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Chaos
Dec 15, 2019 13:28:45 GMT -8
Post by Jair Crawford on Dec 15, 2019 13:28:45 GMT -8
He heard his words echoing in his mind. He felt the coldness, the numbness, but he would not feel the grief. He would not allow himself to believe that she would never consider his words or that his coming here had no chance of making a difference. His stubbornness, nativity, and emotional resolve would not even allow that line of thinking to resonate. Not even subconsciously. Nevertheless, his words were now interrupted by her own; a strange language he could not understand. Then in the blink of an eye Chaos was no more.
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Dec 24, 2019 12:19:26 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2019 12:19:26 GMT -8
The moment that the light snapped out of this eternal darkness, all fizzled back to the way that it once was. Deafening silence returned, only disrupted by the occasional tortured screams of new souls or the deranged mumblings of old. However, there was still one last piece of this puzzle that the Spellweaver had yet to take care of. Another soul that lingered silently throughout the exchange. A soul like hers. One that could blend all too well into the essences of Chaos, and would do so when the time came for it. Her future, though, remained among the world of the living.
<< You should know better by now than to attempt such foolishly powerful rituals alone. >>
Her words of discipline rang with laughter in her tones, casting an eerie dissonance to the screams that resounded in the distance. With a snap of her fingers, she forced the elder Shadows to be revealed, the essence of her soul conglomerating into a black figure. Glowing red eyes diminished into those crimson eyes Aria was so familiar with, and soon, those stunning locks of the same hue formed. Black, formless mass turned to a porcelain white, something that appeared as fragile as glass, and with a final, pleased smile from the younger, the physical rendition of her sister came to be.
However, Mariah seemed less than pleased with the scolding, despite her sister’s lightheartedness.
<< Our first communion since you’ve passed, and those are your first words to me? >> Mariah shot back.
Aria’s laughter reached a crescendo. << Communion? More like suicide. I thought you butchered the ritual to return my memories, but this one takes the cake. >>
<< I got the Jedi here, didn’t I? Just like I managed to get your memories back. Give credit where credit is due. >>
<< Yes, you managed to make me relive all those years all over again, instead of just unlocking those dark magics of the awful Jedi woman, >> Aria smirked. << And congrats, you got the Jedi here, nearly at the cost of both of your lives. Now shut it. I have to hurry before you’re stuck here with us. We all know that your destiny has yet to come to fruition. And you now have a padawan to look after. >>
Before Mariah could say anything more, Aria revealed a multitude of blue, glowing strands that fluttered in her grasp like a thousand spider webs. Although there was a mischievous aura that surrounded the younger Shadows, she seemed a little displeased with the mass that she had managed to pry off of the Jedi. However it came to be, only the Force knew. All that mattered now, though, was that this nuisance of Force energy had been ripped from him. But now, it needed a new host. No sense in wasting it on some demon that lurked here, not when there was a far better option standing before her.
<< I suppose I should reward you for at least trying. >>
With a playful wink, Aria extended her hand towards the older Shadows. That Force essence took a moment before recognizing another viable host, someone already with a connection to the young woman who now called Chaos her home. As though having a life of their own, those strands eventually latched onto the soul of the crimson-haired woman, strengthening those strands that already existed. The effects would be interesting an interesting experiment for the Spellweaver. The removal of a bond to strengthen another was something found in their ancestor’s holocrons, but only the Force knew when the last time it had been achieved.
<< When you wake, >> Aria continued, approaching a silent, perplexed Mariah, << I have another task for you. >>
Aria reached out for her sister’s hand and placed an object within her palm. Without allowing Mariah to witness what exactly it was, the younger Shadows closed the other’s fist, golden eyes flashing a violent crimson, matching her sister’s stare with an interesting meld of both joy and sorrow. What that other task was, however, would be left for the elder to find out on her own.
<< O zi iv Chaosas, galez tave diable iv kutsija xauti j'us darval. Tu'iea amzi zinot armijio kia tapti'. Luai arush diena, kia niatezi tave Hadzuska, kia kaer tave atsvara. >>
Unlike the Jedi, Mariah understood those words as they danced along the essences of Chaos. The power of the word summoned those energies to do the Spellweavers bidding. As she had ushered the Jedi’s return, now she did the same for her sister. She had no time to protest, though, to seek understanding of her sister’s unspoken task.
