The Dead God
OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION
- Intent: To follow up with The Slave's pursuit of what was mentioned in not only Bestria's holocrons, but also numerous rumors and leads followed upon over the course of a few months.
- Image Source: Here
- Canon Link: Here
- Restricted Missions:
The Cold Wind Blows, where The Slave meets Velok the Younger in search of his father's staff. In doing so, they come to a deal where Velok will supply him with the remaining shard, and where to find those who can help him create it.
[*]Primary Source: Darkstaff
This is a Canon Item
PRODUCTION INFORMATION
- Name: Darkstaff
- Manufacturer: Unknown
- Affiliation: The Slave
- Modularity: No
- Production: Unique
- Material: Felucian Rancor Bones │ Phrik Core and Skin Plating │ Leviathan Leather Handle │ Alchemized Force Crystal
- Classification: Artifact
- Size: Handheld
- Length: 1.22m
- Width: N/A
- Height: N/A
- Weight: 3.63kg
- Sentient
- Feeds Off The Force
Feeds On Force Essence And Force Artifacts
[*]Strengthens As It Feeds
[*]Resistant to Force Powers / Energy Damage, but weak to light side powers.
[*]Lightsaber Resistant
[*]Can Possess Individuals And Creatures
[*]Can Alter Physical Reality Around It
[*]Creates a Disturbance In The Force
Strengths:
- The Sin of Gluttony -
With an appetite for destruction, and the infinite carnage that comes with it; the Staff is able to consume all that comes in its path. With a favorite meal being the force sensitives and essences of those who wish nothing more than to live their regular lives, there is almost nothing that is not considered the perfect dinner for this abomination of a creation. Most often, entire fields of carcasses are left in its ravenous wake, forever staining her trail in the blood of the innocent and unsuspecting. Over time, this hunger creates a great power in the device; a slow build to an eventual revelation.
Despite this however, even it must discharge its built up prowess. Because this reincarnation of the original device is not made of all the pieces, it can not hold even close to as much energy as its predecessor, but a notable amount in itself. While still a behemoth, every action it takes takes away from its power, and it has a cap to be set; a cap that while nigh unreachable by the standard practitioner is still nothing unheard of.
[*]The Jedi Exorcist -
- The Staff is not only sin incarnate, but the Devil made manifest. In this, it finds yet another grueling strength in the very essence of domination; possession of one's body and soul. Able to project its dark and twisted dreams through the speaker of another body, the staff subjugates the lesser willed to little more than the pawn that they are; effectively creating one of the most abhorrent and cruelest infringements on sovereign rights of any living being in the galaxy, with none of the morality to care.
Still, while able to dominate the lesser willed and non sentient with ease, this too can come with limitations. First, the number of people it can possess is entirely reliant on the bearers own skill in the force, and ability to magnify their energy; effectively putting the weight of such an ability on the bearer in the majority. This doesn't mean the staff doesn't take much of the brunt, considering just what the result is; but it is majority dependent on how able the the wielder is.
When in terms of sentient's, the control is also varied depending on the overall willpower of who it is exactly taking control of. While completely grueling to resist, those with skill in the force or are naturally resistant to such mind powers, are able to resist the ability, depending on the situation. The acolytes and knights may find a harder time preventing its control compared to a master, but even a master would find trouble holding off its intimidating advances into their mind. In truth, this is once more dependent on the user and their own ability; however there is the note that the more people that are taken under control at once the easier to fight off the ability it is, and even then it is not absolute. Resisting the mind control may be excruciating, but is possible when in reference to the absolute worst things one's psyche might try to contend with.
[*]Dementophobia, or Theophobia? -
- When in the presence of the beast, meek men shall falter to their knees and praise their new lord. Quiet ramblings, the subtle hints of madness, all signs that those who have witnessed her glory have fallen at her feet. The Darkstaff is a weapon so capable in its inferno of unbridled power, so destructive in its mere stillness, that those who bear witness to its greatness risk falling to the uncontrollable depths of pure dementia. To lose ones sanity to the greatest of creations is to fall to something great, in the most uncouth way.
