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Post by Whill Shaman Xixo on Apr 5, 2013 8:02:44 GMT -8
*Naga Sadow's tomb was built by the Massassi slaves of the ancient Sith Lord on the moon of Yavin 4 and was the actual resting place of Naga Sadow's physical remains.*
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Post by The Shepherd on Aug 3, 2015 21:34:52 GMT -8
Of the four main tombs in the Valley of the Dark Lords, Naga Sadow's was the deepest and most complicated. Not that it stopped Rutil Iorek's Squad D from taking it with speed and force. In fact, they had done so faster than any of the other commando squads dispatched to clear the tombs. But they were taken by the beauty of the crypt; compared to the valley proper, Naga Sadow's tomb was untouched, and it was still every bit as ornate and lavish as a Sith tomb ought to be. That didn't stop it from being dark and creepy, of course, but it still had a certain beauty to it that the squad leader could not deny. Knowing what she was about to do almost felt like a shame.
"This is Squad D, all clear."
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Post by Zuka Zammanee Tarkin on May 16, 2016 8:31:30 GMT -8
Zuka nodded with pleasure, he was pleased that Maedhros had taken the time to study his history. Zuka did notice that Maedhros left out a curcial part... " Ah, but you forget... Naga Sadow would have easily Empress Teta System, but he was over confident in his trust of the twin he had converted. Gav Daragon would later turn his fire upon Sadow's meditation chamber and disrupted his illusions... if he had listened to Kressh and executed the twins, then history would be different. Let's not forget that he left Sith space unprotected. My point here is don't forget the details, one minor overlook turned into a major event. Now, onward..." Zuka followed Maedhros deeper into the tomb...
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Post by Maedhros Or'dinii on May 20, 2016 14:30:10 GMT -8
Maedhros nodded yet continued to face front and on his guard. For he knew the kind of creatures that ruled the darkness of Korriban.
A small oversight, I was only paraphrasing. However the names of the two and that they were twins were lost too me. He would have conquered the galaxy if only he had patience. His wrecklessness brought his empire down before it had even started. The rivalry between him and Kreesh alone... He should have crushed him and gathered his strength...
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Post by Zuka Zammanee Tarkin on May 23, 2016 11:49:09 GMT -8
Zuka released a brief laugh after Maedhros' analysis of Sadow and Kressh. It was funny to him because Zuka didn't think Raven would have been so decisive as his grandson."I held much respect for your grandfather, but he would have done exactly what Sadow had done. I like your perspective on the matter, never lose that."Suddenly, Zuka felt a disturbance! Two Jedi emerged from the shadows both leaping with sabers ignited at both Zuka and Maedhros! Their eyes were bright yellow and their screams seemed to literally be visible in the air waves. Zuka reacted instantly and force pushed his assailant back against the stone wall to his side. Maedhros' attacker landed directly in front of him and swung his saber wildly, with each swing the demented Jedi yelled and screamed in terror.
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Post by Zuka Zammanee Tarkin on Jun 8, 2016 13:06:13 GMT -8
With Zuka's attacker crushed against the wall of the tomb he swiftly used his powers to crush the demented Jedi's chest cavity, ending the Jedi's life instantly. Maedhros struggled to parry his assailants blows, perhaps the tomb proved too distracting for the young Sith. As Maedhros fought the Jedi, Zuka examined his opponents corpse searching for clues as to who exactly they were. Growing impatient with his apprentices duel Zuka rose up in annoyance, but in that instant Maedhros was struck in the chest with his attackers light saber. Zuka stood in horror as he watched Maedhros fall to the tomb's cold stone floor. The screaming deranged Jedi leapt at Zuka and slashed his saber at him. With great concentration Zuka dodged the blows with various side steps and maneuvers. Enraged, Zuka spotted a moment to attack and with great power punched the Jedi in the chest and in a single motion removed the stunned Jedi's heart with his bare hands. After dropping the beating heart Zuka grabbed Meadhros' leg and began to drag him out of the tomb. Before leaving Zuka also grabbed his attacker by the leg as well and proceeded to drag both bodies out...
