Matreya
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A Powerful Weapon Indeed...
Tera Lush, a planet of unique beings and beautiful scenery. Also, of ancient powers that lived for millennia, utilizing their own forms of darkside energies that seemed to imbue items with odd strengths and weaknesses. Many lived in times of great war, upon return they bore odd weaponry and new ideals.
This is what led Damien to be among the people. He sought a man, well a rumor of a man was the proper description, whom was said to hold knowledge of an ancient weapon that was revered among the cosmos.
Named in ancient Vampir, Ak'hanz'a Tur'ohna, the Sword of the Night was among such whispered stories among friends. From soft lip to hungry ear stories traveled, saying of a weapon that could break any lightsaber with a single strike, and cut like the sharpest knife. Unbreakable among near any means, it was supposed to even be able to resist the heat of a furnace. Best by far though, was the rumor that it caused a creeping fear during battle, such that could break a mans spirit and even cause their death forthwith.
From people that were not known to be the brightest, this sounded magical and paranormal even, but to Daemos this sounded like a weapon forged through Force Sciences, of what origin he knew not but this was why he sought it so. If there existed a blade that could harness such a raw talent, and even damage a mans will to battle, this was worth any monetary price to obtain.
When he first landed, his main goal was obtaining housing for his ship, then a place to sleep and study came next. These were not so hard to locate however, for soon enough he stood before a rather adequate home owned by a rich family of Arkanians - why they were on Lush he didnt bother to ask, though the thought did tickle at his subconscious from time to time, maybe it was to flee a war?
Upon offering a chip that held 2,000 credits, the noble man of the home had bowed and accepted. Then came the tour of the estate, there was a humongous swimming ground in the back that spanned for hundreds of feet, every floor in the home was heated, there were 20 bedrooms, 12 bathrooms, 18 screens for whatever needs it filled. The duo kitchens held top dollar furnishings and fillings; including rare wines, delicacies that spanned from each region of the cosmos, and even unique fruits that were strict to Tera Lush. All throughout the tour, Daemos seemed the ever more interested guest, but found his clouds rolling and thunderous; all holding interest in the same thing, the Sword of the Night and what it could possibly be.
Ending in a lavish study, filled near to optimum capacity with books and scientific items galore, Daemos looked to the stout man, "Your home is amazing, and i look forward to my stay in it. But, though I now have a means of sustenance and housing, I require a way of finding knowledge. Stories are told of a powerful sword, whispers that have stretched far to even lay upon my own thoughts."
"Ak'hanz'a Tur'ohna, the Sword of Darkest Night. I know of it, but only through ancient fairy tales and myths. However, that said, there is a man that i once knew that could know more of this. He even owes me a favor; I fixed him up with a mistress while his wife was visiting her mother." Dova, the Arkanian, said with a smile, clearly the home was leaning on the better side of bankrupt so anyone with large cred pouches, like that shown so far, could only be welcomed with open arms and lips.
"Ak'hanz'a Tur'ohna..." Daemos let the words slip from his throat, "What can you tell me of the weapon? I know you're no expert, but being a planet dweller relaying the story, deems it somewhat more trustworthy."
"For starters it was a powerful weapon ineed; legends say the blade was crafted before the time of lightsabers, or any energized weapon for that matter. That it was crafted in the heat of a planets core, made of rare untold minerals alike. Passing its way from hand to hand, master to master, the blade began searing a darker energy than that of a normal tool. It became a Dark Side Nexus in its entirety.
"It was said to cause an intense fear in its enemies during battle, breaking down their wills until the owner of the blade could toy with them and leave them in a pool of their own intestines and blood." The Arkanian said, clasping his hands together after which he rested his chin and placed his right ankle on his left knee, "Quite the potent weapon, if it bore any truth."
"You don't believe it could?" Daemos arched a brow. The man seemed to know quite a bit of the weapon for one whom thought it nothing more then a brief legend.
"Well, the myth has long been told on the planet. To the extreme, having become a symbol of terror even. Parents whisper of the blade, and its dark owners, to their children.
"You may have difficulty finding someone whom doesn't know of Ak'hanz'a." The man stated with a gentle shrug, "But as said, your best bet is to seek the man in the well known casino, The Whompa's Fang. His name is Derrinak Oolains, and hes one of the best damn Detectives I have ever met - second to Dark Knight himself."
Daemos nodded, then rose slowly before reaching out ward in a full body stretch. When the Arkanian reached out, Daemos embraced the grip in a firm shake, "I will be returning then." A man of many things, words had never been a grand trait if you asked him.
