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Post by 𝓟𝓪𝓷𝓭æ𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓾𝓶 on Dec 6, 2023 15:34:49 GMT -8
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Deep within a hallucinatory state, Pandæmonium remained, forsaken by her mind, locked in a vice grip of magics that toyed and tortured her for literal days. This was her punishment for the death of her friend -- no, for the demise of the apprentice and heir of the High Elder.
The events since Karnac took the stage played out, but her mind twisted each moment of gruesome reality into something far more terrible to her. She watched the High Elder fall, his blood splattering her skin and staining her ghostly complexion in scarlet. In her nightmare, it wasn't the High Elder standing before her. A figure of blue hair and rosy amber skin smiled at her as though danger wasn't lurking mere yards away. The smile torn from his face, Tartarus was ripped apart, limb from limb.
Lady Rhu'een's body hit the ground, and a hellish wyrm-like demon burst from the robed corpse to feast upon it. Bloodied, Hyperion turned to face Pandæmonium and cried out ravenously, demanding more death -- her death. Yet even staring down the face of this void-sent predator, she felt no fear, anger, or adrenaline -- only nothingness. Emotions had been wholly sucked dry from her, leaving a shell of a living being. The act of feeling, of emotion, exhausted the echani into absolute weariness until she was nothing more than a shell of a living being. If this wyrm truly wanted her, it would have her. Yet before she could see the end of that nightmare, her dreamscape shifted again.
Her vision warped again as her comrades -- Kalishir, Sirrok, and Nerra -- wavered like mirages and shifted into the single figure of her brother. Sparks of Sith magic turn into blaster fire. She could almost hear her name cried out in absolute horror and desperate pleading, and then silence as their bodies hit the floor, leaving her to assume they were lifeless, her brother dead. She still couldn't move her body to react, but even if she could, why bother? She was too late. Death was absolute.
Without warning, a shockwave suddenly burst through her nightmares, momentarily stunning her apathy. Two powerful spells met, tearing each other's magics at their seams for victory yet only finding a stalemate. But for the briefest moments, Pandæmonium could feel something outside her mind's cage. Her eyes fluttered, her hand twitched, her body swayed -- small motions easily missed in the heat of battle.
The veil of these magics that plagued her would not lift willingly, but they would soon be shredded into oblivion.
They lived. They all lived. But how? Rage should have coursed through Xanatik's body when the spell dissolved, leaving Karnac, his team, and the guards all standing. Instead, Xanatik's crazed smile only split his features with more prominence, as if he finally met someone worthy of his most dangerous spells. His korunnai guard noticed the look on his liege's face, and his jaw locked. Dark eyes stayed upon Karnac as if waiting for his next move. His other guards were down, finally leaving an opening to strike. But his enemy was too close to his allies. Karnac may have protected them this time, but it was a fluke to save his skin.
As if knowing that his guard was itching to get his fill of battle, Xanatik snarled, "Stay," as if commanding a mere house pet.Karnac was growing wearier with every attack they threw at him while they were just getting started. He couldn't possibly keep this up for much longer. Xanatik wouldn't dare let his guard offer up an opening to this animal, not when they were so close to putting it down. As if to prove the point of his concern, Karnac still moved. A warrior to his very last breath, it seemed.
Karnac's petty attempt at Force Lightning still stirred the Elder into action. He ceased chanting, freeing Karnac from his chains; they served no purpose now that this zabrak intruder deflected Lord Xanatik's spell. They would need to get creative. Yet no commands were directed from the new High Elder. Raising his hand towards the bluish-purple sparks that screamed towards him, the robed figure cleanly absorbed the lightning into the palm of his hand. The purple sparks flickered out but were replaced by a menacing black and green hue that flickered to life, swallowing his vision in electrifying emerald strands. Just as the Elder ushered his power to release a jolt of his lightning back, he caught the flash of red and black, illuminated by the light of his crimson lightsaber. The Elder bellowed out a final war cry, but Karnac's saber struck true, two halves of the Elder igniting and sparking with a magical green glow as they hit the floor.
Only one Elder besides Xanatik remained, and he kept his attention squared on Karnac's team. If the zabrak was so infallible to destroy the hierarchy of Abyssos, he would have to leave this planet alone if he could leave it alive. The Elder's twisted chants, inflicting his team with diseases of the mind and soul, became more potent, like a toxin ever-spreading through their minds and bodies. A spell wove deep into their minds, opening their minds to be more susceptible to outside influences. If his spell worked as intended, they were already hungry for direction, a command that would end the suffering.There is only one way out, only one truth to end your suffering. His voice would echo into their minds with a hypnotic lull. Take your sabers and-His voice was cut out quickly by Karnac's quick movements, snapping his head from his spine. His body crumbled to the floor, and his last living moments were spent watching his prey, still waiting for the end of his command -- to take their sabers and plunge them into the other, to end their suffering forever and rest for all of eternity. He didn't even feel the heel stomped into his skull, squashing his brain like a large melon.
<<I know you all are still recovering. But I need you now. Go out into the crowd and slay all who stand before you. However, spare those that surrender. Any who try and use that to stab you in the back, make them suffer for it. Now go.>>
Like Lady Rhu'een's spell that remained, slowly fading after her death, the Elder's spell still lingered within their minds. Its effects would take moments to dissolve within their senses, leaving them all susceptible to whatever order was issued next. Like a hard reboot, their minds would take to it as if their very lives depended on honoring that command, as if those words were water to their souls, replenishing them and breathing life back into them. It took a few heavy steps and many more pants of air, but quickly after, they would feel a lightness in their movements, an energy in their attacks, and a newfound pleasure in fulfilling their comrade's command.
As the group poured into the audience, several skittish sorcerers ceased their incantations and slowly backed away from the battle-trained invaders. A handful fled for their lives at the sight of the fourth Elder falling, leaving only one other now standing. Those who remained cursed the cowards under their breath but took to the offensive against those who approached. While these sorcerers were not warriors, they were far from defenseless and cast a mixture of powerful, elemental spells and Force abilities that attempted to keep their foes at bay. Even with the weaklings who ran, they outnumbered Karnac's team four to one. They would need to pray for a miracle to escape.
However, the courage and confidence within the audience of sorcerers were not shared by Lord Xanatik. As the last Elder alive, Lord Xanatik had full intentions of surviving this onslaught, no matter the cost. His eyes burned with hatred towards Karnac as he watched his every move. All of the guards were alive, every last one of the wretched guards. It was an observation that Jaxon had also made that Karnac seemed to leave the guards alive and solely target the sorcerers. Why did he discriminate against his foes? Were these warriors not trained to kill every last enemy who stood against them?! Lord Xanatik roared in frustration. They all would burn.
Chanting quietly under his breath, the energies around Lord Xanatik began to change like a storm brewing all around him. At first, it was a subtle shift that increasingly and rapidly became more concerning with every syllable of Sith magic parted from his lips -- the most deadly spell in his arsenal labeled as a forbidden art by the High Elder many years ago. His guard had been given his command, and he stood still, ever at the ready to take on his intruder. Jaxon hoped his observation about this individual was factual and that Karnac would leave his three comrades alone to face him head-on to reach his liege.
With a burning yellow saber ignited, Jaxon stood at the ready. |
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Post by Karnac on Dec 7, 2023 21:58:37 GMT -8
Little did any realize what would happen, that what was meant to be their end, proved to end up their salvation. The lingering spell gave a new weight to Karnac's orders, giving his team focus and new strength as they moved from their spots, no longer disoriented by the pain or waking dream. They had a single goal, a single order: bring down all those who refused to submit. In the end, it would never had been known the full capability of the spell and the effect it had. Would his team had resisted the command to take their lives? Or with some resilient, yet futile resistance, would they have fought back against the order? With each moment, the spell had grown stronger, so the likelihood of survival was less than a percent, whether they were resistant or submissive. It was Karnac's speed and immediate orders that breathed new life into them. One could say it was nothing more than the will of the Force that such came to pass.
Moving swiftly and with purpose did each member move. Jonas was already firing with his blaster, seeking to, at the very least, injure a few to allow him to get closer, a orange blade in his free hand. Lyne, despite being the expert marksman of the group, took to her chakrams, the Force guiding their movements as they tore into the crowd. Lassix went for the direct approach, using the Force to amplify her speed, allowing her to dodge the spells thrown at her or deflect them with her saber as she closed the distance in rapid movements. They might have been outnumbered, but it wasn't something that was new to them. They weren't at Karnac's level of skill, nor did they have the direct training of his master. But the Zabrak had ensured that his crew received similar training. In this case, learning to fight outnumbered against skilled opponents. Even more, they learned how to work together to increase what they could do. And after the swamps infested with ranats or the orchid infested zombies that came at them in droves, these odds were a bit more manageable.
Karnac watched as his team moved into the crowd, wasting not a second more to bring this chaos to an end. He hated that so many lives would be wasted. They could have achieved so much more had they made the choice to join. But many would not be given that chance. He did not know what had transpired, but if his suspicion was correct, at least some would live and be given a second chance to become part of the Sith Eternal. Turning his attention from his crew, he looked towards the trio that remained. The remaining elder that seemed to be chanting under his breath, the pale woman, unmoving despite that fight that transpired, and finally the dark-hue man that stood between him and the final obstacle. Unlike all the others, this final guard would not fall to intimidation from Karnac's size for the Korunnai stood just a touch taller than the Zabrak and was of a similar build. The crossguard held tightly in his hands, he began making his way towards Jaxon, his pace a casual walk.
