The Dark Crystal (CIS - Mandragora / Dark Acolyte)

[Fawn Alzi]

Location: Training Hall (2) -> Main Hall (3)
Post: 2
@Er'in Tenel | [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"] | [member="Kurenai Yumi"] | [member="Daxton Bane"] | [member="Darth Atrox"]

"All I'm saying is that any haven for sithspawn couldn't be held to the same standard as-" Fawn was interrupted by the very problem she spoke of, lighting her magenta saber with a swift motion to cleave the sithspawn in two. "Eugh..." she groaned, remarking at the less-than-graceful way it broke apart and came tumbling down before her in a heap of dead, decomposing flesh. "Worse than roaches, these things... They have no fight in them, and yet still they charge like the beasts they are."

If she hadn't already been accustomed to the stench of sewers and garbage, she would have surely been covering her nose by then, but alas, she hadn't been living in such luxury since she left Dathomir. Even still, the stench alone was more than enough to impede in her ability to sense much of anything, not that she was especially skilled at such a thing regardless, and so she relied on the reactions of Katrine to give her a vague sense of what might be coming up.

 

[Darth Atrox]

The Sith Lord moved his way to the front of the group, nodding to those who acknowledged him, and ignoring those who chose not to. His blade had been holstered onto his hip once more, and his fingers were outstretched, preparing to unleash mutilating spurts of energy upon the Sithspawn just as his fellow Sith Lord, [member="Daxton Bane"] was doing. Darth Atrox offered a genuine smile toward the Witch, "Sithspawn are my speciality."

With that, a brutal torrent of Sith Lightning erupted from his fingertips and crackled across the room, burning the Sithspawn as if the flames of his Zabrak comrade had licked at them. It jumped from one spawn to the next in a great chain, and smoke rose from their bodies as they slumped to the floor one by one, utterly incinerated by the two Sith Lord's combined might. Those who did not fall to his wrath would be picked off as they squirmed on the ground, or crushed under the pressure of his Force Grip.

The stench knocked him sick, and even though he was used to all manner of stinks after his exile to the jungles of Dathomir the rotting, torching corpses which zigzagged across this dark battleground made the Sith Lord wish that he had just cut them with his blade, rather than torment the group to this revolting smell which would hang around his tunic for many a month afterwards.

[member="Fawn Alzi"] @Er'in Tenel [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"] [member="Kurenai Yumi"]

 

[Daxton Bane]

[member="Darth Atrox"] [member="Fawn Alzi"]

Reining in the power that flowed through him the gale force winds gradually slowed down to a light breeze. The host of undead, literally scattered and thrown to winds, no longer barred their way.

Drawing but not activating a lightsaber in each hand, Daxton proceeded forward into the dark interior, ready to strike at moments notice should he sense an attack. His weapons unlit so as not to give away his position should something be waiting inside.

 

[Er'in Tenel]

(A little bit of DMing here, nothing from Er'in herself)

The training hall opens out into the immense, vaulted chamber of the main gathering hall, the walls hung with the kill-trophies of ancient Sith - or psuedo-Sith, if you're being precise.

And there, among the stench and the rotting bodies, is what may be easily identified as the 'source' of the problem in the ancient, corrupt Academy. It may also explain why the Jedi who came here to wipe out the occasional cult simply left, because unless they came with Masters - and Masters trained in some esoteric and powerful arts - they would suffer greatly trying to prevent the problem.

A vast rift rises from the ground to the vaulted rafters, one neither dark side, nor light, neither spirit nor worldly - whatever mad ritual was attempted here has sundered reality on a rather fundamental, fractured level. The green of Danthomiri Spirit Essence swirls in great loops around the outside of a swirling core of blackness, the spirits of Ryloth swarm and twist, trying to escape their unintentional bondage, alongside them are the ghosts of the deceased - twisted beings possibly destined for the Netherworld, but now trapped in this frozen helix of corruption.

And standing at the base is the spectral figure of a Sith, shrouded in robes and the dust of ages, his fingers playing with the feeding tendrils of a juvenile leviathian that still manages to wrap half the way around the resting place - and is very real.

"Ah." The ancient figure comments, looking up and stroking a most impressive beard. "I see the latest class is here to begin tuition." He waves a hand, and ghosts and spirits are pulled screaming from the helix that either he sustains, or that sustains him. "Lets see if you survive longer than the last ones."