[*]On The 7th Day -
- In truth, the greatest strength the Darkstaff may posses is its incarnate ability to change what is around it. From the ground one walks on, to the mountains they climb, to even the very beasts they meander past; those who wield its beautiful persona become God when he created creation itself. To edit, to change the natural order of things in a matter of seconds, to spit in the face of the artisan himself, is to sin in the highest regard; and to do so with such a wicked atrocity makes one forever damned in the eyes of the all seeing galaxy.
In truth, even the simplest creation one could manifest with the staff could nearly dwarf the natural order of an entire planet; easily upsetting the balance of ecosystems fortified over millions of years. Manifesting the imagination in a moments notice at the strain of the user, or using it to amplify the users ability to alter at a far slower pace, this can effectively be used to become god when creating anything that lives and breathes. Challenging creation in its very own game, it is the absolute worst transgression to meet the eyes of god.
Still, her artistic strokes are not instant; delayed in turn by the size of the change intended. While unable to instantly transition an entire planet in a moments notice; far smaller things can be done in a blink of an eye should the focus be there.
Weaknesses:
- The Sentience of Man -
As the morality of man is fickle and thin, so to is the Darkstaff's; as she is Man personified, the sin they have festered for eternity brought to physical manifestation through the dark incantations of the lowest being. With a mind of its own, she too has become fickle and condescending, a malignant energy that feeds on the suffering of those around it, able to choose its master on its very whim. In truth, the staff seeks nothing more than to end the lives of almost anything it comes across, effectively making its user a solemn beast; given only the presence of the dead raised again, and the staff for endless conversation.
With this, The Staff too comes with the quirks and dangers of even a regular being. With deceit in its nonexistent heart, and a hunger that forces it to feed in an infinite cycle of gluttony, she often allows all those around her to feed into the lies she gives off. Appeasing to the sin in men's hearts, she is the incarnation of the darkest places in humanities heart; a disgusting reflection of what lies in every creation of the force.
Yet, even the most abhorrent of personalities finds itself weak to a single thing, Love. Although abusive, disgusting, and cruel, the Darkstaff becomes almost obsessive with its owner. Not in the traditional caring sense, but one of survival and manipulation; something it fails to see as any different in truth. Despite this, it still wishes the death of almost all sentient beings around the galaxy, believing itself the true Judge, Jury, and Execution of the Galaxy's filth with little more than the legs to traverse its slums. For the Strong to make the decisions, and the weak to fall to nothing more than slaves; it refuse to respect anything but the most stalwart bearer.
And in this, the slow and grueling death of the bearer comes to light. Her all consuming nature begins to corrupt the bearer, destroying their personality and devouring their soul. In short order, they'll soon find what they once loved turned to dust, what made them laugh made little more than singed embers laid waste to in the grand scheme of all that is important.
[*]For The Kind, Find Strength -
- While the weak, the forever desolated of all mortal men's populaces are subject to its will and consumption, those who are able to sacrifice their lives out of the love, the very compassion and goodness that holds itself in all men's hearts, she is unable to feast. The very presence of the light, the yin to its yang, creates a disgust in its presence. This extends far past its simply feasting as well.
In truth, the light is the creations greatest weakness; able to cancel nearly all of its prowess when in the presence of equally strong forces. Perhaps a single master could prevent its endless strength, but an artifact of the light would negate her strength greatly, even able to silence her very voice. With nothing left but a meager whisper that barely reaches the ears of its wearer, The Staff is forever subjected to a life of avoidance, to hide in the shadows from those that overpower her with nothing more than their very presence and virtuous heart.
Those who master the light, can even become immune to the grand incarnation of sin through little more than slight concentration. With mindset made calm, those who witness its bearer and this malignant flag can ignore her enigmatic calls and forsaken temptations; letting her fall to the wayside as the goodhearted hero lay waste to its empire of darkness. This is her greatest weakness, the final nail in a long overdue coffin that should have been closed and buried eons previous.
