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Duel Upon a Midnight Dreary - Kaila Irons vs Mystra Midnight

ᴅᴀʀᴛʜ ᴀɴᴀᴛʜᴇᴍᴏᴜꜱ

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Location: Vanqor
Wearing: Armor + Robes
Tag: Mystra Midnight Mystra Midnight
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A figure in black crested the hill, blackened silk flowing gently out of the fog like a wandering, forlorn spirit.

But she'd come here with a purpose. The demon which tormented Tamsin Graves Tamsin Graves had proven to be the most elusive, most stubborn, that Anathemous had ever attempted to excise. Time and time again the sisters had tried to drive the wraith from her body and mind, yet still the voice returned to wrest control of her apprentice against the girl's will.

Until one day, it revealed to them a name.

And like a true exorcist, she knew all names carried power.

So she'd come here, to turn that power against this "Darth Sokar" who dared interfere with her newfound family. The sith archives told her very little of Sokar, a sith who's utter nonexistence carried all the tell tale signs of an exile expunged from imperial record, surely best forgotten for any number of heresies. But Anathemous was equally stubborn as that wretched thing, and former Inquisitor had found a singular scrap, a mere mention of the name by another; Darth Midnight of Vanqor. And from there, she had traced this new name to the estate of one Raven Capulet.

The manor loomed in the volcanic fog not unlike herself, a dark shape jutting from the mist and shadow of a great fiery mountain, old and forgotten as the wraith who'd brought her here. Whether a living relative or another name for Sokar, she could not rightly say, but still the young Darth approached with careful, deceptively graceful steps onwards to the entrance with a great many questions on her mind, and determination in her heart.

Anathemous would rid this world of that demon even if she had to track down it's entire bloodline.

She would do it for
her.






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Mystra Midnight

Darksight Delicious Delights



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Theme: The Wolf in your Darkest Room
Location: Capulet Manor, Vanqor
Tags: Kaila Irons Kaila Irons





The old decrepit halls of the mansion had once been adorned with gold and red wallpaper, now they were grey and brown and peeling, stained and withered by time. The wooden floors that once were polished to a shine now looked like weathered grey bark. The windows of stain glass melted downward in waves like a sea wanting to touch the shoreline. The slightest breeze caused the mansion to creak and moan in pain.

Once long-ago families had lived here generations of them. The Capulet's had once been a noble house a very long time ago in ancient history. Now though the family's history had mostly been forgotten to time. What was left of their history on this dark overcast world, a world forgotten as well by most of the Galaxy.

The last known Countess of Vanqor Raven Capulet had died centuries ago with no living decedents. Yet one family member did remain alive, the keeper of this mausoleum and Matriarch of the once great bloodline. She had outlived everyone of her bloodline none having received the gift of the maker except her. She had seen generations of the family she started pass on into the flame of the volcano. She had been there in the time her descendant Raven had passed the last of her line.

Now she was the only one left, even still all the generations of her families' images hung on the walls of the home she built with her husband. She had loved each and everyone of them and this place was now a museum to each and every last one of them that carried the great name she had given them.

The diminutive old witch who didn't look even close to her actual age sat in her laboratory preparing a seeker spell. She was looking for people her maker had given her a list of to hunt down. Her maker, whom she both despised and revered in the same tongue, revered for giving her life but despised for the pain she had to suffer in their name.

As she prepared the seeking spell caught up in her work, her crystal ball in the side of the room began to stir a swirling with green and purple smoke. She didn't pay it much mind at first, until it began to vibrate and humm. She turned her head to look over her shoulder at it with confusion wondering what it was acting up for.

"A visitor?" Here why? No one came to Vanqor let alone all the way out here so close to an active volcano. It wasn't a Gundark the alarm spell on the crystal ball would have lit up differently, so it had to be a person. Curiosity finally got the better of Mystra and she moved to the crystal ball, her pale hands reached out and began to caress the smooth sphere of the crystal ball. "Show me that which haunts my graveyard." She whispered into it.

There in the darkness and through the fog stood a silhouette of a woman clad in armor. The armor to finally crafted for it to be one of the populaces of this world to be wearing. A warrior coming this way but why? Had one of the few survivors of her hunts for the maker sent someone? No, they wouldn't know she was here, then who could it be.

She whispered into the crystal ball. "Weave the webs." Her finger began to trace a spider web on the smooth surface of the crystal ball. As she did, the area around Kaila Irons Kaila Irons began shift and change. "Bring the fly to the spider." Giving Kaila only one path forward in the direction of the old decrepit mansion built into a volcano. The way back vanishing behind her into the fog.





 
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Wearing: Armor + Robes
Tag: Mystra Midnight Mystra Midnight
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For a time, Darth Anathemous had but her own armored footsteps and the creaking of that distant manor to keep her company.

She assumed it to be abandoned for a time, a dead end and equally lifeless ruin which she would carefully sift through to find the answers she sought. That is, until the low howl of wind began to shift, the currents cut and rerouted by a most peculiar shift. Gravel rolled and dirt displaced as the very land itself began to change beneath her feet until but one path lay ahead.

The witch's orb would betray no reaction in the robed intruder as she came to a standstill. She did not turn to look at the shifting terrain as it vanished into the fog nor did she brace herself. She just stood there like a part of the land itself, for she gazed with eyes unseen to most.

