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Social Games The Rancor Pit (EUC Dueling thread)

Discussion in 'EU Community' started by Bardan_Jusik, Mar 2, 2013.

  1. Mikaboshi

    Mikaboshi Force Ghost star 6

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    He should come out and have a beer. :)

    Awesome posts you guys, I am probably not going to get a reply up until tomorrow night. Have a thought as to what direction it will go, hope you like it once it's up. [face_devil]
     
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  2. Lady_Belligerent

    Lady_Belligerent Queen of the RPF, SWC, C&P, and Pancakes & Waffles star 10 Staff Member Manager

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    IC: Bellorum

    Newly returned from a recruiting mission, Bellorum entered the bleachers area and took a seat within shouting distance of her fellow Sith, and looked around. She felt disappointment that there were no Jedi or Mando's currently involved, sighing she hoped they would show up eventually.

    "How's it going down there, guys?" She sipped her tea and watched.

    Tag: all pit people
     
  3. Mikaboshi

    Mikaboshi Force Ghost star 6

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    Darth Cruor
    Rancor Pit

    There was no small amount of satisfaction to see the Zabrak struck by his second blow, even more so after the frustration he felt upon seeing the High Lord's impressive display of acrobatics which allowed him to avoid the first strike. He had little time to gloat over the small victory, he could sense something was amiss. While his attentions were on his immediate opponent he had made a critical error, his focus had wandered from the second Sith in the Pit.

    The Dark Side of the Force however alerted him to the looming threat, but barely soon enough. Instinctively he raised his own protective shield, but the Rancor's massively clawed hand was already in motion. The power generated by the creature weakened his defensive measures considerably and he cursed himself for such an oversight, lesser Sith would have been dead already.

    Even as he cursed himself for his error Lord Manticore was not willing to lessen the pressure being applied, even while Darth Cruor was avoiding being crushed by Darth Kronos and his beast the Executioner was in motion, his red blades moved so fast as to seemingly cut the air and from that act erupted two telekinetic waves that were no less dangerous than the lightsaber itself. The waves ripped across the air leaving a trail of dust behind, with a thunderous crack the initial attack shattered the already weakened shield, the second cut through the Gen'Dai from shoulder to hip as well as through the extended hand of the Rancor.

    As the Rancor let loose his pain and rage throughout the Pit the now severed body of the Gen'Dai was thrown back, the two parts landing many feet apart.

    It had been over a century since he had felt such pain, it incited within his being a white hot fury that summoned the power of the Dark Side to him. It had been even longer since he had been physically wounded in such a sadistic way, through uncountable wars and engagements none had done more than to cause him more than a minor and quickly healing wound. Only Darth Nemesis had been able to do such a thing to the powerful Gen'Dai, his own Master, such was only one of many of the many unspeakable torments that he had survived to become the weapon of the Left-Handed God.

    As the Zabrak rushed in behind his telekinetic attacks he could see the muscular fibers of the Sith Lord's body reaching out to search for it's severed half, the tendrils crawled forth rapidly seemingly drawn to each other. It would not be long before they connected and began to reform the massive warrior, Darth Kronos and Lord Manticore had only a few moments of advantage before the Gen'Dai would be able to rise once again.

    Even now they could sense his attentions, his still hooded head was directed at the rushing opponent who had dared such a bodily assault upon him, his hand still gripped the staff tightly though he was unable to gain any kind of leverage to utilize it's power....yet.

    greyjedi125 Darth Kronos Lady Belligerent dragonsith13 Everyone else
     
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  4. greyjedi125

    greyjedi125 Chosen One star 6

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    Mikaboshi

    Great post! Your description immediately reminded me of Kakazu:


    [​IMG]

    The very first time I saw him put himself together gave me the heebie-jeebies! [face_laugh]:p
     
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  5. Mitth_Fisto

    Mitth_Fisto Chosen One star 6

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    So. Does one simply wade in? Or is the dance card's full?

