Prophet C'thyl
Quarren Dominion
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Aug 21, 2019 13:53:39 GMT -8
The Pantoran dodged the attack swiftly, realizing that his opponent knew how to pressure him. There was briefly the slim chance that he was able to overwhelm the beast, but this confidence was broken the very moment, when Vh'atles clawed hands suddenly stroke , the feeling within the Jedi's arms stopping from one moment to another, as he stared in shock at the creature, unnerved by its constant noises already. He screamed in panic, hoping that he could somehow draw the attention of the guardsmen to him or otherwise distract the thing in front of him. The pain he felt was immense, unimaginable to bear. And he was only at the beginning of getting broken.
He is insignificant, Vh'atle. A good thought of yours, but there are others, more powerful than him. Feel free to kill him whenever you like. The voice of C'Thyl lasted for a few moments within the mind of the predator, before its echoes were slowly fading away. He knew that the Prophet wasn't nearby, but he already knew the result of the hunt.
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Vh'Atle
Quarren Dominion
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Affiliation: Prophet C'thyl and the Deep
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Post by Vh'Atle on Aug 22, 2019 6:25:10 GMT -8
With the insignificance of this Jedi confirmed by his master, Vh'Atle plunged his claws into the Pantoran's back. Specifically around his spine and crushed the bones, effectively paralyzing the Jedi from the lower back down. And then the monster dropped to helpless creature to the floor. But before leaving the warrior of light to his fate, Vh'Atle bombarded his mind with Force Insanity, fully wanting to break his mind before he would run out of blood. Once satisfied with the helpless and insane screaming of his last victim, the Sithspawn would return to his master.
The hunt is over. Their bodies now serve as a grim warning of what waits those who stand opposed to the Old Ones.
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Prophet C'thyl
Quarren Dominion
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Aug 23, 2019 1:25:36 GMT -8
Just as if he was a ghost, the Prophet stood near Vh'atle - he had a habit to even then hide his presence within the force, when his aura was already covering a good portion of Dac. Always remaining in the background as usual. There was no visual indication that he was impressed by the skills of his assassins, but given his stance and trust within his creations, there was no need for C'Thyl to praise the hunter for things, he already knew he was capable of. Any other result would rather have surprised him.
"Those were merely a preparation of what is to come to us soon, Vh'alte", he then said, monotonous as usual, "More in numbers and their skill sometimes exceeding the ones of those, who were mere tokens in a dilettant's plan. Chief Tharr will pay for his betrayal in blood, as unlike the Sith, I do not tolerate those, who disturb the Great Plan. He thought foolishly, that the Jedi would help him to get rid of me, as he fears my influence over the Triarchy. Yet, with his investigators disposed, he and others along his side stand alone against the might of the Mon Calamari Navy. Soon enough we will travel to the stars, Vh'atle in order to recruit an army of conscripts, lost souls grown within a heart of darkness. But before we must contact those, who dwell within the swamps, forgotten ones, yet connected to the Dark Side. They will be the key to keep the sheeps in line." Vh'atle recieved while the Prophet talked impressions of what he was talking about, as twisted, horrible pictures filled his mind - visions he was already used to see.
There was a swamp, dark and dull as if it was a lost place - a perfect world by the vision of the Dark. Several colonies could be seen within the area of the vision, rusty and dirty, the Barabel inhabiting it partially primitive in appearence. This was most likely the army which C'Thyl promised them. Villains, scum, scoundrels - just like Vh'atle was once one before he was volunteerly turned into a higher lifeform. The cult would grow in the end and so its enlisted conscripts.
Another vision of a swamp area, this time though without a dark sky - the firmanent clearly revealed this to be a place directly on Mon Calamari itself. Froglike creatures seem to dwell there within primitive huts, a meditating commune. Even though it was just something from the mind of the Prophet, the hunter was able to feel the dark aura around them. Another picture, this one though of the past. The same frog-like creatures fight on the backs of massive Rancors against the Mon Calamari and Quarren, subdueing them in the process. The vision continiued with the frog-creatures being worshipped by the enslaved Mon Calamari, the eyes of these slaves being blank in appearence. These creatures were capable of controlling the minds of others. Then another moment, their downfall. Men in white armour, obviously Stormtroopers of the Galactic Empire rout the forces of the frog creatures and kill many within the process - the rest is driven back to the swamps, where the picture changes to the present again, showing the commune of these strange amphibians once more.
A pause followed, as C'Thyl eyed his creation calm. "Once we have secured their servitude, we will cleanse the Dominion from those, who interfere with the Great Plan. The Old Ones will rise again, no matter their efforts to undermine us. In the end they are all insignificant."
