Dominion The Bryn'adûl | Insidious Instruction | Dominion of Hast

[Primeval Architect]

The Bryn'adûl | Insidious Instruction | Dominion of Hast

It is the inevitable fate of the weak to attempt to circumvent fate as it draws ever closer. The onslaught of the Bryn'adul has pushed the galactic powers to the brink, and the might of the Crusade has caused the cowards to slyly work towards more despicable methods of halting their executioners. With the continued establishment of further cosmic agencies with the sole purpose of combating the Bryn'adul, it has become increasingly necessary for the Draelvasier themselves to learn new methods of combatting these peculiar and unorthodox foes.

The barren planet of Hast has provided an excellent location for training both veterans and freshly blooded Draelvasier in the methodology of their enemies. A significant gathering of warships has signaled the beginning of these rigid training courses. There is an expectation that every warrior who passes through the courses will henceforth be prepared to deal with any number of these newer foes and the tricks they bring to bear. Triumphant and battle-hardened Baedurin share their war trophies and the ways that they were able to slaughter their prey, wise Aeravalin contemplate the technologies and powers of these threats to victory, and even the Sraelvun in their myriads have begun to spar with one another in search of better killing patterns.

If the weak wish to slide through our fingers, we will simply have to tighten our grip.

Objective: Instruct
Gather to hear the words of the mighty as they regale you with tales of combat and prowess. Learn from their mistakes and their successes, or take the proverbial stage before your brethren, and demonstrate for all to hear how you were able to best an unusual opponent.

Objective: Tutor
Learning involves more than merely listening - take what you have learned to action with the assistance of your brethren. Apply the tactics needed to defeat the specialized weapons of the enemy, and participate in sparring matches and combat-drills meant to teach the most effective tactics available.

Objective: Train (BYOO)
Who knows how you ought to improve better than yourself? Do what you must in order to guarantee that you will never taste defeat at the hands of the weak.

Spoiler: Tag List

Tathra Khaeus | Keldothera | Osam | Sylok'Vanari | Sethrak | Galak | Primarch Drek'ma | Ursa Antar | Hrajlmak'Natok | Amunra Khaeus | Reidun Amersis | Kelmor |

 

[Keldothera]

Objective: Instruct
Post: One
Tags: N/A

Keldothera stood, arms folded as she watched over a grouping of Juggernauts, Drones and Zealots. They were all vaguely attentive, but they'd came. That at least said they would try to learn what Keldothera would show them.

"Listen up! Today, I'm going to show you how to use Quilxyn Protectors in combat1" Her voice was softer than a usual Baedurin's but it got the point across. Keldothera was still a General, still defeated a Sith Lord in single combat.

A Quilxyn floated beside her, a strange pulsing orb. At her side, was a table stacked with Confederate and Silver weaponry they had stolen. One was a cryo weapon, the other a flame thrower.

"You learn, you adapt. You survive!"

 

[Sarask Hiskt]

Objective: C (Train)
Post: One
Tags: N/A

Sarask wasn't much of a teacher. She was more of a killer. If people wanted to learn from her, they'd have to watch instead. She wasn't about to speak to some newly spawned brats. Of course, she wasn't been around in a while; that was her business, they probably didn't even know her. Let the actual instructors teach- oh, she was rambling in her mind again.

Sarask crouched in one of the sparring arenas, her twin hook and chain weapons in each hand, though she had the chains wrapped around her hands at the moment. She'd only use them if necessary. A few of the common chaff tried challenging her, nameless brutes with the brain full of muscle and voices shouting empty phrases. Some actually seemed like a threat to some, but to her, it was more of a case of "teaching" them to have a more stable stance. By kicking them. In the side, and out of the arena. She didn't want to waste too much energy by blocking and trying to go toe to toe with them. She simply isn't built for it.

And so she waited for the new challenger. Whether they were worthy to face her steel or not was on them, though if she was able to kick another idiot out of the arena by avoiding his swipes while moving backwards then ducking under and kicking them out, she might scream.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: C
Post: One
Tags: Sarask Hiskt |

The Baedurin slid forward, skidding off the edge of the arena, blood from his face smearing the padding underneath. The Titan stood, bare-chested, his armour and torso's clothing in a tent somewhere, knuckles bloodied. Another came up to the platter, quick fists and jabs at hard angles. Tathra blocked each, the Baedurin was using his own moves - he had overseen and helped implement the very concepts that formed the melee combat of his species. Each blow passed him by with little effort as the young Baedurin gave it his all.

