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Topic: The Realm of Lost Lords
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Graysith
Chosen Daughter
Member # 27
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posted 09-14-2002 01:32 PM
    
Graysith came into the command center where the others were waiting, buoyed on the love Recinis was still pouring into her. Her feelings for him exploded exponentially; she well knew that by now he would have regained his warrior's facade, indeed knew he needed to do so in order to prepare for whatever might lie ahead of them. She shot him one last assurance of her undying love for him, and then forced herself to turn away, that he could return to the warrior, and she to the one leading them against the task now actually at hand:Korriban. Hidden away in the far-off Horuset system, it was a world which once sent shudders of fear racing through the veins of the strongest and most stalwart of beings, whether or not they were adept in the Force or not. It was a dry and sere world of great sandy deserts and dusty sandstone canyons, a very small area of about 10 degrees encircling its equitorial region being the only spot where anything green could be found. There, a planet-circling wild and shadowy jungle, moist with understory, hid myriad not only dangerous denizens of the jungle floor but ancient and moss-dripping ruins which remained hidden here and there in the dense vegetation. This was the ancient stronghold and home of the Sith, that ancient and powerful race who at one time in the far-distant past had held the entire Galaxy beneath a thumb more pressing than even old Palpatine could have managed... Striding up to where Shayla sat vigil at the controls of the ship, still holding the sleeping babe in her arms, Graysith stopped and leaned lightly across Shayla's shoulder. "Here is our destination, my friends," she announced as with a flick of her hand she drew up a digital and three-dimensional topographic map of Korriban. Her deft fingers manipulated certain controls, making the image whirl about in fifteen-degree increments until a certain longitudinal band was presented dead-center to them. Now she used the controls to zoom in upon a spot at about 54 degrees south of the planet's equator. It loomed larger and larger before them until a 50 x 50 kilometer grid was laid out before them. At its center a golden glyph flashed patiently, wondering at the absence of its creators, sensing the return of at least one. Quietly, filled with sudden awe as memories flooded through her, she tapped the display with a reverent finger. "It is here that we must go, into the Valley of the Lords." Then she flicked another sigil; the forward viewscreen complied instantly, now revealing to them a wildly beautiful scene: the actual surface of the rapidly approaching planet. Streaks of russet and umber, ochre and burnt orange criss-crossed a pinkish-yellow terrain, marking the places where ancient canyons had been eroded from the perimeters of great and land-encompassing plateaus. One such a canyon was beginning to grow larger even as she gazed upon it. And from somewhere at it's northeastern end there came a steadily sussurrating glow. She pointed to a place on the plateau above that flashing glyph, and then straightened her stance. "That is where we must make landfall, my friends," she said quietly. Then, as she did when she and Shayla had come here months ago, she allowed her Adept to see to those final maneuvers. As before, nothing untoward occurred during their descent. The great warship sliced through the atmosphere, coming to a silent halt on the edge of that plateau, exquisitely poised on its very edge. Graysith rose gracefully to her feet as the warship kissed the sandy soil of the barren plateau. About her that magnificent vessel was absolutely silent, having no need for outgassing any of its potent energies. They were simply absorbed directly into its hull, there to recycle and add more strength to its already formidable abilities. She tilted her head thoughtfully, memories once more filling her being... then shrugged her signature cloak from her shoulders. Beneath that she still wore her form-fitting black practice doba; rolling her shoulders about she now turned to the others with a carefully masked look on her face. "Let us depart, my friends," she said simply, the look wavering into something that allowed a bit of her feelings exposure as her gaze fell into the now-stony one of Recinis. Then she turned, and led the party from the ship. Once gaining the grainy footing of the plateau on which they had landed, she turned and erected a chronotic shield about the ship. She then turned and walked the few paces to the lip of the plateau; indeed her Adept was such a talented and precise pilot that she had landed the ship within spitting distance of that frightening cliff. Graysith stood on the edge looking down into the canyon. There, nearly two and a half kilometers below, faint and alien images could be seen carved directly into the rock. Here and there the walls of the inner canyon were marred by black holes, holes which undoubtedly represented openings into mysterious caverns and rooms carved directly into the sedimentary rock of which this canyon was primarily composed. Now Graysith let her eyes rove about, seeking the means by which they would descend into this yawning abyss of rock and scree. Layers of varying shades of rust and sand and red and yellow silently offered their descriptions of ages past; she ignored those towering rock faces, concentrating instead on the gentler slopes of scree which formed great fans at the foot of each. In sudden recognition, she pointed this out to the others. "Here it is where we must carefully descend into the canyon," she said quietly, one eye on the group, the other on the sun... which had passed zenith and was perhaps six hours from setting. "The way is steep, the stones are loose, and we must make the floor of the canyon by nightfall." No replies came to her ears; all knew the task was not to be an easy one. Graysith nodded, then turned and began to carefully pick her way down. The occasional scrabble as loose stone slid downslope assured her that the others were following her. Hours passed. Canyons do not easily yield their