Dominion The Bryn'adûl | Consequences and Deliberations | Dominion of Garel

[Primal Architect]

The Bryn'adûl | Consequences and Deliberations | Dominion of Garel

Garel was a quiet world, recently converted into a strip-mine factory for the Bryn'adûl. Garl even with its proximity to the Sith Empire is a secluded respite world, its additional facilities used for the training of force sensitive Draelvasier and a resort for the severely wounded. There were few evolved mutagen factories that dotted the planet, all working in cohesion with the medical centre.

All across the planet, issues of different kinds and troubles draw the eyes of prestigious Draelvasier of all kinds.

OBJECTVE: BYOO
Explore the world, expand Drael lore and write your own story.

 

[Sethrak]

Objective: Out-fight the others
Post: 1
Tags: TBD

Sethrak waited in the pod as it rocketed towards the rocky planet Surface. It would land near a Bryn’Adul strip mine, where some kind of massive beast had been harassing the miners.


The simplicity of this mission had prompted Sethrak to take some weapons he typically didn’t use. First, he had a spitter bow. The bow, capable of using several ammunition types, was also lightweight, quiet, relatively quick to shoot, and came with a grappling hook….an extremely useful tool considering the terrain of the mine. As ammo, the Warlock had twenty normal arrows, two grapples, and two arrows with Impact Grenade tips for good measure.

Beyond the bow, the Warlock had a Barad Kukri. This was a small sword, typically only used by Zealots, but Sethrak had taken one for the extra mobility it provided, as well as the size. While the strip mine was mostly open, the Warlock wanted to try his hand at a more diverse selection of weaponry, and the Kukri was an excellent choice. It was a zealot weapon, but he had snatched the small weapon for his own uses. Snatched...it wasn’t stolen but he didn’t ask. He was a heretic, who cared if he snatched a weapon not designed for a Warlock?

He closed his eyes, preparing for the battle. He had killed many things in his lifetime, and this creature would be no different. His true objective was to show his combat prowess. The Bryn lived around war and conquest. Achievements decided the respectability of a Drael, and today he would climb the ladder, and become more respected by the others. He’d do this by landing the killing blow, or saving a fellow Drael.

The pod was about to land.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: Hunt the Spider
Post: One

It was some time deep into the morning, the first light of the sun cast a gale across the planet that hugged the mountains like a dense overcast fog in the pitted valleys among them. Tathra crouched down on his knee, a thick navy cloak sliding along his features as he examined a set of tracks. Large and rather strange but oddly familiar.

"Fresh air." The Titan crumbled, speaking to himself.

There was only one reason that the Titan had personally come to Garel. The patrols of the nearby strip mines had made reference to some sort of creature that traversed the rockface. It was said to be nearly forty foot tall, massive spider-like legs that allowed it to stealthily clamber through the mountain range. It intrigued him, perhaps it was a sister-species to the Giant mountain climbers from Eld. The way they described it, he half hoped it was. The last time he had seen one, he had to run. He was so much younger, weaker than he was even now in his elder years. Today would be a good day to test himself, to test his grit against the creature.

That was of course, if it was real. But he hoped it was, indeed he hoped he could find it. There was something so beautiful about the immense power of the cosmic force and the entities it summoned from hellish plains to reality to penalise the living. But indeed, he always enjoyed it when two of those entities collided. He followed the track down a ditch to the end of a half swallowed cave, a small stream that seemed to run under the mountain. His curiosity was indeed tentative, he wanted to know what was in there.

But he would exhaust other options first.

 

[Ostak Cl'mana]

Post: I
Objective: Eliminate a high-risk heretic without being detected
Equipment: Ceremonial Shaman robes
Tags: TBD

The Enforcer Overseer of the Tachael-Vemnak entered one of the largest strip-mining facilities on the planet, donning his typical Shaman Beast Master disguise.

The planet was a fairly new conquest, and Ostak had been temporarily placed as the system’s overseer alongside his Kesh system duties until an Overseer could be appointed by the Council to the Garel system. Soon after the establishment of Ostak’s transitory Tachael-Vemnak group to the system, Enforcers had caught wind of a high-profile case of heresy among a leading officer in the mining facilities recently established on the planet. With most of the Overseer Council’s Blood Enforcers stationed in or near the core systems of the Bryn’adul, it would be up to Ostak personally to use his extensive experience to eliminate the heretic.