Tathra caught his arm, throwing him overhead as his foot shot into the knee of the Baedurin, taking him off balance as the Baedurin flew over Tathra's shoulder and onto his back. His fist was raised, but he delivered no strike. The fight was over.

"Master the martial basics, but do not depend on them. There will always be someone who is better at you do, so - learn to adapt." A short explanation, but one applicable to all skill sets.

Tathra retired from the stand, having fought nearly fifteen matches in a row without a single hit being landed on him. His hands, busy with a wash cloth to remove the blood as his eyes were carried to one of the distant training arenas. Sarask, similarly dealing out 'lectures' to the local host of cocky Baedurin.

He supposed it couldn't hurt to show them what to do instead of, what they were doing. He made his way over to the sparring arena, stepping up from among the parting crowd.

 

[Sarask Hiskt]

Objective: C

Post: Two

Tags: Tathra Khaeus

Sarask hummed to herself. It was something some species did to pass the time, it seemed. As they stood in their guard uniforms, staring over an empty expanse, or down a long corridor as she prowled nearby. It was weird. It didn’t feel right in her throat, but it was something to do. She was right to go out of her way to kill them, though; if they were to infect her with these kinds of habits. A slit throat cannot hum.

She felt the ground shake a little as someone entered her ring. So eager were they to be knocked out again? Very well. She opened her eyes and looked up. It was, in fact, no mere brute, but the leader of the Bryn’Adul themselves, War’s Custodian, Tathra Khaeus.

Sarask breathed out a sigh. So, it was going to be one of those times. She flicked her wrists, and the chains of her weapons swirled in a circular motion free from her hands, catching them by the handles. She flicked her hands, letting go of them and they flew to rest on her side of the arena. Khaeus wasn’t using a weapon, so shouldn’t she. To accidentally kill him would be a foolish move; however unlikely it was. But most of all, it sent a signal; this won’t be a duel to the death (hopefully), no weapons, just fists.

She stood up to her full height, signalling for the cool air to increase. She was going to have to put effort into this one, at least it won’t be boring. She gave him a quiet but respectful nod.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: Tutor
Post: One

The Primarch found this odd indeed, how Tathra had decided a random and all access training forum as a good idea, was beyond him. But he trusted in the Chieftain's instinct and would indulge any who would come.

A mixture of Warlocks, Shamans, Ashaka and various other force users from other non-specialised groups stood adjacent to the Primarch, staff firmly grasped in both hands as he looked among the group. Beyond them, were a grouping of droids they had recovered - sitting on standby.

"You can use the force to disable droids and various other electronics. Allow me to show you." The Primarch spoke, turning to one of the standing droids.

His palm slowly rose as he spoke.

"Feel them. They may not live, but feel them. Feel their energy, understand it. Then, take it."

A tendril of magenta energy extended out from his palm, striking the droid and causing it to spark and jitter, arms falling limp as it careened over.

 

[Galak]

Objective: C
Post: One
Tags: Tathra Khaeus | Sarask Hiskt | Osam

Galak was moving his way through the crowd, a stick of Rhivak meat in his grasp but he stopped in his tracks as he saw Tathra move into the arena with Sarask.

Strange.

Sarask and Hrajlmak back in nearly the same month. Tathra really was pulling out all the stops, gorging himself on strength and allies. You'd almost think he was preparing for another civil war. A silly thought, as his teeth tore into the meat.

"This should be good."

 

[Osam]

Objective: Instruct
Post 1

At times, the tumultuousness of training around him made it difficult to focus on the task at hand. He recognized, of course, that a far quieter training ground would have been a far less efficient one, but the knowledge did little to alleviate the mild frustration he felt. There were dozens of different trainers offering courses on a multitude of topics. Here was one discussing the exact range of one of their principal rifles and when it became necessary to swap to a different sidearm. There, a Shaman was demonstrating the best technique for riding a fresh Skag.

Osam had been alive longer than several of these trainers, and had become more familiar with battle as a result of his time spent as a Sraelvun than many of them ever would... and yet it felt haughty to completely ignore the resources at his disposal. Surely, there was something hidden within the clearing that would serve to provide a lesson to him. Some archaic information that had been passed down from veterans to others that could assist in sharpening his talent at warfare must be present!

The First paused as a familiar voice caught his attention, albeit one he had not conversed with in quite some time. Gradually, Osam began to make his way through the band of Juggernauts and Zealots, nudging past the Sraelvun in his way with pats upon the shoulders and a greater degree of touch - those ones were more familiar to him than the larger cousins. Finally, he came out nearer the front of the class, and in full sight of its teacher: General Keldothera .