    Interesting bedtime reading otherwise ;)
     
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  6. Mikaboshi

    Mikaboshi Force Ghost star 6

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    Sure, jump on in. I told dragonsith13 to kill everyone, but I think he passed out from all the beer so you may be safe. [face_laugh]


    LOL, great, now I want to start watching Naruto again. :p
     
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  7. greyjedi125

    greyjedi125 Chosen One star 6

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    Yeah. Mitth_Fisto, there's always room for more. Ongoing Party w/ no cover charge. :p
     
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  8. dragonsith13

    dragonsith13 Jedi Grand Master star 4

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    Kill? Hmmmm

    Ooc: I have been swamped with work hoping to get on boards tomorrow ...
     
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  9. greyjedi125

    greyjedi125 Chosen One star 6

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    IC: Lord Manticore
    Rancor Pit

    Manticore reached Darth Cruor’s body, rather, the half that still had his head attached to it and pointed the glowing tip of his sabers-staff at the Battlemaster’s head.

    The head was the command center. Everything else followed its dictates. Vanquish a creature’s head and the conflict is won.

    Lord Manticore’s fiery eyes regarded the still conscious Gen’Dai as the two halves of his body sought to knit themselves back together. It was a wondrous sight. Aside from the blinding pain he sensed, Darth Cruor was quite likely immortal. His level of survivability was leagues beyond knowing. The zabrak quickly dismissed a twinge of jealousy he felt at Cruor’s regenerative prowess. Crour was nigh invincible and there was much Manticore could learn from such a powerful being.

    It was only thanks to Darth Kronos’s timely intervention with the Rancor and the zabrak’s telekinetic attack, that the Gen’Dai found himself in such a ruinous state. Otherwise, events would have progressed much differently. Still, from the looks of things, it was but a temporary inconvenience for the Gen'Dai. This momentary advantage had also come at a cost to Manticore and Kronos.

    Manticore kept his senses alert, should Kronos fail to regain a hold of his pained mount. If attacked, the zabrak would not hesitate to disembowel the very creature that had just aided him.

    In addition, Manticore could feel his Force Rage just beginning to wane. His momentary invincibility began to diminish and with each passing moment, Lord Cruor regained his strength, until he would stand completely restored.

    It was simply magnificent.

    “Undoubtedly, in a conflict of attrition, you would emerge the victor High Lord Cruor.” Manticore stated firmly.

    The blistering sound of his Force Rage was still audible, but clearly diminishing. He didn’t wince, despite the pulsing pain that began to throb in his shoulder.

    “Let us consider this encounter a draw. If it pleases you, we can resume our contest elsewhere, at a time of your choosing. We needn’t raze the Pitmaster’s arena in the process.”

    The zabrak extinguished his weapon, nodded respectfully, then stood to one side, as he continued to observe Cruor’s dark powers at work. He was still aware of Kronos and his beast's whereabouts.

    “What say you?”


    Tag: @Mikaboshi,@Darth Kronos, @dragonsith13, @Mitth_Fisto, @Moonspun Dragon, @Lady Belligerent
     
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  10. Mikaboshi

    Mikaboshi Force Ghost star 6

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    Darth Cruor
    Rancor Pit
    His body lay prone on the floor of the fighting pit as the tendrils of his severed halves sought to mend his form, time can heal almost any would for a Gen'Dai. Though what he had suffered was not only physical, there was a mental anguish that had been inflicted as well.

    For too long he believed himself invincible. Rightfully so, none had offered him a challenge worth acknowledging. Today this changed, today he learned that there was one who did not fear to stand against him, today his world changed.

    Darth Cruor gazed up at the Executioner, though he lay beaten at the man's feet there was no anger. Only admiration and respect.

    Undoubtedly, in a conflict of attrition, you would emerge the victor High Lord Cruor." Lord Manticore stated firmly.

    “Undoubtedly, in a conflict of attrition, you would emerge the victor High Lord Cruor.” Manticore stated firmly, even as he spoke the ancient Sith Lord could feel the fiery rage within the man subsiding and left the Gen'Dai even more impressed at his adversaries control over the Dark Side. “Let us consider this encounter a draw. If it pleases you, we can resume our contest elsewhere, at a time of your choosing. We needn’t raze the Pitmaster’s arena in the process.”

    The Zabrak stood to one side and deactivated his saberstaff and there was no doubt that he was studying Darth Cruor's recuperative abilities, “What say you?”

    Darth Cruor shifted as his body had healed to the point of being unified once again, though his healing was not complete it would no longer hamper his movements.

