Dragus
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Dec 3, 2022 5:14:54 GMT -8
Post by Dragus on Dec 3, 2022 5:14:54 GMT -8
As it happened, making monsters wasn't so much a habit as it was a hobby of his. The self proclaimed master of the alchemical arts was a curious spirit, whose professional acumen was somewhere between cruel sadist and talented scientist. While Squeakers transformation was entirely the result of his contact with the amulet now back in the Hungering One's possession, his quickly cooling cadaverous form on the floor was not so dissimilar to the mutant ranats Dragus bred recreationally, better known as Ranat-Ogres. In fact, they were just the tip of the iceberg so far as the Pater Mutatis' scientific pursuits were concerned. The flesh pits of his Apothecarium in the lower levels of the Fortress of Tawntoom were home and host to some of the most absurd mutant abominations the depraved draconian could create."Habit? No." He shook his snout from side to side, then scraped his chin with a long curved talon, flaking scales as he pondered aloud. "A passsion, perhapz."Stalking over to Squeakers corpse, he knelt down over the massive rodent and wrapped his claws around the mutant's oversized right index and middle finger digits, securing a tight grip on each. Then with a sickening wrench and strong show of physical might, he forced the fingers apart until the flesh tore and one of the long sausage links came free in a wet squelch of ripped skin and split meat. Held in his claw, the finger looked like it would have adequately served the barabel as a short sword. Instead, he found one of the rodents Jonas and Lyne had partially immolated on the way into the chamber and stripped the dead mouse of the tattered rags it had been wearing, before wrapping it around the large rat finger in his grip. He took a few moments to tear a few unsinged patches of fur and tore then into strips, which he then winded around the rags to bind them to the finger. Finding a still burning rodent at the lip of the entrance they had arrived by, he stuck his verminous creation into the flames and grinned as the makeshift torch began to ignite. The meat might be wet, but the oils in the greasy fur proved a suitable fuel to set the torch ablaze. He held the torch in his right claw and returned to the group, looking around the chamber for further inspiration. When more beady eyes greeted the smouldering coals in his own sockets, he growled and pointed to a tunnel on the opposite end of the chamber.Along his snout, the nostril slits flared as he took in a long breath of the foul burrow air. "Thiz way." He indicated the tunnel with a wave of the torch, before muttering under his breath. "I think."Whether it was or it wasn't, the vermin-kind seemed to stay clear of the group as they headed down the tunnel. Dragus couldn't help but hum the 'Imperial March' as they walked.
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Jan 25, 2023 8:14:37 GMT -8
Post by Karnac on Jan 25, 2023 8:14:37 GMT -8
Lassix simply gave a slow nod as Dragus spoke of creating such creatures being a passion over a habit. Alchemy was not her cut of tea and even thinking of such things made her head spin. Personally, she preferred simply stepping into the fray herself and using her talents for that.
As the group was ready to move, they watched with a squeamish, if not disgusted tone as Dragus ripped off a finger from the corpse of Squeakers. At first, his intention was unknown as to the purpose of taking it until he finally finished his work and created a torch. If anything, it was a creative way to ensure they had light when there was nothing else, even if it was les than pleasant.
When he looked around and pointed towards a single tunnel, the group began to follow, stopping for but a second as they thought they heard his doubt under his breath. Then again, they weren't any more aware of the way out and it was better to be together than to get separated. They could only hope they reached the surface quickly. |
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Feb 1, 2023 9:18:10 GMT -8
Post by Dragus on Feb 1, 2023 9:18:10 GMT -8
Eventually their journey through the burrows of Clan Gypsypaw led the group to a fork in the road. Dragus held the finger torch in his right claw down by his side as he leaned towards the tunnel going left, and performed an investigative sniff with his two nostril slits, before turning his snout to the right and performing the same olfactory examination of the tunnel leading in the other direction. After a moment he turned around to face the trio of Lyne, Lassix, and Jonas. The feather clad barabel once more held the torch up by his head, illuminating his black scaled saurian features as the make-shift torch continued to crackle and bleed wisps of greasy smoke that smelled faintly of barbecued rat. Not necessarily bad eating, so long as you applied a generous helping of sauce."We've come to a crossroadz in our journey, my combat capable companionz." He raised his left claw and before indicating with three of his finger talons. "For your asssistance I promisssed to introduce you to my organization and the Sssupreme Leader by extension of that. How that comez about iz entirely up to you, ssso for now I offer you three choicez. Firssst, the path to the left leadz back to the sssurface of Nime. I can sssmell the aqueductz about two kilometerz in that direction. From there it should be a sssimple matter to find a maintenance ladder leading back to the city streetz above. I imagine the removal of the 'Eye of Innon'Ruuk' iz already having a posssitive effect on the local population, though you are welcome to sssee for yourssself. Our headquarterz on-planet iz located to the north in a fortresss monassstery built into the ssside of the active volcanic caldera of Mt. Tawntoom. If it iz your wish to part company now, I will provide you with a token of my authority to asssure you sssafe accesss to the facility at a time of your choosssing. Gaining an audience with the Sssupreme Leader will not happen overnight, but it iz not out of the realm of posssibility."Every few seconds the drake lord's smouldering red eyes seemed to glance at his naked wrist, as though observing a chrono device that wasn't actually present."I'm been preparing a 'gift' for my beloved benefactor that iz nearing completion and requirez my direct sssupervision for the finishing touchez, ssso I mussst return there shortly. The sssecond option, if you wish it, iz that you are all welcome to fly with me there on the back of my darling drexl Ssspite. She'z a charming beassst that I raisssed from an egg found on the poissson moon of Dxun. Ssspite can be a bit temperamental, at leassst when she'z hungry, but by thiz point I'm sssure she'z had her fill of civil...uh, err, bantha." Good save, Draggy. "Of courssse if you choossse to come with me we'll need to make a quick ssstop off at a sssmall village in a mountain valley along the way. I've been performing resssearch into a particular ssstrain of murakami orchid found on Pzob and that sssettlement proved a sssuitably isssolated location to perform a few experimentz. I jussst need to collect a few ssspecimen samplez, nothing overly exciting."What he failed to mention was that the village had been subjected to a highly infectious plague derived from the orchid in question, leading to some unnatural results. Choosing that path would lead to incredible danger."Or option number three. Roon'z underworld iz joined by a vassst network of interconnected waterwayz. The path to our right leadz to one such sssubterranean river; I can tell by the ssscent of cortosiz particlez. Thiz world iz rife with depositz of that carcinogenic ore, some of which haz leached into thossse underground flowz. It'z the fassstest way to the Fortresss from here, and should take uz right through the underverssse capital of Dragusblight, which iz located directly beneath the Sssith Eternal'z fortresss. It iz alssso home to Roon'z variouz clanz of vermin-kin, who dessspite the poor hossspitality offered by their cousinz of Clan Gypsssypaw, are usually quite reasssonable to deal with. However, that path will require uz to firssst passs through the Black Marshez, which iz not without risssk. Those cortosiz particlez I mentioned have had sssome...unforessseen effectz, on sssome of the biologically diverssse speciez living there."
