Post by Ashen Crucifere on Oct 13, 2018 17:23:14 GMT -5
There was once exiles who sought to understand the meaning of the Force, to dwell deeper into than any other being had. They were ridiculed for this, called heretics, and abominations. Exiled for their open minded thinking. It was here, on this desert that these exiles would find a place to practice and learn the ways of the Force. It was here that they were reveled as Lords. Dark Lords of the Force. They grew in power, constructing creatures never before seen, and powers that could only before be dreamed of.
They became something some would consider unnnatural.
You may not know it yet, but you can feel it. The power that surges through the crevices of this planet. The desert calls to you, to a valley of darkness.
Korriban. Ancient history on this rock. It was a dried up planet that most avoided less they wished to go mad or get rich. The planet was rumored to hold many entombed items of great worth to the right seller and also home to some of the most dangerous creatures in the galaxy. The latter had attracted Kezeroth. Stepping out of a borrowed shuttle the Gen'dai adorned in Durasteel armor waved off the assistants that were supposed to aid him. They would only get in the way. Immediately a surge of pressure came apon his upper mantle that was his chest and head. A subtle crushing weight that could not be shaken off and whispers that seemed to flow with the very winds that caused the sands to dance. The Darkside of the force the cultists and people of old called it. It was all bantha fodder in the end. He knew the stories and tales and had even seen some Jedi and Sith in action once apon a time but their skills and abilities never really caught his attention.
" Bantha Fodder, This place is not cursed." He snapped at the assistants waving them back inside the ship. " I'll do this myself." He shouldered a Heavy Lightning Rifle on his rightside and continued forward into the Valley before him
Post by Ashen Crucifere on Oct 15, 2018 14:01:02 GMT -5
Before the hulking bundle of flesh was valley that outstretched farther than his eyes could see, if he had a helmet of any sorts that had a zooming HUD he could see that it did end. If not, the ending would appear to be just a large mountain before him. The air was stale with dust and sand. The only sound apparent was the wind itself. Unlike any other planet the Gen'dai had been on for his hunts, this planet felt more than strange. There was an uneasy feeling in the air, like something was watching him from every corner. How he dealt with this depended on his past experience, and more than likely, it barely did anything to him than a possible shiver confused to be the wind.
There was, however, a stench in the air. Death, and unnatural smell of death lingered everywhere. It was clear the rifle would come in handy. While the Gen'dai did not feel the same as many popular believes on the Force, there was something here pulling him towards that large mountain. On both is left and right were pillars eroded from time, but each one had faint marks that were unable to be read. Even then, the language was ancient, and it was doubted the Gen'dai could read it even if it clear.
Apparent statues had lost their features, and some had even lost their heads. the only thing clear about them was the concept of robes, and some had swords.
To both the left and right were pathways that held smaller pillars and statues, but it had appeared whatever was there was no blocked by rock fall. Only one path could be seen, the an opening probably leading up to the mountain.
" This place smells like Coruscants depths." He muttered in his breath his eyes shifted back and forth fixed on the ancient primeval structures before him. There were no signs of wild life at all but the silence that was covered by the winds did not comfort him as much as he thought they would. Never before had Kezeroth experienced something like this. No tracks, scents or anything of the like to follow only a pressuring and enticing allure closer to a large mountain.
Scoffing at the statues the Gen'dai checked his rifle and set the weapon to lethal instead of stun. Continuing forward the large alien surveyed the area and the collapse before him. " Hmm What could of caused this? No animal I believe." A frown was etched into his face followed by a stoic expression. There was only one path left to go and inside his chest and mind he felt it pulling at him, Embracing the lure Kezeroth began his ascent up the mountain.
Post by Ashen Crucifere on Oct 26, 2018 1:13:02 GMT -5
The aura began to thicken like a fog without the visual disruption. As he reached closer, the hunter would notice the mountain was not just a mountain, but a building. But, something more became off, a sensation of danger, possibly fear, arose. The sound of scuffling, and moaning became audibly nearby. The path was curving, and as the Gen'dai took the curve, two very large beasts were making their way towards him. They had already noticed him and moved into a threatening position. They're skin was a leathery gray color, with black horns cresting the crown of their head pointing backwards. Their eyes glowed a deep red, and slobber dripped from their jowls.
Odd sensations overcame Kezeroths mass of muscle and nerves. It was as if wave hit him over and over, Each time harder and harder pulling his spirit in closer to a vast expanse that was beyond what he ever knew. This was merely the shoreline as well. The Mountain in front of him suddenly shifted into a different structure from his eyes. There was something smothering his ever so keen senses here and he could not explain it. There was no excuse for missing a primeval ziggurat and mistaking it for a mountain. How he missed this fact eluded him. " Mnnnmmmm" he growled slightly and blinked hard, His version of a double take. The entire mysterious event muffled his mind once more but only for a mere moment before a new sensation could be felt.
Thud, thud. Thud, thud. A steady pump of liquids increasing in speed ever so slightly. The thrill of the hunt. The Gen'dai could feel it as if it was his own. A surrogate muscle that kept many known species alive. The heart. There was no need to physically look. The pumping of such a muscle notified Kezeroth that this was a large creature closing in on him, in fact there were two. A stoic face slowly turned to face the two beasts. Cyan colored pupils examining the facial features and main distinctions. Red eyes like that of droid or blaster bolt. Tough leathery hide and the three horns followed by spines flowing down the back. A steady flow of saliva was being produced in abundance. The subtle feeling of liquids squishing back and forth in the mouth gave it all away. Then a thick supple flow onto the red tainted sands below.
Exactly how Kezeroth wanted them.
Falling onto a single knee the Gen'dai shouldered his Heavy Lightning Cannon taking aim rather swiftly. Tensing and flexing select portions of his unique biology to grant him impeccable aim. The first shot first throwing very little kick into his upper torso followed by another. The head sized bolts of lightning crackled and fizzed through the air both headed for their marks. A bolt for each Tuk'ata.
Keeping his aim Kezeroth held back waiting to see if more was needed on such beasts. He'd rather not charr such beautiful hides and ivory. Ashen Crucifere
Asim Bast: Well the entire point so far is to have characters work towards establishing the Sith, Jedi, other FU organizations instead of just joining them off the bat. There's even an event coming up where such things will be put into motion.
Oct 11, 2018 1:18:33 GMT -5
Ashen Crucifere: ^ What he said. The Templates are a WIP just like the Tech and Lore area. Its there to view so that you can whats coming. No point in hiding it.
Oct 11, 2018 1:20:48 GMT -5
Nylita Kuat: Oh, no sub profiles here. Sad
Oct 11, 2018 17:01:20 GMT -5
Nylita Kuat: Can you be a Kuat here?
Oct 11, 2018 17:02:30 GMT -5
Kezeroth: Be whatever you want
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