Moving towards Winter, he quickly lifted into the air and then began punching the coordinates for the near by cantina he was to meet his guide at. According to Dova, the man was a Shistavenan, roughly 6 feet and had brown fur with a piercing in the right ear tip. He would not reveal the man's name, claiming with an - not to surprising - unbelievable tone in his voice, that he couldnt recall the title. If Dova was telling the truth, when he arrived all he would need to do is sit in one of the furthest back corner booths and order a bottle of wine. From then his target would seemingly appear from nowhere, and even if the being then did show it was still up for debate whether he would be willing to converse the probable knowledge he held of a possible weapon that may have never existed.
Flipping the few required switches, and punching the remaining buttons, Damien touched the ship down and existed its exterior. At that point - after quickly making sure the ship was locked - the massive man moved to duck into The Cantina.
Moving towards the bartender he offered a slight smile accompanied by a swift nod, "Howdy. Gonna be here for a small amount of time, Ill need a nice bottle of wine, a couple glasses and something cheesy. Actually add a bottle of brandy to that list would ya?" Clicking his tongue, offering a wink, and loosely letting a credit flip from his thumb towards the woman. She easily caught it, smiled at the gorgeous yet dark seeming man and bounced about to work on his order.
The booth he needed to utilize however - according to the information provided - was currently in use. This couldnt be allowed, Damien did not have all year to wait around for a couple of friends to drink and be merry.
Stepping closer to the table, and its surrounding occupants - 3 males, and 2 females. Allowing a full blown smile to bloom ear to ear, the man lashed out with his mind to grip all of those near. Instantly they stopped laughing and jostling to look at Daemos as he spoke, "Leave. Now."
The Torture by Chagrin roared their minds, crippling them with horror unimaginable - so extreme it caused the women to burst into tears. It was a bit much, for no ones that didnt even really need such a push, but the man didnt care. Right now he had a goal set in his mind, and thus had to do anything and everything to succeed.
Setting his hands calmly on the table, Damien let his stare bore into the very souls of each person individually before continuing to the next, "Last warning." At the end of the words, Damien let his grip on their minds release and there was a visible sign of release as they all felt the impossible fear finally leave. Thus, they were gone. Scrambling over each other, knocking tables and chairs aside as they all flourished towards the small door frame that marked the only entrance and exit for the building.
About that time the petite bartender arrived carrying all requested items - and even a surprise one in the form of triangular crunchy things smothered in a yellow cheese, dubbed "Nachos" by the woman. As she set item after item on the table, Daemos leaned further into the shadows for a moment and then gripped one of the "chips" which he then placed ever so feather soft against his tongue. Then a small nibble followed suit, which soon enough transferred into full on ravenous consumption - Nachos were frakin amazing!!!!
Watching as a dancer shifted and swayed, near by on a caged table, gently to a beat he couldn't hear. Slowly she drew her hands along the silken flesh of her naval towards her breasts.
This was the only distraction required for the moment, as when he next glanced towards his table the opposite side of th booth was filled by a humongous winged form. Feline in appearance, Damien could some what see the comparable positions that lead Dova to believe him a Shistavenan rather than Kentra.
"Name's Grostia, what can I do for you?" The Kentran said, his hand began to slowly reach for the remaining golden smothered chip, but slowly withdrew it when Daemos visibly let his hand shift to the hilt of his Lightsaber. He would kill for its addictive goodness.
"Daemon, Damien Daemon. Aliit'Buir of the Daemon's. Pleasure." Daemos said with a gentle nod of greeting, "I hear tale that you know certain things that I wish to know.
"Ak'hanz'a, what do you know of it? Legend, myth, or fact, all of it." The Lord asked with a slight shift in his posture.
Matching the Kentra, Daemos poured a small glass filled about half way with his Brandy. Bringing the rim of the cool glass to his lips, he poured the burning liquid down his throat. Then once more the liquid began to enter the glass, while finally Grostia spoke once more.
"Ak'hanz'a Tur'ohna, Sword of the Night..You were smart to come to me. Remind me at some time to ask where you heard of me by the way.
"Once upon a time - what a wonderful way to start a story am I right? - there were several powerful Masters that all came together around the burning Furnace of Tartarus on Val'hala. Imbuing a strain of unknown Cortosis with raw energy drawn from the living Force, they made the already durable alloy ever stronger. What kind of Cortosis is not known so dont ask, nor how it was said to be stronger than that of what we have knowledge of today.