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Post by The Fallen on May 20, 2019 19:29:55 GMT -8
Ifrit's answer played a faint, although wicked smile upon the woman's lips. Mariah didn't need all the gritty details before offering a helping hand to her instructor for such a mission. Those who attempted to keep themselves from death would find an untimely end one way or another. If she could have a hand in sealing such a fate for this one, all the better."Good," she murmured quietly, her crimson gaze flickering upwards to glance at Ifrit. "His loss, our gain. The moment we land, I'll follow your lead." She had no need to take on a commanding role, to tell him the reverse and follow her own lead, or to instruct him to move quickly the moment they were landed. Ultimately, this was his mission, and he entrusted her as back-up. A strange scenario Mariah hadn't experienced in many a year, but nonetheless, he had guided her in her own goals over the many months prior. This was but one way she could repay the favor."Just don't hold it against me if I have a bit of fun while snatching away his pathetic soul and sending it back where it belongs." |
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Post by Deleted on May 20, 2019 20:03:56 GMT -8
Bara'duun's staff clicked against the stone as he exited the mouth of the tomb and came to a stop atop the long stone chiselled stair case that lead to the valley floor below. He had sensed his former apprentice's approach from orbit, and felt him draw closer and closer. From where he stood, Ifrit was barely visible beneath the Gozanti-class Cruiser that had touched down within the Valley. But his apprentice was not alone. Bara'duun could feel Tasradan aboard the cruiser, and the presence of a woman by Ifrit's side. Not one he had felt before either. Meaning it was not Tyrande.
He huffed, as he turned around and headed into the empty tomb. His other followers had all been killed. There was no one else left. Something Bara'duun intended to correct once he was done dealing with Ifrit's interference
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Post by Deleted on May 20, 2019 21:22:32 GMT -8
Even with Mariah's gaze forward as they broke atmosphere and descended towards the ground, she could sense the smirk that played on instructor's lips. It nearly dripped in his tones as he made mention that there were other things he’d rather hold against her later. Although she didn't meet his smirk with one of her own, it was enough to draw her gaze upwards to him again, and she shifted her weight onto the foot nearest him.
"Even more of a reason for you to make it back here with life and limb intact," she stated, her tone carrying a faint, dry amusement, "so I suppose I really do need to make sure you don't do anything reckless and get yourself killed."
By this point, Mariah had grown used to Ifrit's comments and learned to handle them with some sense of grace. At the very least, she learned to be nowhere near as hostile as the first time he had openly forced such a remark. While he descended the ship without a weapon on him, Mariah kept her usual three: a standard hilt hanging on her right hip and twin shotos on her left. So when Ifrit's question resounded, a sarcastic chuckle surfaced from his companion in this tricky endeavor.
"I have all I need," she answered. Her weapons. His spells. She was sure that, together, the two of them could crumble this tomb to appear as though it never existed had that been the goal. However, she couldn't help but make a quip at his weaponless person. "I take it that I'll be doing all of the heavy lifting this time, too, hmm?"
A presence seeped its way through the Force, a disturbance that drew her gaze off into the distance. With all jesting aside, it was an immediate reminder for her earlier meditations, and enough to immediately chip away at the superficial pieces of the confidence she exuded. With a low snarl to herself, Mariah's expression hardened.
Nodding her head towards Ifrit, she murmured, "Lead the way."
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Post by The Fallen on May 21, 2019 20:02:40 GMT -8
Ifrit smiled as Mariah looked up at him and shifted her weight over before making her remarks. There was not a single being in the galaxy that could describe the relationship shared by the pair as anything closely resembling normal. In fact, it was rather difficult to really define the relationship they had. Sure, there was the most obvious Instructor-Student relationship they had entered into a few months ago upon Sullust. But it had changed beyond that when they had shared a moment of intense physical pleasure. But not quite how most relationships worked. It had not created this immediate romantic connection like many experienced.
Instead, it had been part of a long process of evolution for Mariah as she slowly started to open up a little more. Her defences had seemed impenetrably, like someone bored with life. But he had more than proven that this life still had things left to entertain her. He had promised her as much, and it seemed like he had well and truly delivered. He knew there was still a long way to go, before he would ever get her free of that hardened view of the world that she held. But her response to his provocative suggestion proved that things were changing even now
Oh, I fully trust that you will make sure I survive... especially since life wouldn't be as fun without me...