Despite the lack of skill in the other three guards, he didn't expect the same to come the wall in front of him. Could he have been as weak? Yes, but there was never guarantees, and time was short for Karnac couldn't afford to allow the elder to get off another spell. The last had drained him of the Force and used up a fair bit physical strength alongside everything else. He couldn't get caught up in a fight with Jaxon, but he hoped he could refrain from needing to kill him just to get by. He would have to focus his remaining strength and gather his resilience and find the proper moment to slip by.
A few steps more of his walk eventually turned into a dead sprint as he brought up his saber to his side, eyes and senses open for an attack and ready to strike the elder down. |
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Post by 𝓟𝓪𝓷𝓭æ𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓾𝓶 on Dec 10, 2023 21:14:04 GMT -8
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This group of three individuals should have felt drained by their attacks. If not from their spells, then from Lord Diz'mal's infliction-style spellcraft. The Sorcerers failed to realize that the brittle attempt on their lives moments earlier had gone awry and instead pumped them with newfound, albeit fleeting, strength.
No matter.
Blaster fire was something the Sorcerers were all too familiar with; blasters were a typical weapon among outsiders. Many of the remaining scholars were quick and easy on their feet, figuratively speaking, and countered Jonas' blaster fire with an advanced version of energy absorption. The energy bolts would appear to shatter against glass before they could strike their targets. As long as he could not carve himself an opening, they could keep Jonas at bay relatively efficiently.
The next opponent they could handle with comparable ease was the girl, Lassix, who came at them with a swift and confident approach. As she seemed prepared for them, they were also prepared for her. They had seen her tactics before and prepared for moments such as this. While they remained a secret sect of scholars, the Sorcerers had their fair share of battles to keep their peaceful way of life.
Sorcerers cast various spells and abilities within the Force: Force Push to throw her back and Force Pull to use her momentum against her and send her flying past her targets. While some held Lassix back away from her targets, other scholars cast blasts of dark-side energy, streams of lightning, and other powerful spells to weaken and wear her down for a more precise, deadly onslaught.
However, among the three, one carried a weapon none of the scholars had ever seen in their mostly secluded life within the Haruun Kal jungles. Lyne's chakrams and her style wielding them -- the Sorcerers needed a moment to interpret the best counter for her. In that second to decipher her, though, she had done more damage than the other two combined. Her chakram came flying, impaling one in the skull, another in the shoulder, and another in the side. One was an immediate death; the other would soon bleed out if not tended to.
Another curious mind kept her composure as she wove a spell around Lyne's chakrams, attempting to break them from her control. Lacing the Force around the weapons, this Sorcerer endeavored to send them flying toward Lyne's companions much in the same way Lyne had utilized them against Abyssos -- except this scholar had never wielded weapons like this before. Her idea could very well be rendered obsolete by her lack of skill, but when lives were on the line, any experiment with a conceivably fruitful conclusion was worth attempting.
Karnac's curiosity about the korunnai male was quickly answered. The zabrak rushed forward for his liege, just as Jaxon had hoped and anticipated. Karnac would leave his brothers alone and alive for now. Moving swiftly, Jaxon outstretched his hand towards his opponent. He wasn't about to test who was the faster one between the two, so instead, Jaxon sent a surge in the Force towards the zabrak, yanking him back and away from Xanatik and hopefully catching him off-balance for a split second. With his other hand, wielding the burning yellow saber, Jaxon struck down hard and true to hack down on Karnac's shoulder and arcing inward for a killing blow if he was lucky.
This zabrak seemed to have all the answers, though. Jaxon put that much together while watching him take out four of their five Elders. It wouldn't be that easy to take out this foe.
Jaxon slipped himself around Karnac to keep himself positioned between Karnac and Xanatik. Fierce black eyes stared into the zabrak, an unspoken warning that this fight wouldn't be as easy to win as Jaxon pushed an offensive first. Striking precisely towards Karnac's left thigh and arcing upwards, Jaxon expected a block or parry and pressed on with another several blows towards Karnac's right shoulder and, again, an overhead attack.
Six, two, one -- zones.
Shii-Cho. Any skilled combatant would recognize the form almost immediately. To some, it was a primitive form, but Jaxon brought his size and strength, paired with the precision of his blade work. Jaxon was formally trained in some capacity and was prepared to keep Karnac at bay for however long it would take.
"Diâ qormuo ra qitin wisa tuti ridasi sianakt"
Jaxon didn't need to hear the words that came before or after to recognize the spell his Lord spewed. Although the korunnai's gaze remained locked on Karnac, his expression changed. Jaxon's nostrils flared, and his grip on his lightsaber got noticeably tighter. Something was wrong. Time would soon be up unless he moved faster. Won faster. Killed faster. He needed help, and his gaze betrayed as much as he glanced over toward the statuesque figure of white, silver, and black.
Jaxon pushed for an offensive again, but this time, he boomed out over the chaos, a deep-bass bellow resounding over the thrum of spells and sabers:
"Ritie'q, m'ou nokeko!"
'Awaken, my lady!' bellowed in her native tongue. Jaxon could only hope it would be enough, for all their sakes. |
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Post by Karnac on Dec 12, 2023 9:02:26 GMT -8
And so it was that neither side held a true advantage, each prepped in some way for the conflict to come. It didn't take loing for Jonas to notice his hits were not making contact, despite them being dead on. He might not have been the marksman that Lyne was, but he was still fairly good. He allowed his eyes to take in how they seemed to hit glass, the action hiding what was truly happening, being a specialized variation of Tutaminis. Still, he knew that if his blaster bolts couldn't make it through, chances were that his lightsaber wouldn't either. That made things troublesome. He needed to find a way get score a hit. Doing so, however, meant holding back his attack for a moment to focus on his Shatterpoint. It was still a new skill, but no that he realized he had a talent for it, activating it was easier, though it still took some time and focus. He could only hope to find an fracture he could exploit.
Lassix certainly faired worse than the trio as he predictable approaches made it easy to fight back against. If anything, she was the most Sith out of the group, ready to dash head long in, hell be damed the pain and frustrations getting there. She'd just use it to fuel her and keep her going. She was hit with some of the attacks while her speed allowed her to dodge others. She pressed her heels into the ground as a Force Pull attempted to bring her closer and off balance, forcing her to hold herself tightly before dodging to the side to get hit in her right shoulder by a Force Push as she tried to jump out of the way. It caused her body to spin into the air in place, though she landed on her feet without any real loss of balance. Yet, her focus was skewed just enough though to barely miss the Force Blast, the impact sending her back some few feet, putting her on her back. She grunted in pain as she rolled back and stood to her feet, a barrage of lightning hitting her and consuming her body. Pain surged through her as he eyes seemed to glow. Slowly, she forced her hand with the lightsaber up forcing the electricity to be redirected. Heavy breaths passed through her lips as her body smoked a bit. She glared at her enemies was she began pushing back, unleashing a few Force Pushes and a Force Lightning with her free hand as her lightsaber worked to keep the lightning fired at her at bay. But it would hold long under such ferocity. she had to cull the field quickly.
As any might guess mastering chakrams was beyond an easy feat. Even more if one truly considered the multitude of ways such weapons could be wielded. To use them as she did required an established base of knowledge and understanding. And she was successful in her attacks, killing one and injuring another two. She would make quick work of them. Yet, she did not anticipate another Sorcerer weaving her spell. As she sent her weapons flying to finish off the injured pair, her discs were redirected, verging from their original path and towards her comrades. But Lyne's grip on her weapons wasn't easy to break. The moment she felt another force attempt to rest them free from her power, she locked them in place, making them of no use to either of them. To grab them quickly and redirect control, even for a moment required precision focus and solid power. She respected that. But throwing her weapons as she was wasn't the only way she used them. A slight bend of the knees and she launched herself forward, hurdling towards the chakram on her left first, taking it in her hand and forcing it from the repelling force before jumping over to the second and doing the same. In quick succession, she rushed the injured pair, spinning and driving the bladed points into her enemy, one in the head and the other in the chest. Removing them quickly, she spun both on her pointer finger as they were lifted above her head and thrown with heavy force, the blades spinning quickly towards the one who tried to take her weapons, the chakrams now like buzz saws.
They were fueled up now due to the fading spell, but already was the adrenaline caused by it fading. A minute left was the max before their bodies would start crashing as it realized the true state they were in
Figuring out how he'd get passed Jaxon, Karnac dropped to his knees in a slide under the Korunnai's right arm. A smooth move, to be sure, but his enemy was ready as before he could stand to his feet he felt the Force tug on him and pull him back. The sudden shift did force Karnac on his back. Though the Zabrak wasn't standing and the original intention of the attack, rendered moot, its course still had the back prone Karnac in its path. Lifting his blade up, he blocked the attack before pushing up and spinning, seeking to bring his legs around him and trip Jaxon, who jumped over them and towards his liege, putting himself as a wall once.
