The Dathomir witch snorted at Kahlil Zambrano 's statements as she followed alongside him, though the smile that accompanied it would show she'd done so out of amusement. "We'll have to see, then, where this leads." Tarana shrugged as her smile would widen a bit more, "And it's Tarana," the red-head would state as she came to a stop, making sure to be a pace or two behind the negotiating parties as they reached one of the inner chambers that made up this covens' home. She'd stay quiet, leaning on her spear out of habit not need, as she listened silently to the exchange between Kahlil, Lark , and Shien.
Posted 05 March 2019 - 12:04 PM
As the group made their way towards the gate, the Emperor's ears pricked up as he sensed a noticeable shift in the air's density behind him. Turning around, the Emperor's eyes met those of a small boy as he ran across the flat plateau and collided right with his leg. The impact brought the boy to a screeching halt and planted him firmly on his butt in the dirt, leaving the Emperor unphased saved for the amusing raise of his eyebrow at the small child at his feet.
Reaching down, the Emperor cusped the child by the back of his tunic and hauled him up to about eye-level. He was so infinitesimally small compared to the gargantuan Dark Lord, the disparity between them practically comical.
They looked in each other's eyes, the barest hint of recognition as molten eyes ringed by black met brilliant emerald.
Placing the child back on his feet, the Emperor's words were a subdued rumble. "So, you are one of Yasha's children, are you not? I thought I spied the traits of an Epicanthix about you, my boy." With hands on his hips, he allowed the barest of smiles to play across his lips to perhaps diffuse whatever reservations the boy may have in the presence of such a monstrous individual like himself. "What is your name, I do not believe your mother has elected to inform me."
Posted 05 March 2019 - 01:12 PM
What was an ad’ika to do, when a gigantic mountain picked him up by the scruff of his tunic collar?
Put up his fists, of course. Five year old Magnus clenched his childish fists, gave out a war cry of, “Oya, mountain!”, and punched repeatedly in the air around Darth Carnifex’s arm. Black and red eyes met emerald.
The punches and struggle stopped. Magnus’s emerald eyes widened in an infantile fascination with the man behind the hulking mountainous body. He calmed, set down without ‘running strange’ as many children did when an unfamiliar presence met theirs. Little Magnus puffed up his chest, put on what he thought was a fierce and strong face.
“I’m Magnus Ra, and I’m gonna be the biggest and strongest Mandalorian in the universe! Even bigger than my Buirs and my brothers.” Magnus stuck his fist to his chest the way adult Mandalorians did to his mother. Darth Carnifex was so tall, the ad’ika thought of climbing his back to the top. Think of how much he could see up so high?
Before he could begin his ascent, a firm and lilting voice spread through the air.
“Magnus, my love. Why did you run? Ram’ika is worried.” Yasha trotted to her child, wrapping the boy’s waist in her arm and propping him on her hip. She touched her forehead to his, noses together to share a breath and Keldabe kiss. He hugged his arms around his mother’s neck, able now to look at Carnifex from a greater height.
“Buir, I met a mountain! A talking mountain, who smiled at me! Can I climb him?! Sit on the tippy top?” He pointed a chubby hand at the Dark Lord. A woman’s lungs filled with air and held it.
Yasha hissed out an exhale, and finally traced her eyes across Carnifex’s shoulders, neck to those perilous and unequalled eyes. Her eyebrows furrowed, lips open but clumsy and drowned in far too many words. Five years.
A half decade since last she put those scars on his face. Since their haggard parting.
It was but a blink in eternity, bound together by a force stronger than fickle and wilted destiny.
Her amber eyes never left those tempestuous crimson irises. Teeth bit on her bottom lip, Yasha leaned down and nuzzled her nose in Magnus’ hair. She kissed her son’s brow, eyes still on the Dark Lord who forgave all ills to agree upon mutual protection without restraint. How could she forgive him for Commenor, or...
“You shaved your head... everyone must think you even more terrifying... Kaine...” This man of nightmares. God of depravity and power. A force which made the universe tremble and quake and bend and perish.
