Dominion The Bryn'adûl | The Bendu | Atollon

[Galak]

Objective: C
Post: Ten
Tags: Primarch Drek'ma |

"What do you m-"

Galak didn't even get time to finish what he was going to say before the white encompassed them. He wasn't a stranger to teleportation, but he didn't like it. The first thing you always noticed was the taste, like the air had been frozen in your throat and when you travelled somewhere new the air was always different. It was even more extreme when you travelled from underground to the surface.

Galak was on his hands and knees, grasping his rifle as he rose to his feet; helping one of the other poor Brutes who'd been teleported as well. His attention was robbed from the welfare of his Warriors when he saw the storm, the strikes of lightning. The Brute's eyes widened, that feeling of helplessness against the powers of force, taking hold once again.

He turned to the Primarch, who was staring off into the distance at the storm.

"Tell me before you do that next time."

 

[Seer Kalanthir]

Objective B
Post Six
Tags - Convoy Participants | Tathra Khaeus | Adrian L'lerim-Vandiir | Galak | Primarch Drek'ma | Krarolk T'manu | Sethrak | Naramphra |

It has TAKEN. The BENDU has chosen its prey, and in its brash hate it has revealed itself.

Kalanthir could feel everything, the roots and the earth beneath their feet. The sand filling the air as the storm drew closer. But the storm was in truth a façade, a lie. That was not where the heart lay. The Seer reached out, touching the minds of all the Force Sensitives within the range of their convoy. Pulling them forward, showing them what he and the other Seers saw.

You cannot hide. BENDU, your weakness is revealed.

The Seer would reach out, his mind pushing into the heart of the storm as they would attempt to find the real Bendu. The true form of the entity, they would find it and BREAK IT.

Together now, Draelvasier.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: B
Post: Seven
Tags: Adrian L'lerim-Vandiir | Seer Kalanthir | Primarch Drek'ma | Galak | Sethrak | Krarolk T'manu |

The air grew cold, thin. Closer to the open vacuum of space than the open air of this arid world. Tathra watched as his breath came out shallow, like steam travelling on the air. Opaque eyes shifted up to the massive, armoured creature. Its face was fierce, angry and powerful. When Tathra rose to his feet, even though the creature's back and arms were massive, they nearly stood head to head.

The two giants looked each other in the eye, the Bendu stomping with its massive arms as it moved to face him. Tathra resolved to one thing this BENDU was alone. He was not.

YOU BRING DEATH. YOU BRING THE END.

End? Tathra stood still, that word. End. What had it seen, what did it know that he did not.

"Then you know, what we are destined to be?"

The entity grimaced, looking down with such disgust that Tathra felt he understood what so many of the creatures he killed felt when he stood over them. But he wasn't afraid, he'd killed it with his bare hands if he had to.

YOUR CONQUEST GOES NO FURTHER, TATHRA KHAEUS.

All around them, the cold grew so intense that Tathra's skin began to burn. The eyes of the Bendu glowed like a fluorescent gas, his power intensifying as Tathra's suffering began to grow. The cold sapped his strength, but he had to fight back. He refused to die here, alone - weak. Tathra threw his right fist at the face of the Bendu, however he found his hand and wrist trapped inside its massive hand. Tathra could see it in its face, this thing hated and feared him. Or perhaps, what he represented.

But this, ancient being knew who he was. If anything, this reaffirmed his belief that his Crusade was righteous. Tathra activated the Compact Shield on his right gauntlet, forcing his hand free. Tathra struck with his dominant hand the carapace cracked and the Bendu was forced a step back. But his retaliation was not physical. From his palms, a tunnel of intensely cold energy struck at Tathra; knocking him back against the shielded wall of ice. Shards stabbing through the gaps in his armour.

 

[Krarolk T'manu]

OBJECTIVE: B (PROTECT SEERS)
LOCATION: ATOLLON, SURFACE
EQUIPMENT: IN SIGNATURE
MOUNT: DRAEL SKAG
COMRADES: Galak | Primarch Drek'ma | Adrian L'lerim-Vandiir | Seer Kalanthir | Sethrak | Tathra Khaeus | OPEN

Sudden clarity struck Krarolk in the heat of battle.
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It was without a doubt the work of the Seers, whose power continued to grow with every passing second. He could suddenly see through the raging storm as if it were a cloudless summer day, and his pond of spiritual energy briefly stilled, allowing him to utilize the full strength of the Force. He could feel a great presence at the heart of the storm, likely the source of the unnatural weather. The Zealot saw the strategy of the Seers - they would combine their powers to root out the presence at the core of the storm, bringing both it and the storm down.