Quickly on his feet, he eyes the man, the answer to his opponent ability given more light. He was stronger than his comrades. It was good, yet a shame at the same time. He was glad this man had skill, but frustrated by this because Karnac wouldn't be able to bring him down fast and easy to stop the final elder. He would just have to hope he found a lucky opening to immobilized the dark-hued male. The attacks came as Jaxon went on the offensive. His style was quick to grasp due to the exact points and way he moved around them. Shii-Cho was a starting style, simple, easy and in most times, predictable. But it wasn't always as such. I the hands of a master and one with imagination, Form I could just as easily become unpredictable.
For the most part, Karnac stayed on the defensive. It allowed him the ability to regain a bit of his lost strength and stamina while also letting him grasp how his opponent utilized his saber and combat form. But doing so, risked this being drawn out and the elder getting his spell off. Pros and cons to every approach. It was then he first noticed the sudden change in Jaxon's expression. He couldn't guess what, but all he could think was he knew just what his master was about to do. Boon or not, he couldn't tell.
As the Korunnai pressed him again, he cried out, though the Zabrak knew not what was said. All he knew was that time was up. He had to push now. Finding a small break in Jaxon's offensive, he stepped back a bit before pushing in with all his strength, free hand coming up to brush the saber to his left side at the hilt as his crossguard came down to cut diagonally into his opponent's left shoulder. |
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Post by 𝓟𝓪𝓷𝓭æ𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓾𝓶 on Dec 21, 2023 15:17:22 GMT -8
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General chaos ensued in the audience. The three that Karnac brought with him were skilled fighters; that much was certain. Even as the sorcerers' spells and Force abilities were flung towards them, the three remained in control. However, one fact remained, even as Lyne's chakrams felled the scholars one by one: numbers were not on their side. Weaving spell after spell, the sorcerers continued their attacks, focusing on Lassix as she was the first to fall prey to their onslaught.
Three would become two. Two would become one. The fall of the final one standing would then become victory over these intruders.
Sith magic had a sort of stench to it, like a long rotting corpse in the muggy heat. It was easy enough to ignore in small doses, but it overwhelmed Pandæmonium's senses now as if she stood upon a pile of dead bodies. She gagged, choking back vomit, but as her silvery eyes glanced around her surroundings, she saw nothing. As the magic faded from her mind, she was plunged into a world of eternal darkness. All she had to do was find the door in the nothingness to break free. There was always a door, iridescent in the way that her mind could never detect its true hue, outlined with a golden light. It had to be here somewhere.But who needed a door out when one could break out?
Within this deepest recess of her mind, Pandæmonium gathered in and sent out a strong shockwave within the Force. In reply, she heard glass crashing as the darkness chipped and shattered around her. A high-pitched ringing soon replaced it, and the "glass" dropped on and around her like diamond rain. Pinpricks stabbed at her skin as this shower fell all over her like one might experience when a limb fell asleep, but this sensation radiated through her whole body.
Bright light overwhelmed the echani as she inhaled. The stench filled her lungs but, with it, called her to action. She didn't have time to evaluate the playing field: four Elders dead, and three of her men crumbled on the far edge of the stage. As the ringing in her ears subsided, she could make out the cacophony of chants, piercing blaster bolts, or the thrum of sabers. However, none of that was her immediate concern. She had been beckoned and awoken by one man -- her right-hand man. As she turned to him, the vicious sight of a foe of crimson and black came at Jaxon, matching his ferocity. "Nupex!"Pandæmonium's command came shrill as Karnac's blade pushed forward towards Jaxon. Her command, a simple word in the echani language, was all Jaxon needed to know her next steps and what his actions would need to be to stay out of her way. Karnac's bladed crossguard attempted to cut into his shoulder, but Jaxon disengaged. Stepping back and to Karnac's right, Jaxon pushed outwards with his saber to give him the added momentum to back up while also attempting to keep Karnac's blade occupied for just a beat more. With it, a silver and black bolt, coated in the black-red blood of the High Elder, slid under Karnac's left side and jumped up at impact. Pandæmonium held her blade in an unorthodox backhanded grip and slashed upwards along Karnac's side. As she sprung to her feet, Pandæmonium followed through from an upward slice into a jab into Karac's neck, pushing her left side further into him, arcing her blade in a swift decapitation. Was it ever that easy, though? As if ready and waiting for Karnac's retaliation, Pandæmonium kept her free hand ready to catch Karnac's blade-wielding wrist. She couldn't overwhelm him, but she could deflect and divert whatever attack she needed while this close to her enemy.
Jaxon now stood on Karnac's right side and turned one more full rotation around Karnac to face behind him. As the korunnai turned, he made another calculative jab at Karnac's back, right between his shoulder blades. If one could keep his attention, then the other could end this. As Jaxon continued to hear his liege's ominous spell continuing behind them, they would need to put Karnac down before Xanatik finished. The more intricate the spell, the more deadly it was, and this one stood the hairs on his neck up as he felt the power welling like a pool all around his Elder. They still had time, but it was just about out.
Oblivious to this development, Pandæmonium called out to the others, "Sir! Xinouxe!"Her split-second moment to evaluate the fight was all she needed to know that her younger Guards weren't cut out for this battle. Nerra stirred but was in even worse condition than her youngest, Sirrok. Zabrak's were hardy little things, a thought that burned into her as she stared Karnac down for that second. This wasn't going to be an easy fight. With her single command, Sirrok began to stir and stumble to his feet, but he managed his footing. Xinouxe: her command to find a safe place, like a turtle would in his shell. If they could get to safety, that would give her enough hope to make it out of this alive, too.
Pandæmonium's command found Sirrok with crystal clarity."Aye!" he shouted back to Pandæmonium, his voice quivering from the fear and adrenaline.His legs still felt like noodles under him, but he needed to move quickly. Sirrok flung one of Kalishir's arms around his shoulder and tried to lift him, but Kalishir was nearly twice his size. Sirrok groaned under the weight, but the adrenaline started to kick in as he watched a flurry of gold, emerald, and crimson blades clash. The colors and sounds all began to meld together like in a dream, and his discomfort melted from his muscles. He still felt the effects of his weakness, but it was more of a debilitation, not agony."Go," Nerra growled as he pushed himself to his feet. "If that demon's friends give you a hard time, I'll carve you both an opening and find you at the safe house later. Understood?"Sirrok nodded and began to tote himself and Kalishir towards the only door leading away from this battlefield and into safety. |
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Post by Karnac on Dec 23, 2023 11:26:11 GMT -8
The fight continued with all its fury as the trio worked to take down the sorcerers who fought back. As Karnac wished, any who fled or surrendered with left alone, their only targets the members that wouldn't back down. In some sense, it was shame to lose those that had such a spirit to fight until the end. But their loyalties were solely for the cult and none else. Negotiation would never have been an option.
Bit by bit the strength of the three began to fade. They started to slow a bit and their attacks didn't seem to hit as hard. But they had their resolve and drive. The spell might have given them some focus after all they had endured through the dream state, but it really only served to invigorate them for a time. It was still Karnac's orders and they would ensure his wishes were carried out. And so they would keep pushing, hoping to add to Lyne's total of bodies. Unfortunately, what momentum they had was about to fully hit a brick wall unless they could find a new way around it.
It all happened in a flash. The single command ringing in a strong female voice. He knew not what it was, but the way Jaxon began to step back and turn, his attention in a new strike at the Zabrak's side, there was a solid guess. Freezing his attack mid strike was all he could do as he twisted the blade just enough to block the korunnai's attack. It was much weaker, giving just a bit more than he'd like as the sabers make contact. Yet that wasn't all to the attack.
With a swiftness he'd expect from Etherra, the pale women slipped up his left side and brought her blade up in a backhand slash. Using Jaxon's attack as a bit of a brace, he turned his left away, the blade just barely passing him by as he felt the heat on his skin. As she went to make the jab at his neck, his left hand came up and attempted to grab her wrist. She was ready for it and blocked it with her free hand, the simple size more than enough to keep the echani from taking hold of it. For her size, she didn't pack a lot of strength, even in his weaker form. Despite that, however, Karnac could feel it, the drive, the fury, things that allowed her more than what many would expect. Though not able to truly stop him, only divert him, which was all they needed. With these two against him, he had to move cautiously, but move quick.
It was then that Jaxon spun again, moving around behind to make another strike. A two fold attack. A testament to their abilities to work together. In his current position, he couldn't turn to face him. Even if he could, he left himself open to his new opponent. Only a single option awaited him. If played right, he could force them to injure, if not kill each other. Far from a guarantee, but it still gave him an out. Let his body fall, his legs spread out to each side of him in a perfect splits. Not wanting to give them a moment, his hands came to the floor and push him up a little as he forced himself to turn to his right, attempting to bring both legs around to sweep both of his opponents, Pandæmonium with his left and Jaxon with his right. With a proper place to position and balance himself, the kicks would be half the strength they could have been if that, but it would be enough to force a small separation for him to move away and regain his stance for a two on one fight.
He then heard the words shouted back from the echani's second command. He didn't glance to see, but could tell it came from one of the three he faced a bit before. Despite their lack of skill, if they jumped into the fray now, it would take everything he had to fight them off. And even then, he doubted his ability to win in his state. But they didn't come. Instead, they ran, the woman's command having been to get out of there. That was good. If he could get out of this and not kill these two, there would definitely be bringing some diamonds to bring back to the Sith Eternal from this mess.
