Dominion The Bryn'adûl | The Great An'shaerneghm of Jaminere

[Keldothera]

Post: Five
Tags: Galak | Sylok'Vanari | Osam | Kelmor
Objective: Relax

The two Juggernauts sat opposite one and other, staring each other down as Keldothera brought her right arm up onto the table. Torron brought up his left, their hands clasping together. His arm was ginormous, his hand larger than hers as well. It was typically of Juggernaut Heavies to be more physically robust and impressive than Minors, anything in between, even Captains and Majors.

"Ready?" Torron asked, the table of Juggernauts watching with anticipation.

"On three." She replied, looking to the others to start counting down with the swing of her chin.

"Three."

She could feel his grip tightening.

"Two."

She matched his strength.

"One!"

He tensed, ready to slam her arm into the rock-made table. She didn't know if he could tell, but the Heavy was much stronger than her. She as just barely holding him in place through gritted teeth. Her arm started to shake, but she kept a calm composure as the two locked eyes. Torron was grinning, he knew he was going to win. A few second later, he did.

Cheers erupted from around the table.

"Well done General, none of these lot would have lasted as long!" Torron said, grinning with confidence at his new level of prowess.

"Thank you, Torron." Keldothera replied.

"It is a good life, we live brethren. Don't forget it, savour it! Savour each other." Keldothera explained, raising her mug to them.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Post: Eight
Tags: N/A
Objective: Mission failed will get em next time!

The Draelvasier were here and nothing would stand in their way. All across fourteen star systems, the story had been the same. When they had chased the Sith back through their own territory, cutting off nine systems whilst conquering and taking five immediately - they had established their strength, made it known.

When the Bryn'adûl had defeated the Jedi, taken seven systems from the Concordia and retaking Yurb; glassing its surface. They had shown their strength and made it known to the Galaxy. And now, the rest of the Galaxy engulfed itself in warfare.

What a strange Galaxy they lived in, he was truly glad to be born a Drael. The Titan's way was the only thing that made sense. The crusade to share their truth was the only worthwhile cause, the best purpose for his life, his power.

He would follow Tathra until the end.

 

[Seer Kalanthir]

Post: Three
Tags: N/A
Objective: Prophesise

Anshaerneghm's did not occur often but when they did, you would fail to find a Seer present. Such occasions were for the rabble, not them. They watched from afar, two other Seers were present with him in that moment. They watched through the elemental fires from distant Draemidus Prime.

It was their duty to watch over all, even the Chieftain. His troubles were of interest to them, but it was his journey and he had to grow otherwise they would be doomed. It was the beauty of life, of progression. The Jedi would face Tathra again, and this time mercy would not be shown by either.

But until then, the crusade would continue. The blood, the roots, life and death would come for them all. All across the Galaxy, all civilisations would burn and suffer for the necessary conflicts to come.

 

[Sethrak]

Post: 3
Objective: Say the right words.
Tag: Tathra Khaeus

Sethrak paused, his last seconds to decide what to say were now expended. The Warlock wasn't a social creature, he often said very little, just enough to get an order out or explain a situation. This was no different apart from who he was speaking to and the amount of stress he currently felt.

"I have been a thorn in your side, a heretic if you will. I ask simply for your forgiveness, and offer my apologies. I speak for all that have doubted you."

He felt as if his heart would explode, but he had spoken. It was over. He continued to stare into the Titan's eyes, the Force still gave no warnings nor relief. He was still tense, bracing for whatever was to come.