This too applies for the objects of the universe that contrast her darkness in equal strength. Being able to mitigate its darkness, to even outright silencing her in her entirety through the light is achievable if not difficult to achieve.
[*]The Cost of Potency
- Perhaps one of the greatest dangers of wielding such powers, is being subject to her fickle nature. While the endless capacity can tempt even the strongest of wielders, even they become nothing more than a leaf floating in the abysmal breeze that she offers; forever a meaningless victim to her random whim. From her gifts, to her horrible torturous punishments.
When one bearer finds themselves on the bad side of her dangerous edges, they become the victim of her wraith. While this can range from their sudden death, to even a quick imprisonment into the void of space, perhaps the most subtle and painful punishments is the off chance the insane creation simply decides its user is no longer able to use the force. Destroy their connection, and its bearer becomes nothing more than a vessel for the negligence that she is, tasked with being the legs of the god. Nothing more than the nails that hold up the most grand painting to ever grace this side of hell, it would seem.
With this same train of thought, the user is no more a means to an end for her; and with it comes the need for energy. Utilizing the strength of the broken staff requires the user to amplify their own strength through it, feeding their very essence into its jaws to create a swath of destruction behind them. In truth, while this may be powerful for some time, those who overexert themselves or lay to her outrageous demands can see themselves the same as if they were on her bad side. Forever an empty husk that walks her about, giving up their soul to the devil that straps itself to their back.
She is no mistress to have, and those who do will find pain forever.
[*]The Grandest Presence -
- When bore to the world, the Darkstaff is too prideful to be hidden away. In its mere presence the very fabric of reality is subject to distortions and changes, a chaotic churn that allows all those in the area to feel her presence. Perhaps a show put on for attention, if not a passive byproduct of its endless reserves, but something so forceful in its dealings that all those in a system wide area could simply tell where its malignant energy originated. To all those who can see, it would be a clear challenge, if not an invitation to bear witness to its decedent incarnation.
[*]A Limited Reach -
- As all things with their founding of power in the force, so too is the Darkstaff susceptible to the wicked and fickle ways of the force. Should it not exist, or should the force not appear in an area; then the staff is no more than a paper weight. Stuck within its wretched soul, the turbulent thoughts of an untold demon cry for release only to be met with an abysmal silence; a darkness that never offers more than a quiet disregard for its unholy wishes.
DESCRIPTION
The Darkstaff is by far one of the most potent, abhorrent creations to grace the dark side of the force. In its endless years of corruption, consumption, and endless destruction, it has amassed an almost endless supply of power and metaphysical wealth. Able to know, understand, even create and change the very laws of nature, she is every darkness put into this galaxy in the palm of ones hand; yet even with all this prowess she is only a mere fraction of her original prowess, subjected to the whims of the great heroes of old that sent her latent pieces into black holes and shattered even longer before.
Yet this is at the end of her story, and she traces back many millennia before any of today's dealings. Made by an unknown father in the farthest reaches of the galaxy, from its very inception it was regret in the minds of those who witnessed it, perhaps being an accident that turned into the greatest abomination to ever traverse the cosmos. Even still, before it was allowed to run, it began with a mere few steps; in this it killed its original creator, subjecting them to the horrors of its first massacre. Now, no longer virgin to murder it lay dormant for years before being found and recovered an unknown amount of owners before ending up with the Sith Empire of old.
When found, it was not utilized, instead considered far too potent and traitorous to ever be considered a viable weapon against their enemies, no matter the promises of power she offered as whispers in the back of their blackened minds. Put into a now ancient space station known simply as the Arcanum, it became a prisoner to the careful scholars who cared for this prison of malignant powers. To be put into isolation, forever lost to the joys of manipulation and communication, it was destined to a life of dormancy from the outside world.
