoped that they'd be successful, but he put little faith in it. The Major refocused himself, the arc of projectiles having completed its spray, awaiting the moment when the woman would inevitably leap into the air, and he'd be able to pin her with burst after burst of rounds. He waited, time seeming to slow in anticipation, and then, when his eyes re-opened themselves after an eventful blink, he discovered that she'd disintegrated.

His immediate instinct was to scan the air, to see if she possessed either a thermally-powered aerodynamic tool, or else wings of some form or another, but he saw nothing. There was pressure at his back as something gently made contact with him, so close as to be unavoidable, and he began to spin about on his feet, not quite aware enough of what was happening to warrant the speediness which he might've possessed had he been wiser. He managed to twist about ninety-degrees before the piercing stinger of the vibroblade lanced across his leg, just below the Verikast covering of his thigh, striking against the exposed flesh there.

The turn had been an error, he soon discovered, as the momentum drew the weapon across a greater length of his skin, rending it asunder with an almost delicate-looking touch. The blade barely had to even touch to tear... such was the strength of such weapons of war, that they could cut just as substantially as any plasma sword. He completed his turn, eyes locking onto the woman before the pain struck him, the flood of poison driving directly into his bloodstream, latching onto the torn muscle and fat with the voraciousness of all chemical compositions.

A pained shriek sounded off, like the whine of an insect's legs. It carried on and on, not losing its intensity even after the blade had fully withdrawn away from his body. He'd been touched with fire before, and so he knew that thinking of the sensation as a sort of burning was incorrect, improper even. In his agony, he couldn't even hope to consider a proper analogy, a metaphor for what he was feeling, a token type of suffering that would cover over the immensity of this suffering. His mind was alight with torture, with the sensation of someone driving a flaying knife into his thigh and deboning him like a carefully prepared delicacy.

No amount of flash-training or battlefield experience could've prepared him for the touch of the poison, and in such an uproar, there was no hope of careful schemes or cunning escapes, no semblance of intellectual prowess. Only instinct and despair.

Objective: PAIN STOP IT STOP THE PAIN STOP IT.
Equipment:
KNIFE
WORTHLESS SHELL
GARBAGE
DEATH

The problem was in his leg, and it was wretched. Terrible to the point of death. Osam fell back on what he'd always known -- the elimination of problems, the assault of things that got in the way of life. He barely managed to grasp hold of the Kukri before it'd been plunged straight into his own leg, a raw and disturbed mess further cut into with the point of a Zealot's knife, a spray of viscera as more of it was severed away, blood and ichor spewing onto the dirty floor of Ankypt... and with it the poison.

Slowly, the disturbance that'd so interfered with his coherence began to fade away, and though his leg was warm and wet with the wound, it was not enough to keep him from his next problem.

The Sith was still here, the fiend, the meal.

The hybrid lashed out with his arms, wrapping them around her legs, and twisting like some great predator of the water, hoping to bring her down onto the ground with him, where the vicious swords she'd brought would be ineffective. All the while his mind hummed with a desire to bite into her, to tear victorious spoil from her carcass, to devour as he'd always done.

 

[Galak]

Objective: Hold the Wall
Allies: Tathra Khaeus | Osam | Gorrge |
Enemies: Sekhari |
Equipment: Triad Chaingun | Verikast Armour | Cleaver Axe | Crusher Mace | 2x Brumak Charges
Riding: 58 Juggernaut Majors | 2 Ravagers |

As they drove deeper into the Pyramid, it was almost like a maze. Loosing more and more of their own to the traps, Galak was getting irritated. He knew every second wasted would be hundreds more dead by the amassing hordes of undead. They had to start making walls of their own, they had a Warlock among them so they could hone in on the power source, but it seemed like it kept moving. Or the pyramid kept moving them.

"Karldak? Ravage."

The largest of the two Ravagers responded with a grin, charging through the stone with enough force to tear an AT-AT's chassis open. They'd play by their own rules seeing as the Anubians and their sorcery seemed to be eventing their rules on the spot.

The large group continued through corridor after corridor, encountering large forces of resistance. Undead, Sith and Anubian warriors alike tried to stop them. Force apparitions and the like tried to play with their minds but all the same they continued on, cradling the Brumak Charges as they went. There wasn't even a scratch on them yet, and their Juggernauts would keep it that way even if it cost them their lives.