Still, those last vestiges of human instinct in the back of her mind begged the young warrior-sorceress to flee. She'd hear of such powers to alter one's environment, but never seen them with her own eyes, and knew whoever or whatever dwelled here must be powerful indeed, certainly enough to enchant these grounds in particular, likely through alchemy and sorcery both. And yet she had a purpose, and ever would she chase it, for that is all she had ever known.

The march continued.

Golden eyes burned with a cautious determination, knowing full well they beheld dangerous ground, yet her feet continued to move even as she gripped her holstered lightsaber.

She marched that straight line the witch had set her about and right up to the door, raising a gauntleted fist to knock, the trophy beskar wrapped in worn red cloth that the lady Capulet may have found familiar.

To the young stranger's surprise however, the door creaked open before her knuckles could ever reach it's heavy frame.

Kaila hesitated for but a second...

Two seconds...

She exhaled sharply and pressed on, slowly marching through the manner, gaze darting to each painting on the peeled walls and doubly so to every shadow, almost mechanically, even as her spectral passenger extended her senses beyond.

"
Lady Capulet." she called out to the empty halls.

"
Or does another yet roost here?"

"
I come bearing... questions."

Not just questions, as the blackened plates between her frayed silks suggested. She would leave with answers one way or another.

She had to.





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Mystra Midnight

Darksight Delicious Delights




Theme: The Wolf in your Darkest Room
Tags: Kaila Irons Kaila Irons





The spider said to the fly will you walk into my parlor and the fly came buzzing in. The door slamming shut behind Kiala as she entered the decrepit mansion with a loud thud. Mystra did not know this woman that had come here for questions. Yet they woman knew those who once dwelled here, a curiosity she thought to herself.

With this single traveler from afar came the feeling of more, an unseen army. Mystra could sense them but not see them nor could she tell how many as she watched from her laboratory. She watched a little longer as the traveler came in a little further to a split staircase.

"Those you seek no longer dwell among the living. Long gone is the noble family Capulet."

A disembodied booming voice spoke out echoing through the halls showing just how empty this once magnificent abode truly was now.

"All this is what remains of them."

The walls vibrated slightly around Kaila bringing her attention to the paintings on the wall all the way up the split staircase on both sides. The pictures of the legacy that was once this house. Then a shadowy figure appeared on the balcony where the split staircases met. The figure shrouded in shadow looked bigger than it actually was. It seemingly peered down towards the guest.

"But I am able to speak for the dead that were once here."

The disembodied voice returned to the shadowy figure that now concealed Mystra.

"Before your questions I must ask who are you traveler and to whom do you serve?"

Mystra could sense a mix of emotions in the woman like more then one person resided in or around her. She knew such magicks but she hadn't seen it exactly bound in the way it was around this woman. It was interesting what she was seeing and feeling, not to mention what she could smell on the person. This one had been touched by the God physically and mentally. Had the maker brought her here she had to wonder?

"Answer my question and I might have an answer to the questions that plague your mind."






 
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Wearing: Armor + Robes
Tag: Mystra Midnight Mystra Midnight
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The voice came from all directions.

She'd heard a voice like this one before, whilst battling the jedi witch Dreidi Xeraic Dreidi Xeraic . It frightened her then, and though she was no longer that young apprentice fighting her first war, the layered sound still made her jaw clench and muscles tense.

<<
...it speaks in the voice of Dathomir...>> Parasideus whispered into the depths between thought.

<<
...do you see her...?>>

<<
...we see nothing...>>


"Those you seek no longer dwell among the living. Long gone is the noble family Capulet."

Anathemous continued on though her pace slowed, cautious of the shaded figure who appeared at the very top the stairs she now ascended. Now her eyes were locked with the figure's, or where the shade's should have been. Some would call it the gaze of a predator, but humans and near-humans like herself where equally prey to the hunters of this galaxy, she knew, or perhaps the two women were alike in this.

"Before your questions I must ask who are you traveler and to whom do you serve?"

"Anathemous, and no one."

"
...not today." she added with slight hesitancy.

One could argue that the once tomb raider of the Kainite now served Princess Varanin instead, but she was not here to carry out the will of another, even if she moved with the same urgency.

"
I seek this place of my own accord, consider it a family matter. One involving an elusive sith called Sokar, a name long since purged from any archive I've access to, save for a singular mention by another; a Darth Midnight, linked somehow to the dead you speak for."

Enough information to get the shade speaking, or perhaps too much? It was difficult to know, but Anathemous had learned the hard way that even the smallest honesty could have great value in scenarios like this.

A most uncomfortable balancing act.

"
It is urgent, a matter of sisterhood. I have heard a voice like yours once before, laced with that of Dathomiri spirits. If I am not mistaken, then perhaps we might understand one another?"

Though she spoke in smooth, even tones, the stranger's eyes lit with a certain intensity as the name of her query drew from her a sort of passive hate overshadowed by fear, though not for herself and certainly not of death. Still she stubbornly crept up the stairs with a quiet determination, nearly at the top now.

"
I must learn everything there is to know of Darth Sokar."





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Mystra Midnight

Darksight Delicious Delights




Theme: The Wolf in your Darkest Room
Tags: Kaila Irons Kaila Irons





"Anathemousssssss." The name rolled off the Mystra disguised as a shades Tongue like a hissing snake as she moved up the stairs closer.

It had been a really long time since Mystra had heard the name Darth Sokar or Darth Midnight spoken aloud. Names long lost time, legends of a long dead order. How long had it been since she dawned the mantel of Darth Midnight, she wasn't even sure anymore.

