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Discussion in 'Role Playing Forum' started by Sinrebirth , Jun 16, 2019.

  1. greyjedi125

    greyjedi125 Chosen One star 5

    Registered:
    Apr 29, 2002
    IC: Jin Long
    Clock Tower Temple

    There was both Light and Sound as the crystal spoke its answer to the Protector Monk. A new harmonic tone joined with that of the soft wind, creating a new harmonic chord, while a beam of white light appeared, bright, yet soothing.

    In that moment, Jin Long knew the crystal and his Forcesaber, and they knew him. The bond was formed by their free will and of their mutual choosing. A peaceful joy encompassed the monk, a feeling made evident by the sustained white glow now present in his conductive tattoos.

    With gentle grace, the forcesaber settled in the palm of his outstretched hand, even as he opened his eyes at the moment of contact.

    A powerful charge in the force went through him then, suffusing him, offering him bits of revelation as he regarded the blade colors of his fellow Protectors. Purple, Red and Silver. The words of the Master also lent him understanding of things present and things to come.

    Light was the whole, comprised of many colors. Different wavelengths and different points of view were still part of the whole, and just as necessary. They each had a part to play, something to Protect. But Dark; it was the absence of color and the absence of light.

    Jin Long looked in wonder at the others and smiled faintly, as he shared, at least in part, in their feelings, even as they dwelt upon their own revelations, for Light revealed mysteries, while darkness concealed them, but even those came to light in due time. The Master himself hinted as much.

    The monk took a moment to bow his head and silently thank the village Abbot, as well as his brothers and his sisters, for setting him on the right path; the path of a Protector.



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  2. QueenSabe7

    QueenSabe7 RPF Awards Host star 6 VIP - Game Host

    Registered:
    Mar 23, 2001
    IC: Her
    Clock-Temple, Nouane

    She felt the energy build within her heart, her mind, her soul. Muscles clenched as a final surge raced through the very marrow in her bones, her fingers beginning to throb as they squeezed their tightest over her chosen forcesaber hilt. Voices – human and otherwise – echoed in her thoughts, none of them familiar. And in some dimly lit place of logic, she attributed them to the act she was currently instigating - the pairing of herself to her crystal.

    There she sensed it; an emotion emanating from the mystical stone, one of… sadness? No, uncertainty. Maybe she was projecting too much. But everything inside and around her abruptly quieted, noise snuffed out by her concentration and a singular focus on what she felt. It became more defined and understandable, sifting out the unreadable so that she could hone in on one thing, and one thing only.

    A single tear rolled down her cheek, prying free from her closed eyes, tracing a damp line to her jaw. It hung there, before finally dropping away…

    The hilt vibrated intensely, heating her fingers to the point of jerking her back to reality. Her eyes flew open and for the briefest moments all she saw was red. Her vision sharpened but a second or so later, revealing a crimson blade that stretched out before her, originating from the weapon held fast within her grasp.

    “Mine,” she whispered in awe, unsure as to what this particular hue signified but it was without a doubt hers.

    She did not look back to the Master’s holographic form as it wrapped up its lecture, nor to her Holo that still hovered lightly in place - its glow amplified curiously as it mingled with its matching color of her blade. Her lips parted as she had many, many thoughts on what had just been bestowed upon her, some of them encouraging, and some of them rather frightening.

    Red seemed rather ambiguous to her. Did it symbolize great strength?

    Or great fear?

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  3. Corellian_Outrider

    Corellian_Outrider Admin FF | Curator: Art&RPF | Oceania RSA | CR NSW star 6 Staff Member Administrator

    Registered:
    Mar 9, 2002
    Sheel Ix
    Location: Market place - in a strange city in southern Nouane (north of Pala Que)


    Sheel Ix nodded as she regarded the holocron. The description Vydra had given the Force... elements reminded her of tales from some of the elders from the different villages. Inner sight, second sight, hunter's vision. Whatever it was, there was some consistency between them and some of her own experiences. She didn't know how it works or why but she had found it… elemental. A part of her and also by instinct. Second nature.

    And this was the Force?

    She held up her hand, took a few deep breaths and bit her bottom lip. Her eyes flutter then closed.

    The sea of movement about her, a noisy distraction and the holocron presented itself as a bright beacon, shining from amongst it all. She gently stretched out, her hand lightly touched the surface.

    Smooth, ridges, tiny details… patterns. Cool at first, then warming. Tingling… energy… Something moved… turning… kinda reminded her of a key... unlocking some mechanism…

    Her eyes slowly blinked open, looking to the holocron. She thought she saw a faint glow emitting from inside… or maybe it was a trick of the light. Her gaze shifted to Vydra for verification.

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  4. Sinrebirth

    Sinrebirth Mod-Emperor of the EUC, Lit, RPF and SWC star 9 Staff Member Manager

    Registered:
    Nov 15, 2004
    IC: Sek'nos Rath
    Purple, Lesson Two

    The Sith teen turned the beautiful blade a few times.

    "There you go. Your colours. There were a few the same so it's kinda difficult to work out. Maybe a couple of whites? A couple of purples? I mean, purple is a shade of red so that doesn't really help me much but I have your names on a list so it's all fine. Either way - the colours reflect a part of your personality, so I am sure you can work it out yourself. Good and bad colours are all relative to yourself. We have a good, balanced spread, so I wouldn't worry too much. But know that the Dark will seek to be active in the New World, and you will have to attend to that. Protect, until it is time for the Third Lesson. It will become obvious what you must stop in time."

    Sek'nos grinned to himself, and then sought composure as he regarded the others and their colours.

    There was the white blade of Jin Long, and the silver blade of Atreus. He shared a nod with N'Tael and his purple blade, matching his. Then Sek'nos saw the red blade of the nameless woman, and frowned. There was something there that he recognised, and yet did not.

    With a shrug, the Holocron powered down, and they knew that the second lesson was over.

    Adopting his grin anew, Sek'nos allowed his greeting to wash into the Force. "Well this is exciting. Not quite as heroic a colour as I wanted, but..."

    A claw stroked his chin. "I heard that the Master Protectors had their own colours - Master Vydra had green, and Master Dunkeel," he said, gesturing to Jin Long. "He had a white blade too, and I heard he was among the most balanced of the Protectors." The others would have minimal knowledge of the Protector Masters that had preceded them, but suffice to say that they were no longer here. "Master Vale and Joren, they had a blue blade like us, I heard" Sek'nos said, gesturing to his fellow Protector apprentice.

    Sek'nos had lived in the City for the entirety of the preceding year, while the others had not - well, No Name had been in the Clock-Temple, which is in the City, but had not left it, according to her memory, so it hardly counted. But of course, Sek'nos didn't have absolute knowledge of the Protector Masters, nor the Master of those Masters, the black-robed man before them in the Holocrons. Thus his seeming error about the blade of Vale...

    "Isn't this cool?"

    TAG: @QueenSabe7, @greyjedi125, @TheAdmiral, @darthbernael

    Mentions for @Jerjerrod-Lennox, @HanSolo29, @Mitth_Fisto because why not
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    IC: The Master

    Elsewhere, some months ago

    In short order, Master Vydra nodded to Sheel Ix and went to go.

    "You have it, apprentice, the way is there." The historian had to go, and get back to the City. With a glance back, Vydra smiled dryly. "May the Force be with You, Sheel Ix."

    With that, Vydra vanished into the Force, leaving Sheel and the Holocron...

    Which activated.