[member="Daxton Bane"] [member="Darth Atrox"] [member="Fawn Alzi"] [member="Nyx"] [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"] [member="Kurenai Yumi"] [member="Mirvak"] [member="Akabane"]

(Que boss music)

 

[Katrine Van-Derveld]

Location: Main Hall (3)
Post: 4
Tag: [member="Er'in Tenel"], [member=Nyx], [member=Akabane], [member=Mirvak], [member="Kurenai Yumi"], [member="Fawn Alzi"], [member="Daxton Bane"], [member="Darth Artox"]

Katrine had noted the eagerness of the Sith Lords in banishing the sithspawn. "Grazie," she had thus muttered her breath, a thank you in her native language. A new addition to the group talked about sithspawn being worse than roaches. "They're not roaches. They're a pest and pest can be exterminated." Katrine pointed out, having seen the effect the combination of hers and Daxton's powers had caused. It wasn't easy but it could be done.

They walked into the next room and almost immediately, her stomach began to twist in pain, causing her to wince. Katrine hadn't felt it before, not clearly until she had now. They were screaming inside her head, pleading for release. The Witch still hasn't realized what had happened to her on Rodia though she had seen the markings on her flesh. Right now, she couldn't properly think from the way they were pleading, her sapphire gaze focusing on the green smoke flowing through. Something in the way it moved and dance reminded her of a tale Nona told her when she was little though her head couldn't quite work form the screaming right now.

Her attention turned as she heard the voice of a man, his hand stroking his lost beard. He called them a class. "What are you doing to them?" She asked without thinking, still feeling the pain though she was slowly growing accustomed to them. All her life, Katrine had shared a connection with a spirit, which she now defined as a curse though she couldn't begin to understand that it was because of that mediumship that she was able to be corrupted by Avarisa, and why the pain she was feeling was coming from spirits. She's here, she's here, she heard whispers through that pain, something seemingly shifting inside the pool as the old figure had wondered where they would survive longer than the others. His movements caused by screaming and more pain, causing her to wince again, feeling a new wave of pain hit her. "Stop it! You're hurting them!"

In the midst of the pain, she felt the presence of the creature before she had seen it, her eyes drawing towards the tendrils before she'd taken in the entirety of the creature. Her mouth formed into an o as she watched the beast. Vicious and precious at the same time, she had felt earlier and now that feeling had only magnified but the spirits still cried out to be set free.

Her next action was done out of pure impulse and yet, somehow, in the back of her mind, Katrine had known these spirits would not bring her harm because of what she was and what she would become, even if she wasn't fully aware what that was yet. With a firm step, she walked forward, drawing closer to the ichor. The green smoke touched her skin, feeling its warmth and power but even more so, she felt the trapped spirits reaching for her skin, trying to grab a hold of her. Spirit ichor, she remembered Nona's voice as she did, the base of Nightsister's magic once upon a time. Nona had a knowledge of a great many things, many of which her Mother had missed out growing up of their planet. Channeled from the Winged Goddess herself. Another step led her further into the smoke, the warm passing from the smoke to the inside, her eyes closing as she let it wrap around her. She wasn't afraid. It could be manipulated in a great many ways and so it had been.

From inside, she drew on her lightsaber, igniting it from within the smoke, summoning its energy. Had the Nightsister Mother not conjured a lightsaber? Nona said as much in her tales. The smoke began to draw into the blew hilt, corrupting it.

 

[Er'in Tenel]

Er'in's long suffering sigh almost seems to mirror the screams of tortured souls.

"What is wrong with you people?" She snapped waspishly at the ghost, bringing up her sword with premptive timing as a blast of lightning grounded into it. "Why must you always go insane, corrupt and then distort the world? Which part of the Sith Code says 'and in being free you should be free of sanity'?"

She glanced over at Kat, saw the twisting spiral of smoke and essence. She couldn't manipulate that, but she could certaintly assist.

"Drain his power. I'll keep him..." A much, much larger blast of lightning and the screaming form of a bound ghost distracted her and sent her rolling to one side, but left her slightly gratified as her own blast of lightning burnt into the ghostly flesh in return. "...busy!"

[member="Katrine Van-Derveld"]

 

[Katrine Van-Derveld]

Location: Main Hall (3)
Post: 5
Tags: [member=Er'in Tenel"] [member=Nyx] [member="Daxton Bane"] [member=Akabane] [member=Mirvak] [member="Kurenai Yumi"] [member="Darth Atrox"] [member="Fawn Alzi"] [member="Muad Dib"] [member=Rapax]

Er'in spoke sharply but inside the ichor, she'd felt distant to Katrine as the spirits poked and pulled at her skin, trying to get her attention. She allowed them, her eyes closing as she listened to each of their cries and screams inside her mind, feeling their pain inside her. They pleaded with her, demanded she save them, ordered her to strike at the heart of their captor and erase him.