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Karnac
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Feb 9, 2023 0:04:10 GMT -8
Post by Karnac on Feb 9, 2023 0:04:10 GMT -8
Throughout the journey, the trio had remained quiet, their minds sharp should any of the ranats decided to take up chase. Yet, the trip had proved conflict free aside from the odious stench of the sewers. Before long though, they came to the fork in path and thus were given the three option. It was a difficult decision for sure. Did they stick with Dragus or move on to the fortress he spoke? If they knew Karnac, he was likely already there. If not, they could contact him and pick him up and head that way. But the Zabrak wasn’t one for the easy way. If he hadn’t found a way, he would and despite splitting up to figure things out, he wouldn’t want to simply be handed the keys. The third option wasn’t too appealing. After a few moments of silence, Lassix spoke up.
"Honestly, the one who desired to figure out the source of the darkness was Karnac. We just elect to follow him. I have little doubt that he has made contact or will soon. Eat not deprive him of the experience. So I say we stick with you for now. See what else there is to learn from a different source until we meet back up with him."
Lyne nodded in agreement, though Jonas seemed to have a different opinion.
"If it’s all the same to you. I’ll head back to the surface. I’m curious to follow as well, but I don’t think Karnac would be pleased knowing we left the ship behind. It is his baby, after all. If I catch you in the sky, I’ll follow, but if not, I’ll head to the fortress and wait for him there." |
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Feb 15, 2023 11:25:36 GMT -8
Post by Dragus on Feb 15, 2023 11:25:36 GMT -8
This Karnac they spoke of must have been the master Lyne had referred to when they first encountered one another in the odorous sewer depths. Though by the way they described their relationship, it sounded less like a tradition Master/Apprentice partnership and more like they were his loyal crew or accomplices. Either way, they were likely correct in their assertion. The Darkside had cast quite a veil over the planet of Roon, and no location called out more clearly to those bound by its malevolent currents than the Fortress of Tawntoom. Its siren call would inevitably lead him there, if it had not already.Slipping a claw into one of his feathered pockets, the saurian Sith wrapped his talons around a flat circular cortosis token that was embossed on one side with a winking barabel, and on the other was a ranat-posterior with a tail that circled the perimeter of the coins surface. Resting the token on his index talon, he tossed it into the air with a flick of his thumb talon, that saw the spinning coin flip towards Jonas. The minting process included a significant amount of foreign alloys, thus rendering the ordinarily dangerous compound as harmless as lead."That will gain you accesss to the facility." He hissed, failing to mention that while it would certainly get him through the door, it would not stop him from being confronted by others of Dragus' ilk. As one might expect, there was no shortage of rivalries amongst the Sith Eternal's membership. "There iz a landing pad on the roof of the fortresss bessside the aviary, though I highly sssuggest you park at the bassse of the volcano unlesss you want your vesssel covered in bird excrement. While the ewok sssized uvak droppingz are of obviouz concern, the sheer volume produced by the hawk-batz can coat a shuttle in ssstool in a matter of minutez. My fellow councilorz petitioned the Sssupreme One to have them removed, but fortunately I waz able to persssuade our malevolent meissser into allowing them to ssstay. Az it happenz, hawk-bat guano iz a very ussseful ingredient in ssseveral of my potionz. It iz alssso an excellent fertilizer."More so, it was the base ingredient in Dragus' signature gas grenades, which were caustic enough to goo-ify the lungs of most oxygen breathing species at the meagerest inhalation.With that out of the way, he led the trio down the left tunnel back to the sewer, and as promised they were able to find a maintenance ladder leading back up to the surface. Dragus squinted and hissed as the oppressive sunlight irritated his bloody eyes, pulling his feathered hood up to both shield himself and obscure his notable features from the general public. He offered a claw to Lyne, Lassix, and finally Jonas as the others climbed up after him."Allow me a moment, my dearz, and I shall flag uz down a cab. Siss Siss Siss!" The black scaled barabel chuckled in his reptilian manner, reaching into his robe to once more retrieve his ruby red meltmassif flute. He placed the musical instrument to his lips and elicited a single high-pitched note.♪ A few seconds silence passed as the sound traveled across the length of the city, but soon they were rewarded with an ear splitting shriek that drew their attention to the sky.SSSSSHHHHHHRRRRRREEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!! A massive winged shadow crept across the city of Nime, making its way towards them.
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Karnac
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Feb 24, 2023 7:02:56 GMT -8
Post by Karnac on Feb 24, 2023 7:02:56 GMT -8
In the end, what Dragus thought of their relationship with Karnac was quite on point. He did train them as a master, but they had also learned under the other eleven that Gavin had trained, each focusing on a different set of skills. It could be said they had multiple masters, Karnac as the primary trainer and the others they chose for specifics skills they sought to master that the Zabrak wasn't as skilled in. But they were also a team. Gavin had decided to consider his apprentices as a special group, bestowing titles to each of them, though they knew such things wouldn't be recognized by anyone but them. The Spectres of Midnight they were called and he was the Twelfth Toll, the toll of oblivion. He was also called the Avatar of Chaos as an individual title. He'd also jokingly say that if he was the tolling of the hour, they were the three chimes that preceded his coming.