secrets, even though they are quite often exposed in the erosion of Time. The party picked and slid its way as it continued down, sometimes treading with careful sideways placement of feet when they hit slickstone; at other times actually progressing forward in a sort of bounding leap where the slope gentled to allow such an action. But overall they never slowed their pace nor stopped it, and as the day progressed they drew closer and closer to the floor of the inner canyon. At length they came to a halt on the edge of an outcrop. About 300 meters below lay the floor of the canyon, streaked with hundreds of ripples in the time-packed sands, which in turn stood in silent fossil memory of the ancient stream which once had gushed there. The little party stood panting silently as behind them the sun came closer and closer to the lip of the canyon. Graysith pointed to the mysterious and alien carvings in the walls below. "The Valley of the Lords," she announced, shivering a bit as a sudden black and spirit-haunted wind blew up from the depths below. Then the Glyph drew her attention to the sole little switchback carved into the face of solid rock, the only means of making the final descent. Up-canyon lay rock and scree and fossil riverbed. But down-canyon: Graysith turned and shivered in awe, as though this was the first time she had ever seen this place. The walls were lined with carvings. The canyon walls arrowed in this manner for about a kilometer, where they suddenly curved to the right. Just at the point of that curve, a strange light flickered faintly upon the walls of rock, sending strange shadows dancing about the faces of the Sith Lords who stood in stony and brooding silence, guarding their secret place and the secrets that place had protected for millennia. She pointed toward the light. "There lies the Eternal Flame," she said simply, her heart suddenly pounding in her breast, every muscle inexplicably tensing and her eyes dilating into blackness. "There lies an End to What Is, and the Beginning of What Is to Come." She cast another glance at those with her, but one now filled with a sudden eruption of wild and almost primal glee. A part of her buried too long reached out in joyous kinship with the dark powers inherent here, seeking reunion with it, her heart practically leaping forth from her chest. That part of her willing to do evil, willing to bring discord and to kill with abandon now rebounded with ferocious strength, finally breaking through the iron chains imposed upon it by the great and growing love she felt for Recinis, and flooding out with equal strength. Relishing that invigorating power, she once more tossed back her head, lifting her face to the darkening sky. Something which was more scream than peal of laughter erupted from her lips. Then without another backwards glance, she hastened the final descent to the canyon floor below. [ 09-14-2002 01:35 PM: Message edited 1 time, lastly by Graysith ] -------------------- I ride the Stormcloud and the Night!
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Shayla Stargazer Petrolu
Adept
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posted 09-14-2002 02:37 PM
With little JhinDarra secure in a backpack, Shayla carefully picked her way down into the canyon, her eyes and ears alert on everything that was happening. As she reached the canyon floor, Shayla at last stopped to gaze toward the beckoning eternal flame, the shadows of the Sith whispering in the breeze.For a long moment Shayla simply stood silent, her gaze lengthening, her eyes darkening. Some unholy pull began drawing her in, seeking and searching to find like for like... Evil for evil. Images of a love now strengthened by the promise of forever slowly faded into those of a stranded child in a Jedi Praxeum. Of an infant in the hands of one of the most vile creatures to haunt the galaxy. Of one who used she whom Shayla now called Sister to accomplish his own gain... She tilted her head back, basking in the growing and righteous throes of anger when, quiet suddenly, it was backwashed into a growing tsunami of despair. You cannot succeed. You cannot win. They are stronger, they have the child. They will find you all... Suddenly gripping herself in fear and despair, Shayla fell to her knees, the hard canyon floor meeting with them and drawing blood. Blood. The blood of the Universe would be on their hands. For they would fail... The images of the others began to blur as tears from nowhere filled Shayla's eyes. She shuddered, overcome with saddness when suddenly... Righteous anger pointed out reality. Still shuddering, Shayla forced herself to pause and listen to what her head was telling her. He did this to you. That evil being...that...that thing that was somehow allied with Roan. He did this to you... ...this despair has been planted within you. Shayla closed her eyelids, letting her tears flow freely as something even more dark and purposeful shot up into her psyche. Righteous anger. Her own righteous anger. Answering all that was not her with all that was her. Answering the planted despair with purifying rage. For while most sentients believed anger could only serve evil purposes...
...a righteous and justifiable anger could often serve to benefit the good..
Shayla took a deep breath, letting the righteous anger flow into her. Roan's ally had done this to her to destroy her. To torture her. AGAIN he had used his powers and the powers of those he had surrounded himself with to further achieve his own agenda, by destroying the enemy from within. But Shayla was stronger than perhaps he and his ally realized. Oh, they would pay. They would pay dearly. Especially HIM, for all he had done to her sister. And righteous anger slowly developed into iron resolve. For anger, though dark it might appear on the surface, can be used to serve the good when accepted and put to use for the Good of All. Within Shayla, the anger reached out to squelch that despair maliciously placed within her with an iron fist. And, slowly regaining her senses, Shayla stood in new strength fueled by the passions of the darkness... ...and a anger born of righteousness. [ 09-14-2002 02:42 PM: Message edited 1 time, lastly by Shayla Stargazer Petrolu ] -------------------- "Small minds think in small terms!"
