Social Games The Rancor Pit (EUC Dueling thread)

IC: Tormentum
Disordered Times

Even as visions filled the Peon’s head he sensed Lord Azathoth, and felt his anguish. He drank it. The words and feelings of the Heir were enough to tear out the heart of the Titan. Ah futility.. the Void, how Tormentum knew it well. Everything seemed disordered, which would test Sith, for order was their nature. Everyone was being tested, and this trial, this loss whether brief or long, had split soul and bone. The God Emperor was Pater, to Lord Azathoth possibly by blood, but in spirit to all the Sith he was Father. Now they stood at dirge, each hoping, travailing, and waiting.. yes waiting to see if from the ashes there would be rebirth in its many forms.

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IC: Tormentum
O Night Divine

The Peon heard it, the familiar voice of his God and Emperor. The Titan fell prostrate by the sheer force of the words:

“There is no Death. There is only the Force. My Force.”

The words washed over the Sith Spectra like a baptism. Then more words echoed in Tormentum’s temples, “True Sith,” yes Saarai. That he may prove himself worthy.

The Titan raised his head when the God Emperor’s words had ended. There was much mystery at these events. Tormentum needed help to divine them, for the Emperor’s Ways were higher than his ways.

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The Voice

The young Sith felt the presence of Insipid, the bond he spoke of reaffirmed as the multitude of questions and possibilities subsided in the mind of Azathoth. He felt the pain as his injuries were fully healed, healed through the might of the Dark Side of the Force.

The same dark tranquility he had felt before in his duel now swelling within him and throughout him. A smile on Azathoth's face as he felt the movements of his body by the will of Insipid. No resistance was given by Azathoth, their wills in alignment as he looked to the rest of the Sith his mind restored to what it was supposed to be.

"Yes..." he whispered, Insipid had gestured to him... he was his Voice as he called him, and warned against the folly of ignoring it. Azathoth accepted this, forged it again within his soul.

"Here me Sith... this duel was so much more than the mere clash of Master and Apprentice or even that of a Father and his Son. This duel, this hallowed duel, serves as the in-between point between death and rebirth. The great unfolding and unlaying of our New Order, of new possibilities before us."

Azathoth paused thinking for a moment.

"It is the way of the Sith to create by destroying and through my destruction of our Emperor, I ascend as has he. For such is our nature, such is our creed. I stand before you in a paradox. Humbled and yet exalted. More powerful and yet incomplete" Azathoth bowed his head, thinking for a moment.

"Let us depart from this place in unity, in our reaffirmed purpose for power and watch and behold as he who sits on high realigns the very fabric of our nature as he wills it. At this moment there is nothing and soon there will be everything."

 

IC: Lord Iudex
The Pit

"An heir with no desire for the throne?" Iudex's whispered words overflowed with barely-restrained venom. "Then what purpose do you serve, Darth Azathoth?" He shook his head, sighing dramatically. It didn't matter in the grand scheme of things. As the voice of Insipid said, the Order was to be reorganized, reforged. So be it. The strong, the worthy would be separated from the chaff.

As they should be.

His rage cooled, extinguished by the revelations below. There was no immediate danger after all, why get so worked up? They had been tested, that much was obvious. But among those present, who had passed? Iudex plopped back into his seat with a grunt. Trickery and treachery were the backbone of the Sith, such was the life Iudex had chosen.

"Politics..." He sighed, "How tiresome.."

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Azathoth

The heir looked to the Iudex, a soft smile on his face as allowed the words of hate to wash over him.

"... ah... well perhaps my all-consuming emotion did get the best of me... but even if he was dead the 'ghost' of Insipid would have lingered over me Iudex, I cannot claim something when their very being is still embedded into it... I would never be accepted as your Emperor, you would never accept it, none of you would not so long as any aspect of Insipid remains, I am wise enough to know that, in time there would be resentment and with that resentment disloyalty... something I cannot abide, and something I do not want... the Order means more than the Throne... something so many Sith have failed to understand, I know this, because it already happened"

He spoke softly, his new forged self, thinking quietly. He would not elaborate further on what he meant by that.

"My purpose... is to keep those above me strong and safeguard against stagnation... and those below me hungry for more... for that is the nature of our hierarchy...to put it simply... I am still training..."

He said with a wistful smile where it was somewhat difficult to tell how serious he was being, but that was none of his concern.

"But there is one thing in my mind that I am certain of Iudex, is that you are indeed... worthy... I speak this as his voice," he said simply and with deep respect, having only grown steadily over the course of events preceding the Trial of Power through to now.

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IC: Lord Iudex
The Pit

"Ha! Good answer!" The Falleen Sith Lord chuckled heartily as he kicked his feet up onto the railing before him. "Why do you think so many had their sabers drawn in the first place? Bah, I'm just preaching to the converted.." He finished with a dismissive wave of his hand. There was nothing further to say, especially not here, for all to see.

Although, saying that, for who to see? The Pit had certainly felt very Sithy as of late. Had the Jedi simply abandoned the place to them? Would it be in poor taste to send for some slaves from the Temple to restore the Arena? Iudex shrugged, shifting slightly in his seat. Either way, he wasn't about to get up and leave so soon. The last few times he had, a fresh duel had broken out the minute he returned home.

