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Post by Kr'Naan'Kar on Oct 2, 2023 13:18:19 GMT -8
White hot rage filled within the Tusken youngling as the offer of the back of her master's hand for the servant to show respect was ignored. Her hatred of their host, barely contained already, focused in its entirety onto this poor, suspecting soul. As Kr'Naan began to pick up her walking pace as her vision began to tunnel, a clawed hand blocked her path momentarily. In an instant her vision cleared, her master using his power to distract the man while he worked to form a weapon for the eager sand flea. Kr'Naan accepted the garrote that Dragus had produced and handed to her with almost a twinkle in his eye.
Time slowed for the Tusken as she took each handle in hand, tightening her grip and stalked her victim. But as she drew closer she lost control, letting out a boisterous battle cry. The human looked up from his boot straps only to see a robed Tusken child leaping at him. Dumbstruck by surprise and the crouched knelt position not conducive to the best movement, so even when he attempted to raise his arms up in defense, the attacking Tusken girl had already looped the Force-strengthened hair wire around his throat. To help with her small stature she spun around, twisting the wire but also allowing her to pull down instead of back as she was now back to back with the reservist worker, pressing against his back and pulling with all her arms could muster.
The reservist stood up, but the Tusken only pulled harder, causing his gait to bend backwards at the knees. By luck a few fingers had made it between between his throat and the garrote. Already his eyes were bulging, but he was not done yet. As choking gasps were all that would come pass by his lips, his other hand began to reach down to a large hunting knife at his hip. Kr'Naan threw a backward kicked at back of his knee, causing the already strained limb to collapse, allowing Kr'Naan to spin the human around until he was facedown on the ground.
The Tusken now stood upon the back of the human, her booted feet on his head and at the base of his neck. With all of her might she then pulled upward. The game reservist had reached the knife, but could only flail it around useless as Kr'Naan moved her foot from the base of his neck to his arm, still pulling. Panicked rasping screams became squelching became sickening snaps as the wire worked its way from the front of the man's throat clear through. Kr'Naan flew back as the last bit of skin gave way, causing her to fly backwards and land on her backside quite painfully.
Getting up and moving over to inspect her kill, Kr'Naan kicked over the head in the puddle of blood. Beneath the head, near the hand where some of the man's fingers had managed to get between the hair-wire and his throat, were the tips of said fingers, cut through just as his neck had been. As Kr'Naan stood over the body the script on her glowed momentarily as it magicks weaved into the mask gave it the power, unknown to the Tusken child, to absorb the last moments of life energy from the game reservist and transfer it to the deranged dune dweller. All Kr'Naan could do was stand there victoriously, hands and arms trembling from the force it had taken to overpower the, by comparison, larger being.
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Post by Dragus on Oct 3, 2023 6:11:20 GMT -8
Watching his darling dune daughter make murder right in front of him nearly elicited a tear from the cruel crocodile's bloody right eye, causing him to blink away the forming moisture before it settled into a single bead and stifled a sniffle as it formed in his phlegm-filled nostrils, instead opting to enjoy the show with a spreading grin dripping with scalding salivation. They grow up so fast. He still remembered the filthy lithe little thing he had hurried through the sewers of Nar Shaddaa, now a strong armed assassin, pulling with all her might until... SSSHHIIIKKK! The wiry whisker sliced through the meat of the man's neck and came out the other side, decapitating the reservist in a brilliant display of physical strength from his sand squire. What went unseen were the dark etheric tendrils leaching the ebbing life-force into the spells woven into the mask she wore, feeding the awful artifice while simultaneously suffusing the harvested energy through her Force starved body. The black scaled barabel's lips peeled back almost ferally, satisfied with the results of his alchemical labours.
The mask would work, and in time, Wart would be restored. It would take a great deal of murder committed by her hand, assuming its application was limited to intimate kills such as he had just witnessed. Would it channel the collective energies of a continent split apart by turbolaser fire directed by her hand? He couldn't yet say; there was still some testing to be done. For now though, he was pleased beyond measure with his work.
Striking from behind like a viper lunging at its prey, the prestigious predator's bladed tail tip plunged into the head floating in the expanding pool of quickly cooling blood, punching a hole through the top of its flesh covered skull. A following flick caused the ultrasonic vibration generator concealed inside the spike's Sith iron innards to switch on, scrambling the human's brain into a steaming grey slurry, blending its gooey goodness into a savoury smoothie. When finished he retracted his tail and extended his right claw, summoning the decapitated head into his outstretched hand with a telekinetic tug, until it slapped into his waiting palm. Curling fingers talons sunk into the meat, squeezing the jelly from the eyes as he held the disembodied head as one might a bowling ball. His left claw rifled around in his satchel until he wrapped his talons around the smooth cylindrical hilt of a hollowed out lightsaber, which the Blood Wyrm used often in place of a disposable straw. Dragus eschewed single use plastic straws, as they tended to get caught in the throats and nostrils of the ewoks he so adored. At the same time, he believed firmly that those useless paper straws were a slight against the Eye that must be the result of some evil Jedi plot. Thus, he carried a reusable metal straw made from the lightsaber hilt of a former and quite delicious apprentice. He plopped the straw into the skull and sealed his scaled lips around the other end, slurping up the sumptuous grey matter into his starving gullet.
"A bit bland." He admitted, smacking his jaws as congealed brain sprayed from his lisping lips, spattering the back of the headless corpse. "You can tell thiz one wasssn't a deep thinker." Truth be told, he was a bit spoiled these days. Once you tried Kaminoan brains, human hardly compared.
Delighted by the bloodshed, Lil'Bacca and Lil'Mort splashed and played in the puddle of blood, matting up their fur in expiring corpse juice. They fought over the finger tips, enjoying the way they crunched beneath their bicuspids. As for the remaining body, well, even Boneripper got in on the action. The massive mountainous mole-man picked up the headless cadaver by the legs and split the body straight down the middle, tearing it into to easier to eat halves which it lowered one at time into its expanding jaws. Dragus nodded approvingly, taking another scrumptious sip of blended brains. It seemed they wouldn't need to stop for lunch after all. Tucking the decapitated head beneath his left shoulder, the sated Hungering One scooped down to pick up a map of the game reserve that had fallen from the human's pocket during the scuffle. He passed the scrap of frayed parchment to the burlier bear, who unfolded it whilst coating the edges in bloody paw prints. Lil'Mort's emaciated form leaned in over the one-eyed bears fuzzy shoulder, scanning the map and quickly ascertaining the best path through the woods.
"Let'z be off then, my prettiez." Growled the drake lord as the blood burps began to set in. "A walk should help to sssettle our stomachz." A groaning lurch sounded behind them as the towering ranat ogre had already piled their luggage onto a trophy rack comprised of bone and sinew affixed to its broad backside.