~~CMH~~
(I am NOT turning to the Darkside...)
Posts: 1711 | From: see Mara1Jade | Registered: Jun 2001 | Logged: 66.20.157.94
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Graysith
Chosen Daughter
Member # 27
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posted 09-14-2002 04:06 PM
The very atmosphere within the echoing canyon walls darkened with the fading of the light in Graysith's heart, as for the second time in her life she braved those whispering shadows to once more confront the Eternal Flame. It lay ahead of her, just there around the bend in the canyon up ahead, as before watched over by the gigantic stone statues of ancient and powerful Lords, who in identical mimickry of the last time she was here now seemed to turn their heads to watch the progress of these fools who dared intrude upon their silence. Empty stone eyes flashed vividly into life, filling with the vibrant colors characteristic of the Sith, filling the dawning night with electrifying hues of cyan and turquoise, brilliant gold and emerald, and that far-end violet so difficult to look upon. The darkness within their souls rose up to join with that chromatic flash of color as, melding with it, they formed a seeming colonnade of Sith magicks which now spread out in front of them in an unpassable barrier. Somewhere behind them, there came the haunting yowl of the wild tuk'ata. It was joined by another. And from up ahead, there now moaned a cry even more persistent for the sheer depth of meaning it carried along the icy wind now so suddenly buffeting them. Graysith came to a halt, her eyes filled with shadow just as dark, her heart positively exploding inside her. The Glyph lashed out it's brilliant light, making of itself a weapon beyond the most indomitable of blades, slashing to keep that threatening barrier at bay. She drew upon every last bit of haughty demeanor at her disposal, once more flashing back to that strength she had found within to first confront Darth Wicked, reaching into her very essence to let that strength erupt and magnify itself by the powerful emanations coming forth from the yet-unseen Flame. "Again have I come hither, and again thou dost dare to impede my path!" she cried in the voice of thunder. Pure invictus, she set one foot back, altering her stance a bit to the side, now raising a hand whose fingers were coiled in the peculiar Sith design taught to her by her Sire. A slim and willowy figure, she stood silhouetted against the darker shadows ahead. Once more her voice rang out against the stone walls. "Thou shalt let us pass!" Somewhere, the encroaching night seemed to grumble, considering. Graysith never moved an inch but remained in the position, daring the awesome powers within the place to deny her... and at last, at long last those powers acceded to her command, recognizing the essences of themselves in Freedon and Recinis, bowing before the Glyph which flared in absolutely unstoppable glory. The not-quite-seen barrier backed down-canyon, a tendril of itself now writhing out only to curl back upon itself, as though beckoning them to continue. Graysith didn't so much as look about her or behind. Her eyes focused on what lay ahead, her heart singing new songs of dark joy in her breast, she lowered her brows and her head and proceeded forward into the shadows. -------------------- I ride the Stormcloud and the Night!
Posts: 3904 | From: Indianola, Iowa | Registered: Jul 2000 | Logged: 152.163.188.199
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Recinis
Sith Protector
Member # 266
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posted 09-14-2002 04:27 PM
Recinis stood silently, watching as graysith banished the strange barrior. Something deep within him opened to this place now, dispite his will to resist it grew stronger... The essence of the sith reached to him, teasing him, trying to make him give to their mighty glory... He refused.
His will was a fierce one, blocking off all attempts to bend him. He would not lower himself to serve those that were dead. It was a principle he held high, Those that have died, no matter how great, have passed, and because of this they were not as great as some might see, as long as you yet live, you are beyond them.
It was this that was the honor of the sith, This, that while he respected the power that lived here, would not allow him to be touched by there dark wills.
Yet at the same time he found an understanding in this place, alowing that small portion of darkness within him to seek knowledge from the energies here.
He smiled to himself as he watched graysith and shayla give into there darker natures, Indeed, it was a bit amazing for him to view each take comfort in the other half of there existance, it showed that they were truly deserving to be chosen by the sith. For even the kindest of all sith had there darkness, though he himself did well in hiding such things.
he laughed a bit to himself, and looked upon Freedon, who he assumed was most likely finding a bit of his own darkness...
Turning his attention to the land about he noted many of the runes about this area, each telling tales, showing anciant lore, truth, lies... In the world of the sith, sometimes, both were exactly the same. Quietly he sent a tendril of his mind to the energies held in these stories. Searching through them... A few of the runes simbolized his family... He smiled a bit, reaching that small bit out to embrace his families legacy, making it bend to his will, rather then the opposite.