When at last they had exited the ship and Mariah confirmed she had all that she needed, he could not help but grin at her comment about doing all of the heavy lifting. he raised his hand up toward her face, slowly curling his clawed fingers into a fist
Hah, I don't any weapons to carve out his cold dead black heart...
His smile fading then as he felt Bara'duun's presence moving about atop the staircase leading to the Tomb. He straightened up then, his wings flaring out as he abruptly scooped Mariah up in his arms. Without waiting for any kind of reaction, he flapped his wings and took off into the air to avoid wasting time climbing the stair case. Within half the time it would have taken, he landed on the platform and set Mariah down again. He folded his wings back down and strode into the tomb entrance, his Force Sight allowing him to clearly see Bara'duun despite the low lighting of the tomb
Bara'duun...
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Post by Deleted on May 21, 2019 20:27:17 GMT -8
The unmistakable sound of Ifrit's wings announced the arrival of his former apprentice. Bara'duun gripped his staff with both hands, his hunched over visage making him seem unusually decrepit. He grinned as he set his gaze upon Ifrit and the red haired woman that entered with him. Beyond the more physical dynamic the pair shared, there was a much deeper connection between them. A bond connecting them within the Force. However tentative and vulnerable it might be right now, Bara'duun suspected it would only grow with time. All the better for him to tear Ifrit from her life now
Ahhh.... My apprentice returns at last... And with a new toy by his side... You've finally come to kill me, huh? Hoping to surpass me and become a Sith at last? Maybe prove to the Blackguard that you are one of them?
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Post by Deleted on May 27, 2019 8:09:06 GMT -8
Sure enough, things were slowly yet steadily evolving within the crimson haired woman who stood by Ifrit's side, although to have her admit as much would take far worse than torture. Whether stubborn or ignorant of those changes happening around and within, Mariah still had a rather intense, black-and-white view of life. He was her instructor, and he had helped her break free from a certain bondage that held her back from accomplishing what she sought after. Whether or not it was an unexpected and unusual means to do so, her end goal had been accomplished. For now, that was the only point that mattered, even more so with a battle looming on the horizon.
Still, despite this hardened way of thinking, Mariah still remained vigilantly by Ifrit's side, even at the warning of imminent danger upon their arrival. Whether or not she agreed with his playful quip was left an unknown, though. At present, there were two defining points that kept her by his side. The first, he offered his expertise and knowledge to aid her in accomplishing her own goals, Thus, she would return the favor in providing her own to help achieve his. The second, there was still much more she had to learn from him and needed him alive and well.
Remaining otherwise silent, Mariah's only real response with a upwards twist of her lips into a dark smile at his mention of clawing out his old master's heart. Not like she had time to respond in any other way, anyway. Suddenly, Ifrit scooped her up into his arms, and she had nearly connected an elbow with his jaw in an instinctive protest. With the faintest of growls, she steadied her arm, though her hand remained clenched into a fist.
<< ...you know I prefer walking... >>
Her discontent echoed with crystal clarity within his mind, but there wasn't any time to linger upon it. The moment Ifrit landed and dropped her back to her feet, she could feel the presence of another, although the darkness of the tomb gave her very little to go off of when mortal senses were concerned. With few other options, Mariah allowed the Force to grant her sight, and although she was nowhere near as talented as Ifrit when it came to such things, she could still clearly make out the other hunched figure who approached. Once Bara'duun came into view, her soul demanded to strike out and finish this without the need for such a petty exchange. In her own answer to her foe's words, the smaller figure ignited of her red blade, which cast an eerie glow against her pale skin within the darkness. However, this was not her battle to fight, so she would stay her hand... at least for now. Ifrit would be the first to strike, and she would follow his lead.
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Post by The Fallen on Jun 6, 2019 19:33:48 GMT -8
...I know...
