Boethiah
Dark Messiah
Location: Outskirts of Kachiro City
Objective: Support her allies.
Allies: [member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Cryax Bane"] | [member="Khan Ra"] | [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Spark Finn"]
Enemies: [member="Soliael Devin Talith"] | [member="Kira Liadain"] | [member="Caleb Brolen"] | [member="Corvus Raaf"]
Anja's movements lead her to an onset of what seemed to be a battlefield when she felt a sudden change, as if the world around her was shifting behind the scenes, the calm before the storm. Almost immediately she dropped and placed her hands on the ground, closing her eyes she felt out through the force, through her magic and began to listen and comprehend. Whoever was doing this must've been exceedingly powerful, well behind what she was capable of thus far. Nonetheless she did not fret. She simply remained, drawing upon her own powers and channeling them deep inside of her and sensing the perception of others around her. She felt fear in her enemies, deep emotions in her allies, and unity in what must've been the Jedi. There were all sorts of strings being pulled and actions being done in the shadows. This was going to be a terrible battle but one that would bring out the greatest in those who survived.
Continuing to channel her powers she gathered around her a shell of darkness -- invisible to the eyes but sensed in the force, as for its purpose that was vague and unrevealing. She knew those who sensed the force well would not be blind to her but she could at least mask it initially as she gained in strength. Deep inside the confines of her mind she found herself in the depths of an abyss as darkness reached around her and began to pull her deeper. "You've returned?", there was that voice inside her some form her powers took, it was how she manipulated them and controlled them, by this internal voice whatever it was, the voice she witnessed in the cave and ever since has been part of her. "There are many enemies before me, many far more powerful than I am.", she whispered into the confines of her heart. "I cannot teach you anything, if that's what you wish -- I am part of you, I only know what you know.", the voice said with a growl in response. Anja knew this -- well she sort of did but that was not what she intended to ask.
"No games.", she quipped. The voice moved inside of her as if it was a predator stalking its prey from the treeline. "You lack... But not entirely, you know what to do.", and as it spoke the voice disappeared and she escaped the foul pits of her chaos. Having gathered strength the Harbinger of Nogras, the Host Lord of The Primeval, Anja Aj'Rou solidified her magic and allowed it gather to her hands. She removed her armored gloves allowing the two objects to fall to the ground and then slowly disconnected her helmet, allowing dark flowing hair -- rare for an Umbaran to not shave their head -- in its bun to fall loose as she took out the band that held it there. Moving her arms out, flexing her hands and spreading her finger joints intricately, she began to imagine invisible strings before her that guided to the energy of all living things that were clouded by fear. Gathering terrible emotions of her own, of willingness to anything necessary she began to clench her fingers closer together and the shell of dark energy shattered and flowed to the finger tips. From the tips of her fingers tendrils of energy reached out and began to conjure illusions of twisted beasts to hurtle themselves towards the enemy line, there was a limit to how far they could go before the effective nature of their truth wore off but she intended to stay at a safer distance so that if she was caught off guard, it wouldn't be in the middle of an enemy platoon.
The beasts looked of charred and cracked leathery hides with spikes protruding from crevices in their body, sharp fangs and ravenous sounds accompanied by a foul stench. The toll took on the user's stamina but if maintained well could effectively lower the morale of her enemies before she was forced to disengage them in order to converse her stamina. Hopefully her allies would take the opportunity of her feint to strike a real blow to the enemy lines and assault the city.
Objective: Support her allies.
Allies: [member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Cryax Bane"] | [member="Khan Ra"] | [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Spark Finn"]
Enemies: [member="Soliael Devin Talith"] | [member="Kira Liadain"] | [member="Caleb Brolen"] | [member="Corvus Raaf"]
Anja's movements lead her to an onset of what seemed to be a battlefield when she felt a sudden change, as if the world around her was shifting behind the scenes, the calm before the storm. Almost immediately she dropped and placed her hands on the ground, closing her eyes she felt out through the force, through her magic and began to listen and comprehend. Whoever was doing this must've been exceedingly powerful, well behind what she was capable of thus far. Nonetheless she did not fret. She simply remained, drawing upon her own powers and channeling them deep inside of her and sensing the perception of others around her. She felt fear in her enemies, deep emotions in her allies, and unity in what must've been the Jedi. There were all sorts of strings being pulled and actions being done in the shadows. This was going to be a terrible battle but one that would bring out the greatest in those who survived.
Continuing to channel her powers she gathered around her a shell of darkness -- invisible to the eyes but sensed in the force, as for its purpose that was vague and unrevealing. She knew those who sensed the force well would not be blind to her but she could at least mask it initially as she gained in strength. Deep inside the confines of her mind she found herself in the depths of an abyss as darkness reached around her and began to pull her deeper. "You've returned?", there was that voice inside her some form her powers took, it was how she manipulated them and controlled them, by this internal voice whatever it was, the voice she witnessed in the cave and ever since has been part of her. "There are many enemies before me, many far more powerful than I am.", she whispered into the confines of her heart. "I cannot teach you anything, if that's what you wish -- I am part of you, I only know what you know.", the voice said with a growl in response. Anja knew this -- well she sort of did but that was not what she intended to ask.
"No games.", she quipped. The voice moved inside of her as if it was a predator stalking its prey from the treeline. "You lack... But not entirely, you know what to do.", and as it spoke the voice disappeared and she escaped the foul pits of her chaos. Having gathered strength the Harbinger of Nogras, the Host Lord of The Primeval, Anja Aj'Rou solidified her magic and allowed it gather to her hands. She removed her armored gloves allowing the two objects to fall to the ground and then slowly disconnected her helmet, allowing dark flowing hair -- rare for an Umbaran to not shave their head -- in its bun to fall loose as she took out the band that held it there. Moving her arms out, flexing her hands and spreading her finger joints intricately, she began to imagine invisible strings before her that guided to the energy of all living things that were clouded by fear. Gathering terrible emotions of her own, of willingness to anything necessary she began to clench her fingers closer together and the shell of dark energy shattered and flowed to the finger tips. From the tips of her fingers tendrils of energy reached out and began to conjure illusions of twisted beasts to hurtle themselves towards the enemy line, there was a limit to how far they could go before the effective nature of their truth wore off but she intended to stay at a safer distance so that if she was caught off guard, it wouldn't be in the middle of an enemy platoon.
The beasts looked of charred and cracked leathery hides with spikes protruding from crevices in their body, sharp fangs and ravenous sounds accompanied by a foul stench. The toll took on the user's stamina but if maintained well could effectively lower the morale of her enemies before she was forced to disengage them in order to converse her stamina. Hopefully her allies would take the opportunity of her feint to strike a real blow to the enemy lines and assault the city.
redge 
