The Dead God
OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION
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[*]Restricted Missions: N/A
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SETTING INFORMATION
- Nexus Name: The Chinvat Monolith
- Nexus Alignment: Dark
- Location: Aza'Zoth
- Affiliation: The Slave
- Size: Small
- Accessibility:
While the planet, itself is already well hidden within the Eye of Flames Nebula, a massive collection of space dust and dark side energies that makes normal travel near impossible, there is an additional security measure in being buried deep beneath the Ashen Mountains of the far north.
[*]Security: N/A
[*]Description:
- Although the exterior of the tomb is shrouded in mountains and rocky outcroppings, the actual place where it is kept behind nearly a thousand meters of twisting and winding caverns to its eventual hiding spot, a place where it was put to hide it from deep within the dark energies of the entire planet.
TECHNICAL SPECIFICATIONS
- Classification: Artifact (Synthetic Nexus)
- Size: Stationary
- Length: 9 Meters
- Width: 9 Meters
- Height: 90 Meters
- Weight: 50 Million Kilograms
- Material: Obsidian │ Force Sensitive Stone Veins │ Anvilstone Core Plating
The Chinvat Monolith is a synthetic nexus, made to hold the souls of the force sensitive and turn their prowess in the force into fuel for those who subject themselves to be its champions. A stream of energy is then sent to be used in whatever fashion sought fit by whichever sorcerer needs them at that time. Simply put, the artifact contains no knowledge, no great understanding of the universe. It is nothing more than an almighty power source for those who wish to pay the price for its power. To put one’s immortal soul up for grabs, and to become fuel for its arcane reactors upon death is to truly sacrifice all that is true in the galaxy for the meager prospect of power.
With each subsequent sacrifice, the stone becomes stronger; but by a degree that is entirely dependent on the person who is brought into its eldritch folds. For a master, a large boon in power equivalent their own is given, but for a large amount of sacrifices made of a naturally force sensitive species there would be little gain in comparison to the energy spent to put them inside of it. While it is massive for the spirits inside of it, there is still the need to spend time to insert each of the would be spiritual fuel cells into it.
Once done however, it can be sent to them directly through the force. Calling upon its energy, those who bring it forth bring about the power of its collected masses; but none of their knowledge. Only the blind energy of a thousand screaming Jedi and Sith brought to heel to magnify its user’s attack or defense. Truly, a weapon beyond compare.
As more people are connected to the metaphysical fission reactor, the power is equally spread to each of them. In a sense, while the reactor is always working, unused energy is wasted; and so each of the members is only allocated a specific amount of its current output. In no way can one steal from the total more than they are allowed, as it simply can not be done.
Should too many people be connected at once, the power spread to each is almost completely negligible. Although the ritual itself is hard to commit to in itself, there is therefore a realistic limit to how many people can be connected at any given point, and should one ever go over that then the benefits of each are slimmed down serious factor with each concurrent avatar.
For those who sold their soul for the benefit of power, comes the punishment of endless cries of suffering in their dreams and waking nightmares. Breaking the sanctity of life, using enslaved souls for a grand purpose, all come with a heavy cost that is often one's sanity. To wake every night from the out crying of their hearts and minds, and to hear their speech in the darkness of one's own mind, that is to truly know insanity.
With its size and weight comes it's equally unruly need for a single location. The monuments weight is extreme, and anything short of an absolutely massive cruiser will be unable to lift it from its place, and move it anywhere else; and because of this it is entirely subject to whoever finds it.
Should it be found, destroying it as easy as blowing the base with explosives. When destroyed the souls of those taken within it are spread throughout the metaphysical realm, subject to the whims of the force in earnest. That being said, those who become one with the force do so, and those who are bound for the netherworld do so as well.
In addition to its weight, should the monument be left in a single position far too long; then it will slowly corrupt the area it is in. With it, it runs 'roots' deeper and deeper into the world it is on until it begins to even corrupt the mantle underneath it, all until the entirety of the area is completely subject to deplorable conditions. As darkness corrupts the land it sits on, the area around it becomes nearly unlivable; and can almost never be hidden.