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Post by Kr'Naan'Kar on Oct 20, 2023 12:12:23 GMT -8
Bending down to dip the tip of her finger into some of the trailing blood, Kr'Naan lifted her mask with her other hand ever so slightly. With just enough room to spare she inserted her glove-tip into her mouth and sucked off the life ichor from the leather. The Tusken girl did not have the taste for raw viscera, but according to Dragus this was simply because her young palate was still undeveloped as well as lacking in experience to discern what true taste was. It certainly had nothing to do with their completely different digestive systems and taste buds. No, not at all. So the Tusken youngling had began acquiring tastes from various kills since her recovery from Hoth. Thinking of the icy adventure, her mind drifted to wonder what the bearded blasphemer, Endor, tasted like. Kr'Naan had had the chance but not the drive to partake in such things at the time.
Walking a little listlessly, deep in thought as her young mind recounted and played through the different scenarios in her mind of all she could have done to the druid, if he were still alive that is. Only stopping as she heard a rustling just off the trail in some of the surrounding brush. A moment later several birds flapped their wings to take off into the sky from the bushes her eyes had become glued on. Kr'Naan hand, gripped tightly around the handle of a bone-handle knife at her belt, loosened as she looked around. Kr'Naan no longer saw or heard her master nor her flockmates. Concern raised in her chest as she gave chase to catch up with the rest of the group, thankfully not far from the sound of Boneripper's clumsy giant footsteps.
But as soon as she rounded a bend to rejoin, she was met by the raised paw of Lil'Mort. Freezing on instinct, only for the emaciated paw to point ahead at their master, Dragus, basking in the sunlight atop a rocky outcrop at the end of a cliff in the sun with his feathered robe open where he could look down upon the nesting grounds of their prey. Slowly approaching to stand behind the saurian Sith. "How shall we lure them, master?"
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Post by Dragus on Oct 21, 2023 4:35:45 GMT -8
Mismatched orbs of bloody red and amethyst leered at the Veermok nesting grounds below, one seeing the world in a kaleidoscope of orange and blue as the barabel's natural infrared vision percieved everything in terms of temperature, the other piercing the veil of reality as it probed the aether in pursuit of ghosts and psychic resonance. In this instance, neither were well suited to the task at hand. The summer warm climate of the Carrion Plateau allowed their quarry to conceal itself from his potent prey-sight, while the simians themselves were practically as deficient in midi-chlorians as the pecan hued prodigy that arrived at his side. Dragus directed his crocodilian snout towards her and raised a claw to its end, holding a single talon before his wicked jaws as he summoned her to silence. "Sshh! Lower your voice, my dear. The veermok have excellent hearing." Fluid as flowing water, the Hungering One lowered to a crouch atop the rocky outcrop and swept the long serpentine appendage protruding from his backside around Kr'Naan's budding body and pulled her close, wrapping his arm around her to swath the Sand Child in the folds of his dark feathered robe. Together they stared into the hunting grounds, utterly silent save for the whistle of the wind and the matching beat of their hearts.Reminiscent of a sniffle, the saurian Sith's nostril slits flared as he applied his powerful olfactory senses, discerning a million different scent particles simultaneously like a sniffing savant. They were out there, dozens of them, an entire veermok colony of thick limbed apes able to best a wookiee in an arm wrestling competition. It was no coincidence they had visited Xitan when they did, as this happened to be the time of year when their prey mated. Somewhere down below the creatures were likely rutting, the male bulls unable to resist the scent of their other gendered counterparts in heat, resulting in terrible simian conflicts as they competed for fertile thick hipped females. As one might expect, size played an important role. The largest males typically had their pick of the litter, and he desired the most physically impressive specimen he could find. The metallic tang of blood stifled his search as the gore matted teddy bears of the Flock pressed in close on either side of the Great Devourer, Lil'Mort on his right side, wielding the planet shattering sacred totem in his emaciated black paws. Dragus elicited a shudder as the jagged stone tip of the 'Ewok Spear of Powa!' stuck out in front of his crouched form, distracting his focus from the forest below. On his left, clinging to the outside of the robe that concealed Wart under his arm, the cyclopean bear Lil'Bacca turned his own singular orb towards the hunting grounds like a guided laser."Ucha Eecha." Espoused the tiny avatar of war in growled ewokese, his button nose wrinkling. Prey. A conferring yub-nub from the other side sealed it. There were no two finer forest hunters in all the galaxy, such was the regard the Shepherd held for these two ewok members of his Flock.Dragus reached a claw into the satchel at his side currently sandwiched between himself and Wart's warm body, rifling through its contents until he came upon a jar that felt just right. When his razor tipped appendage came free, he held in his wicked hand a glass container full of a viscous milky fluid. With his snout cast down towards the tiny tusken tyrant-in-training, the Dark Apothecary explained his plan, filling the the robe that enveloped her with the hot reek of his rancid breath. "Luring veermok requirez the right sssort of bate. Contained within thiz bottle iz a concentrated collection of secretionz from a dozen different veermok femalez, extracted from the speciez equivalent of the Skene'z glandz, from a colony of the apez that live on a sssatellite within the Ryloth sssystem. Sssadly, that sssub-group of veermok are far too sssmall to sssuit the requirementz of my experiment, but I ssstill sssuspect their ssseminal fluid will prove an irresssistible lure for the far fiercer variant of ape found on Eriadu." Unscrewing the bottle's top with a few counter-clockwise turns of his claw, their senses were overwhelmed by the pungent white secretion brew exposed to the air. Dragus dipped a talon inside the creamy gathered goo and brought it to his lips, running his forked tongue over the sticky substance, then smacked his jaws and nodded his head. "That'z veermok ssspore, alright. The good ssstuff."Breaking their embrace, the heinous Hakusar rose back to a standing position as his knees creaked like cracked kindling, then overturned the bottle atop Naan's mask covered head. Lil'Mort and Lil'Bacca put their paws to work, rubbing the foul slimy substance all over the Sand Child until she was fully smattered in gag-worthy white secretion. Then, without so much as further explanation, the dastardly drake's tail swept forwards again and swatted his precious black melon from the cliff top, tossing her flailing form towards a bramble of bushes below.