Ostak moved to a secluded corner and pulled out his special communications stone, one distinguished from those used by the rank-and-file by the presence of a small Tachael-Vemnak symbol, the Bryn’adul emblem with an orange top and bottom portion of its diamond. On the stone were several reports from Enforcers seeded into the mining facility on the topic of the suspected heretic.

She was a Shaman Field Commander who formed part of the directing council of the facility, using her considerable talent in the Force to manipulate native and imported fauna for industrial purposes. Yet there were rumors that she sheltered Tenabrak using resources granted to the mining operation from the Ish’makra, rumors which had been confirmed by photographic evidence caught by an Enforcer. Another report claimed that the Field Commander was secretly training the Tenabrak in insurrection tactics designed to engineer a coup, with her mining executive position being a mere ruse.

Next, Ostak considered the reports and considered his method of eliminating the Field Commander. If she was training Tenabrak rebels, then it was likely that she would stay close to them and use them as guards in case she was investigated. At the same time, the Tenabrak would have to conceal their physical forms and identities, turning any close-range engagement into a trap waiting to be sprung. Instead, Ostak could use a long-range weapon to snipe the Commander out of public view, leaving the Tenabrak, deprived of their patrons, to be eliminated one by one at the hands of the Enforcers undercover on the planet.

Settling on the sniping strategy, Ostak set off to purify the ranks of Garel’s miners.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Post: One
Objective: Train the new generations
Tags: N/A

The Titan was off ignoring his own internal issues by hunting a massive creature of some kind - if it wasn’t even real. Apparently that was up to debate, intriguing indeed but that wasn’t what the Primarch was here for. Whilst Tathra was busy with all that, Drek’ma remained silent as he watched from a reclined seat.

He watched as various acolytes attempted to control adolescent Rhivaks, failure after failure but that was to no one’s surprise. Some were naturals, quickly forming bonds to generate trust and obedience from the animals whilst others indefinitely struggled but nobody got it right on their first try.

Not even he did.

The beast masters worked with the adepts, teaching them to hone their abilities. Their primal instincts were un-tempered but they would soon change that. But, ultimately all that would be required to find those with real aptitude would be persistence.

“Again.”

 

[Sylok'Vanari]

Objective: Find the Source of Damage, Collect Samples, Find Solutions.
Location: Surface of Garel, Northern Reaches, Production Facility #2
Tags: TBD
Post # 1

The planet of Garel had been a mundane star. One that sank it's teeth into the advancement of industrial complexes to bring business and economic success to its people. The height of its true achievement came from major shipping hubs in a time long ago. Now, the Draelvasier had scouted the industrial beast. It would prove a greater asset in the grand scheme of all things that encompasses their great empire. Not because of its already established factories and cities, but the resources that sprung from it's rocky terrain. The Drael would eradicate everything and everyone they needed to in order to start the terraforming, but first a precedent began to trouble Srael in the northern reaches.

Osam and his crew were sent first. They were told of structural issues with Site One. Sraelvun workers reported odd disturbances that prevented them and the production facility from running around the clock. It was unacceptable and a solution had to be implanted. Even more troubling, another crew of Sraelvun workers from a second site ushered for help. One facility being completely stopped and damaged was frustrating. Two weren't allowed. In a more ironic fashion, The Order of Ashaka gained interest in the reports. In their stead, arrived Sylok'Vanari. With him, more workers, each of them Srael. They were efficient enough to begin repairs. For extra safety, a few battlemasters tagged along with the renowned Mender.

Most were confused by their arrival and rightfully so. Sylok and his subordinates were meant to be dispatched in dire situations, more often in war to bolster the Draelvasier ranks. Those things didn't matter though, not to Sylok. He knew the capacity of his own men, each capable of healing the wounded. While few were wounded, many of the battlemasters would leave to tend to those who were hurt. Some even reported sickness. It was clear to Sylok, something strange was afoot at site two. ​

 

[Sethrak]

Post 2

It landed, shaking as it buried itself in the ground and then growing silent and still. Sethrak opened the door, the outside light causing him to squint. He didn’t delay, immediately stepping out of the pod he looked around, grabbing an arrow in his offhand in case he’d need to attack anything quickly.

Fortunately, nothing attacked him….yet.