    The red Holocron glowed, and a tiny projection appeared. It was translucent and blue, and clearly fabricated. It was an approximation of the Master, cloaked in black and his face not shown. His arms were tucked behind his back, and he wandered back and forth as if pacing.

    “Protector apprentice; greetings - I am the Master, as you well know. I bequeath this message to you as a promise of what is to come. I am an ill omen, I am afraid.” He lifted his arms into a shrug.

    “By the time you watch this, most of the disaster will have began. The Twilight War. All will be lost. Responsibility for starting over thereafter will be placed with you.” He pointed at the watcher; at Sheel. “Those that Master Vydra bequeathed the five Holocron's of Heresies. You may have heard rumours of a Holocron of Prophecy, which detailed what was is to occur. The Holocron of Heresies is the opposite; it is about what happens after the first wave of devastation. Sublime stuff, right?” He sounded sarcastic.

    “After, the great darkness of the Seven will emerge, and it will be your task to prepare the world for that fight. To create a refuge from the Twilight Wars. Once you have come to know your comrades, the Second of the Three Lessons contained in this Holocron will direct you how to create the new world.”

    A shrug. “I fully expect you to stay out of the way for now; what happens between the Protector Masters to stop the War will be beyond you - stay safe; stay alert.”

    “Before the Old Ones return. There are other entries in this Holocron; entries about the past. About the Cosmic Wars of Protector Legend, which some of you may know. Of the great battles between the Celestials and their children the Architects, and the Old Ones that they spawned. This is what we face the return of; that is what we must we must prepare for the defeat of.”

    He bowed. “I thank you for your attention and your service. May the Force be with you, my friend.”

    TAG: @Corellian_Outrider
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    IC: Darth Caedus

    Target found, Nouane City

    "There it is," Caedus said, eyes alighting upon the projection in the City northern district.

    The Clock-Tower.

    That was where he was supposed to go, and go he would.

    Once he was through the marketplace.

    The Force was rustling already, and Caedus had no desire to be telegraph his arrival. Keeping himself cloaked in the Force, he donned his hood, drawing it upward. He sidestepped a stall, and then a horse-drawn cart. Drawing a deep breath, he focused on keeping his temper under control for now. Ducking through the crowd, he brushed against passerby's, his focus resolutely upon where he was going.

    As soon as he killed them all, it would be fine. Their terrible lineage had to be stopped here and now.

    Somebody was watching him, though.

    TAG: No-One
     
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  5. TheAdmiral

    TheAdmiral Jedi Grand Master star 4

    Registered:
    Mar 28, 2004
    IC: Lagertha Atreus
    The Clocktower Temple, Nouane


    The silver color of her blade did not surprise her much. She had dreamed of it in the past. In those dreams she was holding a burning sword, but the flames were made of silver. The village shaman and the elders did not know how to interpret it. After all there were limits to what they could see or understand. The Force had guided her to this moment and it had concealed the meaning from them.

    Lagertha was aware that this was only the first step on her journey. Technically the third one, given that she had met that Vydra character and came to this Temple. Either way, she was in the beginning. Her life before that was… to use one of the fancy words the city folks liked… a prologue. See! She is not the uncultured barbarians those pampered people thought of her! She restrained a grin.

    She was getting aware that she was feeling unlike herself, or to be precise unlike her current self. She had not felt so giddy since childhood. Outwardly she tried to keep a calm and composed appearance. The problem was that she was surrounded by Force users and they could read emotions. Lagertha hoped that there was a skill to hide them. Something to think about and explore.

    She looked around and saw a couple of purple blades, a white one and a … red one? She felt unease coming from that one. Maybe it was from the confused woman? She took note that she should keep an eye on that one. The Master mentioned that there were good and bad colors, which was kind of strange, hopefully he will reveal more in due time. How could a color be good or bad? Yes, people attached meanings to these things, maybe it was a symbolic thing?

    Another mental note, more things to research. If only her tutor, Torvi, could see her now, thinking of doing research. Hopefully there would be more books than the “sacred texts” (OOC: :p) she had her study. The red-skinned alien started speaking, what he said… or the manner he said it almost made her roll her eyes. Another over-eager hothead. Great…

    Despite herself she listened and smiled thinly at the mention of Vydra. Green suited him. Hopefully they would meet again… He would be able to help her with her research and filling the gaps in her knowledge. The last question took her out of her thoughts.

    “Cool!?” she tried to keep her annoyance out of her voice “We as Protectors must not care for such trivialities.”

    TAG: @Sinrebirth @QueenSabe7 @darthbernael @greyjedi125
     
  6. darthbernael

    darthbernael Jedi Master star 4

    Registered:
    Apr 15, 2019
    IC N’Tael
    Interesting conversation

    ‘Hmmm the Protector Masssterss, they each had different bladesss asss well?’ N’Tael thought. ‘Makesss sssenssse though.’ the thought continued as he listened further to Sek’nos. The Sith seemed quite talkative and his final words confirmed that.

    "Isn't this cool?"

    A slight snort blew out from his snout before a small grin began to crease his reptilian features. Only one of the other’s, so far, had recovered from their reverie at the revelation of their blades colors and she could not be any more different in outlook from Sek’nos, if she tried. Especially given her retort to the Sith.

    “Cool!? We as Protectors must not care for such trivialities.”

    Another lesser snort blew out from the slits in N’Tael’s snout then. He’d only recently come to the city, his kind were still very reticent to appear around any of the other species that lived upon this world. They knew, intimately through their racial memories, the history of this world and the history that stretched back over the eons. His own experiences added depth and color to those memories and filled in some of the blanks that existed. The information the Holocron had shared likewise expanded his knowledge base, even if it was more concerned with the future than the past.

    Realizing he’d not interjected but had been silently contemplating their words his head swung first toward the warrior woman and then toward Sek’nos, his now purple eyes catching theirs as he began to speak.

    “Yessss, warrior woman, cool. He hasss hisss own outlook assss a Protector. We mussstn’t think we mussst be one being in our waysss. If we were, then all our bladesss would be one color.”

    As his eyes turned toward Sek’nos he continued. “And ssshe’sss right too, Sek’nos. We have a ssserioussss tasssk before ussss. I’m guesssing she believessss that meansss one, unified, homogonoussss forcccce to fulfill our misssssion. Which, to a degree, might be needed. But we are each our own beingssss. Ssssso don’t lossse your enthusssiasssm.”

    He turned toward the others, wondering what they might think of what was already being discussed, what their outlooks might be on what a Protector meant or entailed. The irony, he knew, was that aside from meeting Master Vydra none of them had any true clue, yet, as to what they must do as the next generation of Protectors.

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  7. QueenSabe7

    QueenSabe7 RPF Awards Host star 6 VIP - Game Host

    Registered:
    Mar 23, 2001
    IC: Her
    Clock-Temple, Nouane

    "Well this is exciting. Not quite as heroic a colour as I wanted, but..."

    She looked up, startled at the red-skinned man’s words, just in time to catch her Holo from the air as it shut down and was posed to drop to the floor. Her crimson blade hummed loudly as it whooshed down to her side at the same moment, an involuntary reaction that jarred her even further. A defensive maneuver, but what was she protecting herself from?

    She deactivated it quickly, nervously shoving the hilt into her jacket pocket.

    "Isn't this cool?"

    Her head shook quickly side to side in dissent, her dull-hued locks beginning to come undone from the haphazard bun at the nape of her neck. She dare not speak, for how suddenly sick she felt, the floor rippling like water beneath her feet. One of the others, the woman with a blade of silver, did express her dismay at the other’s choice of words but she was calm. Too calm.

    And here she was, unable to subdue the rising panic she felt clenching at her heart.