Was the only response he had given her as she made her feelings clear about having been flown to the top of the stairs. Perhaps under different circumstances he would have honored that request. But this was personal. And he would gladly take a few glowering looks and a elbow to the jaw as punishment for speeding them to their target.
Despite his master's best attempts to put on his decrepit look, Ifrit was not fooled. Not only did the Force reveal the illusion for what it was, but Ifrit had spent much time with the man previously. He had no intention of underestimating his former Master. Nor would he fall for the man's poor attempt at dun moch. A smirk graced his lips then, as he focused upon Bara'duun, sensing the ignition of Mariah's blade beside him
You are correct on at least one point... We have come to end your miserable life, once and for all... But I am no Sith... Not like you... Nor do I care for what the Blackguard thinks of me... They are all fools, deluded by their own dreams of power...
He held out his right hand then, lowering his face as if to look at it as he curled his fingers up into a fist. He had felt this moment coming ever since he had at last decided to finally tracked Bara'duun down
But neither am I a Jedi... A fact you well and truly saw to when you killed Tyrande... No... I am Fallen... Neither Jedi nor Sith... A being of darkness and light... a Dark Jedi... And now, I will show you your failure... You created the demon, but I caged and tamed it...
His tattoos and eyes began to blaze a brighter green as the shade of his skin darkened to almost a shadow. Ifrit's gaze lifting up to physically meet that of Bara'duun then
You are the only Sith here! And now I will do what should have been done long ago! DIE!
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2019 9:53:18 GMT -8
Bara'duun did not interrupt Ifrit's speech. As far as he was concerned, it was all meaningless drivel meant to try and impress him. It was a small concession that he would permit his former apprentice. After all, Bara'duun intended to win this fight and send the pair to the netherworld. Sensing that his illusion had failed, he tossed his staff aside and rose to his full height, just shy of matching Ifrit's own size. His robes slipped off his back then, revealing his bare green chest and the gnarled horn growths that sprouted from his back
Come then, Fallen... Do your worst!
As if on command, the red haired woman had rushed forward ahead of Ifrit. There was a look of death within those glazing red eyes that Bara'duun was all too familiar with. He swung his right hand forward, uttering a spell to send a ball of flame toward her. Even as she dodged it, his attention was drawn to Ifrit. The man having charged forward not long after Mariah had. Bara'duun let out a low growl as he also charged forward, meeting Ifrit halfway.
He dipped his right shoulder at the last moment, tackling into the Fallen's chest. He wrapped his arms around Ifrit's sides to get a good hold, using the momentum to lift his opponent off the ground. He started squeezing his arms together, muttering a spell to drain Ifrit of his power. He felt punch after punch land into his sides as Ifrit fought to escape. But Bara'duun was able to ignore the pain from the attacks. He let out a roar of pain then, jerking backwards as he felt Ifrit grip one of the horns and snap it in half.
His grip loosened then, allowing Ifrit to break free. Bara'duun taking a knee as he sensed the onrushing attack of Mariah. His hand shooting out just in time to produce a shield of Force energy as her blade came within striking distance. He pushed outward then, to put some distance between himself and the woman as he rounded on Ifrit with a punch toward the Dark Jedi's side. The blow connecting just enough to allow Bara'duun to rise back to his feet. The pair of titans trading punch for punch
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Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2019 18:53:20 GMT -8
As the saying went, don't bring a knife to a gunfight. In its own spin of things, Mariah felt that pressure as the two spellcasters took to their verbal assaults while she came blazing through with her crimson blade. Where Bara'duun decided to keep his attention focused on tearing down Ifrit, however, Mariah would play off and abuse her foe’s decision to the best of her ability. Her goal, after all, was not only to ensure her instructor’s survival, but to lock down his victory.
Bara'duun's Force Push sent Mariah sprawling back, but tumbling to the side, she put herself directly behind Ifrit. As the two traded blows, the smallest of the three outstretched her hand and sent a powerful wave in the Force to force the titans away from the other. With Ifrit's massive frame careening her way, she rushed, leaping over him and sending a wide, powerful overhead arc reigning down where Bara'duun landed.