The trio took note of the unfolding situation upon the stage, including the pair now trying to run. They would have been easy targets had they been ordered to kill everyone. But if they ran, there was no reason to focus on them, especially since Karnac's himself didn't kill them. Besides that, they were too occupied to turn their attention to them anyway. |
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Post by 𝓟𝓪𝓷𝓭æ𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓾𝓶 on Jan 11, 2024 13:20:56 GMT -8
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Struggling, Sirrok carried Kalishir's limp body into the chamber, where spells, blaster bolts, and weapons were flying. Nerra, limping but with saber ignited and at the ready, trailed the two. Yet the twi'lek turned his eye for a split second to keep eyes on Lady Pandæmonium and Lord Jaxon. A moment of distraction. A fatal flaw.
Although a good handful of sorcerers kept their focus on the intruders who fought their spells tooth and nail, one of the older masters among them caught the boys fleeing the hall. A scowl was etched into his features, and a spell prepared for Lassix was redirected at the last second. A bolt of lightning, black with ethereal purple haze, erupted and streamed towards the boys with a hellish fury.
Nerra turned back around just as the bolt freed itself from the sorcerer. "No..."
He knew that his whispered prayer wouldn't find a god. With the last of his remaining strength, the twi'lek pushed himself forward between Sirrok and the lightning. He stumbled in his weakness, unable to keep himself upright, incapable of forcing his saber between him and the bolt, which was focused with enough power to take down an animal three times his size. It struck true, Nerra protecting the two younger ones, but at what cost?
Nerra's screams tore through the warfare, and with it came a single command for the two.
"GO!"
A soft noise of metal clattering to the floor murmured, then the thrum of a saber retreating into its hilt. The lightning subsided, Nerra hitting the floor and twitching as stray sparks electrified his body.
"YOU TRAITORS WILL DIE FOR ABANDONING YOUR DUTY!"
Sirrok didn't -- no, he couldn't -- turn around to see Nerra's fate. He couldn't face the angry shouts of the Virtuosos. He whimpered a helpless cry as he finally pushed through the exit. Lady Pandæmonium fought. Lord Jaxon fought. Lord Nerra fought. Was this the best he could do, to flee?
It didn't matter. Lady Pandæmonium gave him his orders. It wasn't to fight. It was to find safety. If that was what he had to do, then, by Chaos, he would do it for her and his brothers, no matter the repercussions later.
Karnac was weak from his prior struggles. Pandæmonium could see it in his movements. It would give her and Jaxon an edge if they could play their cards right. While she was out, he had a long struggle to get here. The fact that he still struggled was admirable. But her admiration would not grant him any mercy in this fight.
While Karnac hoped to pin their blades against the other, what he hadn't anticipated was their synchronicity. Karnac went down, avoiding Pandæmonium's arcing decapitation, but her movements continued as if there was still more to her battle dance than what met the eye. Jaxon's jab came forward, meeting nothing but air. As his arm came back, Pandæmonium reached for his forearm, and, using her momentum to both of their advantage, she lifted feet off the ground, using Jaxon's arm as a perch. She was small and light enough to not give him too much trouble, especially with some manipulation of the Force. And as the echani spun herself, she sent a heel square to Karnac's skull.
Jaxon squared his weight evenly between his feet so that as Karnac's kick came, it was only enough to jolt him, but with Karnac's current frailty, it wasn't enough to take down a man of his size and stature. Pandæmonium soon released herself from Jaxon, using her kick as further momentum to jump away from Karnac and Jaxon. As she stood and recollected herself, the echani flicked her saber back into a standard grip.
Before she pushed another offense, though, the shouting from the crowd caught her attention. Sirrok's fleeing figure gave her a sense of relief, but that comfort was soon ripped away from her as she saw a twi'lek lying lifelessly just before the door. The Virtuoso's threat became known, and the chill of comprehension staggered her.
"No..." she breathed.
It wasn't even half a second for her to realize what had happened, and it wasn't half a second more for her to shout, although shakily, to Jaxon.
"Jaxon... We need to end this... NOW!"
Once Pandæmonium was free from harm's reach, Jaxon followed her cue by jumping back out of a blade's reach from the zabrak intruder. Her command came in Basic this time, which only meant one thing for him. She didn't have a set plan to play and now needed him more than ever to make those life-or-death decisions to bring this bloody battle to finality.
Jaxon shifted his weight to rush into the crowd, but he didn't take a step before another bone-chilling reality pulled him back.
Power accumulated more than any one soul needed. Darkness descended like a hundred lives snuffed out all at once. A premonition washed over Jaxon, the agony of his skin melting from his bones. Screams and wails screeched as everything became engulfed in the fires of a raging star, dragged from the heavens to earth.
It wouldn't matter if they managed to bring order back to Abyssos. Lord Xanatik was reaching the full power of his forbidden spell, and his words were spoken with ceaseless conviction. He would soon unleash it upon friend and foe alike. Jaxon's next move would cause all hell to break loose.
With his golden blade ready to take out the immediate threat, Jaxon shifted his weight again to rush towards Xanatik. He pushed himself into the ephemeral solar flares that flickered around the Elder, but with an air of certainty of his decision, Jaxon pierced his blade through magic and body alike. He watched as Xanatik's hand lifted as if to try and send his spell flying before Jaxon's blade reached him. But Xanatik wasn't prepared for his very guard to turn against him. As far as Xanatik knew, Jaxon shouldn't have known what he was up to. None of them would have known about this spell...
But if the Virtuosos wanted a traitor to blame for the rest of their short existence, they would have one. |
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Post by Karnac on Jan 13, 2024 9:13:39 GMT -8
The battle that surged within the crowd continued on, the balance finally having reset itself to the center, though the exhaustion of Karnac's team was causing it to tilt a bit more out of their favor. Over half of those that had resisted them had been removed, they were losing their ability to keep up. It meant they had to either pull back and focus on precision strategy or go all in. Trying to play the middle ground was getting them nowhere.
Standing side by side, Lyne and Jonas were ready, their particular move choices built to compliment each other. And it was here these sorcerers would see what happened when the strength of two truly became one. Both of her chakrams became alit with flames from her pyrokinesis, pouring her power into them and building the surge that came from them. With a great force, she threw them in, ensuring her grip would not be stolen again. The use of Jonas's shatterpoint had revealed an opening in which their attack would be effective and as the burning discs flew, he manipulated the winds around them, causing them to spin and empower the flames, creating two powerful flame tornadoes. It might not have been able to kill all, if any, but those even close to it would get caught up and heavily burned. They could only hope it helped tipped the scales once more.
Lassix's however, continued her solo assault. her skin was bruised and bloodied and her clothes smoked as she was hit by some of their attacks. She was quick, but with the enemies she faced and the powers at their disposal, she could only evade so much. Yet, a new opening revealed itself, if only to take down a single person. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the pair trying to leave with one of the cultists turning his attention from her to them. A strong burst of lightning flew towards them, the twi'lek rushing in to absorb the blow. In her own mind, she didn't care who lived and died here but she figured Karnac would have a different opinion, one that meant trying to keep that trio alive. Diverting course, she tried to move quickly to reduce the damage, using the Force to pull both legs out from under the caster, forcing him face first into the ground. It brought his attack to an end as she rushed forward, running her saber up his back and slicing him in half.
Glancing up, she saw her attack had been too slow. The twi'lek was on the ground. While he was twitching, she wasn't sure if he was still hanging to life or if it had been snuffed out. Needless to say, however, she couldn't worry about it. The fight was still happening and she was still the focus of many other attacks.
The was little Karnac could do in his position, his attack already weak for the most part. His legs came around and impacted Jaxon's, forcing him to stop. He didn't mind that so much as it would allow him the chance to refocus his stance and get back to his feet. But that was not truly accounting for the echani's attack. A glance upwards revealed her movements. It was an impressive move, one she could utilize with her lighter frame and her partner's firm stance. The impact came to his head, forcing him to the ground, though he forced himself to turn and land face down. He was surely getting weaker and he wasn't fool enough to think he could keep this up against both of them if they continued to come at him hard with synchronized techniques. However, being zabrak allowed him a far higher pain threshold than most. And even without the Force, he had learned how to channel pain into power.
Using that drive, the zabrak pushed himself up with both hands, letting himself turn with closed fist to either force them back or get in an extra hit himself. They had retreated, however, a moment before he stood. He was ready to go again, but something had changed the flow of everything. The cries from the crowd as he watched the twi'lek he had brought to his knees earlier fell to an attack from what should have been one of his own. This brought some disruption to the woman, he could tell. Though he didn't know the language before, they seemed focused and precise. This order wasn't. But the korunnai still moved, taking an action Karnac wasn't expecting. Just like that, the final elder went down, brought low by his own guard.