A man, who smiled at a strange boy and held him calmly in the palm of his hand.
“Buir, you’re squishing me. I want to climb the mountain.”
“Walk with me... with us. Sorry about mother, she’s abrasive and fearless... and she’s been alive five minutes and I am already apologizing. She is, isn’t she? Alive? Not... some illusion or...” Yasha turned on her heels, walking with even stride toward that dashed Warlock Gate. Yes, there were questions for the Dark Lord. Yes, there were words unspoken since Kaas City, and their terrible fall.
Questions outside of other ears.
Aedan Miles Cassiopeia Australis Taeli Raaf Darth Prazutis
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Posted 05 March 2019 - 02:23 PM
"If those are your only concerns, we are more than willing to make such a deal." Kahlil smiled patiently to Shien as Lark spoke to her. His companion certainly knew his way around his words. It seemed fitting he would as an assassin. Still. The witches were smart. They knew how outnumbered they were, and the importance of making friends before enemies. It was likely the only reason they haven't been killed.
"What say you."
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Posted 13 March 2019 - 06:02 PM
The groups separated while the Sith gave the Mandalore ample time to privately reunite with her resurrected mother.
The Shadow Hand accompanied the Emperor Darth Carnifex towards the Warlock Gate, the monolith returned to its normal glow after the magic that defied reality took control. But quite suddenly there was a twinge in the force, a pinprick of advanced warning and the patter of footsteps reaching the eight foot titan's enhanced senses. Prazutis quickly spun around to see a young child run headlong into Kaine, the sheer size difference it was like running into a wall sending the boy onto his butt.
It was comical by comparison with the boy and the eight foot two, six hundred sixty pound giants who stood before him. A boy with a young boy's frame and two titans whose entire bodies were geared for war like a pair of statues chiseled from granite. As Kaine picked the boy up he too flashed the boy a warming smile, as his eyes scanned the small form. There were things left unsaid, subtle clues in the boys form that spoke volumes to the Zambrano Lord. As the boys eyes passed from Kaine to his uncle and molten orbs ringed with black met brilliant emerald, on a strong chin and black haired face the smile turned into a brief, subtle rapt grin.
There were reasons beyond the material that caused the young boy not to be afraid of them, even with the Lord of Lies who held a shaved head and an aggressive black beard, a dominant sigil stood out on the skin of his forehead. Prazutis spoke softly it Epicant to the young boy "A sibimkoli' mopi i'ay volli' vuesk, ed hedr i'ay." He said as the controlled flash of a reaction showed to the trained eye that he knew more than he let on.
Enter the Mother.
Yasha came running over scooping up the child. The moments of tense silence from her arrival once more brought previous events he was well too aware of. Scars that the Dark Lord wore proudly, scars that were forgiven. Only the Infernal could afford such a luxury for the ancient Destroyer slaughtered many thousands, for far less sleights against his family. It was what it took to teach the galaxy a lesson for striking against the Zambranos, death on such a massive scale it wouldn't be forgotten for generations.
As they began to walk together he clasped his hands behind his back in a classic imperial pose, while the Infernal began to ask her questions about the events that unfolded. He nodded as her head turned towards the Shadow Hand "It is no illusion she is alive. There will be some...side effects for a living soul is not ripped from the grip of the Netherworld lightly. For a period there may be lack of sleep, souls experience the netherworld far differently as they are gradually consumed by the elemental chaos, the longer they are dead and the weaker the soul in force ability the harder it is to resist. There are other trivial side effects but those should go away shortly. I do not foresee it impacting her to any significant degree." He said in a lecturing tone, the voice of a master of death and a conqueror of the Netherworld. Through his own personal experiences and his experiences with Kaine's soul both when it was pulled into the realm and when he brought him back after his second death.
Edited by Darth Prazutis, 13 March 2019 - 06:03 PM.