His figure seemed to grow slightly taller, he was indeed a prime example of the Q'utaro clan... as strong in mind, as he was in body, Nothing could bend his will... Unless he so chose to allow it. -------------------- "my hearts my strongest weapon, my mind my swiftess blade, the words i speak can cut your flesh, and leave you in the gray"
---BMG
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Graysith
Chosen Daughter
Member # 27
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posted 09-14-2002 04:55 PM
The Eternal Flame.Looking far more innocuous than it was for the very simplicity of its being, it flickered and flamed in the stone urn which held it captive, placed there untold eons ago by the magicks of the Sith, here to wait until evil sought evil... and somehow managed to persuade it to continue living in the face of that conjoining evil. Even as Graysith and her party approached the living entity of which that fire consisted, it guttered low, seeking surcease, unwilling to be put once more into use, almost as though it knew that with enough such allowances nothing but its own death would be assured. In the shadow of death then, it sought avoidance of death, bowing down before the myriad dark shadows whose lamentations rent the night with an infinity of accolades to unceasing torment, an eternity of praises to pain. Graysith stood firm against the opposing sensations which sought to overcome each other, instead reaching out joyously to grasp them both by the throat and bend them to her will. Her long hair responded to the powers of the place, following unseen pathways of current and billowing out about her as though taken up by an unseen wind. Impossibly, her visage grew even darker, and the purity of evil incarnate ran rampant through her heart. Her laughter rang out again, beating back the flame, finding succor in the encroaching shadows which represented millennia upon millennia of corruption. Now she turned back, holding a hand out to her Adept, the darkness a living entity in her eyes. "Shayla, your hand! The child!" she cried out in a voice to make a warrior tremble, now sensing that additional stength within the warrior in their midst, and reaching out to take it unto herself as well. About them dark thunder crashed, and the lightning which joined in from seeming nowhere was anything but natural. [ 09-14-2002 05:04 PM: Message edited 1 time, lastly by Graysith ] -------------------- I ride the Stormcloud and the Night!
Posts: 3904 | From: Indianola, Iowa | Registered: Jul 2000 | Logged: 152.163.188.199
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Graysith
Chosen Daughter
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posted 09-14-2002 05:35 PM
The little daughter of Galen JhinDar Danner, one of only two in the entire universe who held the splendor of the All as a quite natural part of her being, lay perfectly balanced in the hand of the Chosen Daughter. Her wide blue eyes took in the glaring and flashing lightning erupting all about her, widening all the more as she reached out to grasp it, as if it were a toy. The deafening peals of thunder were as music in her shell-like ears, and she let out a little chuckle, now adding her own tiny voice to the melee......until the dark shadows, writhing and coiling like some hideous fog hiding enactments of utter blasphemy within its swirling mist, struck her tiny body with tangible impact. She let out a yawp, ferocious for its very smallness, omnipotent for the fact that neither the flickering flame, the thunder or the lightning, nor the very shadows of death which lurked with curled talons could ever come close to overtaking her essence. Somehow the shadows recognized that inherent power, and recoiled to bow in homage to it. They now intertwined into one great and roiling mass of otherness, nosed about... ...and found a pathway to follow, through her, guided by the Chosen One. The sound of the very fabric of space and time tearing asunder rent the canyon with ululating waves of sheer noise, the very darkness paled in comparison as impossibly, a portal was opened up through which the millions of lightyears existing between them and a fleeing Yuuzhan Vong ship was as nothing. Graysith let out a cry of sheer joy now, stepping hurriedly through, her eyes everywhere at once as she sought the flesh of her flesh, hidden here somewhere in this ship of terror and surrounded by living nightmares. Time was short, she had to hurry; quickly she sent out her essence that it would lead her more quickly to where her daughter and the young human child were being held captive, that she could yank them from this place and bring them back to a saner reality... ...only they were not there. Beyond shock, her entire body numb, she flinched instinctively back, even as the Vong warriors approached with their weapons. Then the Portal snapped closed with a resounding crack, it's overwhelming thunder matched only by the outcry of despair which now wrenched from her lips. ShaRhylla was not there. And it was quite obvious to all where she, in fact, really was.... -------------------- I ride the Stormcloud and the Night!
