Dominion The Bryn'adûl | Shard of Draemidus | Dominion of Empty Hex

[Sethrak]

Post:3
Obj: B

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Tathra Khaeus Ostak Cl'mana

The cold was a relief. Normally the Warlock wouldn't realize a temperature shift due to his cold-blooded body...but the desert, despite being dark, held such heat that the temperature drop was significant. Furthermore, his red vision dropped to a warm Blue, meaning it was cool inside.

The floor went down, into the darkness. He heard the Shaman order the men to turn on any lights they had. Sethrak had something else in mind. Focusing on the darkness he envisioned a sun. He saw the darkness creep away, turning into a bright light. He opened his eyes, extended his hand, and created an orb that radiated with a dim light. The glowing orb brightened, and warped, as the whole room became illuminated.

The orb was made of The Force. It wasn't difficult to do, nor was it draining..but the light wouldn't last long. It was simply a move to show off to the others. A passive dominance that would turn their heads and nothing more. There was no need for the orb, they had other lights...but it was brighter and unnatural. It should earn some respect from the Drael around him.

With the orb floating in front of him, Sethrak waited for the Shaman to take the lead. He was here first, after all. No need to take the lead from him. Furthermore, the Drael around Sethrak were Shaman, not Warlocks. A Shaman should lead other Shaman, not a Warlock.

"Proceed, Shaman. The light won't last forever."

 

[Galak]

Post: Seven
Tags: Seer Kalanthir | Primarch Drek'ma
Objective: A

He wasn't sure he entirely understood. There was a battle in each of them, but that wouldn't matter with the war to come. Conflict waged on a scale unlike the galaxy had seen in hundreds of years was coming. He had to be ready, for his kind. He had to be ready, for the future of their species. One way or another he would give everything he could to protect his kin.

"Whatever comes Seer, I don't care how many of them there are. I will fight until we win, I'll do whatever I have to. Do whatever is necessary for our species to survive." Galak spoke with a confidence he didn't have.

But one he was certain he would find when the time came. He'd silence the voices, set aside whatever internal qualms he had. They had to win, they had to succeed.

"I promise."

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: B
Post: Six
Tags: Keldothera | Ostak Cl'mana | Gordrak | Sethrak

Luck at last. They had found it, or so it seemed.

Tathra turned to the direction of the voice, seeing a familiar face. General Keldothera, or to her companions; Kelda. With a warm grin, he sauntered toward them with a mild interest. But that mild interest grew as he saw the closer details of the mural. It was a map of some kind, his eyes read over the glyphs - some of it must've been a regional dialect as he didn't recognise some of it.

"It is a map. Look, we are here. This is the crossroad, leaving some area that... doesn't exist anymore." He spoke, sadness hung in his throat as he looked behind himself at the mass of ruined constructs and civilisation.

But if one read the map, they could see here that the sun used to set near something called the hall of heroines. Was there a hall of heroes as well? Heroes were a strange concept, but not an unfamiliar one. Perhaps their ancient counterparts were closer to human than he'd like to think. The thought disturbed him, moving on. But it seemed the library was adjacent to this hall, on the other side of the crossroads. Tathra looked to his left, in the distance? A familiar looking formation, both the mural and the distant building shared two massive pillars on the edges of its design, though one had since toppled.

"There. That is the library. Well done, archaeologist." He patted him on the shoulder, eyes drawn to the distant library. What secrets would it hold? He wished to learn, to know himself and his home.

"It was the General who found it, Sire."

Tathra looked to Kelda, giving her a nod. They'd found it, all that needed doing now was getting inside.

 

[Ostak Cl'mana]

POST: IV
OBJECTIVE: B
TAGS: Sethrak

"Thank you, having such a power of light with us should make our mission much easier. Follow me, let's descend."
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The Shamen began to descend, with the Warlock in tow. With each step they took, a small cloud of dust rose into the air, the remaining empty space revealing polished steps carved into the stone the building resided in. Within the Warlock's light, Ostak and the Shamen could examine not only the staircase, but also the descending tunnel. The symbols of Draelvasier seemed newer here, or perhaps simply better preserved. Similarly to the images in the entryway above, the walls of the staircase tunnel depicted ancient Draelvasier with combat gear rushing forwards, riding beasts downwards as if descending a hill. It seemed as if the artisan had taken the stairs into consideration, and utilized the staircase tunnel as a continuation of the entryway carving.

Suddenly, the light caught on a small, thin blade carved into the right wall. It resembled the lightsabers wielded by various Orders across the galaxy, and it was held in an arm crushed underneath the large foot of a Draelvasier mount. The rest of the being's body - that of a humanoid - lay in a heap on the slanted hill, with a spear through his chest from the Draelvasier riding the mount crushing his arm.

It seemed as if the enemy in the carving had finally been given form.

"So our dispute with those who wield the lightsaber seems to be a historic one." remarked Ostak. "I wonder what memories await us at the bottom of this staircase."

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