Then, Er'in's voice went through again, still sounding so far away but she could hear her none the less. Drain his power, the words had seemed so simple but the action seemed beyond her reach. Katrine did the only thing she could think of at that moment - she allowed the spirits, quietly concentrating. It was a willingness, a an approval. One that the spirits picked up on, piercing through her skin, fighting stronger against their captor now as they consumed her. Katrine could feel them, they weren't afraid of her, they were instead using her. The voices inside her head grew louder then.

Somewhere along the way, she'd lost the grasp of her ligthsaber and it fell to the floor, dropping on the activation button. The beam shut off, the hilt rolling away. Katrine wasn't aware of any of it. Instead, her head thought of a weapon though she wasn't sure if the thought was even hers. Weapon, the thought grew louder, movice chanting together. We need a weapon, the voice continued in her head on a loop before the thought became her own. "We need a weapon," Katrine suddenly said outloud, convinced it was her own thought, with resolve and belief, knowing full well she was right.

Reach! Reach! The spirits chanted in union inside her as more of them began to draw to her, escaping their captor as they did. "Reach," Katrine chanted herself as they filled her. "Reach inside the ichor, claim your weapon," and her hand reached into the center of the ichor, the smoke flowing along her hand as she did. Inside it, her hand paused with palm outstreched, her fingers coming together against thin air. "Reach inside the ichor, claim your weapon," her voice low and boomed by the voices of the spirit chanting through her. As her fingers came together, she felt the solid material beneath her skin, grasping tightly as she held it firmly, drawing it back to her.

In her hand, she held the hilt of the sword, it blade green and smokey as if green fire was dancing around it.

The old ghost turned his attention on her suddenly, the source of his power weakened, eyes widened from the sight of the weapon she was holding. "Impossible," the ghost screatched, causing Katrine to look at him. "Nothing is impossible," Katrine's voice boomed, amlified by the spirits. "Destroy him," she ordered suddenly, her free hand rising, sending the spirits under her control to him. With her control over them, the pained spirits charged, the green smoke launching at the old ghost who had caused them such pain through this whole time.

 

[Daxton Bane]

Location: Main Hall (3)
Post: 4
Tag: @Er'in Tenel, [member="Nyx"], [member="Akabane"], [member="Mirvak"], [member="Kurenai Yumi"], [member="Fawn Alzi"], @Darth Artox, [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"]

While keeping concentration, Daxton nudged Katrine with a gentle reminder, “Pests they may be to our eyes but even pests can be useful from time to time.” Already Daxton’s mind was churning with possibilities to use this to his advantage should he be able to duplicate the spell.

The unfortunate side effect of war, was the unavodable spike in the death toll both on the military as well as the civilian side. So many assets who usefulness has come to an abrupt end only to end up as fertilizer in the ground. Now take it two steps further, what if he could turn the enemy dead into a tool for his own purpose. Imagine drop ships filled with mindless, fearless cannon fodder, imagine the impact on ebpnemy morale to have to be fighting and killing the mockery of your former comrades in arms. This was definitely something he would have to look into more closely, yet not to tip his hand just yet.

Holding his blades in a defensive pose, he scanned the room for any other sithspawn still intact enough to pose a threat and quickly rectify the situation.

 

[Akabane Jarvik]

Location: Main Hall
Post: 2

He was glad that so many skilled people came, as there was a significant number of these things going after the group but it was also fun to see the other members in action. Akabane hadn't witnessed the powers of his comrades before this so he was fascinated when they used them, especially the combination of elements fire and wind. A hit by that creation proved to be effective against the sithspawn. "Interesting.." he mumbled.

While the others were either conversing or fighting the sithspawn, Akabane kept to himself. If a question was asked, he'd answer but small talk didn't interest him. This was the result of a recent incident that had put him in a terrible mood. However the two sith Lords in the front appeared to be enjoying themselves and even putting on a show. The force lightning was most impressive, striking one enemy after another though Akabane wouldn't forget about Daxton's use of wind. Both of them put on a wonderful performance along with everyone else. Akabane was lacking in that area, having only killed a few sithspawn.

Akabane couldn't believe what he was seeing when a rift opened up and spirits appeared, at the bottom was a man and his pet? "You've got to be kidding me!" he really didn't understand what was happening, the witches that came along were probably more prepared for this than he was. Akabane looked all around him and everyone was busy doing something, except for him. It was time that he did something useful and the creature was a good thing to start with. Although its size and body features intimidated him just a little, he wasted no time in his attempt to silence it.