Posted 13 March 2019 - 11:37 PM
She had watched through the negotiations, keeping her counsel to herself as the treaty was signed by the Emperor and the Shadow Hand... and then they had to go the extra mile. She kept quiet as Prazutis brought back Yasha's mother from the Netherworld, with only an ever so slight frown turning the corners of her mouth down. To bring back her soul and create a new body for her, only death could pay for life. That was one reason she had refrained from actually performing many things involving necromancy and the revival of souls. She might know how to perform such rituals, but it was her personal choice to avoid them. There was always a balance with these things, and these things... always demanded a steep price.
There was a high price for using such power recklessly, and she doubted it would be Prazutis that would pay the piper.
The mother was brusque, very abrasive. Blunt and didn't seem bothered with proper decorum or manners for that matter. She... honestly was not surprised. Closing her eyes, she stayed quiet and in her seat, focusing her thoughts towards other endeavors she could undertake on the world soon enough.
Posted 15 March 2019 - 12:02 PM
"Magnus." repeated the Sith Emperor, albeit a bit more breathily than the small child boasting before him.
The significance of the name would be lost on many at the assembly, perhaps to his own mother as well on a certain level. It was a name of prophecy, one spoken with reverence among the generations of Zambranos since those dark days of Solomon. But before the young Magnus could carry out his childish wishes, he was scooped up in the dotting arms of his birth mother; much to his chagrin in sight of the 'talking mountain'. It was amusing in a way, the fierce boundless energy constrained within such a small tiny form.
When Yasha mentioned his shaved head, his hand absently went to rub the now hairless scalp despite him being unable to feel any form of sensation across his weathered and scarred skin. "Far less to maintain, though many of my wives insisted on keeping the beard. I granted them that one request." Indeed, though more restrained than his previous wild man's facial hair, there was still a significant amount of beard covering his lower jaw to be distinct.
"And what my uncle again says is true, there will be hurdles to overcome but ultimately your mother will acclimate to her rebirth as I once did." He grew silent for a time, letting it grow as they walked closer to the accursed Warlock Gate. "I assume you have questions for me, Yasha, questions that are not to be put on record. Questions that may be for our ears only?" He raised an eyebrow towards Prazutis, a small inclination that perhaps it would set Yasha at ease if it was only her and Kaine for now.
Posted 15 March 2019 - 02:53 PM
Posted 20 March 2019 - 12:36 PM
The Emperor was placid as the young Magnus clambered up his arm and perched himself on his shoulders, for it was barely a burden for the Dark Lord to bear his weight. The child was adventurous, bold, and acted very much like his namesake. Carnifex could feel a natural kinship with the boy he held aloft, the same keen sense of oneness that he had felt with members of his own family from time to time. He could infer that the child would grow to do many great things, his legacy etched with his tremendous deeds.
"Your confusion is to be expected, Yasha Mantis, Mand'alor of the Mandalorian Clans." He reached up and cupped the small Magnus under his arms, lifting him up over his head and setting him down on the ground as they neared the infamous Warlock Gate. Even now, the Emperor could vividly remember the day he crossed over through this doorway, traversing the Netherworld of the Force by his own volition to seek our the tormented soul of Ra Vizsla; plucking it from its resting place so that it could eventually serve his own interests. It was a truth that only a scant few in the galaxy were aware of, one of them the woman that now stood before the Emperor.
"You are torn between the Light and the Dark. You fraternize with Jedi and try to experience what they have blinded themselves with, but that will only lead to ruin. You were born of the Dark, all of your children are born of the Dark. There is only one path that will grant you clarity and purpose." He held up a hand, indicating to his comrades that they should remain behind as he approached the Warlock Gate without hesitation. He only stopped when he was on the precipice of passing beyond its shimmering surface.
Turning back, his eyes connected with Yasha and he extended one hand out to her in an offering. "Come with me and we will discuss such matters at the genesis of both our reckonings."