Around him, several pods dropped, the doors opening immediately as the Drael stepped out. There were five...one Baedurin, one Aerevalin, and three Sraelvalin. The Baedurin had a large two-handed mace, the Aerevalin had a spear, and each Sraelvalin had a carbine. The drones would bombard the beast from afar, while the bigger, stronger Drael kept it’s attention in melee combat.

But for now, the group needed to find the beast.

“Spread out, tell me if you find anything and we will converge on your position. Do not engage unless necessary.” the Warlock quietly said. This would be a boring search. Hopefully they’d find the beast sooner than later.

 

[Osam]

Post 1

All of the bloodshed and violence could very nearly be forgotten in the tranquility of a world such as Garel. It seemed altogether to be a relatively quiet world, composed of several vast and stretching deserts and a number of rocky outcroppings that served as suitable places for more permanent construction. Perhaps it had been the presence of so many of these sedimentary juttings that had first brought the idea of strip-mining the planet to whichever scouting group had arrived so many months ago.

For all the peace of the world, it was not quiet by any means. On the contrary, there was a significant amount of industry and construction underway at nearly all hours of the day. When the local luminary arose to signify the beginning of a new rotation, the work continued - and when it had fallen asleep, and the twin-pair of lunar bodies had lifted themselves from their own rest, the buzzing below of Sraelvun laborers and their superior masters greeted them all the same.

Of course, silence and peace had never been permanent fixtures. The Bryn’adul and their mighty crusade had taught that lesson to the galaxy in more ways than one, but it had nevertheless come as something of a surprise to many to learn that the production facilities on Garel had run into an unprecedented amount of trouble. Emergency signals had gone out to other corners of the growing Draelvasier cloud of influence, and thousands upon thousands of their kind had responded, ready to put down whatever threat sought to end the lives of their kindred.

Osam was one of these rescuers, dispatched alongside a band of Risen overseers and several dozen Sraelvun laborers to assist in the clearing of a collapsed mine somewhere in the far North of the production facility. Supposedly, the issue there had been primarily structural, though the area reeked of a great deal of tension, the air pregnant with omnipresent anxiety.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Post: Two
Objective: Train the new generations
Tags: N/A

The Shaman adept drilled again, some finding success whilst others continued to fail. The Shamans were the first institution of the force within the Bryn’adûl. The warlocks and Ashaka were an afterthought but that didn't matter. Many believed it did, many thought it somehow made the other claasses of Force Warrior inferior, but it did not. They were just as useful.

Many Draelvasier were strong-armed by tradition and peer prejudice into believing their only value was as a Shaman but they were wrong. Beast mastery was often something that came to those that were born with it and there was no shame in lacking one thing when one could contribute another. That was what was most important, contributing to the whole. It didn’t matter how you did it, what truly mattered was that you held true to their beliefs.

Warlocks and Ashaka did that just as much as any Shaman. He watched their movements, practicing standard sets as some allowed the force to flow as others simply forced it out from themselves, forcing themselves to wield powers that were not inherent to them. Drek’ma was a powerful telepath, but he didn’t need to look into his students' minds - telepaths often lost that ability to observe, however he had been sure not to.

 

[Sylok'Vanari]

Objective: Find the Source of Damage, Collect Samples, Find Solutions.
Location: Surface of Garel, Northern Reaches, Production Facility #2
Tag: TBD
Post # 2

They had landed hours ago and the mines held a dusty cloud in the air, that at times grew heavier the deeper they went along the facility. The other battlemasters that remained with Sylok each used a method of their teachings to light the way with tiny orbs, each fueled through their talents in the force. Then they stopped, the air cleared and a steel structure with dozens of Srael greeted them.

"What the-" Asekma's words were cut off as the closest worker interrupted.
"The silos doubled over from a quake, some argue it's from The Runners." The Sraelvun worker said.
"Runners?" Asekma asked, his scaly brow cupped upward. Tendons tightening with curiosity along his cheekbones.
"They're like spiders…" The worker paused. "Very big spiders."
"Why aren't they dead?" Sylok's voice was stern, holding a cold tone.
"I agree with the Mender. Are you all not capable of eliminating such a simple threat?" Asekma backed up his brethren..
"We...We've killed many. They keep coming, but our facilities have lost power and many of our mines are slowly becoming decimated from these persistent creatures." As the worker finished more workers nodded in agreement.
"Very well, let's solve the first problem right away. I want the battlemasters and the extra workers to fix the power, they have Drael Stones capable of restoring the facility. I will investigate further."

