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Darth Prazutis

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In Topic: Daesumnor

09 November 2019 - 10:54 AM

All done.

 

Alden Akaran

 


In Topic: Submission Modification Request

09 November 2019 - 10:18 AM

Submission Name: Daesumnor
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Move to Pre-Factory or Factory Archives?: Pre-Factory
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In Topic: Operation Morning Star [SJO vs. TSE]

07 November 2019 - 01:06 PM

Death.

 

The doors into the base shifted open to reveal what was the source of such a dark disturbance, the storm beneath the surface clouding everything in its shadow. It was a giant over eight feet in height a figure that was so large it looked like it should've been a statue instead of an actual man. A titan of war clad in a heavy set of armor so massive it should've been plating welded onto a starship than protecting a man into battle. An impossibly large blade was gripped in his hand that was easily over seven feet long. The figure glowed with power, surrounded by a storm of dark side energy and an ocean of fear that poured from him like a swirling vortex. Even though his face was covered by a great helm one couldn't help but feel the figures eyes burn holes through them. What did it feel like to stare into the eyes of death? What did it feel like to stand before the Shadow Hand of the Sith Emperor, Master of Death, Lord of Lies. In the silence of the winter landscape one could hear the whispers, distant screams and cries of victims slaughtered by the infamous Reaper of Worlds.

 

It was a fact that was utterly incomprehensible to most that individual people could be directly responsible for so much death, the true scope of it was enough to drive even the most astute philosophers, and historians mad. It was unclear how one born of this world could treat life with such an apathetic attitude, to burn down entire worlds, purge entire populations simply because they chose to stand rather than kneel when the Sith Empire loomed over their world. Whenever the Shadow Hand appeared death was certain to follow his presence was a blessing to some, a curse to others. As the winds howled through the door somewhat blocked by his great form the giant seemed to remain still although hidden, his gaze was locked on the pair that stood before him.

 

Asaraa Vaashe.

 