Posted 20 March 2019 - 06:33 PM
Cassiopeia watched the scene unfold before her. It had all happened to quickly – the kids had escaped. Aditya was resurrected. The boys crawled over the Dark Lord and his brother, Darth Prazutis. She realized she was holding her breath a little too late – a large exhale. Manda, help. If there was one thing she had hoped, it was that the kids wouldn’t see them.
She watched Carnifex carefully as he handled the child before placing him down. The more the Sith knew, they more chance they could use them against Yasha. She bit her lip as she thought about the consequences of today, of what an innocent action might bring.
And… Was Darth Carnifex taking Yasha Cadera elsewhere? She had expected them to head somewhere, elsewhere. But… Not that direction. Not towards the warlock gate. And as Magnus was sat down, the two began to walk towards the gate. Sensing that the child may try to follow the group, Cassiopeia quickly came and snatched him up into her arms. “Hey, we’ll have an adventure on the ship, yeah? Let me just get to your mom, first.”
With that, she quickly ran. “Yasha! Darth Carnifex, where in the worlds are you going?” There was nothing else occurring in the room – nor did she really understand the concern of trying to stop the Dark Lord and Yasha’s meeting on the other side. Perhaps it was risky to make a run for Yasha especially right after the signing of the treaty. But in truth, Cassiopeia had one thing in mind - the concern of her best friend. If she made it, and wasn’t stopped, she would have grabbed Yasha’s arm and pulled back as much as she could while she held Magnus tight against her side. No, he wouldn’t even be able to wiggle how tight she had him.
“What are you doing,” she whispered to Yasha as she glared towards Carnifex.
Edited by Cassiopeia Australis, 20 March 2019 - 06:37 PM.
Posted 22 April 2019 - 01:12 PM
Everything was proceeding as he had foreseen.
The black hearted puppet master pulled the strings of the great and powerful and they danced, like the pied piper they reacted to the sound of the flute he played. A thick spider web of deception covered every interaction like a shroud that kept everyone off balance, it kept uncertainty high as true intent was lost in the darkness of his void tainted, molten orbs called eyes. Everything was so much more complicated from the future to what was happening in the now. As a true immortal, his presence had grown exponentially far beyond the trappings of a Sith Lord since the expeditions of Asation. A bond struck with an entity outside of reality caused a fundamental shift, he had become the entity. A madness, a potential even he still sought to understand. But everything was different from how he viewed reality, to how the Shadow Hand experienced time. Every word, every conscious thought unbarred by nature's evolutionary barrier reached his ears, rang out into his mind. As Darth Carnifex spoke giving an inclination to separate it was purely for the comfort of Yasha Cadera. In response he made no overt gesture, no nod or expression of outrage it was a simple meeting of the eyes, a signal only understood between brothers who spent day in day out together for over forty years.
The very ground around him was unsettling, disturbing beyond the trappings of the dark side, it was raw void energy of the realm beyond reality. As one stared for very long at him it was as if he was perpetually staring back at them, at all of them in every direction. It wasn't clear when he moved or how but quite suddenly in a glance he was gone, vanishing from sight like dust on the wind. Words spoken in hushed whispers seemed to carry, but one couldn't help but feel the deeply unsettling, eerie, vile feeling in the pits of their stomachs that they were being watched. It was as if the gathered group even those close to Cassiopeia Caranthyr felt like they stood dangerously close to the edge of a cliff, beyond which eldritch madness reigned. Words spoken like hushed whispers carried on the wind, distant smells and sounds of battle quietly carried around them only to vanish when they were focused on too much.
The world seemed to shift when Cassiopeia Caranthyr made her mad dash towards the Emperor.
Hate boiled on her mind her intentions unknown. The surging darkness and choking madness reacted it flooded towards the running woman. Quite suddenly her mind was filled with images, projections of the very same moment. A being projected many possible futures of the actions she carried out showing the landscape around her. There were so many futures too many to count virtually all of them ended in blood and death, agony and horror. The smell of hot plasma on the air as guards cut loose, riddling her form with bolts, a brutal application of dark side power, madness breaking her consciousness so many variations of violence and horror. It wasn't clear where he came from, but somewhere between the shutting of her eyes as she blinked, and their opening in that moment the Dark Titan seemingly appeared much to everyone's surprise blocking her from reaching them. He appeared to say nothing but his voice seemed to carry on the wind.