They woman tried to appeal with her speaking of the spirits of Dathomir and there echoing voices. Curious as this woman got closer Mystra could feel the spirits bound to her. Though they were of a mix of voices not of unity like the spirits of Dathomir.

"I can tell you there have been two Sokars, and neither are of this house."

The shade answered back as Mystra mind wandered to her sister in the maker the second Sokar devoured by the first. Created to serve the maker in a time of judgement like so many of her sisters in the maker's image. She was the only one to survive the makers final judgment, the only one to prove strong enough.

"Darth Midnight, was the founder of this house." The Shade pointed to an image on the wall behind it. An old weather worn painting the figure it depicted could not be easily made out until the shade spoke the words in the dathomiri tongue. "Naitih hai s'sitel." As it did so a picture revealed fully the image of the founder of the Capulet family.


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"Mystra gave to her family the name of Capulet." It looked upon Kaila's face with curiosity as the image was revealed to her. Mystra did not reveal her real connection to Sokar, for she wasn't exactly sure what this woman wanted from her. Sokar was a dangerous being, one she had served since her making and fought against just the same.

"Who are the spirits that travel with you?" The shade asked as they kept an eye strongly on the woman almost like there shadow eyes were staring right through her to her soul.


 
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Wearing: Armor + Robes
Tag: Mystra Midnight Mystra Midnight
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Most days it had felt euphoric to be addressed by her truest name, Anathemous.

This was no such day.

Something about the way this shade spoke sent an imperceptible shiver down her spine, corrupting the name she'd won in battle, chosen and taken for herself rather than be given by some higher power. She could not rightfully say if it tasted bitter or sweet on that serpentine tongue, nor that either outcome were not omens to heed.

These questions would perhaps never be answered, but another had:

"Darth Midnight, was the founder of this house." The Shade pointed to an image on the wall behind it. An old weather worn painting the figure it depicted could not be easily made out until the shade spoke the words in the dathomiri tongue. "Naitih hai s'sitel."


Kaila froze.

Her golden eyes widened, confused, desperate, alarmed. How dare she wield these illusions?! No, no she remembered now the revelations upon Zonju V. Her dear sister by blood oath was cloned from the stock of this "Sokar" who whispered between her ears. It was... hard at times, to think of Tamsin as anything but the original.

When Kaila stared at the painting, tracing gloved fingers across that brush stroked face, it wasn't Sokar's that she saw, but Tamsin's.


"Who are the spirits that travel with you?" The shade asked as they kept an eye strongly on the woman almost like there shadow eyes were staring right through her to her soul.

The soul Mystra stared into flickered with renewed conviction, and she regarded the shade with one molten eye over her cloaked shoulder.

"
Sith lords, long forgotten."

The very thing which had drawn her here.

Darth Anathemous turned slowly, her gaze locked with Mystra's even if she could not see her eyes exactly. Then she took a step forward.

"
One speaks in a thousand voices, and wore as many faces, having since forgotten it's own. It haunted a garish tomb on Dathomir, and even the clans stayed clear of that bramble strewn mire."

Then second, and another after that, she slowly approached the figure.

"
One was it's apprentice, the last of her master's insidious cult. Another was once a slave, loyal to a fault, even in death. The last, a rabid animal, his bloodlust persisted long after his lips had faded to dust, unable to taste his sanguine vice."

"
All were dangerous things, better for the sake of all that they remain locked away, in this living prison."

She stopped then, lingering just out of arm's reach.

"
They are not unlike Sokar."





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Mystra Midnight

Darksight Delicious Delights




Theme: The Wolf in your Darkest Room
Tags: Kaila Irons Kaila Irons




The shade with Mystra hidden in its visage watched as the woman Anathemous looked upon the painting. She watched the woman's face though it was well hidden in expression the dilation of the eyes told a story one that Mystra did not yet know. She watched as a gloved hand reached up and caressed the painting a knowing familiarity of the face upon it.

The woman was daring take one step closer, challengingly but not threatening. She spoke of the spirits with in, the voices that plagued her thoughts. An eater of souls or just one who was haunted by them she had to wonder?

As another step was made closer and closer the fly got to the spider tempting it to see what was truly with in. The woman's soul had conviction, determination to know the truth. Yet what was a truth but an illusion masking the lies one tells themselves. Real truths destroyed lives, broke the wills, and divided families.

"You know the face." The shade that disguised Mystra spoke in its booming voice. A statement not a question as the answer had already been given with the way Anathemous had caressed the picture. "I wonder if your spirit of Dathomir ever met Mystra or one of the others." Mystra was sure she hadn't met the spirit, she would have known and remembered if she had but she kept up the disguise as a simple keeper of these decrepit halls.

"If it brought you the face in a dream? There were nine of the Makers design, The second Sokar the first made but not the oldest, Mystra the last and the only one to survive the makers' purge." Part of Mystra wanted to reveal more but she couldn't, wouldn't this was a stranger to her probably plagued by dreams of a spirit of Dathomir that wanted to know the makers' secrets.

"Well from what I know, the second Sokar was consumed by the first they are very much imprisoned." Though as far as Mystra knew the second Sokar never stepped foot on Dathomir so if it had been the spirit that saw the face and knew the name it had to be one of the other eight using the name before they were consumed as well. "You said it is a matter of family? I do not understand? I can feel the spirits in you, but none bare the mark, yet I can smell a familiarity on you, child. That is not possible?" It was possible actually through illusion, but such a spell would not work on a shade, even if it might have worked on Mystra. It was Mystra trying to find out the mystery of this woman before her.