"We need to keep moving, the Bryn'adûl is depending on us! Tathra depends on us!"

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: Stop the Sith
Proximity: Keldothera | Tathra Khaeus | Thogfer Kórdak | Kelmor |
Enemies: Sekhari | Arctus Silmar | Ellie Mors |
Equipment: Staff & Cuirass
Beast: Hadad

The entire battlefield would shake and tremble, the desert sands would dance across the surface as something incredibly powerful and massive moved toward the thick of the undead horde and its Sith enforcers that still waited outside of the conflict with Tathra's arm.

The Primarch's body trembled, hand clasped around his staff as gold embers whispered from his shut eyes. Moments later, his eyes shot open as he looked down on the battlefield below. Hadad had passed judgement on the Sith, and deemed that they should be buried under the sands from which they crawled from. Now, they and their pathetic beasts would fall to the immense strength of the Bryn'adûl and their mastery of nature.

The Shamans had spent many years mastering the ways of the force. The Sith would learn there was no depth to the strength, their will to survive surpassed the ferocity of a weak and feeble empire.

The massive Hadad would begin its attack, a nearly four kilometre spread of the enemy forces would find the ground beneath their feet beginning to collapse, the massive black spires that dotted the body of the massive Servitor stood nearly as tall as the automatons, crushing some as its massive body slowly churned through the sand below.

DIE NOW, STH SCUM.

 

[Badar]

Post: 3
Objective: Support the ground forces from above

The assault continued, with the Butcherer's bombardment making a significant indention in the Sith forces every few moments. Regardless of the efforts, the Bryn forces were still outnumbered. The Sith horde was relentless.

Badar couldn't come up with anything else he could do to help. He couldn't risk moving the ship closer nor lower, and the guns could only shoot so fast. It seemed his only course of action was to continue the bombardment and hope for the best. It was irritating. The Baedurin shipmaster yearned to support his comrades more. To remain here was to be locked away from the fight, restrained, while his kin and his chieftain fought a losing battle.

Yes, he was helping in a major way with the bombardment. That being said, it wasn't enough. Badar wanted more. He simply couldn't provide it to the Chieftain.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: Buy Time for Galak
Allies: Galak | Argaloth | Kelmor | Gorrge | Sylok'Vanari | Osam | Adrian L'lerim-Vandiir | Sethrak |
Enemies: Sekhari
Tools: Axe | Sword | Shield | Armour |

As expected, she drove at the Titan.

When the anubian priestess attacked it was with ferocity and speed, an unnatural speed beyond what humans were typically capable of. But he was far from human and nor was he unfamiliar with the augmented.

When she came for him, Tathra held his Sword in his right paw; waiting as she struck a number of blows, holding his Axe horizontally and low, patient. Tathra used wide strides to avoid a number of them, quickly stepping back in as she swung from her right side. He raised his sword just above his head into a hanging parry guard, arm aimed down with his blade running parallel to the outside of his gauntlet as the lightsaber blade connected with the sword.

In the same motion of movement that the lightsaber blade connected with the sword Tathra stepped wide with his left leg, simultaneously stabbing forward with the Axe, aimed at her abdomen with enough force to cut her bisect her.

 

[Adrian L'lerim-Vandiir]

Reidun Amersis
The Little Girl, Zealot minor​

Location: Pyramid, Ankhypt
Equipment: 2x Barad kukri | The Bryn’adûl Pulverizer | Barad Special Operations Armour
Enemies: Telis Taharin-Zambrano

The events took place around Reidun, who continued to fight the endless army of the undead. Of course, such a fight cannot be escaped without injury, so the girl has already suffered quite a few minor or major injuries. Nothing that would have seriously hindered the fight or been life-threatening. Rather, just something that is just a little painful and confusing. But since she was a warrior, she could pretty much ignore that.

But she still found no challenge in this fight, the whole thing was so impersonal. Other times she really always found joy in the fight, but now she wanted more to have it all over. The girl wanted a live opponent who was challenged, who wasn’t just a dead thing and capable of moving. Others might have been impressed by this thing they could see here, but the girl was not one of those people. She continued to prefer opponents who lived.

And now she didn't see much of it. Was there such a person in the pyramid? The girl wished she knew this, she wanted to go there to find out, but since no one had called her yet, she was still out there. Given her search for a living opponent again, just as before, she didn't care if the opponent was stronger than her. She just finally wanted an opponent who was breathing, no matter if it was much stronger than her and she had no chance against the other.