Krarolk began his contribution, calling upon the pond of energy within him. It exited his body and joined with the arcane power of the Seers above, the unified force causing the ground to tremble. At the same time, the strength of the spiritual power of the Byrn began to chip away at the storm above. The dark gray clouds lightened, and lightning strikes became less frequent. Still, the energy within the storm was too powerful to be vaporized so rapidly. It was clear that more Byrn with spiritual capabilities would need to release their energy to fully clear the path to the presence at the center of the storm.

Fortunately for the Zealot, the last of the spider-creatures in the area had begun to panic and scatter. Now, he could concentrate entirely on the process of emptying himself of his spiritual power.

 

[Sethrak]

Objective: A
Gone!? How could this be??

Sethrak felt a wave of panic hit him. If Tathra was taken, they must save him. The seers had acted, and the effects were visible in many of the Bryn fighters as they became more focused. Sethrak felt the wave hit him as well as the storm slowly dissipated from his mind. He focused now on what remained of the storm. Reaching deep, he felt the force flow through him, like a current of water, a gust of wind, or electricity through a circuit. Deeper still, the core, like a heart pumping blood, a geyser shooting moisture. He called it, commanding it to disperse the storm and join the others' energies. It shot from him, obeying his will it joined the stream of energy sent by the seers and others.

The spiders were gone, and the storm was retreating, but Sethrak struggled to keep his focus on the storm, and the force..and how could he? His leader was possibly dead, what would become of the Bryn if he were killed or disabled? No. Focus. He commanded to himself. This day would belong to the Bryn'adûl. This day would belong to Tathra. This day would prove that the galaxy was weak, and needed to end. Only the Bryn would remain.

Feeling as though his efforts weren't enough, Sethrak grew angry, impatient, and slightly fearful. He pried as deep as he could, Now, curse you! He felt the force within himself intensify. Entranced, he released a long, wordless shout, sending vibrations and echos across the battlefield.

It wouldn't be enough. Still more Bryn were needed to push the storm back to it's core. Back to Bendu.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: C
Tags: Krarolk T'manu | Seer Kalanthir | Adrian L'lerim-Vandiir | Tathra Khaeus | Sethrak | Galak |
Post: 11

The Primarch aligned his strength with the Seers, with Krarolk, with Sethrak. They took the lead, and the other Warlocks and Ashaka members on the surface followed in line. Following the examples of their brethren, the Force Wielders of the Bryn'adûl united in one great effort to unveil the BENDU.

The Primarch extended his Staff forward, its white pearl orb glowing bright amidst the storm as the Primarch drove all of his focus into the power. They would take away the Bendu's immediate strength, rendering it vulnerable. And then, they would strike.

This entity would fall before their power.

 

[Seer Kalanthir]

Objective B
Post Seven
Tags - Convoy Participants | Krarolk T'manu | Tathra Khaeus | Galak | Primarch Drek'ma | Adrian L'lerim-Vandiir | Sethrak |

The culminated power of the Force Wielders of the Bryn'adûl reached out like a tendril; grasping at the throat of the Bendu. His life, his power would be ripped from his corporeal form and his flesh would be revealed. The Seer poured his strength into the force.

Like a tidal wave, they met the storm with their minds as they broke the sphere of shadow that cloaked their foe. They reached out, to seal the storm within the shadow; away from all. It would be temporary, but it would be enough.

I see you, BENDU. WE ALL DO.

The storm would begin to weaken, its mass warped and destroyed as it began to dissipate; in its centre - a massive creature standing over the Chieftain.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: B
Post: Eight
Tags: Seer Kalanthir | Adrian L'lerim-Vandiir | Krarolk T'manu | Sethrak | Primarch Drek'ma | Galak |

The pain caused Tathra to fall flat on his stomach when he fell, black liquid blood oozing from his maw. The Titan growled low, feeling his strength wain as the cold entombed him. His opaque eyes travelled to the feet of the Bendu, the large creature lauded over him; watching him die. But as the cold grew to its worst, something in the storm seemed to shift, he couldn't help but smile - knowing something this creature did not.

"You're wrong. My conquest goes BEYOND me. The Draelvasier are the reckoning of this Galaxy. Not I." Pride forced Tathra to his feet.

Even with the pain, the cold burning his flesh; every step was hard. But Tathra staggered toward the Bendu all the same.