As Kaila came closer to the shade, she would just be able to make out a second figure's silhouette with in it as the visage wasn't perfect as it could have been had Mystra had more time to make it more seamless.





 
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Wearing: Armor + Robes
Tag: Mystra Midnight Mystra Midnight
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"I do." she confirmed.

Parasideus however did not stir at the name, the ocean of thoughts swimming in Kaila's mind left murky and dark with confusion as they searched, neither soul turning up more than silt.

Not until the shade spoke of makers, and the nine. So many wore the face of her sister it seemed, unfortunate clones, though she wondered if they were like her, or but hollow imitations closer to Sokar herself. It asked of family next, something about a mark or lack thereof. Not a physical mark, she realized, but of the soul.

And perhaps...

Their words bound in Blood

Bound by the ancient rites of Sith

Bound by the heart of Dathomir


Bound by the Dark

Blood.

Anathemous knew the mark of which she spoke.

"
She is not the last." she stated with utter confidence that she spoke the truth.

"
There is another."

"
A clone of Sokar, yet unlike any other. By oath and by ritual, her blood flows in my veins, and mine in hers. A sisterhood, bound in magick. But Sokar means to return, whispering in the girl's mind. I come searching for a means to end this."

The shade knew something and Kaila could feel it. And as she stared down it's wispy form, her eyes narrowed. There was something or someone there, standing behind, or perhaps within the spirit. An illusion.

Fingers tapped in cautious rhythm against her saber.


"
I see you."

Her gloved hand shot up, fingers curling and snaking unseen towards the imposter's throat, sending dark ripples through the force that disturbed the very air between them. Yet it was not meant to kill, merely drag the illusionist into the light, to reveal her to the sorceress so that they may speak beyond this veil of shadows between them.

The false shade had said much, and having seen through her deception, Anathemous was putting the pieces together.

"
You know more than you let on... Mystra."





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Mystra Midnight

Darksight Delicious Delights




Theme: The Wolf in your Darkest Room
Tags: Kaila Irons Kaila Irons





Mystra was usually not surprised by much, but her dark blackeyes went wide at the implications of which the woman spoke. If there was another that meant only one thing, the maker was preparing for their return. A vessel to be a new herald of destruction, like they all had been. All part of the makers cosmic war against the will and those that served it.

"That…."

As woman got close and could see through the illusion she could see it, smell it, and feel it in its totality. This one had been touched by makers blood and marked on the soul bound to the maker. Why had the maker hidden this secret from her kept her in the dark.

Anger fueled through Mystra, and fury started to burn in her eyes as the spark lit those dark coal eyes ablaze into eyes of fire. As she felt an invisible tendril wrapped around her neck like a constricting snake. The illusion of the shade dropped and diminutive woman that wore Kaila's sisters face, older wiser perhaps but still the face of her sister.

A wicked smile warped across the face of the mistress of midnight. Through the heavy breath of a constricted throat, she gasped out some words. "I guess the talk is done and it's time for the foreplay to begin."

Mystra's hands came up and they clapped together. As she did a vibrating hum rippled through the air and the walls and ground began to shake. As they did furniture, pictures on the walls, and loose objects began to fly in the direction of Kaila. Nothing would kill the woman maybe batter her a bit but hopefully cause her to lose her concentration with the distraction of hundreds of objects flying towards her.

"You can't stop the return, child. Best to make your peace with your sister."


She said through the crashing of objects. As she her burning eyes watched and wait for the moment the concentration would drop her hands and fingers began to move in what seemed like erratic patterns, but she was casting a spell. A spear of midnight black would appear in her hands. "Best you make peace with yourself."

 
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Wearing: Armor + Robes
Tag: Mystra Midnight Mystra Midnight
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"I..." It was unbearable, seeing the face of her sister so strained, no matter if another wore it.

Kaila's grip loosened, just a little.

But then Mystra smiled, and it was as if everything she associated with that face had been corrupted beyond repair.

"
Just tell me how to stop her!" she growled.


"You can't stop the return, child. Best to make your peace with your sister."

Anathemous grit her teeth and let go at last, bending her knees before propelling herself off the stairwell. All the while she threw her gloved hands out, summoning a translucent barrier of blue-green energy which swirled around the young Darth to fend off whatever the witch may throw at her.

"Best you make peace with yourself."


"Peace is a lie!" she roared, "There is only passion!"

"
And through passion—"

The sith let one hand hold up the barrier whilst another swung around to face Mystra, palm forward, lightning crackling between hooked fingertips in flashes of bright blue.

"
—I gain strength!"

It spread much like the proverbial web of Mystra, impacting the walls in fiery showers of sparks which left black marks in the old manor and pierced through paintings and objects which had been flung at the young lord, who hoped to burn away that which the Dathomirian sought to throw at her, to deprive them both of distractions and even the playing field.

The goal was not to kill her, not yet. Not while that slim chance remained that she may have the information she required. But that window was closing fast.

"
Tell me how to save her and I will leave this place."

Then the lightning stopped, and as her molten eyes flared with a brilliant fire not unlike the the books and paintings in the air, Everything around her stopped, gripped by an eerie stillness as the march began anew.