    Cool, she thought, now fully pulled inward on her own thoughts so far that she didn’t hear the hissing creature’s response that followed. Terrifying, she corrected. Her world had been so confined and small up until this moment, dreams and tales from her holocron suddenly becoming reality. Her stone walls had kept her safe, even if she felt trapped at times they had kept her safe. And now she had climbed up from the depths to discover… all this?

    There was so much she just didn’t know.

    And now there was a mission, a purpose she couldn’t grapple with, and a blood saber - that was what she would call it now, because she decided right then that she didn’t approve of the color she had conjured from the crystal.

    Crumpling down into the nearest chair, she wiped a sheen of sweat that had appeared on her cheeks, suddenly feeling very hot.

    Breathe, she instructed herself. Just breathe…

    TAGS: @darthbernael @greyjedi125 @TheAdmiral @Sinrebirth
     
  8. Corellian_Outrider

    Corellian_Outrider Admin FF | Curator: Art&RPF | Oceania RSA | CR NSW star 6 Staff Member Administrator

    Registered:
    Mar 9, 2002
    Sheel Ix
    Location: Market place - in a strange city in southern Nouane (north of Pala Que)


    Vydra had reassured that she was doing it correctly, that she was capable of accessing the holocron. She returned the smile as he moved away and returned her eyes to the holocron.

    What a curious thing...

    She looked back up to Vydra but he was already gone. One moment he was there and now... his presence seemed to have-

    A glow erupted from the holocron, it produced an image which startled her.

    "Ute mei-aui!" Sheel Ix hissed and caught herself from dropping the holocron.

    She glanced about though no one took much notice of her. She stepped away from the street and around a column of the colonnade. Boxes of supplies were haphazardly stacked as a make shift supply room for the market vendors, it gave some privacy as she studied the holocron and the glow that came from it.

    She wasn't familiar with such apparitions, only observed from a distance. They usually belonged to those so called archeologists and treasure hunters when they come to her territory looking for some lost things. 'The Lost Kingdom'… 'The Lost City'… 'The Lost Treasure'... Lost is how they usually end up.

    The figure in the glow paced back and forth, the attire was a representation of the 'Master' but was it really him? The Master spoke. The voice was unmistakable his as he greeted her and proclaimed himself an ill omen as he shrugged. Her eyes narrowed a fraction as the 'spectral' representation went into further detail.

    The War of Twilight. Holocrons of Heresies... Holocron of Prophecy. Darkness of Seven. Names. She did not know the meaning behind it all, only that there were some significance.

    Comrades...? The others Vydra had mentioned? Were they like her? Who were these 'Old Ones'? The chance to learn further of what came before and what it was all about is welcoming. Maybe buried in these archives are clues to how she came to be.

    The miniature figure of the Master bowed. "I thank you for your attention and your service. May the Force be with you, my friend.”

    "May the Force be with you, my friend." She repeated his words. Many things to ponder until further instructions. "I will keep it safe." She avowed and placed the holocron in the cloth sling and felt it slide and nestle against her abdomen.

    "What are you doing here?!" A hand fell on her shoulder and pulled out into the sunlight.

    TAG: @Sinrebirth
     
  9. Sinrebirth

    Sinrebirth Mod-Emperor of the EUC, Lit, RPF and SWC star 9 Staff Member Manager

    Registered:
    Nov 15, 2004
    IC: Darth Caedus
    The Clock-Tower entrance

    He arrived with not much more than the bump with the said passerby to account.

    Of course, a black garbed individual with a cape was something to notice, notwithstanding his pallid skin and golden-yellow eyes. The aura of do not mess with me was useful, and Darth Caedus had long found the threat of violence to be more useful than the actual violence itself.

    To rule by fear was to rule with a soft hand that was omnipresent but never cruel or callous. It was merely exacting in who it touched.

    He could sense them now.

    Five Force users, each different in their spectrum, but undoubtedly not Sith. He may as well go on as he intended. Reaching up with his hands, he drew deep on the Force and gave the Clock-Temple a shake, announcing his arrival as only the Dark Lord could. The structure was intact, resisting him, and Caedus grinned, flicking his fingers to rip at the clock-face itself, pulling it free and sending it crashing to the ground.

    Had Protector Master Dunkeel been here, he would have lamented the destruction of the clock he had laboured so on.

    "Protectors!" Caedus shouted out as people fled. "I come with your Destruction."

    "I am Darth Caedus, the Dark Lord of the Sith." He held out his hands, lighting crackling up his arms. "Come out, or I shall start the killings."

    TAG: @TheAdmiral, @greyjedi125, @darthbernael, @QueenSabe7

    @Mitth_Fisto, mentioned only
    ---
    IC: The Narrator

    The southern regions, weeks later, months upon months ago, around the time of Master's disappearance

    There wasn't much else that occurred in the time after his meeting with Vydra, until, of course, something did.

    The Force rippled with a moment of violence.

    Since accessing the Holocron, it had chimed in with varying snippets about being open to the Force, to channeling the flow, and generally low-level non-aligned usage of the Force. Nothing as fancy as healing, or using the Force aggressively, just how to be a Force user, and to maintain your strength. Sheel Ix had a life, and the conversations she'd had with the Master and Vydra became less relevant than not, it could be said.

    But now.

    Something had happened.

    Something terrible.

    The Force told her that; but it was north of where she was, leading towards the City, and not close. Just... close enough to be sensed, but far enough way from the City that it would not be, seemingly.

    TAG: @Corellian_Outrider
    ---
    IC: Ben Solo

    Tumbling

    He was down, on the rocky floor, gasping in pain.

    Then, with a malicious sneer, he was lifted, and he flew, words battering his mind, soon joined with the battering of the rocks he slammed into and off as he fell.

    And then -

    He hit the floor.

    The grass...?

    Gasping, he looked up, sweating, pained, bruised -

    "Where am I?"

    Rey!

    He looked pulled himself to the edge of the grass, and looked down at the city before him. A circular design that swelled to the south, a valley on either side and the hills to the north, it reminded him of somewhere he had dreamed about, and for a moment of disquiet Ben Solo knew how Rey had felt when she visited the island where Luke had hid; she had dreamed about that place, too.

    A clock-tower was the central edifice of the City, and Ben's eye was drawn to it.

    As he did, the Force shook with violence, and the clock-face exploded outwards, and Ben's eyes widened.

    [​IMG]

    What was going on?

    TAG: No-body
     
  10. greyjedi125

    greyjedi125 Chosen One star 5

    Registered:
    Apr 29, 2002
    IC: Jin Long
    Clock Tower Temple

    For the moment, Jin Long chose to keep his peace, as he basked in the feelings his fellow Protectors radiated forth in the Force. Indeed, he would get to know them by their words and later by their deeds, now they had been gathered together. But for now, he wanted to ‘feel’ what they felt, to crystalize this moment within his mind.

    Though they were all individuals, with their own distinctiveness, as evidenced by the various colors of their shining blades, they were still well in balance, in harmony, and part of the greater whole.

    At least that’s how this moment felt to him.

    The Master had bestowed upon them a great charge. It was only natural that they still had questions, despite the lessons - still, as Protectors, he could sense that they were unified in purpose.

    Hearing the growing banter and exchange between the others brought a faint smile to his face. The blue reptilian, he spoke wisely. Jin Long nodded in silent agreement at his words as he extinguished his blade, then rose from his lotus position.

    The monk took two steps towards the few who were gathered, but before he could take a third, he felt a palpable shift in the Force.

    Darkness?