"My will, our will, is Malabast Streel! Kill me yourself you coward!" The Bendu was seemingly enraged, tendrils of lightning came from the Bendu's right arm, rippling across Tathra's armour; pulling him into a chokehold that forced him to his knees. Tathra's strength contended with the Bendu's but the cold leeched away his strength until there was nothing left.

The Stars wheeled overhead as Tathra felt some feigned death upon him. But it seemed at the last moment, the storm broke. The dull sounds of the storm and the ice storm began to fade, something from beyond this veil. The Bendu looked to the sky, then to the world around him. The Seers had done something to him. The cold rescinded, and the fires of Tathra's blood began to boil once more. Before the Bendu could react, Tathra called upon his Axe; the weapon rose from the desert sands, flying across some two hundred metres to return to its Master.

When the weapon reached him, its molten vapour ignited and the fire returned to Tathra's eyes. The Bendu looked down in surprise as with Tathra's right hand he pushed back the Bendu, and with his left he swung; taking off the Bendu's right arm from the forearm down. Tathra fell onto his hands and knees, barely able to hold onto his Axe as the wrist and hand falling against the ground as flames curled up his fur-coated arm. The creature cried in agony, its flesh burning as it summoned the force back to it; using a incredibly powerful telekinetic push to put some distance between it and Tathra.

He raised his right arm, activating the Shield once more as he slid through it, tumbling through a massive wave of sand that half buried him. The Titan rose, pushing himself out of the sand.

"Kill the Bendu!"

 

[Sethrak]

Objective: A


Bendu Sethrak thought as the combined effort forced the storm back, revealing the creature. He watched as the leader of the Bryn fought off the beast, severing the arm, and commanding his army to attack.

He stopped focusing on the now contained storm, and scrambled toward the fight, toward Tethra, toward the Bendu. He would be the first to get there, he commanded himself to be the first. This was how he would prove himself. This was the young Warlock's chance. He commanded the force to strengthen his muscles and fill him with energy as he ran faster than perhaps ever before.

"I'LL Have Your Blood, Bendu!" Sethrak shouted, the battle cry echoing across the battlefield. The time had come. All of the efforts of the Seers, and the Bryn'adûl this day had led them to this beast.

 

[Krarolk T'manu]

OBJECTIVE: B (PROTECT SEERS)
LOCATION: ATOLLON, SURFACE
EQUIPMENT: IN SIGNATURE
MOUNT: DRAEL SKAG
COMRADES: Galak | Primarch Drek'ma | Adrian L'lerim-Vandiir | Seer Kalanthir | Sethrak | Tathra Khaeus | OPEN

The storm broke at last.​

The combined power of the Byrn'adul had brought down the force within the storm's core, revealing it as a creature of legend. The Bendu, a powerful being that Krarolk knew little of aside from its power and unknown alignment. For the moment, it was an enemy. For its malice against Tathra and the Byrn'adul as a whole, the creature would pay.

"To me!" called Krarolk to his Skag mount, which was bruised from battle but still healthy and capable. With a loud roar, the Skag closed the distance between the two. Krarolk leapt on top of the Skag and took its reins, tilting it towards the direction of the Bendu.

"Full speed, forwards!" yelled Krarolk, the Skag rapidly accelerating an instant afterwards.

With the last of the spider-creatures rapidly dying off, there was nothing slowing down the Skag as it bolted forwards, its heavy footsteps smashing rocks and skulls alike underneath it. As the beast known as the Bendu came into closer view, he realized that the Chieftain had severed one of its limbs and continued to fight it unhindered. Whatever magic the Seers had utilized seemed to have weakened the Bendu, whose full power had yet to be demonstrated. If it were to be surrounded and engaged now, its death would be certain and provide a great trophy for the Byrn'adul.

The Zealot's pond of spiritual energy was a mere trickle, mostly drained from his contribution to the power of the Seers. However, his physical strength was more than enough to allow him to contribute to the battle. Krarolk was two hundred meters away from the Bendu, traveling at roughly seventy kilometers an hour on his Skag. He wielded both of his throwing axes, which remained sharp and largely undamaged. The Zealot began to calculate whether or not it would be possible to land his axes in the towering creature's eyes from such a distance, factoring in the Skag's speed. In an instant, he had his answer. He could plunge the axes into the Bendu's eyes from two hundred meters away only if he invested all of his remaining spiritual and physical energy into each throw. It would be by far the furthest that he had ever thrown his axes, though the Bendu's size made hitting it not an exceptionally difficult task.