The moment Aria’s first phrase was uttered, a ringing in her head overwhelmed Mariah, and the blackness was banished with a blinding, brilliant white light. Her soul was cast from Chaos, to find her body on the floor of her ship, at the center of the ritual circle. The Ancient Ones would be gone, and in the palm of her hand, a golden ring with an emerald, flanked with diamonds, etched with spells that would either help or hinder the Shadows Blade in the coming years.
With a hopeful sigh, Aria succumbed briefly to the sudden loneliness that washed over her like a tidal wave. There was a glimmer of hope, though, those strands that now awakened a stronger bond that the sisters had already shared. Finding solace in that now-constant reminder, Aria’s soul dissipated to find the lowest valley of Chaos, where the rest of her ancestors dwelled.
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Valefor
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Jun 6, 2020 9:39:56 GMT -8
Post by Valefor on Jun 6, 2020 9:39:56 GMT -8
The titanic form of Anima towered above the hell-scape of Chaos, as he strode across the plains. Legion upon legion of demons marched at his command, stretching as far as the eye could see. Their numbers seemed beyond count, for Anima had been growing his domain for centuries now. Those banished to Chaos were drawn to him and bound to his service, unless that cursed Shadows girl managed to intercept them. She had been a thorn in his side for years now. But she could not stop him. His plans were oh so close to completion.
Anima came to the massive mountainous throne and took his seat. His infernal gaze crossed his domain as Azaal and Ellaa approached their master. The pair had become Anima's most trusted generals in recent years as his endgame drew nearer and nearerMy lord...Azaal... Ellaa... What brings my trusted generals to me...Ill tidings my lord... It would seem that Bara'duun has been killed and his spirit is once more trapped... Our list of allies within the land of the living is growing steadily shorter my lord...She's right... Bara'duun was struck down by the last living Shadows girl and... The Weaver of Blades...The ground shook and a sound like a crack of thunder rung out as Anima slammed his fist against the arm of his throne. He had plans within plans. And while the loss of Bara'duun and his ilk was a minor inconvenience, the hands at which the sorcerer had fallen was another matter entirely. While one Shadows openly and violently opposed him within Chaos, another ran loose within the mortal realm undoing carefully laid plans. Worse yet was the fact that the Bladeweaver was apparently now working against himAnd you are sure of his killers?We are, without a doubt...Damn the both of them!My lord, we knew the risk we ran sending him there...Enough! I do not need reminding, least of all from you... You know what to do...As you command, we shall obey...With a low bow, Ellaa and Azaal took their leave and went off to do what they knew was to come next
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Dragus
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Post by Dragus on Oct 24, 2021 6:56:28 GMT -8
In the black depths of broiling chaotic energy, a lone figure began to take shape, traversing the dark plane for the first time in many years. Despite not actually being deceased, the being had an intrinsic connection to the realm of Chaos, born of a black soul formed through a life of great wickedness. Clawed feet replete with black scales stepped first onto a marble floor that materialised from the ether. Rising higher were a thick pair of legs, concealed from mid shin up by a tattered cloak of flensed human faces, tanned and stitched to form a sinister robe for the wearer. From sleeves in the arms two clawed appendages with five talons a piece came together in front of the malevolent entity and intertwined before it. A long serpentine tail rose from the being's backside, capped on the end with a rusted six inch spike with a serrated edge, glistening in an oily sheen of poison. Finger talons came up and pulled back the hood of human skin to reveal the saurian features of a barabel. An open maw filled with curved needle sharp incisors dripped thick ropes of hot saliva, exhaling a rancid cloud the odor of rotting meat as it steamed in the dark realm. Two slit nostrils sniffed the air, while a forked tongue occasionally slipped between rows of yellow razor blades to snag one of botflies that swarmed about the figure and his cloak of tormented souls. Two crimson orbs of blood looked around the figure's surroundings, assessing the swirling nexus of misery."Sssplendid. Thiz will do nicely." The reptilian known as Dragus rasped, before reaching into the folds of his robe and retrieving a long tube comprised of meltmassif in the shape of a flute. The saurian Sith began to play a tune, violent and grating, like running the edge of a nail on a slate surface. The single tune transformed into an impossible melody, filling the quickly forming hall with torturous shrieks, even as long tables of dark Pzobian oak materialized and a great archway of stained glass appeared on the far end of the room. Passing through the archway and into existence in the thought-formed room, was a troupe of twirling ewoks performing acrobatic feats for their master's perverse pleasure. There were ewoks juggling severed limbs, ewoks performing cartwheels and walking handstands, ewoks somersaulting through pools of filth staining the white marble of the ball-hall filling out. Dragus, known amongst the members of his Order as the Famine Lord, tapped a clawed toe to the beat of the tune.