    Not only did it cause him to pause, but also to frown reflexively; he felt himself go on ‘alert’ and ‘on guard’.

    “What….?”

    Suddenly and without warning, the clock-tower shook.

    “A quake?”

    No. Not a quake.

    The Clock came crashing violently to the ground. A voice was heard shouting in that same moment.

    “Protectors! I come with your Destruction.”

    A district looking man in black robes revealed himself, hands out, lightning crackling about his arms.

    “I am Darth Caedus, The Dark Lord of the Sith.” he declared ominously.

    “Come out, or I shall start the killings.

    It would seem the troubles the Master had spoken about had come to find them much sooner than expected.

    Jin Long’s conductive tattoos glowed yellow as did his aura. Without hesitation did the monk move, graceful and with incredible swiftness, even as he came to stand before their uninvited guest.

    “HOLD!” He announced.

    “We are here, there is no need for bloodshed, Dark Lord.”

    “Peace be with you.” he stated with utmost sincerity, hoping to disallow the onset of needless violence.

    “I am called Jin Long. How can we assist you?”

    The monk was uncertain as to how the other Protectors would react to this man and his aggressive posture, but if he could be an example to them, perhaps more could e revealed before coming to a conclusion.

    At least that was his hope.



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    Last edited: Jan 26, 2020
  11. TheAdmiral

    TheAdmiral Jedi Grand Master star 4

    Registered:
    Mar 28, 2004
    IC: Lagertha Atreus
    The Clocktower Temple, Nouane


    Lagertha bit back a retort towards the lizard man. Begrudgingly she admitted to herself that he had a point, but was proud enough and stubborn enough not to admit it. Though she still kept the belief that their role as Protectors was not to be taken lightly. It was not about having fun, they had to beat the encroaching darkness.

    Then something happened, the building shook. She almost jumped when the the clock was knocked down, crashing on the floor. She could see the tiles cracking. That was exactly why she was there. They were to defend all that is good and beautiful. The dark brought only ruin and destruction.

    They were approached by a dark figure. It… he reminded her of a twisted version of the Master. This self-proclaimed Lord of the Sith surely loved theatrics. But before she could do anything the bald tattooed man stepped in front of them, facing this Darth Caedus. What was he doing!?

    Lagertha drew her shield in front of her. She reached for her sword, but decided against it. Lagertha activated her lightsaber instead. It felt weird as she was used to the weight of the metal sword. The shield felt redundant but she was used to it. She would use it for both defense and offense. Lagertha would slam her opponents with it and then cut them down with the sword. The problem now was the weight difference as the hilt of the lightsaber was much lighter than her older weapon and the shield weighted a lot. Hopefully she would manage to deal with the enemy.

    She circled behind the bald man looking for an opportunity to strike at the enemy…

    TAG: @Sinrebirth @darthbernael @QueenSabe7
     
  12. darthbernael

    darthbernael Jedi Master star 4

    Registered:
    Apr 15, 2019
    IC N’Tael
    Destruction of the Clock Tower


    Barely had the words gotten out of his mouth before N’Tael felt the energies around the Clock Tower shift. Before there had been a sense of Light, that that side of the Force was in preeminence, but now the Dark was intruding, was taking a higher place in the air.

    Mere seconds after the shift in energies, the ground began to shake, energies rent the air, and a cracking sound began to fill it. Glancing up, N’Tael saw the clock itself being pulled free from the tower, falling, in pieces, to the ground. As the pieces bounced from their collision with the ground N’Tael sensed the presence that had caused such a disruption behind him, closing on this second class of Protectors.

    Protectors! I come with your Destruction.”

    “I am Darth Caedus, The Dark Lord of the Sith.”

    “Come out, or I shall start the killings.”

    The stripes up and down his body flared into a deeper blue as he turned. The monk was already in motion, as was the warrior woman. N’Tael kept his hood up for now, refraining from speaking but tasting the air with his tongue. The Darkness that surrounded the figure that the monk was now speaking to had a familiar taste. The long line of ancients in his memories began shrieking about the Old Ones.

    However other facets of his consciousness nodded, as though something here was necessary, even if it hadn’t been foreseen or shown to him before. He stepped to one side, staying out of the line of direct fire, between the monk and the cloaked man. His eyes flicked to the side and saw the warrior woman circling. As she reached a point on the opposite side of the newcomer, N’Tael reached a point that, should the other two join the three of them, the entire group would be at equidistant points in an invisible circle around the man.

    The sleeves on his cloak allowed him to keep his three fingered hands hidden, the saber cradled in one, unlit. The monk was taking the lead so N’Tael decided it was best that that one seak and see if the situation was resolved through one point of confluence with the intruder. He watched the crackles of lightning play between the intruder’s fingers and knew this being was one of power and….he tasted the air again…..not of this time. ‘Interesssssting’ he thought, ‘How isssss thisss going to affect everything the Protectorsss were ssset up to do?’

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  13. QueenSabe7

    QueenSabe7 RPF Awards Host star 6 VIP - Game Host

    Registered:
    Mar 23, 2001
    IC: Her
    Clock-Temple, Nouane

    Holo buzzed in her tight embrace, a soft but prominent alert that brought the girl-with-no-name back from the brink of panic. Her breath caught in her throat as the airway was nearly cut off by surprise, the floor and walls and ceiling shaking far worse than any minor earthquake would create. That and besides, she could feel the shimmering in the very air around her that the Force itself was quaking, a malevolent darkness spreading out and reaching its icy cold tentacles right for her heart that was hammering away in her chest.

    She sprung up from her chair a mere second before a thunderous roar began from far above, echoing down louder and louder through the tower until it culminated with a crash someplace outside that shook the ground at her feet once more.

    “What is happening?” she shouted to no one in particular, her eyes staring upward, wide as saucers. Then, they snapped shut as she was drawn inward by…. something. Someone.

    "Protectors! I come with your Destruction."

    The voice that called for them radiated within the Force, much in the way she had sensed it moments ago – black with hate, a wound in the energies she had always associated with warmth and brightness. It wasn’t natural.

    "I am Darth Caedus, the Dark Lord of the Sith. Come out, or I shall start the killings."

    Dark Lord of the Sith,” she whispered back to herself, eyes still sealed off to the world so that only her thoughts and feelings were of use. The hysteria of beings outside their doors was palpable. It was not difficult to be hammered by the growing waves of distress and fear this ‘Caedus’ was supposedly creating but even then she found herself wondering instinctively…

    Why is this my problem?

    “Selfish!” she barked suddenly with a gasp, her eyes now reopening as a hand came up to cover her mouth that was hanging open in shock. Though, it didn’t seem like any of the Protectors heard her. One of them already rushed headfirst to confront the Sith Lord while the woman and strange reptilian creature followed suit. They left her all alone momentarily, cradling her glowing holocron like a child might hold a babydoll for comfort.

    She couldn’t move.

    It was terror and confusion, gluing the soles of her feet to the floorboards. The warped sensation of the turmoil and darkness was turning her into a coward, she could tell. Allowing whatever Caedus was sewing into the Force to affect her, weaken her, harm her. It was truly something to behold, power of this magnitude. She had never experienced anything like it – I think – and it was disorienting to her heightened emotions.

    But… the others… they had taken action without a second thought. They had bravely confronted this supposed threat. Like the Protectors she had learned about.

    Was she like them? Was she brave?

    A little shift in her confidence and her body relaxed just enough to allow for one step, and then another, towards the main doors the others had fled through. She walked up to it and peered cautiously out over the threshold to see the confrontation a short ways down the walkway, then swallowing roughly, she finally moved out into the world, though she did stop there. Just outside.