The reality was becoming clearly with each passing second. It had provided the zabrak with enough clarity that he could have stopped the fight in this moment, turning his attention to aid his comrades. But no, he couldn't. Not just yet. He wanted them with the Eternal. He had to see just what all she had to offer. So he would push a bit more, no longer a fight to the death, but a fight to test and perhaps, a fight to vent. |
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Post by 𝓟𝓪𝓷𝓭æ𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓾𝓶 on Jan 18, 2024 11:28:21 GMT -8
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Zabraks were hardy little things. Pandæmonium recalled that thought as she landed to stare Karnac down. Her kick had connected; the piercing pain in her heel spoke as much. He may have inadvertently caused her more harm than him. Those damned horns...
A blur then caught her eye, though, as Jaxon pushed his own offensive. She felt a feverish chill roll over her skin as she realized all too late what Jaxon had in store. She was only familiar with spellwork in words alone, but when Jaxon's blade struck true, she and all others bore witness to his death's oddity. As Xanatik's body crumpled to the ground, it burst forth in plumes of thick, black smoke. Blue, white, and red embers glittered around his robes, tattered by unseen flames. Where one might have expected to see a body or bones, ash remained."Wha-..."Bewilderment wrote itself on Pandæmonium's expression of all things she had just witnessed. Jaxon turned on his liege; Nerra's corpse was unmoving in the crowd; the remains of the Elders were scattered around her, yet the chaos of battle boomed and ripped her back into the present. It was just in time as Karnac continued an offensive against her.
She was going to die here. The thought sent another shot of pure adrenaline through her veins. No, she needed to live through this. For Sirrok. For Kalishir. For Jaxon.
For Nerra. As Karnac's blade met Pandæmonium's, she was all too ready, and a new emotion burned behind her silvery eyes. It wasn't fear or hate but a drive to fight and a will to live, no matter the means necessary. As far as she knew, Karnac had come into Abyssos' home to eradicate them all, and he had succeeded already in destroying their leadership hierarchy. Even if he would bring glorious victory to his faction or family today, she would make it one hell of a struggle for him. Although she was much smaller than Karnac, it didn't even slightly deter her. Karnac thankfully matched Jaxon in size and stature, but his blade work proved he was a cut above the rest. That thought caused a hostile half-smile to suddenly appear on the echani's lips as she met her opponent head-on without hesitation."Pui!"
Pandæmonium's short and straightforward command resonated within Jaxon. He barely had the time to register the weight of his actions. His liege was dead by his hand, but whether he felt satisfaction or guilt wasn't relevant now. Pui -- she would act solo, like a lone wolf stalking its prey, which meant he had everything else to worry about. In a normal situation, he would have judged that she got the better end of the arrangement. After witnessing the fury of his zabrak first-hand, though, he could deal with the two fronts of furious sorcerers and bloodlusting intruders.
Jaxon pushed himself confidently into the crowd, knowing that if the zabrak wanted him, Pandæmonium would take the perfect opportunity to end it.
As expected, he was met with a barrage of spells as several remaining sorcerers deflected their attention from Lassix, Jonas, and Lyne. For the bolts of black magic that he couldn't dodge, his saber was ready to soak in the attacks until he was close enough to cull another one down. For the time being, this zabrak's comrades were playing friendly. It didn't escape Jaxon's notice that the same sorcerer who killed Nerra had met a similar fate. Their purpose here was becoming more and more muddled. Perhaps he could live to see the end of this, to find an answer to that burning question: what purpose brought them here?
It was a question that would never be answered if he couldn't stop the remaining sorcerers, now deeming him a more desirable target than the three. Without any other options before him, Jaxon pushed himself deeper into the crowd and closer to Lassix, who was thankfully dealing with another sorceress at the moment. The korunnai blocked another barrage of lightning before striking down one more sorcerer to reach her, and with sheer brute strength, he lifted the girl from her feet and tossed her toward her friends, further away from the heart of sorcerers. It might be his final act of kindness, even if they wouldn't see it as much at first, but the fact that it was towards a known enemy created a rock in his stomach. However, this battle was not as black and white as he wanted, and he would repay her for taking down Nerra's murderer.
Whether she struggled or managed to pry herself free was not Jaxon's concern. Her fate was in her own hands, and once he had done what he could, Jaxon outstretched both hands. Suddenly, the Force treated him like a magnet, a source of gravity, with a giant Force Pull inward towards him. Sorcerers closest to Jaxon were caught off-balance and thrown off their feet. Others a few arms-length away were brought to their knees. All that mattered now was that about two-thirds of the remaining sorcerers were caught in Jaxon's pull.
Black eyes looked up towards the three with an unspoken warning. Keep fighting, but stay far away. |
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Post by Karnac on Jan 20, 2024 2:50:07 GMT -8
Karnac had bore witness to the turn of Jaxon on his liege, thus he didn’t concern himself over watching the corpse burn in multicolored flames. It was enough to know that they had all fallen. For now, his attention laid solely upon Pandæmonium. In this moment of chaos, she seemed confused and uncertain of the events transpiring. A mind lost possibly ready to accept death, if he read he stance right. He wasn’t the same as Kuriau and her ability to read a person through action and stances. But he was certain she wasn’t truly ready to face him. But that feeling was fleeting as a single breath was all he needed to catch to see her resolve shift. She was determined to live or, at the very least, die fighting with all she had. That was what he was hoping for.
The moment he saw the shift, he made his move. Leaping in, he brought his saber in for a simple slash to gauge her defenses and see if she was truly ready. A brilliant flash of light and a solid resistance against his blade was his answer along with that hostile smile. She was ready and seemed eager to put herself against her opponent. That made him look forward to this all the more.
He returned the smile as he stepped back just slightly, disengaging his saber before tilting it forward as he pressed forward again, the saber seeking to run her through the heart. Suspecting an easy deflection he pulled hard out to his right in a slash before bringing the lightsaber close to him in a spin as he came around to slash at her right hip. His movements were tight and precise for now. He didn’t have the strength or ability to attack in his normal state, especially with so much on the line. He had to play it smart, to keep himself alive and ready to strike her down if the need truly arose.
Karnac did give Jaxon a glance as the echani gave her command, allowing him to move freely into the crowd. Even his comrades didn’t notice among the chaos of battle. It was a surprise that left Lassix frozen in shock as she was easily picked up and thrown towards her friends. They turned just in time to catch her and be knocked over like bowling pins. Quickly to her feet, the Pantoran was read to strike him down when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Lyne was there, holding her back.
"Don’t go after him. Look."
Looking again, she saw what Lyne did. Almost all the sorcerers pulled in close with a look of warning, telling them to stay away. He had tossed her out of the range of his pull. Whatever his intentions, they could be determined later after all else was brought to their knees. With only a nod, the three stood and returned to the fight.
Reaching a group that had turned focus to Jaxon, the lined up. Behind them was Lyne who jumped into the air and poured her power into her chakrams. The erupted in flame that threatened to burst forth in a fiery rage. Four of the enemy were grouped up. It was there she threw them with great force. They got the ground among them and did as they threatened, erupted in a small explosion of flaming force. Lassix the. Jumped into a black flip, landing on Jonas’s hands. Falling forward as his hands followed, the male unleashed a wind-based Force Push that sent her flying as she used Force Jump to give her great speed and distance. She flew at them, blade ready.
They noticed them but the eruption left them disoriented and launched blind spells. Using Force Pushes off to her side, she was able to spin and avoid the attacks and she flew through them, her blade cleaving all of them before she hit the ground in a roll, ending on her knees, head turned to make sure all of them had fallen. |
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Post by 𝓟𝓪𝓷𝓭æ𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓾𝓶 on Jan 20, 2024 20:49:25 GMT -8
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Pandæmonium could only assume that Karnac had come to kill them all, but his initial attack carried a hesitation that told a different story. She could see a change in him -- no, feel a shift in his resolve only when she had made that promise to herself that she would fight until her final, bitter breath. He met her smile with his own as a streak of thrumming crimson came for her. It was as if he wanted her to fight with every ounce of herself. Maybe this wasn't a life-or-death battle, and she would walk out alive.
Why did it matter? She wasn't about to risk her life over a half-developed theory, so either way, it was looking more like Karnac would get what he wanted, no matter what that was.
Why was it always the golden child?
Her harsh smile faded from her lips as she unleashed an assault cry. Pandæmonium met Karnac's blade with a flurry of movement as emerald struck crimson in simple parries. As Karnac expected, she deflected his blade from striking her through her heart, arcing her saber to push his blade off to her left side before he spun around to come down on her right side. With her left hand on top of her right in a sturdy, two-handed grip, Pandæmonium lunged her blade downward to catch his. Through gritted teeth, she endeavored to throw Karnac off by pushing herself further into him and driving his blade up and over her as she forced herself back into his view.
Her blade retreated into its hilt with a hiss, and in the same motion of parrying his blade, Pandæmonium intercepted Karnac's main hand with her left, now alone in gripping her hilt. Once Karnac's bladed hand was pushed out wide, blocking his weapon from coming down on her, she flung a hard palm strike upwards at Karnac's jaw. No horns there, but even then, she would make herself bloodied if it could mean stunning or even blacking out her opponent. Pandæmonium may have been small, but she had managed to put even Jaxon out once on accident this way. However, she also knew that Sirrok, a fellow zabrak, could withstand her hand-to-hand attacks better than the average human. To be safe, Pandæmonium then twisted her hip to push her weight into her next attack and drove her knee into Karnac's diaphragm with enough force to knock the wind out of him and maybe leave a bruise for him to nurse later.