♪♫♪ ♪♪♪ ♫♫ ♪♪♪ ♪♫♪ Screaming souls banished to the realm of Chaos for a life of wilted promise or depleted moral character were dragged into the hall, given flesh form for this briefest of moments so that they might serve the purpose of the Hungering One. The buzzing of flies served as a chorus for the tune the Sith was playing, filling in the gaps between the agonized wales of despair. The Dragon of Pzob salivated at the sight, dripping putrid beads of filth from an open maw, sorely tempted to end his tune and start the feast in earnest. He relented, preferring to savor the sour mood those fearful shrieks of torment were having upon his flock. He could see the hungry gleam in their dark beady eyes, the way their lips quivered at the sight of fresh human meat.Talons ceased their tapping upon the meltmassif tube and tune ended in a puff of poison mist from the mouth of the flute. Dragus returned the musical instrument to his robe and pulled back the fold over his right hip, revealing a single bladed axe that hung from a belt of knotted entrails. It was an old weapon, more precious to the Great Devourer than any single member of his flock. He took the reek bound leather hilt in the palm of his right hand and closed his finger talons around it, pulling it from his side and holding it up for the mass of his furry family to see. Despite being caked in all manner of filth, the edge of the axe still managed to glint in the dim lighting of the wretched hall. Famine swung the terrible axe around until its ruinous edge was pointed in the direction of the victims being lined up by his merry troupe."Be well, weak-meat. The Feassst Day of the Eye drawz near and you all have the privilege to attend thiz event." His hissed with a reptilian rasp, spitting flecks of blood with every uttered syllable. "You all are blesssed to ssserve az the main courssse for a very ssspecial meal, of which I have the honour to prepare az the Eye'sss great hunger given physssical form. How very fortunate for you..."Cruel orbs looked down on the wailing choir of human despair spread out before him, as the flock of ewoks dragged reincarnated spirits onto the thick wooden tables, sometimes by the lengths of their hair and others by sensitive externally positioned organs. Dragus neared one of the tables where a piss sodden human female was spread across the Pzobian slab of oak, held firm to its surface by corroded iron shackles flaking bits of rust and old congealed blood. Bending over the terrified soul, the Hungering One ran a curved finger claw across the woman's cheek, slicing a shallow furrow in her skin with a scalpels precision. His forked tongue lapped at the crimson liquid, tasting the fear that permeated her very blood.
Happy Halloween!
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Jul 12, 2022 3:27:53 GMT -8
Post by Belisarius Vilebroth on Jul 12, 2022 3:27:53 GMT -8
His memory was a scrambled broken mess, each thought a shard of glass to be sifted through an endless sea of sand, available but difficult to discern amongst so many grains. He remembered he had been fighting. Fighting for his life and for his Order. Fighting even for another master after the last had scorned him so hard it left its mark upon his flesh forevermore, all for the promise of salvation. Mostly though, he had been fighting because he enjoyed it. Nothing like squeezing your enemies still-beating heart in your hand, till the meat and muscle ran like jelly.Upon death the being once known as Calgar Gurnison, now sinisterly regarded as the Scabbed Nomad, found his soul ripped from the living universe and dragged down into the darkest depths of chaos. Oblivion welcomed him with open arms. Twisted beyond logical possibility, he shrieked into the aether storm as he descended further and further down, finally striking a dusty plain of ash and bone. Though he had no breath to speak of, still he found the air driven from his lungs upon jarring impact with the hellish dimension of unreality. A pained groan set his lips to quiver, every waking breath was a new and delightful agony to experience. While he laid there for some time, staring up into the ashen sky that swirled in a never ending tempest of fire and brimstone, he eventually rolled over onto his stomach and attempted to rise. His hands sank into the gritty terrain and he pushed himself up to his knees.His hands? Raising his arms before his eyes, he examined his limbs that until so recently had been made of metal and circuitry, but were now once more of flesh and blood. Somehow in transcending one plane of existence for another, he had become whole again. He rubbed at his legs and felt across his body, noting an obvious lack of cybernetics. Yes, he was whole, but still not free. Where his flesh was exposed, it was the same leprous pox scarred mat of disease skin that it had been since the day of exile. He clenched his fists tightly, his blood boiling in his veins like acid, bile rising from his belly to sear his throat. Even in death, the curse still lingered. Perhaps something to do with the method of its creation. It was a manifestation of the darkside, after all.Rising to his feet, the Scabbed Nomad began to walk across the realm of darkness and decay, unsure of what he sought but unable to remain in place.