"
But not one second before!"





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Mystra Midnight

Darksight Delicious Delights




Theme: The Wolf in your Darkest Room
Tags: Kaila Irons Kaila Irons




The grasp around the neck loosened as Anathemous looked upon Mystra face and objects began to whirl around the room. The spear of midnight black materialized in Mystra's hand as the Kaila propelled herself off the stairwell erecting a barrier to protect herself from the bombardment of objects.

She heard what the young sith said as she leapt from the stairs. That code so ancient but flawed just as the jedi code was before it. Lightening then sprang forth from the sith's hands striking at the ways burning through them and streaking across them. As the lightning came for her Mystra held the spear in both hands out in front of her.

Using Tutaminis she drew the lightning to her and into the spears she held out in front of her. Around her the world seemed slow objects burning from the lightning at a stand still flames of her past dangling there for her to see through her burning eyes. The lightning crackled off the spear as she looked forward towards the sith.

"Nȃor shu biar osakip galenifa fro'tlesu bitu tok dadilifi."

"Nȃor shu uifri binca fro'tlesu bitu jen I'sharen s'lahl raletrifi."

"Nȃor shu meni gatnokal su'ku mireth'kosta, fro'tlesu h'lanhilu hai jifu."

"Nȃor shu nȃkah tzela fro'tlesu bitu s'sitokar jieset kaiken."

The lightning being brought into the spear began to crackle all around Mystra's body as she spoke the code of the witches. Sith had been smart to move away as the lightning flowed up Mystra's body. It licked around her and crackled as her body seemed to be covered in the element of electrical energy. Kaila made her demands wanting to know more, wanting the secrets of the maker.

She raised the spear in both her hands above her head. "Your code is weak child, passion will only consume you, distract you from real power." As she said it and the spear raised above her head the energy from the lightning then began to swirl upwards out of the spear like a raging storm.

Thunder boomed through the old mansion and the walls began to break and crumble as a raging storm formed within its confines. "You dare attack me in, my HOME! You dare to make demands of ME!" Walls cracked and broke the roof started to split as the storm forming wanted to break free and grow bigger. Gust of wind started to breath from the cracks as the building started to break apart.

"I am a witch of Dathomir! I am a sorcerer of Rhand! I command the elements and wield destruction with a simple whisper!"

The Spear went to the left hand as the right harm dropped to her side and she launched the spear of midnight black at the petulant child that dared to make demands of her. She was the herald of the Goddess of Destruction. Thunder and lightning guiding its way to it mark as a violent storm began to rip the old decrepit mansion apart.

"I will only give you the death you so desperately seek!"

 
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Wearing: Armor + Robes
Tag: Mystra Midnight Mystra Midnight
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The witch spoke in familiar tongues, yet to her utter shame, Anathemous did not understand.

She was facing a true witch, and perhaps she was but a pretender, a child grasping at the legacy of a mother she would never know, a people that would never accept her, not as she was now. It stung her core with an icy
burn, and as the walls began to rumble and split apart with raw, sorcerous power, Kaila knew she was in for the fight of her life, but not if she had the strength to see it through.

Yet the knight marched on, holding her shield high even as a fell wind threatened to throw her down.

Because she wasn't doing this for herself. There was no time to quit.


"You dare attack me in, my HOME! You dare to make demands of ME!" Walls cracked and broke the roof started to split as the storm forming wanted to break free and grow bigger. Gust of wind started to breath from the cracks as the building started to break apart.

"I am a witch of Dathomir! I am a sorcerer of Rhand! I command the elements and wield destruction with a simple whisper!"

"So is she!" the knight shouted even over howling winds which whipped her golden hair.

"
Yet you sit here, hiding behind illusions and cryptic warnings, when you could be helping her!"

"
What good is a witch with no coven?!"

The spear came faster than she was prepared for.

She didn't even see it at first, just an arc of lightning traveling straighter than the others, and a horrible snap of thunder when it should have boomed.

Anathemous twisted her body around the lightning, but the spear impacted her shield with such ferocity that it
pierced, lodged inside the shimmering field and inching closer and closer. Her teeth ground as it slowed, the young Darth putting so much energy into holding the shield.

"
Aah-agh!"

It slid into her shoulder all the same.

The energy field shattered like brittle glass, allowing the spear of midnight through at alarming speed no matter the momentum lost, cutting across her muscular.

Then suddenly it appeared to vanish into her body as if a specter who'd found a host. She spun around then, gathering the energy into herself before throwing the mighty javalin back at Mystra with powerful arm and force alike.

A deadly cover.

Anathemous leapt like a wildcat at the stairwell, summoning in hand the
violet claw for which the legion's Valkyrie was known;

A lightsaber lance.

It clicked and sparked as the telescopic hilt transformed to it's full length gripped in both hands, the sith's pain and velocity powering a ferocious dive towards Mystra, emboldened by technologic muscle.

If she could not get answers from her, then she would take them from this lifeless manor.




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Mystra Midnight

Darksight Delicious Delights




Theme: The Wolf in your Darkest Room
Tags: Kaila Irons Kaila Irons




As spear shattered the force shield and through the woman's shoulder the words of the young sith filled Mystra's ears. The words spoke partial truth, by birth the clone if in fact it did exist had the right to call themselves Dathomiri as Mystra said herself to be. Though a witch for this supposed other clone was a stretch had not she undergone the rites and trials.

