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Post by Shaman Odin Alfodr on Apr 9, 2013 7:25:09 GMT -8
*The surface of Mon Calamari is covered entirely in bluish-white ocean, save for the few islands that dotted its surface. Many reefs were to be found, as well.*
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Post by Syren on Apr 26, 2013 13:57:15 GMT -8
The swell rose and fell, rolling endlessly as the brisk wind licked the tops of the waves. Here and there were splotches of weedy green mats sloping in the up and down of the steady wave action. Wrapped tightly in a dense patch of green, a pale, silvery hand peeked from the leafy mat. Tangled within the weeds, a face turned towards the sun, long strands of hair mingling with the leafy fronds. The body moved only with the up and down motion of the swell, while beneath the surface various fish and invertebrates swarmed beneath the mat picking over the body as they hid from larger predators.
Moving along the sea's surface, a fishing vessel maneuvered up to the mat. The quarren crew began setting their nets and lines next to the mat of green, when one man screeched at the sight of the face in the water. The squabbled for a moment before deciding to pull the body out of the water. The alien looked female and humnaoid when they pulled it over the side of their vessel, but this creature had fins and gills. The quarren crew had never seen the like of the creature before, but they were more concerned with picking over the body for valuables rather than identifying it.
The captain of the vessel barreled out onto the deck to see what had stopped the net deployment. He kicked past his crew to the body, unfortunately devoid of valuables. He looked over the creature for a moment, turning his head to the side trying to determine if the thing was breathing. It seemed dead enough, most of the crew had concurred. If it was breathing, it was in very shallow breaths. The captain bent over it, squabbling all the while, asking why his crew would go to the trouble to pull a body out of the ocean. One man remarked they had caught a lobotes while fishing the body out. The captain seemed pleased by that and wanted to see the fish immediately. Another man pointed to the ships hold, so the captain waved his fin and returned to looking at the body.
The eyes were open, a deep green like the hair, but with a thin silver rim around the outside. The captain had thought the eyes had been closed but clearly they were now open. He missed the irises slowly contracting the pupils as he poked and prodded the flesh. The blue and white skin did not look to be ravaged by the ocean and it responded properly to his touch, but it seemed as if the creature were dead. He prodded it with a webbed felange once more.
The body inhaled deeply through the nose and a hand shot out to grab the quarren captain by the forearm. There was much shouting and the crew lurched towards the gunwales of their ship away from the creature that had looked so dead.
The creature's hand tightened around the quarren's wrist for a moment and a feral growl rumbled from her chest and a snarl ripped across her face as her instincts perceived an attack. The captain reached for a knife, a club, anything to keep the creature from attacking, but she moved with a lightning ability, from the floor to a standing position that thrust the captain backwards into the cabin.
The crew began to snap out of their shock and grabbed up some weapon. The creature, wavered on her feet casting her head around searching for the nearest threat. She hissed and spit at the quarren as they babbled in their garbled language. The creature seemed completely non-sentient to the quarren as it stood on the stern hissing and menacing them with bared teeth. It stayed cornered on the stern, while they stood ready should it attack. They were afraid of the creature.
The cabin door burst open again with the captain bearing down on the creature with a blaster rifle. The eyes of the alien seemed to widen with recognition as the captain went to fire. Again with that insane reflex, the creature dove over the side of the ship and back into the water as the beam of energy arced in her direction. The crew carefully approached the sides of the ship trying to catch a glimpse of the creature, to see if it had disappeared or if it might try to attack again.
There was no sign of the creature, but the captain decided to move away and try another fishing spot.
Beneath the surface of the water, Syren swam in an undulating motion, fast away from the sound of the fishing vessel. Slowly, her mind was coming back to her, but she was still caught in the grip of her animal self. She allowed herself to stretch out into the Nen, the force that connected every living thing in the universe. Her senses oriented her towards land. She was nearly 300 kilometers out to sea on some foreign planet. She kept her senses sharp as she angled for the surface. Rolling onto her back, she broke the surface of the water with a great exhale and a spray of water. Taking in a few breaths, she dove back beneath the surface. She maintained a streamlined position in the water, the fins along her forearms raising and lowering for maintained stability as she kicked through the water. Her skin color gave her some camouflage against the deep blue of the ocean surrounding her, but compared to a lot of creatures, she was slow and alone in the vast open space.
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Prophet C'thyl
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Jul 7, 2019 4:26:33 GMT -8
Morjanssik - After the First Order's conquest of Dac
At the bottom of the ocean, twohundred kilometers below any major landmass of Dac, rested the Quarren city of Morjanssik at the edge of a deep trench.
The deep sea city itself was not only famous for being mainly inhabited by Quarren, but also for the vast source of Farium being mined below within the trench the city bordered. The valuable material was utilized in the process of constructing starship hulls, thus becoming the major work sector of the city.
Yet, criminal activities within Morjanssik were as common as within any major mining city of the universe as black markets and illegal gambling became lucrative for some individuals, despite the efforts of local authorities to undermine these issues.
It was this god-forsaken place, where C'Thyl was raised as an orphan, where he had worked as a miner and where he first made contact with the Voices.
Here, at the edge of the abyss, unseen horrors lurked within the shadows.
Chief Manager Pearsk Sqir overlooked his records, when he was informed by his Nautolan secretary, that his visitor had arrived. The elder Quarren moved the records aside, telling the holocron that the person in question may enter his bureau. Not much was known about this certain individual other than him being a prominent guest among the Quarren leaders - yet Sqir was contacted by the mysterious individuum few days ago, announcing a visit.
Pearsk was at first not necessarily interested. He recognized the name: C'Thyl, self-styled prophet, arrived roughly a year ago at his city where he was reported several times by his men as a troublemaker, someone who brought chaos into the ordered life of the workers. He could be seen preaching everyday on local meeting points, attracting a lot of villainous scum and beggars towards him, as he spoke of those, whom he followed, entities of the darkness which supposedly would free them all from their shackles one day, if they were willing to follow him.