    "We are in agreement High Lord Manticore." Cruor's deep voice echoed across the pit, "We have done enough damage today." He added with a conspiratorial smile from within the darkness of his hood. With his staff in hand he finally rose to his feet and the shadows gathered to his presence once again, "Though I would much prefer to see what fear we could sow across this galaxy as allies.", with that the shadows enveloped him fully and once dissipated left no presence of the Gen'Dai.

    The Pit was once again the dominion of the Pitmaster.
     
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  11. Darth Kronos

    Darth Kronos Force Ghost star 6

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    IC: Darth Kronos

    The attack against Darth Cruor was successful. The Rancor had cut through him, slicing him in half, and sending each piece several feet apart from each other. But this had come at a price. The Sith Lord had been prepared, using his lightsabers to cut through its hand. Since the beast had already suffered through sheer amounts of pain ever since the Pit had gained popularity, it only got even angrier, slamming its fist against the ground, and wailing. If Kronos did not control it in time, the thing could end up attacking Manticore, or someone in the stands.

    Suddenly, Bellorum's voice sounded, clearly from the stands themselves. "How's it going down there, guys?"

    Wonderfully, Kronos thought sarcastically.

    In response to this, the young Sith Master had reached out with the Force, attempting to calm down the Rancor before it let loose and killed everyone there. It wasn't that he particularly cared about the people themselves, he had tried to severly maim Cruor, and that could have easily killed him. But, if he did end up having everyone there dead, the Pitmaster wouldn't be happy, and he would probably end up dead by his hand.

    Kronos concentrated, focusing only on taming the Rancor. He closed his eyes, not even bothering to look at what Cruor and Manticore were doing. He sighed, clearing his mind of all other distractions.

    Moments later, the beast was beginning to calm and relax. Kronos was successful.

    Opening his eyes, Kronos was immediately greeted with the sight of Cruor's body - well, one half of it - crawling to its other half with its tendrils. It was truly a sight to behold. Just not in the beautiful way.

    Manticore had stepped in at that moment, offering a truce. Clearly, he was also worried about the Pitmaster. That, or he just wanted to fight where the two couldn't be interrupted.

    Kronos was only hoping Cruor would agree to the terms.

    "We are in agreement, High Lord Manticore".

    Thank the Maker.

    As the two were finally starting to calm down, Kronos jumped off of the Rancor's back, setting it free of his control. He had no further need for the beast, so he let it run freely around the arena. If it decided to attack again, he, and most likely the others, would be ready.

    He stood silently, a few feet away from the others, as he would watch them do whatever. But, that was of no concern. If the deal he and Bellorum made with the Pitmaster still stood, Kronos would introduce something new. Something that had never been seen in the Pit before.

    It was time to find out.

    TAG: greyjedi125 Mikaboshi Lady Belligerent
     
  12. Lady_Belligerent

    Lady_Belligerent Queen of the RPF, SWC, C&P, and Pancakes & Waffles star 10 Staff Member Manager

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    =D= =D==D=

    IC: Bellorum

    That was an amazing spectacle! Bellorum watched the crowds roaring to show their appreciation.

    "Kronos, I know you've been preparing something exciting, and we are all looking forward to it."

    She glanced around the arena, "I am hopeful some more of the Jedi will decide to come out and play along. Unless they want us to have all the fun."

    Tag: Darth Kronos
     
  13. Darth Kronos

    Darth Kronos Force Ghost star 6

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    IC: Darth Kronos (short post, bruh)

    The crowds roared in approval for the scene that had just happened. Even Bellorum.

    "Kronos, I know you've been preparing something exciting, and we are all looking forward to it".

    This had startled him, mostly due to the fact she showed up extremely suddenly. How she got there so fast, Kronos did not know. Maybe Sith Teleportation was a real thing.

    He spoke to Bellorum. "Yes. I've been working on this for a while. The Acklays was level one. The undead was level two. This is level three. I hope it will be up to your standards".

    Kronos glanced around the arena before speaking again. "Now... where the hell is the Pitmaster?"

    TAG: Lady Belligerent

    OOC: I'm gonna keep it a secret from even you, Lady B. muahahahoohahoo [face_devil][face_skull]
     
  14. Darth Arach

    Darth Arach Jedi Youngling

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    IC: Darth Arach

    Arach stands in the center of the deserted Pit. She looked around, remembering the glorious battles that took place here. She walked around in a small circle in the center, taking note of the skeletons and dead corpses of the zombies that had once flooded this magnificent arena.