Lifting a hand, Jonas caught the token that Dragus provided, the key that would grant him access to the Sith Fortress. He could only hope that Karnac had arrived already otherwise it could become a rather awkward situation. As the Saurian spoke of the coin, Jonas looked it over, taking in the details before putting it in his pocket. Then came the warning about where he opted to parked the vessel once he arrived.
"Ill keep that in mind. Thanks for the warning." It was certainly a good thing as the last thing he wanted was to get Karnac angry for his baby being messed up, even if he never piloted it himself.
Following the Barabel, the trio eagerly followed his lead, ready to be free of the stench of the darkened sewers. Taking his hand one by one, the climbed the ladder and took a moment to bask in the light and fresh air. They only turned when he spoke of calling their ride, which came in the form of a flute once more. Certainly a curious means of summoning, but effective as but a few moments later a large creature flew above making their way towards them.
Jonas eyed it for a moment before looking back to his comrades. Though he had mentioned going along with them in the ship, he felt it would be better to move forward on the to fortress.
"I'm going to go ahead and head on to the fortress. If Karnac is there, I'll give you guys an update to see where things stand."
With that, he gave a wave as he turned and headed back further into town, using the landmarks to help him find his way as the girls waited for the creature land and to be on their way with Dragus.
It was a little bit of time before Jonas arrived. Moving quickly into the ship, he powered up the systems and brought the ship off the ground, eventually taking off into the distance. |
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Dragus
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Feb 25, 2023 6:18:13 GMT -8
Post by Dragus on Feb 25, 2023 6:18:13 GMT -8
As the massive winged form of Spite flew into view, it was clear she was no ordinary drexl. Her wingspan alone stretched a whopping thirty meters across, making her as large as some space faring ships. A prevailing sense of wrongness emanated from her glossy purple scales, a certain unnaturalness to its very being that was often the result of alchemical alteration. Given that this was the Dark Apothecary's personal mount, it made all too much sense. He'd had far more opportunity to experiment on this beast than any other. A stink of brimstone filled the air as Spite descended, its elongated body making contact with the road as it swooped low and tore up the cobblestone surface as it dragged against the ground. The magnificent beast slid to a stop a few feet from where they were standing, kicking up a cloud of dust that irritated the black scaled barabel's sensitive nostrils and caused him to sneeze.
"ACHOO!" Hissed the drake lord, snarling and sneezing at once. He placed a clawed hand over his nostril slits as he regarded the ferocious creature that glared down at them with two pitiless black eyes. The eyes of a natural born predator. "Palpatine'z black bonez, Ssspite! We've talked about thossse landingz."
It's long neck lowered its its head so that its wide maw full of sword length fangs was on even ground with the black scaled barabel, scalding saliva drizzling from its jaws to land in sizzling puddles at his feet, seeming to have a chemical reaction with the stone as it sloughed away into liquid mud. If it wanted to it could have bit Dragus cleanly in half in the time it took to blink, yet oddly despite its aggressive nature, it seemed to harbour no ill-will towards the saurian Sith. Instead it hooked the nearby building structures lining either side of the street with the bone talons on its wings joints and pulled itself closer, pressing the crown of thorns that protruded through its scaled scalp against the deranged draconian's bosom as it nuzzled Dragus.
Unusual for a practitioner of the dark arts, their relationship did not seem to be built upon fear or dominance. Rather, it regarded Dragus with affection, which he returned in a somewhat paternal capacity. Given that he had raised the creature from an egg, it made sense. In Spite's empty black eyes, it looked on the mad alchemist as its mother.
A rumbling growl began to rise in its bestial throat as it turned its attention from Dragus to Lyne and Lassix. Fortunately the drake lord was quick to snap his finger talons and re-centre its attention.
"Easssy, Ssspite. Thessse are friendz and not for eating. Besidez, you ssseem to have had your fill already." And it was true, based off the odor of blood wafting from its throat and the pink froth that spilled from the corners of its open maw. He even thought he could spy a half mulched up human arm stuck between two of its excessively sharp teeth. Then, less playfully than before, Dragus issued a command. "Heel."
Loosing an animalistic grown, the mutant drexl lowered its entire bulk to the ground to reveal its scaly back, which was equipped with a large reek leather saddle that looked like it could comfortably sit a few humanoids. Reigns connected to Sith iron spikes set into either side of its purple neck were tied to the saddles end, and a long black conical spear that either of his companions might have recognized as an energy lance was thrust through a loop attached to the right side of the harness.
"All aboard." Rasped the reptilian, motioning for his companions to climb atop Spite's back. "You may want to sssecure a good grip. I haven't had the liberty of inssstalling seatbeltz yet."
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Apr 6, 2023 6:07:57 GMT -8
Post by Karnac on Apr 6, 2023 6:07:57 GMT -8
The girls waved Jonas off before returning there attention back to the approaching drexl. Though neither were truly educated on the creatures normally, it was clear enough that it was far from average. Mostly because it seemed that one of the methods Gavin sought to train his apprentices was in hunts against different types of creatures to which the drexl had found a mention. But it was her size that gave it away before it grew closer and its scales and the feeling gave solidified it.
As it landed, both girls braced themselves, uncertain if it would stop in time before reaching them. It did, however, though it kicked up a cloud of dust that made them cough a bit. Their guards did not immediately drop as it then turned to them after showing Dragus some affection. Yet, the Sith was quick to refocus its attention, allowing them some semblance of ease, especially when he showed his dominance over it, the creature dropping without question at a single heel.
After Dragus mounted, he ushered them aboard. Making sure to not waste time less the drexl decide to attempt to disobey its master, they climbed onto the saddle, taking hold as suggested. |
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Apr 7, 2023 5:29:10 GMT -8
Post by Dragus on Apr 7, 2023 5:29:10 GMT -8
With a great beat of its powerful wings, Spite took to the air, carrying the three riders on its back towards a small village far away in the mountains.