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[Kelmor]

Objective: Kill the Strange One
Post: 3
Allies: Tathra Khaeus | The Bryn’adûl
Enemeis: Kascalion Giedfield | TSE
Equipment: Two Crusher War Maces

The skeletal face which stared back at him only made Kelmor angrier. He hated the undead, and this being was one of them as far as he was concerned. Stomping forward, he threw aside a Anubian who'd stumbled into his path, before crushing its head with one of his maces. A laugh escaped his monstrous jaws as his opponent rose to their feet.

"This will be easy, Strange One" He said softly, more speaking to himself than the being before him. And then the thing moved, a blade of white plasma slicing into the meat of his thigh. Kelmor roared with anger and pain, raising both maces above his head before bringing them down on where his opponent had stopped post-strike.

It would not be as easy as he had anticipated. But now he would prove himself against a worthy adversary.

 

[Seer Kalanthir]

Objective: Observe
Allies: Galak | Tathra Khaeus | Primarch Drek'ma |
Enemies: TBD

The serpent had arose from the depths and crushed thousands of their enemies in moments. The power, the reverberation was cast across the battlefield as the Draelvasier fought tooth and nail to destroy the Sith and annihilate their enemies. The Sith had been fools to attack so close to the homeworld of the Draelvasier and now they would pay the price for their lack of vision.

Can you feel it - Primarch? The wind howls in favour of the Titan. Our worries shall subside and our strength wil blossom into a new era of strength for the Draelvasier.

Dangers lay ahead, of course. But the tide was beginning to turn, with the Servitor unleashed upon the undead and their forces rallying to the aid of Tathra's Generals it would only be a matter of time before the Draelvasier won the battle. The force, forever wounded in this land was in their favour. Undead were unnatural, forbidden.

The Sith taste the flame of true strength.

The confidence and unity that the Seer exuded flow out like a telepathic wave, using battle meditation to support their forces. They would survive this battle, and beyond.

 

[Cara Dorniarn]

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

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Blue sparks washed over rock as her fist slammed down on the research node, obliterating the vessel and cracking the stone beneath it. Gusts of wind whipped from the east, bringing with them veils of dust and the clamor of silica striking her visor. After dragging the saddle bags closer she overturned the larger rocks at her feet then dug a shallow impressions into the sandy soil. She would retrieve the probots and gear later-- or never at all. But as long as they remained hidden she would be satisfied with the loss. The saddle bags dropped with a muffled clink then covered, and as Cara pushed the rocks back she heard a rumble.

No sooner had she turned did the hand shoot from the flurry that rushed in the air. Its palm smacked into her helmet and fingers wrapped about its back, an immediate snap resounding as the armor came under stress. She threw both hands up and seized the digits to try breaking their vice grip. Despite her desperate tearing the creature continued to press down, slowly forcing her neck and spine to curve backward. Her knees had begun to buckle under the weight as a crack split across her visor.

Only an arm and hand strapped with thick carapace were seen as the rest of the attacker's form remained obscured in the dust cloud. She slammed a fist into the forearm but kept a remaining hand gripped around the creature's wrist, believing the lie that her mechanical strength could hold it back. Further and further the engineer's back was bowed. Whatever gripped her craved to hear a break, feel the desperation of final moments, and rid the dunes of such weakness. Between the fingers latched onto her helm Cara saw the figure lean closer.

Not by you.

A pained roar exploded from the creature as her straightened fingers cracked through its forearm's carapace, lancing its flesh then pulling out a fistful of meat. Cara felt the pressure lift from her spine before realizing her feet had left the ground. The thing spun on a heavy heel with Cara still in hand as he catapulted the engineer into the air, launching her back toward the fray.

Hurtling from the dust cloud her body slid across the sand and onto a soft rock. Coming to, Cara put a hand to the crack on her visor as she got up on an elbow, looking down to realize the rock was actually a dead legionnaire. As she got to her feet she heard the shuffle of sand to her left. Against her better wishes she was in view of the superstructure and even more importantly in the middle of battle, and a Bryn'adul had just chosen their next target.

"And not by you, either," she whispered, lifting a leg to slam into the sand below. Though weak the vibrations snaked through the ground and fed her what information they could.

She pulled her arms up in a boxer's pose while checking the time on her helmet's HUD.

"Let's dance."

