Dominion &nbsp; The Bryn&#039;adûl | Charted Course of the Diamondback Celestial - Dominion of Krinemonen III

Osam |

Adrian L'lerim-Vandiir
THE DIAMOND BACK

Through the cross roads does this angel leap, celestial bounds across the stars of magnitures greater than light can tell. It weaves its own path, burning and boiling through the great spacious anomalies. Like froth and bubbles of boiled water, its reality bleeds into ours. If one, can call it a reality. A boundless stream of conscience with no concept of space nor time.

But now the Diamondback is bound by these concepts, it cannot return home. And for that, it is angry. It rages against those it deems responsible for summoning its power. Yet, it finds similarities in those of kinship. Beings of power made manifest by the actions of the Galaxy.

Titan.

Even so, more interest in found of the shadows of its children. Sorcerers, Warriors and Servants. Which was which?

A whisper, a notion given to all.

Tathra Khaeus · Feb 27, 2021

Objective: Discovery
Post: Three

The control room was empty, save for what equipment remained, he cautiously found himself standing over the surveillance equipment. His palm, hesitantly floating over the mind stone embedded in its surface. He had to know, but instincts told him he would not like what he saw.

He forced his palm over the stone, connecting to its systems. They had been corrupted, warped through telepathic ability beyond his own - the tampering did not want him to see. Yet, he pressed on. His will contested it, they were his Warriors. His prodigy, his legacy. The Titan would know all that it possessed.

Images flashed in his mind, his Draelvasier were driven mad just like the Sith. Shadows moved on their own, even watching it felt like something was looming over his shoulder. They were eliminated quickly yet painfully. That was all he could see, his own paranoia limiting his abilities to perceive further; pulling himself from the mind stone back to the cold solitary confines of the gloomy control room.

Tathra turned on his heels, looking about. Shadows, moving. It was here. It was active.

"Whatever you are. You will have no more of my kin."

Sethrak · Feb 27, 2021

Post: 3
Objective: Insanity Prelude

They had reached the cave, inside it was Dark, cold, and wet. The ground crunched as the Drael followed Sethrak into the Abyss, stomping on dead fish, sand, dried undersea vegetation, and other objects normally under the mighty ocean. As both a precaution and a simple way for the group to see inside the pitch black cave, Sethrak had conjured a ball of light. Any creatures ahead may attack the light as an intruder before attacking the Bryn party. Hopefully.

Sethrak was still afraid, the creature could be just moments ahead, or worse, it could have already struck outside of the cave, killing the other Drael and stranding The Warlock here. He tried to reel in his thoughts, he was thinking of the worse case scenario. It was possible that the creature had left this planet already.

They were now several hundred yards into the seemingly unending cave, still there was no sign of life. Yet.

Another fifty or so yards in and they found something. Light. Not Sethrak's light, but that of someone or something else. Sethrak killed his own light, telepathically telling his troops to hold. He would not send them ahead to what may be their deaths. Fear consumed him yet he moved ahead as quietly as a Drael could. At last he had reached the turn. Once he stepped forward the source of the flickering light would be revealed.

He took one deep breath, then took the step, his muscles tightened as he braced for whatever may come his way.

But nothing happened. Or rather, nothing bad. His heart was pounding like a fist striking its' target but the only thing in front of him was a small fire. Around it, a handful of terrified Sith. Suddenly a female one screamed, falling back and scrambling away from Sethrak. The Warlock understood their language, though he rarely spoke it. She appeared to be saying something on the lines of "No more! It's here! Oh please no!" which, as Sethrak understood, were cries of fear.

The other Sith seemed paralyzed, shaking and staring at Sethrak. He had seen fear before, from friend and foe, but never had he seen fear like this. This was pure terror. These humans couldn't move out of pure terror. The Force shook with the strength of a thousand tremors as their fear bombarded Sethrak. He couldn't use it to see in their minds, their emotions were too strong.

On any other occasion Sethrak would kill these useless creatures, but today was different. They were afraid of something else, not him. Perhaps they would have answers. The Warlock slowly laid his weapons down, then in the deep voice of all Drael he spoke his best basic. "Peace. What happen?"

There was no answer as the woman continued her screaming, now simply gibberish, only the words "no", and "creature" could be made out.

This was pointless. Sethrak called the rest of his troops to come to him. They would find answers one way or another....