"Then they crafted a handle from that of the Prime Lushien Black Oak, the very first of the trees, to which one of the oldest found strands of armorweave was wrapped. Upon its completion, the blade was only slightly smaller than that of the average duelist blade, it instilled an incapacitating fear, was capable of disabling the yet to exist Lightsabers, and battling any other metals it met - until the Battle of the Ssun.
"It was there that the blade was broken, during one of the darkest battle in Lushien histories. How Is unknown. But what is known, is the hilt for the devastating blade was passed from wielder to wielder.
"Though nothing more then armor weave and wood, the image of it and the very ideals of such a weapon are intense. Why do you seek knowledge of such an ancient forgotten item?" Grostia ended his small speech as he reclined, finishing his second glass of the wine.
"Hmm.." Daemos was pleased, the basics of the blade had been confirmed, "I wish to own such a thing, why else?"
"What would a man of your stature be willing to pay for something of that caliber?" Grostia asked, resting his elbows on the table as he clasped his hands, behind him his gargantuan wings rustled slightly.
"Anything." One word, that was all that was uttered and yet it spoke fathoms.
"Well..." Slowly, Grotia drew from within his shirt line a hilt that was small compared to the giant. It was attached to a rustic chain on the being, "Let's say 5 million credits."
"Done." Daemos could instantly feel the darkness of the object once it was freed of the clothing that bound it. Beautiful to the eye, the wood smell even now could reach his nostrils despite the ancient claims that could be made to the timber.
Shock, this was all that was evident from Grostia. Daemos was willing to pay, and even now was clicking buttons on a holocom, "Account information?" Daemos said as he turned the com towards the massive being before himself.
In the blink of an eye the com was once more facing him, this time covered by the hilt as well. Wrapping the chain around his own neck, Daemos finished the transfers and nodded to the beast. Rising from his seat he lashed out with a swift mind shattering blow, and Grostia's corpse hit the ground.
A few hours later, Damien found himself once more sitting in Dova's home - why spend money and utilize the services rendered? Contact had been initiated between himself and one Rave Merrill.
He bore plentiful amounts of knowledge on how such a weapon could come into existence, and even possessed most of the requirements. The woman however was a superior alchemist, and as such he wished to seek her assistance as well as to show the knowledge that was housed within the ranks of JAC.
@[member="Rave Merrill"]
Tera Lush, a planet of unique beings and beautiful scenery. Also, of ancient powers that lived for millennia, utilizing their own forms of darkside energies that seemed to imbue items with odd strengths and weaknesses. Many lived in times of great war, upon return they bore odd weaponry and new ideals.
This is what led Damien to be among the people. He sought a man, well a rumor of a man was the proper description, whom was said to hold knowledge of an ancient weapon that was revered among the cosmos.
Named in ancient Vampir, Ak'hanz'a Tur'ohna, the Sword of the Night was among such whispered stories among friends. From soft lip to hungry ear stories traveled, saying of a weapon that could break any lightsaber with a single strike, and cut like the sharpest knife. Unbreakable among near any means, it was supposed to even be able to resist the heat of a furnace. Best by far though, was the rumor that it caused a creeping fear during battle, such that could break a mans spirit and even cause their death forthwith.
From people that were not known to be the brightest, this sounded magical and paranormal even, but to Daemos this sounded like a weapon forged through Force Sciences, of what origin he knew not but this was why he sought it so. If there existed a blade that could harness such a raw talent, and even damage a mans will to battle, this was worth any monetary price to obtain.
When he first landed, his main goal was obtaining housing for his ship, then a place to sleep and study came next. These were not so hard to locate however, for soon enough he stood before a rather adequate home owned by a rich family of Arkanians - why they were on Lush he didnt bother to ask, though the thought did tickle at his subconscious from time to time, maybe it was to flee a war?
Upon offering a chip that held 2,000 credits, the noble man of the home had bowed and accepted. Then came the tour of the estate, there was a humongous swimming ground in the back that spanned for hundreds of feet, every floor in the home was heated, there were 20 bedrooms, 12 bathrooms, 18 screens for whatever needs it filled. The duo kitchens held top dollar furnishings and fillings; including rare wines, delicacies that spanned from each region of the cosmos, and even unique fruits that were strict to Tera Lush. All throughout the tour, Daemos seemed the ever more interested guest, but found his clouds rolling and thunderous; all holding interest in the same thing, the Sword of the Night and what it could possibly be.