The Chief Manager of course didn't believe into this nonsense and had ordered the local authorities to arrest the man at once back then.
At this point people began suddenly to disappear without a trace. Creatures of unspeakable horrors were rumored to be seen at the outskirts of the cities and sane people were becoming insane in a shocking ammount of time. While the Prophet was never arrested for reasons, which still bugged Pearsk until this day, as despite his orders, guardsmen either claimed that they felt compelled to let this individual go, once he had talked to them and showed them their errors or never returned when he had sent them out, increasing even more his belief, that the Prophet was in fact a criminal.
No records other than the ones of similiar named Quarrens could be found within the archives of the city when it came to C'Thyl's past.
Pearsk had began to investigate this strange case on his own, when it came to his attention that the leaders in Coral City had invited the Prophet to their meetings as well - until the moment, when C'Thyl left the city in order to reach out for those upon the surface, like an octopus tentacle stretching out for its prey. In his absence, the Chief Manager found no records about the demagoge, no informations which matched with previously known crime lords operating within and outside the city.
Then he found by chance a curious article.
"Jedi Knight found dead within the mines - case unsolved"
Almost three decades ago, as Sqir found out, there was an incident, which even he could recall partially of having heard of, as a Mon Calamari jedi, going by the name of Coboss Kull was found dead within the third layer of the Farium mines, his corpse already cold due to the surrounding water. An investigation was fruitless, as the Mon Calamari looked like he was choked to death, yet there were no visible traces around his neck of what could have possibly murdered him this way. Investigators presumed that the deed was carried out by another force user, most likely an expierienced Sith lord or another Jedi, who had fallen to the darkness - yet despite the best efforts of authorities to solve the mystery, no culprit could be found among the suspects.
Pearsk however noted when doing further researches, that Kull was visiting several people during his stay on Morjanssik, among them a Quarren in his mid-twenties, going by the name of Thyl Sslo. An orphan as further investigations showed, though the records about Thyl were sparse as noone except the bureaucrats seemed to have noticed him during his lifetime. The Chief Manager decided that it was the best clue to research everything he could find, related to the name Thyl Sslo - just until the moment when old recordings from the local spaceport lead him onto a further trace, that around the time when Kull was murdered his personal shuttle had disappeared as well. Inquiring one of the elder port guardians, who had retired further lead to the information that it was the young Thyl, who was seen the last time at the shuttle's hangar - thus leading Pearsk to the horrifying belief, that C'Thyl might be in fact more than just a preaching demagoge.
This revelation was just hours ago, just as he was about to consider whether he should inform higher authorities within the First Order about C'Thyl's presumed past. Yet the elder Quarren knew that there was no way, that Thyl could know about him being aware of his former past - he assumed that he would rather suspect him of being aware regarding the events if he would deny him an audience while there was always the fear that the demagoge might utilize his current influence within Quarren society to ruin him, if Pearsk wouldn't allow him inside.
And then there was this unexplained morbid fascination, which he felt for C'Thyl, now that he assumed to know the unknown man better than anyone else around him. He never faced him face to face - what would he be like?
Before he could think further, the door opened up, revealing the figure of the Prophet himself, which was framed by two massive hunks of flesh.
Two brutes accompanied the smaller-looking Quarren, a Karkarodon and a Mon Calamari, both muscular enough that both their entire bodies seemed to be made out of pure muscles. Pearsk felt more than intimidated by their appearence, as it was not solely their tall build, which made them unnerving to look at but also some unnatural features, which the bureaucrat noticed. Both of the bodyguards featured milky-white eyes, indicating that they were probably blind, while their teeth look unnormally sharp, just like the fangs of actual carnivorous sea creatures from the deep see. Bones within their unusually large bodies seemed to grow out of their spines, similiar like thorns. Maybe it was just some sort of modern body modification, but it was enough to make the otherwise mostly calm Pearsk to freak out about it.
"What is the meaning of this!?", he demanded to know from the Prophet himself, his calmar head beneath the hood looking nearly as unnatural as the two, who accompanied him, "This is a private meeting! Your two... pets or whatever they are have no permission to be in this room! Tell them to leave or I call the guards!"
The last statement, despite being nearly yelled by the elder Quarren, sounded however less confident than it meant to be. Pearsk worked as a Chief Manager for several years, he had to deal multiple times with criminals and their underlings - and so far his guardsmen were always diligent when it came to sorting out any potential threat towards the Chief Manager himself. After all he was the mayor of the city - yet out of a sudden it felt as if he couldn't trust this moment into the power, which his office brought with him.
C'Thyl remained unimpressed. Almost calm the dark eyes of the Prophet, as deep as the abyss beneath the city, focused on the Quarren director, his fingers resting on an almost serpentine, black cane. If he was amused about the Chief Manager's reactions then he didn't show it openly.
"The stars have realligned themselves to reforge the future of Dac", the Prophet spoke solely in a calm voice, surprisingly melodic for his race, "Armours, white and clad in steel, they shine - they extinquished the light, they prepare THEIR arrival! Though friends of THEM they are not - as the Dark will swallow them all one day!"
There was this insane blink within C'Thyl's eyes as he spoke, which made the Chief Manager believe that the person in front of him was definitly mad, even if he understood barely of what this madman was talking about. He looked back to the bodyguards, then back to the Prophet.
Maybe he could contact someone from outside in order to help, if he had to presume that the Prophet had occupied the entire building with his men. His hand reached out to the holoprojector, almost secretly. He probably knew that he would die, but he could still sent out the informations, which he had obtained to the Imperial Bureau on the surface - he just had to be careful.
"You're a Sith, aren't you?", Pearsk confronted C'Thyl directly, no matter how hard it was to bear the unnatural face of the fellow Quarren in front of him, "And that's why you're here, aren't you? Because I found out that you murdered Coboss Kull, right?"