Darkness descended. To the pink haired Jedi it felt like a great shadow eclipsed the lights presence, shrouding the landscape in void. ̳̫̤"À̧̟̜̻t̸̛̼̣̞͚̬̻͇͓͘ ̶̡͙̻̩͎̭͍̲̮̰́l̖̬̳̩̥͇̣͢ͅọ͉͙̤̥͕̕n̶̢̘͎̻͢g͉̩͉̯̦̺̖̖ ͎͍̜̞̺̥͝l̫a̸͇̥̮͖̦̥̲͘s̛̱͔̬̤͇͕̪͍͈͠t̵̢̲̹̪͉̩̣̙͔͘ ̴̡̦̞ͅy̛̝͙̬̠̥̗̰̖o̶̧͎̞u̠̻͠ ̡͚̩̩͞h̸̗̩͍̩̼̼̝á̩̗͚̗̖v̢̘̖̟̗͓͇͘͟ẹ̺̲̗͍̹̪͜ ̶̵̻̰̩̙͎a̜͚̘̪̬̖͡r̛̗̗͓̫̱͟r̛̰̣̥̞͢į̲̝̤͚͍̞͙͍̖̕v̩̯͉̰ḛ̡̮͝d̲̥̕.̷̯.̗̝̺̯̟͢ͅ.̴̘̻̹͙̪̻̫ͅ ͕̙̠̬͍͖͢͡" The Lord of Lies spoke. The figures voice came out in an otherwordly, hypnotic lull. It was both intoxicating and disturbing, tugging at the strings of sanity that protected the walls of the mind. "̷̻̬͔̕Y̶̭͓̞̹̲̞̭͜o̧͏̫̹u̠̳̲r͚̖̱̫͓͍̗̟ ͉͍̮͖͠e̷̗͢y̞̦͎̱e͎̮͖̝̺͜ṣ͙͢ ͏̢̼̺̠̫̜͉̤͟r̵̯͔̣e̤͖̭͎̜͍m̧̹͕̫͚̗͎͟à̢͍̼̫̰̤̻̟į̫͎͖̩͓͉̠n̸̺̻͚̣̯ ̵̛͍̩͈̮̗͟c̰͇͚̥͇̭͈l̷̹̥̭̠͘͜o̪̖ș̛̠ȩ͙̰̥̣͚̗̞̘̀͘d̵̴̞̫͠ ̣͇̘͓̰͎ț͚̯̝̲̯̰̻o̪̱͍̺̠͉͔̳̙ ̠͉t̷͏̻̮͚̞h̟͕͈̲͟e͉̞͝͡ ̩̟̰͓͟t̡͏̲͍̫ͅr̲u̴̹͖̞̟̗̤̬̠̖e̷̵͓͇ ͈͕͕̮̱̠͡͠p̙͡a̶̼̳̠͓͘t̴̩̲̭̦̯͠h̵͏͎͎̯ ̶̡̨͈͙̞̬̰̰̯c͚̤̗͔h̻̼͖̗̯́i̧̗̙̥͙̟͝ͅl̡̲̞̮̕d͔̣̮̩͠.̛̩̯̜̗͍̫̬ ̞͚͇̜̻̺̣̰͘Y̜̰̻͖o̜̙͙̪͔̩͔̲̜͠ù̶̙̱̩̕ ̡͓̞̹͔͘f҉̷͖̟è̺̙̫͙e̢̹̜̯̬͓̺̮͈͢͢ḻ͖̞̤̹͍̬͈ ҉̸͇̻͚̼i̸̧̭̮̬͔t̫̬̹̱͎͍͠͡ ̷͓͎̗͈͎̕͞ͅe̸͍͉̳̖̞͓͟v̷̳̮͔͘͝e̯̦̮̘̤͡͝n̞͔̜͕͎͕͠ ̛̪̯̼͚̻͖͡ņ̴̠̩̖̤͉͇̦͓o̷̡̗̫̻͠w̠̫̩̞.̷̕͏͔͔.̶͔͉͙̞̬.͍̙͉̻̳͍͔͙̺͘o͙̲̺̙͘͜b͓̮͎̭̻̖͙͟͡l҉̞̗̝̯͚i̺v̴̡̡̠͍̤̘̞̻i͚̥̥̖̝͈͢o͏̡̘̟̪̲͎͓̼n̴͇͍̫ ̨̻̟̪̲̜̲̙ͅć̸̨̠̜͚a̷͉̲̳̘̰l̥͔͍̣̖̜͠ͅͅl̛̝͎̤̗̳̲̘͚̀s̵̳̮̪̲ ̶̢͈̭̺̘͟o̷̢̪̟͘u̯̘͎͖͙̦t̸̶͔̪̭̲̘̫͓̥̟͜ ̜t̡͔̳͎͕͓̕͝o̶̡͔͎͇͎̞̕ͅ ̵̴̖̩̲̹̱y͉̺̰̪̺o͝҉̱͖ͅù͜҉̜̭̜̜̬̖ ̖͖̹̟̳͡a̵̡̧̰n͓̠͚ḍ͈ ̢̙͚̫̣̳̻͉̥͘y̠̩͍̤ǫ͕̪̙̹͕̱͔̫̙̕ú̗̫̭̮ ̸͖̜͍̱͉̟̻r̢͖͍̲̪e̹̭̫̯͚̪͘ş̨̖͉̰̳͟i̵̸͉̪̘̰̰̗̪̗̱ș̵̶̛̳̻̺̞̞͉̙t͇̯̠̝͍̗̬͔͢ ̨͎̙̹̦̗͓̪ͅi̡̺͕͔̥̯͡ͅt̷͔̟͘s̨̖͙͢ ̨̹̪͚̮ẹ̷̙̙̫̝̤̞m̶̛͉̮̙̳̹̭̲͙b̮̥͝r̦̲͉̙͎͈̪̞̹a̴̺̯̗̗c̭̬̪̖̼̪͓ͅè͎͠.̸̺͖̦̲̗̜́ ̶̵̸͔" The Sith Lord said as the world seemed to swirl around her. The Mountain suddenly shifted from in front of her to next to her, and the mountainous base in front was the vastness of a city of such size, it continued beyond what the eyes could see. There was billions of souls, a world filled with life boomed all around them. The skies suddenly darkened as the amount of ships above there was so many, it was impossible to count. "Ỳ͕͉͘ơ̡̠̱͚̰̞̮͡u̶̴͖̞̼̺̬̞ŕ̻̦̟̫ ̛̥̖̺q̢͉̼̱̖͍͇̀͟ù͓͙̰ẹ̗͎͖̣̜̩̺͞s̷̡͔̯̮̯̬̯t͏͕͓͓̜̫̦͙̹͟ ̛̖͇͜f̶͍̩͔̫̭̬̺̜͢ͅo̷̯͖̪͉̩͢ŕ͝҉͎̣̤͇̳̮ ̖̞̻̳̱̕ͅj̸̢̹̲͈̰̰̼͈̼u͖̻͎̻͖̻͕̕͢͜s̸̨̬͚̲͠t̬͖͉͚̲̠i̡̮̖͎̯͉͜c̤̗e̡̙̘̰̭̼̫̱̙ ̘̮̼̺̭w̡̻͕̪̹̥̻͇͈i̠̬̻l͖̦͕l͝҉̳͔͎̗͖͕͉͚̟ ̧͍̘̕b͚͉̠̜̲̳̙͜͟ͅḙ̻̤̲͘ͅ ̬̤͇͟y̶̴̛̤̘͇̱͙̝̘o̶͈͈̣̗̬̖̞͙u̷͚͉̭̘̫͇r̴̷͏̣͔ ̸̧̹̪̰̤͖͇͘u͜͏͍̥̙̹͉̯n͈̗̱d͡͞͏̖̭̣͇͙̗ó͢҉̮̟̦͚̰̣̙̯i͙̜͝n͏̳̫̝̱̕g̴̦͍̦͖̱͇.