    The High Lord pulled herself out of her memories and reminded herself of why she had come.

    It was time for her apprentice's next task.

    She stood still in the exact center and summoned her apprentice.

    "Darth Syren, your task is upon you."

    Knowing Syren will hear her, Arach closed her eyes and lifted her head up toward the high ceiling, waiting for her answer.

    Tag: QueenSabe7
     
  15. Darth Kronos

    Darth Kronos Force Ghost star 6

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    Woot woot, this place is still alive!!!!
     
  16. QueenSabe7

    QueenSabe7 Chosen One star 6

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    IC: Darth Syren

    Upon receiving the summons from her Master for her next task, Syren had not hesitated to obey the call.

    Moving cautiously, the apprentice stepped out into the open arena as her eyes darted about, taking in all she could about the foreign surroundings. Death permeated this space and physical proof of such was seen in the remains of various unknown beings that were strewn about. Focusing, she began to gather herself for whatever challenge may come next.

    As she approached the center where Darth Arach stood, she stopped at a respectful distance and bowed low.

    "I am ready, my Master."

    She spoke simply and waited for further instruction.

    TAG: Darth Arach
     
  17. Darth Arach

    Darth Arach Jedi Youngling

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    IC: Darth Arach

    Arach lowered her head and fixed her gold eyes on her apprentice. "For this task, you will need all of your strength and courage."

    She turned her head slightly to her right to indicate the arena around her. "This pit is alive. Can you feel it? Can you feel the pain that has been dealt? The blood that has been spilt? The deaths that have taken place?" Her eyes brightened with an inner light as she, again, looked at her apprentice. "This place holds so many memories." Her gaze hardend. "I would hate for you to be one."

    With that, the High Lord inclined her head. "Your battle will begin momentarily."

    TAG: QueenSabe7
     
  18. QueenSabe7

    QueenSabe7 Chosen One star 6

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    Mar 23, 2001
    IC: Darth Syren

    As Syren listened attentively to her Master's words, anticipation and excitement began to build inside her.

    "Your battle will begin momentarily," Darth Arach informed her.

    Reflexively moving her hands to her saber hilts, she closed her eyes and gathered the Force about her in preparation. This test her Master had waiting for her was one she no intention of failing.

    TAG: Darth Arach
     
  19. Mikaboshi

    Mikaboshi Force Ghost star 6

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    A deep cold spread throughout the pit. Soon fog rolled off the warmer stone walls and floor, and Darth Syren would be able to see her breathe. As the fog spread a darkness settled on the area making visibility beyond ten feet in either direction difficult.

    From somewhere out in that foggy darkness a sound could begin to be detected, softly at first. It sounded as if something was being dragged across the rocky floor of the pit, as it grew louder Darth Syren would be able to discern that the sound was coming from multiple sources rather than from an individual.

    Even as she made no sound herself, whatever it was in the darkness crept towards her, it knew where she was.

    Suddenly the first being came trough the fog. It was humanoid in appearance, with milky white eyes and white hair, and it's skin hung from it's bones. It continued to shuffle forward as more of the creatures, Dark Side Wights, could now be seen approaching

    The first of the wights rose his hand looking to grab for the sustaining life energy contained within Darth Syren.


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    Darth Arach QueenSabe7
     
  20. Darth Arach

    Darth Arach Jedi Youngling

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    IC: Darth Arach

    A movement through the sudden fog drew the assassin's attention.

    Keeping her gaze on the shadows creeping through the fog, Arach spoke to her apprentice. "So, it begins." She glanced at Syren. "You must defeat them all to succeed. Good luck."

    Without waiting for a further reply, Arach backed away toward the lowest teir. When she was obscured by the fog, she Force Jumped onto an above teir to watch the coming fight unseen.

