Private To Dath, To Dath, The World of Witchcraft

[Anastarsia]

Lyssara Thrynn had called to the Magicks and forged her own blade, the ease at which she commanded The Ichor made Ana think that she was perhaps descended from the Night Sister in her blood line. Taking her curved blade she slide it into back tunic and hood. She then looking at her Sister said,
"It is clear Dathomir favors you Sister. The Magicks surround you and embrace you. I believe that even when we return to the Diarchy, they will not forsake you."
She bowed her head from neck, not bowing over lest the blade dig into her back .
"Now we must away.. to Mt. Arcanis to confront this threat. I have more confidence with you at my side."
Ana held out her hand to Lyssara, her pale hand steady, she was so happy to have someone in The Diarchy who would be a Sister. Even though her Sith Training would take precedence, Ana could always teach Lyssara on the side more of the Mystery of the Magicks. It was clear The Force and the Ichor were creating a bond between them, a sisterhood that wold serve them both as they tried to do their upmost to glorify their Order with their posts.

 

[Lyssara Thrynn]

I am happy that she thinks we are safe because we truly are. I can guarantee us a victory, but first, we must indeed go and accomplish our mission. My sword has been forged; I now have a weapon capable of rivaling theirs, and I can fight on equal terms.

I take my sword and place it on my back to carry it more easily without it getting in the way, as it is quite large. A rather simple sword, it is intended to vanquish my adversaries and make short work of them.

"Alright, let's go now. I can guarantee that we will return victorious from this battle; we just need to have confidence in ourselves and in the technology."

At this last sentence, I decide to smile mysteriously and now pull out my datapad because it is time to call upon my wildcard, Nyva Shei. I give her a simple order, then tuck my datapad into my bag, and I am ready to head to Mount Arcanis to eliminate all the Nightbrothers there. Our swords crave fresh blood, and we must give it to them because the weapons can be fickle.

I am thus the Sister of the Night outside the sepulcher. We begin to walk towards our destination; I let her go ahead because she is the guide. I don't know the area well, so I need to let her lead. After all that, I take out my coffee thermos and take a well-deserved sip to regain some energy. Even though I have become a Sister of the Night, I still need to drink coffee.

In addition to being able to sense the Force, I concentrate on feeling the ichor, which is particularly present on Dathomir.

"Alright, let's take care of this clan, and then we will need to acquire the two specimens we originally came to seek."

Anastarsia

 

[Sahira Keto]

The Great Tower in the valley had fired its beam of energy, indicating that a high concentration of the Nightister Magic was at work. Sahira knew a great deal about these Nightsisters who believed themselves to the paragons of the true magic. They were gravely mistaken.. the Krath, not the Dathomirians were the chosen coven. Unlike the Sisters of this world, the Krath knew the true magic was the dark side itself, the power that the Dark Lords of the Sith used to conquer worlds. While the Night Mother in her hubris believed that she had the repository of the arcane, had she, nor the other Sisters in the long line of Dath noticed that they were often wiped out by those in service of the darkness? Did they not fail to see that they were simply witches too afraid to leave this place, huddling in their covens as they whispered in the dark, rather than becoming the dark. Sahira found it amusing, those with purported power isolating themselves to this planet.

Scouts had caught sight of the contigent of Sisters coming. A Night Brother with his gilded and black face said to The Krath Queen,
"There strength is sevenfold, the two leading them are different.."
Sahira sitting on a slab of stone with arch of the same rock behind her, looking as a throne.
"Tell me of the Two.."
She looking at her nails of finest purple, her black locks swaying in their curls.
"One is not dressed as a Nightsister.. her robes are dark, as yours."
Sahira taking her gaze of her right hand of fingers fixed them on him,
"A Sith? Oh that makes this interesting.. what is the Sith doing with Nightsisters?"
The Hulking tall Night Brother replied as if it was a true question and not rhetorical,
"I do not know Mistress, only that she is the one that caused the engine to fire."
Sahira's eyes sparkled,
"Fascinating.. well ensure they make their way here.. unspoiled."
The Night Brother bowed his head,
"Krath Mother, I shall do all in my power to make your command so."
The Night Brothers had long been neglected and treated as second class citizens of Dathomir. It was forbidden for them to learn The Magicks, and they resented that they were treated as cattle for breeding or as warriors. The Krath had come and exploit this discotent, Sahira saw them as worthy guards and even potential citizens of Teta, that is if they proved themselves useful. There was no free lunch, especially among The Krath.