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Post by Kr'Naan'Kar on Dec 6, 2023 13:12:55 GMT -8
Quieting herself as her master drew her close before shifting her attention to their prey. There was a slight breeze, followed by a
shift of the branches in the distance when Kr'Naan spotted their quarry: the ape-like veermok. Kr'Naan's eyes honed in on the swinging primates as the colony seemed to be on the move. Possibly a natural migration, for which they were fortuitous to intercept. Behind the magick-imbued mask, her eyes shone a predatory hunger at their target. "I shall not fail you, master." Kr'Naan said in Ewok tree-speak as she was slathered in the slimy substance. Before being unceremoniously pushed off the side of the cliff and into the foliage below. Moments after her monkey-spunk coated form disappeared, the brush filled with the sound of passion-enraged veermok as the scent of dozens of fertile females filled their nostrils, carried by the breeze. The racket went on for more than a few moments before finally calming and coming to an end, followed by silence.
Dragus would stand with claws on hips looking below, expecting the Tusken child to appear victorious, but nothing happened. Clearing his throat with an ever slightly embarrassed cough. Not at any of his actions, but embarrassment at the apparent immediate failure. What had all that training been for? Groaning as Dragus shook his head and gestured for his furry companions to follow as they now had to track the veermok themselves. Luckily the Saurian Sith's sense of smell would hopefully aid them in hunting down the primates.
Not a moment after she hit the ground, Kr'Naan found herself surrounded by voracious veermok males, finding the source of the scent of prime breeding partners to be a singular being, the fighting ensued, but Kr'Naan was not involved, despite drawing sword from her back. No, the fighting was amongst themselves. With so many finding only one, only the strongest was entitled. The monkey deathmatch was brutal, and ended swiftly at the appearance of a larger alpha male which quickly dominated the competition before sweeping Kr'Naan up in his arms and sprinting off into the forest. Instead of slaying the creature immediately, Kr'Naan let it carry her back to it's hovel, a crude nest in the middle of the colony's territory which they had claimed as their resting spot. It had grown dark now, the large veermok having taken her very far from their initial meeting spot. Even with such little light the others of the nest's population stared at the strange "bride" the large male had taken. Overcome by natural instincts drawn forth by the scent wafting from Kr'Naan, numerous lesser males approached the larger's nest, growling with lust-tilled eyes.
As the larger veermok moved the protect his prize from those who would challenge him yet again, Kr'Naan struck. Cleaving the large male's head cleanly in half with the heavy blade she wielded brought down to bear. The halves fell to the ground with a meaty sloppy flop. The growling from all the veermok came to a sudden stop as Kr'Naan stepped forward, jumping up onto the steaming corpse and letting out a animalistic roar few Basic-capable humanoids could possibly muster; but Kr'Naan was of Tusken heritage, with a special knack for guttural hollering. The former challengers turned tail and ran back to their nests. Satisfied with herself, Kr'Naan sat down atop the still twitching veermok male, looking upon the group she had managed to locate.
But without cages or knowing where she now was there was little hope Kr'Naan would be able to find her master, lead him back to this place AND capture enough of the monkeys before the ran off. This nesting ground was temporary it seemed. So there was only one solution. Kr'Naan looked down as several smaller looking veermok approached her while keeping their heads low to the ground, letting out small ape-like hoots and chirps. She would use the monkeys to catch the monkeys. Kr'Naan ignored the groveling primates, her black eyes turning sharply to the side as infant apes cried out in the night, only to the silence by the bosom of their mothers. Kr'Naan's stomach growled.
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Post by Dragus on Dec 7, 2023 6:56:37 GMT -8
"Now where could that child have gotten off to?" Hissed Dragus upon descending the hill into the forest below, turning his snout from right to left, his ocular gem zooming in and out at irregular intervals. His strategy had seemed so certain. Cover Wart with spore, hurl her from the cliff, then take his pick of the Veermok that would surely be fighting over her possibly trampled little body. A flawless plan, though he now was beginning to suspect his execution of said strategy was less than perfect. They had clearly taken too long climbing down after her. The Blood Wyrm could tell because by the time the flock and he had reached the bottom, they were greeted by the sight of a few limping Veemok, the apparent losers of the monkey death match. A venomous scowl stole across the sinister saurian's snarling snout. "Well thessse won't do at all. They're broken." Shaking his scaly head from side to side, the Dark Apothecary stalked towards the disabled apes, eliciting short lived growls from the primates before his tail spike punched through their backs and tore out their intestines like a fork full of spaghetti. As blood pooled at his feet and warmed his taloned toes, the nostril slits on the side of his snout flared in a great sniff, analyzing the particles in the air like a super computing blood hound.In his minds eye the forest lit up like a Sithmas tree, tiny motes winking to life all around as he detected all the nearby veermok concealed in the brush. Many were watching from a distance, but none dared come close. Dragus would have taken it as a compliment but he suspected that had more to do with the towering ranat-ogre lumbering behind him. Boneripper tended to have that effect on person and beast alike. What he had failed to consider was that by dousing his precious Naan-cakes in the animals spore, he had also concealed her familiar scent of sand and dry leather, making it near impossible to discern her location. Lil'Bacca waddled up beside the twisted terrorsaur and focused his cyclopean orb on the sky above, his furry features showing just the barest hint of of worry as the sun was fading behind the trees and the forest grew dimmer with each passing second. The tiny avatar of war voiced its concerns in a series of growls and barks. "Tracking device? Well aren't you the height of high civilization with your massstery of mechanical technology. Don't be absssurd. I'd never rely on sssuch an imprecise method of locating our darling dune lily." He bent a claw towards himself and indicated his face with his index talon. "You will recall the masssk she wearz waz crafted by mine own claw. I imbued it with a piece of myssself, much like that troublesssome Cypher that causssed sssuch a fusss in Sssalis D'aar. I can sssense it acrosss unfathomable leaguez. I feel her now, my sssweet sssand plum, and what I am sssensing feelz quite contented." The emaciated bear stepped fowards next, adding its own protesting growls to the mix and pointed the tip of its stone spear shaft at the Hungering One, who took a step back as he eyed the potent totem wearily. "Oh, now don't you ssstart too. I'm telling you she'z fine, but if you are that concerned then by all meanz, go look for her. I'm ssstaying here. I shan't be one to let thessse expiring ape carcassez go to wassste. How do you think poor Xitan would feel about uz leaving corpsez all over hiz planet? A Lord of the Eye cleanz up after himssself...usssually." Lil'Bacca and Lil'Mort looked at one another, then nodded, coming to quick consensus. Both flock members trotted off into the falling darkness of the coming night. Dragus threw up his claws in frustration and thumped his tail on the ground, cracking the skull of the dead veermok closest to him like a nest full of rishii eggs. He turned to the drooling ranat-ogre behind him and motioned to the corpses."Lookz like it'z jussst the two of uz, Boneripper. Be a dear and ssstring thessse up, then get a fire going. I have a good feeling thessse creaturez are going to be deliciouz."