He nervously looked to the bodyguards, then back towards the darkside user. If he was about to draw his lightsaber in order to slice him, Pearsk knew at least that that there was an audio recording being made, now that he activated the holocron emitter. The cameras within the room would be his testimonies.
C'Thyl however, didn't react at all. He solely stared at Pearsk, shaking his head solely before he continiued speaking up in his monotone voice once more.
"Kull was a teacher whom I hold in high regards", he merely said as if it was nothing, "His fate was not chosen by me, as I was at the time nothing more than a padawan, unable to rival his abilities. THEY decided that it wasn't my fate to stay with him as my destiny lied within the circle of stars. THEY chose me to be their herald. Kull was my friend and he will be so forever - but his journey ended where mine started. He was the sacrifice to the one, who dwells below."
It was unsettling to listen towards C'Thyl when he spoke, as partially Pearsk noticed that he began to see things where by the next blink of an eye nothing was. Shadows crawling up within the corners of the dim-lighted room. Monstrous figures in near distance swimming nearby the bureau's window side outside of the ocean. Distant whispers, which seemed to call out for him in a foreign language.
Holding his head in pain while closing his eyes, he tried to fight the feeling, which overcame him. No! It couldn't be real, it was just a mindtrick! The Prophet couldn't scare him, no matter what he threw at him - that's at least what the city's mayor tried to tell himself, while he couldn't fight back the panic, which overcame him slowly.
"The First Order will know about your visit!", he then warned the hooded Quarren in front of him, "No matter if you kill me now or not, your records will be known throughout the galaxy. While we are talking this holocron projector has recorded and sent everything within the room to the surface! Y-your plot is foiled!"
At first Pearsk's frantic talk was answered with silence, making him feel for a brief moment as if he had triumphed over the Sith in front of him. He already imagined that the First Order would probably send in the Imperial Knights to deal with the preacher, once they got all the evidence they needed, therefore he thought that he could die now in peace, as he opened up his arms in expectations of being murdered by either one of the brutes or a quick lightsaber strike of C'Thyl himself.
However, none of this happened.
Rather the holocron emitter began to enlarge, just in front of Pearsk's horrified eyes, when it developed on its own, tiny little spider legs, which enlarged, growing almost into claws. The light within the room began to flicker as the things, Pearsk had seen before, reappeared, now more intense as if he was trapped like a fly within the spider's net. He frantically screamed, when the tentacle shaped-claws of the holoemitter wrapped themselves around his neck, tightly like a scarf would do and the projection showed him imageries of unspeakable horrors, drawing even nearer to him until the holographic figures moved directly at him, jumping into his face immidiately. The horror continiued as he seemingly fell through the holographic image, falling through an entirely holographic world, where he slowly began to dissolve, much to his own horror.
The tentacles wrapped around him let him go, letting him fall into a seemingly endless abyss of holographic maws and shark teeth, which solely waited for him to get eaten. And as Pearsk turned around to just see the tentacles a second time, he screamed in agony as he saw that a they had formed to a mechanized form of something so horrible to speak of, that it turned him insane.
"Will he recover from this incident?"
The monotone voice of C'Thyl sounded almost saddened, as he watched the Mon Calamari doctors standing around a mad laughing Pearsk Sqir, sitting in his bureau chair, the room being intact as before with the holocron emitter resting broken on the ground. One of the guardsmen came with a strap jacket, as the insane Quarren had attempted to attack those, who came closer towards him, talking only in gibberish while screaming uncontrollably. It was a shocking scene for most of the present persons, as they had entered the room in order to witness the mental state of the former Chief Manager.
Thus the doctor, whom the Prophet questioned merely shook his head.
"It is a possibility for sure, but an unlikely one", the Quarren scientist replied while reading through the datapad, "I'm glad that you could inform us just in time, before he would have caused more damage. His medical state is still unstable though. We apologize in the name of the city towards you and the leadership of this terrible incident - I knew Mayor Sqir from the past and well... seeing him like this I barely even recognize him."
Looking griefed, C'Thyl nodded solely.
"It seems that THEY had not destined a bright future for him", he replied while watching as the medical staff removed the mayor from the building, "I will ensure that the leadership will find a worthy replacement for his office and honor his services for the city. That's the least I can owe him."
The doctor nodded, glad that the superior person in front of him was caring about this sudden loss within Morjanssik's local gouvernment. He briefly thanked the Prophet, before he, along with his two companions, left the building.
When looking into the recordings of the city, the informations regarding Thyl Sslo were cleared, unknownst to the public, as if the orphan had never existed within Morjanssik's history. A Chief Manager, associated by chance as a member of C'Thyl's cult by some, would follow after Pearsk Sqir in order to oversee the city. Sqir would only live for a few days without any signs of recovery, before he eventually passed away. The Prophet would attend his burial, calling him in a speech a friend, whom he only knew for a brief time.
Guardsmen would notice the following day that the recordings within the bureau from the last night were non-existent, matching with the story of his previous visitor, that Mayor Sqir had became paranoid and destroyed everything related to holocameras within the room. There was still recorded data available but damaged so much that it only showed cryptic images, similiar to a computer virus.
Weeks later, people would claim that the Chief Manager's office building was cursed, as obscure holo projector scenes could be seen flickering sometimes within the system. Despite technicians trying to fix the issue, the bugs still remained as everything seemed to be intact nontheless.
Only the fishes knew the truth.
They knew the cold.
They knew the darkness.
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Jul 13, 2019 15:16:26 GMT -8
"Searchers after horror haunt strange, far places." - H. P. Lovecraft
The Mon Calamari submersible remained in slow distance of the dark abyss, when the Prophet floated down, seemingly like a ghost, as he floated down into the darkness. The pilot of the vessel, a young Mon Calamari from the surface shuddered when he saw this imagery, knowing that a descent into the open ocean's depths wasn't a thing to take easy, even as a native of Dac. Turning his head towards the acolyte, who accompanied them, a Nautolan woman, he solely whispered.