    TAG: QueenSabe7, Mikaboshi
     
  21. QueenSabe7

    QueenSabe7 Chosen One star 6

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    OOC: 1)Pardon my delayed response. 2) Let's do this. [face_mischief]


    IC: Darth Syren


    Continuing to focus on clearing her mind, Syren felt a sudden chill move up her spine. The temperature was dropping. She opened her eyes to find herself surrounded by a creeping fog, the air now cold enough that small puffs of her own breath were visible as she exhaled. Instantly becoming alert, the apprentice removed her saber hilts from her belt. Not yet ignited but held at the ready, she clutched her weapons and moved in a slow circle. Whatever already dim light there was here, it grew faint as the rolling mist inched closer. Turning to face her Master once again, Darth Arach cast her gaze upon Syren.

    "So, it begins. You must defeat them all to succeed. Good luck."

    And she was gone.

    Them. So, it was to be multiple opponents. She couldn’t help the small smirk that flashed across her lips. Violence had a strange way of exciting her, and if there would be more than one challenger for her to slay she would welcome it.

    The adrenaline that had begun building the moment she set foot in the arena spiked to a new high as a noise reached her ears through the fog. It was an ominous, slow moving sound. No …. sounds. They came from all around her as she continued to turn in place; her body prickling with the telltale signal through the Force that danger was near.

    Close. Closer still. Here.

    Whirling around and igniting her crimson blades in one fluid motion, Syren slashed down with both weapons. A severed arm fell limply to the ground. She looked up to meet the blank, white eyes of a creature that could not be considered human… or alive. As its gaze locked on her with blatant hunger, it did not pause at the loss of its limb and continued shuffling forward. Now raising its remaining hand, it was close enough for her to see the hanging flesh on its ghastly face.

    Well, damn.

    Having no time to ponder exactly what this thing was, a few more emerged slowly from the fog, and then more, followed still by more. Her earlier moment of amusement gave way to focused irritation as she felt the increasingly thick presence of the dark side swirl about her.

    Kriffing hell...

    Snapping herself into gear with a flash of anger, she abruptly thrust forward with her right saber and ran the blade through the head of her one-armed foe. As it slid to the ground, Syren took a deep breath and set to work on the growing hoard that now encircled her.

    The first of them moved within range and leading with her right saber, she spun low to hack at the legs of the closest creature. Following through with a high strike of her left weapon, she decapitated another. Its head hadn’t even hit the pit floor when suddenly a pair of hands snatched at her shoulders and long hair, pulling her down. Dropping to her knees and arching her back with the forced motion, both weapons came up and over to follow the bend of her body. The sabers hit their mark as they speared upwards through her attacker’s chest. Its grip on her loosened and she yanked her blades free. Swiftly moving back to her feet as the corpse dropped, she took up a defensive stance and glanced around at the advancing bodies.

    What these undead things lacked in speed, they gained in sheer numbers alone.

    Seeing close movement out of the corner of her eye she turned to the side and cut down diagonally with a single blade, successfully disemboweling one of the creatures but leaving her other side exposed. Nails raked across her neck as one of the undead took advantage of this and attempted to grab at her. Syren shrieked in frustration.

    She spun about and kicked out once, sending it stumbling back. Seizing the moment to quickly reverse her grip on her right blade, she approached and stabbed down through the creature’s skull. As yet another body fell to the ground still more arms and hands were reaching and tearing through each other to get to her.

    She would not last in this position.

    Crouching as they surged en masse, threatening to consume her, she burst upwards with a Force Jump just as they converged on the space where she had been standing. Unable to see how many there actually were, she had simply intended to fling herself out and away from inevitably being overwhelmed and killed.

    And straight into a stone wall.

    Deactivating her blades and bringing her arms up to protect her face just in time to see it materialize out of the fog, she crashed fully into the hard surface and fell the short distance to the ground below. Syren landed roughly on her side, gritting her teeth against the pain that shot through her ribs.

    Her eyes glared at the mist in front of her while pushing herself upright once more. Steadying herself for another onslaught, her blades shot back to life as she peered into the cold darkness, attempting to detect movement.

    Good luck, indeed, she thought wryly.


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  22. Mikaboshi

    Mikaboshi Force Ghost star 6

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    The horde was slow to adapt, but the approach was as inevitable as the rising moon. Darth Syren knew this, even now she was steadying herself for the next wave. That next wave was just now coming out of the shadowy fog, she could see movement all around her again though it seemed less than before.

    How many times could she withstand such an assault?