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Jun 27, 2023 8:58:30 GMT -8
Post by Dragus on Jun 27, 2023 8:58:30 GMT -8
A squad of newly minted red gammaplast armoured Sith Jetpack Troopers flew from over the rooftops of the port city of Nime like a pack of avian raptors, the thrust nozzles of their NJP-900 integrated jetpacks shrieking as they bled exhaust and flame, propelling them towards the docks. Sophisticated targeting sensors in their helmets helped them aim the explosive blaster shots of their F-11ABA heavy blaster cannons as they occasionally opened fire on lone civilians. While the bloodshed appeared at a glance indiscriminate, it was all specifically targeted, a sweep of the baseline human males still living in the city. Their numbers had been waning since the introduction of the Nu-Jakes from the Sith Eternal cloning facility on Kamino, but a few of the weak blooded unaltered humans could still be found. With the introduction of the NJ2s, which would serve in the capacity as they were seen today striking like predators from above, the genocide was preceding at pace. Smoking corpses with charred holes where the meat was flash broiled and blown out, littered the streets of Nime, filling the port area with delicious scent of scorched flesh.
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Post by Dragus on Dec 25, 2023 9:14:32 GMT -8
Descending from the storm blackened sky of Roon over the port city of Nime was a Y-45 armoured transport hauler carrying a ginormous Pzobian pine-tree between its heavy duty cargo lifter arms, which it lowered to the centre of the city which had been earlier cleared by a combination of crimson clad NJ1 Sith Troopers and NJ2 Sith Jetpack Troopers. The tree had been pre-decorated by the Night Ewoks of Weeping Bark Village near the ruins of the City of the Eye, who festooned its branches with flayed scraps of skin, coils of stomach intestine, and tallow candles of congealed human fat. The morbid decorations were part of a Pzobian Sithmas tradition, causing the entire tree to exude an oppressive reek of carrion that overpowered even the heady aroma of pine sap. Teams of tinker-rats guided the tree in with luminous green glow sticks, while rubber suited warlock enginseers secured the towering trunk to a durasteel stand bolted into the ground. When the pine tree was in place, the Y-45 hauler ascended back into the sky to make way for a musical precession marching through the streets of Nime.Monstrous mutant ranat-ogres carrying galandin-skin drums strapped to their bulging chests beat a tribal rhythm as a blurrg drawn carriage rolled towards the city square. The unusual carriage appeared to have been crafted from glossy black arachnid carapace, with tattered curtains hanging over the windows to conceal the revered figure inside. Storm vermin with flutes carved from femur bones played a twisted melody as they danced beside the rolling carriage, while Night Ewok maidens tossed Murakami orchid petals across the cobblestone streets ahead of the slow moving precession. As the carriage reached the square, it rolled to a stop on Sith-iron spoke wheels, the blurrg ahead of it snorted and sniffing the air as the sweet stench of rot caused their massive maws to salivate and drool. A scabrous rodent in soiled rags hurry-scurried to the carriage door and unhooked a dripping carpet of rolled flesh that unfurled like a tongue towards the base of the tree. The hench-vermin then hooked its crooked paws across the door handle of the ground cart and pulled it open with a creak.Emerging from the gloomy interior was none other then the sultan of sin, the saurian Sith of ill fame and fortunate, the one the people of Pzob called the Famine Lord. Garbed in a bright red wookiee pelt suit with white wampa fur trim, the black scaled saurian cut a dashing figure, even as his big pregnant belly bulged beneath the large electrum buckle holding together his tanned man-hide belt. Resting his right claw on the ornate meltmassif orb capping his signature saber-cane, the Gorgon’s Eye, the Dark Apothecary stepped out of the carriage while carrying a large sac over his opposite scaly shoulder. The cane’s raw cortosis tip elicited wet squelches as it punctured the meat carpet he stalked across with every talon toed step, until finally the Great Devourer arrived before the terrifying trunk of timber and swung the sac from his shoulder to the ground."Ho, Ho, Ho!" Hissed the Bloodwyrm, summoning a curvy cult of Sith skanks from the Whores Eternal that waited in the forming crowd, each garbed in a poorly fitting sephi costume that revealed more bare skin than it seemed to conceal. The flirty flock of female forms flitted over to the Famine Lord’s side and stroked their silky smooth palms upon his large bulbous sack, before slipping their manicured fingers inside to extract the holiday presents it contained. The scantily clad twi’leks placed gift boxes wrapped in shimmering laminanium and electrum paper beneath the grizzly Pzobian pine, ranging from various sizes but similar in that each was marked with a bow and a label personally addressing the gifts to members of the Sith Eternal from the one and only Draggy-Claws.The gifts are as follows: For Karnac: A woolly jungle wampa fur scarf and toque knitted by Mal’ize with precise horn holes in the winter hat so that it would slide perfectly over the Champion’s spikey head of thorns. Also included was a group gift for the Zabrak and his team of Spectres, which included a beautiful ring of ornately wrought and woven Sith gold set with a midnight blue opal of Nihil smokestone, and matching smokestone pendants with gold trim for each member of the Spectres. The ring would enhance Karnac’s ability to sense and communicate with his team even over vast distances, a far more reliable method than a mechanical commlink device.For Xitan: A velvet box containing a pair of Sith iron nipple rings that had once belonged to the Famine Lord’s older brother Bacca, Warmaster of the Eye, meant for those shirtless moments at the sparring pits in the Fortress of Tawntoom. The rings contained a phantom sliver of the Warmaster’s rage, filling the wearers mind with visions of bloodshed and battle, encouraging bloodlust and savagery. When worn, one might find themselves driven to acts of barbarity, possessed by feelings of wrath and fury.For Craxious: A heavily sedated Night Pooba in a tightly bound box with several air holes poked into it. The small half meter tall fuzzy black blear alien came with a strict set of instructions to be followed. Never expose it to direct sunlight, nor get the creature wet, and never ever feed it after midnight. Strangely, the instructions didn’t say why.For Sirona: A set of bestiary themed Sith encyclopedias from the Black Library on Pzob, a volume of the Great Devourer’s complete written works on the Ranat