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Post by Shaman Odin Alfodr on Feb 26, 2013 17:04:04 GMT -8
*The history is currently unknown.*
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Post by Jinso Buntini on Oct 19, 2013 7:12:26 GMT -8
A blip appeared at the edge of the planetary system as a single TIE/D Defender dropped out of hyperspace. Tiny hands steering the ship, while the body connected to them bounced about to the music blaring within the cockpit. With yellow beady eyes peering from underneath the lifesupport helmet, the Jawa guided the ship lower towards the planet.
"Just a crash, I'm delirious. You'd thought you'd only use me for the weekend."
A squeaky voice says, singing along to the odd pop rock music that the pilot favoured. Why he had come to Onderon was a mystery to the Jawa, but hey he never questioned the guidance of the Force before, and he wasn't about to now. An orange glow covered the front of the TIE/D as the ship began its decent towards the planet.
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Gaiscioch Dearg
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Post by Gaiscioch Dearg on Nov 14, 2014 17:09:00 GMT -8
Duxn's surface, somewhere in the vast jungle...
Gaiscioch Dearg pushed through branches and twigs, striding confidently through the jungle despite the noise he was making. The gargantuan Sith couldn't sneak if he tried, although he couldn't remember the last time that he actually did. Dearg knew that he could kill anything on this planet that dared try and attack him. He had proven it ever since he landed on Duxn a few months ago. When he had first landed, the moon's more stupid natural predators had believed he was a new delicacy. His lightsaber and vibroaxe had made short work of them. Malraas were fast and boma were large, but they were both powerless and soft in the face of a Sith. The Zakkeg gave him a slight workout, but they were rare in the areas he frequented, so far he only seen two. Of course there were other predators in the jungle as well. Yes Duxn was home to more than just animals. It always would be. There was dark power here, the planet served as the final resting place for an ancient Sith Lord by the name of Freedom Nadd. Many cults and Sith armies had settled here over the years hoping to gain power, find lost relics, perhaps even worship the long dead man turned god. They were never happy to see him either, they viewed him as a threat. Apparently any Sith that didn't swear allegiance to the man was a vile heretic that deserved to die. Even if the heretic was a long lost descendant of the man they currently worshiped. Gaiscioch Dearg had cut down many dirty men and women weilding blasters and prayers, a few weak Force users claiming to be Sith as well. None of them survived his own wrath. The Mandalorian remnants served as a slightly tougher challenge as long as they were in groups. Men and women trained to fight and kill since childhood. Apparently the small groups that settled here even had limited access to stealth technology. Dearg had stumbled into an ambush by them more than once. Sneaky bastards..
The old Lord of Wrath stepped into a clearing that he called home. No one had been here in his absence. The animals felt his dark presence and stayed away, and even the Mandalorians and crazed cultists knew better than to try and invade his area or to steal his things. Not after the first time they tried. A small personal shuttle sat in the area as well. He powered it on once every week or so to make it sure it still ran smoothly. Dearg had chosen to live her in solitude for the time being, but he never planned on being a stranded refugee. He didn't stay inside of it though. A small hut he had built with his hands served as him home. A small hut.. such a far stretch from the palace on Onderon that he had once ruled. It didn't matter though, he had slept in far worse over the many years he had existed. Bunking down on Raxus Prime may have been the worst. Gaiscioch Dearg did not know why he had decided to leave the planets that had once been under the control of the New Order of the Eye. His brothers, comrades, and rivals had all secret left on their own accord until he was the last. Dearg's thumb slide along the blade of a wicked looking vibroaxe as he wondered where Dragus was. He had to be alive.. Dearg himself had been unable to kill him which meant there was little in the galaxy that could. He shook his head and placed the axe aside. His solitude was coming to an end. He could feel it. He hadn't earned medals in war, and the titles Gaiscioch Dearg and the Lord of Wrath by living as a hermit. He needed purpose and action. There had to be contacts that still existed out there. There had to be a noble war to fight. Some Sith sect had to be fighting to eradicate the Jedi, or set down the Republic. Perhaps the Mandalorians needed to be reminded of their place as second most powerful. Something... Camping was starting to lose it's initial, peaceful, luster. But where... he needed to meditate.. to find somewhere or someone he could go to...
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Post by Gaiscioch Dearg on Nov 15, 2014 15:28:21 GMT -8
Duxn's surface. The Tomb of Freedom Nadd...