As the echani's foot came back down, she swept herself under Karnac's arm, still held wide, and sent a driving elbow strike to the back of his skull, just under where his crown of horns would bash back. All of her movements communicated one thing: disable her opponent, but none of her attacks were lethal. Regardless of Karnac's state now, the thrum of her saber igniting reverberated. She would keep fighting for however long it took. By Chaos, though, she wanted to figure out why he was here. Even if his answer was to snuff out the source of immense power, she wanted to hear it from his lips before any more lives were lost.
As her silver eyes glanced up over Karnac to see how Jaxon faired, though, Pandæmonium's heart stopped for a beat, and she truly began to question if she would be given that opportunity.
Jaxon uttered a single word in a strange language, his voice booming and commanding the words to heed his desires. The air around him suddenly became thin, quiet, and cold as ice. Again, he uttered his command, his breath carrying a trail of frost. The sorcerers around him had already fallen off-balance, making them easy victims to his grasp. The sorcerers in the second circle around him struggled to their feet to try and fling just one deadly spell to stop him. Again, though, Jaxon uttered his command.
Icy pools answered his call, creeping out in all directions from around his feet. Every limb and body it touched, it crept over and froze its victim in place. With Jaxon's new utterance, a new wave of ice answered his call. A new, thicker shell encased its victims.
Jaxon glanced over to find Pandæmonium's eyes upon him. Although she fought her opponent with enough vigor to strike hope in his heart that the battle would soon end, the terrorized surprise in her eyes snuffed out that hope. It was easier to fight one front than to be split between two. Pandæmonium would understand once she could get past his secret now unraveled around them.
Sith magic. Xanatik's magic.
Those untouched by the spell were quickly dealt with by Karnac's comrades, and after this, they would be child's play if they wished to continue their fruitless endeavor here. Jaxon had his opening. He had his command. End it. Now.
Jaxon lowered his head as he exhaled deeply, his voice ringing in the death bell to all those entombed within his icy grasp. |
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Post by Karnac on Jan 21, 2024 20:27:33 GMT -8
He could feel the strength in that first block and all those to come. Her size didn’t suggested it, nor was it expected to fully combat his, but he felt it: strength and resolve. He could feel a bit of give against his strength and figured there would be more if he was at his best, but even then, he believed she could stop his attacks in some capacity. That was enough on its own to convince him of her ability and training. But it wouldn’t be all she had to show.
For her size, she knew how to manipulate an opponent larger and stronger as was shown in how she navigated his last strike, getting it above her, using her position and leverage as a means to ensure a successful parry. First above, then off to the side his saber went, leaving herself open to attack. The retreating of the blade suggested Trakata as her free hand continue to ensure his hand was unable to redirect his attack as she moved in. First the attack to the chin, his head was forced upwards. Strong with great form. Then the attack to his diaphragm, successful in its impact. The air burst from his lungs he was brought down to a knee, making it much easier for her to bring the elbow to the back of his head. He could tell the purpose behind each, feel the pain in each hit. While not rendering him unconscious, his vision did in fact darken as the pain coursed through him. If it hadn’t been for his training, his resolve, the very focus he gave himself for this fight, she would have been able to end it there, him lying there, ripe for the killing.
Golden child. Perhaps he was that. Gifted at birth with a strong and powerful connection to the Force, good genes and a large, strong body, it was hard for anyone to say otherwise. It made him cocky in his youth. If not for his master, it would have all been pointless in the end, trained but not fully realized gifts wasted in arrogance with a typical Sith mindset. He would have likely been killed already in one way or another. But his training under Gavin and alongside his peers had allowed him to make the most of what was given to him.
He heard it then, the emergence of her saber once more. Turning, he intended to meet her blade, his breath almost non existent as he tried to get it back. Even his vision was still tinted as he could barely make out her figure and the blur of green. Had she chosen to push down, he would be the one barely able to hold her. Yet, there was hesitation. He sensed a waver in her focus. He had to act on it, even if he wasn’t ready to go on offense. Forcing in as deep a breath as he could, he pushed himself up. He felt the resistance screaming at him to stop. He could have sworn he heard creaking from his joints and bones. Her assault had hit the perfect targets, just as Gavin had taught them with hand to hand. He wasn’t down, but he might as well be out against the echani if she kept going hard. He couldn’t let her see that, though. He had to be the mountain that never yielded. It was about intimidation and taking his opponent’s power through it. So for all he could manage, that was his goal, to stand as smoothly and capably as he could to look as if he was unaffected. His blade came towards hers in a strong strike, hoping to knock her back and maybe break the weapon free. Something to give him time to refocus his senses. He had to end it now before she ended him.
The combo attack worked as it culled the remaining members of the cult not trapped by Jaxon. But only when they had finish did they get to lay eyes upon what happened. Massive shards of ice stood where the sorcerers once were, encased forever, ready to be slain if they hadn’t died already. They had seen many attacks of ice from Xeo, but not even he cast something to this degree. All they could do was stand there amazed and unmoving at the sight. |
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Post by 𝓟𝓪𝓷𝓭æ𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓾𝓶 on Jan 22, 2024 18:38:47 GMT -8
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There was a distinguishable technique to Xanatik's elemental sorcery. It was just as beautiful as it was deadly.
Bodies of the Virtuosos lay in various positions, frozen in time like works of art, each telling their own stories. Some appeared to outstretch their hands, their mouths agape as though commandeering their brethren's next assault. Others covered their faces as if cowering away from the ice that blanketed their forms. Others still appeared wholly ignorant of their fate, toppled over stone from Jaxon's forceful pull over them.
The air still icy around his feet, Jaxon stood back to his towering, imposing stature. He took only a brief second to glance over his ice sculptures with a calm sense of pride. With a deep exhale, he lifted a hand and snapped his fingers. The air around him grew eerily silent. In response to his beckon, the singular dripping sound of a water droplet hit the center of the ice, banishing it. The sorcerers' bodies entombed in ice cracked, slowly at first and growing more violently. In the beat of a single second, each Virtuoso shattered, their bodies glittering drops of ice and snow. Only three more sorcerers remained, but their faces said it all: fear.
"H-How...?" one stammered.
Another blubbered, "They're not supposed to be able to..."
They scrambled for the doorway, tearing and fighting at the others to be the first out.
Jaxon paid them no mind and instead turned his gaze towards the other three: Lyne, Lassix, and Jonas. With his main hand, Jaxon beckoned his yellow saber to awaken. His off-hand raised into a closed fist, and with it, blue fiery snakes wrapped around his hand, licking up to his elbow but not burning or harming him.
Now that there was no shared enemy, it was time to see the truth of their hearts. Were they an ally in the making? Or another foe he would cut down today? His black eyes were locked upon them. Now, it was time for them to choose their fates.
Every strike hit, and each successful blow stoked the fires of her resolve. Desperation turned into courage. Her attacks rang true with even more precision, strength, and determination than the last. Maybe, just maybe, she would be able to bring this commander to his knees, to give them all time to pause, re-evaluate, and solve the mystery of their appearance and purpose among Abyssos. Then, the Virtuosos could reign down their judgment on him.
The Virtuosos.
Pandæmonium felt the air around her suddenly chill, and with it, she locked eyes with Jaxon. She stifled a quiet, surprised sound at the stunningly horrifying sight of Jaxon standing among the frozen sculptures of the Virtuosos. No, it couldn't have been him. His actions couldn't have been his own. Was she still dreaming? Was she still under one of Lady Rhu'een's dream-weaving spells? Her heart pounded like a battle drum in her ears, and she felt like she couldn't get enough air in her lungs.
To her further horror, her zabrak opponent turned to face her, still standing tall. Like nothing happened. No, he wasn't a zabrak. He was a demon, a void-sent from Chaos who descended upon them all to feast upon the death he left in his wake. His crimson blade came down on her with strength and ferocity as if she had done absolutely nothing to him. Again, a gasp of horrified shock escaped the echani as she reflexively lifted her saber to block his attack.
Pandæmonium struck back with all her might, but she couldn't match Karnac's power. She was more than forced back. She was forced off-balance, which landed her squarely on the ground.
The echani rolled, dodging another of Karnac's attacks bearing down on her, and swung her saber in a wild arc to hopefully ward off another attack. She needed to give herself enough time to kick herself back to her feet. She needed to keep fighting.
This wasn't over. It couldn't be over. Not like this. |
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Post by Karnac on Jan 23, 2024 8:27:42 GMT -8
There was barely a debated as to whether the trio would give chase to the few that lived. They were too stunned to really react, so they departed the area without issue. Truth be told, they really needed a moment to breath. More might end up arriving, but better to refocus rather than to keep going until they were too weak to fight back.
Lassix gripped her saber tightly as Jaxon's blade returned to life, yet she didn't move. Even if she wanted, they were all exhausted and with what he just did, it wouldn't take anything stop them. All they could do is simply watch in case he made a move against them. Only then would they have any ability to fight back.
Demon? Yes, that was good description. That was the point, to be seen as this vicious entity that was merely shaped like a zabrak. So many quickly gave in under such thoughts. He wasn't given the title of Avatar of Chaos for nothing, after all.