Clans of Dragusblight, and an educational book labelled ‘Pzobian Blackscript for Dummies’. The grimoires were affectionately bound in tanned human hide, penned in alchemical blood ink on soft twi’lek vellum and written in the hieroglyphic runes of blackscript, which now explained the inclusion of one aptly named title.For Valefor: An appropriately sized charcoal hued Night Ewok fur loin cloth that would adequately cover his posterior when he bent over. Additionally included was a framed photograph snapped by the Dark Apothecary’s rakatan ocular implant while in the Mines of Mortale, displaying a still frame of Elarinya holding an ornate cortosis dagger as she whirled around martially murdering the undead.For Elarinya: A set of somewhat simple reflective spectacles that had once belonged to the Famine Lord’s favourite fascist traveling companion, the Major. Possessed with a perverted strand of the illusionary white current, the glasses were constructed using ancient Fallanassi secrets, allowing the wearer to pierce the veil of all manner of fabrics to see the truth hidden beneath the false layer of constraining garments sentient beings so often adorned themselves with.For Rebellious: A sinisterly ornate wrought Sith iron chandelier set with fresh tallow candles of congealed human fat, the very same chandelier that had illuminated the conference room of the Warlord on the Sith’s journey from the ill fabled isle of Draggle Rock to the dust shrouded star fortress of the Nullus Beacon. The Dark Apothecary had seen the way his new little brother so enviously stared at the saurian Sith’s unparalleled sense of style and simply could not deny the poorly mannered and newly promoted Fist his hearts deepest desire.For Thrakk: The polished skull of the very same NJX of the Elite Praetorian Guard he had summarily slaughtered in the streets of Kessel upon their first meeting. The bone had been cleansed of all organic residue and layered in a protective translucent polymer to ensure its longevity, with flickering flame jewels set in each eye socket and its teeth replaced with metallic blue cortosis cuspids. The skulls original teeth had been drilled through and strung on a tribal necklace paw crafted by Lil’Mort, set beside the skull as an additional gift. It was intended to be used as a paperweight or desk ornament.For Mal'ize: An insulated Drexl scale shockball mitt with electro-filament wires delicately woven into the material to protect her hand from any residual electrical shocks, accompanied by ninety-nine electrically charged shockballs, one for each of her future offspring. Additionally included was a pocket-Ewokinomicon which included several of the Dark Apothecary’s alchemical recipes for imbuing several alloys and metals with the Darkside.For Travis: A Sith surgical steel scalpel painstakingly crafted in the Hellforge beneath the Black Temple on Pzob by the Famine Lord's own claw, sharpened to an unequaled edge and woven with the strange sorceries and black magic of the Cult of the Eye, with an edge so hard and narrow it could precisely slice through the armoured hide of a battle hydra like a lightsaber through warm blue-butter.For Wart: A dark silken bag of volcanic sand scooped from the fiery shores of a lake of molten fire on soot stained Mustafar, collected by the the tusken tyrant's adoptive father preceding his escape from the spider inhabited dimension of Otherspace. The tiny grains were as black as coal and reeked strongly of brimstone, somewhat acidic in that they'd blister the naked hand of any who held them for too long.As for anyone else forgotten or unlisted, the Dark Apothecary had made a personal donation in their name to the Draggy Ewok Fund, providing each with a detailed package of the ewok they were supporting and the village to which they belonged. When the presents were all set around the tree, the saurian Sith brought two talons of his right claw to his toothy snout and sealed his black lips around the crooked meat-hooks, blowing to elicit a sharp whistle that served as the signal to the Night Ewoks in the crowd, who began butchering the townspeople that had gathered to watch with swarms of poison laced obsidian serrated arrows and crudely sharpened spears of glossy black dragon glass. A festive frenzy of fear and blood consumed the gathering as the citizens of Nime fled in terror, assuming they were lucky enough not to be hacked apart limb by limb and feasted upon by hungry feral bears. It was all good fun; another Sithmas miracle.MERRY SITHMAS!
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Feb 18, 2024 13:30:32 GMT -8
Post by Dragus on Feb 18, 2024 13:30:32 GMT -8
Journey to Koong Island Wooden doors swung inwards with a groaning creek at a dockside watering hole known to cater to less than reputable members of society. Entering the dingy and damp cantina was a lean figure whose features were hidden away by a mouldering yellow robe that might have once been white, but had long since soiled, covered in organic spatters of a questionable nature. With the figure's hood pulled up over their shorn scalp, casting shadows across their pale almost ghoulish complexion, only the lower half of their face could be seen. Thin lips were twisted into a permeant sneer, occasionally splitting to reveal rotten teeth filed to sharpened nubs like the mouth of a piranha. Other then that, the only other item of note that made this figure stand out in a crowd was the sword resting on their hip, thrust through a drexl scale scabbard, with a handle bound tightly in strips of tanned man-hide. A more psychically gifted individual might have sensed the darkness wafting off the corrupted monk, who was in fact a member of the Famine Lord's sinister hunger cult, deranged cannibal servants of the Eye. The sour reek of carrion exuded from the cultist's pours as he entered the bar and crossed to one dark corner, where another unusual character could be found. Lounging in a candle lit booth in the southeast corner of the cantina, was a black scaled reptilian draped in a man-flesh long coat and wearing a tricorn hat atop its saurian head. Its right leg from the knee down was a peg of dark Pzobian oak and its left claw had been replaced with a gnarly looking vibro-hook that gleamed whenever the light caught its polished surface. A tuft of white hair hung beneath the crocodilian's chin, and a leather patch covered the lounging lizard's missing left eye. The oddly dressed barabel appeared to be deep in a bottle of rum, puffing away on a cob-pipe hanging from the right crook of its toothy maw.The cultist walked right up to the table and stopped as he reached it, raising his hands to his hood to pull back the cowl and expose his ghastly visage, with skin so white it was practically translucent. Black veins of corruption spiraled outwards from colourless eyes that leered at the rum