Without further notice, Krarolk leapt off his Skag and rolled on the rocky ground to break his fall. Before he had completely lost his forward momentum, Krarolk rose up and pulled out his axes, putting them both in his dominant right hand. Carrying his right arm forwards with the momentum of his roll, investing all of his remaining spiritual energy into his arm, Krarolk tossed the axes. They soared forwards at blinding speed, initially centimeters from each other but slowly splitting apart as if they were shells of a shotgun. By the time the Zealot anticipated that the axes would strike the Bendu, he believed that they would be roughly a meter apart.

With his energy expended, Krarolk stumbled and fell on all fours, his breathing deep and hurried.

 

[Galak]

Objective: Kill the Bendu
Post: Eleven
Tags: Tathra Khaeus | Seer Kalanthir | Primarch Drek'ma | Adrian L'lerim-Vandiir | Sethrak | Krarolk T'manu |

Galak was in truth, terrified of this Bendu. So much raw power, and he had no way to defend against it. It chilled him to the bone. But when Tathra gave him an order, Galak was the first to push through the convoy; dropping to a knee as he ordered the Rhivaks to fire at the Bendu. The soldiers he demanded to fight with a wordless hand gesture; all the weapons in their arsenal turned on the brown furred creature.

"Kill that creature!"

It seemed the beast was charging a storm once more, strokes of lightning obliterated Brutes and Rhivaks. Galak wasn't about to let Krarolk and Tathra fight the Bendu up close, the Brute Emissary ran to a riderless skag; taking the Glaive from his back as he pulled the reigns of the Skag, bringing it about to charge toward the Bendu.

Galak raised the Glaive in one arm, ready to thrust the Glaive at the damned thing.

"Hyah! Hyah!" With all his strength, Galak threw the Glaive for the creatures chest.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: C
Tags: Krarolk T'manu | Adrian L'lerim-Vandiir | Sethrak | Galak | Seer Kalanthir | Tathra Khaeus |
Post: 12

Drek'ma, like many of the more powerful force users had been quite strained by their telepathic battle against the Bendu. However, that did not stop the Primarch from directing all of their beasts to fire at the Bendu. They either killed it here, or it killed them.

Even as the creature was curled in flams, even as its forearm lay burning in the sand; the Bendu still generated enough power to fight back against them and summon the power of the planet. The Primarch refracted multiple landing strikes, redirecting them harmlessly aside.

The Primarch rushed forward, confronting one physically as he directed it back at the Bendu. The effort threw him to the ground; only half standing against his Staff.

 

[Sethrak]

Sethrak continued his run, slowing as the last of his energy was sapped from him. It was purely adrenaline that allowed him to get this far, and now it was gone. He tried to call the force, but it too was sapped after breaking the storm.

Regardless, he was close enough now to attack with his brothers. He thrust himself into the air as his muscles cramped, bringing his sword down with everything he had toward the Bendu's currently exposed head, as he quietly said "Die, Bendu."........

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: B
Post: Nine
Tags: Krarolk T'manu | Sethrak | Primarch Drek'ma | Galak | Adrian L'lerim-Vandiir | Seer Kalanthir |

As Tathra rose, his vision became warped; the lack of air that had travelled to his brain when the Bendu had him in a chokehold was putting a strain on his vision. His legs were frail, it was hard to move, walk. The breaths came heavy and pained, his Axe which was once but a feather weight was now a log of a weight. Tathra struggled to focus, looking onward as the Bendu was drawn into a losing battle with their forces.

Lightning strikes slammed across the battlefield as their entire force started firing at the one creature. The Bendu roared in pain, its focus torn as the pain of its flesh broke its concentration. The Bendu pushed aside the thrown Axes, knocking one a distance away as the second carved through his torso and landed behind him.

The large entity cried out, throwing down more ripples of lightning as it struck their vehicles, taking down a Gunboat as it rose into the air.. Then, Glaive came; the bendu blasted the Glaive back at Galak; roaring as the Primarch redirected lightning back toward him just as the Warlock Sethrak leapt into the air; ready to cleave the Bendu's head clean off. But none of them were getting what they wanted, in a great and powerful bellow; a blinding white light engulfed the Bendu as a massive telekinetic wave exploding outward, the Bendu at its epicentre.

The bellow was not so much one of rage, but of pain and suffering. Defeat. When the light faded, the Bendu was gone. As to where, Tathra had no idea. The Titan fell to one knee, exhausted.