The nimble Akabane sprinted towards the massive beast and force leapt high into the air, igniting his saber and revealing the crimson blade. He spun with the blade to add some extra force for the impact, expecting this monster to be a tough one, but before the blade even got close... the leviathan woke up. Its movement was faster than he thought it would be. Akabane realized he messed up by jumping at this very moment. The monster's muzzle and his abdomen crashed into eachother, only one of them went flying and that was of course Akabane. It hurt, it really hurt... like a punch to the stomach times a thousand. Now, he was flying at an unbelievable speed towards the ground. Akabane closed his eyes, that's it for me huh?

It was pretty fun, acting as if the leviathan had defeated the lowly apprentice. That wouldn't be a bad death but a woman could do a better job of hurting him than this thing. Akabane focused, using wind to blow upward against his back from below. The goal was to slow down his falling speed. He succeeded in not dying but he still hit the ground, just at a slower speed. There wasn't enough time to completely stop, not that it mattered. Akabane was pretty tough, he'd fight even when coughed up blood escaped his mouth. He stayed there on the ground for a few seconds and then he attempted to get up.

He stood up fine, with some pain around his abdomen. Akabane had to catch his breath after that powerful hit. The leviathan appeared to be sleepy still by the time he recovered. He picked up his lightsaber,
leaving it off. "I'm certain my death is near." he grinned halfway, then let out a sigh. "I'm surprised you, a revolting beast, will be the one to claim my life. In fact, I always thought Aevan would be the one to kill me after discovering I had an affair." he meant it. Akabane would've loved to die by his lover's hands but... she was gone. "Now, lovely. Devour me!" he said with his hands up in the air before laughing hysterically. The hit must've knocked a screw loose.

[Member="Er'in tenel"] | [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"] | [member="Daxton Bane"] | [member="Nyx"] | [member="Kurenai Yumi"] | [member="Fawn Alzi"] | [member="Darth Atrox"]

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

Post: 3

Kurenai brought her Naginata to bear at the new sight of a dark robbed person, a menacing power radiating off the individual and that massive Sith spawn that was present under their control, the screeching sounds of the many spirits causing her to start taking thing seriously for a change, but as again any contemplated action proved to be unnecessary. Before either of those around could act [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"] became under a trance of sorts, communicating with the many spirits around rather then fighting, though not being a skill she herself had Kurenai was well acquainted with witch craft and those wielding other wordy power.

Taking a defensive posture as the spirits approached, ready in case the witch was unable to quell their attack, "You best hurry witch", suddenly the spirits stopped, seeming to become the woman, a shrouded mist engulfing the girl as she walked towards ichor reaching inside. What felt like several minutes pasted before the woman pulled her arm out retrieving a ghostly sword, its blade shimmering with a sinister green glow, it felt connected to the spirits, similar to the alter on Atrisia where Sith sacrificed people, leaving the forest teaming with deadly spirits. Kurenai came closer to the Witch as she pointed the sword towards the Sith, the ghost turning around, chagrining the man with blood curdling screams, "If I had to guess it seems that blade was the one that felled all these people, which the Sith used to capture their souls and use it to kill those foolish enough to enter". She pointed her blade in a offensive posture as now the balance was in their favor, "Though it seemed he did not expect such a powerful party to come".

Using the force Kurenai leapt towards the massive beast along with Sith Lord [member="Daxton Bane"] and [member="Akabane"] as the two had already engaged the massive Sith spawn, the latter's being rather unfortunate as the beast woke up, head butting the acolyte away with ease, acting all melodramatic and coy about the whole thing. "Careful child, you may get your wish if lucky enough, though I would expect yourself to be a mere entree for such a beastly Sith spawn, would you not say, now come, perhaps a combined attack with more though put into it will yield better results, I will do left and you go right, but if is any conciliation let it come after me first, unlike you myself can take a very heavy beating".

@Er'in Tenel l [member="Darth Atrox"] l [member="Fawn Alzi"]

 

[Akabane Jarvik]

Location: Main hall
Post: 3

While Akabane was busy going bonkers, another challenger stepped forward to handle the beast. It was a woman, he'd only noticed her after his laughing stopped. She offered up a plan that could lead them to a favorable ending. He would gladly bathe in pain but for the sake of everyone there, he decided that it'd be better if he assisted in disabling the monster. Turning his head to view the woman... Akabane's jaw dropped. Tall, really fething tall... and the muscles. she was the most intimidating female he'd ever seen. Akabane was speechless for a bit, unable to give her a reply. He cleared his throat seconds later and prepared to speak, realizing they had to act fast.