 

[Anastarsia]

Ana gave a nod to her Sith Sister, and they began the treak towards Mt. Arcanis. The path there was a great forest of the gnarled oaks, all which seemed to shake in their presence, and mounds with fires and tombstones.
"We must be careful Lyssara Thrynn , these are graves of the Sisters who have gone on to the next life. Some of them come back and are not.. to be reasoned with."
She drew her Ichor blade from her back as their was a howl, the Nightsisters with bows took aim and watching for any sign Night Wights, who often hung in the sacks from the trees, one of which they saw was open, dripping drops of Ichor. Someone had already been here and disturbed one. Ana looking around with her eyes, they were glowing bright peridot green. It was then another blood curdling howl was heard, a Sister let fly a bolt of magenta energy, it hit nothing. They were at mound now, and candles were flickering before stones and metal crescents that rose up. Ana saw one of them was a double sycophogus, and wiping away some dust it read, Cal Kestsis and Merrin Ketsis. She titled her head, the ladder name sounded familiar. There was shriek as one of Yeowomen was attacked from behind. One of the Night Wights was clawing at her, Ana drew forth her Blade of Magick, suddenly four more of Zombies rose up out of the ground, it was an ambush!!!

 

[Lyssara Thrynn]

Zombies... It's really their lucky day. We know that these creatures are more tenacious than they seem. To get rid of them quickly, there's only one solution: either destroy them completely or find the cause of what summoned them.

I take the opportunity to draw the blade from my back and imbue it with ichor to strengthen the power of my newly created sword. It's time to test it; I'm going to put into practice everything I learned during my lightsaber training with my master and at the Sith academy.

I look at the four enemies gathering around us with a suspicious gaze at the zombies. I hope we can access their leader easily, because otherwise it will cause us problems if we reach the chief while we're half exhausted.

I glance at the Sister of the Night who accompanies me; she has already drawn her weapon and is ready to fight. Before the arrival of my wildcard, we'll need to hold on a bit longer, as he has a long way to go. What worries me is that once the gift is delivered, how are we going to get out of here quickly? It's this last detail that makes me doubt the veracity of my plan, because if we're caught in the gift, that's not optimal either.

"Ok, I suppose we don't have much choice."

I set my free hand ablaze with blue fire, a sign that I'm using my own pyrokinesis. I intend to burn my enemies. All I can do for now is shoot a fireball in the direction of one of the zombies and watch it burn in front of me as its body is completely consumed—I can't help but smile. For the next one, I decide to test my sword and deliver a clean strike to cut it in half. With a diagonal swing, I make sure to aim properly to direct my sword towards it without hitting my ally.

Once the strike is made, I look at myself and monitor how the battle is unfolding on my ally's side. If needed, I'm ready to intervene to help her. But I think it should be fine, because she also has combat experience.

Anastarsia

 

[Anastarsia]

The Night Wights lept rising from the earth, as the chasm opened below, Ana swinging her Scrimitar to cut one at the neck, and then thrusting her tip into another, she then teleported to another, slashing it from the lower back waist.

The Night Archers were letting fly magenta bolts which tore through the rotting flesh and made them fall with the crysalline shards in them smoking. It was becoming evident that this horde was going to keep coming and so Ana said,
“We need to flee! To ascend Arcanis!”
She cut down another Night Wight and shouted to the sisters,
“On me! Flee at once!”
Ana began to make a path beneath the gnarled tress towards the base of the Mountain. There she cake to beginning of the slioe, some Archers rook a position and let fly bolts on Undead in prusuit.