Primarch Drek'ma · Feb 27, 2021

Objective: Insanity Prelude
Post: 3

Drek'ma followed the trail of scattered, deranged thought deeper into the damp cavern. What he found, was not expected. A cowering group of chitinous creatures. A family perhaps, his instincts were to begin one of his sermons. But he doubted they would understand or be of any use if he scared them.

Paranoia ate away at them, like rats gnawing on the soul. He felt it too, the impressions forced by the entity. He would not yield to its whims. He moved with haste, arms held wide as he slowly approached. His telepathy reached out to the cowering amphibians, calming them steadily as he closed the distance.

The more settled a mind, the more easily he could access it. He bent down onto one knee, using his stave as a counterbalance, still towering over the amphibian creatures. He awaited for the approach of one.

He extended his hand, beckoning the second largest of them forward.

Galak · Feb 27, 2021

Objective: Insanity Prelude
Post: Four

Before either reached each other, an intense wave of fear shrouded the Warlord. Galak could feel his own thoughts, his worst anxieties like they were maggots, crawling inside his head. His hands pulled at his helmet, instinctively trying to pull the maggots from his membrane to no avail. The maddened Sith snickered as Galak heard the snapping blip of a grenade being set.

His instincts recognised it, but it was buried in so much mental noise. The explosion racked the corridor as the Sith leapt at him - exploding everywhere, soaking Galak in blood as he was thrown against the wall.

At the very least, it shook him from his state of panic. Galak gasped as if he could breathe again, pain writhing through his chest where the impact had hid. His armour scratched a pearl-silver from shrapnel.

"Be careful... suicide bombers, panic waves...ugh..." He growled as his body ached.

He wasn't even sure anyone could hear him.

Keldothera · Feb 28, 2021

Objective: The Tears
Post: Two
Tags:

Seer Kalanthir

Keldothera was glad the Seer was alright, they'd only just got here and there wasn't much chance of them leaving anytime soon. She took the Carbine from her back, using a hand signal and a thought 'bravo' through the mind stones to her Juggernauts.

They spread out from the Seer, creating a tight perimeter around him as they slowly progressed forward. This planet felt so wrong, she didn't want to be here.

"What are we looking for, Seer?"

Tathra Khaeus · Feb 28, 2021

Objective: Discovery
Post: Four
Tags:

Sethrak |

Osam |

Adrian L'lerim-Vandiir |

Nothing, no challenge from the beast. It wasn't interested in him, not at the moment. Good. He exhaled, relieved. His shoulders sloped momentarily, the tension in his body causing him to almost ache. Tathra raised his right gauntlet, mentally linking to the Mind Stone above his palm.

"Divine." His eyes skirted round the control room once again.

"Chieftain, we hear you."

"Get this message to the deployment on Krinemonen. There's something coming for th-" Tathra was cut off as some blinding energy consumed him.

It pulled at him, gnawed. Like it was tearing him apart, molecule by molecule. His flesh, his armour - everything pulled into the void.

"AAAAAUUUGH!" Beyond, there was nothing.

Tathra grasped at his chest, bare bar his clothes. No armour.

Where had he been taken?

Adrian L'lerim-Vandiir · Mar 1, 2021

Reidun Amersis
The Little Girl, Zealot minor

Objective: Discover
Location: Outside the outpost, Krinemonen III
Equipment: 2x Barad kukri | The Bryn’adûl Pulverizer | Barad Special Operations Armour
Tag: Open

For now, Reidun searched in vain for not finding much clues. What it was, too, was just traces of destruction. It means, one that didn’t reveal much about what caused it. In some places she saw a burnt, charred corpse that seemed to have died while fleeing. So looking at these bodies for the first time as she set out to do so, she was really sure they had died while they tried to run away. That is, they saw what was happening to them. Interesting! At least she came to that conclusion.

Then suddenly she also saw the light in the sky; looked up curiously, followed by whispers. The Little Girl hadn’t met the Force much before (at least on her own “skin”), so all of this was pretty unknown to her so far. She had seen enough battles not to find it scary, just curious. In the meantime, communication also took place.

As she heard the Cheiftain's voice be interrupted, then her communicator no longer sensed their leader's communicator; the man was gone. She immediately raised her head and looked in the direction of the complex. Reidun didn't really know what to do at that moment.