Posts: 3904 | From: Indianola, Iowa | Registered: Jul 2000 | Logged: 205.188.209.6
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Maladius
Evil
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posted 09-14-2002 05:38 PM
He uncoiled his noisome length from a blot of despair which suddenly manifested directly above the guttering Flame, his blood-red eyes snapping about with a power almost palpable in itself as he turned them from one in their party to another. His coiling tail anchored him in the realms of the shadow, remaining out of sight as even as they watched his front half solidified into the very embodiment of desecration. Long claws on his hands sliced the air, making the sounds of footsteps crushing living bones, as he flicked them in what appeared to be absent-minded madness. The gesture was deceptive; at length those vicious claws quieted as the demonic imp finally brought his focus upon the one he was sent to take from this place.The One He knew would come here, for indeed it was here that She stood the only chance in Living Hell of taking her daughter back unto her once more. Maladius chortled and gibbered as he easily read the sorrow laying deep in the violet eyes of the Chosen One, drinking it in and making it a part of himself, that he would gain that much more in his own strength and mastery of it. Drool dripped from his slobbery lips, and his hiss came wafting upon the air like that of a cobra. "Awwww, poor, poor Lady...." He cocked his head to one side in a false presentation of sympathy. Then that facade erupted into hatred, and his insane yowl cascaded into the night. "Did you think it would be this easy?" he finally said, centering his gaze on Graysith, not moving a whit yet somehow creeping closer to where the flame-haired woman stood in heated defiance before him. His words purred out, taking her attention, grasping it and holding it firmly. Inside his dark heart a great howl of joy arose to see the depth of pain now flashing across Graysith's face. "Did you think He would just sit back, and let you take her? Didn't you think?!? -- silly lady, and even if the whelp had been there, did you actually think she'd want to go with you? "She wants to be with her Daddy...." Now it was as if his arms spread themselves upon the night, as quietly and insidiously they stretched out to either side, the clawed hands seeking purchase of the canyon walls. There, incredibly, he hovered nightmarishly, arms and legs disproportionately long, the now thrice-lengthened tail beginning to slide out from the elseness from which he had come, it's dripping tip tensed and poised to strike and end this battle over destinies yet fulfulled once and for all.... [ 09-14-2002 05:45 PM: Message edited 1 time, lastly by Maladius ]
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Recinis
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posted 09-14-2002 06:25 PM
Recinis stood silently, his mind focused to the extremes, he had become very aware of the demonic imp, remembering everything about his last encounter with it... He had studied his memories repeatedly, and had learned as much as was possible about the demonic imps ruthless, and dark tactics. with a slight twitch of his wrist Recinis's sword became unsheathed from seemingly nothingness, the motion so smooth, and fluant that it was as if one bat of an eye lash it was not present, and the next it was.
His emerald eyes burst into there glowing fires, revealing to him what was hidden by darkness. His sword arose, and took on a position that indeed looked strange, as if all the potential kenetic energy Recinis might hold were building. His ever muscle twitched in corruspandance, his mind finding unison with the force about himself, and all that this place had to offer. The darkness prepared a tactic beyond thought, he would fight fire with fire. Yet at the same time his love came forth in a defening rush, such as a fierce wind which blow all away.
Both forces within him flowed through every inch of his body, and the swords mystic runes ignighted into a fiery roar of sith magicks, making the blade appear to be a red blurr.
his form seemed to twitch as he stood ready, as if he were moving with speeds that made him appear completly still, or as if the energy he possesed would allow him to do such things, his mind raced to keep up with his eyes, and his eyes reaced to keep up with the universe, trying his hardest to take in every small detail, not one grain of sand was to escape his vigilent watch, not one wiff of disgusting breath would escape his senses, every twitch of the creatures muscles was to be heard.
He would strike, in the split second before the creature was to strike, he would destroy the beast instantly, or at least end the things threat to the universe.
anything the creature could muster against him, he would do better... he had to do better, and no boundries would keep in his way.
Upon his chest he felt a slite thrume, as if reminding him of the presence of his fathers simbole, as if a message from his father saying "you will succed. No boundries limit your name, you are Q'utaru."[ 09-14-2002 06:31 PM: Message edited 1 time, lastly by Recinis ] -------------------- "my hearts my strongest weapon, my mind my swiftess blade, the words i speak can cut your flesh, and leave you in the gray"
---BMG
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Shayla Stargazer Petrolu
Adept
Member # 123
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posted 09-14-2002 06:54 PM
At the revelations of the whereabouts of ShaRhylla, at the despair of Graysith, the one whom Shayla would give her very own life for, Shayla's righteous anger rose to furious rage as the creature Maladius shot forth from the flame, threatening all that she held sacred. A despair planted within her threatened to hinder her thoughts... ...but she slammed it back into the farest corners of her mind, refusing to let it ever take hold. No. It could not end like this. The lives of all of those here were in danger. And two of those some of the most valuable of all of those in the universe. No. Not like before. Not again. Shayla's essence reached out to touch the despairing mind of Graysith, lending strength, lending support. You have power over him... -------------------- "Small minds think in small terms!"
~~CMH~~
(I am NOT turning to the Darkside...)