 

[Kascalion Giedfield]

Location: The Killing Fields | Objective: Study and Kill the Bryn'adûl | Lightsaber: X | Armor: X | Tags: Kelmor ​

The swipe found purchase through the meaty thigh of the titan, proving the titan's claim of ease wrong with violent pain. Yet, while it was enough to prove to Kascalion that these beasts could be hurt, it would require a lot more effort and far more strategic strikes to beat him. Chest, abdomen, perhaps remove the arms, the head if possible. Anything to bring it down.

He could not think of that at that moment, however, for the heavy twin maces of the titan bore down on him like tidal waves in a tsunami. The Devil barely had time to roll out of the way to the side of the Bryn'adûl, and the impact of the blunt weaponry still shook his bones and nearly toppled him over. The strength of the great warrior was undeniable, but he could not take the time to marvel at it.

Not wasting any motion, the Devil lunged at the titan with a downward thrust while the maces were still on the ground, hoping to slice down one of its shoulders. Step one was to prove he could injure it. Step two was to weaken its offensive capability. Whittle it down. Turn its menacing existence into nothing more than a dulled, brittle blade.

 

[Adrian L'lerim-Vandiir]

Reidun Amersis
The Little Girl, Zealot minor​

Location: Pyramid, Ankhypt
Equipment: 2x Barad kukri | The Bryn’adûl Pulverizer | Barad Special Operations Armour
Enemies: Telis Taharin-Zambrano

More attacks, cuts, more exploding bones. In fact, there was already a smaller or perhaps larger pile of undead “corpses” lying at the girl’s feet, but the undead still didn’t want to run out. They were still there, they came endlessly, and her brothers were all fighting them. She wanted to see that there was red rain here, that the enemy's blood was soaking the sand, but the enemy also refused this from the girl.

Reidun was still looking for a live opponent, but still couldn't find one. Why? She didn't even know how many times she'd asked herself that question. She was just sure she had no idea about it. She couldn’t answer the question, or if this place wasn’t so important to them after all, why were they attacked? Although a terrible thought came to mind at the time, is it possible that the whole thing is just a diversion from something else? She hoped it wasn’t like that and this enemy really was just that capable.

Of course, there are many undead, but even then, they can probably be replaced, but if the one who controls them - because she hoped someone controls them I don’t just exist on their own - will die, then that will be over. Because if not, it can take a very, very long time for these undead to be created again and again. Then it is possible that it was not practical to keep this planet. Although it will no longer be her job to decide on this later.

She had only one thing here to keep killing the endless army of the undead…

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[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: Stop the Sith
Allies: Seer Kalanthir | Tathra Khaeus | Keldothera | Kelmor |
Enemies: Sekhari |
Equipment: Staff & Cuirass
Beast: Hadad

The great serpent continued, tearing through the planet surface like a whirlwind of fury. Drek'ma's ultimate achievement, the master of Hadad. It was shwon in how the ginormous creature danced through the ash and sand, culling any and all in its path as it swerved through the enemy lines, its massive black scales cutting down automatons as it carved a path through the enemy. Nothing they had brought, nothing they could muster could quite compete with the sheer power of the force that Draelvasier commanded.

But it was not only that, the Seer reached out and empowered them all. The battle meditation strengthened the connection of all Draelvasier, it empowered them to just feel. The courageous sacrifice of those on the sands of Ankhypt was not lost on the Shamans, Warlocks and Ashaka upon the battlements nor the Seers who stood on valiant watch. They felt their deaths as well as their victories over the vicious Sith.

Indeed the Sith would find that this world would never be theirs, and the worlds of the Bryn'adûl would never succumb to the blades of those fighting for selfish wants. The Draelvasier fought together to survive, to thrive.

Fight as one!

 

[Keldothera]

Objective: Hold the Wall
Allies: Tathra Khaeus | Primarch Drek'ma |
Enemies; Sekhari
Equipment: Kukri | Glaive | Kraker | Splitter |

With a cry of exhausting, Kelda sunk her Glaive into another. But the sounds of terror came from the ranks on her flank as a storm of undead came crashing over them. Kelda called out as she was torn from her Glaive, a physical tidal wave of flesh crashing against her as she was attacked by the ravenous anubian skeletons. Roaring in response to their shrieks, she punched her fist through ones face; the large group scattering around her as she took the Kukri from her belt - striking and cutting one of them in half. They struck at her from all sides, slashing with bone weapons and claws at her joints, one tore the shoulder pad from her upper forearm, butting down on her exposed arm and into the body glove.