"Just one more step, one sudden motion, one quickened breath or a dark thought is all it could take. So many futures, so many possibilities but only one that doesn't see this story end. Make your choice child." Darth Prazutis said, his eyes bore holes through her form, he seemed to wear death like a shroud, the void thrummed from his body like a beating heart. It became painfully clear that Cassi wasn't going to be reaching the Emperor, she wasn't going to get the chance to yank her friend away from the Black-Iron Tyrant a distance behind him.
Posted 22 April 2019 - 03:55 PM
“I see, Maggi... Not everyone gets to climb a mountain, what do you say?” Kaine Zambrano would never harm her child. Not hers… others, so many children both young and old destroyed by his hand or whim, but hers? Surely not hers. Whatever magic continued to bring the Dark Lord and Mand’alor to terms expanded to her young.
“Thank you, Mountain.” Magnus’ arms reached around Carnifex’s neck and hugged the monstrous Sith Lord before Kaine lifted him off. “Awww, bye planet. I’ll see you when I’m taller. Buir, did you see?”
“You were the most brave boy in the galaxy. And the most grateful?” Amber eyes flashed from Carnifex to her son, lowering on her haunches to give the boy’s hair a gentle brush and forehead a kiss. He grinned up at his mother, hopping up on his tip toes to try and grow right this minute. Maybe if he tried really hard. It bought her time.
“Mantis… nobody has been brave enough to call me by my dar’buir’s name in years. Your boldness never ceases to amaze… not that it surprises me.” Straight to the core of her. The genetic beginning.
A plinth of rock which hummed of deep magics loomed before the Dark Lord and the Mand’alor. As silent as a gravestone of which rain and time battered the etching away.
One monumental hand.
The hand which, raised into a fist, destroyed solar systems. The hand which clenched, held the lightsaber that ended thousands of lives. The hand, which stroked sweat-damp hair out of Yasha’s face under Kaas City, when the icy cold, and the Ymir’s hallucinogenic poisonous blood coursed through her. The hand, which gripped and battled her. Not often did Yasha see a hand larger than her own. As she clenched and unclenched her fingers, watching how her fist bumped against her belly, the Mand’alor’s eyes closed.
Must she journey perpetually backward, to the place of her many beginnings? The desecrated landscapes and demonic froths that destroyed millions in their agonies?
“I just got Mother back…” A whisper on the muggy breeze. What would the Netherworld be like, without her mother a constant drone in her ears, pressing and moulding her, forcing her constantly to face nothing but the next in a litany of tasks ahead? Cassiopeia Caranthyr rushed them, Yasha’s best friend knowing more than any other what the Netherworld did to her friend.
How many midnight conversations did they have, sitting around Yasha’s table with endless mugs of stim-caf and soft conversation while their children slept in the same few rooms? No, Cassie was the best of her. The humane and warm side of the Infernal…
… and she sprinted to stop her from returning to the place of their many beginnings. Darth Prazutis’ eldricht horrors bathed the field around poor Cassie, a shadow eternal.
“I’m going home... just for a minute. Take Maggi and Girak-Kaine for me, Cass? We’ll be fine.” Yasha searched Darth Carnifex’s eyes. Her fingers folded around his.
Too late. Yasha turned to see the Warlock Gate close round with its’ fissure of emerald energy, as she took Kaine Zambrano’s hand, and disappeared in the Dark.
Magnus hopped into Cassiopeia Caranthyr’s arms, as the throbbing untameable horrors of Braxus Zambrano soaked the air. The boy stared wide-eyed into the elder dark.
“Ba’vodu Cassiopeia? The other mountain looks maaaaad...”
Posted 28 April 2019 - 11:23 AM
And thus they passed through the barrier.