The light in the sky grew stronger, as did the whisper.

Something approached…

Hrajlmak'Natok · Mar 1, 2021

Post: 3
Objective: The Tears
Tags:

Keldothera

Seer Kalanthir

Hrajlmak stopped dead in his tracks and spun to face the Warlocks behind him. Their faces told him the same thing. They were awash with unease. Confusion. Hrajlmak searched his mind in a desperate bid to falsify what the three of them felt. But it was impossible. Just like that, the Chieftain was gone. On a planet marred with white noise and overlaid in terror, his was the beacon all Draelvasier could gravitate towards. And that beacon had been instantly snuffed. Before the intel even arrived, Hrajlmak knew that what was left of morale on Krinemonen III had been eviscerated. He turned back to face the rest of the unit. Their comms all chimed in with the same alert. That something is coming, and the Chieftain is unresponsive. Murmurs began to permeate the quiet Krinemonian wind. Uneasy eyes searched for answers and found only more questions. Hrajlmak found relief in the Primarch's presence, but even that was muffled and slowly drowning. Hrajlmak and his Warlocks began to seed the minds of all Drael with some semblance of confidence and determination, but making up for a Titan gone dark would prove to be a daunting task.

Osam · Mar 1, 2021

Post 5
Objective: A

The satisfaction that came with the discovery of possible survivors was rapidly dissipated by the appearance of an entity of tremendous presence. There was no sense of perceiving the arrival of the abominable cosmic creature, though that didn't stop Osam from attempting to locate it. Eyes shot around the small space of the listening outpost, glancing at walls as if though they might suddenly melt away to reveal the terror. It was incredibly unnerving to have its notions be thrust upon the consciousness of those around.

It thought of them as little more than beings locked within the shadow of their master, and yet, as one might find joy in the tiniest insect, it seemed to derive some significance from their position at the Titan's rear. Questions about their purpose and their nature flooded through in wordless waves, sensations of duty and honor and servitude. Osam was no Force-wielder, and so the thing recognized that of the two categories provided he could only fall into one or the other: Warrior or Servant.

Osam did not desire to be either. Anything to survive, he would become any profession, serve any purpose, accomplish any misdeed if it meant his existence was preserved. If the abomination accepted this quasi-answer, it did not deem it necessary to respond, but the weight seemed to lift from him, as though it were scouring the others for their intentions. The communication suddenly began to go abuzz with voices - the Chieftain had seemingly vanished, or at the least, they'd lost connection to him.

Panic spread throughout the ranks at the loss of their figurehead. Panic at the prospect of facing whatever terror had stolen him away without even a struggle. In the midst of this terror, though, was the disturbing sense of opportunity that often reared its ugliness whenever prospects were untimely and negative. If the Chieftain did not return, then orders would still need to come from the Divine Brutality. It was the flagship of the Bryn'adul. If anyone would seize his position, they would do so from the Divine - if any would pay homage to the new leader, it would be done there as well.

"Pack in, Drones. We are returning to the Divine Brutality. Move!" He shrieked at the gathered Sraelvun.

Sylok'Vanari · Mar 1, 2021

Post # 1
Planet: Krinemonen III
Location: Coastal Surface, Contained Zone - Boiling Waters
Objective: Seal the force's tears.

A swathe of death funneled through the thick air. Dry cracks formed in the sands where water once resided. It was clear, not only to the Ashaka, but the Seers that something increasingly dangerous was afoot. The first thing that hit them all as they exited the gunboat was the smell. The putrid consistencies of scorched waters had formed a rare malicious act for miles. Dead aquatic life floating to the top of the bubbling ocean before them. It was here that Sylok realized that a deeper darkness resided here. The lingering tendrils of the force blanketed the area. Hues of bright red erupting from the water before him. It seemed whatever had caused the disturbing leftovers had succeeded in its accuracy to kill. The force felt fragile though, almost as if the life source of the planet and the inhabitants were leaving this plane of existence.

While strange, the Ashaka members began. The first of their sect, inspected the waters, each careful enough to gain samples of the occurrence within. Besides the evident boiling ripples that continued to pop and spit upward, there could be an underlying cause besides the internal heat of the water. The second group began with their own research, only this was a more advanced approach. A small group of five gathered, and with little hesitation a stone and metal piece stood in the center of their circle. A burst of energy sprung to life as one miscellaneous Mage stepped into the center. The Scripter placed his hand on the earth and the unique craft. The Ashaka exerted their power as a conduit for their brother a way into the past, while brief, for the sake of answers. Many of them hoped this would prove useful.