Kelda growled in pain, pulling the undead over her shoulder - slamming it into the ground as she turned around slashing wildly in all directions as the came at her. But almost as quickly she was blinded. A massive sandstorm swallowed the battlefield whole. No doubt caused by the arrival of Hadad, the ground trembled under her feet as the storm continued. She couldn't see, all for the undead charging at her from every angle.

She threw the Kukri, killing one. But her heart leapt at the thud of a chariot approaching. Another one of their Kings, looking to take her head. She leapt aside, barely dodging the swing of the Kings sword as he came for her. She wouldn't die here, not to some undead King. Her place was among the living, and she wasn't above returning this unsettled corpse back to the ground. She took the Kraker from her back, firing all four chambered bolts into the ground on alt-fire. She waited, baiting the King.

"Come on then!" She roared, the chariot racing toward her.

Three. Two. One.

The Chariot and its King came for her, at the last second Kelda jumped away as the explosive rocked the chariot onto its side. The General rose before the King did, the undead anubian swinging with a blade. Kelda dodged the first blow as the second went for her ribs. But, his weapons and tactics were outdated. Kelda caught the blade with her underarm, yanking it away as she tore the Kings arm off, letting it drop aside as she battered him against the chariot with her bare hands before tearing his head off.

 

[Badar]

Post 4
Objective: Continue the bombardment
Tags: Tathra Khaeus

Wave after wave of Sith Forces fell to the aerial bombardment, and then every other wave would fall to the 10,000 Bryn below. It was working. But as Badar had observed from the very beginning, it wouldn't be enough to win the battle. Whatever it was that they were waiting for....it needed to happen quickly.

Badar decided to contact Tathra, hoping that he was still alive, and even more unlikely: That he was in a position to respond.

"Chieftain, this is Badar, is there anything else we can do to assist you?"

He waited for a response, knowing one was unlikely and that there was probably nothing he could do apart from the bombardment.

 

[Galak]

Objective: Hold the Wall
Allies: Tathra Khaeus |
Enemies: Sekhari |
Equipment: Triad Chaingun | Verikast Armour | Cleaver Axe | Crusher Mace | 2x Brumak Charges
Riding: 54 Juggernaut Majors | 2 Ravagers |

Galak and his team kept moving, that was the focus - keep moving. The anubians were coming from any corner, even the territory they had already covered. The anubians knew this pyramid better than they ever would, it made it tough. There was only so long before they were on top of them, they had to get their charges into the heart of the pyramid - according to the Warlock they were getting very close. But the anubians were everywhere.

The bolt of a blaster staff singed his back, through gritted teeth the Emissary turned on his heel and fired back, blasting the anubians face into dozens of little pieces with a Carbine. He preferred the Triad, but in these close quarters it wasn't so good. They needed the Ravagers and Warlock to get the door open, but the anubians kept flooding through the way they'd came. They'd lost nearly twenty in the last few minutes. It was bad.

"Captain, keep going with the troops. I'm going to try and hold them back a little. I'll be right behind you!"

Galak kept firing, fighting. Fighting as long as he could until the bodies were stacked through the corridors and the Carbine had run dry. He should've asked for more supplies from the troops. But then again, they knew he was done. Galak took the Axe and Mace from his back and stood into the length of the corridor. There must've been at least six coming from each direction.

Galak backed up into the centre of what he only realised now was a sort of crossroads. Or well, they had made it one by breaking through the walls. He raised his weapons.

"Try."

 

[Arctus Silmar]

The Shaper

The Iron Crown|| Whilstone of Prowess|| Whilstone of Acuity
Whilstone of Power|| Acharn|| Urfael|| Mithralian
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Allies: Dok Varuut ; Darth Acharon ; Taeli Raaf

Enemies: Argaloth; Sylok'Vanari ; Primarch Drek'ma

Foces: Synia

As Cyrus aided the Shaper in weaving a punishing, swirling vortex of Force Lightning, the Shaper gazed down upon the large Drael currently throwing themselves at his Leviathan. The stomping, rampaging beast grabbing the smaller Drael that got in it's way before it's grasping tendrils fed their bodies into it's gaping, slavering maw. The blister-traps on it's back rending their souls free of their bodies and the Shaper's eyes fell closed in a brief moment as their knowledge, their thoughts, everything they knew as Drevalsier was fed into the Shaper's mind. Among these thoughts he learned their language, as intrinsically known to him now as any of the Titan's children. He knew of their tactics, at least as much as the average trooper might know, as well as knowledge of their true father and leader. The Titan.