"Does this other even know their Clan?! Does this other know her heritage or history?!"

Mystra screamed back through the violent winds now ripping the mansion apart around them so violently the ground was shaking and the foundation cracking from the pressure rising. She saw the spear disappear no annihilate as it was supposed then reappear in the siths hand.

"I have a coven, I have a clan, I know the heritage and history!"

The spear launched from the sith's hand with ferocity and speed. Mystra was impressed though she didn't show it outwardly at how adaptable this sith seemed to be in combat. It was true Mystra and even the maker had a coven, though admittedly it was a bit in shambles due to the constant wars for Dathomir.

The spear came for Mystra as she raised her left arm out for it as her right hand clinched into a fist at her side pulling streaks of lighting from the raging storm ripping the mansion apart. Bolt after bolt aimed for Kaila Irons Kaila Irons hoping to strike her down.

The spear drove through Mystra's left hand piercing it directly in the palm ripping through the flesh and destroying the hand as she absorbed the spear's energy. Her left-hand vaporizing as she did so. The pain shot through her body and caused her muscles to spasm and strengthen with the energy.

Then another spear appeared in her clinched right fist as the sith leapt at her. Her teeth gritted as the violet blade of the saber lance. Her right hand came up with the spear as the saber lance came baring down on her. She was strengthened by the force, but she only had one hand now in which to fight with. Kaila's strength baring down on her, her knees nearly buckled as lightning and wind swirled and stormed around them. Even with he force aiding her strength she was no match for the sith superior strength. Her teeth gritted and her eyes burned with fury as she tried to push back against the lance.

She focused hard, she had been playing around to much she thought to herself. As she focused, she was staring up into her opponents' eyes as she felt her legs wanting to give way. She needed distance, there was no way she could keep up and be victorious in close range with this sith. Her head knelt forward slightly and using it as a focal point she let loose a force blast between them, knowing full well she would get blown back as well this close.

As the blast was let loose Mystra went flying back, her body flying through a nearby wall and another until her small body came to landing on the ground outside the mansion near the steps of the volcano it had been built into. The storm ripping apart her home for generations, the last of her memories of her family's once glory. She landed hard on her side on the stone ground ribs cracking on her left side. The wind escaping from her lungs as her head slightly lifted to look back towards her home that was now burning and falling apart.

Fury welled in her as she looked back at it, not just for her loss but at her maker. Why was there another made, what purpose did this one serve. They all had a purpose, her's had been to seek knowledge for the maker. Sokar the second had been to conceal the makers presences when witches had put her on trial.

"Damn you! What the hell have you done this time! Why must I always clean up your damn messes!"
She screamed out at no one as she looked upon her home being fully destroyed. Looking also for the sith she knew would be pursuing her.

 
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They met in a clash of blade and sorcery, might and ancient magick.

But the witch was buckling.

"
Where are they?!" Anathemous hissed in spite, "Or did you leave them to dry too?!"

The sith began pushing with all her augmented weight, teeth grit, molten staring into flame as these warrior women stared one another down. Each unyielding and ferocious, though the young Darth knew her brawn was taking ground and it drove her determination to new heights. She could do this! She just needed to stay strong, and maybe, just maybe, see this through.

Suddenly another bolt of lightning struck, obliterating a part of her exo-muscle as it slammed into her shoulder with a thunderous roar which masked her agonized howl as it tore through her left pauldron and suit. The lightning caused her artificial muscles to lock up, her robes to ignite in rings of spreading ember and her skin to sizzle. Carnifex had done more than enough to heighten her tolerance of pain with disturbing success, but the agony of seared flesh was one of the greatest she knew.

Worse, the lightning spread along her laminanium bones, relieved only by the ex-muscle's nylasteel coils absorbing some of the current instead.

Betrayed by her own strength, the young Darth was powerless to avoid the oncoming blast.

It threw her across the room and the world went white. Her only sense for a time was pain, and that wretched ringing...

"
...ffffrak..."

She winced sharply, unsure how long she'd been without sight, nor how long she'd been unable to move. The world spun as she sat upright, gripping the back of her head. Thank the gods this skull is metal, she thought.

Golden eyes blinked as dim light returned to the world via pale gray slivers from a breaking roof, and fire spreading across punctured walls. In her angered zeal it seemed she may have burnt away the very answers she sought. Unless...

Where is the witch?

Anathemous drowned a whine in the back of her throat as she stood, pushing herself up with her own lance, wooden splinters and beams rolling off her sides. It was only now she realized that the robes were on fire, and she weakly patted the smoldering ends of her hair till the charred gold merely smoked in her wake.

Still she pushed on, arm hanging limp at her side as she pursed Mystra through the hole she'd left.


"Damn you! What the hell have you done this time! Why must I always clean up your damn messes!" She screamed out at no one as she looked upon her home being fully destroyed. Looking also for the sith she knew would be pursuing her.

Darth Anathemous emerged through the hole just as she foresaw.

"
You." the sith growled deeply, pointing her saber at the witch.

"
Have been abandoned. Used. Just like her."

The flames engulfing her robes grew with her rage as she stumbled forward, though with each step, her vision shook less and less, and her pace quickened steadily into a warrior's march.

"
I'll give you one more chance."

"
...otherwise,"

She tried to draw her shoto, grip fumbling as pain continued to sear her arm.

"
Agh..."

The force was made to suffice, her
crimson blade igniting as it left her belt seemingly on it's own, floating beside her like a dutiful hound as it pointed towards the witch.

