Nysste
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Post by Nysste on Feb 9, 2014 16:51:26 GMT -8
A Rival Legend: Nysste Kelgar
Principal Author(s): Nysste
Who can post?: Nysste
Standard Rules?: Yes
Time Frame: During the next generation's Trial of Blood for the Kelgar Legacy
Summary: The event of Nysste's Trial of Blood, her ceremony and her self-given title of Sith.
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Nysste
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Post by Nysste on Feb 9, 2014 17:13:08 GMT -8
*Deep in the jungles of Drommund Kaas, the loud voices of several people could be heard if you venture far off the path to Kaas City. But if you did that... then you might be caught in the crossfire. A deadly trial was being prepared, one which only a single survivor could emerge. Stood behind a small podium was a man with grey hair and tattered clothes. He was the father, Mr. Hein Kelgar, and he was to organize this 'game' for his seven children. His tattered clothes were to represent his old age, if his hair was not an obvious token. Before him in the dark forest, were his six eldest sons, and his young daughter. He had never bothered to remember his sons after her birth. Centuries of the legacy being passed to ignorant men, such as himself, and now they have a fully trained woman. A woman who has dedicated herself to representing Kelgar family better than that of her ancestor. His sons were all the same. Mousy brown hair, blue eyes and a large muscular build. Every Kelgar male looked the same, but the daughter... she was an exact replica of the ideal female. The ideal ancestor, Nysste Kelgar. She stood there, observing her brothers while the boys had weapons drawn, blood ready to be spilt and anger filled to the brim. Hein was about to speak.*
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Nysste
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Post by Nysste on Feb 9, 2014 18:01:23 GMT -8
Hein:
"Ladie and Gentlemen! Your attention! You all know the risks it has taken to get all of you here safely, and even more of an issue to make you cooperate before the final word is spoken. All of you understand that everything and anything is usable during this Trial, but if you run for your life.. someone will be hunting you until you face them for the killing blow to your generation. Do not feel bad for Nysste my sons, for if she does not win... then she was not born of pure Kelgar blood. You may begin the death toll."
*With those words, sabers ignited and weapons were readied in an untimely fashion, with sibling attacking sibling. There were even a team-up of two against one, with betrayal lurking within both partners. Nysste had other plans. She watched as her brothers began to attack each other as she pulled out both of her warblades, ready for the fight. But no one was fighting. They were all looking at Nysste, expecting to recieve glory for killing her. All she could do was smirk at her demise. She began to laugh as they got closer and it became louder with each step they took. But when they were so certain about their glory, it was stripped away. One by one, each of her brothers were lifted off their feet, holding their necks for dear life. They began to choke and cough in the circle that surrounded the young Sith. One by one, Nysste struck her blades in her brother's stomachs, relishing the moment of proving herself against the odds. And once there was one left, she dropped him. He fell to his knees and began to plead for his life. He almost began to scream, but he was cut short as a blade sliced across his throat, dismantling his head from his body. The head flew off, bouncing off a tree and near the graves that had been made. Her father walked forward, but he stopped as she pointed a blade at him.*
Nysste:
"Arrogance should not be burried father. It should be torched to ashes and blown away!"
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Nysste
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Post by Nysste on Feb 9, 2014 19:05:47 GMT -8
*These words were burned into her father's ears as he stepped back to witness, what he considered, the impossible. Nysste rose her hands and took a deepbreath and then with a low continuos scream, she let the Force channel her fingers into pyres of lightning. The lightning shot out at the bodies around her and soon, she began to lift up into the air, hands at her sides with almost a better position to scorch the bodies to ashes. It only took a few momments for the bodies to burn, but once they did, Nysste released herself from this phase. Her father finally approached the young girl and bowed to her. She simply frowned in disgust at this action. He did not need to bow to her. She was not a Sith Lord... yet. The man only took out from the pouch he wore across his belt, two ancient lightsabers. He handed them to his daughter one at a time and she nodded. She rose her arms and held them over her head as he father began to chant ancient Sith. All of it was gibberish to her, but she expected she would learn it someday. Once he finished he only stared in Nysste's eyes as she lowered her arms. She never broke a sweat. She was trained in the Force. trained in the ways of both a warrior and a sorcerer. This Trial of Blood was nothing but a past relic.
Hein:
"If you truly wish to be Sith my dear... then take my life."
Nysste:
"You've got to be joking."
Hein:
"In every way, I mean this. Take my life. Spill my blood and sacrifice it to our ancestor. Sacrifice my body to the all and powerful Nysste Kelgar!"
Nysste:
"You waste your breath old man."
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Nysste
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Post by Nysste on Feb 10, 2014 18:28:09 GMT -8
*She ignited both blades and quickly stuck them into her father's chest, swiftly pulling them apart as her father was cut in half. Silence rang through the dark forest as rain began to fall once more. It evaporated at the touch of her blades and she sat down on a nearby log. Her robe wasn't even tattered or destroyed. No one of her family laid a finger on her, and yet she won the Trial of Blood and sacrificed her father. Yet there was just this empty feeling in her. She didn't feel sorry, but she wasn't happy. She was conflicted. What was she to do now? Sit in her fathers small home of a degenerate old Sith or take his starship and wander the galaxy for eternity, hoping something will guide her to her own legend? The only thing left for her was the starship, and an old holocron that was said only to be opened when the daughter was ready.*
"Argh! This is pointless! I shouldn't be sulking in this rain!
*She became angry with herself for thinking too deeply on her thoughts, or perhaps she was just mad that she was feeling weak. But Nysste could care less about her feelings, all she wanted was to use her anger as a weapon. She guessed the starship was her first step... after a bit of training. Perhaps she could even name herself Sith. Its not like it hasn't been done before.*
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