    It was then she realized two things; the first being the forcesaber hilt she had in her other hand, her fingers wrapped tightly around its silver cylinder… as if she might actually use it.

    The second being something else in the chaotic currents surrounding her, something altogether different than the Sith just down the path, purple tendrils of lightning dancing menacingly in the palms of his hands. Despite the severity of the situation unfolding right here at the Clock-Temple, and despite the fact that she couldn’t recall ever being outside of this structure once in the entirety of her existence, her dull and colorless eyes drifted to a spot far way upon a hillside that overlooked her location. So far, in fact, that nothing beyond the green of the grass that covered it was distinguishable, but to her mind, she was looking at whatever it was that had called her attention.

    She was looking directly at it.

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  14. Corellian_Outrider

    Corellian_Outrider Admin FF | Curator: Art&RPF | Oceania RSA | CR NSW star 6 Staff Member Administrator

    Registered:
    Mar 9, 2002
    Sheel Ix
    Location: Delta - north of Pala Que - Southern Nouane


    The rain had eased up, for now. The sky was still shrouded with dark clouds, threatening to release more rain. Sheel Ix looked away from the sky and adjusted the hood of her cloak to cover her face. The sound of hooves clomped upon the worn wooden wharf as Sheel Ix lead her mount to the activity at the far end.

    The ship, itself, was larger than the boats she had seen before in the area. To guess the length would be roughly thirty metres. It has a mast and sails, two banks of oars... Sheel Ix presumed was to propel it through the water when the wind would not. The crew were tending to both the ship and packing up cargo crates.

    "Misthios!" A coarse voice called out to her as she approached the ship. "Back for more, eh?"

    Her lips parted as she looked up to the aft section and saw a solid built man. Greying black hair. Skin cracked and weathered from the elements. Harsh tone but hint amusement to it too. The figure reminded her of her mentor, the one whom raised her so long ago.

    "Back with more, Andreas." Sheel Ix corrected and pointed to the cart her mount was pulling. It was laden with pelts and food.

    "You have a knack for finding us. Or maybe it is us who keeps finding you." Andreas let out a good natured chuckle. "Climb aboard, what can we do in return for such a generous gift?"

    Sheel Ix leapt up the gangway and made her way to the quarterdeck. Andreas outstretched his hand and she clasped his forearm with her hand as he did to hers and shook in greeting.

    "Your grip has gotten stronger." He remarked.

    Sheel Ix smirked. She bit back saying that it was the same, that he might have gotten softer since the last time.

    "Your ship is quite far from the coast." Sheel Ix remarked.

    "When its monsoon season, the banks swell-"

    "And floods." Sheel Ix grimaced.

    Andreas nodded. "It allows the Tartessos to go further inland to a market, ah, people in need."

    "Suppose there is profit to be made in providing aid to the afflicted communities." Sheel Ix observed. She heard her mount whinny and she glanced over the railing to some of the rag tag crew prodding the goods in her cart. She looked back to Andreas who then grinned and shrugged as though there was nothing wrong with that.

    "To what do I owe the pleasure of your presence, Misthios? Surely you didn't come here just to ask how my day was?"

    "I need to look at your charts. Possibly hire your services."

    "You? Hire me?" Andreas gave a hearty laugh. "If you're going my way then I'm sure we can be accomodating. Come with me."

    He lead her to a chest and started pulling out some strange tools and tattered scrolls. Finally he unfurled one of them and placed a golden disc to weigh down the opposite side.

    "We are here." Andreas pointed to the delta.

    Sheel Ix eyes travelled from that point to the coast and across to that settlement where she had met Vydra and was presented the holocrons... and her first encounter with Andreas.

    Her gaze shifted further south, her finger trailed the course of the river from the delta to the deep jungles. What was not listed were the locations of several tribes she knew to dwell around the main point of interest there, Pala Que. Her 'home' was around there. She frowned as she looked to the far east. Wide stretches of 'unexplored jungle'.

    "No body really goes there." Andreas said softly. "I heard that some think there might be untapped resources... some survey teams have gone in but I haven't heard anything official yet." He leaned closer as her expression shifted. "What is it?"

    She reached into her sling and pulled out a her notes. She unfolded and compared her sketches to his chart. It pulled back some of the natural veil of the canopy and filled in some of the central gaps to the map.

    "Where did you get that?"
    He asked. "What are those points here?"

    "Ah... some call them Tzonot...? these four and those two are connected under the water-"

    "Cenotes? Carsus? You've mapped those places?"

    "That's not important," she hushed. "What is... is that something in that area over here is causing harm to the region. "

    "We don't know what's there."

    "I don't either. I haven't been able to venture properly... I just... can't seem to track it. Only traces of it and it is spreading."

    "What type of harm?"

    "A shadow... a sickness... a madness." she shook her head, she didn't know how to describe it. "Twisted forms. But there's something else at work…" Sheel Ix straighten up, her eyes half close as she took a breath. There was something else, a pressure... similar to the 'beacon' that had called to her those weeks ago but this was different. She turned her head to face where it felt the strongest and then pointed. "Which direction is that from here?"

    "North..." Andreas took the disc from the chart and flipped open the lid, the dial turned as he turned. "north-west."

    Sheel Ix looked back to the chart, her finger trailed from the delta in the direct he said. "There's something happening over here…"

    "Nouane City?"

    Sheel Ix frowned. She had heard that name before... was it from Vydra? Or someone else? "I don't know…" her finger circles around the area close to the city there. "I need to be closer to tell. It feels significant... but I don't know if it is connected."

    "These feelings..." Andreas spoke cautiously. "... are hunches... intuitions?"

    "It's more something than nothing." She answered cautiously.

    Andreas nodded, studying her face. "We were planning on heading to Nouane in a few days time. With the goods you graciously gifted to us as payment, we can get you there sooner."

    "Why would you alter your schedule for me?" She looked to the older man. Her arm press lightly against the sling and felt assured by the the presence of the holocron shift against her.

    He glanced to her sketches and then smiled as he looked to her. "You intrigue me, Misthios. Maybe we strike fortune, maybe not. Life is full of chances and I'm curious to see what you might unearth."

    Two hours later, the Tartessos pulled away from the wharf. Sheel Ix stood on the quarterdeck with Andreas as commands were shouted to guide the ship a safe path through the flooded network of reeds and hidden sandbars. She only half listened as the man explained how the course changed every time they come here.

    Everything has changed. Sheel Ix reflected as she folded her arms and leaned on the railing, watching as the landscape slipped past as the Tartessos made its journey to open water.

    The weeks since that fateful day had turned her world around and upside down, for better or worse.

    There was more to the world outside the cluster of villages and ancient remains in the deep jungles of Pala Que. The shadow encroaching deeper into the jungle, getting closer to the settlements. The trees becoming more twisted, plants withered, some of the wildlife more feral, behaving outside of their norm. It was festering in some places. Cases of madness from some of the villagers yet she could not work out what could it be from, nor the source of it. There were still many places left to search but that would take time and supplies she did not have yet.

    The holocron that was given to her, it taught her how to become more attuned to her surroundings and also with herself. The moment she received it, she had almost lost it, if not for Andreas intervening with the merchant who had accused her of being a thief. To settle it, she had to do a job for them.

    He called her a misthios, a mercenary. That didn't bother her so much. She had been earning some currency that way and been able to bypass Ymir's dishonest practices in order to get some of what she needed.

    Flashes of lightning in the far distance brightened the sky. A flock of birds flew past, cawing loudly.