Ending in a lavish study, filled near to optimum capacity with books and scientific items galore, Daemos looked to the stout man, "Your home is amazing, and i look forward to my stay in it. But, though I now have a means of sustenance and housing, I require a way of finding knowledge. Stories are told of a powerful sword, whispers that have stretched far to even lay upon my own thoughts."
"Ak'hanz'a Tur'ohna, the Sword of Darkest Night. I know of it, but only through ancient fairy tales and myths. However, that said, there is a man that i once knew that could know more of this. He even owes me a favor; I fixed him up with a mistress while his wife was visiting her mother." Dova, the Arkanian, said with a smile, clearly the home was leaning on the better side of bankrupt so anyone with large cred pouches, like that shown so far, could only be welcomed with open arms and lips.
"Ak'hanz'a Tur'ohna..." Daemos let the words slip from his throat, "What can you tell me of the weapon? I know you're no expert, but being a planet dweller relaying the story, deems it somewhat more trustworthy."
"For starters it was a powerful weapon ineed; legends say the blade was crafted before the time of lightsabers, or any energized weapon for that matter. That it was crafted in the heat of a planets core, made of rare untold minerals alike. Passing its way from hand to hand, master to master, the blade began searing a darker energy than that of a normal tool. It became a Dark Side Nexus in its entirety.
"It was said to cause an intense fear in its enemies during battle, breaking down their wills until the owner of the blade could toy with them and leave them in a pool of their own intestines and blood." The Arkanian said, clasping his hands together after which he rested his chin and placed his right ankle on his left knee, "Quite the potent weapon, if it bore any truth."
"You don't believe it could?" Daemos arched a brow. The man seemed to know quite a bit of the weapon for one whom thought it nothing more then a brief legend.
"Well, the myth has long been told on the planet. To the extreme, having become a symbol of terror even. Parents whisper of the blade, and its dark owners, to their children.
"You may have difficulty finding someone whom doesn't know of Ak'hanz'a." The man stated with a gentle shrug, "But as said, your best bet is to seek the man in the well known casino, The Whompa's Fang. His name is Derrinak Oolains, and hes one of the best damn Detectives I have ever met - second to Dark Knight himself."
Daemos nodded, then rose slowly before reaching out ward in a full body stretch. When the Arkanian reached out, Daemos embraced the grip in a firm shake, "I will be returning then." A man of many things, words had never been a grand trait if you asked him.
Moving towards Winter, he quickly lifted into the air and then began punching the coordinates for the near by cantina he was to meet his guide at. According to Dova, the man was a Shistavenan, roughly 6 feet and had brown fur with a piercing in the right ear tip. He would not reveal the man's name, claiming with an - not to surprising - unbelievable tone in his voice, that he couldnt recall the title. If Dova was telling the truth, when he arrived all he would need to do is sit in one of the furthest back corner booths and order a bottle of wine. From then his target would seemingly appear from nowhere, and even if the being then did show it was still up for debate whether he would be willing to converse the probable knowledge he held of a possible weapon that may have never existed.
Flipping the few required switches, and punching the remaining buttons, Damien touched the ship down and existed its exterior. At that point - after quickly making sure the ship was locked - the massive man moved to duck into The Cantina.
Moving towards the bartender he offered a slight smile accompanied by a swift nod, "Howdy. Gonna be here for a small amount of time, Ill need a nice bottle of wine, a couple glasses and something cheesy. Actually add a bottle of brandy to that list would ya?" Clicking his tongue, offering a wink, and loosely letting a credit flip from his thumb towards the woman. She easily caught it, smiled at the gorgeous yet dark seeming man and bounced about to work on his order.
The booth he needed to utilize however - according to the information provided - was currently in use. This couldnt be allowed, Damien did not have all year to wait around for a couple of friends to drink and be merry.
Stepping closer to the table, and its surrounding occupants - 3 males, and 2 females. Allowing a full blown smile to bloom ear to ear, the man lashed out with his mind to grip all of those near. Instantly they stopped laughing and jostling to look at Daemos as he spoke, "Leave. Now."
The Torture by Chagrin roared their minds, crippling them with horror unimaginable - so extreme it caused the women to burst into tears. It was a bit much, for no ones that didnt even really need such a push, but the man didnt care. Right now he had a goal set in his mind, and thus had to do anything and everything to succeed.
Setting his hands calmly on the table, Damien let his stare bore into the very souls of each person individually before continuing to the next, "Last warning." At the end of the words, Damien let his grip on their minds release and there was a visible sign of release as they all felt the impossible fear finally leave. Thus, they were gone. Scrambling over each other, knocking tables and chairs aside as they all flourished towards the small door frame that marked the only entrance and exit for the building.