He dropped his arms and allowed them to rest. "I don't doubt you can endure more pain than me, but what makes me somewhat reliable is my confidence when I'm in the presence of a woman. I'll place my trust in you. My body is your body, Miss... hey love, may I get your name before my wonderful demise?" the part about his body was a joke. Akabane started walking forward with a wide grin on his face, eyes glued to the leviathan. "Oh and I'm Akabane." he thought it was fair that he share his name as well.

[Member="Er'in tenel"] | [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"] | [member="Daxton Bane"] | [member="Nyx"] | [member="Kurenai Yumi"] | [member="Fawn Alzi"] | [member="Darth Atrox"]

 

[Er'in Tenel]

Er'in continued to do the very un-Er'in-like task of distracting the various opposition around the room, blade singing and lightning flaring as she exchanged fire, swirling dark-side energies mixing with lightning and ichor as she kept the spirits in check.

She ignored the leviathian - if they couldn't deal with it, this would all be over very quickly. Although she did want a long look at Kat's sword - and a lesson in using Spirit Ichor, because it looked damn useful stuff.

She blasted a ghost into howling fragments with a snarl of rage, her elegant features looking more alive and more beautiful the angrier she became.

She glanced over at Kat, saw the rush of spirits and took her chance, thrusting her arm into the swirling darkside vortex and letting the energy flow through her.

The experience was sublime in the most terrible fashion possible, her scream somewhere between exaltation and agony as she acted as a living short in the spell, drawing away the power and discharging it wildly in a storm around her that prevented anyone approaching.

The dark side energy disrupted, many of the enemies staggered back or fell weakly, the force sustaining them now much less powerful.

Er'in Tenel | Katrine Van-Derveld | Daxton Bane | Nyx | Kurenai Yumi | Fawn Alzi | Darth Atrox

 

[Muad Dib]

Crossing the terrain on his swoop bike he grinned as the wind whipped through his hair. He had heard that the Mandragora and the Dark Acolytes were working in tandem to explore and neutralize a dark temple before potentially taking up residence within. Ahead a small shuttle was lighting down near the entrance of the temple and, as he closed the distance, he watched a squad of BX series droids matching down the ramp before the shuttle took off once more.

Coming to a stop he threw his leg over the bike and stood, stretching lightly, before unhooking the cowboy hat that rested behind where he had been perched. Dusting the brim off he set it upon his head and turned to look at the squad who were equally wearing hats. A light smirk crossed his face as he walked with them toward the entrance where the sounds of the preceding group had already entered and become involved with something.

Pausing near the doors his glowing eyes spied motion as nearly a dozen undead beings swarmed from the shadows, falling upon the Droids, and tore the inorganic soldiers to sparking pieces. One undead chewed a hat with a vacant lot in it's eyes before the dozen undead turned their attention to the Mad Man.

Tapping into the force he ceased the minute flow that was entering his body, altering the infection that was dormant in his veins. A light nudge and the man felt the slight change in his body chemistry.

As the undead closed upon Muad they slowed and raised their heads as if they were predators catching a new scent on the wind. A slight twitch of his lips revealed his amusement as he walked by the "zombies" unscathed. The undead went followed the man as he strode through the doors and into the training hall where he saw the dismembered undead that clearly marked the trail of the preceding group.

He moved through to near the entrance of the main hall before slowing and viewing the activity where his allies were fighting. Several more sithspawn zombies were aiding the attack on the Mandragora/Dark Acolyte forces. Stopping just inside the archway of the main hall his hands clapped together once. The blue sith runes running from hand to elbow glowed for a moment as he let out a responding snarl.

All the heads of the sithspawn zombies turned to focus on the Mad Man. Quickly the undead left off their combat and surrounded the Mad Master, heads cocked to the side and chins lifted. Loud huffing breaths echoed in the open expanse of the chamber as Muad fed the infection for a brief moment before closing his eyes. Outside several large transport ships hovered in the air, dozens of Jedi leaping to the ground with multi hued lightsabers. Once in the ground the Jedi took off out of sight as the transports rise into the air and faded from view.

Letting out another snarl that sounded almost like an order, Muad watched as the legion of sithspawn ran from the room in search of the filthy Jedi who had the audacity to attempt to infiltrate the Darkside temple.