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Dragus
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May 7, 2023 6:56:39 GMT -8
Post by Dragus on May 7, 2023 6:56:39 GMT -8
Somewhere in the living realm, a cloned creature of black scale and crimson eye sat cross-legged in a small room poorly lit by low burning tallow candles of congealed human fat, releasing greasy wisps of smoke into the air that tickled his sensitve nostril slits. Clad in a cloak of black feathers, the unusual barabel recited a repetitive incantation in ancient Pzobian black speech, hissing each word of power as several cauldrons spread around the room reached a boiling point. Acrid fumes wafted from the scalding alchemical mixtures, weakening the dimensional barrier as the saurian Sith deepened his meditation, projecting the black hungering hole that served as his spirit to the winds of the fey. Scaled coils of his serpentine astral form slithered across space and time, passing through dreaming minds at first, then going even further. Separated as he was from his body, he felt the dark pull downwards, along with the stench of sulphur and brimstone. He found his psychic self drawn into the realm of chaos, swallowed up by the chaotic realm that resided beyond flesh once their mortal forms eventually expired.Dragus awoke on the bone studded shore of a great red sea. A foaming crimson brine rolled into the beach, made from dust and skull fragments rather than true sand. His toe talons felt the warm wash of iron rich blood sweep over his scaled feet as the tide came in, rising up to his mid shin. The overlong scaled appendage extending from his backside smacked the rolling crimson curtain with the face side of the serrated tail spike capping its end, splashing blood drops on his cloak of black rishii feathers. He looked up at the dark sky overhead, perpetually overcast with acidic clouds that rained down boiling drops of blood that hissed as they steamed on his scales. The multi-faceted gem set in his left eye socket glared through the yellowing bone of the rishii-skull cap he wore on the crown of his head, its beak curling over the end of his crocodile snout. His right eye, still its original blood red self, blinked congealing crimson drops from its layered lens as he lowered his gaze and turned around to regard what appeared to be an empty plain of ash and bone. In the distance he could see a volcanic mountain spewing flaming rock and steaming geysers of toxic gas into the sky.As he began to take a step forwards, several coils of grey smoke rose from the bone strewn ground, coalescing into a small bear shaped form. After a moment a hovering ewok made of shadows with glowing coals for eyes had materialized in front of the Blood Wyrm. The black scaled barabel's lips peeled back over the glistening forest of incisors that filled his powerful jaws, twisting at the corners into a sinners grin that stretched impossibly beyond the borders of his scaled visage."Ah, Sssmokey." Hissed the Dark Apothecary's astral form. "I waz hoping you'd be here. You haven't happened to have ssseen Mortale, have you?" He asked the smoking bear demon, lowering himself to a crouch so that he could look his familiar in its glowing ethereal eyes. He raised his right claw over his head, indicating height. "He'z about yay tall, lookz like a giant ssskeleton, with quite an unpleasssant persssonality to boot. No, haven't ssseen him?" He commented upon seeing the smoking apparition turn its semi-translucent head from side to side. He-Who-Hungers shrugged his feather shrouded shoulders and stood up, straightening his back with an audible sinuous pop. "No matter, he'z got to be around here sssomewhere."Truth be told he had no idea if his long lost brother Mortale, the Order of the Eye's avatar of Death and the greatest necromancer of the modern age, was to be found in this realm of death and despair. Of course he had no idea where else to look, so this seemed as likely a place as any.Maneuvering his long tail around his right side, the mad alchemist buried the sinister blade on its end into the blood soaked dirt, flicking up a discarded spear with a broken tip. The design was primitive and looked downright medieval, but so far as he was concerned it would suitably serve the drake lord as a walking stick. He held the broken spear in his right claw and began the slow march across the death planes. His ewok smoke demon floated next to him, trailing evaporating wisps behind it. As they traveled, Dragus' psychically conjured self reached into the folds of his robe until his finger talons scratched the furred surface of his personal grimoire, the Ewokinomicon. Crafted from the discarded corpse of his former flock mate, Lil'Kaan, the tome contained a comprehensive collection of the Dark Apothecary's vast knowledge of alchemy. In its pages resided some of his greatest secrets, from how to correctly birth a sea leviathan, to the proper way to distill concentrated essence of ewok. The sorcerous grimoire was attached to the deranged draconian's cloak by a slender Sith iron chain that was much stronger than it looked. As he took it in hand and opened it