About that time the petite bartender arrived carrying all requested items - and even a surprise one in the form of triangular crunchy things smothered in a yellow cheese, dubbed "Nachos" by the woman. As she set item after item on the table, Daemos leaned further into the shadows for a moment and then gripped one of the "chips" which he then placed ever so feather soft against his tongue. Then a small nibble followed suit, which soon enough transferred into full on ravenous consumption - Nachos were frakin amazing!!!!
Watching as a dancer shifted and swayed, near by on a caged table, gently to a beat he couldn't hear. Slowly she drew her hands along the silken flesh of her naval towards her breasts.
This was the only distraction required for the moment, as when he next glanced towards his table the opposite side of th booth was filled by a humongous winged form. Feline in appearance, Damien could some what see the comparable positions that lead Dova to believe him a Shistavenan rather than Kentra.
"Name's Grostia, what can I do for you?" The Kentran said, his hand began to slowly reach for the remaining golden smothered chip, but slowly withdrew it when Daemos visibly let his hand shift to the hilt of his Lightsaber. He would kill for its addictive goodness.
"Daemon, Damien Daemon. Aliit'Buir of the Daemon's. Pleasure." Daemos said with a gentle nod of greeting, "I hear tale that you know certain things that I wish to know.
"Ak'hanz'a, what do you know of it? Legend, myth, or fact, all of it." The Lord asked with a slight shift in his posture.
Matching the Kentra, Daemos poured a small glass filled about half way with his Brandy. Bringing the rim of the cool glass to his lips, he poured the burning liquid down his throat. Then once more the liquid began to enter the glass, while finally Grostia spoke once more.
"Ak'hanz'a Tur'ohna, Sword of the Night..You were smart to come to me. Remind me at some time to ask where you heard of me by the way.
"Once upon a time - what a wonderful way to start a story am I right? - there were several powerful Masters that all came together around the burning Furnace of Tartarus on Val'hala. Imbuing a strain of unknown Cortosis with raw energy drawn from the living Force, they made the already durable alloy ever stronger. What kind of Cortosis is not known so dont ask, nor how it was said to be stronger than that of what we have knowledge of today.
"Then they crafted a handle from that of the Prime Lushien Black Oak, the very first of the trees, to which one of the oldest found strands of armorweave was wrapped. Upon its completion, the blade was only slightly smaller than that of the average duelist blade, it instilled an incapacitating fear, was capable of disabling the yet to exist Lightsabers, and battling any other metals it met - until the Battle of the Ssun.
"It was there that the blade was broken, during one of the darkest battle in Lushien histories. How Is unknown. But what is known, is the hilt for the devastating blade was passed from wielder to wielder.
"Though nothing more then armor weave and wood, the image of it and the very ideals of such a weapon are intense. Why do you seek knowledge of such an ancient forgotten item?" Grostia ended his small speech as he reclined, finishing his second glass of the wine.
"Hmm.." Daemos was pleased, the basics of the blade had been confirmed, "I wish to own such a thing, why else?"
"What would a man of your stature be willing to pay for something of that caliber?" Grostia asked, resting his elbows on the table as he clasped his hands, behind him his gargantuan wings rustled slightly.
"Anything." One word, that was all that was uttered and yet it spoke fathoms.
"Well..." Slowly, Grotia drew from within his shirt line a hilt that was small compared to the giant. It was attached to a rustic chain on the being, "Let's say 5 million credits."
"Done." Daemos could instantly feel the darkness of the object once it was freed of the clothing that bound it. Beautiful to the eye, the wood smell even now could reach his nostrils despite the ancient claims that could be made to the timber.
Shock, this was all that was evident from Grostia. Daemos was willing to pay, and even now was clicking buttons on a holocom, "Account information?" Daemos said as he turned the com towards the massive being before himself.
In the blink of an eye the com was once more facing him, this time covered by the hilt as well. Wrapping the chain around his own neck, Daemos finished the transfers and nodded to the beast. Rising from his seat he lashed out with a swift mind shattering blow, and Grostia's corpse hit the ground.
A few hours later, Damien found himself once more sitting in Dova's home - why spend money and utilize the services rendered? Contact had been initiated between himself and one Rave Merrill.
He bore plentiful amounts of knowledge on how such a weapon could come into existence, and even possessed most of the requirements. The woman however was a superior alchemist, and as such he wished to seek her assistance as well as to show the knowledge that was housed within the ranks of JAC.
@[member="Rave Merrill"]