Sylok gave the order, if these creatures were causing issues they would have to be dealt with quickly. The integrity of the mines were crucial to keep their resource farming on a decent timetable. Sylok would make sure to return to the Titan with good news, he hoped Osam was faring better than his own crew. ​

 

[Galak]

Objective: Fix my Head
Post: One

The rest of the galaxy seemed to fade away as Galak sat upright, he’d seemed to have fallen asleep outside. Though he wasn’t entirely sure if he recognized his surroundings, the greenery was remarkable but he didn’t quite understand why he was looking at it. Perhaps he had gone to see if there was anything wrong with the terraformer projects going on in the Super-Construct. It seemed as though on Garel they were experimenting with terraforming to see if they could generate specific flora even on red desert planets. This luckily, wasn’t a red desert micro-biome but rather just a microcosm of a peaceful forest world like Endor.

Galak rose, electing not to pick up his weapon. He’d rather relax if he could, strolling through the garden at a leisure pace. It made quite a difference from all the battles that had been fought, all the chaos that had consumed their great species. His body felt heavy, rugged and battered. He found solace in the beauty of the flowers, if only for a time. He had never seen a forest that didn’t have something in it that wanted to kill him.

Danger was part of beauty. He made his way through the tracks the scientists were using to monitor the flora. Many of these he didn’t recognise and it made him wonder how much he had burned that he would never see again. Though at least it seemed they were covering large quantities of unique and interesting flora from the worlds they had previously terraformed. The echo systems on the worlds they took didn’t just die, but evolved to exist in a realm where they could survive and thrive.

So far they had done well.

 

[Sylok'Vanari]

Objective: Restore the Power, Repair Damages, Find the Runner's Nest
Location: Garel's Surface, Northern Reaches, Production Facility #2
Tags: TBD
Post # 3

The crew split off to carry out Sylok's order. It was odd for him to take a leading role. It had taken time for him to understand his true power. While many knew him as a healer of their people, he slowly began to become a lethal Shaman in his own right. Ever since his meeting with the seers, he accepted the streaming threads of the force before him. They were constant. They were a permanent part of him and instead of rejecting them like an illness he learned to weave them into a destructive asset. These factors led other Ashaka to follow him. Truly, Sylok didn't know what they expected from him, but he knew what he expected from himself. He wouldn't allow others to dictate what he was or wasn't. Sylok would decide that. One thing he did know, he would protect them, teach them and show them his vision for the future for their Order.

Of course, Sylok's visions of the Draelvasier expanded further into the unknown. He knew this and the risk it could bring to their growing empire was impractical. His views didn't matter more than every Draelvasier. Tathra was a true king of them all. Sylok didn't want anything to do with the weight the chieftain must feel, leading them to war, time and time again. No, Sylok wanted expansion into other things, interactions with the weaklings could provide them with a better understanding of certain things, but all that could be discussed later. Now, in the mines of Garel, Sylok needed to fix things. ​

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: Hunt the Spider
Post: Two

Circling round the mountain took the better part of an hour, but the day was still very young. It seemed as though the tracks dotted the valley in such strange ways as if the creature climbed through them in the most literal sense like the Sraelvun workers had described. He was no stranger to tracking animals, the repetitive markings and even some old ones. Old tracks always told you when you were close. He could smell it on the air, the caverns were near silent. Entirely silent in this area, the other animals in this area had learned to live that way - why? Because there was an apex predator among them. Tathra wanted to meet it.

Maybe where the creature had fallen, perhaps having mistook its footing and left scratches in the rock. It all told the familiar tale, its lair or home was close. Tathra continued as the wind picked up, the calm gale of first daylight began to turn to fury as the navy cloak billowed in the wind behind him. Staggered steps up the steep lengths of the valley made the journey a slow and cautious one.

If he was as close as he thought he was, a misstep could cause an echo through the valley. Even in this weather it would undoubtedly be distinct, like ringing a dinner bell for the beast. The Titan didn’t plan on fighting it on its turf, at least nots its preferred turf. Its home would have to do, it’d be angrier but he had to travel all this way to even see it, so was he. He used his hands to navigate the steep edge before the next valley, coming round to the other side of the large mountain as to where the underground stream was or close enough.