She could hear the malice dripping from his low, rasped laughter as Bara'duun effortlessly blocked her blade with his bare hand, bathed in magicks she had time and time again witnessed from her mentor. Typical, she thought in her frustration as her crimson eyes burned into him. His brute strength was more than enough to push her blade to the side, and with his free hand, he uttered another fireball into existence. Prematurely, though, her free hand met his, and with a wicked grin of her own, she murmured quietly under her breath appeared to take hold and accept the blast willingly as it coated the entirety of her right arm with a orange-white fury.
Ifrit had gathered himself, and she could feel his presence rushing back to take hold of the fight. Tearing her hand from her opponents, she leaped high again, although this time kicking her feet over her head to create an illusion of floating over Ifrit as rushed to crash into Bara'duun yet again, no doubt to double down on his physical assault, backed by brute strength. Before he could reach his old master, however, Mariah released the spell, reflecting the sorcerer's flames back at him. The massive heat and power of the spell was far superior than what she could handle, leaving remnants of damage from the blaze. Mariah, however, revealed neither pain or discomfort as landed behind her mentor, her saber poised and ready for the next assault she could carve, to further wear down Ifrit's foe.
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Post by The Fallen on Jul 1, 2019 20:13:21 GMT -8
Ifrit had paused only a moment as the flames flew past him to consume Bara'duun. But despite the intensity of the inferno, the Sith Master emerged almost untouched. Not an unsurprising outcome considering the man's power, but Ifrit could not be faulted for hoping for a quick end to this fight. But no matter. He quickly gathered himself into a forward rush again, his fist hooking around into Bara'duuns side. The blow landing home and causing his opponent to stumble. Ifrit followed it with another strike into the opposite side, as he hit back and forth into the man's sides.
Ifrit then stumbled backwards as Bara'duun managed to get in an uppercut. He steadied himself, his wings flaring out to provide Mariah cover as she slipped around to his left. Ifrit clenched his hands as balls of green flame burst to life within them. They were both physically imposing creations. But, as masters of the arcane, this fight was bound to have a few spells thrown back and forth. He quickly tossed the pair of fires forward, Bara'duun turning his shoulder into them. His own protective barrier absorbing much of the damage.
With another muttered incantation, Ifrit stretched out his arms as lightening burst forth from his palms. The electricity arcing through the air as it tore up the stone floor. Bara'duun stretched out his own palms, preparing to deflect the raging current. But just moments before the strike landed, he was forced to turn to his side as Mariah struck out at him. His attention slipping just enough that he was sent flying backward through the air and crashed into a stone statue.
Ifrit took several paces forward as the statue crumbled into a pile of debris. He could tell this was not over yet, for the sole reason he could still feel Bara'duuns presence within the Force. A fact confirmed a few moments later as the pile of stone started shifting as Bara'duun emerged, several waves of energy quickly erupting from his hands toward Mariah. Ifrit moved himself in between his student and the attacks. his wings folding around to absorb the blasts.
He opened his wings then, muttering a new incantation, causing the stone and dust around Bara'duuns feet to start melting...
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2019 19:49:13 GMT -8
Bara'duun rushed clear of the melting debris before he could become trapped within. His rage clearly showing upon his face as he stared at Ifrit
Insolent whelp!
He leaned to the side as a new spell grazed past his chest and impacted the wall far behind. Rock chips filled the air for a few moments, but they served as little distraction from the attack that Mariah tried to launch. His hand quickly extending out to knock aside the saber blade. Forcing Mariah to pull free of the attack, as Bara'duun drew the force to himself, clenching his fists and raising them up. Before Ifrit could react and attack again, Bara'duun swiftly moved his arms to point his palms outwards. Sending out a massive shockwave that sent Ifrit flying through the wall. The stone breaking upon impact as the winged demon landed outside upon the platform infront of the tomb.
Bara'duun strode forward, his breathing hot and heavy from the effort exerted so far. His hand snapping forward to clutch Ifrit within an almost iron like grip
This fight is over... Now die like the dog that you are...