Karnac let his darkened gaze focus on the emerald beam as his point of attack. Was it dangerous? Completely, especially if she caught on to his temporary impairments. But she was too disoriented by what was going on to have any real control. His assault swiftly put her on the ground as he struck once more. She was able to dodge and attempted to deflect his blade away, something she succeeded in, enough to get kick herself back up to her feet.
Approaching her, the echani came down in a single handed strike, hoping to find an opening for her free hand to make impact again. But Karnac was ready. His left hand came up and grabbed her wrist and squeezed, applying pressure enough to try and weaken her grip. Not giving her a moment to fight back, he pulled her arm over to his right where he brought his saber up in his right hand to knock the blade free from her. Stepping up close, his right leg slipped behind her as he pulled her right hand back to his left. Letting the crimson blade retreat into the hilt so as to not risk hurting her further, he then brought his right hand around to hit her in the chest with the heel of his hand, forcing her back to the ground once more. This time, however, he held her in place. His left hand held down her right, his right knee was now positioned over her chest, and his blade was ignited held down to her throat. While not fully locked down, trying to move him would be a bit difficult.
With a few deep breaths, he gave a small smirk. "Not bad. However, I do believe this makes me the winner of our little duel. What do you say we end this chaos? I'd hate to lose anymore potential." Standing back up, he backed away from her, blade still alive should she decide to keep fighting. But it was clear that the zabrak was ready to stop. |
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Post by 𝓟𝓪𝓷𝓭æ𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓾𝓶 on Jan 24, 2024 18:51:49 GMT -8
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Karnac's blade alit Pandæmonium's pale skin with a burning red glow. With every move he made that put her into this position, her adrenaline only grew more potent. She could hear a thousand voices in her head mixed with her own, all screaming at her to do one thing:
'FIGHT, TAVI, FIGHT'
Now, all Karnac had to do was push his weight down just a bit farther, and her head would be severed at the neck like a hot knife through butter. Yet, he didn't. Instead, she was met with the answer to her unspoken question. 'Little duel.' 'End the chaos.'
Perhaps if Karnac had left it at that, her adrenaline would have died down, and her mind would be able to truly grasp his offer. She could handle cocky and overconfident sons of banthas. Instead, though, her eyes locked onto him as if she was focused on some terrible memory roaring at her.
'Oh ho ho, this little beaut's got some potential on the black market, don'cha think?'
'Her need for violence far exceeds her potential for magic. We have no use for her among us.'
'I'd hate to lose any more potential.'
She was not some property for another man to claim ownership over. To judge her worth. To claim her victories and throw her away at her losses. Not again. Never again.
It was like a switch had gone off in her head. If Karnac held a blade at her throat, it was as if she didn't even notice it anymore. Her main hand might have been pinned down, but Karnac neglected to keep her fully restrained. In a risky move that showed that she was willing to risk her life, Pandæmonium crossed her offhand over her chest and then pushed up and out until her left hand grasped at Karnac's wielded right, and with her forceful push upwards with her arm against him, she freed her neck from his blade. In the same motion, she tucked her right leg in and under Karnac's arm before extending it up and over his chest and left shoulder. The shifting of her body was enough to bring the Karnac's mass off-balance, just enough for her to utilize to her advantage.
With Pandæmonium's left leg behind him and right leg in front, she tugged at his main hand with her left and squeezed, pinning his throat with the force of her thighs. Keeping his arm extended by way of her left-handed grasp, she hoped to not only debilitate him, but with the sheer hatred that burned deep within her, she hoped to suffocate him, snap his neck, cut off the blood flow, whatever brought him death first."HOW'S THIS FOR POTENTIAL?!"Her shrill scream was polluted with revulsion towards Karnac and all he had hoped to accomplish this day. But something else, quite suddenly, stabbed at her brain and sent knives through every nerve in her body. The echani refused to let up her grip at first, although she tilted her head back and growled a sigh of retaliation as she fought against the pain. Whatever internal war she struggled against, though, eventually won as her whole body went limp, allowing Karnac freedom all too soon.
However, Jaxon was upon them nearly instantaneously, as if having a deep understanding of Pandæmonium's internal battles and realizing when they spiked. The fiery snakes that danced around his left hand had been banished, just as his yellow blade. The three seemed to have no qualms with him, and so long as they refused to lift a weapon against him, he would agree to the unspoken truce. After Pandæmonium's final struggle to win against Karnac, though, he was unsure if their zabrak leader would share their sentiment.
Careful to keep everyone's limbs intact despite ignited weapons, Jaxon yanked Pandæmonium out from under Karnac and pushed himself between the two. The echani barely managed to stay on her feet, but her silvery eyes burned onto the zabrak as she watched him with that same burning hatred. If Jaxon wasn't standing between her and Karnac, her expression told the story that she would try her stunt again.
However, Jaxon had a very different look written on his expression. He watched Karnac cautiously but almost seeking an agreement with the zabrak. He had offered an olive branch many times during this whole ordeal. He had focused his power solely on their Elders while ignoring the less experienced but much closer guards. Even more, he allowed Kalishir, Sirrok, and Nerra to attempt to leave in peace. He never lifted a blade against Pandæmonium until she had shattered out of her dream-like state, ready to fight.
Even for a Sith, there was honor somewhere in Karnac. Jaxon's careful gaze asked one silent request of him: just one more time, extend the olive branch. |
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Post by Karnac on Jan 25, 2024 8:08:05 GMT -8
The moment her felt he gotten, the chance to step back and let the fight reach its conclusion was nothing more than a false reality when it came down to it. Even before he could move, she made her next attempt on him. Even when pinned to the floor, she wasn't truly subdued. She found enough strength to press him back, if only enough, finding that perfect point where his strength let up before trying to stand. This allowed her to manipulate him, despite his position. It was something he felt should have been impossible considering her size versus his and they way he was positioned. Yet, he should have known better. Etherra, despite her assassin approach, was extremely skilled when it came to manipulating control over the body like this. She had to be, should she not be able to swiftly kill her opponent, she needed to ensure she had the skill to any opponent in their place to secure a kill. And she wasn't much different in her size and stature from the echani before him.
Echani. He had been curious throughout the the fight, though wasn't sure of her race up until now. There were still plenty of races in which the females carried pale features. But none were as capable and as fierce as the echani. Though having some differences, he picked up some aspects of her movements that were similar to Harcos, the echani male of his peers. Perhaps a meeting would be in order once all was finished.
If it finished, that is. Her leg was up and around him, quickly bringing him to the ground. In a flash of adjustment, she had a hold on him. But it was quite over. On instinct, his body tensed and flex as to resist the hold. If death was something she wished for, it wouldn't come from breaking bones. Instinct and training were the only things that served him now. It allowed him to stay calm and focused in the moment. It didn't give him any extra time, the hold being successful and tight enough to restrict blood flow. But it did give him a few seconds to think and process rather than flail around in a pointless resistance in order to break free. That was all he had, a few precious second to make a choice. His hand gripped his saber tightly. If done right, he could navigate it and end her life. But should he? Could he? The elders had shown a reason behind the slaughter. But her, the others he clashed with? No he didn't see reason for them to die, nor did he wish it.
But what were his opinions? The split second choice to pierce her body with his burning blade or fall to her absolute hold? He felt the pressure of blood in his head begin to build and his two hearts weren't going to be able to do anything to help. If he was to die through suffocation, she'd have to continue the hold for some time after his fell unconscious. Yes, death was too far out for him considering the situation. Because in the end, there was a final reality that had to be considered: their allies. He knew his were keeping focus on him just as her's was her. If any moment looked to bring an end for the other, their would be an intervention. The question simply remained, who would get here first?
None of it mattered, though for as his vision began to darken further, all the strength that was held against him was gone. HIs kind was beginning to fade so fast he didn't even hear the screams and grunts that came from his opponent. A deep breath quickly filled his lungs. At first, he didn't even move, simply taking the moment to allow himself the chance to recover.
For as fast as Jaxon was, so, too, were Karnac's team. Where they had opted to simply stay back and not engage the man, weapons were drawn and ready to bring him down as the also rushed to the stage were the two were. He was fast enough, however, to get there as simply pull Pandæmonium away. There was no attempt to kill Karnac, and, as such, they put their weapons away so to help the master to his feet.
It was slow and painful, standing once more. It had quite a long time since he had pushed so hard. Despite the shape he was in, it was invigorating to experience it. Despite the gifts of his birth, the training he was given, it showed that he wasn't above it all. Sure, it might have taken quite a bit and more than a few people to do it, but he suspected there were some, if given the proper chance, that could still keep him on his toes. His younger self would have despised that fact. But his current self relished it. He would still find challenges, be pushed, and continue to grow.
Turning to face the korunnai, he let his intense stare burn into the pair as he observed them, slow deep breath passing through his lips. Having the chance to stop and rest his body like this was enough to restore his vision. A smirk then came as the crimson blade retreated and with a small spin, the hilt returned to its place on his belt. As it stood, despite it all, the fight had reached its conclusion with no more death than there had to be. Still, it wouldn't have been a bad way to go. What man wouldn't want to go between the thighs of a beautiful woman. Taking a small step forward, he gave a nod. She had more than proven her skill and her fearlessness in the face of certain death.