    The dead did not care how many of them she cut down, all that desired was to feed upon her power.

    This time the horde stopped just inside the concealing shadows, Syren could see them only barely. Three emerged however. One directly before her, another to her right and yet another to her left.

    These were different than the blank faced zombies from before, these appeared smarter, capable of more.

    The one directly in front of her opened his mouth wide, his eyes milky white and unblinking as they stared at her, from his mouth erupted a scratchy howl but Darth Syren would feel it in her very soul. It sent a chill over her as part of her being was pulled away, the spawn before her was attempting to consume her essence.

    The other two simply stood, un-moving for now, and gazed eerily forward seemingly unaware of what was transpiring.

    Tag: QueenSabe7 Darth Arach
     
  23. QueenSabe7

    QueenSabe7 Chosen One star 6

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    Mar 23, 2001
    IC: Darth Syren

    Syren tensed as she saw them, their blurred outlines creeping towards her once more. She raised her weapons and made sure to keep her back to the wall, this time she would not allow herself to be surrounded.

    The approaching horde had stopped right at the edges of the swirling fog. Unsure what to make of this, she stood unmoving as well, her eyes darting about looking for the first sign of attack.

    Spotting movement in front of her, she prepared to strike out as a single creature emerged from the shadows. It was followed by two more that now flanked her. Something was… different about these three and it unsettled her more than the dim-witted mass behind them.

    Impatience getting the best of her, she could not simply stand there any longer. Syren knew her only chance of survival was to cut down as many of these creatures as she could and keep moving. They were slow and their numbers had to end eventually, right?

    Having been just about to leap forward towards her most direct opponent, she stopped in her tracks as it suddenly opened its mouth and let loose a terrible sound. This was no ordinary noise, it was something else entirely. It pierced through her in a physical way that drove straight to her core.

    Falling to her knees, it felt as if her heart was being wrenched from her chest by unseen hands. Her whole body began to go numb as an unnatural cold took hold.

    NO!

    Fixing her gaze on the howling demon in front of her, she focused on the pain she was currently experiencing and used it to pull in her anger and hatred for the creature that was causing it. Syren called on the Force. The dark side pooled inside of her causing the cold to recede only slightly, but just enough that she was able to struggle back to her feet.

    “Stop!” She yelled as she threw her hands out with a weakened Force Push. She just wanted to get the thing to stop with its life-draining scream long enough for her to destroy it.

    As the burst of energy made contact, the corpse snapped its mouth shut and fell back. Immediately it was as if a vice had been loosened on her heart and the internal chill vanished. Not hesitating, she sprang towards the fallen creature. Coming down with a knee that slammed into its chest, she slashed once across its throat with a blade before its horrid mouth could open a second time.

    “Who’s next?” She spat as her eyes still rested on the body beneath her. This was not said in arrogance, but in fierce determination. Whatever had just happened to her, she felt more exhausted than she knew she normally would be and that was mixed with the lingering discomfort from her ribs each time she took a deep breath. She would make it through this. There was no other option.

    Her head turned to glance over her shoulders to the undead that remained on either side and Syren wondered what new challenge would they bring down on her next.


    TAGS: Mikaboshi Darth Arach
     
  24. Mikaboshi

    Mikaboshi Force Ghost star 6

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    Jul 12, 2005
    “Who’s next?” Darth Syren demanded of the undead, the hordes answer was to resume their advance. Hands outstretched, reaching for her flesh. The nearby wall would prevent herself from being surrounded, but the horde could also press in upon her and through sheer weight and numbers crush her against the stone.

    The two remaining intelligent undead rose into the air and hovered above the heads of the mindless masses, the white orbs stared directly at the Sith. Without warning one of them reached his hand out and unleashed a powerful bolt of lightning, it was poorly aimed and tore into the front row of wights.

    The second of the hovering undead began to raise his hand, clearly intent on unleashing his own volley of lighting. Syren better hope his aim was as bad as his companions.

    Tag: QueenSabe7 Darth Arach
     
  25. WookieeRage

    WookieeRage Force Ghost star 5

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    Feb 3, 2016
    IC: Darth Ravenous

    The Wookiee, while playing Pazaak with another patron many levels above in the Cantina looks around in miffed bewilderment as the lights began flickering.....

    Tag: Nobody.
     
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