SSZZZZZZTTT!!!!
There was a soft thud as a seventh body fell to the soft earth, followed by silence that was broken only by the soft hum of a lightsaber. It was quiet around the immensely large mausoleum that was the final resting place of Freedom Nadd. Eerily so. This was another place that the animals avoided for there was an even greater dark presence here than back at his camp. Even the grass and trees stopped growing in a perfect circle around the tomb. The Mandalorians tended to give the place its privacy as well. Only those crazed worshipers ever came near the tomb, and only Dark Jedi and Sith ever went inside. Gaiscioch Dearg himself had only come here a handful of times before. There was great power here, but there was great danger as well. Being a descendant of the buried Sith Lord did not guarantee your safety here and Sith Lord had almost lost his life here before. It was a place that he regarded with reverence and caution. He ascended the front entrance, a giant ramp that that ended in a gaping entrance way. Dearg did not expect to meet anyone inside after the racket he had made outside, but the more careful he was the longer he would live on this moon. The air grew chilly as he passed through to the inside and his medically enhanced eyes began to adjust to the gloom. It only took a couple of seconds until he could see clearly and he began to venture deeper in. The Lord of Wrath ignored the many side passages that led into other sections and kept his course straight. His destination was the sarcophagus in the dead center of the tower. The tomb itself. Gaiscioch knew that his time on Duxn was going to come to an end soon, the Force was telling him that much. He thought a family visit was in order before he did. Some time meditating in a nexus of the darkside should make his path clear to him. He wanted answers and some kind of plan before taking off and leaving Duxn.
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Post by Gaiscioch Dearg on Dec 14, 2014 20:04:05 GMT -8
Duxn's surface. Inside the Tomb of Freedom Nadd...
Gaiscioch Dearg took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly, seething internally. The exit to the tomb lay a short distance ahead, but he dare not approach it. The fool Mandalorians had seen him going in, and decided to lay in wait for him to finish his business. The patient bastards had been content to wait hours while he completed his meditation just to ambush him upon his exit. Quick thinking and a last moment warning through the Force had caused him to raise his hand and deflect the blaster bolt. Using the Force protected his hand from burns, and the death that would follow, and gave him time to dive back into the tomb as another hail of blaster bolts came his way. Damned Mandalorians.. he could not believe they would be so brave. No. The Sith Lord could not believe that they could be so stupid! Did they really think that they could win? Did they really think that they could kill him? They considered themselves the elite, but what were they next to a Sith Lord? NOTHING!! They were absolutely nothing to the menace known as Gaiscioch Dearg. The Lord of Wrath and enforcer of the New Order of the Eye, and the Warriors of the Iron Fist both! His spade sized hands began to tremble with rage and his vision began to cloud over. He could picture killing them with his bare hands, beating them down with his fists just to prove to them how pathetic their fancy weapons and armour were to him. Gaiscioch Dearg had been kind enough to let them live so far. They had viewed him as prey when he had first landed, and the Dark Lord had put them in their place and left them alone after that. It seemed that instead of being grateful, they plotted and spied, and waited for an opportunity to kill him. Waiting until they had him in a vulnerable position to make him an easy target. Gaiscioch Dearg was never an easy target. He had slain Sith Lords and held his own against Jedi Masters when he had only one arm! These Mandalorians were dead already.. they sealed their own doom when they got in position to kill him. Dearg was going to rend them limb from limb...
He inhaled deeply once more, brought the great power of the Force to his command ... and pushed his medically enhanced legs forward at an incredible speed... and let out that breath!!
RRRRAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!
The Mandalorians opened fire as the Sith Lord blurred through the door... the shots missed. No one ever expected the gargantuan man to be able to move fast, even other Force sensitives. Most people did not know that Gaiscioch Dearg had a life before the darkness enveloped him, and he used that to his advantage. His lightsaber flared to life in a blase of glory and he immediately hurled it in the direction of a life force beyond his vision. He ran in a random pattern and tugged his spiked vibroaxe out of its sheathe on his back. At this point the closest enemy was switching to a pistol to deal with the close quarters situation. He was almost fast enough... almost. The soldier was allowed a moment to scream in pain before his life ended. Dearg still sensed danger. He rolled to the side and held out his hand, his trusted lightsaber returning and slapping into his waiting palm. A few defensive parries saw a flurry of blaster bolts returned to their point of origin. One more life force faded from his senses. The hum of his lightsaber echoed around him as he stood in a defensive position. There were still a few more targets in the jungle around him, but they were playing a different game. No longer intended to kill him by overwhelming him with blasters. They were probably communicating with each other, their helmets giving them privacy. He turned his head slowly straining his eyes and ears while also probing with the Force. They were only making it worse on themselves.. the longer this fight lasted the angrier, and therefore more powerful, he became..
