Corr
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Post by Corr on Apr 27, 2013 14:49:24 GMT -8
Rules: Standard GBA. Top 5 Force Powers. Melee Weapons. No Armour Restrictions.
Location: Korriban: Eternal Pyre (Mongrel Altar)
Constructed near to the Valley of the Dark Lords on Korriban by the Sith Empire, the Mongrel Altar was located in a natural depression which housed the Eternal Pyre. Following the arrival of the Dark Jedi Exiles, Dark Lord of the Sith Sorzus Syn led an expedition across the planet to sites of interest to learn what she could of Sith culture. At the pyre she discovered the Altar concealed behind a mural of King Adas; within the altar was hidden a set of cursed scrolls and the headless corpse of Wyrmuk the Undying. The scrolls, kept within a pool of bloody slurry, contained many Sith spells and enchantments.
The opponents find themselves on opposite sides of the Eternal Pyre, a monument that has seen the consumption of hundreds of Dark Lords and thousands of lesser Sith in a a fiery blaze upon its altar. Shaped as a ziggarat with stairs on all four faces leading up to the flat platform at the top, with sharp stone spears raising at the corners and an altar in the center. Fight well, for the loser's corpse is next to be fed to the flames.
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Innon'Ruuk
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Post by Innon'Ruuk on Apr 27, 2013 15:51:52 GMT -8
Not quite sure How or Why Innon'Ruuk found Himself on Korriban, especially at the Eternal Pyre (Mongrel Altar), he looked about and found himself across from an individual he did not recognize, he opened himself to the darkside energies on Korriban an enveloped his being in the darkside of the force upon instinct, hanging in his right clawed hand is his lightsaber Mace un-active, his left clawed hand, his Sith Sword, dressed in his loin cloth, he focused his gaze on being in front of him, drawing more on the energy of Korriban, he sniffed the air about him and the scent of the persons in front. Every natural instinct in his four-hundred-fifty plus pound, seven foot eight frame told him to fight this person and grind him under clawed foot to death.
Innon'Ruuk side stepped to the right about six/eight inches to get a better view of his would be opponent and spoke beastly while making loop'dy loops with his Sith Sword in his left hand, he flexed his massive chest muscles and moved to a combative stance, gripping the ground below with his clawed feet.
Growling beastly bassy tones. "You Will Not Suffer.........Long."
Innon began snarling and spitting towards his now enemy, thinking about employing force crush on his head and thinking about it bursting like a soft citrus melon of some sorts, thou he stayed this ability for now, he thumbed the stud of the Mace and the thirteen, six inch long blades snapped forth sharply, crackling with eminent death.
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Post by Darth Ocious on Apr 29, 2013 17:48:11 GMT -8
* Nice and toasty, here by the fire. Niiiiiice and toasty.
But, as if to spoil my good time, along comes this massive cyclops guy. Wielding two weapons in the oddest combination I have ever seen, and emanating in Dark Side power as if to crush my very life out with it, it is clear to me that he is not going to let me relax even for a moment; by his very appearance, he has put me immediately on the defensive. I will have to seize the momentum early. The Dark Side fortunately surges abundantly in this place, and as I stand in clear view of the creature I have every confidence, now, that I will not be caught flat-footed. I can counter him, the Dark Side gives me confidence.
Still, I do have that moment to analyze before he unleashes an assault. He is monstrous. And I hate that about him. I hate hate hate it. I am not a small person myself, I am used to being in the position of crusher, not crushee. His size and his weapon combination and those spines on his body make it obvious that he is offensively-natured. I am going to have to defeat him with footwork, outwitting, and speed, and that disgusts me. I hate doing that, so very much. It is so much easier to simply overpower. But not this guy. Nope.
I take a glance at the surroundings-- the pyre flaming with the everlasting fire, here in the dark valley of the Sith Lords on Korriban, here in the Mongrel Altar. The eye had dropped me here two weeks ago, and this was my third visit to this particular relic of my Sith heritage. The platform that we stand on is of a cobblestone construct and led to by stairs in fourfold symmetry about the center. Same with the stone spears pointing outward at this altar. Well, as I glance into the fire and then back to him, I decide that there may yet be a way for me to kill this opponent by brute force after all.
And then he starts growling at me, and that is when my vision turns red with blood. *[/u][/b][/span][/ul] "You Will Not Suffer.........Long."[/ul][/ul][/ul] * How charming. *
[/u][/span][/ul] "Perhaps you are new to this. I will not suffer at all!"[/ul][/ul][/ul] * Rage exploded from within me at the unmitigated gall, the audacity, of this beast, and I nursed it with all of the hatred I felt upon encountering him at first sight into a fiery blaze of sheer brutal emotion in my heart that rivaled the flames licking up to the sky from the ziggarat to my left. The blasted fool, thinking so little of me! A lesson in power will be unleashed upon him this day in order that I, Darth Ocious, would continue to fulfill my purpose in this good universe!