It was then that a Nightbrother leapt down swinging a double sided vibrosword. Ana took her blade to parry, but not before he had knocked a Archer to ground with his great strengh. The titan jabbing with one end like a javilian, when Ana shouted,
“Lysarra! Help!”
The Nightbrother waa beating at her with all his might, she teleporting around him only to have the shaft of the weapon strike her across the temple as he twirled it around his body. Ana fell to the ground, her eyes glowing with green fire.

 

[Lyssara Thrynn]

Things are starting to get a bit tricky around here, with our first attacker easily dealt with, our zombie friends not being very resistant, but as we start to get closer to the foot of the mountain, things start to get tougher.

Now a fight is raging between Anna and a brother of the night, and she asks me for help. I see her thrown to the ground by a direct hit, her eyes luminescent too. I grab my sword, activate the magic of ichor and rush towards Sister Ana.

I reach the night brother's level and start fighting him, distracting him while Ana recovers her senses and concentrates on the fight at hand. We're getting pretty close to the mountain, but there's still a way to go before we reach our goal at the top. I don't know how he teleports, but it's really quite handy.

Convenient but not invincible, the brother of the night and I exchange a series of quick, precise shots with our respective weapons. I stay focused, not wanting to take a blow from him, so I pay attention to my movements, my dodges, my footwork, the way I hold the blade. All the fruits of my training are now circulating here.

While I'm concentrating on the fight, I've forgotten that we're probably being spied on by our enemies.

I bend down to dodge a punch from him, then take advantage of the opportunity to thrust my sword into his abdomen and withdraw it in a bloodbath. I watch him sink to the ground, then turn to Ana, twisting my hand to help her up.

"Nothing broken?"

I keep my sword in hand, because I'm not immune to taking a stray bullet or something we're still on a battlefield here. Everything I want is within reach, I just need to get to the damn summit, my new power is up there.

Then I turn to the path we're to follow, and I follow Ana as she's my guide - I don't really know my way around here.

Anastarsia

 

[Anastarsia]

Ana was impressed by how Lyssara Thrynn was able to stand against a Nightbrother. His hulking body overpowering, but her Sith Sister did not allow him to overpower her and made purchase with the sacred steel. Taking her hand, and rising to her feet she said,
"You have become more powerful than Diarchy dare dream! Come to the summit!"
She began to ascend, when some of the Krath at last emerged, they caste flaming balls of violet, Ana dodging and teleporting next to one as she thrust a blade into the throat of these imposters, these invaders of Dathomir! Then she tried to get close to another who was letting a stream of purple bolts fly at them, as gnarled roots in air. Ana disappeared in the smoke of gray and green and kicked the Krath Witch to the ground and drew her hand of green fire to burn her face.
"This is home! Get off our planet!"
She then dug the Ichor blade into the chest, setting free the spirit of another sorceress.

Another Nightbrother came, this time mounted on a Rancor that snarled and swung its mighty claws, it letting out a roar as the Great Zabrak Male sat in harness on the back. Ana teleported out of the way and she shouted to Lyssara,
"Watch out! They have a Ranktek!"
She conjuring a ball of fire lopped it at the back of the beast to draw its attention and that of the Night Bro. He had a spear that he threw at her from a catche of weapons. Ana rolled and then leapt into the air, disappearing into smoke, as she suddenly appeared holding on to the back leather strap, the Nightbrother sensing her, threw his fist and knocked her in head, she pulling the harness so that he was pulled over the back of the galloping beast. The Rancor was now taking them for a ride, Ana shouting,
"Lyssara! A little help!"

 

[Lyssara Thrynn]

Things are starting to go seriously wrong. There's a rancor in the area, and Ana is fighting it now. A guy is using it as a mount. However, that works in my favor because there's a present specimen that we came to retrieve. With a bit of luck, we might be able to leave with it and won't need to go looking for another one.

Ana is grappling with the rider; she manages to free him from the rancor's back, but she still asks for my help.

"I'm coming!"

At least, that's what I thought. Just as I rush forward, another rider appears, and I find myself caught in vines emerging from the ground, significantly slowing my movements. I try to cut them and burn them as best I can, but the night brother manages to subdue me. I end up securely bound by the vines.