"Yes. I believe that will do nicely." |
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Post by 𝓟𝓪𝓷𝓭æ𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓾𝓶 on Jan 25, 2024 16:41:50 GMT -8
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And so that was it. The tension in the air was intense as Jaxon watched Karnac, and with such simplicity, it resolved. Kind of.
Pandæmonium's sharp and angry glare shifted to an incredulous scowl. If it wasn't for Jaxon's grasp on her that literally kept her off her feet, she would have tried to lunge at the zabrak for round two.
"If you think it'll be that simple to 'end the chaos' you started, you jlou xiu oe xanoupoke, you've got another thing coming. Look around you!"
At least now that the fighting was over, the revelation of the damage caused could be assessed. Several bodies were strewn about, having been taken out by Lassix, Lyne, or Jonas. And then there was Nerra, still unmoving mere feet from the exit. At least with Jaxon's choice of spell, the remains were almost melted away, and anyone who hadn't witnessed the icy carnage would be none-the-wiser. The Elders' robes were haphazardly scattered across the stage, cut down by their own means. And between those of the living, Pandæmonium at least appeared to have walked through a butcher's shop with how much blood coated her pale complexion and icy white hair -- the High Elder's blood after Karnac had mercilessly torn him into a dozen pieces.
'My lady, you and I both know what the Elders do to trespassers,' Jaxon turned and whispered to her in the Echani language.
'So what, you want to claim he acted in self-defense? Look at that smug bastard and tell me he didn't come here looking for a fight! Let me finish it! That's an order!'
'Then consider this my next act of treason against Abyssos and its leadership.' Jaxon steely gaze stared hard at the echani locked in his grasp. Truth be told, he knew she could break free on a whim. The fact that she hadn't yet spoke volumes to her hidden doubts and internal battle with herself. 'Enough lives have been lost. Let us seek the truth of this intruder's intentions, and if it isn't good enough for you, I'll help you finish him off.'
Pandæmonium huffed a defeated sigh but nodded toward Jaxon. At that, he released her but kept himself poised between her and the four. While he didn't understand the full depths of what was going through Pandæmonium's mind, he acknowledged that she was justified from her personal experiences to want to cut him down first and ask questions later. It wouldn't serve a purpose, though. The Elders were dead, meaning Abyssos would now be in a panic. They could attempt to rebuild and continue to be slaves to the new leaders. Or Karnac could offer them something better than they even knew.
Turning back to Karnac, Jaxon switched back to Galactic Basic and asked, "You seek potential, correct? What for? And why choose Abyssos?" |
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Post by Karnac on Jan 26, 2024 15:19:08 GMT -8
Karnac listened as the echani spewed vicious words regarding the situation. Despite that fury, deep within his mind, he had to admit some amusement at the scene before him. Though she remained still, the look in her eyes while being held above the ground by her comrade made her almost seem like an animal trying to run, begging to be set down. A comical thought, but not one he'd express openly. There was enough anger in her that he was ultimately lucky that she was being held back and further restrained herself. Yet, he couldn't go without one final comment, knowing what she called him, despite being spoken in her language.
"That's rude. But fair."
Sadly, he knew the reality. Life wasn't fair. Chaos and death were unending. He had hoped for better, but considering the truth of their elders, this was only ever the best he could gain. Knowing little else of the echani language, he couldn't tell what they were saying past that. When Jaxon asked his question, he gave a sigh.
"To be honest, I hate having to repeat myself. That said," He turned his head to look at the fallen elders. "the price for that has already been paid." Another sigh passed his lips as he returned his gaze to them once more, his stare serious and focused. "My name is Karnac. I came here as representative of the Sith Eternal on Roon. A few days ago, during my meditation, I felt a surge of power coming from here. So I sought it out, wanting to know its source. It was my intention to recruit this being or group that resided here. Seeing what little I have, I was impressed with this group's ability to hide despite being so close to the Jedi. And the skills displayed here showed how well you all have flourished, despite being limited on what knowledge is in your possession. I offer you to join us, to no longer have to hide, to be able to give more than 100 percent of yourself to what you seek to achieve. Power, knowledge, whatever. It is all open to be taken should you wish. We once hid but have begun to grow our empire and we wish for you to become apart of it."
In the end, it was half of what he truly said in his dream. But after all this, some of what he'd say would be lies now. He also lacked the energy to give any kind of grandiose speech another time, He could only hope that it would be enough. |
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Post by 𝓟𝓪𝓷𝓭æ𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓾𝓶 on Jan 27, 2024 12:52:20 GMT -8
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Although Pandæmonium was still on edge and ready to fight, she honored Jaxon's wishes and allowed Karnac to speak his piece. Her right hand fiddled with the hilt of her lightsaber, though, and although the blade was nowhere to be seen or heard, her thumb hovered over the ignition switch.
As Karnac began his explanation, both Pandæmonium and Jaxon stitched together more of the story, the echani more than the korunnai. Karnac stated that he hated repeating himself, yet this was the first time the two were hearing about his origins. As the zabrak's offer hung in the air, he was met only with silence as the two exchanged glances. It was the echani who spoke up first, again using her native tongue as a means to communicate privately.
'How did the Elders bring him here?'
'The usual way: Lady Rhu'een's dreamweaving.'
Pandæmonium's eyebrows furrowed as she glanced back at Karnac as if to reassess him, and after her findings didn't meet her satisfaction, she looked back at Jaxon. 'So how did he get out?'
Jaxon tilted his head slightly to the right. 'He just did... Tore the High Elder apart when he broke free. That's how the carnage began.'
Pandæmonium scoffed, unconvinced. 'Impossible.'
Even among Lady Rhu'een's most favored disciples, no one had successfully broken free from her dreamcraft when linked by her fellow Elders. Now, Pandæmonium was supposed to accept this explanation as truth. No, there had to be something more at play here that neither of them knew. Maybe she was still dreaming. For now, though, Pandæmonium had nothing else to go off of, and she had no reason to doubt her right-hand man -- aside from his ability to hide his spellcraft from her, at least. That would be an issue for another day, another time. For now, there were pressing matters at hand, and with the current standing of things, Pandæmonium carried the highest title and responsibility among those in the room, and she would need to step up and act like it. It was an even odder feeling than being locked in Lady Rhu'een's spell.
Pandæmonium stalked her way around the korunnai to face Karnac and his team. At least she seemed to carry more of a level head now. Truth be told, fatigue was starting to plague the echani. Their battle was short, but for days leading up to this moment, Pandæmonium had been locked in and out of a forced dreaming state. Now that the adrenaline was subsiding, the haze of her nightmares weighed down on her. With all of her remaining strength, she refused to show it.
"Karnac," she slowly uttered as if searing his name into her memory. "The only thing that makes any sense to me is how we all got to this moment right here. If you had felt that surge and come to offer yourself among our ranks, the Elders may have accepted you." She took another step forward towards him, but in an act of peace, she put away her saber. "But you came here to empower another faction, another cult. It was a bold move -- although a stupid one, I might add -- to barge into another's territory and demand their allegiance. I can see that bloodshed was the only probable outcome." Pandæmonium paused and took a relaxed yet military-style stance with her hands behind her back and her feet spread apart. Her silvery gaze never left Karnac. "You're lucky that there are several here who have no love for the Elders, but there are still several devoted disciples throughout the village. However, I must warn you." The echani paused to take in a breath. It took everything in her power for her voice to remain as steady as it had been despite how much it wanted to waiver. Although she was battling that internal war, she wouldn't show it. "The energy you felt came from a single individual. There is no one here in Abyssos now who can replicate it. Even if he manages to pull through from the consequences of our actions, it's doubtful he will ever be able to repeat that spell."
She could feel Jaxon's gaze upon her now like knives in her back. Although the korunnai remained silent for now, Pandæmonium knew the question burning in his brain. Tartarus was believed to already be dead. She knew better. |
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Post by Karnac on Jan 28, 2024 10:46:02 GMT -8
Karnac waited in silence after he spoke his piece. Part of him worried that his offer was than thrilling and enticing this go around. Soon, they began to speak, but once again, it was in the echani language, leaving him blind to what was being discussed. All he could do was hope his words gave them reason enough to come with him.
It was just a bit after that Pandæmonium stepped around Jaxon and addressed him. Thankful for her now carrying a calmer demeanor, he listened to her words. Her saber found its home at her waist as she took a step forward, further granting a sense of peace in the moment. It was then that the truth became revealed. The source did come from a single individual, though based on what he picked up, it wasn't something of intention and a price was paid for it. Once she had finished, he stood in silence, gathering his thoughts on the matter.
"I see. Bold and stupid tend to be the norm when seeking to press ahead in life. Always a gamble. Though, I wouldn't say I barged in and demanded anything. but that is merely my perspective. Truth is rarely so definite. Still, it matters not that only a single person generated that kind of power. I came and found all of you. Even the weakest would not be left behind. We may desire the strong, but the Sith Eternal is also a place to learn and grow, to become strong. Each role, each desire has importance and it is seen that all can grow. If one is willing to endure intense training and such, that is." He then crossed his arms. "Still, I would like to see him should you allow it."
He was able to pick up on the fact he wasn't well, whatever that meant. He also had caught the mention of our consequences. He knew not the specifics of the who or the why, but chose not to press the matter for the moment. |
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