Finally, the last group resided with Sylok. Three others remained alongside him. They weren't his usual subordinates, instead they were hybrids. Both of Ashaka and other sects within the force ranks for the Drealvasier. This mattered little to the weaver. Instead it meant that the Seers trusted in them as much as they did himself. Regardless of the Seers approval or not, it wouldn't mean anything if they came up empty handed in their mission. Multiple readings were detected and while others landed elsewhere to deal with similar disturbances, Sylok's ability to see the force in its true raw form, gave him edge.

"I understand now." Halik Tam said. She was built like a Baedurin, odd for an Aeravalin as strong as her in the force, but accepted throughout the ranks of all. "I can feel its weight."
"Sister, you know why we are here." Yek Trell's voice was stern and scratchy. "We hav-"
"Silence!" The aggravating tone of Vedkar interrupted both mages. "I can hear the force whisper, it speaks of more death."
"Death..." Halik Tam paused, her words coming out in a confusion of thoughts. "I thought we were here for something alive."
"If we are lucky, nothing will be alive here. Anything that can survive this will be a force to be reckoned with sister."

Sylok allowed them to talk amongst themselves, not that it was within his right to stop them. Instead he was preoccupied, as more threads of the force began to flood the skies. Only, after the amount of time he stood in silence; he turned to the three brave force users and grinned. Sylok's teeth slide with a tightening snap. The words more clear to them all as they left his insidious mouth.

"We travel North, while you can hear it Vedkar. I can see it. Our mission is up there." Sylok pointed at a close mountain. A shimmering hue of the force hiding in an ocean of red. One thread presented itself to the Weaver, the color a pitch black, like death.

Galak |

Osam |

Seer Kalanthir |

Tathra Khaeus |

Adrian L'lerim-Vandiir |

Sethrak |

Primal Architect

Tathra Khaeus · Mar 2, 2021

Objective: Discovery
Post: Five
Tags: N/A

The white expanded out before him, a space with no defining characteristics. It did not obey the rules of his own world, vast - yet empty. The ground beneath his feet only remained as long as he knew he needed it, dissipating beneath his feet. But he didn't fall, there was no drowning sensation, no quick sand. He fell, like a leaf with no wind nor ground to settle on.

When he found footing again, the world moved as if he was upside down. Shifted and curved, colours he had never even imagined blossomed on the edges of his periphery. Colours he couldn't comprehend, his eyes seizing with pain as he tried to forget them. His mind ached, and that was when he heard it. He could hear his Drael, like whispers as the entity approached the planet.

Whatever it was, the power it possessed was unlike anything he had ever seen. Even the Bendu paled by comparison, but his power was different, direct. This was a Celestial. No doubt, but where had it come from?

Galak · Mar 2, 2021

Objective: Insanity Prelude
Post: Five

Galak couldn't feel himself, his mind was warped and his body was numb with pain. His eyelids, heavy. Whatever was tugging at him, it was winning. His breathe slowed as he lost all sense of nerves in his hands were gone.

He could still breath, but only enough to make him feel like he needed to sleep. Galak fought, fought as hard as he could to stay awake. But it wasn't working, he was being taken by forces beyond himself again. Fear cut threw him like a knife, he didn't want it to happen. He didn't wan to lose that control again. His muscles screamed for him to move, he screamed but his lips didn't move. Nothing was under his control.

One arm rose, reaching the Carbine on his back. He took the weapon into his struggling, stiff fingers. But before he could do anything more, the Warlord passed out. His mind swept away as the maddened Sith made their way towards his vulnerable body.

Osam · Mar 3, 2021

Post 6
Objective A

The uncomfortable silence and trepidation that had accompanied their first shuttle ride had vanished. The Sraelvun whispered and spoke among one another, each reconfirming the facts that they had received, each one hypothesizing what it would mean for them and for the Bryn'adul. It was a sort of stress-relief to constantly assess in the hopes that something vital might've been accidentally skipped over, and the solution could be a simple one. Osam did not join them in their contemplation.