"Is this how he regular tends to do things?", he wanted to know, somewhat unsure, "Like, shouldn't we follow him?"
"The Prophet knows what he is doing", she merely answered, nearly fanatic, "The darkness calls out for him.
THEY are nearby. He communes with the gods."
The eerie silence was broken by some strange noises, which the pilot heard. Whaladons? If though it was the most frightening Whaladon, the Mon Calamari had heard within his entire life time. By now the Prophet was out of their sight, as if he had simply vanished. Just looking down into the seemingly endless dark heart of the underwater planet made the pilot's blood nearly freeze. Something was unnatural about this place, as if it literally screamed death.
If there would anything horrible rise now from the depths below them, it wouldn't have surprised him at all.
Yet it wouldn't have neither made it easier to withstand this sudden terror.
"There's devil squids around here, if I recall it right", the pilot then continiued in hopes that smalltalk would make him feel less nervous about the solitude of this seemingly god-forsaken place, "Are these your gods? If so, I pray that they're not hungry."
His joke remained unanswered as the Nautolan didn't even seem to be bothered at all. Instead she remained quiet, looking outside as if it was the most normal thing to do. Then, her eyes suddenly widened.
"I can hear them", she only whispered.
"What? The squids?"
The pilot looked outside but couldn't see anything at all. All he saw was some weird fascination within the Nautolan's face, when he suddenly noticed her sharp teeth. Almost glassy and like the fangs of a deep sea fish. He shuddered once more. Who were these people, these so-called cultists? Were these just mere body modifications?
He forbid himself to think more about it and turned his attention back to the window, where he wasn't just sure for a moment if he saw something massive moving within the darkness or not.
"They are here... below of us...", was all he solely heard before she fondly smiled, almost looking like the smile of a mad person, "Distant and far away, but I can finally hear them..."
A tear ran down her eye and now the pilot was even more uncertain how to deal with her in absence of the Prophet.
"Just remain calm, Jhek... just... calm down...", was now all he mumbled to himself in hopes that the madness around him wouldn't be able to affect him.
C'Thyl's journey into the deep sea of Dac's open oceans was taking a while until he reached the bottom of it's sandy underground, rough as it was.
The Prophet prefered these moments of his lone journeys, as they reminded him of his inner desires, bringing him clarity of his purpose. Here the Voices, those whom he heard within his mind became stronger, obtained a physical form within the shadows.
In the absence of light, C'Thyl could finally be himself, a creature of the darkness,
as deadly and silent as the countless predators in the vast distance around him.
"It hungers."
And at the same time he could feel what was below him, what was the purpose of his journey and the very reason, why he had started this expedition.
Once he had finished the deal with the Mon Calamari Shipyards and overlooked the secret construction site of where his requested MC90s would be created, the Prophet's attention was more drawn to the history of Mon Calamari and the secrets it beared. One among the more common known secrets was a creature, which had roamed the seas of Mon Calamari for a brief ammount of time.
"It rises."
Aware that he was not alone down here, the Quarren continiued his search of what he seeked to find. Old remnants.
The knowledge to awaken the primal gods. To show the galaxy the truth of what lied beneath.
To master life outside the natural boundaries.
To herald THEIR arrival.
"It comes!"
Then, there was it.
A large, hulking shadow, countless glassy eyes in dry shells on its back, teeth larger than the prophet itself.
The thing layed lifeless on the bottom of the ocean, the skeleton of a previous time, down at the bottom of the fissure, known as Devil's Crevasse.
Even after several decades, the skeleton of the Sea Leviathan, spawned by the Sith Order of Darth Krayt was still a massive appearence, guarding the chasm to which it was dragged down as an eternal guardian. The dark Sith magic, which created the creature, could still be felt by the sorcerer as the intensity of the voices increased by a tremendous ammount. C'Thyl knew that here lied the key stone for his future Sith alchemy experiments - the knowledge to create or even enhance new wild life, dwelling within the ocean.
It was the power, which would fuel one day the long forgotten gods within the mind of the mad Quarren. And as he reached out to one of the boney blister pods, being torn off the creature by the likes of other natural predators, C'Thyl's thoughts were flooded by the endless possibilites of what to create, what to mold out of the darkness when the time was ready.
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Jul 25, 2019 16:22:31 GMT -8
“Blue, green, grey, white, or black; smooth, ruffled, or mountainous; that ocean is not silent.” - H. P. Lovecraft 
The ceremony unfolded with various cultists in the middle of the night, down below the chasm of Morjanssik.
They were thirty-two at the beginning of the night, the utmost loyal of the loyal cultists, whom C'Thyl had gathered for the purpose of the ritual around the captured Devilsquid.
Only a few would survive the night, as C'Thyl's madness had no bounds.
As the cultists chanted, the mutated creature had already swallowed another living sacrifice from the surface, the breathing mask of the victim laying upon the sand being the only testimony of the person, who went missing days ago. With most of it's skin being covered in thorns and it's tentacles reaching quite an enormous size, the Sithspawn was kept in chains, solely crafted to hold this massively-grown beast in the cavern, which was chosen to be its prison for the moment. Over weeks now, C'Thyl was breeding this creature, caring for it, feeding it, taming it.
Sith alchemy was a delicate practice which required its practitioner to know each step in order to maintain controll over its creation - an art, which C'Thyl easily had perfected over months upon several chosen Mon Calamari, Quarren and other aquatic denizens, who showed their loyality to the Prophet.
Today though, C'Thyl intended to give a non-sentient creature sentience.
Not solely to just make it another mindless follower - but to release one among the Voices into the world.
Shaxad
With nearly twenty-five feet tall, the god-like creature was one among those, whom the Prophet heralded. A creation, created out of darkness in order to destroy, to extinquish all what is light. Just like the Sea Leviathan, Shaxad had a purpose as it was the embodiment of destruction in the eyes of the sorcerer - one, who followed not solely the Prophet's command, but one, who was also released to guide the Prophet.