The Force pulled his body around as a blue and white blur launched itself at him. A glittering knife in his hand. Gaiscioch Dearg brought his lightsaber around in a solid arc and gave a satisfying grunt as it connected with his enemy's wrist..... where it met a cortosis weave. The extremely rare and resilient material stopped his lightsaber from slicing off that Mandalorians hand at the wrist, but the kinetic force still knocked his knife off course. The two combatants stumbled slightly from the exchange and it forced the dark warrior to side step and turn his lightsaber on the second, and last, contender for his life. This one wielding a vibrosword and stabbing for his ribs. His lightsaber batted away the sword, and Dearg took his left hand away from his lightsaber to release the Force as a telekinetic blast. As the first soldier was blasted away he turned his attention back to the second annoyance. This one's sword was back in position, and the wielder was attempting to overwhelm him with rapid blows to his body. Sparks flew as Gaiscioch's lightsaber met each blow, turning them aside. He moved his feet methodically, maneuvering his duel so that he could keep his opponents partner in view. He did not want to be stabbed in the back by that knife. His lightsaber continued to keep the other's blade at bay while he began to build up his Force energy once more. After a few moments Dearg roared out loud once more and sent another wave outwards, flinging both of the Mandalorians back off their feet. Dearg's arms dropped, this fight was over. With an almost casualness he flicked his lightsaber with his wrist and sent it spinning into the chest of one armoured pest. With an outstretched arm and a gentle pull with the Force, Dearg's vibroaxe returned to him, still dripping the blood of its previous victim.. Gaiscioch Dearg silently walked up to the figure that had managed to rise to a knee. His emotionless helmet staring at him in defiance. There would be no cries or begging for mercy from this one. Mandalorians were tougher than their fabled iron. The only sound came from the soft whistle of his axe as it descended.......
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Post by Gaiscioch Dearg on Jan 18, 2015 19:58:26 GMT -8
{Duxn's surface, Gaiscioch Dearg's home}
Gaiscioch Dearg reached the clearing that he had claimed months ago and stopped to take a breath. His walk had not stopped or slowed since his run in with the Mandalorian assassins. It was time to take his leave of Duxn for now. He had found a fight again, even if it was a small and petty one. Those armoured pests were no longer here, this was a Sith's planet not theirs and he would force them off. He could not do it in his present situation however. Gaiscioch Dearg was immensely powerful, but even he was not so prideful to believe he could single handedly take on the entire compound. If he wanted to root out the intruders of Duxn then he would need numbers on his side. Soldiers, perhaps even more Sith. Gaiscioch Dearg sighed, he knew that wishing was useless but he still couldn't help but remember when he had hundreds of thousands of soldiers at his command. That or hundreds of Sith from the temples. Those days were long gone however and so he pushed the thought of his mind. He had another plan that would bring him the power that he would need. There was another way to get the man power to reclaim Duxn and put him back into a position of power. He just needed to decide how to go about it. The sinister Sith was not one to go about things in a subtle manner like many of his cohorts had been. In fact he was the one when they decided against their ways and opted to use force instead. He could use persuasion and presence to accomplish his goals, he wasn't against that sort of tactic by any means. He may be a warlord but even he knew negotiating to could end wars as fast as an orbital bombardment. So he was not above laying out his terms. If they happened to not be well received.. well then he would have to get violent and ensure that his demands would be met..