Posts: 1711 | From: see Mara1Jade | Registered: Jun 2001 | Logged: 66.20.157.94
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Maladius
Evil
Member # 138
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posted 09-14-2002 06:56 PM
Bloody eyes dripped into verdant flames as the demon slowly turned his attention from his prey and focused it upon Recinis. That warrior stood in stony defiance of the thing of pure evil which hung like some awful portent of doom above Graysith's head, tail now fully poised for the strike.Where it would lash was anybody's guess. At length: "How fast can you be, silly man?" his voice spread across the night like fetid ichor oozing from the remains of a dead and decaying thing. "Think you can out-maneuver me? "I am death! I ride the Beast whose outcry is despair, and whose coat is the color of blood! Watch and join in that despair, and bring back to your pitiful Sorcerer this message from the TRUE Lord of Warriors: "If He cannot have her, NO ONE SHALL!!" Lightning strobed upon the stone walls, making all events suddenly surreal in their stop-time action. There was no time for anything, no time but for the ringing yowl of victory which gibbered from the lips of the thing as he lashed that deadly tail over his head like a scorpion, over and down, down and assured, arrowing with the certainty of death directly toward the still-chortling form of the little Jhin'Darra, who the Chosen Daughter was now cradling to her very heart.... [ 09-14-2002 07:15 PM: Message edited 1 time, lastly by Maladius ]
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Recinis
Sith Protector
Member # 266
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posted 09-14-2002 07:10 PM
Recinis mind and body suddenly snapped, like a rubber band being pulled to tight, and with that snap, he became a blur, matching the speed of the demons tail with amazing presision, his sword came forth in a miraculas red blur, so strange did it appear, that it was hard to tell if the blade was even moving, or if the glow was simply extending as it had done before during his constant focus of mind.
All his senses were straining, he could not afford to let even one detail escape his conciousness.
The demon was fast, and had tried to get past him...and indeed he almost had, yet in the end recinis blade came forth like the wrath of an unbelievable demi-god, a simplistic crimson blur that represented all the strength recinis held. All the confedence in his own body.
He was a well created weapon...and his sword was just as sharp.
With a slight swish sword met tail, both forces seeming to deny the others existance, as if the tail could not believe the sword had been fast enough, and as if the sword could not believe the tail had not been instantly severed...
But as was the way with sith Magicks, eventauly, there power showed true, and the demons tail fell dully to the ground, the very instant he had felt his blade become free recinis changed directions, the red blur seeming everywhere are once, comming in at the demon with intensity that could only be matched by the emerald glow of the warrios eyes, from which direction the blade truly came, not even recinis knew, but he held faith that in the end even the might of this dark creature could not outsmart his mystical weapon...[ 09-14-2002 07:15 PM: Message edited 1 time, lastly by Recinis ] -------------------- "my hearts my strongest weapon, my mind my swiftess blade, the words i speak can cut your flesh, and leave you in the gray"
---BMG
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Maladius
Evil
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posted 09-14-2002 07:28 PM
A banshee scream ripped from the very heart of hell tore from Maladius's gibbering lips as that impossibly fast blade sheared his deadly tail from his body. Now his bloody eyes grew bloodier yet, filling with that life-giving fluid as even amidst that outrageous pain he was cherishing to his very heart, he formed his final and deadly plan of action."Wrong again, little warrior!" he cried with glee as, purposefully letting his claws tear and shred in the process he wrenched free his death's grip on the canyon walls, his limbs now shrinking back to their normal size, the severed stub of his tail lashing about like a writhing slug coming dully from a dank and noisome lair, the hideous goo which passed for his own blood spraying right and left, and drenching all present with a liberal coat of hideousness. Still cackling and slobbering with joy -- for oh, the exquisite pain of that severed tail! How much he would miss it, how it sent fires of agony coursing through him, how he loved this warrior for delivering such soul-consuming pain unto him! -- he let his body drop directly atop the still-frozen form of the Chosen Daughter of the Sith. There he hunkered low, his claws digging into her flesh, his drool dripping down on top of little JhinDarra, his opened mouth millimeters from the throat of the little one, now turning his eyes back into those of Recinis and simply daring him to make another move. Behind him, the inky portal through which he would depart with his prey began to coalesce from the very red-shot blackness of his mind. [ 09-14-2002 07:35 PM: Message edited 1 time, lastly by Maladius ]
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Recinis
Sith Protector
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posted 09-14-2002 07:52 PM
Recinis almost laughed at the demon for his foolishness... He would harm his love? that demon would dare attempt to harm a innocent child? no...Not while recinis held the binding simbol of his father. All that the heart could ever know would be defending by recinis, for with his creed, came the strength to end this threat. And with this realization he felt a slight pulsation shoot up his arm from his right wrist, seeming to be in complete hormony with his pulse, yet he knew it was something else entirly.
On top of his mighty fate binding creed, he was one who had the force as his ally, which allowed him to perform actions which seemed intirly to unbelievable. with a slight twitch of his mental focus upon the powers of the blade, there was a fierce flash of light, and with it, the blade was sitting daftly within his hand, the glow more fierce then ever before... or so it seemed. slowly the glow faded, revealing that the blade was gone... and with it came the knowledge that in the flash, the blade had been flung, with deadly speed, and amazing accuracy it came forth arrowing from seemingly nothingness to spear instantly the domons body, the blade sinking in through the things heart, magicks once again flaring to life in the presence of the demonic soul held within.