Pouring all his thoughts about the persona of this ancient, godly creature into its creation, the final process began when the last victim among the sacrificed was eaten up by Shaxad.
The moment, where he would obtain his sentience, fed to the kraken-like being by none other than the Prophet.
And thus, while the choir of cultists was still chanting, C'Thyl unlocked the chains with the help of the Force, unleashing the kraken as it is supposed to be. With most of his tentacles and tendrils freed, the former devil squid grabbed the first cultist from the ranks,
then another, and then one more,
pouring them quickly into the gaping, razor-sharp maws on the sides of its head, as it began to develop sentience.
Knowledge. Power.
Bound in trance not many of the cultists even realized what was going on, when the beast slowly fed its way through their ranks - few got spared and those, who attempted to flee were the first, who would be delivered as a meal to Shaxad by choice of the Dark One himself.
Soon the creature was fed up though and the chanting ended - if there was relief among the eight survivors of the massacre, they didn't show it at all behind their masked faces. The Prophet stood firm in front of its creation, knowing that Shaxad was complete.
Once everything has fallen silent, the Prophet floated forward, nearby the creature.
"Welcome, oh Great One!", he heard C'Thyl whisper in his mind, while he spoke the same words to the gathered audience, "WE are honored to release you as the first of your kind , Shaxad, Terror of the Deep!"
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Post by Shaxad on Jul 25, 2019 19:51:18 GMT -8
Like someone flipping a switch to turn on a light, Shaxad's whole existence changed as he very suddenly awoken within the body that the Prophet had crafted for him. His consciousness transferring from the great dark ethereal beyond into the physical plane. Freeing him to wreck havoc upon those that dared oppose the Prophet and the other Great Ones. And so he fed upon those that had helped summoned him into this world, to quiet his hunger. Their power becoming apart of his own.
When at last he was done with his fill, Shaxad floated before the Prophet and those that had been gathered and survived to watch his birth. As the Prophet spoke his name, Shaxad let out a deep roar as his two jaws opened wide. Pure darkside energy crackled from deep within and arced out into the waters a few feet. His central eye remained upon the Prophet then, while his other two eyes looked around, examining his surroundings
You have served us well, Prophet... Your continued faith and devotion shall be rewarded... All shall serve the deep, or they shall perish...
His voice seemed to boom around them, despite neither of his mouths opening and moving like someone talking. Shaxad could project his words through the Force and directly into the minds of those nearby as if he was speaking normally.
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Jul 26, 2019 5:20:22 GMT -8
Like someone flipping a switch to turn on a light, Shaxad's whole existence changed as he very suddenly awoken within the body that the Prophet had crafted for him. His consciousness transferring from the great dark ethereal beyond into the physical plane. Freeing him to wreck havoc upon those that dared oppose the Prophet and the other Great Ones. And so he fed upon those that had helped summoned him into this world, to quiet his hunger. Their power becoming apart of his own.
When at last he was done with his fill, Shaxad floated before the Prophet and those that had been gathered and survived to watch his birth. As the Prophet spoke his name, Shaxad let out a deep roar as his two jaws opened wide. Pure darkside energy crackled from deep within and arced out into the waters a few feet. His central eye remained upon the Prophet then, while his other two eyes looked around, examining his surroundingsYou have served us well, Prophet... Your continued faith and devotion shall be rewarded... All shall serve the deep, or they shall perish...His voice seemed to boom around them, despite neither of his mouths opening and moving like someone talking. Shaxad could project his words through the Force and directly into the minds of those nearby as if he was speaking normally.
"As it is your will, so it shall be, Great One", he solely replied, before turning around and adressing those around him,"Shaxad has spoken and so it shall be! Spread the message of his arrival and feed the unbelievers to him! The truth will open the eyes to even those, who declared us liars!
The Dark will rise!
And so will the Dominion!"
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Post by Shaxad on Jul 26, 2019 12:33:50 GMT -8
Shaxad reached out his tentacles, wrapping them around several rocks that extended from the cavern walls. Moving his gigantic mass about as he grew more and more accustomed to this new form. His attention passing over the dissipating group as they went off to spread his word across the oceanic world. More of his kin would be released from the void soon. They would need all of the sacrifices they could gather. Then, those that survived would be bound to them in servitude, to create an Empire of the Deep.
But obstacles still stood within their way, to securing all of Mon Calamari. Matters that he could now address with the Prophet alone. Shaxad steadied his body as he focused upon the Quarren. His mind racing through the memories he had acquired and those that he had held from before. And finally, he stilled them into enough of an order that he could address the Prophet
You have chosen your servants well... Now that I have been awakened, the time to strike is fast approaching... There are still those that slumber, that we may awaken to aide in our fight... Tell me, Prophet, does the Dominion stand ready to serve? Or does it require a display of our power?
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Jul 27, 2019 3:24:02 GMT -8
The Prophet knew that the question would arise soon.
"We hold controll of the shipyards and a majority of cities, but the leaders think, that I act on their agenda - only few, I fear, might be worthy to join the ranks of the Dominion, as they do see the truth", he then explained, his voice clear and without any doubt, "And I can feel that some of the lightsiders are still on the planet - they are the minor threat, yet one I wouldn't want to underestimate.
But the time will come soon enough, when we will ignite fear within the minds of the unworthy, Shaxad.
You may rise whenever you see it fit and may hunt whatever you wish to hunt down.
The seed to subdue Dac has been planted and more of your kind will soon rise as well - they will already see the Dark, when it has taken full controll over their bodies and minds as well."
A dramatic pause followed, as the Prophet was confident about the situation. They wouldn't play any games or meddle too long within political games, as the power over Mon Calamari had already shifted to the Dark Side. With Shaxad as his ally and the construction of a powerful fleet, the Quarren Dominion would soon see a new leadership.