After the veil of darkness had fallen and Eriadu's moon had assumed its position high in the starry night sky, He-Who-Hungers found himself seated on a log before a crackling camp fire, over-which a spit turned, holding the charred carcass of a skinned veermok. Dragus appeared to be busying himself studying a bowl of ape entrails, dipping a talon in the putrid offal to move it about, humming and hawing at what he saw. His scaled visage scrunched in obvious concern as he looked to Boneripper, who focused its dim-witted self on the task of turning the spits crank in slow endless circles."The future doesssn't look good." His scowl deepened in bitter disappointment. "How waz I to know he'd turn into sssuch an authoritarian dictator? We're Sssith, not Senatorz from Naboo. Tiz a shame for certain, but thessse thingz happen. But what to do?" He tapped his scaly chin with a talon, eyeing the ranat-ogre with his bloody right eye, as drool dripped from the mutant's open mouth and sizzled in the camp fire. "Kill him? Perish the thought, Boneripper. You've clearly be ssspending too much time with Squeakerz. No, I could never, absssolutely not." He sat back and reluctantly shrugged. "Well, it would be the sssurest sssolution. You know what? As usssual you're right. But how?" Boneripped stared blankly. It was uncertain if the brute was even paying attention, not that it seemed to affect the saurian's scheming. "Eat him? Yez, I sssuppose that would work. Of courssse, he'll need to be properly ssseasoned. I have a feeling our dear illustriouz leader will be a bit peppery. Ssspeaking of which, let'z have a tassste of thiz, shall we?"Reaching forwards with a bare claw, Dragus sank the obsidian meat hooks he had for talons into the turning veermok carcass and tore off a steaming hunk of sizzling meat. Opening his toothy maw wide as salivation spilled from between his fangs, the Famine Lord snapped his jaws down on the juicy chunk of meat and chewed it thoroughly, grinding his serrated incisors through thick stringy muscle. After a moment he swallowed it down with a bit of effort, smacking his lips but appearing none too impressed as he sucked the juices off his razor tipped fingers."Aye, a bit tough, thiz one. We should have left it out in the sssun and let the rot ssset in for a few dayz firssst. A meal like thiz iz bessst devoured az carrion. I can imagine a few rancid notez would improve the flavour." The only reply he received from the large rat monster beside him was the crunch of bone and the sounds of chewing sinuous ligaments. Boneripper had taken the cue to begin helping itself to the charred carcass and seemed far less concerned about the taste than Dragus. This only served to cause the Great Devourer to scowl further, who was enjoying this conversation much less than expected. "You're not much of a conversssationalist, are you, my friend? Though I imagine your lack of a tongue iz a bit of an impediment." His scowl twisted in a wicked grin that seemed to instantly raise his sour spirits. "Would you like one? I'm sssure the other carcasss hasssn't decayed too ssseverely. Wait, no, can't have you hooting and hollering like a baboon. My earz are very sssensitive, az you well know. Perhapz Squeakerz iz done usssing hiz..."The growling from all the veermok came to a sudden stop as Kr'Naan stepped forward, jumping up onto the steaming corpse and letting out a animalistic roar few Basic-capable humanoids could possibly muster; but Kr'Naan was of Tusken heritage, with a special knack for guttural hollering.
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Post by Kr'Naan'Kar on Dec 13, 2023 12:32:47 GMT -8
The following days of Kr'Naan's existence were a blur of near-constant monkey-business. The tribe of eriadu veermok seemed to be in the midst of a migration through the mountainous jungles of their homeplanet, which the Tusken usurper had joined. Through the dense foliage they travelled, with her tiding atop the the back of one of the larger, but not too large, males. Dominance was important to maintain her place as the leader of the tribe, having defeated her predecessor and using his corpse as a pillow. Confrontation with other tribes of the primate-like species occurred often, leading to deadly clashes over watering areas or food sources as they continued to be moving further and further from their original location.
Many a time Kr'Naan was challenged by opposing pack leaders, only to cut down the primitive and bulky beasts and absorb their tribes into hers. By the time they seemed to have finally settled, several hundred of the near-hairless apes were under her expressionless mask's watchful gaze. Unfortunately, but the time that they had finally settled in a pleasant valley, Kr'Naan had little idea where they were, or where her master was. And so, Kr'Naan did the only thing she could do.
When Lil'Mort and Lil'Bacca finally caught up to the galivanting girl, having tracked and trekked through the Eriadu wilderness, the valley that had been the veermoks' apparent breeding refuge had been transformed into a vale of death. Piles of decaying veermok corpses littered the area, with pools of blood all leading back to a central area, where it appeared the remaining living veermok that had fallen under Kr'Naan thrall dwelled, all covered with esoteric symbols drawn upon their fine-haired bodies with blood and ash. Above them all, but out of sight of the Ewoks, sat the terrible Tusken herself, on the tallest rock, eating what appeared to be a freshly roasted baby-veermok on a stick.
As the Ewoks managed their way into the valley, on either flank veermok appeared, screeching and hooting as the furry intruders, slamming fists and practically foaming at the mouth at the gall to think these odd looking bears could invade their territory. None came too close to the Ewok duo, but the way they came was soon blocked by bulky veermok covered in markings of blood and ash. They were practically herded toward the cliff face where upon the rock wall even more mad scribblings, as she had no paper, were scribbled in the life essence of the ape population, with the early makings of veermok leather parchment being prepared for later transcribing and binding upon their completion. A terrifying roar echoed throughout the valley as Lil'Bacca and Lil'Mort were guided by the closing wall of veermok that surrounded them. From above a bonfire was lit, with a (seemingly) large and imposing figure using the light to cast its shadow down upon all those below. Something about the shadow seemed vaguely familiar....
The roar echoed out again causing the veermok to back away from the Ewoks, all the while still snarling and barely holding themselves back due to their own fear of what was above. At the chirp of one of the ewoks to the other however, a hooded head popped over the edge to look down upon them, the very confused yet known voice of Kr'Naan, their flockmate, called down in ewokese. "Lil'Bacca? Lil'Mort? What are you two doing out here alone?" Kr'Naan let loose a vine-rope for the ewoks to climb up. Upon their ascent, they would be greeted by a very poorly crafted recreation of their master's likeness; all made entirely out of the bones of the veermok she had slain and eaten. It was that which had been casting the long shadow, though it had been Kr'Naan that was responsible for the frightening noise. Kr'Naan gave each of her flockmates a tight hug before stepping back and smothering the fire slightly to lower the intensity. "Where is Master? Is he not with you?" Kr'Naan chirped questioningly at the two.