I'm also silenced because he wraps a vine around my mouth he's probably afraid I might cast a curse or something like that.

"You, you're coming with me. We need to see someone."
"Hmm nnnnm mmmmmpf!"
"I don't understand a damn thing you're saying, Sith. You can't cast curses on me like that!"

I try to struggle in vain. All I can do for now is try not to fall off the rancor, as a fall could be dangerous. I haven't mastered teleportation yet, so I can't take unnecessary risks.

I'm being taken straight to the summit. The opposing leader has sent the heavy artillery. My hands are behind my back with vines, and my legs are immobilized in the same way.

I don't know what's going to happen to me. I hope to get out of this trap alive. Our two specimens are within reach; I just need to escape this somewhat tense situation. To avoid taking risks on his part after having killed other night brothers, he prefers to restrain me. He's so afraid of me that he places a knife under my throat as a precaution in case I try something.

"If you move, I'll slit your throat. Understand?"
"Hmmm hnmpf!"

Our rancor is speeding rapidly toward the summit.

Anastarsia

 

[Anastarsia]

The situation devolved into a terrible debacle. Not only was Ana unable to get free of being lassoed to the Rancor, it seems another Night Brother created a snare for Lyssara Thrynn and bound her one would a boar with vines, taking her away. The Mounted Brother took control of his Ranktek and began to pursue, Ana looking upside down to Nightsister firing magenta bolts at them from distance, though failing in their arrow storm to hit anything. The two were taken to the Summit, where a figure with long black hair and in gray dress sat enthroned on stones. This must be the one commanding them, the Leader of the Krath. Ana was grabbed by her leg, dragging her, the Nightbrother threw her at the feet of the Krath Queen. Standing on opposing sides were more Witches of the Outlander kind in similiar garb, each holding their in preparing to strike.

Ana was not gagged as Lyssara had been, though she felt suddenly her voice taken away, and when she tried to teleport she found that she could not. Something.. no someone was blocking her power! How was that possible?! Who was this coven from the stars that could still the Ichor so? Why had they come? All these questions racing through her head. It was then that she saw Lyssara dropped next to her in binds. A datapad was fetched from her person and the Nightbrother handing it to the Krath Mother or whatever she was called. Their swords were also taken and placed at the feet of the this Usurper Queen. Ana was furious, she wanted to strike, and yet she felt as if en cased in some sort of void, when she felt something enter her mind like a serpent, she began to writh on the ground, as she felt her thoughts, her memories being drawn upon, what was this sorcery?! This was not as the Sith do, it felt as if her very brain was being scrambled, and torn asunder! She began to scream aloud,
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

 

[Sahira Keto]

Sahira watched as these Nightsisters ascended the mountain in the clutches of her muscles. The Night Brothers brought them bound and subdued, casting them at her feet. Drawing her power around the one who could speak, she accessed the mind of the one with powers of speech and began to convince her that her ability to use the Dathomirian Magicks was blocked. Then she raising up a glowing lavander serpent she began to probe her mind, slithering through ferment of memory as she called the information to herself. The Girl began to resist, and so this Krath Queen taking her free hand began to punish her resistance, bright bolts of white and purple began to gnarl around Ana, and burn her body, tormenting her which flooded Sahira with other memories, she had been on Dathomir before, and great tragedy befell her. Using her magic she began to project these images of pain back to her, make her suffer inside her very soul as her body was torched with bolts. The Krath Priestesses watched as they chanted, when finished with Ana, she then turned to the other who was not arrayed in the attire of the Witches of Dathomir. She wore the cloak of the Sith, which intrigued her,
"A Sith! What an honor. We Krath have a long history with the Sith, unfortunately for your sake, it is not a pleasant history."
Aiming her fingers she caste bolts on Lyssara and began to burn her.
"We Krath learned to use the dark side from the womb, we are born in it, molded by it, and it becomes a second nature. While you the Seekers may grow strong.. you will never know it as we do."
She began alternating between striking at Ana and Lyssara with bolts said in a very sharp tongue,
"Dathomir has seen its day! You Sisters of the Night are to see your own twilight! There is only room for one dominate band of Witches in this galaxy! And is the Krath!"
Smoke began to rise from the two as incense, the two priestesses raising their hands as they began to commune with their power and focusing it to strengthen Sahira. She ceasing to lash out in Force Lightning turned in her dress, her eyes burning with a magenta color. She was making their agony last so that they would beg for death...