The valley below was an incredible steep deadfall that led to a mostly dried up river by the looks of it. Halfway up the mountain was the mouth of a massive cave, shrouded in dark. From the mouth came a waterfall, but within was a lake. Warning signs indeed, it was big enough to be the supposed creatures' lair. Bones and similar tracks dotted the various points of entry.

It seemed as though his previous instincts were right.

 

[Sethrak]

Post: 3

They had searched for over an hour. An entire hour disintegrated, and nothing found. However, in the final minute, they had found a cave several miles out from the Strip mine. It didn’t seem right to the Warlock. A massive beast living in a cave? No, that wouldn’t be right. They would ignore the cave and continue searching the uneven terrain of Garel. Surely they would find something.

Suddenly the Warlock’s communication Stone emitted a message. There was a group of Sraelvalin laborers just few minutes away. They needed help, something was attacking them. They were undefended and transporting stone from the mine to a storage area. Whatever was attacking them, it was big, and it wasn’t alone.

Sethrak thought about the distance. It would be a long run, but speed was necessary if the laborers were to be saved. He sent the message out to his squad as well as his own orders, “Drael, get to the laborers with haste.” Short, but precise.

With his orders dispatched, he began to sprint toward the distress signal, prepared to fight whatever beasts there may be.

 

[Galak]

Objective: Fix my Head
Post: Two

He looked around the garden as he strolled, but something seemed off. Something seemed terribly wrong with the place. He was drawn to a blue flower, standing tall as its stem sprouted ong and red from the soil. Looking intently at it, he didn’t understand it or why he was looking at it. Immediately the plant began to die, decomposing rapidly. Galak was unnerved, stepping away from the plant as he went deeper into the garden.

Further on there was a small lake leading to the heart of the garden, Galak crossed a small wooden bridge across the stream. As he walked over he noticed the fish in the stream were all lying belly up - dead. He continued reluctantly further into the garden, finding a tombstone. It was of Draelvasier design. Shrubbery and moss covered up the name, Galak tore it away. When it came apart, he saw a name that made his heart jump.

PAVIUM.

All around him the rest of the garden and everything around him began to die and decay until nothing but ashes lay at his feet. He felt shock, fear even as blackness replaced the dome around him and the ash began to swallow him.

“No!” Fear ruptured inside of him.

Was he to die just like his friend had before? Full of fear and confusion?

 

[Sylok'Vanari]

Objective: Restore the Power, Repair Damages, Find the Runner's Nest
Location: Garel's Surface, Northern Reaches, Production Facility #2
Tags: TBD
Post # 4

After getting a few engineers and workers to follow him to the collapsing end of the mines, trails began to reveal themselves. Hundreds of them stamped with large holes leading deeper into a pitch black opening. The workers ignored it as they began to inspect the metal beams that bent. Sylok watched them carefully, before the first of the workers approached with news.

"We need a whole new replacement. Otherwise the other arches will come down. We could lose more men. We have the metal to make it, but it will take everything we've mines to do it. With the silo toppling over, it could take us months to catch up with our productivity." The Sraelvun worker explained.

"Use it, we will not lose anymore men to negligence. Get it done." Sylok's words were firm and direct.

The Weaver shifted his gaze back to the massive hole in the side of the wall. His white teeth snapped as he slowly approached it. Sylok placed his hand along the edges of the opening.

Wet?

A layer of mucus lined the gaping hole. The smell was that of a repugnant chemical. Sylok lifted his hand from the edge, placing it under the lights from above. The mucus color was that of white and pink. Sylok tried to grin, his teeth shifting in his effort. These weren't normal spider-like creatures. The Runners seemed to possess a characteristic that seemed strange to Sylok. He observed it carefully, his hypotheses spiraling through his mind.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: Hunt the Spider
Post: Three

He made his way back toward the other side of the mountain, just as carefully. If the creature left now, his hours would be wasted. He had to be cautious, slowly moving back down the dense landscape. Maneuvering through the steep drops and rocky dips in the valley. He didn’t want to alert anything, if there actually was anything in there nor did he wish to fall from the cliff-face of the valley down the eighty foot drop. It was a slower journey in some areas, but he knew the terrain now. It allowed him to cut the travel distance in half. He made it back to the cave entrance, luckily he couldn’t see much vibration wise or infrared. Nothing, not even small amphibious creatures lived in there. Definitely the big beasties territory.