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2019 13:43:01 GMT -8
The shockwave had done more than push Ifrit back, but it sent Mariah sprawling back as well. Where Ifrit could do little but accept the blow, crumbling walls with his impressive stature, the crimson warrior’s more agile and petite frame allowed her a quick recovery. Twisting her body and commanding full control of her every movement, she dug her feet into the floor beneath her, until she felt the breaking point of her momentum. To the naked eye, she never stopped moving, as she swiftly lunged forward, tossing herself back into the fray. It was easy enough to sneak in under the behemoth’s arm, outstretched to ensnare Ifrit, and with a flick of her wrist, Mariah switched her grasp to make a clean, backhanded slash.
Going for his arm would have done little, as the protective spell flared upon the plasma blade’s impact, but with that precise slash, she was able to disrupt Bara’duun’s concentration for a split second, which was all she needed. Standing in the small space between the two, Mariah pushed out a wave through the Force, sending Ifrit back into the wall but more importantly, ripping him from Bara’duun’s grasp as the giant was forced back.
“Forgetting you face two foes today… How hurtful,” Mariah mocked, feigning disappointment.
Pull yourself together. I can’t protect you every time.
Her words would have resonated like a vibroknife through flesh in Ifrit’s mind. On a normal basis, she had no qualms with speaking her mind, no matter how sharp. On the battleground, though, her tones seemed to intensify tenfold. However, it would still do little to spur Ifrit onward, as the damage inflicted from the iron grasp had already taken its toll, leaving Ifrit weakened for the time being. She needed him to be the one who ended this, so without any other path to walk, Mariah rushed forward for a flurry of attacks, leaping and somersaulting around Bara’duun’s massive frame, all to simply distract him. Eventually, she could break through that protective spell if needed -- everything had its limit -- but Ifrit’s magicks against his old master’s would prove far more efficient. That, and she held no vendetta against this man, no matter how annoying he and his spells might be. This was Ifrit's fight to end. For now, she had no other option but to keep Bara’duun busy until Ifrit had the strength to gather himself for another barrage of spells.
Bara’duun, however, seemed to have other plans for both of them. With one impressive leap after another, she was like a gnat, always getting in the way, and the giant finally treated her like the small annoyance she was. With a wave of his hand, he took hold of her face to send her pommelling into the ground. Although a pest, perhaps this woman could still have a purpose for him in all of this.
With all the power he could muster, Ifrit rushed to throw himself back into the fight, all according to the dark sorcerer’s plan. Lifting his free hand, he incanted a spell, which in turn slowed Ifrit’s powerful strides as if he trudged through quicksand until he was locked in place, unable to move under the weight of the spell. Incanting that same spell, he confidently released the woman still locked in his hand, knowing his magicks would keep her and her beast ensnared as though the weight of the galaxy fell upon them.
“Perhaps you should consider sacrificing this one, so you can flee to safety, just like with Tyrande,” he taunted menacingly towards his former apprentice in a rasped growl, "but I’ll make sure you witness her death firsthand." He kicked the woman’s lightsaber out of her hand, the crimson blade retreating with a hiss before he addressed Mariah. "Let me peel off those wings of yours first, though, bug."
Sure enough, Mariah couldn’t pick herself up off the ground, with the magicks that surrounded her and nearly suffocated her under the pressure. The next sensation was an immense weight upon her thigh until a violent cracking screamed a pain like searing liquid through her body. Through clenched teeth, Mariah recoiled as she attempted to catch her cry as a snarl in her throat. However, one was followed by the other, snapped like a twig under Bara’duun’s foot, and her ear-shattering cry was released throughout the tomb.
Bara’duun sought to add insult to injury, to torture both of them in knowing that they were helpless under his spells, using Mariah’s physical pain as a catalyst for Ifrit’s torment. With that fact seeping deep into both their minds, he reached down to wrap his fingers around Mariah’s small throat, and in that iron grasp, he lifted Mariah into the air as if she hardly weighed more than a feather. Despite that death grasp upon the woman, though, Bara’duun locked an intense stare upon Ifrit, challenging him to do something, anything to save this woman who risked life and limb to fight alongside him here today.