In truth, he had not utilized Quilxyn to their greatest effect in the past. While he was certain that better understanding the protectors would be useful, though, he was far more interested in learning a better lesson from the General. Namely, he wanted to learn from her leadership, from how she directed others, and how she made manifest her whims in the process.

The lesson was on the Quilxyn, but Osam would certainly pay far more attention to its teacher than what was taught.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: Tutor
Post: Two

Many jumped into the same stance as he, try as they might that was not how one achieved the ability or any affinity within the cosmic. The Primarch sighed, slapping down the closest' arm with his Staff.

"Do not simply mimic me, the force does not work in such forgiving or impersonal manners. Your stance, your signature in the force. It is unique to you, rely on it." Some looked on intently as the Primarch spoke, others seemed confused. He felt it, attentiveness outshined even natural skill.

"Do not rely simply on what you see." He motioned to himself and the droids.

His senses stretched out, picking out three from the crowd at random. They knew who they were when he spoke.

"The three of you, step forward and attempt."

 

[Keldothera]

Objective: Instruct
Post: Two
Tags: Osam

Keldothera stepped forward, the Protector following in her step as she picked up on the of the two elemental weapons. The cryoweapon and flame weapons had been made in such a way that one could not tell it from the other. Keldothera knew which was which, but today she would have to teach them how to adapt to the Protectors in combat.

"Using the Quilxyn Protectors, getting them to do what they were made for? Is easy. Its adapting to unforeseen variables that can be difficult, making proficient operations harder." Keldothera checked the magazine of the weapon.

"Discipline is required. We communicate with the Protectors through the Mind Stones. Clarity of mind will enable them to help you, more easily." Weapons check was complete, stepping down from the rasied platform.

"I require a volunteer." The General shouted, loud enough that the entire crowd could hear.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: Tutor
Post: Three

The three had been chosen, they knew this. Stepping forward were two Aeravalin and a Baedruin, one none of which were from traditional casts of force users. But all had displayed some aptitude before now, he recalled as much from their personnel files.

"Stand firm, and reach out. Forget everything around you and reach." He began, his own palm extending again.

The crowd grew silent, watching as the three searched through the force.

"Feel them, the oscillations of energy. Feel your own energy, your power. Grasp it."

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: C
Post: Two
Tags: Sarask Hiskt

He was almost disappointed when the weapons were thrown aside, but not surprised. Anyone who stepped into the ring with another Warrior wanted to fight on even terms. A ruling all Draelvasier respected. Tathra took a staggered stance, ready to defend or leap forward. Massive shoulders moved in cohesive semi-circles, rolling them as he brought his paws up. Pectorals tensing in between, as his fists tensed into boulders.

He knew that Sarask would make for an interesting opponent, her anatomy and her skills made her a powerful physical foe. Though she would find her agility limited by the confines of the arena, or so Tathra imagined. He turned the nod as his jaw clenched, stepping forward as two drums beat against metal.

Tathra held his left fist close, raised to the centre of his chest. His right, extended in front of him as he slowly moved toward the centre of the arena.

 

[Osam]

Objective: Instruct
Post 2
Tags: Keldothera

Osam remained quiet as the General stalked over to the table and scooped a pair of familiar weapons from its surface. The two devices were seemingly identical, but the Risen recognized that they were a heat and cold emission set. A number of such temperature-based armaments had made their way onto battlegrounds as of late, and the Bryn'adul faced more and more foes who utilized instruments that they believed would grant them an advantage.

The fiery blasts were highly effective against Aeravalin, and the chilling touch was enough to halt even mighty Baedurin. Both were effective against a majority of the Sraelvun. General Keldothera began her lecture, making a pointed remark that the use of the Quilxyn was easy, but that mastering their use in order to propagate efficient operations was a more difficult matter.

Further statements revealed that the Protectors operated primarily by means of communication with their charge. Osam hadn't been certain what it was that allowed the Quilxyn to work in the past, but that did clarify how they always knew exactly what form of defense to enable. Another ingenious invention by some Aeravalin tinkerer somewhere. His thoughts were silenced when a call for a volunteer was made. No one was particularly eager to be shot with a weapon known to cause great damage to their kindred, even with the presence of a Quilxyn.

Perhaps he'd be able to better observe the crowd's reactions from the front, though. What better way to observe Keldothera than at her side? The mental image would be beneficial too. He would be brave among his peers, quick to trust in the camaraderie of his brethren, and there, at the right hand of a well-known and battle-hardened general.