As the last one left the entrance of the temple Muad dropped to one knee letting the images of the Jedi fade as they "hid" from the hunting sithspawn. Focusing on his breathing one hand pulled a deathstick from his jacket pocket and ignited as he breathed in. Looking inward he focused on the infection, following the tendrils of disease and eradicating portions. T'was easy to see where he needed to curb the infection using shatterpoint and slowly he altered himself until the infection once more had gone dormant.

Resting for a moment he opened his glowing eyes to view the action within the room, blue smoke from the deathstick creating a faint smokescreen as he revitalized himself.

@Er'in Tenel | [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"] | [member="Daxton Bane"] | [member="Nyx"] | [member="Kurenai Yumi"] | [member="Fawn Alzi"] | [member="Darth Atrox"]

 

[Katrine Van-Derveld]

Main Hall (3)​

At her commend or their own, the spirits enveloped the old ghost, causing him double the pain each of the pain though nothing but the smoke and green smoke engolfing him could be seen as the ghost screamed.

Katrine didn't have to worry about the zombies in the back, knowing full well Daxton and Arlox would deal with them.

In the corner of her vision though, she'd caught sight of the blade igniting, feeling an awakening before she had even looked to see the big eyes opening. The spirits were at their worst, attacking the ghost at their own will and acting out of vengence against him so when her sapphire gaze focused on [member="Akabane"] being hit by the massive creature, it hadn't distracted them from what they were were doing. "No," she barely muttered as [member="Kurenai Yumi"] approached him.

She turned to look back at what the spirits were doing. "End him," she ordered them, feeling the boost inside her coming not from the dead trapped but from the spirit who had claimed her, Jart himself. The commend coming from the beyond had only resolved their anger, focused them and the screaming of the ghost increased before the spirits began consuming him, eating through him. Screams continued until the spirits completely consumed him, leaving nothing behind but a single lightsaber hilt that dropped to the ground, the last remaining trace of the ghost.

Hand reaching for it, Katrine summed the weapon though she didn't ignite it as she holstered it to her belt. She wouldn't keep it but with how the Academy, it was safer with her than just lying around.

From behind her, she could hear [member="Er'in Tenel"]'s scream, making her turn to see the storm behind her. "Er'in!" But the storm was too strong for her to get to her and she could feel the built up before it released, feeling the presence around them weaken. "That will help," she said after a moment, her senses reaching out through the Academy. Er'in had certainly done them a world of help by what she had done. Her sense had however picked up another presence, sapphire gaze looking back towards the front, noting the blue light in the distance yet her mediumship was informative enough. She could practically feel Doashim in his wake as he approached. "Shaman Dib, won't you join us?" She'd only called out to [member="Muad Dib"] before she looked back at Er'in. "We should help Purple and Kurenai." It was all she said before she rose her new sword, the green glow spreading from its blade as she moved towards the massive beast. it was the next challenge.

Yet the Force was revealing enough. This beast, though she knew no name for it was without a doubt the one she had senses before though it wasn't awake then as it was now. Terrifying and precious," she recalled her first instict as she approached. It was far big, bigger than her average rancor. Yet, Katrine defined rancors in that same way - terrifying and precious. Witches appreciated and respected their companions and those with whom they hadn't bonded. They were family in their might and treated as such, especially in the Singing Mountain Clan, from where she'd learned all this.

This creature, however, was neither a rancor nor family. It could do them harm sooner than it would protect them, and this was something she couldn't forget, Katrine reminded herself as her heels clicked against the old tiles beneath. Her sapphire gaze met the Leviatan, its look was primitive and sinister and right now, it was looking at her like she was its next meal as they stared ach other down. "We lose too much if we fight it," she quietly said as she continued to watch it. The creature didn't attack her outright, they continued to stare at each other. "Er'in...," she called back carefully, not wanting to make a sudden move. "I need you to help me calm it." Though Katrine had used her Animal Friendship to bond with creatures, she had never used it on an something like this.

From her hand, the sword vanished in an instant in the very moment she had tried concentrating on the Force.

Item collected: 5. Headmasters' Lightsaber

[member="Fawn Alzi"] [member="Darth Atrox"] [member="Daxton Bane"]​

 

[Er'in Tenel]

Er'in shook her head violently from side to side, then stepped back out of the immediate fight to collect her wits.

Everything hurt, her mind was filled with some sort of strange mental static that made it hard to even focus her eyeballs, never mind think clearly.

[member="Katrine Van-Derveld"]'s words echoed in her skull and she looked up almost slowly in response, her gaze focusing on the other real threat in the room.

That was... a little more ambitious than a Dragon. She wasn't even sure calm was a state such a creature would - or could - reach. But she understood enough to try - or at least to start the process.