 

[Lyssara Thrynn]

I would have loved to tell him exactly what I think, but luckily for him, a vine wraps around my mouth, preventing me from responding. All I can do is glare at the person, frowning, as I endure bursts of Force lightning.

"Hmmmmph!"

Anna isn't spared either; she's getting her data stolen, which means potentially losing the mission orders entrusted to us. So much for mission confidentiality. However, I do have an idea. While I emit muffled squeaks due to the lightning bolts hitting me, an idea begins to take shape in my mind.

This person is right fire is the solution. All I need to do is burn through my bindings. I focus on the Force and ignite a blue inner flame my own fire because I now have two types of flames at my disposal. I can use both blue and green flames. The green represents ichor, while the blue symbolizes my inner strength.

Once free of my restraints, I grab my newly forged blade. I channel a flamethrower and unleash a jet of pyrokinesis in the direction of the lightning caster to throw them off balance. They'll pay for these little burns.

With a swift motion, I charge at the person reading memories, interrupting the ongoing ritual, hoping the damage isn't too severe.

I just hope I'm not too late. Either way, this place won't exist much longer. I noticed a faint sound coming from my datapad, which shifts my state from intense fear to complete control. This sudden change in demeanor might unsettle our enemies. Now, I wear an arrogant expression, full of confidence in my next move. I step toward the leader and propose a deal.

"Well, did you have fun with me? Now I'm offering you something simple: we going to our home, with my sister, and everything will be fine."

In my right hand, I hold my sword; in my left, I'm condensing a blue flame, ready to aid Anna. I also take the opportunity to retrieve all our belongings while I'm free and the fight is distracted.

Anastarsia

 

[Sahira Keto]

Preparing to finish these two Sisters off, Sahira was pleased to see the spunk of the Sith who burned her bonds and rose in defiance.
"There it is! That is the darkness! Never surrender, claw your way to victory! Bravo!"
She swirling her hands with purple magic, she said,
"Home you say? Certainly.. I shall send you both to your final resting place."
She then caste some Krath Craft, creating two figures that looked like her who began to charge with their own Vibroblades.
"Come on Nightsister.. get up and help your friend.."
The tone was condescending, and full of snark. Sahira was so certain of victory. The threat from the these two she scoffed, they were nothing compared to the Krath. She would with her doppelgangers make short work of them.
She was completely unaware of what loomed in orbit, a ship, The Ragnok, with a payload that would make the mountain burn with a weapon that not any had yet seen in the galaxy, that at a touch would render matter no more. In her hubris, she was tempting the Sith to make her taste the might of the Diarchy. She was making the same mistakes as her ancestor, Aleema with Exar Kun...

 

[Anastarsia]

Ana was in great pain, The Krath had concentrated her mental onslaught combined with the lightning. She began sieze up, and her whole body shake. She began to hear the voice of the Night Mother,
"Daughter.. you are stronger than you know. The Magicks are with you! Do not surrender your fire.. rise Sister! Rise!"
Ana felt her eyes pop open and the eyeballs filled as pools with glowing green liquid that then immolated. She then rising up, called the Magicks around her and disappearing in a cloud of gray and green smoke, her bonds being left on the ground. The Night Brother joined the two Sahira shades, as did the Priestesses casting lavender fire. It was then coming up over the hump of the ridge the Archers arrived, letting fly magenta arrows at the enemy, the Night Brother with his great spear charging at them. Ana came out of the Ichor Realm and appeared standing on the stone throne behind Sahira, she said to her,
"This is our home! You are a tresspasser!"
She then teleported one of great stones slabs and it fell down above Sahira, well the one she was rather sure was the real one. She could sense it, her magics were cleaver, but she could feel the heart beat of the real One.
The Two Rancors roared as they were prodded by one of the Night Brothers, only for the Rancor to grab him with his claw and swallow him whole. The Rankteks were turning on their riders, which was perfect. Ana seeing this dissent from the creatures shouted to Lyssara,
"Now! Lyssara, light it up!"
She had always wanted to say that, she then leapt into the air, teleporting on to harness of the Rancor, placing her pale hand on its head it responded and did not buck her, for it knew the feel of a true Dathomirian. It even purred. She then taking the reins began to direct the beast to charge and stomp on one of the Shades of Sahira, making it disappear into a cloud of purple smoke. This was going splendidly.