If the signal is ever blocked, then those who are connected become weaker by the second. With their ability to draw on the force hindered after being so used to the amplification offered, to be blocked from its power can cause one to become almost pacified in the ways of the force.
Worse yet, should the dark tower ever be destroyed, those who were its avatars will be forever hindered in the way of the force. With pieces of their very being cut from who they are, they are now longer able to work as they once had; and become not only sickly, but unable to use the force in nearly any capacity. Only the few capable are able to use it after, and even still it is meager at best.
DESCRIPTION
Chinvat Caverns │
Hundreds of meters of caverns that were heavily altered using The Darkstaff to allow the monolith to be taken underground, before being returned to a chagrin maze of twisting and confusing tunnels that most often end in dead ends. With untold number of sith spawn inhabiting its corridors, and the demeaning trails one must follow to get where they are meant to be, it in itself is all the defenses the man made nexus needs.
The Monolith │
Hidden deep within the corrupted earth, lies the mausoleum that houses the Monolith in its entirety. With massively high walls, columns that are each etched in their own beauty, there is but a single room with an unnatural lighting that peers from the domed ceiling that lies centered above its beautiful and abysmal form.
DESCRIPTION
-- Overview --
The Chinvat Monolith; a weapon so destructive that few could comprehend just what sort of apocalyptic catalyst that it truly is. When fueled, it allows it people to become walking avatars of the synthetic nexus; a walking soul avatar focused on nothing more than its ruler's bidding. In this, it finds its most prevalent strengths, ones so forward in nature that few could compare should it ever reach its magnum opus.
-- Design --
After the dedication of a good number of souls, sacrificed to begin the arcane reaction deep in its metaphysically molten core, the creation of the Chinvat Monolith became founded in reality. While its main designer and curator was The Slave, it would not have been possible to create without the needed assistance and resources offered by a number of those around him.
While he had the idea long before he had access to it, the Darkstaff played a very major role in his ability to manufacture the would be tomb. With its ability to amplify the user's ability to create and destroy, it became the brush in the massively complicated project that was the Monolith. The fact it could help control the lesser willed helped too, but even still it alone would not be enough to craft the reactor.
In turn, the great Darkforge of Aza’zoth became the anvil to the Darkstaff’s hammer. Together, they helped to create this unholy abomination that now graces our galaxy; and in turn benefits those who became its surrogate parents. Once more, the unholy children of the Darkforge would become pertinent, and perhaps the greatest creation to ever come off its
-- Function --
The Monolith enhances the power of those connected to it, but only if it is continually fed souls. If deprived of souls, the Monolith will cease functioning. That meaning that the power output it is able to create is only equivalent to the people that are producing said energy inside of it.
In addition, those who are brought into its folds leave a piece of their soul inside of it. That meaning that not only if they die they become apart of the metaphorical reactors, but should the obelisk be destroyed than they will forever lose a piece of their soul. Forever lost the void, forever hindering their ability to contact the force.
Yet the purpose of the piece left behind is not only as a failsafe to stop betrayal, but also one that allows the energy itself to be transported directly to them through the force. It does not travel through the air, there is no delay, it simply appears. In line with the dark side of the force, the energy itself is transported through the folds of reality, breaching nature and giving its gift to its avatars in short order.
-- Conditions --
Inside the Knock off Netherworld things become far more gruesome it would seem. Behind black walls of obsidian, and force sensitive stone corrupted far past its boundaries, lies the arcane home of all who reside within the monument of torture. Souls forever milked dry of their essence, forced to become what they never meant to be; practical farm animals for the goods they keep in the work they can commit.
It is horrifying, and the process is hardly painless. Those subjected to it would experience millions of lashings, stonings, and crushing pressures far beyond anything physically possible all in the matter of seconds, all to keep their soul forced into a position of accelerated production of energy. Over time, this can cause the soul’s to corrupt, become darker and more paranoid version of themselves than they were, slowly reducing their effectiveness over hundreds of years.
-- Summary --
In short, The Chinvat Monolith is beyond comprehension for the majority of the galaxy’s scholars. Something so rudimentarily disgusting in its actions, that only the dark and depraved mind of someone like The Slave would begin to realize its existence; forever staining the galaxy with yet another besmirchment to the living entity that is the force and all that is good within her.