͈̳͕̜ ̡̝̪͕̖̫̝̱́Ỵ̞̟̤̖̩͇̖͝o̧̡͇̺͢u̗͎̰͢͞ ̭̗̠k̴̪̖͔̥n҉̛̝̭o̠͇͙̻̼w̱͙̹̯̝ͅ ̛͓̼͕̘̝̦̙̖͢͝ț̷̺͈̮h̴͎̺̹̝̟͖͡i̢̗̘͍̼͔͚ͅs҉̨͇̺ ̵̴̶̠̞̩̰̣͔̣̹t҉͓̜̮̞̦͜ǫ̭͖̙̙̟ ̼̖̼̩̥̜̬́͘b̺ͅe̛͖̻͜ ̛̛̻̲̗t̥̘̹̲r͚̖̼̙̪͙͜u͏̻̲̲͚e̵̪̜̱̗͕̺̥ ̖͢ç̲͠ͅh̡̫̼͞į̸̻͇̖͙͕̰̮͎͘l̹̦̬͕͔͢d̙̫͞͞.̛̣ ͚̣͔͢͟Ŗ̧͙e̵̮̹͙͉s̞̲̣i̪͕̫͢͝s̴͓͙̬̜̲̺̀͢t̨̛͉̮̪̥͎͓͔̤ạ̪n̸̹̮̕ć̸̣̗e̢͔ ̶͜͏̺̗̫͔͉i̧̥̗̞̤s̛̳͈͈͈͚̗̙ ͏̼͔̰f̷̲̙̬̗̕u̢͞͏͔t͚̰̤̫̩͢͝i̴̼̺̟̻̱͞l̷̛͏̜̰͖͔̬̹̜e̷̬͚̯͈͚͇.͚̞̤͕͇̩ ͇̻̝̼͔̱̥͇͟L͔e͏̛̙̬̮͈̤ṭ̢͕̰͓̬ ̢̟̫t͉̹̰̥̠͎̟h͔̥̰̺͚ͅȩ̠̬͈ͅ ̡̲͓͇͔͢ͅv̧҉̣̯̬̺͎͓̥͙͘o̙̙̙̠̣͓͈̥i͇͚͇̤͚͟d̸̜͇̤ ̨̙͚̣w̻̱͖̭͍͠a̢̬̳s̨̛͉̟̩̩͙̀h̡͏̪͔͍̺͈͚͝ͅ ̳̥̼͖̗͓ͅo͏҉̪̝̹͚͕̭͇v̷̖̬͉̱͎̬̦͖e̷̲̼̱̳̼̪͢r̸̨̲̩͉͎͚͟ͅ ͏͕̬̭̺y̙̦͜͝ọ̴̮̮͈̖̝̼̮̕͝u͎͓͕̬̹̯̣̩͜.̵̘̪̜̜͟" The figure said.

 

Fire. In mere moments the vast fleet surrounding the world opened fire with every weapon in their arsenal. The sheer amount of firepower was so great it quite literally lit the sky on fire. The earth rumbled and shook and under the relentless assault billions died and the sheer disturbance of such annihilation flooded over the beacon of light, their final moments washed over them like a flood. In the real world the Sith Lord finally started moving right as the vision began to fade he moved with all the inevitability of a force of nature. The amount of energy gathered before him was so large it tore several inches of the ground and whipped the snow up just from his passing, the earth caved in small craters wherever his boot stomped. The Shadow Hand stretched out an open hand and there was an explosion, a rolling destructive wave of dark side energy surged towards them as he charged.

 

Yuroic Xeraic 


In Topic: The First Thyrsian Crusade [OOC Thread.]

05 November 2019 - 08:06 AM

Khonsu Amon

 

Bring them death.


In Topic: November's Member of the Month - Scherezade deWinter

03 November 2019 - 11:57 AM

Scherezade deWinter

 

Congrats!!!!