She took a deep breath, straightening her back until her stance showed no fear, letting hot blood rush through her veins and clear her mind with rage.

The Leviathian snapped a tentacle at her, sensing weakness, and she met its gaze with her own. This was about the only mental power she had any talent for. She reached out to touch Kat's efforts, her mind and soul a blazing fire of energy.

"Be. Still." She snapped between gritted teeth.

[member="Katrine Van-Derveld"] [member="Muad Dib"]

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

Post: 4

Kurenai stared at the moan for a moment confused by his hesitant nat- wait no she knew now, it was probably surprising to see a woman so well built as her. Though there where many female personal in the militarizes of all faction most where more the slim athletic type, herself on the other hand having core muscles that of a Mandalorian, tall and to boot a rather large rack. 'More pain then you? ha I've been stabbed by lightsabres and walked if off within an hour or so, broken bones, shrapnel all manners of pain, things that would have broken any other person, in body and in mind", He may ask question but that was all she was going to say, being a vampire was a secret.

Standing up she steeled herself for the coming fight, stumbling a little bit at the man manner of speach... it was rather flirty and suggestive, her eyes glancing to the Sith in a 'what the' manner. *ahem* "Well my name is Kurenai, it is nice to meet your @Akabane", he would have commented on the flirting nature, but now was not the time, herself quickly moving to the side as the giant beast lumbered forward, but now attack out be done. Suddenly the best seemed to stand still, @Er'in Tenel voice echoing over the hall, a commanding manner of strength, almost ordering the beast, and it obey like a good little pet, Kurenai lowering her gaurds slightly.

"Hmmm a Sith spawn may make a nice addition to the CIS", reaching out with the force Kurenai used her own power to calm the best, her aura that of confidence and power, astering dominance over the bests mind, such a creature being able to feel the age of the woman that probed at its mine. in the back ground the screams and echos of the spirits attacking the Sith lord where like music to ones ears, and also a sick irony too.

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[Muad Dib]

Rising once more to his feet Muad looked on as the others battled with the Leviathan in varying ways. At Katrine's words of greeting the Mad Man grinned. The new Nightmother was taking lead with the other Witches of the Mandragora. It was her right, her burden to bear. Yet she needed not carry the burden alone. The Shamans were conduits to their respective patrons, and as Muad was there for the predecessor so was he for the current incarnation.

"Yes mother."

Winking at Kat he turned towards the Leviathan. The creature was a great beast of Darkside energy, despite it being an adolescent. He had learned of their creation and control from studying Syn and understood the sithspawn. Closing his eyes he pulled on the force, the power swirling within him as he stood at the eye.

Reaching out through the force he brushed the creature's mind and cast a blanket over the room. Each force user radiated a presence that urged the Leviathan into action. To destroy and feed. It was one of the main instincts burrowed into it at creation. Without something to destroy or devour the creature would choose to slumber, entering into hibernation until it sensed a foe to destroy or consume.

Slowly he began to create an illusion of an empty chamber while casting a net around the Leviathan that would still it's senses, camouflaging the Mandragora's presences and enticing the creature into a fit of slumber. The strain of concentration caused his head to pound as he wove the force creating a new reality for the Leviathan that would, conceivably, cause the creature to choose to enter hibernation.

Gritting his teeth he also sent a feeling of fatigue toward the creature. Between the others who were calming the beast, and his efforts to blanket their auras and assist in the creature growing weary he felt the state of mind of the Leviathan slowly begin to change.

@Er'in Tenel | [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"] | [member="Daxton Bane"] | [member="Nyx"] | [member="Kurenai Yumi"] | [member="Fawn Alzi"] | [member="Darth Atrox"]

 

[Daxton Bane]

While it went against his natural instinct to inflict pain and suffering, he also knew that they were right to sooth and lull the creature into a slumber would be more efficient use of theri resouces. Perhaps a variation of the Mind Tricks force discipline, as he began to hum softly a soothing tune. It has been decades since he last heard or uttered the words himself, but he could still hesr then in his mind

As I went down to the river to pray
Studying about that good old way
And who shall wear the starry crown
Good Lord, show me the way

O sisters let's go down,
Let's go down, come on down,
O sisters let's go down,
Down in the river to pray

As I went down in the river to pray
Studying about that good old way
And who shall wear the robe and crown
Good Lord, show me the way

O brothers let's go down,
Let's go down, come on down,
Come on brothers let's go down,
Down in the river to pray

Ah he uttered the last word he opened his eyes and a small tear escaped down the corner of his face. Fortunately his reflective mask would hide this weakness from the others to see.