 

[Lyssara Thrynn]

I see the two copies of the person and sigh, rolling my eyes to the sky. To me, a copy will never equal the original. Vibroblades, too! I grab my ichor sword, now that I can take it up again, serious business can begin. Naturally, she declines my offer well, not exactly. She proposes to send me back in pieces to a junkyard. Which might suit me, after all, all I have to do is go home. However, I intend to return home in one piece.

I see my sister Anna taking control of the two Rancors we were supposed to retrieve. Perfect, our goal is achieved, we just have to wipe this out and make our escape before it's too late. We shouldn't get caught in the explosion delivered by the Ragnarok.

She asks me to light it up, I suppose by that she means to finish him off. I rush towards the two copies with my sword in hand, ready to face the vibroblades.

I engage in combat by delivering a powerful forward sword strike, making one of the clones step back. I block the blow from the second one and parry a flurry of blows directed at me, while I'm focused on fighting the two clones I hear my datapad start to vibrate.

Ada : "Five minutes until impact."
"oh oh..."
We don't have much time left, so I hurry to finish off the two clones. I focus on the Force and create a wall of fire at their level to burn them both, as I so love to do with a group of enemies.

Then I engage the leader with a powerful horizontal ichor green charged sword strike. This creates a burst of flames upon striking; I have no intention of holding back or being delicate. I follow up with a series of blows to his section and then jump onto the second rancor, taking the reins of this one. Since Anna has taken control of it, I should have no problem controlling it.

"Ana, we need to leave now! Quickly."

I spur the rancor to signal it to start moving and to leave the place we are at, retracing our path from where we arrived earlier. Fleeing, knowing that the Ragnarok is about to arrive, it is crucial that we're not in the range of the explosion. Although to preserve Mount Arcanis from destruction I've reduced the power of the charge, it remains a very powerful weapon so we must be cautious.

Anastarsia

 

[Anastarsia]

Ana riding on the Rancor began to descend down the mountain, she called out to her sister,
"See you at the base, we probably should put a lot of distance between us and Arcanis!"
She called out to Nightsister Archers and said,
"Flee! Retreat! A bomb is coming, we must get clear! Into the forest!"
The Rancor was snarling as with reins she hastened its movement, it tore through gnarled oak in the way, severing branches as it carried her off away from the base of the mountain. Ana was hoping that the Night Mother would be pleased, and let them leave Dathomir with ease. The method in which their victory would be achieved was not exactly Magical, but it would get the job done with minimal harm to them and their sisters. Halting the Ranktek at the tree line, she looking back, waited for Lyssara Thrynn . It was the Diarchy, their weapon that would help them achieve their victory against the Krath. Looking up to the sky she saw the Ragnok, it was in atmosphere, its great haul blocking the sky in part, clouds with a storm forming around it. The Payload it carried would cleanse Arcanis of these Outlanders...

 

[Lyssara Thrynn]

I too flee the mountain as quickly as possible. And for good reason the Ragnarok is coming. This majestic ship, this war frigate, emerges from invisibility in a black mist above Mount Arcanis. Nyva Shei is currently piloting it. She has received my instructions and knows exactly what to do and which coordinates to target in order to limit the impact.

I descend swiftly on the back of my Rancor. I head towards my sister of the night, who is waiting in the forest. I've managed to shake off my pursuers they've given up the chase. I look up at the sky; it's quite a sight to see it coming down with that black smoke. I'm in awe of what I've created myself. I turn towards my sister of the night with a broad smile. I search through my bag and hand her a pair of sunglasses.