With yet another blur of motion Recinis staff was within his grasp, he was before the demon instantly staff coming forth, blazed in glorieus electricity, promising that with its touch, all that the demon was, would be ended... That is, if the fiercly glowing blade, imbeded within the things heart, had not ended the threat as of yet.[ 09-14-2002 07:54 PM: Message edited 1 time, lastly by Recinis ] -------------------- "my hearts my strongest weapon, my mind my swiftess blade, the words i speak can cut your flesh, and leave you in the gray"
---BMG
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Graysith
Chosen Daughter
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posted 09-14-2002 08:00 PM
A final screech of outrage slammed into the stone walls, bouncing and amplifying from them until the very harmonics it issued threatened to deafen them all. The thing atop Graysith's head tensed, for a moment it's claws digging more deeply into her flesh... before with a final caterwaul it toppled from her head to lie still at her feet.In turn, Graysith simply swayed on her feet, her eyes wide and blinking. All, from the time that demonic thing had appeared above her head to when he just now fell in death, all had occurred in but mere seconds. The look she cast upon Recinis was vague, unseeing, her eyes blank with shock. Her grip on the child loosened bit by bit, her arms lowering until the little girl simply fell from her grasp, sliding down her body to land quietly and quiet safely on the ground in front of her. All around, it was as if the very night turned itself off, as the powerful energies of the place sucked back into themselves, having given of themselves in command of the two who remained before the quiet flicker of the Eternal Flame. Then it too extinguished, bringing true night and a panoply of stars to this place, while the Chosen Daugher of the Sith merely slumped to the ground, her eyes opened but unseeing, her flesh wet with her own blood and that of the demon. She curled about herself there in silence, seeing only the empty place where her daughter ought to have been, and there upon the ground remained utterly still. -------------------- I ride the Stormcloud and the Night!
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Recinis
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posted 09-14-2002 08:15 PM
Recinis looked upon graysith for a moment... he knew she would be fine... she was utterly shocked, but not truly harmed, except for the blood which the demon hard drawn...
Slowly he walked to the demon, placing the staff once more upon his back. reachign down he grasped the hilt of the sword, the power of the blade instantly flared to greater life in recognission of its masteres pressence. The blade allowed then its full power to emerge, seeping deeply into the demon, and causing it to slowly decay and become dust which blew away in a fierce wind. Because like all demons mental, or physica, it was a being of energy on its basic levels, energy which his blade hungrily absorbed, dispersing it from the universe for all eternity. slowly he raised the blade from the stone, sheathing it in its hidden scaberd. turning then he looked upon the somewhat surprised looks, partaily directed at him, and partialy directed at graysith.
Slowly he walked over to graysith, and knelt down beside her, placing a hand upon her shoulder, he tried his best to smile upon her, saying simply to her "all will be well." before he fell backwards in dizzyness, his body literaly shuddering in the strain of using such energies as were required to move with his greatest speed. His muscles ached from the tension. he fell back against a stone pillar, inhaling a deep breath, his right wrist pulsating once more, he dismissed all thoughts of everything then, and let himself fall into a half sleep. for indeed, he needed rest.-------------------- "my hearts my strongest weapon, my mind my swiftess blade, the words i speak can cut your flesh, and leave you in the gray"
---BMG
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Shayla Stargazer Petrolu
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posted 09-14-2002 08:19 PM
Without the slightest bit of hesitation Shayla hurried to that place where Grayisith lay and stooped to the ground to be beside her. Then she reached out to Graysith, placing both hands on her shoulders and reaching out to that mental link that only existed between the two of them, seeking to send out that which she knew she could provide.Throwing her head back, Shayla reached deep within her own self and flooded Graysith with all the strength she had, slowly bringing wounds created by the evil demon to a quick and painless healing. There she remained for some time in silence, bringing the healing energies within her to she whom she would always love as a Sister. And when the physical wounds were gone, Shayla reached out to share the emotional ones. For a long moment, Shayla sent not a word through that link, but merely shared those sorrows and despairs with her sister, seeking to calm, seeking to empathize. Then at length she did speak, words of reassurance flooding from her soul: This is not over. You have the power to defeat him, and I will stand at your side. We will find your little ShaRhylla, this do I swear. For in me has been planted the despair of the Universe, and therefore in me exists the knowledge that only we can stop it. And then there she remained, hunkering close to her sister, continuing to pour strength into Graysith and all the while keenly aware of the presence of Loban nearby, holding little JhinDarra protectively. Shayla kept her concentration focused mainly on Graysith and also on the babe, and waited. [ 09-14-2002 09:18 PM: Message edited 1 time, lastly by Mara1Jade ] -------------------- "Small minds think in small terms!"
~~CMH~~
(I am NOT turning to the Darkside...)