Dearg unlocked the door to his small home and looked at his sparse belongings. It would not take long to pack his belongings and erase his presence from here. He left long enough to take some duffel bags and footlockers from the shuttle and place them by the exit to his hut. He moved quickly and methodically, packing clothing, food, bedding, toiletries, weapons, and other small odds and ends that he had taken with him. He paused as he picked up a small holocron. A small device created by a long dead force user to store their memories and knowledge to pass on to future Jedi or Sith that happened across it. This one had been been in possession of one of the cultists that had set up camp near Freedom Nadd's tomb. He hefted it once and wrapped it carefully in a cloak. The Dark Jedi inside was tiresome, but she actually had a few interesting stories to tell, and some secrets to bestow. His notes went into a bag with it soon after. At least his trip here had not been useless. It would be interesting to see what was laying around the Mandalorian camps after he finished hunting them down. They weren't brutes after all and gathered all kinds of things. Some of it may be useful to him or his new army. Dearg grinned as he placed the last of his belongings into a trunk and sealed it. It wasn't long before he had everything in his shuttle, tucked away securely so they would not shift in flight. He made his way to the cockpit and strapped himself into the pilots seat. It was finally time to go. His activation chip and codes brought a slow rumble from the engines and lights began to come on all over the small ship. A tap of the thrusters and a pull on the joysticks saw the vehicle lift off the ground and take flight. He swung the ship around to face the place that he had called home for quite some time. His place of solitude since the New Order of the Eye and the Warriors of the Iron Fists all went their separate ways... Gaiscioch Dearg squeezed the triggers under his fingers and the two laser cannons on the front of the shuttle blazed to life, turning the place to a soldering pile of ash.
{Open orbit}
Onderon filled his viewports almost immediately after breaking the atmosphere around Duxn. It was so close that the two planetoids practically shared an atmosphere. Gaiscioch Dearg had not been there in years, not since he had ruled it as King. Not since Dragus had killed him in one of his previous bodies. He was returning now after their unplanned separation with every intention of reclaiming his throne. What better way to build an army and wipe out the Mandalorian company on Duxn? The people of Onderon had always lived in fear of the outlaws and ruffians living upon the moon so close to them. It would not take very much to stir their fear into blind hatred. A few months of speeches, a little military training and he would transform them back into the fighting force that he had made them back in his days on the throne. In fact.. Gaiscioch Dearg was planning to put himself back on that throne. He was sure it was occupied again, but what would they do to stand against him? Once he was King of Onderon once more then he would have full access to the military and royal bank accounts. His revenge would be enacted and once it was finished he could focus on Onderon. He could live in a castle again, surround himself with servants instead of trees. Be served his meals instead of hunting them. It would be fun. Perhaps Onderon would expand.. something it had not done in centuries. He was getting ahead of himself. He pushed the thrusters harder and sped towards the planet. He would wait patiently for clearance to land, then make his way to palace. That was step one. Every plan had to start somewhere and he was ready to begin his...
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Post by Gaiscioch Dearg on Jan 7, 2016 9:48:13 GMT -8
Continued from IzizGaiscioch Dearg stood upon the bridge of a dusty Pellaeon-class Star Destroyer. One of his own from when he had ruled this planet previously. The powerful warship had been mothballed planetside for the past few years by a group of Onderonian officials who had been too afraid to use or sell it. Now it was his again and he was going to use it to investigate the appearance of An Tiarna Dubh on Manaan. The King had been given a few updates in the few hours it had taken to get his spacecraft back into orbit. Apparently the old man was reviving the Warriors of the Iron Fists and was rebuilding what looked like the golden days. Not everyone seemed to agree that this was a good thing however, and Ahto city was currently under attack. It looked like an absolute mess, and Dearg was not happy about walking straight into the front door. He glanced at the reports he had requested on the state of the ship. Everything was functioning properly, but it was pushing slowly. If there was a battle over Manaan he would not be able to command the ship very aggressively. Onderon did not have a lot of trained crew at the moment so his sole ship was running on the bare minimum required. A lot was happening too quickly. HIs take over of this planet was not even days old yet, and now he was leaving with the one warship in the system to enter a fight. The warrior in him was enjoying himself he supposed, but the calculated Sith and ruler he had become did not like this at all. A smart man would stay here and fortify his own position and power before rushing off like this. Dearg was going to let this go ignored however, especially with the planet under attack. Perhaps it was nostalgia, maybe it was the calling of a past life encouraging him to close that chapter of his life for good. Whatever it was, he was diving in head first to meet whatever was happening. His eyes drifted back to the viewports as he felt the ship accelerate and watched as the stars lengthened into the realm of hyperspace...