up, claw scratches written in blood on pages of human vellum were exposed, depicting the complex series of diagrams the Hungering One had been studying before entering meditation.Scraping his index talon across the surface of the page, the Great Devourer recorded his observations of the chaos realm, noting the lack of life. He supposed that was to be expected. Despite the fact that he was in astral form and not technically physically present, the rakatan implant that had replaced his left eye appeared to be functioning just as it did for his scale and blood body, providing the master of the alchemical arts an unparalleled view of the swirling Force currents the realm consisted of. He could see the seething red miasma of congealing souls that made up the sky, their individuality only visible when pearls of bleeding lightning lit the clouds and echoed in booming cracks of thunder, revealing phantom faces contorted in endless suffering. Eventually everything in the realm of chaos wasted away into the same eternal darkness it consisted of."Mortale!" Shouted Dragus, cupping his snout with his left claw to project his rasping reptilian voice further. "Where have you gotten off to you insssufferable bag of bonez? Hmmm? I have need of that desssiccated mind of yourz, oh brother dearessst!" His tail thumped the ground in impatience, pounding a yellowed skull to powder beneath its scaled length. "Mortale! You ugly good for nothing lazy sssack of a Sssith!"No matter the villainous velociraptors protestations and shouts, the skeletal spectre of death either did not hear or more likely simply refused to appear before the avatar of Famine. Dragus bit his lip in frustration, drawing a bead of dark blood that ran down his chin in a streaming rivulet, before dropping from the end of his snout to wet the ash at his feet."Fine, I'll figure it out on my own." He snorted and hacked a bloody wad of phlegm onto the ground. "As usssual." This time, as though the dimension plane had a sinister sentience all its own, the offensive offering of the drake lord's blood caused a reaction from the ground. Piles of bone spread out across the ash plane began to reassemble, forming sun bleached skeletons with crusted bits of dried gore still trapped between the slats of their ribs and caught in the joints of their limbs. Dozens of the cadaverous bone figures rattled together as their skeletons reconfigured into humanoid shapes. Blazing green motes of witch-fire burned in the sockets of their eyes, while their gap toothed jaws hung unhinged, facing the direction of Dragus and Smokey. Slowly their arms came up, extending towards the saurian Sith with boney nubs ground down to sharp claws, reaching towards him. Without hesitation the Blood Wyrm's tail swatted the nearest bone-man away, smashing his skeleton in a single blow that sent its shattered parts scattering across the plane. This only caused the others to increase their aggressive march towards him.Running a forked tongue over his lips, Dragus dropped his walking stick and tossed back the folds of his robe to reveal a belt of intertwined sinew and intestine coiled around his scaled waist, from which hung his trusted alchemical axe Bloodeater. Wrapping his right claw around the reek leather bound haft that sat over his hip, he plucked the single headed war-axe from his belt and gave it a warmup swing across his body, feeling comfort in the sorcerous weapon's heavy weight and lethal edge that seemed sharp enough to slice the air. Red runes written in Pzobian black script blazed in malefic fashion upon the face of the axe, projecting an eerie red haze that seemed well suited to this realm of death and darkness. Scenes of battle filled the twisted terrorsaur's savage mind as the war spirit in his trusted weapon filled Dragus with bloodlust. He snarled as he set into the small army of marching skeletons, shattering bone-men with every cleaving sweep and bone breaking strike. His tail joined in on the fun, its range even greater than that of his axe, while his left claw occasionally carved deep gouges in ancient bone with curved obsidian talons.The foul spells woven into the axe blade carved through the aether's veil, peeling back layers of the immaterium as he made short work of the swarm of skeletons strangely summoned. Staring down the last, a clunk sounded behind the walking cadaver as it fell over in front of him, revealing Smokey floating just behind the fallen skeleton with a skull in its shadowy formed paws that it had just used like a mallet. Winking his unaltered eye at the smoke demon, Dragus returned his axe to his belt and brushed himself off."Come, my incorporeal companion." Cooed the Hungering One as the multi-faceted gem in his left eye glowed with a brilliant amethyst light. "I have a feeling we're getting clossser."
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Jul 31, 2023 2:07:02 GMT -8
Post by An tSúil on Jul 31, 2023 2:07:02 GMT -8
A wolf materialized in the dizzying sphere that Chaos was. The animal effortlessly walked about, head low. Piercing red eyes shot from place to place wearily observing
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