    "It'll be rough at sea." Andreas said from behind her.

    She looked over her shoulder to him.
    "I'm sure you've braved worse."

    "Aye." He chuckled and patted her shoulder. "We'll get there Misthios. Don't you worry."

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  15. Sinrebirth

    Sinrebirth Mod-Emperor of the EUC, Lit, RPF and SWC star 9 Staff Member Manager

    Registered:
    Nov 15, 2004
    IC: Darth Caedus
    Clock Tower without a Clock

    The Sith Lord glowered at the tattooed man, at the ensemble that came with him. The nonhuman seemed to be intrigued, while one of the women had a suitably angular thought process; ambushes and the like, was what Atreus thought of. The other woman - the one he could not pick a name from the mind of - wasn't even looking at him, though a hilt was evident; Caedus could tell.

    He lifted a hand.

    "I am here to destroy this City, to undo what has been done before it is done."

    With a lazy gesture, he emphasised his point, throttling Jin Long with the Force for the mere affront of talking at him.

    Caedus turned his hand to fire a bolt of lightning at N'Tael, and reached for his lightsaber in the meantime. A frown rippled across his expression and he looked down, dumbly, at where his lightsaber should have been -

    Leaving himself exposed to a counter, Caedus realised that the clocked individual who had bumped into him in the market had stolen his weapon!

    Across the City, sensing the violence, the gasping Ben Solo reached out, trying to connect with the moment, to see what he could do.

    His eyes met No Names from across the City, and his thoughts projected across to her, though he tried to keep from her his pain and injury, severe as they were -

    What can I do?

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    IC: Misthios

    Nouane City, some time ago

    The ship made its way to the City in its slow fashion, the river winding around the edge of the valley basin and coming to a quiet part of the bustle soon enough. The Force warning still rippled, calling, concerned, along the narrow wavelength that Sheel had access to.

    The City walls were before him, and human sentinels stood among them, watching for new arrivals. A particularly militant looking man stepped over, blue eyes piercing. "I am Captain Erwen. To what does Nouane City owe the pleasure?"

    His eyes were already wandering across the ship, analysing, not with prejudices or expectation, but with honest evaluation. The Force told Sheel as much. Many others in the docks were all concern and annoyance at a Togruta being present in their City.

    Erwen was not that at all.

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  16. greyjedi125

    greyjedi125 Chosen One star 5

    Registered:
    Apr 29, 2002
    IC: Jin Long
    Clock Tower Temple

    "I am here to destroy this City, to undo what has been done before it is done."

    Darth Caedus, The Dark Lord of the Sith spoke strangely.

    ‘Undo what has been done before it is done??’ What did that even mean?

    But before another thought or action could be processed, Jin Long found himself being throttled with the Force.

    In an instant, he felt the Dark Lord’s power assault him as his throat began to close. He was being choked, strangled. He felt darkness, arrogance, anger, malevolence. Still, Jin Long remained calm and centered. He’d learned not to panic in such situations since before he was a pre-teen back at the monastery.

    The tattooed monk closed his eyes and let the aggression flow through him. He did not meet it with his own aggression, but guided the force of it, redirected the current. He could feel the strength this Darth Caedus possessed, a strength on a level he had never faced before, but Jin Long had faced foes stronger than himself before and prevailed.

    The choking sensation slacked to a point where he could breathe with a halting effort, instead of not at all, but he had yet to be free of the strangling attempt itself.

    Jin Long’s tattoos brightened as he redoubled his efforts to free himself. All the while, he bore witness as the Sith Lord shot lightning from his fingertips at the blue one, the Kwa, N’tael.

    ‘No!’

    Jin Long knew the others were far from defenseless, but this man had caught them by surprise. He'd not expected this level of aggression, or this level of power so soon after their induction as Protectors.

    And then, the Dark Lord became distracted for some reason he could not readily glean. Jin Long did not hesitate to act as soon as he felt the grip on his throat slacken. With a mental pulse of the force, he defused the invisible grip around his neck, in that same instant, he gestured with an open palm to force push the Dark Lord away and against the closest wall.

    Absently, Jin Long massaged his neck with his free hand, while his right hand still held his unlit weapon. He tried to speak a warning to the others, but only managed a hoarse sound. The monk needed a moment to recover, but was afraid that the others would respond to the attack with violence and events would spiral beyond their control. He took notice that the Warrior Woman seemed strong and capable in equal measures- but he was not yet certain if 'force' was the real answer required in their present situation.


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  17. darthbernael

    darthbernael Jedi Master star 4

    Registered:
    Apr 15, 2019
    IC N’Tael
    ‘Undo what has been done before it is done?’

    N’Tael had barely reached his position in the triangle of apprentice Protectors around this Dark Force user before he reacted, before he spoke.

    "I am here to destroy this City, to undo what has been done before it is done."


    N’Tael’s head tilted to the side, his senses reaching out, tasting this ‘Dark Lord’. Hmmmm, he doessss not taste of this time, isssss it' he reached to the racial memories to find the thoughts, the words to describe what he tasted, 'Flow Walking or issss he truly here, traveled through time.’

    His thoughts were interrupted as he saw the monk rising into the air, seemingly choking. His eyes narrowed, his stripes and stippling began to flare purple as his serpentine tongue tasted the air, Power was humming in the air. And then the man’s hand rose, lightning flared toward him.

    His body reacted as his mind raced. The three clawed hand rose, the saber lighting as if on it’s own accord, the bright purple light flaring in the air. He did not know if he could defend against the lighting but as it arced toward him the saber seemed to absorb a large fraction of it. The power of it still drove him back a half dozen paces, his robes scorching, before he leapt, speeding to one side, rearranging the triangle of the apprentice Protectors, until he was once again opposite the warrior woman, and away from the lightning.

    And then the lightning began to die down, the monk began to breathe again in harsh, pained breaths. ‘What issss it that hassss drawn hissss attention?’ N’Tael reached out, and all he felt then was the confusion of the man at No Names broken, chaotic mind.

    A grin split his snout, revealing the sharply pointed teeth. His mind leapt over to No Name, his natural power boosting her ability to sense what the Dark Lord wished hidden and, at the same time, boosting the power of the chaos that rocked her mind, causing it to be sensed in every corner of the clock plaza. The more distraction he could bring the more time they had to figure out how to keep this powerful being from completing what he desired.

    He looked over to the monk but the man seemed to still be recovering from the attack and the warrior woman seemed to be focusing on her own strategy. He stepped forward, one clawed hand pulling the hood back on his robe, revealing his sauroid head. “Dark Lord, why do you believe dessstroying this placcce, our home, will ssstop anything, fix whatever it isss you ssseem to think will happen?”

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  18. QueenSabe7

    QueenSabe7 RPF Awards Host star 6 VIP - Game Host

    Registered:
    Mar 23, 2001
    IC: Her
    Clock-Temple, Nouane

    Staring with such intensity, thrusting her mind outward in a way she didn’t even know she was capable of, she met the unfamiliar signature in the Force with an almost inappropriately intimate welcome. Instead of retreating, her thoughts grasped and enveloped the stranger as they searched within her, albeit with practiced caution that she did not possess. The presence was guarded, but clear.

    What can I do?

    The woman gasped, releasing a clawed hand from the door frame she had unknowingly been clinging to. Through her mind’s eye, like a magnifying glass or a telescope, even, she zoomed in figuratively and formed an incredibly vague picture of whom she had just met in feeling - A man, strong and fierce in the Force but oddly misplaced… like trying to fit a square peg into a round hole. It was too much for her to truly understand but she didn’t dwell on it. He had just spoken to her through their haphazard connection…

    Could she respond?