Instead, his thoughts were entirely upon the Divine Brutality. Even after he had concluded with docking with the larger vessel, his mind did not leave the subject. It was vital that he was here if they were to discover the slain corpse of the Chieftain, or any of the major Warlords. Morality's stinger thrust itself into his soul, issuing forth a pang of distress as he considered that Galak could ostensibly be among those lost to the cosmic horror. He hoped that his dear friend would survive the outcome... he would do what he could to assure it.

How many of their highest command members were currently upon Krineomonen III? The Chieftain had vanished, but it stood to reason that he might've been taken to the surface below... or to somewhere far away. Warlord Galak was supposed to be leading an expedition of some form below. General Keldothera was accompanying the wicked Seer Kalanthir. The Primarch too - the mightiest of their beastmasters was supposedly exploring.

What if they were all dead? Who was left? Who would command fall to? Osam would be sure he was on the Divine Brutality to discover the answer.

Seer Kalanthir · Mar 3, 2021

Objective: The Tears
Post: Three
Tag:

Keldothera

His pace hastened, moving toward one of the tears or veils. The Celestial moved through the cosmic space above, glimmering lights shifting, overshadowed as some cumbersome thing moved through the sky. The tear was not one that could've been seen with ordinary eyes, not until he revealed it.

The naked eye cannot perceive that which I seek.

His hand ran the length of something, like the strange rumbling of air as if too much heat ran through the wind. With arcing fingers, threads of almost transparent energy came apart.

But one must reveal a wound to heal it..!

With a grunt of exertion, a white glare cut through the very fabric of reality as the Seer pulled at the threads with both hands, effectively sowing it back together. With the force at his will, the Seer shut tight the tear in the veil. The screaming from the depth of the planet, staggered and broke as its influence was weakened.

The more we shut, the weaker its influence will become.

Or so he hypothesised. He had no time to worry for nought, Kalanthir had work to do.

Keldothera · Mar 3, 2021

Objective: The Tears
Post: Three
Tags:

Seer Kalanthir

"Whatever you're doing, do it fast." Was her only reply, her and her Juggernauts holding a perimeter around the Seer. It was only a matter of time until whatever had wiped this entirely system out decided it didn't like them hanging around.

But she didn't expect it to come from inside their own ranks. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her Captain turn his Carbine toward the Seer as the white tear was ripped open. She instinctively dropped her own Carbine, taking the Pulveriser from her hip and firing at the Captain in the knee.

She didn't wait for her brethren to react, tackling him to the ground as she spouted incoherent garble, fighting to aim his Carbine at the Seer.

"Stop Durak! You are being controlled!"

Primarch Drek'ma · Mar 4, 2021

Objective: Insanity Prelude
Post: 4

The large amphibian ambled toward him, long bone-like fingers reached out to the forehead of the creature. He reached out to the primitive telepathically, he needed to know what happened. Their thoughts, melded - even though their thoughts were equally primitive, the mind of an innocent told no lies.

He found their memories, entire hives of the underground networks boiling alive as the few near the surface escaped, ill and burnt and hungry. Families of creatures and Sith puking up their bodies quantity worth of blood and organs, forcibly suicidal as others were driven mad with genocidal blood lust.

A pantomime of their own invasions played out before his eyes, whatever had done this intended for them to see it. It was mocking them. The creature pulled back, traumatised by the events that had unfolded. He understood now, what was happening here - to them. It was what had come to pass for the inhabitants and the entity that had swatted shipyards out of the sky like flies was coming for them.

Galak · Mar 4, 2021

Objective: Insanity Prelude
Post: Six

Heavy eyelids refused to open as serene light shun in from every direction. Feeling returned as his discomfort faded. Ease, washing over the bruised and blistered skin of his plasma burnt chest and arms, damaged by the grenade explosion only moments before. His pain reminded him of where he was. Galak shot up like a Minor caught sleeping on watch by the Captain.

His lack of balance had him nearly fall on his face as he tried to rise, blinded by the white light. He swatted at it with his hand, instincts telling him it was a flashlight, leg kicking out to knockback whoever's barrel he was staring up.

Nothing, everything and everywhere was a sterilised shade of the clouds. All that were left of reality were the whispers. There was no depth, it was like looking at a painting in every feasible direction.

Primal Architect · Mar 5, 2021

All across the System -
Tags:

Sethrak |

Sylok'Vanari |

Seer Kalanthir |

Galak |