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 12, 2016 15:11:29 GMT -8
*A Sentinel broke into orbit from hyperspace. Moving along quickly it headed for the surface* |
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Post by Epona Dubh on Feb 12, 2016 18:35:51 GMT -8
*Breaking into orbit from the surface a Sentinel quickly made the jump to hyperspace*
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2017 20:52:57 GMT -8
Aboard The Silent Observer
As the aggressor assault fighter known as The Silent Observer exited Hyperspace, Witwer thought about his mission. His mission was the search for a powerful sith amulet, the amulet was said to be powerful with the darkside. While the other members of the Blackguard were on a hunt for relics on Mustafar, he would be searching for the amulet in its last known location. Witwer engaged The silent Observer's stealth drive so that the Onderon's security force won't be able to track his movements while he's searching for the Amulet. With that Witwer began his descent towards the planet.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2017 15:47:30 GMT -8
Aboard the Silent Observer, leaving Onderon's surface.
As Witwer left the surface he could feel the darkside of the force call to him. It became stronger the closer he got to the Dxun moon. He knew it in his bones that the Amulet of Abraxas was on Dxun, but what awaited him once he reached the surface that still remained unclear. It was almost as if something a someone was trying and succeeded in clouding his senses. This troubled Witwer, but he gathered his wits and calmed his mind and soul and proceeded to descend down to the surface of Dxun.
A Clearing, Dxun surface
Exiting his ship Witwer walked around the perimeter to try to get a sense of what direction he should take. While trying to do so he could feel a powerful connection to the darkside, so Witwer decided to follow the connection of darkside energy back to its source in hopes of finding the Amulet of Abraxas. He began to head North of the clearing, he had a feeling that something marvelous was about to occur and it would be something that he wouldn't want to miss. Witwer activated a small probe droid that he retrofitted to record his findings, this way he could save the moment of discovery and relive the moment over and over again. The further he walked into the forest the more he began to feel as if something dark was at work making sure he wouldn't reach the Amulet, just as the thought came into his mind he realized that he was back at the clearing. A puzzle he thought, away to stop those unworthy of the power of the Amulet or was it something far more sinister. Witwer kneeled at the path he went through and began to meditate, he was hoping that something would became clear after doing so.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2017 16:57:54 GMT -8
A Clearing, Dxun surface
As Witwer meditates he could begin to sense the exact direction he needed to go, but he decided to use multiply force illusions of himself and send them in all directions and then he would follow the one that made it through the puzzle that laid before him. He began to calm his mind and began to summon five Force illusions of him and they proceeded to run in all four cardinal directions. Witwer was using the force to see through the eyes of the illusion in hopes of figuring out the puzzle should this plan fail. Several minutes later Witwer could see three illusions reentering the clearing, he let loose a smirk not that anyone could see it. He stood up and dispensed the illusions and proceeded to head West as that was the only direction the force illusion didn't come back to the clearing. While walking through the forest Witwer began to sense a dark presence nearby and then he walked into another clearing this time in the middle of the clearing was an old abandoned temple. Before he entered Witwer thought about the puzzle he went through, If any non-force sensitive tried to find the temple they would have most likely have ended up going in circles. And if there was one puzzle then there will be more. I must keep my wits about, while inside the temple.With the thought now gone Witwer entered the temple, unaware of the traps and riddles that awaited him.
Old Abandoned Temple, Dxun
Witwer walked through the temple with nothing happening, then he entered a room and the door behind him closed. Startled Witwer activated his lightsaber and spun around ready for a surprise attack, he then looked around the room lightsaber still on. He could see nothing the room was completely empty, then the all of the lights in the the now sealed room began to fade away into darkness. Soon the only light in the room was the purple glow emitting from his lightsaber. Witwer could feel his heartbeat race, This had to be some sort of riddle he thought, but what kind of riddle. It had to something simple, he walked through the events in is mind. First the door sealed, which caused him to activate his lightsaber next the lights faded away into darkness. Of course it's simple he thought the answer to this riddle is to embrace the darkness.With that he deactivated his lightsaber, now the room was completely dark, a few seconds later the door at the opposite end of the room opened with bright light penetrating the darkness. Witwer walked out of the first room and into the next.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2017 18:20:15 GMT -8
Second room, Old Abandoned Temple, Dxun
As Witwer entered the second room the door behind him closed, This again he thought.He proceeded to walk further into the room, taking one more step forward he ended up stepping on a activation switch. Then spears made of phrik sprung up from the floor and the walls nearly impaling Witwer, this caused him to take a few steps back. He watched as the spears went back into their starting position. Curious he thought, an old style of trap which causes the person to get impaled should they step on the wrong stop. He observed the spears come out of their hidden location, then re-enter them. A few minutes later they did this again and again, all the while Witwer watched looking for any kind of patten. After the fifth time he realized that there was no patten. So this is not only a trap but also a riddle, he thought. After awhile of thinking everything through Witwer closed his eye and began to walk through the room without any spears impaling him, once he was at the other end he open his eye and saw the door in front of him open without delay he walked through it and entered the third room.