"I will volunteer, General." He spoke loudly, awaiting instructions for the tutor.

 

[Keldothera]

Objective: Instruct
Post: Three
Tags: Osam

She felt the urge to audibly huff at the approach of the First Risen, but he was the perfect candidate. He'd learned some of it by proxy but not all, groups like Zealots or Risen didn't get traditional infantry training.

But, they were all getting it now. No cutting of corners now, Tathra wanted them all as strong as possible. Keldothera shrugged, rolling her shoulders as she stepped away from the Quilxyn, gesturing with her hand for Osam to take her place.

"Alright, stand next to the Protector - facing the crowd. Use your mind stone to interface with the Quilxyn. I've relinquished my hold on it." She explained, hands folding behind her back.

She eyed the crowd, then back to the Risen Srael. She suspected he'd figure it out.

 

[Sarask Hiskt]

Objective: C

Post: Three

Tags: @Tathra Khaeus

Sarask looked at Tathra. He was still a little bit taller than her, and he was built like a ship. It would be tough, tough indeed. She doubted her chance at winning, so the best thing she could do here is lose well.

She took a low stance, legs crouched low to the ground, her crystalline skin almost creaking as her thigh muscles expanded a little due to the extra tension. Tathra began the duel. Now to see how her fighting skill worked on someone stronger than her. Usually, it was the other way around.

Tathra made the first move, or rather, moved first. He began by moving toward the centre of the arena. As he drew nearer, Sarask moved as well. She bounded forward, having used her crouch position to give herself a good leap. She was fast, but not at the speed in which she usually ran. She entered his punching range very quickly.

She figured he would aim to punch her, and thus crouched again, aiming to duck under his first strike, should he throw it. Then, she’d try to spin swiftly around in an attempt to strike at his right knee with a heavy heel kick from her own right leg.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: C
Post: Three
Tags: Sarask Hiskt

As he stepped in, the mutant dipped low - spreading herself wide across the arena's edge. Ready to propel herself, he'd seen it a hundred times. Sarask pounced forward, leaping toward him like a dart for the board. Tathra stepped forward, ready to use her own momentum against her but the leap unexpectedly fell short of him.

He had not expected the often sly warrior to want to engage in direct combat, but he would not deny her it. Tathra struck out with his right, an open palmed knife hand aimed for her neck as she ducked low. Misdirection, he should've seen that coming. He continued with the momentum of his right hand, shifting his wrist upside down - palm facing outward as her spinning kick hurdled toward his right knee.

Tathra stood on the ball of his foot, aiming his knee inward as he bent it inward; hand intending on grasping her by the ankle with a Titan's grasp. If his grasp held true, he'd fling her across his left side to the edge of the ring.

 

[Sethrak]

Post: 1
Tags: None, want a parring buddy or a tactical discussion.
Objective: A, B, and C

Sethrak was late, not a good habit to teach the 20 Drael he had brought from Lothal to train today. However the good they would learn today would far outweigh the single bad example Sethrak had just given. Across the are Sethrak saw many familiar faces. The loyal Keldotherra seemed to be interacting with the brave Osam in front of some Drael. There were others here too, some that Sethrak did not know, some were just soldiers, others were leaders of some kind.

Sethrak would train his Drael several lessons today. First would be some unorthodox tactics. Then he would teach them to use the Khukri, a weapon many Drael didn't use. As a final lesson he would spar them, or perhaps another Warlord would give him the honor. He was a bit stressed, his superiors were here and he knew they were watching. Even the Chieftan, Tathra Khaeus was here. He wanted to impress them all yet he knew he needed to stay humble and avoid taboo topics that would cause suspicion. He had been a heretic. Heretics were always watched.

"Drael. To formation." ​

Immediately the 20 Drael ran into 5 columns, the Baedurin taking the front, then the drones, then some Aerevalin. He began his teachings...

 

[Sarask Hiskt]

Objective: C

Post: Four

Tags: @Tathra



It seemed Tathra wasn’t as slow as he appeared, not that she didn’t know that. But she hadn’t expected him to be quite so agile, still, with his weight and his shifting attempts to move around to catch her, there was a slight loss in momentum between trying to chop her neck, and aiming to grab her ankle. She of all people knew there was a price to pay for sudden manoeuvres, though for her it was walls and trees who paid it.

She had to teach people, after all. She had to teach them that they wouldn’t catch up to her, and to try is folly. That’s all.

Dipping into the force a little, she suddenly curled herself up, yoinking her ankle from Tathra’s hand’s trajectory and abandoning her knee strike. This put her on her forearms and knees upon the ground. She pushed herself upward, landing on her feet. Turning, she walked backwards carefully until she was a metre out of his reach.