She cast her smoldering robes aside then, revealing her bodgloved and marble figure, tight coils of muscle both organic and artificial, with no indication of where one ends and the other begins.

And it was being made to carry her forward awhile longer.

"
I will do what I must. For my sister."






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Mystra Midnight

Darksight Delicious Delights




Theme: The Wolf in your Darkest Room
Tags: Kaila Irons Kaila Irons




Through the raging storm ripping through the confines of the and boundaries of the old decrepit home of a long-lost family of the galaxy the angel of death descended. It pointed its violet sword of fire at Mystra. The angel of death hissed at her and mocked her.

Through heavy breaths from her broken ribs her right hand grabbed the spear, and she used it flipping it up and stabbing it into the ground. As she grunted and groaned pulling herself up as the angel of death stalked her.

"Yes, we are all players in the makers game."

Mystra said as she made her way to knees and started to push up to her feet. Her back to the Angel of death as she did so.

"You want truth child; fine Darth Sokar is the maker the Goddess of Destruction. She has died thousands of times, and thousands of times she has risen again. So many have spent so much time trying to achieve the curse she was born with.

She was baptized in her mother and fathers' blood at the hands of her jealous uncles. Given into slaver because they were too weak to kill a newborn baby. A slave girl who only wanted to know why the world was so cruel. She learned that those who had power and wealth owned the Galaxy, but she did not want to be them. She wanted to destroy them, so she free herself from her chains by killing herself and she was reborn stronger.

She seeks to destroy this reality and the will that binds it in a never-ending cycle of suffering. It was the cruelty of man that created the monster known as the Darth Sokar you so desperately want to know. She will destroy you, and your sister not because she wants to but because she can. This is her game, you are just a pawn it, a strategic sacrifice like I was once, but I got promoted because I understood her better than those made before me."


Mystra stood up, her right hand grasping the spear, she slowly turned to face the dark angel who grabbed another weapon. She looked upon the broken woman as she discarded her robes. As Mystra's orange eyes started to die down returning to there coal black state she could see the pain, fury, and anguish in the woman before her. In a way the organic mixed with the inorganic made Mystra pity her.

Her breathing was heavy and left hand just a stump, this and more just the sacrifices she had made for the maker. Yet she could not let this sith know all the secrets, not out of some loyalty to the monster that made her but because part of her wanted to see this all end.

"I had to make a lot of sacrifices and had to endure suffering that most can't survive. Just to get to survive as long as I have and that is a really long time. I know Sokar's secrets, so strike me down I will only come back stronger. I do not fear death because those who do never achieve true power."

She moved a few steps to the side, her hand still on her spear piked in the ground. She then outstretched both her arms at full length still holding onto the spear. A loud booming crack of thunder sounded like trumpet int the sky. She awaited the Angel of deaths strike, as the blow was to come a large streak of lightning would cross the sky but it would not hit the angel of death but the Volcano.


 
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You want truth child; fine

Kaila stopped, gambling on a moment's hesitation.

It was met with claims of godhood that she had heard so many times before.

She wandered closer, leaning her unnatural weight against the lance as she stumbled tiredly forward, wounded arm dangling at her side, weakened by what may have been a melted bone in her laminanium skeleton.

The tale Mystra weaved was bleak as these ashen fields they bled in, a tragedy borne of monsters who created a monster in kind, in an endless cycle that sounded all too familiar. She too wanted destroy
The Will, to end this cycle once and for all, but so too did she know that Sokar was a part of it, and though she was forever changed, Anathemous had vowed to find another way.

"
...I too served a god, once..." she spoke through labored breaths.

"
...but our "Gods" are every bit the pawns that we are... they contribute nothing but suffering, because The Will cannot sell salvation to a people that do not know strife..."

"
...She is part of the problem..."


"I had to make a lot of sacrifices and had to endure suffering that most can't survive. Just to get to survive as long as I have and that is a really long time. I know Sokar's secrets, so strike me down I will only come back stronger. I do not fear death because those who do never achieve true power."

Darth Anathemous closed her eyes.

And the world went cold.

Her presence in the force grew, something ancient, and wrong. It blurred together as if there were three of her, maybe four, a gravetide whose arctic waves from beyond turned her steadying breaths to mist as she released the restraints she had once placed upon her own powers, and made peace with what she must do.

"
...death is not your end..."


"...I will see to it..."

She opened her eyes and violet stars stared back.

"
I am sorry."

Her saber flew straight as an arrow.





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Mystra Midnight

Darksight Delicious Delights




Theme: The Wolf in your Darkest Room
Tags: Kaila Irons Kaila Irons




Black eyes watch as violet rays pierced through the ashen lands, swirls of violet encompassing around the dark angel. The sight was mystical in nature as the outlines of the of fallen warriors the angel had consumed came into a view. This woman was truly what she spoke to be a death bringer. Her words of this not being the end of Mystra rang true to the ears of the ancient being.

As a red dart of death came flying towards plunging deep into her chest the crimson blade protruding from the diminutive figures back as her arms remained outstretched. Her right-hand slid down the spear stuck in the ground as she dropped to her knees. As her knees hit the ground an enormous bolt of lightning that lit up the ashen sky like an explosion from an atom bomb as it struck into the volcano.