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Post by Shaxad on Jul 27, 2019 18:50:43 GMT -8
Shaxad listened to the Prophet's assessment of the situation. The world was duly prepared for the rise of the Deep. But as with all things, there were still those that doubted and resisted the truth. He let out a low rumble as he considered everything new that he had learned
We shall clear out the unworthy in due time... For now, let us focus upon building our strength proper and extinguishing the light that remains to resist us... For now, I still yet hunger... Attend to the preparations, and call me when you are ready to move against our enemies...
Shaxad moved through the ocean, sticking to the chasm of Morjanssik's depths to hunt for unsuspecting prey
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Jul 28, 2019 9:02:14 GMT -8
Looking after his massive creation, slowly taking its leave from the cavern like a floating, tentacled nightmare, the Prophet stood still where he was, taking his time for the moment, as he was considering their next steps. With the trench secured, should the gouvernment and the Mon Calamari Shipyards try to slight the cult in an act of defiance, it would take a whole army to retake it.
Shaxad would ensure that, as there was hardly any force, which could stop the behemoth from guarding the oceans. The time would soon come where he would release the kraken to the rest of the ocean surface in order to ensure that the entirety of Mon Calamari will spread the message of the Dominion's power.
But Shaxad was in the end a terror of the depths.
With the future of the Dominion and the spreading of the Dark, others will be needed to fulfill the will of the Great Ones in other domains.
And with that knowledge, C'Thyl left the place, intending to plan a visit soon upon his second subject.
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Aug 30, 2019 4:45:29 GMT -8
I am writing this under an appreciable mental strain, since by tonight I shall be no more. Penniless, and at the end of my supply of the drug which alone makes life endurable, I can bear the torture no longer; and shall cast myself from this garret window into the squalid street below. Do not think from my slavery to morphine that I am a weakling or a degenerate. When you have read these hastily scrawled pages you may guess, though never fully realise, why it is that I must have forgetfulness or death.- Dagon, H.P. Lovecraft 
The noises of the swamp would have been unnerving for regular humanoid beings after a few hours.
Yet C'Thyl and those, who accompanied him got used to the wildlife surrounding them, as the beings of this dense jungle within the few surface areas of Dac feared the Sith Sorcerer and those accompanying him more than others before them. Single remnants of Imperial Stormtrooper armour or skeletons of deceased Mon Calamari were a rare sight, but showed of well the past of this location. Few know by now the tales, told about the Amphi-Hydrus , a native species of darksiders, which once had ruled the planet for a brief time until the Galactic Empire drove them back. With their foothold destroyed those advanced beings, capable of controlling the minds of others, fled back into the swamps from where they came, waiting and brooding for an opportunity to return.
An enclave of those froglike humanoids had retreated into these parts of the swamp, as even by the means of a spaceship or a submarine it was hard to reach. Protected by the wildlife of the Mon Calamarian surface, adventurers would even die a perilous death even before spotting their exotic huts within the distance, build even into the massive trees, which are surrounded by murky water.
As the Prophet reached the outer plattforms, leading up to the domain of the Amphi-Hydrus, he could already feel their presence.
They knew already that he came. And they awaited the group already.
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Post by Vh'Atle on Sept 3, 2019 13:54:00 GMT -8
Floating in the shadows, out of sight and out of mind of any he did not wish, Vh'Atle followed along with the Prophet, ready to strike down any indicated by his master, or perhaps to make himself known, for that added effect of terror.
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Post by Av'othi on Sept 10, 2019 13:35:25 GMT -8
Av'othi watched the approach of the Herald of Shadows, as the seers called him. He would bring the planet back to order, restore the power of the force as the dominant ruler of the world Dac. He would bring about the evolution necessary for the survival of the species, and the village elders welcomed him. Av'othi could feel the Herald in the force, and was amazed, and terrified by the shear power of the being. He offered a simple greeting, before begging him to join the elders in the village center where he might be more comfortable.
"Welcome Great One, the elders are eager to welcome you properly in village council chamber."
The chamber, was utterly primitive in it's construction, except for the force imbuement. This building would withstand turbolasers better than durasteel. It also shielded the minds of those inside from external manipulation, a handy thing in a tribe of telepathic force users. Av'othi lead the way into the village to the designated meeting room and then stopped at the door. He was not of the council so he was not permitted inside. He was called to serve though, he knew that. He felt it, the seers had confirmed it. He would serve the Herald of Shadows in the great ocean of the stars, striking terror and bringing back fortune for the one who would save their race from obscurity and shame.
The elders, including the seers, had seen what needed to be done. This one, brought salvation, where they could only survive. This was a failure, and they would gladly sacrifice themselves to prove the loyalty of the tribe. The loss of leadership would leave it almost completely dependent upon the Herald for guidance. But even this would not be enough by itself. The Ritual the elders had contrived over the years since the Imperial victory, would bind their souls into an artifact that would amplify the abilities of the user and provide him with combined knowledge of every soul consumed.
An unfortunate oversight makes the artifact, much less useful to any being of another race. The knowledge seemingly gibberish, the amplification nullified by greater resistance caused by poor compatibility. It could grant most force users a master of telepathy, foresight, and sense. Non force users would gain limited telepathy, so long as they were touching the artifact. The Artifact itself, is a massive pearl. Oddly translucent, with swirling shadows writhing inside responding to the touch of living flesh. The village waited quietly outside with Av'othi, while the pearl waited invitingly inside. The ritual was done, the elders had put their power literally in the hands of their savior.
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Sept 12, 2019 7:04:36 GMT -8
Av'othi watched the approach of the Herald of Shadows, as the seers called him. He would bring the planet back to order, restore the power of the force as the dominant ruler of the world Dac. He would bring about the evolution necessary for the survival of the species, and the village elders welcomed him. Av'othi could feel the Herald in the force, and was amazed, and terrified by the shear power of the being. He offered a simple greeting, before begging him to join the elders in the village center where he might be more comfortable. "Welcome Great One, the elders are eager to welcome you properly in village council chamber."The chamber, was utterly primitive in it's construction, except for the force imbuement. This building would withstand turbolasers better than durasteel. It also shielded the minds of those inside from external manipulation, a handy thing in a tribe of telepathic force users. Av'othi lead the way into the village to the designated meeting room and then stopped at the door. He was not of the council so he was not permitted inside. He was called to serve though, he knew that. He felt it, the seers had confirmed it. He would serve the Herald of Shadows in the great ocean of the stars, striking terror and bringing back fortune for the one who would save their race from obscurity and shame.