drinking reptile. "Captain Long-Drags." Hissed the monk, his voice barely more than a hoarse whisper. "You will have heard of me. I am Mephisto, High Pr..." Before the monk could complete his sentence, the barabel leaned forwards and slammed his left arm down hard on the table between them, burying the tip of his vibro-hook into the wooden surface. Baring a mouthful of fangs, the surly saurian nodded his snout. "Aye. I know who ye be. Mephisssto of the Hunger Cultz." Tensing the same arm, he pried his hook free with a tug, taking part of the table with him. With his right he began to wiggle the piece of wood, working it loose. "What I don't know iz why ye be bothering me. Eh? What bringz ye to Ol'Cap'n Long-Dragz? Ye be in need of a ship?" With his remaining bloody right red eye, the sea-faring serpent studied the cultist, watching him wearily and with obvious mistrust."Of course." Replied Mephisto, feeling somewhat rankled by the haemonculai's tone. "As you know, our master..." "Ha!" Interrupted Long-Drags again, finding fast fault in the ghoulish umbaran's choice of words. "Your massster, maybe." He continued, easing his right claw down to his hip where a blackpowder pistol rested in a holster hidden beneath the table. "Not mine. I may be made from a bit of hiz blood, in hiz image, but I'm no ssservant of hiz. Ye be a fool to think otherwissse. If ye be ssseeking me servicez, ye best ssspeak to me of coin." That much was true. Ol'Cap'N Long-Drags, as he liked to be called, was created from the corrupted DNA of the Famine Lord. One of several hommonculai of Dragus, Captain Long-Drags was originally designed to command the Dark Apothecary's space fleet, but a mistake in the programming of his psycho-indoctrination meant that the space crocodile had been filled with the knowledge of sea travel rather then space travel. Due to that and the captain's habit of disappearing off to dockside brothels, the hommunculai was let go from regular service, allowed some semblance of freedom ironically because of his incompetence.The seated crocodilian captain tensed as Mephisto's veiny hand reached into his mouldering robe, then eased as the hand was removed, holding in its emaciated fingers a fat pouch that clinked as the monk dropped it on the table between them. "Coin it is, clone. Two hundred Dragcoins, and another five hundred upon delivery." The conversion rate of the Sith Eternal's currency of Dragcoins to credits varied week to week, but roughly that worked out to twenty-five million credits. The scaled lid over Cap'n Long-Drags right eye went wide, then he sat back and let out a whistle, more intrigued by the cannibal's proposal. "Ye have me attention now, ghoul. Ssso thiz be a transssporting job, eh? You do need a ship." As the captain's lips curled up into a grin, several of his gold fangs were exposed, along with a forest of those that hadn't yet fallen out from scurvy. "What am I sssmuggling? Hmmm? Or do me even want to know?" Mephisto shook his head. "Not smuggling, just transporting. And the ship is being provided. We just need someone whose been to Koong Island before.""Koong Island! Are ye mad?" Long-Drags shook his snout in disbelief, releasing his grip on his gun and instead wrapping the same claw around the bottle of rum on the table. He took a deep swig of the sweet drink before continuing. "Even if me be willing to risssk the curssse, and it'z a big IF, thossse waterz are treacherouz thiz time of ssseason. Wavez a hundred feet high, roll your boat right over into the sssea to be ssswallowed by serpentz of the deep. The island ye ssseek iz in the sssouthern sssea, ye underssstand, full of whirlpoolz that can pull ye to the ocean bottom. Carcharodonz are drawn to the warmer waterz to mate. Makez em meaner. Even were we to make it to the island, there iz only one way in passst the reef. A sssingle missstake can tear the bottom right out of yer hull." The Cap'n took a puff from his pipe and blew a smoke cloud towards the monk that briefly obscured the Mephisto's hideous expression. "Wait three monthz till ssspring. The waterz will be calmer. Then ye need only worry about the curssse.""The ship can handle the weather. It's a deep sea cargo hauler from SoroSuub, reliable repulsors and stabilizers that can ride out the chop. You won't find a more comfortable ride. You'll have access to up-to-date weather telemetry from the SE defense network and a slue of modern sensors that should make navigating the reef a synch. But it has to be now. The specimen must arrive before the Feast Day of Saint Tyna."Specimen? Ah, of course. This had to be another one of his creator's mutated monstrosities, of which there were many, the captain himself perhaps being an example of just that. Interesting how the filthy ghoul referred to it as 'the specimen', singular rather than plural. Which was only odd because of the size of the transport that Mephisto mentioned. You wouldn't need a ship that big unless you were transporting something very large."How big exactly iz thiz ssspecimen we're talking about?" He took a more voluminous draw of his pipe, rolling the smoke around in his sour mouth as he considered the monk's offer.Mephisto sneered. "Big. It takes up the entire cargo hold. We had to modify the ship just to be able to fit the creature inside." He held up a pale hand with boney finger tips. "It's in cryo-hibernation, so you needn't worry about it waking up. As I said, we just need you to get it to the island." Once more the monk reached into his robe, but Long-Drags was too focused on the pouch of coins on the table to react. He licked his parched lips with a forked tongue, slowly succumbing to greed. That could buy a lot of rum. Plenty of dances at the Whores Eternal in cursed Kala'uun. Making up his mind, he slowly reached towards the pouch with his right claw. Just as his talons were about to grab it, the hunger cultist spoke. "Oh, there is one more thing." Removing his hand from his robe, Mephisto was holding a wicked talisman radiating with utter malice and evil intent. He slapped it down on the table. "We need you to bring this as well."Almost jumping out of his seat, Ol'Cap'n Long-Drags recoiled from the amulet, despite being a creation of pure evil himself. The old sea lizard's chest rose and fell rapidly at first, but seemed to settle and slow as he became more used to the miasmic totem's foul presence. Cautiously he leaned forwards, observing the disturbing amulet with his remaining eye, feeling dark whispers in his mind the more his gaze lingered on it. When he averted his eye the voices ceased, and he sat back down, still pondering the pouch and coming to the swift conclusion that it was not enough."Forget it. I'll not sssail with no cursssed artifact. Sssomething az sssoaked in sssorcery and sssin az that will sssummon the Doomssslither down on me. Me'd sssooner walk