"You might need these to protect your eyes."

As I equip my own to shield my eyes, I raise my head towards the sky. The missile is descending towards the Night Brothers' headquarters, and a strange glow can be seen falling from the sky. I take a deep breath; this is the first time I'm conducting tests on living beings. The first missile I launched was in the empty space, and I couldn't witness the full extent of its destructive powers.

"Watch closely, my sister. I promised you victory through the fire of science, and here we are. Today, I become a world destroyer. I become death."

In a violent explosion, the mountaintop is engulfed in blinding light, an intense flash. I shield my eyes with my arm for a moment. The ensuing shockwave is so powerful that we hear the explosion from afar, and quickly, a massive fireball rises into the sky. It takes the shape of a mushroom cloud, and unlike in space, here the wind can carry the shockwave. Thankfully, it's high enough that it passes well above us, and we are safe.

Visually, the explosion resembles that of a nuclear bomb, much hotter, with radiation spreading in all directions. I imagine the mountaintop now looks like a field of ruins the structures we were in no longer exist. The smoke cloud eventually fades, leaving behind desolation and destruction.

I made sure to reduce the impact's power, as otherwise, the Night Brothers' clan would have been affected too, which, of course, was not the goal of the operation. I am left speechless by the power of this explosion, and I've only used one gram of the 50 that this weapon can handle.

"I think we can head back now. The mission is accomplished, and the Night Brothers no longer exist. Nyva literally incinerated them to the third degree."

I turn my mount around and order it to head home, well we win. The mountain is safe, but the summit is nothing more than a field of ruins, there is nothing more interesting to see up there.

Anastarsia

 

[Sahira Keto]

The Two Nightsister were bold, they had not only broken their bonds, they commadered mounts and began to destroy her Shades and Nightbrothers in kind, though in the rapid pace in which they made a retreat before Sahira could even caste more of her magic made her suspect something was happening, looking to the sky, she saw the deep dark cloud and then the haul of a ship therein, poised above, so that was what they had sent to defeat her. The Krath Witch began to run to her throne, and pulling back a slab that went into the mountain was a tunnel, she tore it off and began to dig, taking her feet first to making way down the shadowy hole, when it happened.. there was a boom, and then she saw a shell, a missile descend, grabbing at the slab to pull it closed over the entrance to the shaft, she heard the loud gong of the weapon meeting the earth, and great light and then a substance took away the slab and her arm that was exposed, her right hand to elbow was siezed,, and then in an instant it exploded! She felt every nerve inside shatter and the cells burst, it evaporated into the air as she cried out and fell down the shaft, her body falling deep and landing below in a great watery pool where she saw the top of the area she had just been torn away as if a scroll, and she could see the great light which made her eyes hurt.

Above the Great Vessel swam in the dark clouds over Arcanis, which was intact for the most part, merely the top of it had its matter utterly wiped clean from the land of the living. Below in the waters of the cave, Sahira floated, there was no debris, no falling rocks or shrapnel, whatever had been used took away everything cleanly, leaving nothing save an opening to behold the sky. When the flash had subsided, and the shroom of its roar was gone, Sahira opened her eyes and saw the Instrument of her defeat, calmly navigating the clouds above as if nothing had transpired.

The Krath Witch felt the pain, she using her only hand and kicking with her feet, made for some dry rock, and with some struggle pulled herself up on to it and let out a cry of agony. She inspected her injury, it was total, no fingers, no hand, no forearm, and elbow. It was gone. There was no burn, not shredded flesh, it was a perfect severance that only a lightsaber could compare to, though this was even more cleanly cut, no fibers, nothing.. it was as if her hand and arm had simply gone away in manner in which it had arrived in the womb of her mother. Whatever this weapon was, it was breathtaking, and capable of a form of destruction that turned ones own matter into an explosion, which meant it had to be antimatter. How had Nightsisters gotten ahold of such dangerous power? Well, to be fair one was a Sith, and so the Krath Witch, the sole Krath survivor of this incident at Mt. Arcanis would make it her mission to hunt down these Sisters and discover the secret of this weapon and bring it to Teta, to make the Krath Empire rise to glory once more!