Bands of light intermixed in an incandescent in a display of incomprehensible complexity, nearly blinding to look upon but incapable of looking away from. Spatial distortion warped them as the grasslands and crimson sky of Dathomir melted away, replaced by an endless wasteland of gravity distortion and near-constant Dark Side storms. It was a landscape that the Sith Emperor had known well, the Mand'alor even more, their combined experiences drawing them closer together than any other.
"You never really get used to it, the transition."
There he stood, the Dark Lord of the Sith, silhouetted against a backdrop of sensory insanity and lucid euphoria. His tall, powerful, and prideful figure cut quite the intimidating shape, himself utterly unconcerned with the ever-twisting nature of the Netherworld around him. "But I did not bring you here to admire the scenery, we have many things to discuss, don't we?"
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Posted 29 April 2019 - 12:10 AM
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Posted 06 May 2019 - 10:42 AM
He stood silent as she talked, regaling him with her experiences surviving in the tumultuous cacophony of the Netherworld with her mother. Carnifex suppressed a laugh, when he was busying himself with escaping the Netherworld after destroying his vengeful mother and father he had not given any thought as to whether or not his self-serving exploits were inspiring any of the lost souls around him. He had only been concerned with his own escape, his own salvation from what was assuredly the Hell of a thousand different religions.
Yet nothing happened by coincidence, not when the Force was involved. Naturally, the future was always in motion and destiny never set in stone, but certain things were always meant to happen regardless of how time ebbed and flowed around them. Anchoring rocks in the midst of a rushing rapid.
"This Alex would not be totally incorrect," he said after a time of silence, his dark voice rumbling in the gloom. "Your people are to be tools, just like my people are tools. A strong and just ruler knows that the people who serve your every will are just cogs in the machine, essential; yes, but replaceable if necessary. They are the pawns in which we play a galaxy-sized version of Chess with the rulers of every other nation, that is how it has always been and how it will always be. The difference is, whereas I would use my pawns to fight a war of destruction against the Republic and the Alliance whenever I could, I would use my pawns to strengthen and support those who stand on my side of the board."
"But for a time, your pawns stood off to the side of the board. Not truly against me but neither truly with me as well, and that made playing the great game all the more difficult. The shifting mob-think of your people ever tipping the scales between cooperation and annihilation. Even now there are those under your purview who will continue to antagonize and harry those under mine, going unpunished as they do because of your culture's proclivity for irresponsible individuality. Those who step out of line under my command do not enjoy such luxuries, I do not tolerate it."
He reached out, summoning a small stone to his hand which he turned end over end with the Force. "Yet, I believe that the coming conflict will free both of us of those who defy our authority. No longer will there be any room to not choose a side, the lines will be drawn and the galaxy will be pulled into a great conflagration. The wheel turns again, and I intend to remain on top." He let the stone drop to the ground, "You and I can no longer afford to stand in opposition, we will both be destroyed if that continues to occur."
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Posted 06 May 2019 - 02:39 PM
Aedan pushed himself up from his seat a small almost bored grin on his lips as he strode forward coming to a stop before the goliath that is Darth Prazutis his mismatched eyes gleaming as he looked up at the mans face. Finally his grin broadened into a smirk as he offered a mix of polite and mocking bow as he finally spoke showing a mix of respect but lack of fear. "Tell me one of whispers what do you have to say about me hmm? Many would claim I am a risk that should be dealt with. Others an asset that is untapped. I wonder what it is the hierarchy of The Sith Empire believe about me. So if you would please indulge the curiosities of a mere King of Pirates I would be most humbled by this." He grinned calmly and confidently as he stood before one of the most powerful beings in the galaxy in the past he had fought for and against them on multiple occasions but never once was it because of any actions against him or his people. No these were merely business deals in the past and he truly was curious he knew what many a government in the galaxy thought about him and just how many sought to see him either dead or behind bars.
Edited by Aedan Miles, 06 May 2019 - 02:41 PM.
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