He hadn't planned on getting so familiar with the perimeter guards, yet here he was..

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The Challenge

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Into the arena the beast stepped. He raised his head into the air, and took a deep breath, smelling for competition. It was then that he knew who his next opponent would be. After his duel with Iudex, he needed a more stable fight, one which would rebuild his pride. Moreover, Raul had grown stronger. He had trained in the ways of the force, and learned many abilities which he could utilize in his fight.

That being said, he still enjoyed a pure brawl. Nothing quite beat the intensity of testing the human body like so.

Nonetheless, he called out into the arena, his bellowing voice yelling the name he desired to fight.

"Tormentum!" He cried, looking around the arena, awaiting the answer of his opponent.

"Show me that you are worthy to be called apprentice next to my name!" He hissed with a dark grin.

@Darth Tormentum
@Lady Belligerent @Shadowsun

OOC: This duel will be using the Leveled Skill system from the Peon/Apprentice Sith Trials game, with no killing or maiming, as agreed upon.

Level 2 Apprentice:
Tier 1 skills:
Force Push/Pull
Force Choke
Force Rage
Ignite
Chill
Force Shock
Force Drain

Tier 2 skills:
Force Lightning
Dark Side Healing
Force Wave
Consume Essence

 

IC: Darth Tormentum
House of Pain

In the ruins of the above stands, a figure in black robes, and a Revanite Acolyte mask stood as he heard the challenge. The Titan Acolyte stepped from mezzanine and dropped to the arena floor:



Rising from the cleared grain floor of the Arena which was now grey having been mixed with powder of the pyre Lord Ravenous had burnt upon, and debris from when the God Emperor took out the stands.

Darth Tormentum fixed his visor on the other Acolyte.

“I accept your challenge.”

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IC: Azathoth
The Pit

The Sith Underlord emerged from the shadows, sitting delicately so as to overview the two combatants. The Rancor Pit had been greatly repaired in the time of his own duel with his former Master Insipid. But that was in the past, an in-between point of an old Order and a new one. This was the battle of two proud warriors.

Azathoth's face was stern, cold. His eyes looking down toward his newly minted Apprentice with conviction.

​

"Do not disappoint me Tormentum, consume your pain and let it bring you power," intoned the Sith, his long flowing hair masking much of his face. The two Sith Warriors were sure to have a close, bitter fight, Azathoth sensed this. And despite them both being warriors their fighting styles were also uniquely different, Azathoth was eager to see which would edge out a victory. Or if both would destroy each other in their desire for power.

Azathoth leaned back, waiting for Darth Bellorum to emerge from the shadows to begin the duel as had been agreed upon. He was silently eager to see what would unfold.

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IC: Tormentum
Preparation

The Titan heard the words of his Lord, and let them pour into his soul, the two tethered in the darkness as Master and Apprentice.

“Yes Master.”

The Apprentice removed his black cape from two large metal rings at his Torso armor. With the Force he levitated the cape up into the stands. He then reached for the belt of chains, hanging from it one Praetor hilt, and the other a Shoto. He did not draw the weapons, waiting for Dark Lady Ballorum to arrive, and the duel to be blessed by their Masters.

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@Shadowsun @Lady Belligerent

 

Raul/Darth Jishin
The Pit

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Raul's grin grew wider. He began to chuckle, slowly taking a few steps forward as he watched Tormentum enter.

"Such theatrics!" he mocked, before taking off his robe and throwing it to the side, leaving him bare save for his trousers and a belt holding his lightsaber. Bandages were wrapped around his feet and hands, and a gold chain around his neck.

He watched the fabric fall to the ground, before grinning again.



He drew forth his lightsaber, igniting the crimson blade that cast a demonic red hue over Raul.

"I pray you do not disappoint me, Tormentum." Raul growled with a smirk. He took a few steps, circling around the fellow apprentice.

"I live for battle. I want you to push me to the edge. Make me feel like I'm about to die..."

Without warning, Raul leapt forth, swinging his lightsaber whilst midair at Tormentum, aiming to slice him in two.

Of course, this attack was obvious, but that was the point. For the instant this strike would be blocked, Raul would drop down, sweeping his leg across the floor to knock Tormentum off his feet.

@Darth Tormentum
@Shadowsun @Lady Belligerent

 

IC: Tormentum



With snap of his fingers the Praetor hilt flew into Tormentum’s right hand, and the Shoto in his left. He ignited the ruby and ivory blades making an X shaped defense with a coverage from head to toe. He then made a stance to increase his footing.

“It has begun.”

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checks the pit for Ebola virus.

@Bardan_Jusik

 

wakes up the rancor

installs trapdoors in several threads that feed into the pit

watches and waits

 

Long has it been since anyone crossed blades in this here pit.

feeds the Rancor a snack

 

I have a hunch you won’t have to wait long…

 

Remember your training, apprentice.

The Sith will be here soon enough.

@Lady Belligerent Is your apprentice ready to duel mine?

 

He is ready. I have complete faith in @SirCarrot

Ferus watches Empress Graul apprehensively, circling the arena in a slow motion.

 

Carrot stepped into the pit, eyeing his master and the Sith master carefully. Trying to calm his nerves, Carrot waited for his opponent to arrive.