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Post by The Fallen on Sept 18, 2019 17:53:18 GMT -8
Ifrit struggled beneath the invisible weight upon his shoulders, forcing him down onto one knee. Watching as Bara'duun tortured Mariah. Trapping her with the same spell, before breaking her legs. His former Master's words striking at him like well honed blades as the man picked up Mariah by her throat. Ifrit fell forward then, his right hand forming into a fist as it hit the ground. Ifrit's power started to falter then for a moment, as he started to feel the pain and suffering that Mariah was being put through. Bara'duun lauding his victory as he stood there
No! Today you will die!
His eyes blazed green with fire as the shadows enveloped his skin once more. His head rose up to meet Bara'duun's gaze. Green flames exploded out to form a ring around Ifrit then, as he pushed himself up onto his feet. With a roar of his voice, a bolt of fire struck forth towards Bara'duun. Cutting through the man's wrist that held Mariah. The fingers loosening on her neck as she fell to the ground, the spell letting up then. Bara'duun let out a cry of pain, cradling the smoking stump of flesh that had been his hand
How is this possible?!
Ifrit's lips pulled back into a smirk, his jagged teeth on full display. He strode forward slowly, the ring of flame rising up from the ground and dissipating
You underestimated my power... and my resolve... I was weak the last time you stole someone from me. But not this time... Mariah is mine! And you will not take her!
Ifrit closed the distance between himself and Bara'duun. His wings flaring out as his arm shot out to grip the man by the neck. His muscles bulging slightly as he lifted Bara'duun up off the ground. The Sith tried to struggle and free himself, but Ifrit's hold was too strong. His will would not be broken, not this time
Your time is up... It is time to send you back where you came from... NOW BURN!
Nooooo! NOOOOO!!
Ifrit muttered a spell then, before the green flames danced along his arm and spilled forth down into Bara'duun's body. consuming him from the inside out. The man's cries of pain and fear ringing out for a few moments within the air, before being choked out as his body was reduced to ash. Ifrit held out his palm then, as the skull-like holocron landed there. He snarled at the object, before placing it into a pocket. His eyes and skin returning to normal as he moved toward where Mariah was laid on the ground. He knelt down then, checking her over
Are you ok? Where are you hurt?
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The immense power that radiated off of Ifrit lured Mariah’s consciousness to remain tied to mortality. A split second longer and she was freed, her body crumbling to the ground. The weight and pressure of the spell still chained her body to it, but soon enough, it was burned away along with its caster. With a pained groan, Mariah picked her body up, forcing herself to sit up as Ifrit rushed to her. Her crimson hair was a muddled mess around her face, forcing Mariah to push it out of her eyes. There was an oddity about her, though, or perhaps a familiarity about her to one who knew her. Despite the happenings, her appearing near death, the searing pain that roared through her broken legs, Mariah was unperturbed. It was as if the silence after Bara’duum’s death heralded a lapse in time where he never existed to begin with.
[*] “Nu valia spresti su j'us is tave kitas nokyeya,” she spat under her breath.
Her words faded with another groan, her eyes narrowing to hide a faint wince as she lightly pressed a palm to one of her legs, both clearly fractured and snapped painfully out of place. Even more, the arm that supported her upright was burned up to her shoulder, the skin bubbled and peeled. The sight of them alone was enough to answer Ifrit’s questions without an actual answer, so Mariah simply pushed onward with the solution.
“Wait until the medbay,” she commanded firmly, remembering Ifrit had a habit of casting healing magicks without being asked. “I’m fine. I’d be better if you could somehow reverse time and snap bones back into place.”
That last part came muttered, the woman finalizing it with a frustrated huff. What Ifrit had come here for was accomplished. No matter her state, Bara’duum was dead, a chapter he needed closed. However, with his chapter ending, Mariah’s focus seemed to shift upwards, from her wounds to deeper inside the tomb, for a fraction of a second. As the peace from his death settled, the disturbance from earlier remained. What she assumed to be Bara’duum was proving otherwise. Mariah’s jaw locked, yet she said nothing about that wary feeling that lingered.
“Help me back to the ship,” she asked, regret clear in her tones for needing to ask for such assistance, “but keep us on the ground until further notice.”
[*] "I'll deal with you in the next lifetime."
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