I will end him to that I may continue, for this is the way of all Sith! I plunge my hand into my robes and procure a disc that I have made from Alchemy. This I wield with a flourish, and place it into a bracket on the tip of my staff. Yes, into it-- much like the lanvarok used by the indigens on Yavin IV, it is possible for the 1.5 meter Alchemical staff I wield to hold the discs I have made, when I have prepared it so. And this is what I do, still separated from Innon'Ruuk as I am, I think that it shall give me the advantage here to be prepared to attack from afar. I must be careful, though-- I have brought only ten discs with me. And their Alchemy is not the same as the Alchemy that made the staff.
Having armed the staff for a ranged attack, I do not elect to launch it yet. Instead, I hold it before me: right hand high, left hand low, and right foot forward. My pitch-black Thyrsian eyes glower at the Abyssinian before me, daring him to act first. The fury within at this pathetic overgrown beast, a cancer on the surface of Korriban that I intend to excise, has grown within me. I will not contain it for much longer, but in this moment I show restraint in the hopes that he will give me an opening that I will exploit. *[/u][/span][/ul] "...Indeed, I have every intention of enjoying this! May your death at my hands become a fragrant aroma to please the Dark Side."[/ul][/ul][/ul] * Through clenched teeth I spat those words. My hatred has already begun to consume me entirely. And he will certainly know so. *
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Innon'Ruuk
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Post by Innon'Ruuk on Apr 29, 2013 19:19:42 GMT -8
As the tiny man played with his stick and inserted a disc into it and spoke to the Warlord, Bacca began applying Force Crush to his head, his words were insignificant to the Warlord, but he returned the banter.
Growling beastly bassy tones. "Come And Get Your Trophy, Pretender."
Bacca sucked all snot from his nostrils and gurgled it into his fang filled maw and spat it at the feet of his opponent.
The beast that is Bacca continued to apply greater and greater amounts of pressure to man's head as he hocked that loogy, gripping in his left clawed foot, out of visual contact from his enemy, Bacca readied a chunk of cobble stone and continued twirling and swirling his Sith Sword in his left clawed hand, the four foot six inch serrated blade sliced the air soundlessly while the Lightsaber Mace crackled resiliently and motionless in his right clawed grip. Drawing deeper on the darkside Bacca fully embraced it's loving grip on him allowing to guide his actions from here out, until this man was a gory mess upon HIS Alter.
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Post by Darth Ocious on May 1, 2013 11:21:12 GMT -8
* I feel the pressure that Innon'Ruuk exerts on my head begin to compress it. With absolute clarity of mind, I respond in my own turn. *
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* Instantly, the pressure I feel is gone, cushioned by a defensive application of the Dark Side. I wonder if he will immediately abandon his attempt when he sees its inefficacy, or try to power through my defenses. It matters not, though: I can force his attention onto something else.
The disc that I have prepared in my staff: I take a crow's hop forward, and then fling it with as much strength as I can muster, in the manner of a lacrosse stick. Straight towards the neck of this beast. We'll tear those precious veins open!
It is imperative for me to keep up my defense for as long as he maintains his offense, because otherwise I will surely die. I want to make it so that he is forced to rescind his use of the Force, to be an example of the dominance with which I will handle him as well as a matter of self-preservation.
After flinging it, I continue to take a few steps forward, in no particular hurry, and draw two more discs from my pocket. Every word this guy says makes my rage grow ever stronger. I will take particular pleasure in his humbling. *
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Post by Innon'Ruuk on May 1, 2013 14:51:49 GMT -8
Bacca remained fluidic in the darkside and continued to pour more pressure to the Crush, crinkling his brow, he could feel resistance trying to counter him, his power flowed absolute and he continued to envision his opponent's head imploding under the shear amount of pressure, he felt his opponent rage gathering, Bacca relished in it and drew upon it to further his resolve.
It was time to push the pace, the very second he motioned into his swing, Bacca mindfully telegraphed it as the disc sailed in, with his sword already active in his left hand the force guided it to a strengthen'd deflection back towards Ocious with greater speed, who is moving forwards slowly, Innon'Ruuk stepped forward off his right, abandoning the chunk of stone in his left and bursted towards Ocious's (who should be distracted enough with countering his own weapon and Crush), with raw natural speed and closed the gap to striking range of either weapon, which Bacca lashed out with sword first, the four and half foot blade almost sang as it rocketed upwards from nowhere suddenly looking to cleave a hopefully distracted enemy in two from his right hip to left shoulder and moved his right clawed hand into a ready counter in case Oc's managed to survive or avoid the attack, he still had to deal with the increasing amounts Force Crush to his over confident head, Bacca moved back to a combative stance once more, all the while careful not to step in his own wad of snot.
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