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Vh'Atle
Quarren Dominion
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Affiliation: Prophet C'thyl and the Deep
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Post by Vh'Atle on Aug 24, 2019 14:53:05 GMT -8
Observing the visions that the Prophet let swim in his head, the Sithspawn floated in the air. So, they were to dominate primitive beings to be used as fodder. Perfect.
Command me!
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Prophet C'thyl
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Aug 24, 2019 17:00:24 GMT -8
The Prophet kept quiet for a brief moment, before he moved along, outside the hallway in which they were in. "We will travel to the swamps soon enough, Vh'atle - and you will come with me. Along with Shaxad in order to meet up with the Lost tribes of the Amphi-Hydrus. They haven't forgotten their last defeat by the Galactic Empire and will thus take any chance to return once more into their positions as puppet masters and overseers. But in order to do so WE must show them that WE are in controll, not them! Like the Sith they will have to learn that in order to fulfill the Way of the Dark, there is no room for betrayal or other petty games.
But they will join our cause. They aren't many, but enough to maintain controll among those, who serve and obey."
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Vh'Atle
Quarren Dominion
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Affiliation: Prophet C'thyl and the Deep
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Post by Vh'Atle on Aug 27, 2019 11:30:36 GMT -8
Clenching his jaw and flexing his mandibles, Vh'Atle followed behind the Prophet. When it came to "showing" who was in control, Vh'Atle had only one way, force. And this would mean he would finally be free of his confinement in this facility, a chance to hunt and bring terror to the worlds beyond.
I will crush all who dare oppose our will, their will be none left who would dare betray you or the Way.
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Prophet C'thyl
Quarren Dominion
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Aug 30, 2019 4:45:59 GMT -8
The Prophet took the loyality of his creation as granted. The common goal both bound them in the end. "Don't worry, Vh'atle - there is always the slight chance there, but the Amphi-Hydrus are like us Darksiders. Whatever happens, remain in the background and hide your presence. These ones I will have to fight - mind against mind. But of course it is always good to have a bodyguard behind me." And with those words, he eventually left. Their journey to the swamps would begin soon enough.
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Prophet C'thyl
Quarren Dominion
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Jan 10, 2020 4:00:33 GMT -8
With the assault of Jabiim ongoing, open broadcast channels would spread the news of Abraxin having joined the Dominion over Foamwander City. Although the festivities aren't extensive, a majority of the crowd, mainly Quarren, cheered upon the news, while the gouvernment promised them to get rid of the more recent incursion, sent by Jabiimi terrorists, who are according to the gouvernment funded by other major factions within the galaxy. The Triumvirate promises to upkeep the safety of their citizens by martial law in light of more recent terrorist acts.
Unbeknownst to the public, C'Thyl's cultists worked hard on destabilizing the planet's security system slowly over the course of the last month in order to establish the leadership of the army over the police force, decreasing the rate of potential rebellion, while getting rid at the same time of known enemies of the system. Glimpses of madness dwelled now within one of Mon Calamari's major cities while monsters lurked from time to time in some of the dark alley ways and places unspoken of.
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Prophet C'thyl
Quarren Dominion
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Aug 1, 2022 15:24:17 GMT -8
New batches of Dominion Troopers arrive in the absence of the Prophet's fleet, as riots within the cities by minor resistance groups were brought down by the military forces. The current crusade against the Light's forces demanded of the Dominion to keep their territories in check. So far their forces managed to maintain the current peace, as the wide public on the planet accepted the benevolent leadership of their Protector. Despite it's isolation from most parts of the galaxy and the censorship of most public major holonet channels, Mon Calamari flourished.
A dark society was growing, while monsters lurked within it's shadows.
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Post by Esthh Krazhmir on Mar 22, 2023 13:19:00 GMT -8
The transport landed at the Hanger Market and the shaper in charge with his warrior escort headed into the market, looking for animal stores, which didn’t take long, but finding a place for native animals took a bit longer. They found a Quarran run shop, and it took a bit of convincing before they were able to get the secure two dozen young and genetically varied Mon Cala Eels, for the small price that would buy a small starship, but that was why credits had been sought after by Esthh to start with. They also purchased a starting colony of sussimi, the transparent crustacean being an interesting addition. The Quarren hadnt been intimidated by the Yuuzhan Vong, foolish creature, but then he had reason to feel confident that no violence would come to him. Two warriors began carting the tanks full of wriggling creatures back to the transport while the shaper and a warrior headed off to a store that was dedicated to tourism, and bought out their supply of organic gills.
Three hours after landing, the transport took off and headed for space.
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