    I… um… she stammered mentally, eyes twitching back and forth between the Sith Lord down the walkway who was beginning to physically attack the others, and to the hillside where the mysterious man was seemingly perched. While the main threat had yet to target her directly, she suddenly felt very caught in the middle; help here herself, or seek help elsewhere. Which would be more effective? Which would be quickest?

    Well… Do you know how to defeat a Sith?

    Silly question and unthought out, but what else was there to say?

    She pressed out at him harder, straining until her head began to throb in hopes of relaying her worry and all-around confusion. However, it was readily apparent there was another power at work where her mind was concerned. There was… someone else there, an intruder, a…. Ahhhh! she whined aloud, abruptly clutching at her head with her hands as she doubled over. It felt as though her brain were being scrambled by unseen fingers and stabs of pain zinged down her spine, the unknown power taking hold of her fractured thoughts.

    Visions flew through the front of her mind, things thought of often and things she had only confronted once. Still she fought to reach for the man on the hill, pleading with him now to help her, too, because it would come to her belatedly that her lost memories were being used as a tool to defeat their foe.

    Their foe.

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  19. TheAdmiral

    TheAdmiral Jedi Grand Master star 4

    Registered:
    Mar 28, 2004
    IC: Lagertha Atreus
    The Clocktower Temple, Nouane


    What did the man mean by undoing what has been done, before it is done? Maybe that was a ploy to distract them? She had more pressing concerns, he intended to destroy the city. They were being tested, they had to defend all those innocents. The problem was that the person seemed to be a fully trained individual and they were still novices.

    The bald student was being choked. She noticed that the attacker had reached for something, a weapon maybe? Good, he did not seem to be carrying it. So he was not so prepared. It was foolish to attack someone without carrying your weapons. But he seemed to be strong enough in the Force, so not so defenseless after all.

    The lizard managed something that could prove useful. He managed to absorb the lightning that was shot at the monk. Ugh, another negotiator. Can’t they understand that they were under attack and there was no time to investigate. Fight now, ask later. At least they were distracting him.

    An idea sprung to mind. Lagertha brought her shield up. She focused… Her leg muscles tensed then she sprung forward propelled by the Force. Her intent was to first strike at the man with the shield and then, when he was dazzled to impale him with the lightsaber.

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  20. Sinrebirth

    Sinrebirth Mod-Emperor of the EUC, Lit, RPF and SWC star 9 Staff Member Manager

    Registered:
    Nov 15, 2004
    IC: Darth Caedus
    Confused, annoyed, vexed

    Things were moving quicker than he'd expected. While his mind still grappled for whoever had taken his lightsaber, trying to track it by the crystal within, that which he was bonded with, his choke was blocked, and his lightning, weakened by his distraction, redirected -

    Then a shove.

    Caedus crashed into and through a wall in the market-place, having flown some distance. Then the woman rushed him, a warrior through and through, a shield hammering into him - Caedus reacted instinctively as her own lightsaber ignited, sending a crippling electrical charge up her left leg to redirect her, but he was already stepped the opposite direction to thrust a gloved hand out at the nonhuman - N'Tael - and slam him into the bald man - Jin Long - then twisted his finger to yank at the lightsaber in the hands of the other woman - No Name - before lifting his free arm to blow Atreus far across the market area, people scattering.

    The Sith Lord recalled the tales of his master fighting the Skywalkers, and reached out for a civilian - a young Aki-Aki - with the intention of using him as a human shield. Sek'nos reached out with the Force and plucked her from his grasp, sending a surge of his Sith strength into Atreus to assist -

    Caedus could swat any of them like bugs, if he had a moment -

    Ben Solo, for his part, took a deep, terrible breath, and focused on the woman's voice.

    The one who sounded like Rey, and he answered her question about the Sith.

    From his own experiences as Kylo Ren.

    All Sith are afraid; you need to strike at what they fear, and focus on protecting what they seek to destroy. I am coming.

    He drew deeply on the Force to stand, and began to head down the hill, jogging, and then running -

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  21. darthbernael

    darthbernael Jedi Master star 4

    Registered:
    Apr 15, 2019
    IC N’Tael
    Fighting the Dark Lord

    N’tael could feel that they were having, at least, a minimal effect against this powerful man that had decided to destroy their new home. He sensed that mentally chaotic woman’s mental attack was at least distracting him somewhat. And then the warrior woman went on the offensive. He shook his head, his snout split in a wry grin, ‘Sssshe issss all action, asssss I thought.’

    He observed, and then followed at a decent distance as she blew the man through the wall into the market. As he closed he felt and saw as the man lifted a hand, wrenching him off of his feet and throwing him in an untidy heap at the monk. He twisted in midair, using his tail to try to steer his body. He closed quickly on the monk, arching himself so that when he hit he did so feet first.

    Trying his best to keep his talons from digging in to the man’s shoulder, he leapt over the man, a trailing “Sssssorry” warbling in his wake. His eyes continued to track the fight as he flew through the air. He saw the attack on the others, saw and sensed as the Sith helped the warrior woman, trying to keep whatever attack the Dark Lord had sent her way, he saw the innocent bystander dragged toward the man then wrenched away, again seemingly by the Sith.

    He saw an opportunity, and as he flew through the air, he reached out through the Force and began grabbing anything of substantial mass in the market and throwing it toward their attacker. It may not cause damage but it could possibly give him many more inputs that he’d have to deal with, distract him more from his own attacks, so that anyone closer could get their attack in, force him further from the Tower.

    He hit the wall harder than he’d intended, felt the section crack and begin to give way. His limbs flexed spasmodically for a few seconds as he began to slide down the wall, even as it started to topple away from the market. The talons of his feet scrambled for purchase before he stabilized, one three clawed hand thrust into one of the cracks that had developed when he hit. Shaking his head attempting to clear it from the impact, he dropped to the ground, almost fell over as his limbs were still recovering from the impact, turned and limpingly advanced on the man, returning to causing more items to fly at the man.

    And then his senses warned him, another was approaching, not a Protector or one of his class, but certainly a Force user, with a certain taste that spoke of both the Light and the Dark. ‘Oh Godssss, not another one after usss.’ he thought. The stippling stripes on his hide flared even more purple as he used the Force in his attack and a hastily erected shield before him to deflect at least some of the energy of whatever attack the man would make against him next.

    He reached out his mind toward the advancing presence, ‘Friend or Foe of the Dark Lord?’

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  22. greyjedi125

    greyjedi125 Chosen One star 5

    Registered:
    Apr 29, 2002
    IC: Jin Long
    To Serve and Protect

    It became clear that this Dark Lord was experienced in fighting several attackers at once. Very experienced.

    Jin Long reflexively braced himself for impact when he saw N’Tael hurtling in his direction, but the Kwa managed to nimbly control his trajectory and turn an impending crash into a rebound off the monk’s shoulders.

    “Sssssorry.” The Kwa warbled as he rebounded back into the fight. Jin Long offered a quick nod as he rejoined the encounter. The monk found the use of innocent bystanders as hostages or shields to be a cowardly tactic, and was glad to see that effort thwarted by Sek’nos.

    How this Caedus managed to disarm No Name so easily was concerning, but Jin Long was confident that her weapon would not respond to the Dark Lord’s command. Now, Darth Caedus found himself under a barrage of crude missiles, courtesy of N’Tael. Jin Long gestured as he exerted his Force Power in order to completely arrest the Dark Lord’s movements, or at least slow him down for a moment.