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Post by Dragus on Dec 16, 2023 7:48:24 GMT -8
Kr'Naan's flockmates did their best to fill the young tusken tyrant turned Ape Empress in on the events that had followed their initial separations from Wart on the cliff's edge where this journey into the wilderness had first begun. Their description of Dragus' lack of concern for their fellow flockmate was expressed in far less kind, but also far more honest, words than the saurian Sith would have likely used to describe the situation. However, given Naan's worldview she would likely see it as a sign of the Great Devourer's complete confidence in her abilities. Make no mistake, Lil'Bacca and Lil'Mort were unquestionably loyal and devoted to their lizard lord, but they were well aware of his erratic nature and forgetful tendencies. If only one member of the flock was missing, the chances that he'd exude a great deal of effort to track them down were minimal at best, as was the chance that he'd already have moved on from his scheme to improve the veermok population and focused his sights on the next great alchemical endeavour to tickle his fancy and challenge his twisted talents.The more emaciated of the two prodded the bone totem replica of their reptilian ruler with the butt end of the Ewok Spear of Powa!, jumping back when the inanimate figure swayed towards him as he jostled the scraps of sinew holding it together. A dark guttural chuckle escaped Lil'Mort's raspy bear throat as his fat lips spread into an amused grin. "Good likeness." He remarked in approval of the Sand Princess' art. As for Lil'Bacca, whose relief to see Naan alive faded as the epiphany of what she had done settled over his primitive mind. "Master should be pleased." He growled in tree-speak, grasping the Veermok Queen by the shoulder and pulling her in to give her head a playful noogie before releasing her. "What you have to eat?" His stomach groaned, and soon after Lil'Mort's joined it in chorus. Saliva seeped from the corners of their little mouths as they stared with hungry eyes at the charred veermok young skewered on flaming spits.
One Day Later... "I think I sssee them." Hissed the Blood Wyrm as he removed the alchemically crafted telescope from the amethyst gem set in his left eye socket, peering down below as the Spirit of Sadow crested the horizon with the sun at its back, gliding high in the sky over the valley of death. The area had Wart's signature written all over it. Pools of blood, crucified corpses, bone piles and a heady stench of carrion: the tell-tale signs of a child at play. Ah, to be young, he envied her that. A gust of air nearly blew the tricorn hat the black scaled barabel was currently wearing on his head, completing his current captain ensemble, which included a man-hide long coat that swayed in the wind as he stood upon the deck of the airship. He caught the cap in a claw before he lost it over the prow railing and turned his snout back towards the ranat coxswain manning the nautical themed steering yoke at the vessel's helm. "Take uz down, Mr. Hookpaw!" He snarled over the wind, to which the appropriately named hooked pawed coxswain squeaked in reply. "Aye, Cap'n Long-Drags!" Squeak!After two days trekking through the wilderness of Eriadu it had become quite clear to the Hungering One that he'd never catch up with the traveling band of primates, thus he had contacted Lil'Havok aboard the Haemonculus Occulori and ordered the blind bear to send for his new airship. Kr'Naan was actually partly responsible for the Spirit of Sadow's construction. It had been her brilliant idea to use the celegians in the balloon overhead to transport the wooden boat like frame through the sky. The girl has a head for alchemy and a heart cruel enough to be a Sith, despite her current midi-chlorian deficient state.Poisonous cyanogen gas left a ghastly yellow contrail in the airship's wake as it leaked from split seems in the air-sack overhead, giving the already sinister blimp an even more ruinous appearance as it descended through the sky towards the rocky plateau overlooking the deathly vale. Dragus followed the grey wisps of smoke still bleeding from what appeared to have been a large bonfire, now burnt down to smouldering coals over the course of the night as morning crept upon the clearing. His hat secure, Dragus rested his claws on the slight paunch of his belly that protruded from between the flaps of his long-coat, unusually distended due to his current condition. That had been another reason not to overexert himself on a cross-country hike. He hadn't yet told Naan, but she and her fellow flockmates would soon have to vie for his attention with a few hundred new saurian siblings. Ever since the events of Salis D'aar where the feral Children of Dragus had been consumed by the unearthly monstrosity that had arisen from the Cypher's misguided hubris, there was a part of He-Who-Hungers that felt a bit...well, we won't say sad but perhaps empty will suffice as a descriptor, and not in a good way like an empty stomach waiting to be gorged. Due to the perverse depravities he so enjoyed, it hadn't taken the lusty lizard long to become pregnant. The Sand Squire's fellow flock mates had likely already detected the Famine Lord's fertility with their finely attuned little wet noses, but even they wouldn't be so bold as to spoil the serpent's secret, even to Naan. Rope rigging creaked as the airship descended towards the ground, slowing to hover over Baboon Lord's seat of power, not quite coming in to land.A portly gamorrean quartermaster swaggered over to the starboard side railing and flung a thick rope ladder over the edge, unspooling as it fell until the ladders weighted bottom came down right on top of Naan's resurrected replication of the reptilian, smashing it into boney shards. Sliding a scaled leg over the side, Dragus slid down the ladder in a whoosh, smoke of friction spilling from his scaly palms by the time his toe talons reached the rocky surface of ground. Without wasting a moment, the preening piratical predator stalked over to Naan and stopped just shy of the filthy child draped in a thick robe of veermok hide. He turned his snout from side to side, studying the ape colony his darling dune lily appeared to be lording over."Hmmm." He snorted, sucking a bloody wad of phlegm into his maw before hacking it on the ground. "Not bad, Wart. Not bad at all. Of courssse, I had hoped there would be more..." Downplaying the baboon army she had built. "...but I can hardly expect miraclez from a child." It was then that he spied a cage of veermok bone held together with hide strips and dried ropes of intestine. Inside were a number of the surviving ape offspring that Naan and the the ewoks accompanying her had been helping themselves to in order to meet their dietary requirements. "Ah, are thessse for me? How sssweet of you Siss, Siss, Siss." He knelt next to the cage and licked his lips hungrily with a forked tongue. Looking over his shoulder, he directed his attention at Lil'Mort and Lil'Bacca whose fur was coated in ash and veermok grease. "Get the cauldron. We'll begin the experimentation at once."
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Post by Kr'Naan'Kar on Dec 29, 2023 13:08:22 GMT -8
Kr'Naan squirmed while receiving the noogie from Lil'Bacca, laughing until she was finally released. At the request of food, Kr'Naan raised her arms up in a shrug. "They kept bringing me their young so I've just been eating them." Kr'Naan seemed to be unfamiliar with the pack behavior of this veermok species. When a new leader took power, they were the only ones allowed to mate and usually went about killing the young born from a rival's seed to remove competition for their genes to pass on. Kr'Naan scoffed. "It's a miracle they aren't extinct. We're doing them a favor by taking them in." Kr'Naan moved back over to the fire, gesturing to the roasting veermok young speared with sticks and jabbed into the ground to slowly cook by the fire. The trio would spend the night enjoying the supple and tender flesh of veermok young roasted over a campfire and reveling in company of one another before finally passing out.