The elders, including the seers, had seen what needed to be done. This one, brought salvation, where they could only survive. This was a failure, and they would gladly sacrifice themselves to prove the loyalty of the tribe. The loss of leadership would leave it almost completely dependent upon the Herald for guidance. But even this would not be enough by itself. The Ritual the elders had contrived over the years since the Imperial victory, would bind their souls into an artifact that would amplify the abilities of the user and provide him with combined knowledge of every soul consumed.
An unfortunate oversight makes the artifact, much less useful to any being of another race. The knowledge seemingly gibberish, the amplification nullified by greater resistance caused by poor compatibility. It could grant most force users a master of telepathy, foresight, and sense. Non force users would gain limited telepathy, so long as they were touching the artifact. The Artifact itself, is a massive pearl. Oddly translucent, with swirling shadows writhing inside responding to the touch of living flesh. The village waited quietly outside with Av'othi, while the pearl waited invitingly inside. The ritual was done, the elders had put their power literally in the hands of their savior.
But C'Thyl had learned a lot over the years, mastered forbidden arts, of which even the elders could solely dream of.
His mental guard was let down on purpose, as it was a test to their loyality. Some would see telepathy and the ability to controll one's mind as a gift, just as the sorcerors of his cult tend to do - C'Thyl, however, knew that this gift can as well be a curse, as even he himself wasn't safe from the madness dwelling deep within him. THEY were a force not to underestimate.
And the elders probably knew, that THEY also were present.
Thus he answered Av'othi briefly.
WE came to demand your servitude, he only answered telepathically to everyone within the room with a voice, so indifferent of his natural one, that it seemed as if multiple voices spoke at the same time, And we are pleased to see your preparations. The future generation of our Dominion's leadership, fully assembled at this place. Your loyality will be rewarded - but so will we punish treason, more fearsome than just death.
So far the Prophet only talked, the glances of mental images could be felt distantly. Everyone assembled could feel, that the sorceror in front of them himself kept these images secluded on purpose. He wasn't trying to present them as a trap towards the gathered community - he had to hold them back in order to protect those, who would otherwise risk to peek into them.
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Post by Av'othi on Sept 15, 2019 17:11:10 GMT -8
Av’othi could not bow, his physiology not permitting, but he did send a telepathic response of certain and eager acquiescence. The Herald spoke as the seers had proclaimed he would, this was good. Perhaps in service to this one the Amphi-hydrus would finally be able rule across the stars as they should. Not as the masters perhaps, but as minor lords at least. Enough to give them the freedom to grow and build the strength necessary to challenge the oppressors that driven the Amphi-hydrus into their swampy lairs. Av’othi waited patiently for the Herald to enter the Edler’s Hut and receive their greeting. He was eager to serve, and prove his worthiness to the cause. The madness hidden within the Herald was not a deterrent, but a lure for him. He hungered for power, and a little madness for so much power seemed a bargain to him. Completely unaware of the ritual, or it's effect upon his elders, Av'othi urges the Herald to go inside and meet with them. However, only the strange pearl awaits the Herald inside. The village remains unaware, due to the hut's special construction, or rather the special enchantment cast upon it.
“In here Great One, the Elders are eager to speak with you regarding the services we can provide you and them.”
Av’othi noticed an… oddness, something was off, but he couldn’t say what. It hadn’t been here before the Herald arrived so it was probably just his madness bending the reality around him a little. He pushed the thought to the back of his mind, never considering that the Herald might have brought anyone with him, why would he need to?
The others in the village were in awe and terror of the Herald as they beheld his awesome power. They had known that opposing his will would be beyond them, but they had not guessed at just how far beyond them it would be. Now it was obvious, a great chasm that seemed to stretch beyond the edge of this world. This was power, this was being worthy of their loyalty and efforts. He would surely bring them into days more glorious than they had ever known.
As awe and shock wore away, eager acquiescence spread from Av’othi to the whole village. From there it found other villages and drew them in as well, the course of both awe and subservience washing through the swamp like a ripple across a pond. There were other swamps, the ripple would not reach them, but they new of the prophecy and would soon join the glorious carnage of the Quarren Dominion as they fanatically followed the promised Herald of Shadows as he stretched his reach across the stars and surrounding worlds. It would be a great conquest and the Amphi-Hydrus lusted for the power their elders remembered. The power they had before the Empire came, the power that the Herald would give them as he devoured the stars.
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Oct 28, 2019 6:30:25 GMT -8
The Prophet showed no reaction as he was invited inside, listening to whatever the Elders wished him to say. In the end C'Thyl knew that they had barely any choice but to accept him, even if they opposed him unlike the rest of the village. Given their numbers already he knew that each of the Amphi-Hydrus was valuable, no matter their previous society. Each of them was chosen to be at some point a leader, whether it be an administrator, a general or a naval commander, potentially even two or all three positions at once!
Even if C'Thyl would die some day within the rift of endless possibilities, promising the coming of darkness, the reign of the Amphi-Hydrus under the Dominion had to be solidified in order to ensure that Mon Calamari will never leave the path of darkness towards which the planet was heading. The seed was already planted long time ago, now it would grow until its tendrils would some day overgrow the planet and let it decay from the inside.