    “Yield!!” He shouted.

    “Why are you attacking us!?” He demanded, even as he continued to try and hold the man in place.

    Peripherally, he was aware that someone else was bounding down the hill towards the battle. Someone strong in the force- whether he was friend or foe remained to be seen. In his mind, he reasoned that Atreus would neutralize the newcomer if he presented himself as a threat. Right now they needed to focus on stopping the Dark Lord’s rampage before innocent blood was spilled.



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  23. TheAdmiral

    TheAdmiral Jedi Grand Master star 4

    Registered:
    Mar 28, 2004
    IC: Lagertha Atreus
    The Clocktower Temple, Nouane


    Being hurled using the Force was both painful and humiliating. Lagertha managed to “soften” the crash, but still hurt. Her shield took the brunt of the attack, it was dented in the center. She threw it on the ground with a loud clang. Lagertha could feel Sek’nos sending his support via the Force. She grunted in appreciation.

    Her mind was racing, trying to find an opening. Clearly their opponent was skilled and experienced enough. That made things both difficult and paradoxically easy. A seasoned warrior was more prone to repetitive action, action that they had practiced for years. The problem was that she needed more time to analyze him.

    The lizardman was hurling things at the attacker. Good idea! Maybe he would be distracted enough for her to strike at him. Then things changed. The Kwa focused on something behind them. Lagertha expanded her awareness. There was another newcomer coming towards them. “Take care of Caedus, I will cover N’Tael.” she said at the Sith. Lagertha took a defensive stance ready to strike if needed.

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  24. QueenSabe7

    QueenSabe7 RPF Awards Host star 6 VIP - Game Host

    Registered:
    Mar 23, 2001
    IC: No-Name
    Nouane

    All Sith are afraid; you need to strike at what they fear, and focus on protecting what they seek to destroy. I am coming.

    The man, the one she did not know but was suddenly clinging to for her safety, spoke to her through their strangely strong connection. The girl-with-no-name felt him make his move; he was closing in from his far off perch on the hill. He would help, surely, because she had no idea what to do next though the others were leaping into action like they had done this several times over - you know, battling a freakishly powerful Sith Lord.

    Her eyes were trained on where she knew he was coming from, still clinging to the door frame of the tower and disregarding the reptilian Protector's attempts at using her for their own aid. She almost forgot the seriousness of the situation for a moment as she waited, until she felt the unnatural tug at the hand that still held her saber hilt. Due to the fact that she was already tense and her knuckles were white with strain from her grip, the weapon only slipped the smallest bit before she halted its progress out of her hand.She looked around wildly then, catching the Sith in her sights.

    "Nice try," she brazenly shouted, again reaching for the man that was now so close she could almost feel him in a physical sense.

    Hurry, she pleaded just as the bald man commanded the Sith to yield.

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  25. Sinrebirth

    Sinrebirth Mod-Emperor of the EUC, Lit, RPF and SWC star 9 Staff Member Manager

    Registered:
    Nov 15, 2004
    IC: Darth Caedus
    Losing

    The battle reminded him of a fight he'd had before, against multiple Jedi - a Master, and two Knights. Kyle Katarn had been a sufficient opponent alone, one you would to pay attention to... so Caedus but a blade through his chest, beheaded one of the Knights, and the other had fled. Caedus grinned at the memory, but knew it didn't help here.

    He hadn't managed to disarm the woman, and Lagertha had cushioned her fall. The nonhuman, N'Tael, was hammering him with a barrage of detritus, and Caedus allowed his hands to weave them into an encircling tornado - this reminded him of his fight with Tsavong Lah, as his mother lay bleeding out on Duro. The bald one, Jin Long, he tried to hold Caedus, and the Dark Lord broke free, fluttering his hand and doing so with ease - this reminded him of Luke's humiliation of him at Kuat, seizing him and preventing him from moving to lecture him about what he had done. Caedus tried to divert their attention, as Mara had said that Lumiya used to do - grabbing civilians and using them as shields, or projectiles - but the red-skinned man, Sek'nos Rath, took them from him whenever he managed to muster the concentration to grab one.

    They were coordinating.

    Good for them; bad for him.

    His rage incensed him, but his mind was ticking over two things.

    Firstly, while he had managed to eek from the top of their thoughts their names, one of them didn't have one. That was a curiosity, and if he ever met No Name again, he would definitely be having a conversation with her...

    But mainly, there was someone else coming, and most of the Protectors focus was on the situation. Caedus reached out, and sensed -

    A signature that was almost familial. A male, Force sensitive, Solo?

    Anakin?

    Caedus was suddenly shook to the core, thinking that his long-dead brother was here.

    Ben Solo reached out to them all, and projected his intention, hard.

    Friend.

    Caedus felt it envelope them, and enough was enough -

    He threw out his hands, shattering the concrete around him and giving rise to a storm of smoke and debris. He vanished into the Force, making himself small like his one-time master, Vergere, had taught him, and, layered with the dark side techniques that Lumiya had perfected, vanished by the time the storm of items that N'Tael had given him to whirl around him crashed to the floor.

    No matter where they looked, none of them would find him.

    The Sith Lord had vanished into Nouane City.

    ---
    Shortly thereafter

    The local militia arrived, cordoning off the area around the Clock-Tower and requesting the Protectors withdraw to the same. The eye-witnesses confirmed who the heroes were, in a dramatic introduction to the City folk, and the government needed to get things in hand. Messages began to chime on their comlinks, and beyond the cordon, offerings of thank you were already starting to appear, as if an almost familiar resumption of worship was commencing.

    But they also had personal matters to attend to.

    Jin had a message from his master at the academy; he requested an immediate audience with him to discuss what had happened. The dojo was by the city edge, on the west side, but not far in terms of hours rather than days. It was politely worded, but nonetheless stressed that it was essential he come, the respect of parallel schools dovetailed with the former connection.

    Similarly, Lagertha had an officer pass on a comment that a child had arrived from the north with a message from her elders, which she said could only be presented in person. It wouldn't take much for her to guess just who that child was, of course.

    Sek'nos, for his part, was summoned back to his slums in the south, to meet with the Sith Matriarch. He excused himself, and all but fled to meet her; she was not to be kept waiting. "Sorry, guys, I really need to go." He grinned, pat his chest over his heart in some kind of salute - he was a young man, so it was presumably relatively well know if you happened to be a teenager..

    N'Tael, for his part, had a request from the Kwa elders to present himself to their Council; they had not heard of him, and wished to know how he was both representing them as a Protector, and had escaped their gaze to date - it was City policy that all newcomers present themselves to their recognised authority... though many did not, and would not, do so. Sheel Ix probably never did.

    All had a message from the Lords and Ladies of Nouane to request a formal meeting the next day.

    Three Lords; one Lady, each ruling over a separate quarter.

    That was how it was, and how it always had been.

    Ben Solo collapsed shortly after he arrived, clearly wounded already.

    Servant droids - those who had cared for No Name in the past - moved him to a room, silently, and tended to his needs while their new masters decided what to do. Of course, it was No Name who had forged the most immediate bond with Ben, and they would all sense that. There would be a tug upon her to sit with him, and, assuming they all left to their personal business, she would be the only one left...

    ... as the only one with no history to draw upon.

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    Elsewhere, In the Shadows of the City

    Caedus huffed, and puffed.

    He had exerted himself incredibly today.

    "But how have I lost... again. I should have been able to change this. Change what was written."

    There was a voice. Oily was the only way to describe it.

    Because the Master anticipated your coming, Darth Caedus.

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