The Shaper hummed for a brief moment before he was then made aware of the dangers faced by the Brynadul, things they would consider weakness, and nodded ever so slightly. His eyes opening slowly, at first, before a new thought was fed to him from the Leviathan. A knowledge of a presence of the Great Wyrm, Hadad, and the Shaper's eyes fell to the sand below them even as Argaloth and his warriors halted the Leviathan in it's tracks. Drawing the beast's attention to them as it's forefront claws snapped and attempted to crush the life from them. To feed them into it to try and satiate it's never-ending hunger. To feed their souls to the Shaper and grant him their knowledge.

The Shaper turned and, directing the lightning he and Cyrus had gathered, lanced out a potent expression of Force Lightning from the back of the beast. The jagged, purple bolts of energy arcing among the soldiers of the Brynadul below with carefully practiced precision and just enough force behind the ability not to slay them outright, but to overload their nervous systems to allow the Leviathan to grasp them and devour them. Turning to Cyrus the Shaper would pause as a Brynadul was deposited on the back of the Leviathan. An odd specimen that the Shaper was thoroughly unimpressed by. 'Coward' it yelled, 'amusing' he thought, before motioning to Cyrus. "Join Dok in slaying this creature." He instructed, eyes glancing down to Argaloth and the other large, savagely powerful creatures with him before he commented to Sylok in their own language "Enjoy your duel creature. If you can slay my apprentices, perhaps I shall take you for study."


Paying Sylok no more attention the Shaper leapt from the back of the Leviathan and toward Argaloth and the other Ravagers, landing somewhat near them and giving himself time to mentally contact Taeli Raaf with his newly acquired information. He did not know much of her, but he would nonetheless address her with some modicum of respect for her skill at their craft. "Lady Raaf, these creatures are horribly susceptible to the cold and you will find they possess a behemoth of a wyrm..." As if on comedic cue Hadad burst forth through the sands and the Shaper sighed as it hewed it's way through the legions of undead. The supposed desperation of the Brynadul in their defense meaning little when they commanded such an oppressive beast. ".... which is the personal war-beast of their 'Titan'. It, like it's fellow kin, are susceptible to potent acidic compounds. Do with this information what you will. I've pests to deal with."

The Leviathan would buck and rock as the sand beneath it became unsteady and the beast would move with the Shaper's instruction to more favorable footing, leaving the Shaper to battle Argaloth and his Ravagers separate from it and his apprentices. With the Whilstones shining, blazing atop his crown, the Shaper would lash out into the ravager's minds with a booming telepathic voice in their ow language. Making it very known to the ravager whom his opponent was. "Come, foolish brute. Come and face death." Summoning Acharn into his free hand the Shaper would hurl the long spear not at Argaloth but at one of his ravagers' the weapon thrown with unnatural strength, enough to match a ravager such as himself as the Whilstone of Power suffused the Shaper's body. The throwing being aimed for the ravager's throat as Urfael was drawn from the Shaper's hip, it's ancient blade beginning to smolder and hiss with unnatural green flame.

 

[Seer Kalanthir]

Objective: Observe
Allies: Galak | Tathra Khaeus | Primarch Drek'ma |
Enemies: Arctus Silmar

The battle meditation over such a massive battlefield was a strain, the Seer indeed wished he had his fellow Seers at his side. Together they could even perhaps overpower the undead curse, but alone all he could do was hope he provided enough support to those on the ground. The Titan would win them this battle, there was no doubt of that in his mind now.

Emissary, I plead to you now. Ensure your task is complete. Fight now, fight for all you could and could not be.

The winds howled the cry of death for the Sith and their weakling forces. He turned on the battlements, seeing the cruel machinations of the Sith - instead of any truth the Sith would hope to simply consume about their people, the feeble drone in his grasp would know little of importance and what he did know was entirely blocked out by the powerful telepath.

They would need to deal with that leviathan, a disgustingly unnatural but powerful beast. Yet, nothing compared to the power of something such as Hadad. He turned his thoughts to the Primarch.

Destroy the creature Primarch, end this pointless conflict. We will survive beyond this!