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Post by Av'othi on Nov 1, 2019 6:47:24 GMT -8
A moment later Av’othi entered the hut behind the Herald bringing a simple beverage chilled against the humid sweltering of the swamp. He was surprised to see the elders crumpled around a short pedestal in the center of the room with a pearl that seemed to contain a writhing darkness inside. From the pearl whips of smoke or fog drifted up towards little clouds. Each cloud hovered over the corpse of an elder and spoke with their voice, their faces briefly visible in the shifting surface of their cloud. Belatedly he offered the small bucket of local herbs steeped in water, designed to improve clarity of the mind.
The elders, or their ghosts rather, briefly outlined strengths of the amphi-hydrus, and their numerous talents. They also explained the weaknesses of the race and outlined a few scenarios where they had preformed poorly in the past. Creatures of the darkside, they were adept manipulators and witches not unlike the sisters of Dathomir. Unfortunately, the amphi-hydrus lacked the resilience of the iridonian-human hybrids and suffered greatly in close quarters and conventional conflicts. They wished to be used to the utmost efficiency in expanding the control of the prophet and feeding the waking gods with new converts and slaves.
To his immense surprise and shock, the elders recommended him specifically to lead the race under the prophet, and to hunt for new and greater allies among the downtrodden of the galaxy. His shock faded to eagerness as he looked forward to the challenge, and he looked to the Herald of Shadows to see if he would be judged worthy of such a great task. He had never dreamed of leading so many, the village one day certainly, but this would be a glorious task indeed. Serving the Herald and directing his people to the best use of the gods.
He had skill and talent with the force yes, but he would need to learn much about the galaxy around Dac to survive in the void while growing the Herald’s power and the influence of the gods. He desperately hoped that he would not fail the gods, or their Herald. He would do whatever was required of him, even if another was chosen to rule the race. Av’othi would do his utmost to serve the gods of chaos, they promised his people much and he would gladly serve them for this promise even beyond the door of death.
“Instruct us great Herald of Shadows beyond comprehension, how may we, the amphi-hydrus, serve the gods this day?”
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Nov 7, 2019 4:22:33 GMT -8
C'Thyl didn't answer immidiately but took his time, as a vision shaped up, visible for all the Amphi-Hydrus in mental range.
An armada could be seen, featuring massive skeletal ships, dwarfing an opponent fleet - one of the ships being reduced to minor size being an Imperial Star Destroyer!
Other ships stood at the frontline bubble-like leviathans crafted by the Mon Calamari. Although less threatening they launch several fighters, synchronized into battle, while multiple dropships fly behind them. The Dropsships eventually reach the enemy's ships, impacting as their claws burrow deep into the ship hull. Horrors, being unleashed upon the residents.
And aboard the massive skeletal ships, the last vision revealed, one of the Amphi-Hydrus sat still, medidating.
"In THEIR name you will serve as admirals. Harbingers of the Great Plan. Conquerors of the Void."
The vision faded and blended over to an unknown planet. Desertlike, constant rain.
Humans, armed with blaster rifles stood there, somewhat uniformed - a planetary force. Alongside them several walkers patrol the area within a fortress, made by others. Somewhat worried these individuals look up to the sky where the brief skeletal ship frame of the Dominion's dreadnaughts could be spotted. Then suddenly fire emerges as one of the human guards gets shot by laser fire. Alarms were raised, as a massive force of Mon Calamari and Quarren soldiers, clad in dark uniform approach the fortress out of nowhere, strange bubble-like transport ships being revealed only now behind the hills from where they streamed in. The bulk of them was lead by tentacle legged war droids, crawling forward upon the terrain like massive spiders before setting up their aim upon one of the massive durasteel walls. Then, the pulse cannons fire, leaving destruction behind, as the armies' officers approach coordinated the fortress. And behind the army lines, once more an Amphi-Hydrus sat there, meditating within the safety of the strange transport ship, taking controll of the army officers in order to perform these maneuvers.
"In THEIR name you will serve as generals. Subjugators of those, who oppose our cause! The invisible commanders!"
Once more the vision became blurry, blending over to territory, which was known to the Amphi-Hydrus, especially the elders.
The floating cities of Mon Calamari. The sunken cities of the Quarren. It was for a regular galactic citizen a normal sight and nothing was out of the ordinary.
Yet the view blended over to the Senate. The gouvernment and the bureaus serving it. Sights were set upon popular members within society, behind each chairman the familiar toad-like figure could be spotted. In the end it blended over to a vision where one of the Quarren Triumvirate leaders was holding up a patriotic speech to the public, applause hailing towards while the entire event was broadcasted over the planet. And within the background, shielded by the Mon Calamari guard and outside the public's view sat an Amphi-Hydrus as well, watchful and vigilant.
"In THEIR name you shall become administrators, coordinating the Dominion! The regulators of a sick world! The unseen spider within a thousand webs!"
Another pause followed.
"On these three pillars the Amphi-Hydrus will shape the Dominion by the Way of the Dark", he then concluded, "Mon Calamari must be darkened when we stretch across the galaxy like the tumor it requires in order to bring the End of all times. This is just the beginning of a long journey, many years of rulership will await your people. Their efforts will bring us the seeds of darkness, required to call forth THEM.
And when that day comes you and your people will be among those, who will recieve the highest rewards next to the benefit of gouverning an entire planet, belonging now to the Dark Side!"
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Post by Av'othi on Nov 8, 2019 9:32:45 GMT -8
Wonder and greed; jealous ambitions and fearful subservience; all mixed with others still as the visions of the Herald were shared. The glories awaiting them would be wondrous, and they would have their special place hidden within the very veins of the Dominion working like nerves to co-ordinate the massive body on scale beyond comprehension. The elders were overjoyed and zealously eager to see this vision brought to pass. The Amphi-Hydrus would do THEIR bidding until the End of all had come, and then further still they would serve, if permitted.
"As the Herald decrees, at THEIR behest, so it shall ever be!"
Av'othi had not meant to interject, but the elders quickly echoed his sentiment. Soon the entire species would be chanting it, at the revelation being given to them. He eagerly prostrated himself, awkward as it was, and declared his unwavering obedience to THEIR whims, as told be the Herald.
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