The ground rumbled and shock with violent fury, as the angel of death went to consume the soul of the slain witch. The volcano erupted in anger and rage as those dark eyes looked up at the violet stars in Kaila's eyes. The ground started to crack around them from the volcano's anger. Its destructive nature did not care for whom or what it ate just that it must feast.

Those dark dead eyes staring into those violet eyes and told a story the angel of death was ready to hear. A wicked smirk crossed the figure that was Mystra's face, there was no soul in this one for it was just a howl perfect illusion a Dopplegänger. The feast robbed from the glutton as the gates of hell were opened up as magma and chunks of rock began to rain down from the sky. Volcanic fury mixing with a raging storm annihilation was the future left for this place.

The manor that was, was no more as the fire, earth and storm ripped its remnants from near distance only boards and remnants of foundation remained. A protective field of wards, however, did protect one object that could be seen through the haze of fire and ash. A blue shield of force protected the crystal ball from harm and the sea of magma headed its way to clear away what little remained of the manor.

The Dopplegänger looked at the into the abyss of the violet stars smirking. As from the ground rose the real Mystra phasing through it like an ethereal ghost from behind Kaila and as she did her right hand stretch into the nether like one would with surge of the brier but from the lands of the spirits she did not pull a seed but a Golden Lightwhip that came out with such force in the right hand of Mystra as she became physical again, it's tendrils screaming for the neck of the sith

"You sound like Sokar's sister! A fool who could never better Sokar!" She laughed as fury raged around them. "The rest of her siblings not much better!" The revelation that Sokar had siblings, that there she did not supplement her lost family with clones but had flesh and blood despite her family supposedly being killed seemed like a contradiction of truth but fate always loved cruel plot twists. Mystra's eyes still burning like pyres of flames as she spoke with fury on her now broken lands.



 
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Darth Anathemous stepped forth to claim her prize.

Yet lifting her hand towards the witch, she grasped nothing in the force. It was as if Mystra had never been a living thing at all, nor did she ascend to the plane of dead things to join her sisters in the nether. As if she had never existed at all.

Violet eyes thinned, a momentary reprieve from their blinding, baleful light.

Then it came with thunderous applause, a great lightning bolt the likes of which she'd never seen before. She followed it's trail to the magma spewing mountain and realized in that moment with great horror what was happening as it erupted in waves of hellish fire.

"
NO!" she shrieked.

The manor. Even if she put out the fires now, would surely burn and melt till nothing remained, the answers buried within consumed for all time.

"
What did you do?!"

Anathemous turned to the smiling witch, her own lips pulled back, teeth bared hatefully. Was it true then? had she come here for nothing?!


"DAMN YOU!"

She reached out, twisting the lightsaber from afar. Whatever regret she once bore for invading the witch's home was long gone, she may have taken a home from Mystra, but the witch had just taken her last chance to save her sister and that was the most abhorrent thing anyone had stolen from her, not even the theft of her memory could compare. Yet the witch kept smiling. Why was she still smiling?!

The snap-hiss of a lightsaber clawed into the silence broken only by the falling of rock and ash.


Anathemous turned like a coiling viper,
golden light dancing across her face with a sickly heat as the lightwhip reached out for her, splattering blood across her cheek. But Mystra was no kingsnake.

Barely twisting in time, Anathemous intercepted the blow with a gauntlet of pure beskar with hope to see it wrap around her vambrace with a sickly scratching sound like metallic nails against a chalk board, leaving golden sparks in it's wake. Then summoning the remnants of augmented strength in her arms, she would pull with desperate, bestial strength towards her pointed spear if the witch's own grip proved to be strong as she predicted.

Darth Anathemous would survive, even if it cost her hand.





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Mystra Midnight

Darksight Delicious Delights




Theme: The Wolf in your Darkest Room
Tags: Kaila Irons Kaila Irons





The blade twisted in the Dopplegänger's empty chest cavity with the flick of the sith's wrist and yet it's smile remained as the whip lashed out. The real Mystra did not smile though as she lashed the cheek of the dark angel. As she pulled back to move for another lashing with the golden stinger.

As she pulled back though Anathemous caught it in her grasp and began to try to reel in her catch wrapping the whip around her Mandalorian steal. Mystra tried to yank it back but the sith was so much stronger than the witch. Mystra tried to grasp the whip in two hands, forgetting for a moment that her left was no more.

Teeth gritted once more, and her eyes flared in frustration as her feet dragged across the ground. She put all her strength into her right arm trying to pull back and either break through the arm or make the sith release. As her feet tried firmly plant to the ground her small size even augmented by the force was no match for the sith and she inched closer.

"Gȃyita het res dog lalyes hisul, teree hai res taret."

As Mystra said the words, a violet shimmer ran from her right hand up the hilt of the light whip the golden plasma glow began to be outlined with a light violet hue. A heavy force crushing pressure began to clamp down over the vambrace as Mystra yanked back with all her might. Through her grimaced gritted teeth, she hissed.

"Rise!"

The words vibrating through the turmoil of raging eruption and storms into the ears of the Dopplegänger commanding it. Who began to rise to its feet and pulled the saber from its chest as a phantom left hand materialized on it. It lifted its spear from the ground in its right hand and launched it at the sith who was side turned from them now. Then with the Speed of the Toocha the doppleganger came rushing towards the sith behind the spear red shoto saber of the sith in hand going from right to left at the siths side hoping to strike the opposite arm of the vambrace. An attack from both sides to try to take down the sith invader

"Foolish Tsis!"


 
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