Third Room, Old Abondedon Temple, Dxun
while walking further into the third room Witwer thought about the answers to the riddles so far. In the first room you had to embrace the darkness, and in the second you had to trust the force and let it guide you. This was strange, he thought to himself.
The answer to the riddles were things that went against the teaching of both Sith and Jedi, it was like the riddles and traps were designed to only to be able to get through by follow both the light and the dark. This notion was even stranger when Witwer thought about, clearly Abraxas didn't build the temple. It had to be someone who followed the teaching of both light and dark.Witwer's thought was cut short when the room began to glow bright, so bright that it blinded Witwer for a moment. Once his eyes readjusted he noticed that his cybernetic arm was gone and his real arm was in its place. He walked over to a mirror and noticed that he was also missing his cybernetic mask, but he still had on his white tunic. He touched his left side of his face with his right hand and realized that his mask was still there. For a split second he was disappointed and then relieved. This was another riddle or a trap maybe it was both like the previous room, he thought. He then noticed other people appearing all round him, most of the people he didn't recognize. The only person he recognized was his old master. He began to speak to Witwer.
Hello my apprentice. Why are you here? Have you forgotten your training?
"I'm here for the Amulet, and no I haven't forgotten. I have just embraced my true self, I can see past this cheap illusion."
Witwer closed his eyes and when he opened his right eye he was back to normal. The Force illusion of his master was still before him.
No! You have only embraced the darkness, I trained you better than this. I should have known a pathetic student such as yourself would fall into darkness, you are my biggest failure.
"The thing is my old master, you died the way you lived afeared of the darkness. Me, I did embrace the darkness for that was the only way to get a better understanding of it."
If I knew that you would fall, I would have ended the pathetic excuse that you call your life.
"You would have failed that as well. You mean nothing to me, you are an Illusion of a dead man who failed in life."
Witwer activated his lightsaber and stabbed the force illusion of his old master. The illusion disappeared and the door at the end of the room opened.So the third riddle was more of a puzzle. Facing someone from your past, he thought to himself. Witwer deactivated his lightsaber and enter the next room.
The Amulet Chamber room, Old Abandoned Temple, Dxun
Walking into the room Witwer could tell that this was the final room for in the center was the Amulet of Abraxas setting on a pedestal. Before moving further Witwer decided to take the time and examine the room from where he was standing, since he didn't know what kind of traps were in around the Amulet. He was sure that there could be a few.
FREE ME NOW
The Voice that he heard on Onderon was back, this proved his theory that Kivar Abraxas was still connection to the amulet somehow. With his theory now confirmed Witwer began to walk towards the Amulet, ready for any trap or riddle that awaited him.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2018 11:57:05 GMT -8
The Amulet Chamber room, Old Abandoned Temple, Dxun
Witwer walked over to the amulet and lift it up off of its display stand, once he had the amulet in hand the pedestal where the amulet was sitting opened up and a casket began to raise up from inside of the floor. Witwer soon realized what the casket was, it was an Oubliette a stasis casket used by the sith to keep themselves alive for thousands of years. So that's it, Witwer thought. Kivar's essence is trapped within the amulet while his body is being kept alive by the Oubliette. Witwer examined the body within the Oubliette, it appeared to encased in old sith sorcerer armor, red and black in color with some type of crystals integrated in the armor. He couldn't tell what type of crystal though.
You will free me NOW
"If I do, will you give me what I sought?