the plank on me own ship." Across from him, the cultist cackled, his own sinister soul finding comfort in such close proximity to the revealed Amulet of Shagrat. The amulet had been crafted by the Famine Lord in the capital of Bonadon, fueled by the life force of millions of its citizens, imbued with malice born of the darkside. The crocodile's cowardly display surprised Mephisto, who picked up the amulet by its chain as though it were nothing. "Umaroth is on Rishi, Long-Drags, bound to Draggle Rock by the Devourer's spellcraft. There's no danger." This brined barabel was off his rocker.Next was the old salty saurian's turn to snicker knowingly. "Ye think that matterz out on thessse dark waterz? Thiz be thrice cursssed Roon, where the darkssside ain't jussst sssunk into the sssoil, but the sssea az well. There be beastz in the depthz, hungry thingz, that will be drawn to yonder talisssman. In the sssouthern mistz the veil between thiz world and the next iz weaker. A sssailor may find themselvez headed towardz the Umboo province and end up on Kamino." He leaned in, his good eye bulging in its socket. "I ssseen thingz out there. Thingz that'd make even your sssickly ssskin crawl."Clink! A second pouch of coin dropped next to the first. Mephisto placed his filthy hands on the table and leaned forwards, peering with his dead gaze into the old reptile's red eye. "We'll pay double." His teeth were grit, exposing black festering gums and giving the captain a good whiff of the monks rancid breath. Unsurprisingly Long-Drags didn't seem put off by it. Instead his lips were splitting apart, stretching impossibly beyond his scaled cheeks as he smile in his own revolting manner. He extended his hook to the sour cultist. "Ye have a deal." |
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May 13, 2024 13:05:13 GMT -8
Post by Dragus on May 13, 2024 13:05:13 GMT -8
Location: Roon (Albion Sector) | Roon Sea (Tawntoom province) | Koong Island  Despite the storm racked Roon Sea and treacherous waters around the darkly rumoured Koong Island, Ol'Cap'n Long-Drags had managed to successfully navigate the high seas and dangerous water ways to reach this inhospitable destination, expertly guiding in a massive aquatic cargo hauler built by the SoroSuub corporation on a tight course through a narrow pass in the reef surrounding the ominous island. A corncob pipe packed full of darkside infused spice hung from the right corner of his snout, puffing away as the old sea lizard did what few other seasoned sailors could, avoiding the hull splitting sharp rocks that made this region so dangerous to ships. He was nearly through the worst of the rough waters when a powerful sensation of pain suddenly overwhelmed his senses, causing the rum brined crocodilian to take one hand off the nautical yoke and press it firmly to his pulsating skull. "GAAAAHHHH!" He groaned and growled at once, clamping his jaw shut until his mouth of meat daggers bit into the black flesh of his gums and caused blood to trickle over his pursed scaly lips. The crocodile captain released the wheel and collapsed to the floor, causing it to spin off to the left and turn to port, scraping the underside of the bow against the reef. Salt water poured into the lower hull and began to fill up the sealed compartments there, washing away crew and drowning those trapped as the pressure door locked up tight. A mangey sea-ranat hurry-scurried to check on the seizing saurian shaking on the floor, then took over the controls, directing the cargo scow back off the reef and down the narrow straight yet again. The damage, however, was already done."Missster Squeakerz." Groaned the Captain from his place on the floor. Long-Drags reached out and took hold of the wheel, using it as leverage to climb back to his feet as he shook off the effects of whatever anomaly befell him. Unbeknownst to this salty hommunculai of the Dark Apothecary, Dragus was currently suffering birthing pains as he entered labour aboard the Nullus Beacon hidden in the same dust cloud as Roon. The Famine Lord's agony was manifesting as psychic shrieks that created a debilitating Force feedback, afflicting all of his bonded clones, even one as irreputable and uncooperative as this particular salt water barabel. "Fetch me a bottle of ssspiced rum, and don't ssskimp on the ssspice." He kneaded the scales of his brow to ease out some of the lingering ache. "What the devil jussst happened?"As he centered himself behind the controls, Cap'n Long-Drags quickly became aware of the damage the ship has received while he had been taken out of action. They were taking on too much water and would surely sink given time. Fortunately they weren't that far off the bottom and the island was directly ahead with plenty of life boats to see them ashore. The problem was their cargo. If the ship went down, so would the creature held in stasis in the main hold. If the containment field failed... BOOM! Another impact shook the ship, nearly spilling the dread lizard of the high seas back on to the floor, though he continued to hold himself up with the wheel. A terrible shriek of twisting and tearing metal sounded over the chorus of the storm as the hole in the side of the ship was ripped open wider by some unseen force. The sea obsessed hommunculai stumbled over to the bride door and threw it open, emerging out into the rain, while flashes of lightning left distorting haloes in his vision as he attempted to raise a spy glass to his eye. Staring down the scope, he spied the problem with a dawning realization of absolute dread."Sssweet Shaxad!" Cursed the Cap'n. "The Gorog haz essscaped containment!" He snarled, staring at an empty hold half full of sea water with a giant gaping hole in the hull. Long-Drags gripped the exterior bridge railing with his claws, growling in frustration as rain water blurred the viewing lens. The beast couldn't have gotten far. They were in the middle of the ocean with Koong Island the only land for a thousand miles of empty sea. There was only one place to go. Even so, there was no denying the fact. The words tumbled from the twin tips of Long-Drags forked tongue, hissed with unmistakable fear. "Shagrat the World Shaker...iz on the loossse." |
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Sept 3, 2024 16:37:30 GMT -8
Post by Dragus on Sept 3, 2024 16:37:30 GMT -8