Kr'Naan jumped awake as the weighted rope ladder smashed the bone and sinew effigy into splinters; the expectant enchanter descending upon the sleeping flock, still in their own roasted veermok babe food dreams around the barely flickering coals of the fire. Quickly shaking awake her Ewok family before hopping to her feet and awaiting the inspection of her reptilian ruler. Lil'Mort let out a loud burp as he awoke, reaching to his side and scooping some of the ruined statue bones into his mouth and munching on them like potato crisps. before finally standing up with Lil'Bacca, who let out a rather ripe veermok meat-induced flatus. Kr'Naan giggled behind her mask before clearing her throat to silence herself as Dragus stared down and began speaking. The Tusken bowed her head to ask forgiveness for her failure. "There were more Master, but they had to be killed. Challengers and insubordinates, too stupid to be broken. They had to be weeded out, by any means. These monkeys understand little other than violence." It was at this moment Kr'Naan eyes caught the slight bump in Dragus's midsection sticking out, but she did not know what to make of it. It would be rude to ask if her master was getting fat. Instead Kr'Naan continued. "I have tried to educate them with what little time, but they cannot seem to grasp your true magnificence....Because of their stupidity."
The childish jealousy of her master's attention towards the shiny new toys instead of her was obvious, but she was not lying. For days she had tried to successfully "convert" an adult veermok into one of the Hakusar faithful. This was apparent from the esoteric scribblings upon many of the beasts and the valley's cliffside walls. Kr'Naan followed behind Dragus as he went to inspect the remaining ape offpsring they had been using as food. "They're quite delicious with a pinch of salt and roasted over the fire. But I think a butter and herb sauce would really elevate the flavor." Kr'Naan could feel her mouth watering as she thought of something that had been lurking in her mind since her first time trying the tender flesh of veermok youngling.
As they began to make preparations for their experiments, there was a series of roars below the cliff where they stood as what sounded like a skirmish broke out among the veermok below. Another tribe was attacking, some having broken through. Climbing up onto the top of the cliff where Dragus and the flock appeared an exceptionally large veermok female, riddled with battle scars and covered in blood not her own. Flanking this large alpha female were several other veermok of the attacking tribe. Kr'Naan, Lil'Mort and Lil'Bacca were quick to move between Dragus and the attacking veermok. The large veermok female let out a rage-filled roar, which Kr'Naan returned in kind in full Tusken blast.
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Post by Dragus on Dec 30, 2023 5:23:45 GMT -8
While he intended the veermok young more for the purpose of scientific pursuits, his delightfully barbaric dune dumpling was doing a good job of selling him on the merits of eating them instead, as seen by the steaming salivation sluicing from between his fangs. The black scaled barabel dragged a forked tongue across his lips to sop up the forming ropes of drool, swallowing it down, though doing so did not in any way dispel the hunger the Sand Child had inspired in him. As though sensing his thoughts as the lecherous lizard leered into the sinewy cage, the baboon babes whimpered and shrieked, flexing the bone bars of their makeshift prison as they tried to get as much distance from the hungry hungry Hakusar. He had never felt this ravenous before; the Dark Apothecary was absolutely...famished. It was as though his future offspring, still forming in a clutch of eggs inside his big pregnant belly were enhancing his already considerably large appetite, and not just for blood and meat. Dragus rested a claw against his stomach, probing beneath his scales with his otherworldly senses. Microscopic midi-chlorian bacterium in his blood were being drained of the arcane charge they possessed, as Mal'ize's little monsters were sucking the sorcerous stores right out of him. If he didn't increase his own intake of Force magicules he would eventually be reduced to a wilted husk. Gritting his fangs tightly until his black gums wept beads of dark crimson, he used the sharp sting to extend his miasmic aura beyond its usual range, drawing the warmth from the air whilst simultaneously stealing years from those around him.
Wart's mask made her immune to the effect, as did the dark stain upon the soul of her two furry flockmates from a lifetime of service to the Great Devourer, but the same could not be said for the veermok. Inside the cage, the young seemed to go through a rapid transformation of the flesh, aging decades in seconds as their fur greyed and their skin pulled taught against their desiccating bones. Eyes full of fear and the promise of life turned a cataract encrusted white before greying and dimming forever as the last vestiges of spiritual energy was stolen from them. The arcane amethyst gem set in the dastardly draconian's left scaly skull socket crackled with wisps of ethereal flame, responding in its strange way to the exertion of the darkside, blazing ever-so brightly like a star on the verge of supernova. Dragus channeled that harvested life force into his bones, feeling a spreading warmth throughout his entire body, his cold blood boiling in his villainous veins. He fed himself, while his future offspring fed from him, hungry parasites with an appetite more than a match for his own. Whatever they became, one thing was clear: they had inherited his curse. Neither the genetic diversity of the echani alchemists DNA nor her own unique relationship with the Force had been enough to give his cursed children what he so desperately wanted most. A soul. They would be monsters, just like him.
A bead of moisture appeared in the corner of his bloody right eye as this epiphany presented itself to his scheming saurian mind, further breaking his black heart into another hundred fragments while stealing any warmth and affection he might have otherwise felt for what up until now had seemed like a blessing. The scaled lid over his right eye closed tightly, squeezing that single salty droplet from the predatory blood orb and causing it to glisten against his scales as it caught the light of the sun, before dropping from the side of his snout into the dirt. Perhaps a bit symbolic, in that the last drop of hope and happiness had been expunged from the Evil Eviscerater of men, purifying him of any true hope of redemption. The Eye was right, this galaxy was cruel. Better the slate be wiped clean until only the rats and cockroaches infested its bones, a galaxy turned into a graveyard. As the infant veermok flaked away to ash, the Avatar of Hunger rose from his crouch and turned his snout towards the sounds of baboon squawking. Lil'Bacca and Lil'Mort had already assumed battle stances on either side of Wart as a massive female Veermok with a crisscrossing tapestry of scars across her scabrous flesh crested the cliff top. Her battle cry was impressive, but more so was the Tusken Terror's, whose guttural throat cry could have sent chills up the spine of a bull rancor.
"That'z the one!" Snarled the dreadfully dark drake lord, indicating the brutish baboon with a crooked claw as his tail lashed the stone ground in an eruption of fiery sparks. Yes, this female would suffice. Look at the size of her! Good birthing hips. She would suffer the same as he, damned to produce a new breed of monsters in her womb, until they clawed their way out of her guts. "Don't kill it." He hissed, taking a step closer to the backs of his flock of followers, his other claw crackling as blue forks of electrical current jumped between his talons, searing the scales from his palm. "That'z the veermok I need. Bring it down, but do not harm it...or I will harm you." It was a rare thing for the Hungering One to threaten the flock who he had always seemed to hold a higher affection for than most, but such was the dark bitterness of his current mood.