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Graysith
Chosen Daughter
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posted 09-14-2002 10:21 PM
A deep shudder raced through Graysith's slight frame, one which seemed to start in the very depths of her being and then shoot outward into all directions until it seemed the very air about her was set rippling away in silent waves. Once, twice the tremors shook her body, gradually bringing her to her senses. She drew in a great breath, suddenly aware of the fact that she was laying on the cold dirt and stone of the Valley of the Lords, aware that gentle hands were upon her, that a tendril of an essence yet more gentle, the epitome of love, was filling her with a strength beyond herself. Off to the side, a dark form lay half-supine, while the urn atop the short pillar against which he rested......was out. She sat up abruptly, the Claw-bearing hand reaching out as though trying to grasp the ungraspable. Her violet eyes were drawn to that hand, and she stared at it as though it were an unknown thing, as alien to her as that demon which had so recently tried to rip her flesh from her body and take her away. It shook slightly, the exotic beauty of the Claw of S'slan marred by the taint of demonic blood.... Now she shook her head, blinking, her gaze now straying from that hand up to fall into the concerned and loving gaze of her Adept. Shayla, ever by her side, through all adversary; that hand rushed over suddenly to clamp upon her shoulder in affirmation of that unity they shared, well aware of who it was who had healed her wounds, wounds delivered by the thing which Recinis had managed to kill. Recinis. The Glyph on her forehead flared to life as she suddenly scrabbled onto her feet, moving quickly to where her love now lay against the Flame-bearing pillar, his eyes glazed and half-opened. She fell heavily onto her knees beside him, her bloodied hands now reaching out to gently cup his face, drawing him to her to carefully scrutinize him, to see if that deplorable thing had managed to deliver any blows upon him, her hands roving over his body as her eyes sought to bring him back to her. He remained quiet, lost in his own world of healing. But that was something of which the Chosen Daughter was unaware. Suddenly the sounds of her accelerated breathing echoed in the quiet night, the tiniest scritch accompanied that sound as she gritted her teeth, her jaws clenched now as did her fists, her eyes filling with a redness born of something beyond that of the demon. The movement as swift as it was unexpected, she flew to her feet, the Glyph flaring in its demand that the Flame come to life, her hands reaching out of their own accord to snatch the gurgling JhinDarra from the surprised grip of the young Loban. Holding the infant aloft as if she were a trophy, she whirled about where she stood, her love at her feet, her eyes ablaze. Her clarion call rang out in the night, and somehow seemed to surpass it entirely: "ROAN!" The valkyrie cry burst from her lips. "You WILL COME TO ME!" Around her, the night suddenly burst asunder as the Flame roared aloft and Sith magicks commandeered the air. -------------------- I ride the Stormcloud and the Night!
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Recinis
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posted 09-14-2002 10:41 PM
Recinis sat weakly against the pillar, his consciousness replaced by a sleep born of utter exhaustion. Some small bit of himself told him to wake up, that he was needed. But that small link he was maintaining with the conscious world was not enough, to weakened was he… If he could just go a moment more of sleep, no matter how restless the sleep may seem…
He heard something… A scream born of some powerful emotion… he felt the energies of the place he rested rise up about him, he simply sighed, if he had the energy he would stand, but it had taken everything he could give in order to defeat the demon… There was simply nothing left… Or was there?
His mind lazily flowed through his body, searching for an energy that he could use, but alas, he found nothing.
Just a moment longer…that’s all I need…one more moment
after a few more minutes of simply sitting his body finely managed to scrounge up enough energy to open his eyes, and see the outside world. Everything was distorted at first, but eventually his eyes focused and he saw a strange site indeed… Graysith holding Darra above her head… he would have shrugged at that moment, had he the energy, because he simply could not make any connections…if there were connections to be mad...
He looked at graysith for a moment, as looking was really all he could do, truly wondering exactly what it was she was doing...-------------------- "my hearts my strongest weapon, my mind my swiftess blade, the words i speak can cut your flesh, and leave you in the gray"
---BMG
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Shayla Stargazer Petrolu
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posted 09-14-2002 10:43 PM
Shayla stood at Graysith's demand for Roan to come, her greeny-blue eyes alert and full of the righteous anger of one who knew all that the other woman had endured. And while to most this call may seem entirely foolish, there were other things Shayla knew as well. Oh, were there other things. Shayla stood by rock-solid, seeking the power the Flame for strength, finding another power yet inside of herself as she did so. And within that Flame fueled by the Sorcerories of the Sith, Shayla saw something else entirely... There was a new strength amongst them, standing alongside them. Primeval, simple, but most certainly and blessedly there... Although the tension of the moment lent itself not to words, Shayla sent one small tendril of thought out to Graysith. There is much more that has been revealed this day than we have yet become aware of... Yet more that is at stake, that must be defended, that must be protected... ...for you, my dear sister, are with child. And even in the unholy blaze of the Eternal Flame, Shayla couldn't help but momentarily smile, something akin to triumph deep in the depths of her eyes. [ 09-14-2002 10:47 PM: Message edited 1 time, lastly by Shayla Stargazer Petrolu ] -------------------- "Small minds think in small terms!"
~~CMH~~
(I am NOT turning to the Darkside...)
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