Location: Roon (Albion Sector) | Outside Nime ( Tawntoom Province) | Dragwell Manor Estates "HELP ME! PLEASE!" Shrieked a fishers wife that had wandered too far from the city limits foraging for herbs, only to be set upon by the foul stewards of Dragwell Manor, who tended to the property while the Dark Apothecary was gone. A powerful gnarled hand twisted by mutation dragged the wailing woman by her greasy brown hair, pulling her threw the muck towards a servants door to the rear of the main house, leaving a furrow in the mud that quickly filled with water from the ceaseless rain that never seemed to stop. She fought against an impossible strength only granted to the wretch by his master's secret elixir, the famed Urcinis-Helix, the Pater Mutatis' mutagenic serum that transformed ordinary creatures into ravenous Sithspawn. To the sentients who imbibed those cursed waters, the effects were far more foul. Not only were they twisted in the flesh, but the mind as well, causing them to inevitably descend to new and monstrous depths of depravity. This former man had been granted the strength of an ogre, and all it had cost him was...well, everything really. A fair price. The hideous servant of the manor kicked open the back door and pulled the woman inside, heaving her up off the floor by her hair, before slamming her hard against the wall. The impact knocked the sense from her, but at least it stopped the shrieking. As the fisherwoman blinked away stars, the augmented mutant tossed her back onto the ground, then stood over her with his unnaturally bulbous arms down at his sides, hands cocked into fists."Shut it, whore." Growled the menacing mutant, his voice like claws grating on slate. "You're lucky I found you when I did. Only a fool travels through the mudflats on foot this close to the Manor. You were right in the middle of the Alpha-Voreclaw spawning pools. A few more minutes and the rain would have woken the nest, then you'd be crab food." He shook his scarred and pasty head from side to side, disturbing the ratty patch of hair atop his pox scarred scalp. "You must have a death wish. But I saved you." He licked his cracked and bleeding lips, leaning in close enough to give the fisherman's wife a full whiff of his rotten breath, breathed through diseased yellow teeth barely clinging to canker soar covered gums. "The least you could do is show me a little appreciation." Said the ghoulish creep with a lecherous look in his eye and an obscene bulge in his mud caked trousers."Get away from me!" Screamed the woman as she regained her senses, scrambling on her hands and knees across the floor, retreating further into the damp and dark manor. She ran past mouldering portraits painted in all manner of bodily excretion on a canvas of human skin. She knocked dusty tomes off shelves and tore through stinging spiderwebs of razor silk. Lastly she crashed through a door and tumbled door a rickety set of stairs, bouncing with a resounding thump every time her old bones struck the steps, until she reached the unavoidable bottom. Sore and bleeding, the woman tried to rise on unsteady feet, squinting in the dark to try to make out her surroundings. A groaning creek at the top of the stairs let her know her pursuer had closed on her location, and she backed away, moving further into the unlit room. Her ghoulish rescuer/kidnapper (depending how you look at it), held a lit tallow candle of congealed human fat by the base, casting a feint yellow glow about his person, putting on full display the hideousness of his uneven features. "Now, now, poppet. That's not very nice. You're starting to make me angry."He leapt from the stairs, landing smack dab in the middle of the basement room, his glowing light illuminating the frightened woman who was on the verge of succumbing from shock. She looked as though she might die from fright. We can't have that. Change of plans, Cicero. The mutant grinned stupidly, exposing his wiggling snaggle-tooth. "Very well. Blood first, fun after." He winked at her, then struck her hard across the head, rendering her unconscious and leaving her with a likely concussion. Cicero caught the woman before she fell and slung her over his shoulder, carrying her back up the steps with ease, then deeper into the Manor, until he reached the Master's study near the insipid centre of the malevolent mansion. As he entered the room the ghoul was forced to shield his eyes from the light projected from low hanging Sith wrought-iron chandeliers hanging overhead. A lone figure occupied the room before Cicero and his captive entered, with their back turned to the pair, which was largely obstructed by a long flowing ermine cape that hung from straight shoulders. Lord Dirkwood, Dark Apostle of the Famine Lord, turned around to regard the Manor steward and the woman slung across his shoulder."I won't ask, because I don't care. Just place her on the altar." He hissed with a mellifluous tone, his syllables almost expressed in lyrical form. Jaundiced yellow eyes followed Cicero as he dropped the fisherman's wife unceremoniously on a flat slab of Pzobian blackstone in one corner of the room, set beside a translucent transparisteel tank containing several Roon mudmen. The ghoul stepped away after, while Lorn closed in, selecting a fat bladed fallax sword from the wall and giving it a few practice swings. After he had appropriately limbered up, Lorn lifted the blade, then brought it down hard on the captive's neck. It was a clean strike, precise and delivered with appropriate power, easily cleaving head from body. As blood sluiced out and sprayed across the study floor, the servant of the Famine Lord sunk deep into the well of infinite hatred, calling on the malign currents of the malevolent fey to suffuse his mortal form with sorcerous might. The Darkside poured into his flesh, filling out his every fibre of being with corrupting power, offering the fuel for the arcane procedure he performed. Black tendrils of shadow split off from Lorn's fingers and captured the fleeing life energy as the woman's spirit departed her body. He spun and warped that energy, transforming it into something sinister, then let it flow into another waiting reservoir.The mudmen in the tank moaned in delight as they were fed the fuel of life, which is perhaps why they didn't panic when the Dark Apostle turned on the cylinder of gas connected to the translucent aquarium, filling it full of the Urcinix-Helix in aerosol form. At first the reaction seemed the opposite of what was desired, as each of the mucky sentient creatures seemed to dissolve into a puddle of goo. Lorn waited a few minutes and was just about to call the attempt a failure, when he noticed movement in the tank. What had been a sacred thirteen puddles on the floor of the tank previous, now had merged into one, which began to molt and rise off the ground. The pile of muck altered shape, growing to the size of a man, though still displaying those same earthen features. Lorn smiled wickedly. It was far from the Sith Mud Golem he intended, but it was progress all the same. Leaving the tank behind, the Dark Apostle approached his work desk and seated himself behind the iron hard slab of Pzobian oak, then took up pen and parchment to address a letter. His master would want to know of this latest success. |
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