 

[Katrine Van-Derveld]

At the edge of Main Hall(3)​

She hadn't tapped into the Force, she hadn't begun to soothe the Leviathan. She'd only been staring at the large creature as it attacked Er'in, momentarily panicking, her thoughts pulling from the spirits that had kept her. The sound of the Shaman's voice had made her look at him. Yes, mother, she'd heard before seeing the wink, confusing her further. Was he messing with her? Did he think he was funny? Katrine was no Mother. Mother would have told her to get the hell out of there because none of this was her problem but Katrine was not her Mother, as she was not her Father. She was a combination of them both, with her Nona Satara and her Nona Na'ala, her Aunt Ti'Cira and even the Ceta who had begun their journey on Dathomir. She was all those things but she was neither just her Mother or a Mother.

Then suddenly, she'd felt Er'in working through the Force, trying to reach out to what she should have been doing as she realized she could indeed Sense through the Force again. Thank the Goddess, the Witch had taught to herself as her mind had reached to the creature, feeling it through the Force. It was young, so young but it was hungry and not for regular food, she'd managed to trace as she'd worked to soothe him. With Muad's efforts, though odd in action, seemed to make sense as the hunger for them seemed to decrease. Katrine had nothing more to do than to continue to calm it on her end through her power, a silent lullaby for his mind as the Shaman did most of the work, least until Daxton had begun to sing.

It fell into its slumber eventually, with their efforts combined, subdued. Kat's Sense spread involuntarily as she felt more like the spirits she had found here. There was still so much pain and anger that she began moving back into the Training Hall from where they had coming, running to her left, into a small hallway, onto to stop before the entrance leading to the next room.

Hall of Wraiths (11)​

There was anger inside, so much anger. And beyond there, there was confusion. The spirits though, they were all calling out, whether they knew she could hear them or not. She walked in, unable to resist the call. It came as a rush the very second. The anger, the fury, the pain. They had been harmed, they had been killed and they were forced to suffer throughout it all within. A new life in the room had suddenly caused it all to halt for a second as they focused on the living being in their presence. It felt like forever they were staring at her but in reality, it had only been mere seconds before the spirits had launched at the Medium in their presence, their spiritual essences passing through.

Katrine screamed as they hit her, the impact of their feelings and horrors hitting her one after the other.

Spoiler

Hurried up a bit. Kat went off in the direction, your choice if you wanna go deal with other places or if anyone wants to tag along.

[member=Er'in Tenel] [member="Kurenai Yumi"] [member="Muad Dib"] [member="Daxton Bane"] [member="Nyx"] [member="Fawn Alzi"] [member="Darth Atrox"]​

 

[Muad Dib]

Location: Main Hall (3), then Library (6)

With the Leviathan finally coaxed back into slumber and the sithspawn currently engrossed in chasing the image of Jedi on the exterior of the temple Muad sighed and refocused his energy into himself. As the last strands of song echoed in his ears he turned to Daxton Bane with a small grin stretching across his face.

"That was beautiful. If you ever decide to lay down your sword you could make a killing as a bard."

Light laughter echoed in the hall as he nodded to the other man and watched Katrine abruptly leave the room. Frowning somewhat he turned to join her but a growl from the Patron gave him pause. We are continuing our work in her. Do not interrupt. A grimace as the Mad One debated on following her anyway was met with a warning growl from Doashim which made the man chuckle.

Moving along one of the connecting rooms he left the others behind and entered a large library with rows and rows of shelves filled with dusty tomes, datapads, scrolls, and books. A smirk at the thought that this room was a fire hazard just waiting to happen. Browsing through the rows as he made his way deeper into the library he reached out and plucked an ancient scroll from the shelf and unrolled it carefully. Words written on the top drew his eyes. "There is no passion…there is solely obsession. There is no knowledge. There is solely conviction. There is no purpose. There is solely will. There is nothing… Only me."

Brow furrowed as he considered the Creed, but a presence began to fill his senses as the hair at the back of his neck began to stand on end. Turning he scanned the rows around him, seeing nothing. Turning back to place the scroll upon the self he was met with the corpsified, etheral face of some spirit that nearly caused him to jump.

Then spectral, wizened hands gripped his neck in a flash and began to squeeze.

@Er'in Tenel I [member="Kurenai Yumi"] I [member="Daxton Bane"] I [member="Nyx"] I [member="Fawn Alzi"] I [member="Darth Atrox"] I [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"]