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Post by Kr'Naan'Kar on Jan 9, 2024 10:13:01 GMT -8
Kr'Naan, Lil'Bacca and Lil'Mort were quick to engage their opponent first, with the ewok Lil'Mort taking hold of the vine rope they had used to climb up to the cliffside. Masterfully turning it into a lasso and began swinging it overhead to wait for the perfect moment to throw it and ensnare their target. Using the flat face of her sword Kr'Naan would swing and crack at the shoulder of the menacing monkey, only to be caught by a swing of the creature's other arm and grabbed midair. Thankfully this is where Lil'Bacca own tree trunk sized arms would come in. Striking barehanded and landing a mighty blow to the primate's stomach, knocking the wind out of the creature.The grip on Kr'Naan lessening, the small Tusken would squirm out of the veermok's grasp and climbed up its arm, much like a spider monkey herself, around and onto the gasping gorilla's back. The Tusken would use her entire body to wrap partially around the veermok female's girthy neck and connect it to the arm she had just freed herself from, performing a half-nelson on the ape to keep on of her arms immobile and squeezing the two together as hard as her small frame could manage. The veermok, adrenaline pumping and anger rising as she regained her breath, raised her left arm up high; telegraphing her next move intending to strike the ewok Lil'Bacca. Lil'Mort, seeing his opening, tossed the lasso and successfully looped it around the veermok's arm. With zero hesitation Lil'Mort ran and jumped off the edge of the cliff, paws still tight around the vine-rope. As the rope went taught, the force pulled the veermok's arm backwards and bringing it to the ground, struggling to stand. It was Lil'Bacca who ended things, climbing up onto the veermok's torso and to her face, pumping his arms before knocking the struggling simian out with one more strike to her head. The other veermok that had joined their leader to assault the rival clan's leader were quick to turn tail and run with their tails tucked between their legs. Untrained and wild beasts stood little chance against the Flock.As the dust settled and Lil'Mort was pulled back up, the vine rope was used to hog-tie up the veermok's hands and feet. Kr'Naan gave the unconscious monkey a victorious kick in the shoulder before waving Dragus over. "There are also still the females of this tribe as well, master. They are much more willing to accept your blessing." Likely untrue given what the sinister saurian had in mind, but as the tribe captured by the Tusken terror finished up defending their territory, Kr'Naan let out a high pitched call. Within moments several other large veermok females, though these covered in the charcoal and blood inscriblings of the deranged dune dweller's religious interpretations. Kr'Naan did a small hop and then extended out both her arms to present the prize to the replete reptilian.
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Post by Dragus on Jan 12, 2024 9:47:35 GMT -8
Placing his claws on his scaled hips, the saurian Sith stood in admiration of the spoils of tribal monkey conflict, leering in his lecherous lizard way at the future specimens of his scientific scheming. There were more than enough here to suit his purpose. In fact, given the addition of these extra females he could easily see himself breeding a small army within weeks, enough to scour Eriadu of the human blight that infected its otherwise pristine surface. As his lips peeled back over his assortment of razor edged teeth in what could only be described as a sinister smirk, the drake lord nodded his black scaled snout in approval, practically salivating at the prospect of the carnage he planned to inflict upon his fellow Sith's territory. "Well done." He brought his claws together in a single meaty clap, the resounding 'smack' echoing across the veermok badlands his darling dune daughter had transformed this stretch of forest into. "Thiz callz for a drink. Siss, Siss, Siss." The cackle was throaty and foul, bubbling up from his esophagus with mirth and the sort of twisted cruelty the Flock had come to expect from their depraved draconian master. Stalking across the plateau, the veritable sultan of sin extended a claw, holding out his scaly appendage with his talons splayed apart and his palm turned upwards. From above, a familiar rodent hench-vermin with a mouldering leather patch over one eye and a hook in place of a paw peered over the side of the hovering airship's railing, before disappearing in a furry flourish. Moments later, the verminous underling reappeared and hurled a dark green glass bottle over the side, which dropped expectantly into the hissing Hakusar's outstretched hand."My thanks, Squeakerz!" Shouted Dragus up at the Spirit of Sadow floating above, one claw cupping his snout as he did so. "Make yourssself ussseful and get a team down here to sssecure thessse apez. We'll need to begin brewing more Urciniz-Helix if we are to transssform all of thessse baboonz into chrysalidez by dawn." As the scrape of gnarled paws on rotten deck plank signaled the rodent's departure, the Famine Lord popped the cork on the bottle in his claw with a thumb and tilted his head back before bringing the throat of the container to his lips. Before he began to suck down whatever heady vintage was contained within the questionable container of spirits, he paused mid-motion and glanced at Naan and her two ewok accomplices, seeming momentarily thoughtful. "Az for the ressst of you, I sssuppose you've accomplished our misssion here well enough. Az reward, you three may sssleep at the bottom of the bed tonight rather than on the floor. No need to thank me, you've earned your jussst rewardz." Feeling quite magnanimous in that moment, the soul sickened serpentine shepherd tilted the bottle back and poured a measure of dark red liquid into his open maw, causing the viscous liquid to sluice out from between his teeth and spill down his chin, running over his prestigious belly that seemed to stir with unnatural life as he consumed the briny blood vintage.Yet any joy or satiation of everlasting thirst that plagued him day and night was not to be, for seconds within imbibing the strange spirit, something unusual began to foment in the environment around them. Ignorant to these changes, the dread lizard failed to notice the darkening of the clouds overhead, as though a storm had suddenly rolled in from out of nowhere. The sun in the sky was swallowed by this obscuring veil, its rays unable to penetrate the black fog that swelled above them. The reprehensible reptile's ears remained oblivious to the crackle of sinister red lightning, the rumble of ominous thunder, or the whimpering of the veermok around them as their bestial senses detected a prevailing wrongness that seemed to split reality. It was only as the twisted terrorsaur completed sucking back the last few drops of the bottle that he sensed anything amiss at all, which hit him as hard a iron spike driven straight into his magnificent brain. The Pater Mutatis' scaled right eye snapped shut as an intense migraine besot him, causes his snout to scrunch as pain blossomed outwards from the centre of his skull. The bottle fell from his hand and shattered by his feet, before he dropped to his knees among the fragments of glass, gripping the sides of his head with both claws, clenching his teeth tightly until his fangs burrowed into his black gums and caused steaming rivulets of blood to squirt from between his rows of serrated incisors.Agony, indescribable agony. A brilliant bright amethyst light beamed from the arcane gem of his rakatan ocular device as the sorcerous science that went into its ancient design detected the odd phenomenon. That pain, great as it was, was empathically broadcast from the groaning Sith to his stalwart sand squire through the mask she wore. His suffering became her suffering, perhaps easing some of the stinging sensation as he shared his misery with Wart. Behind him, the darkness that had suddenly come upon the clearing was beginning to coalesce and take shape. The air distorted and bled shadows as the curtain of the physical plain was encroached upon, this dimension allowing something to pass through from another place, one of unspeakable darkness that was at odds with the natural order. As crimson bolts of lightning crackled in the sky, they cast a baleful light on a forming structure that seemed to have appeared from nowhere at all. Where once there was a vast stretch of forest behind the death valley, now stood a tower of blackstone that stretched up into those miasmic clouds, its top concealed from those on the ground. On all fours in the dirt, the villainous velociraptor struggled to regain his senses, blinking away tears of blood from his vision as he crawled about on the ground, turning his sorcerous eye towards the strange dark obelisk that had suddenly appeared."Waz..." He hissed, spitting blood in the dirt as he turned cautiously towards the ruinous black spire. "...that alwayz there?"