Of course, NOW FREE ME
WItwer raised his arm with the amulet so that it was hanging in front of the Oubliette. Somehow he knew what needed to be done in order to free Kivar's essence, it was like someone was showing him images of the steps with in his mind. Witwer raised his other arm and began to focus the force in that arm. Once he had enough power built up he released it in the form of the force power known as Electric Judgement. The lighting seemed to go through the amulet's stone setting and into the Oubliette. After the lighting had gone through the amulet and into the status casket there was a moment of pure silence then suddenly an explosion within the force. It sent Witwer flying backwards a few feet knocking him unconscious. All the while the Oubliette opened.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2018 12:13:06 GMT -8
The Amulet Chamber room, Old Abandoned Temple, Dxun
As the Oubliette opened Kivar stepped out nearly falling over, for it had been several thousand years since he had been in a body.
He moved his shoulders and arms around trying to get use to having a body again, he then moved his left hand in the air and summoned some force lighting.
His lighting hit the wall of the chamber and only left a few burn marks on it. Damn it he thought, not up to full strength well at least not yet. He moved away from the center of the room, looking for a secret passage, Kivar was still getting used to seeing through his own eyes and not through the force. It seemed as if everything looked different, getting frustrated Kivar unleashed a powerful blast of telekinetic force power. The blast ended up hitting the wall causing it to crumble to dust revealing a metal wall which would be the wall of the hidden passage. As Kivar began to walk over to the now revealed passage he could hear a slight moan. Right, I almost forgot about him, he thought. Kivar turned around so that he was facing the unconscious man, who was now waking up. Kivar began laughing a disturbing laugh, a laugh that most would say belonged to a psychopath.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2018 12:23:19 GMT -8
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Barely able to stand up Witwer noticed that the body from Oubliette was up and moving about. Trying to get his internal balance back, he decided to try and stall incase he needed to defend himself. If Kivar decided to attack right now, he didn't know if he would be able to survive the attack. Looking down he quickly realized that he still had the Amulet, perhaps he could use it. Although he didn't know if he the strength needed to activate it or not. Engaging in a lightsaber duel with this man would be foolish at best. Maybe he could talk his way out, although he seriously doubted that he could but he needed to try something.
"Now that you're free where is my desire?"
Witwer began to prepare himself for whatever may happen next, his gut told him that it wouldn't be good.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2018 12:33:31 GMT -8
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Kivar listened to the man who freed him, and all he could do was let out a laugh. He really wanted to test out his power on an actually person, testing them out on walls were one thing but they didn't scream in agonizing pain when attacked. It wasn't like he could kill the man, Kivar knew that he didn't have his full strength back at least not yet.
"What you desire you say? Well so be it"
With that said Kivar began to levitate and focusing his power so that he may unleash a powerful storm of force lighting. A few seconds later he raised both arms in the air and unleashed his storm. He could see the lighting hitting the walls, floors and the ceiling as well as heading towards the man who brought him back to the Galaxy.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2018 12:44:45 GMT -8
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Witwer couldn't do anything to move out of the radius of Kivar's force storm. He tried to run forward, but he was struck by the storm. It was so powerful that Witwer fall to his knees letting out a scream of agonizing pain. It seemed that once he was struck the storm stopped, Witwer could tell by his breathing that he severely injured. After being hit by the force storm there was only one thing that Witwer wanted to know.
"Why.... did...you.....do...it?"
Witwer could hardly speak due to his injuries. Witwer remembered that he could use the amulet to stop Kivar, but he could not left his cybernetic arm the storm must have short circuited something, great he thought. It was taking all of his strength just to keep his eye open and himself awake.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2018 12:53:53 GMT -8
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Kivar listened to the machinic weezing that was the man breathing, he was impressed the man was still awake after that. His must be more weak than he first thought. As for the man's question, Kivar thought for a few seconds before giving his response.
"Why you ask, because I could"
Kivar raised his left hand and began to focus his power so that he could perform a modified version of Qâzoi Kyantuska. Once Kivar was finished gathering the force, he unleashed it at the cybernetically enhanced man.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2018 13:03:37 GMT -8
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Witwer could not believe what he just heard and he didn't have time to say anything else for a ball of red and black energy was coming straight at him. I can't move, this is good he thought. Witwer unable to stand pressed a hidden button on his cybernetic arm, which would activate his recovery beacon. Hopefully someone would get it, he never had a chance to test the beacon.
With that last thought the red and black ball of force energy that kivar had unleashed engulfed Witwer's entire head, all that could heard throughout the temple was the agonizing screams of Lord Znalost before the ball of energy dissipated. Witwer than collapsed waiting for someone to answer his recovery beacon.
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