He settled into a crouched position, undoing the clamps of the navy cloak enveloping him. The chill in the air would be nothing compared to the cold of the water, but it was all the same to him. Tathra dove into the water, swimming through the cave entrance. It seemed as though it was a complex system, the density of it implied that the tunnels below him went deep, very deep. Perhaps the creature was partially amphibious, one couldn’t be sure. He wasn’t, but he was eager to discover more.

Only every five minutes or so did he come across an air pocket high towards the edge of the caves, Draelvasier could hold their breath typically for four. Tathra’s best rate was somewhere between twelve and thirteen minutes. Massive lungs, slow down the beat of a heart - amateur concepts once one learned them. Up ahead there seemed to be a drop in the water in this area, a little secluded tunnel that led upwards. He headed for it, seeing something thin scuttle from it as he approached the water surface. It seemed like a long, spindly leg. That had him enticed, but it was a trap perhaps. At least, they were both aware of each other.

 

[Galak]

Objective: Fix my Head
Post: Three

As he sunk through the ashen floor he found himself rising from another, he was back on Nar Kreeta. Fighting amidst the blaze, fighting for his life. He heard it, Pavium. He turned to save him rushing to his friends aid this time only to be seconds too late once again. That torturous thought played over and over in his head as he tried a thousand times to save him. The battle, fighting alongside Tathra as he was wounded.

Did he blame the Titan for not being there? No - not at all. But part of him wanted to, part of him wanted to have someone to blame. But ultimately he knew that was the way of war. The battle played over and over in his dreams, hacking and slashing through the same five soldiers before Pavium died over and over in his head. It was too much, he didn’t want it - he didn’t want to face it again.

“NO!” The Emissary roared as he finally woke, sliding from his barrack bed. Luckily, the entire barrack was empty. He had the place to himself, after Ankhypt and Nar Kreeta he needed it.

 

[Sethrak]

He was close, but still he saw no fight, no beasts, or even the Drael that dispatched the signal. Worrisome. The Warlock slowed down, scanning the terrain. It was a dirt path where Drael often transported stones, metals, and whatever else they got out of the mines. In front of him, across the dirt path, there was a small hill with a boulder on it. But there was no beast, and still no drael.

Behind him, his squad was catching up. Now he had five extra pairs of eyes. If they didn’t see anything, then there was likely nothing out here. But where did the signal come from? “Drael, search the road and the surrounding area. I’m moving to the hill.” he said, walking toward the hill. He notched an arrow…..he had a bad feeling about this.

As he advanced he felt something tingling his spine. It was The Force, something he knew very well now. Immediately he stopped, and raised his bow to a ready position. It didn’t help with what was now coming towards him: Rocks the size of Skags were now rolling down the hill, just a few seconds away from hitting the Warlock. He ran toward the rocks, now at the steepest point in the hill he jumped over one. He had but a second to avoid another boulder, stepping on it in mid-air to thrust off of it and over another. There were now three boulders left, and only one was headed towards him. This one was a smaller, rounded one. He sidestepped, and it rolled by.

While he had dodged the boulders without injury, the Drael on the road weren’t so fortunate. One Srael had been struck and crushed by the biggest boulder. Another was pinned under a second boulder at the legs. The Baedurin was fine, it appeared that he’d caught the smaller boulder. Impressive, even for a Baedurin. The Aerevalin had been out of the way from the beginning, and the last Sraelvalin was behind the Baedurin.

Sethrak looked back up the hill, his heart sinking at what he saw. About fifteen Drael of all kinds, though mostly Srael, were looking down at him, weapons drawn.

Great.

 

[Galak]

Objective: Fix my Head
Post: Four

He buried his head in his hands, the massive Baedurin was wracked with guilt. Pavium had fought alongside him for so long, it felt like a part of himself was missing entirely. Pavium had been more than a fellow soldier, he was his brother. And now he was gone. Gone forever and there was nothing Galak could ever do. His strength counted for NOTHING.

He armed himself in casual wear, standard bed robe and leggings as he headed for the mess hall. If Galak couldn’t fill the hole inside him with bloodshed, a good morning meal would do him just fine. He made his way there, slowly and cautiously as his eyes trailed along the ground beneath him. He opened the door, murmurs of life coming from within.

There were maybe only a few others inside, all in their own casual wear. Galak was immediately reminded of who he had always ate with when he could. Now he never would, never again. He had always believed in unity and camaraderie, in the power of togetherness and the strength of the Draelvasier but ultimately what he felt most of all was loneliness.