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Post by Kr'Naan'Kar on Jan 30, 2024 10:44:09 GMT -8
Kr'Naan took an exaggerated deep bow, flourishing her right arm upward as Dragus praised them for a job well done. It was not every day that the dark god graced them with words of satisfaction for their work. Perfection, or at least not failure, was expected at all times regardless of any possibility of reward or well-mentioning. But as the Tusken soaked in the praise from her master, a furry paw tugged at her sleeve, pointing upward. Confused, Kr'Naan traced the pointing finger of Lil'Mort into the gathering dark clouds as worry began to gather in the pit of her stomach. "Uhm...Master?" Kr'Naan tried to chime in as Dragus began to partake only to moments later drop to the ground as if struck across the head with a great force.
Kr'Naan in a panic ran to her master's side and did her best to support him as the degenerate drake's vision cleared and he pointed out a new addition to the landscape of the planet. A striking tower of black had appeared as if by magic. It must have been a great disturbance to have caused such discomfort to Dragus. Kr'Naan shook her head furiously. "No master; it was not. What...is that?" Kr'Naan slowly stood and followed close behind as Dragus moved her aside and crawled on the ground to get a better look at the mysterious spire. "It looks like a tower? But do towers appear out of nowhere on this planet? Or maybe it was hidden and your presence made it appear?" The imagination of the Tusken child seeped in the belief of Dragus's divinity poisoned her critical thinking....but she may not be that far off. "Maybe hidden by that upstart back at the fort, trying to keep it a secret from you?" And there was the intense hatred and distrust of almost anyone not the sinister serpent himself, a sentiment that had grown like a twisted pzobian tree within the child. Kr'Naan touched a glove to the chin of her mask. "I wonder what he's hiding in there?"
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Post by Dragus on Feb 1, 2024 6:31:09 GMT -8
Ah, the imagination of a child was a wonderous thing. As if the dedicated Dark Acolyte of the Sith Eternal could muster enough magical might to conceal a sorcerous structure of this scale and magnitude, ha! Dragus had seen more arcane aptitude in a snail. No, this had to be the work of something else, but what? Stepping closer to Kr'Naan, the Famine Lord encircled her lithe little form in the coils of his tail, the serrated blade tip slithering around in a tightening circle like the head of a boa constrictor. He knelt down beside her, studying the strange tower that tormented his curiosity, attempting to inspect it from the same level as the questioning Sand Child. He rested his left claw on her right shoulder, curling talons tapping against her breast as the scaled brow over his bloody right eye narrowed, and the nostril slits on either side of his snout flared as he assailed the mystery with the full extent of his worldly senses. "Towerz do not appear out of thin air, on any planet, let alone thiz one." His forked tongue darted out, flicking back and forth a foot in front of his gleaming fangs, misting the air with crimson flecks that stained the soil in front of their feet. "Nor do I sssuspect it waz hidden. How could it be..." He focused his mismatched gaze on her masked face. "...from me? Hmmm? No, thiz iz sssomething elssse entirely."Using the Dune Despot's shoulder like a crutch, the Dark Apothecary pushed himself back up to a standing position, his knee joints popping audibly as his body protested its quick ascension in stance. Extending his right claw, the saurian Sith squeezed his right eye shut and focused his incredible mind on manipulating the currents of the malevolent fey to probe the medieval-esque obelisk that had materialized from seemingly nowhere. His sense of sight and smell had returned nothing, as though what he were looking at was not actually grounded in reality, making him wonder if what they were witnessing was some sort of optical illusion. It was only as the invisible black tendrils spilled from his talon tips and slithered across the empty expanse between his position and the alien structure, that he recognized it in a relatable sense, the point of contact between his mystical inspection and the tower's surface sending a dark pulse rippling across the connection. In that moment his head with filled with horrific visions of ritual sacrifice by hooded figures of unclear origins, flensing flesh and inflicting grievous suffering on screaming humans bound to altars of the same black material at the tower itself, their wrists and ankles cut by the ropes that held them tightly despite their struggles and pleading. It was exquisite, absolute delightful. It was as though the Great Devourer were perceiving a fellow artist of equivalent calibre in the middle of a passionate act, every slice of skin the flourish of a brush stroke, every fingernail pried loose the meticulous labour of a master flesh sculptor. The moment he ceased his probing, so to did the visions teasing his twisted mind, leaving him feeling empty as his depraved hunger forced itself forwards and demanded more."Thiz waz not Xitan either." He hissed with certainty, before adding rudely... "He lackz both the ssskill and cunning to conceal a citadel sssuch as thiz. Tiz ssstrange though, that it should appear here of all placez. Sssomething of thiz place speakz to me, my child. I feel it beckoning uz inssside, like a Kamoradon Sssea Dragon usssing a light to lure itz prey. When I make contact with my mind, thiz fortresss repliez with my heartz deepessst desssire, teasssing my appetite." Looking down at Kr'Naan, he bared his fangs, spilling beads of blood from his lips as he growled at her. "Take heed, Wart. I'll not have a repeat of the Rakatan derelict we happened upon whilssst hunting purrgil. Thiz place iz dangerouz, whatever it iz, and we mussst find a way inssside."With his intention made clear, the heinous Hakusar snapped a claw, summoning Lil'Bacca and Lil'Mort to his side. "You two, sssee to the Veermok and return with the airship to the Haemonculuz Occulori. We'll sssummon you when we need a pickup. For now, thiz myssstery iz for Wart and I alone." A sharp metal clang resonated like a hammer on an anvil as Dragus' tail blade slapped the stony ground. "Come Wart. Adventure awaitz."
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