This was good for her, she hadn’t had to fight an equal opponent in… She couldn’t remember. Or rather, one that outclassed her, she was getting too used to easily killing things. This was good, this was good. She breathed outward in a seethe, it was Tathra’s move.

 

[Galak]

Objective: C
Post: Two
Tags: Sarask Hiskt | Tathra Khaeus

He didn't know the female Draelvasier that was fighting Tatha, but he could see that she was agile. Fast, deadly. But even he was surprised when Tathra didn't catch her, she had dropped down spinning to hit him and the simple movement of his arm was outpaced by the females complicated but high speed movements.

She darted back, curling into a ball and unfurling and moving back and away from Tathra. Almost immediately she'd been forced to retreat. He didn't understand it, she must've been using the force to augment herself.

Impressive. He doubted a normal Drael could've pulld that off.

 

[Sylok'Vanari]

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Post: # 1
Planet: Hast, Planets Surface
Location: Training Sector of the Ashaka Order, Mage's Circle
Objectives: Instruct the Initiates

To be an Ashaka a Draelvasier had to have particular gifts. While many were brought to the Order, few were inducted, left to be grabbed by another sect within the bounds of the force. This wasn't necessarily a failure to the potential candidates, rather a refusal of recognition by those of the highest esteem in the Ashaka Order. To this group of mages, it meant a lifetime of devotion and control over powers that remained locked and still unknown. They believed in the force like a tyrant believed in their own absolute rule. Still, may it be dangerous, the rigorous process was a necessity. A way to make sure those accepted weren't just capable, but were willing to become a brother or sister for life.

Today, that would all be determined by a circle of mages on Hast. It had become an advanced and ritually odd tool for training every Draelvasier within the sector of space around it. These newly born Draels were thrown into a fast selection process and it wasn't clear exactly where many of the thousands would end up. Regardless, the only thing that stood in their way of death and life, was fitting into the cog of the war machine. A perpetual wheel that churned out warrior after warrior and mage after mage. It was a creed, one that Tathra Khaeus had demanded to keep turning. Those that faltered would be tossed out, like a wounded whelp of uselessness. It seemed cruel, but their survival and strength was determined by their weakest of links. The Bryn would not accept weakness in any form, only strength- in all things. It was simple, but effective.

The force clouded the area, dense waves of mixing threads fogging the vision inside the inner circle. It had been hours and still results seemed lackluster, it could have been the group of newly selective Drael weren't able. Mayhaps, it was the instructor, Sylok'Vanari. He had done this only twice before and the initiates to come out of that assembly was impressive. Sylok had even managed to get a student of the force to find power in other things than just offensive purpose. It ended with a violent dissary of bones and blood. Such things were common during Ashaka training, either you live during it, or you don't. While it was still a brutal approach, many of the mages considered it to weed out the incapable and made their order far stronger over time. Sylok hated wasting potential students of the force. Where they may not find a home with the Ashaka, they may find one with Warlocks, Scripters or Beastmasters. Some, he feared; were unconscionably hiding a wellspring of power, but unable to call forth the force. These potentials usually were shown to the Seers, if suspicions were correct.

Even so, Sylok wouldn't allow such trivial things to ruin his instruction. He looked on with his white eyes, watching the tendrils of the force funnel into the center of the circle. It was mixed, until a brighter thread burned through to the core of the center. The other threads vapid in comparison. The shimmering tone of purple slithered further into the center and before the tugging of the force ripped through him, Sylok rose his hand. The spectacle died out and the robed figures stood in silence, waiting for something..anything. Each new initate adorned a grey robe, each with a red rope tied to their waist. This didn't just go for the ones being examined currently, but the line of others soon to be in the next circle.

Sylok stepped down from the upper stone marble he stood on and slid through the center of the mage's circle. He continued forward, until he leaned inward, a young woman staring back at him with violet eyes.

"Your name girl?" Sylok asked, his teeth sliding once again, before locking into place.
"Yenna, Master Weaver."
"Yenna, are you aware of what you just did?"
"No." Yenna's voice was youthful, but smooth.
"Hmm, send her through! The rest leave us!" Sylok shouted, a film of saliva encasing his teeth as he did.

There were many more gifted children to get through. He only hoped he would find a better specimen than Yenna before nightfall.


Galak | Sarask Hiskt | Sethrak | Tathra Khaeus | Keldothera | Osam | Primarch Drek'ma | @​