TAG: Lyssara Thrynn Anastarsia

 

[Anastarsia]

There in the throng of the woods she saw the Ragnok, the vessel upon which they had arrived, deliver a weapon of destruction that was chilling in its power. It reduced matter, the very fabric of everything from flesh to rock, to nothing. It was more brilliant than a neutron device, and more efficient than the Magicks in wiping out a large area. Ana watched in awe, taking the googles that Lyssara had given her and saw the torpedo like shell fall and a great flash that followed, then a great shroom and followed by utter silence. Arcanis was still intact, save the very summit, which now looked hollowed out like a volcano on Mustafar. Not only had they eradicated a rival Witch Clan, Outlanders who had no right to Dath, they had the Rankteks they had come for. Lyssara Thrynn urged that they press on, back to the Night Mother and then to their ship to transport the precious cargo they were riding on back to the Diarchy. There was no time to contemplate the depth of the destruction they had caused, her only hope is that the Krath all perished, as for the Nightbrother traitors, they sealed their fate when they betrayed the Sisters of the Night.

Riding back to the village, where the Night Mother with the sisters had created a great bonefire of green flame, she greeted them with adulation.
"Sisters! You return and with victory resting on your shoulders! Truly the Magicks were with you! I have heard from the sisters of your valiant resistance of the Invaders, and that any hope of their survival is dashed beneath the great power you unleashed."
She looking to the sky at the Ragnok, and then back at them,
"I am proud of you both my Daughters! And as agreed your mounts you may take freely, and offer to your Diarchy my personal thanks and a potential alliance if it suites us both in the days to come."
Ana dismounted, taking the rope like reins and walked closer to the Mother, she was faint, her injuries of the mind and body were severe. The Night Mother could sense it.
"Sister! I feel it.. you are hurt.. come close to fire.. I shall preform the Rite of Healing."
A makeshift table that could hold the full weight and body of a lady was placed near the fire, Ana was placed upon it and The Night Mother began to chant:


The fires began to change, the very flames became as liquid that poured into a great cauldron, one that was oval and elogated. The Night Mother had the sisters raise Ana and lower her into the glowing green waters as she chanted,
"Mystic forces, we summon thee to weave restoration for our kin! Mend what lies shattered! Mend! Mend! Mend!"
At these words the Ichors of Life began to pull Ana underneath and there she lay, submerged in them as The Night Mother kept chanting, and the Sisters on their knees or crossed leg moved their heads around in circles, as if they were spin tops, joining in the chant.

 

[Lyssara Thrynn]

We are back home after completing this rather unique mission. We managed to escape and even achieved victory, hoping that no night brothers remain alive as the Ragnarok departs and disappears as it came, in a cloud of black smoke.

The mother of the night warmly welcomes us, celebrating our victory, but I am about to witness another special event. She begins to sing after placing Anna on a special table to treat her accumulated injuries. I take mental notes to see how the ritual works, as I may need to use it later to heal myself as well.

'Impressive, we can heal ourselves too? I didn't know that. Are there other applications that magicks allow? I would learn more skill if thats possible... '

I take the opportunity to ask since there are skills that might interest me from the night sisters and since we finished our mission earlier than planned, I might as well take advantage of learning new techniques. I am particularly interested in teleportation and energy blasts. Our swords have been imbued with blood, so I think the ritual is now 100% complete.

I watch the mother of the night perform her ritual. I do not interrupt them and remain courteous and ceremonial so as not to disturb them. I must behave with dignity, now that it's also my clan after all, I need to get used to this idea. Besides, we have the two rancors that we came to fetch for the Diarchy, so my work here is done.

Knowledge is as important to me as anything else, and I pay special attention to it, as it can lead to victory or defeat in some cases. I think I will also need healing, but sister Anna is the priority as she has more severe injuries.

I myself am only partially burned on my wrists, my mouth, and my legs; the night brother used vines to hold me captive. So, I have burn marks in those areas that I need to treat as well.

I can't help but smile at the situation; I am happy with what we have accomplished.

Anastarsia