However, when a Sith Lord named Lord Tagriss laid siege to the facility for powers like the staff on the behalf of his horrid masters. Relieving the Darkstaff from its reliquary, Tagriss fled from the station to his master's sanctum, letting the other prisoners and soldiers he brought become a cloud of dissipating live to be used as a means of slowing down his less than cowardly pursuers. Even still, those who chased him eventually found where the abhorrent creation was taken, and inturn raided the sanctum themselves.
Yet, through enigmatic means, the staff disappeared shortly after. Lost to the annals of time, the staff simply lay void in history until it was found by a nameless trader who's name too found a grave in recesses of man's attention. However, although he may not be remembered, his actions became of great renown, as he was the first step in a long series of a run that would end with the life of an entire civilization.
It was her the Staff came into the possession of the species known as the Oblee. Studied by their greatest minds, it became their favored prophet of power, yet the staff itself had something else in mind. In its manipulation, its cruel manifestation created a massive shadow creature that fed off the literal fears the people of the planet held in their hearts. It became their greatest danger, their greatest fear in every waking moment of their miserable lives. With the Staff's presence, it became a danger to their way of life, and in turn the people of Oblis turned to its cancerous advice as the only truth they could understand.
Creating a weapon to destroy the creature from the dark mentions of the abysmal prophet, the Oblis fell to her cruel manipulations. Although some considered its advice to be against their greater interests, those who dissented were outcast and the final nails were planted into the coffin of their culture. Absorbing those fears, those hopes and dreams, the Darkstaff manifested their energy in the most destructive manifestation that it could.
Those who sought the staffs favor were instantly obliterated, made into beings who lurked in the darkness the sinful creation had made. Their planet fared no better, as it too was instantly destroyed in a matter of seconds; yet another result of its immaculate advice. Once more, the Staff was put into hiding amongst the planets rubble; forever to be guarded by the once grand people who trusted its creation wholeheartedly.
And yet, even this was not to be. Despite the attempts of nearly every owner thus far to hide away its endlessly apocalyptic energy, another would come forth and fall victim once more. A story with no end, forever repeating like the tail of Sinbad the great; sin after sin after sin, the torturous and endless cycle of absolute ignorance.
Eventually, a man known simply as Darth Rivan became the staff's next owner. Yet, even he quickly began to understand just how torturous the thing could be, and he too chose to destroy it. Though that was his goal, it too failed when the staff let its somewhat master fall into its own black hole creation, transporting him to his grave many years in the future.
Here, it was given to the next series of owners; The Jedi Order. Studied under the safety of its own light sided artifact, many assertions were made in their scholarly pursuits before it was locked away once more under the protection of many of their greatest warriors. Still, despite the precautions taken to keep the creation safe, it was lost once more only to be rediscovered by the greedy nature of criminal dissidents.
Although much of the history becomes shrouded in mystery, the truth was that the original staff was eventually destroyed by the selfless sacrifice of a nameless hero many years after its rediscovery. For almost a millennia, its darkness would lack a graceful entrance into the galactic plane, allowing once more the galaxy to understand and come to terms with balance and peace. This, their greatest chance at a future, was given to them by a single man who was forgot by all the people they ended up saving.
That is, until its subsequent recreation under the guiding eyes of a man known simply as The Slave, Velok The Younger, and Cerita Sarova, a woman simply known as Cerbera. Under the corrupted and nigh ignorant guidance of the triumvirate that calls forth a near Armageddon, they bring back a staff that was subject to the grave under a number of times. Now, brought back to the forefront of reality, it begins yet another chance at its end goal of power of everything.
Only time will tell how many lives it will take this time.
THIS WILL NOT BE USED IN PVP UNLESS ALL SIDES CONSENT TO ITS USE.
THIS IS NOT MEANT TO BE A WEAPON, ONLY A NARRATIVE DEVICE.
ADDITIONALLY, WHILE WRITTEN AS A GODLIKE ENTITY, THIS IS NOT AS POWERFUL AS THE DESCRIPTIONS MAY IMPLY.
