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Post by Karnac on Jul 16, 2023 6:43:32 GMT -8
It was definitely a scary thing, knowing the reptilian could pick up scents such as that. But the mention of what fruit Lyne had eaten meant nothing in the eyes of the thought that Jonas had been in a fight. Why would he? Who started it? He had been given a token from Dragus himself, so why was the meaning behind this?
"In a fight? For what reason would he been put into a situation? You gave him a token that would grant him access and he certainly isn’t one to go picking fights. Is this how the Sith treat guests, especially one granted access by one such as yourself?"
Lyne raised a hand and placed it on Lassix’s shoulder. Such a thought rattled her as well, but she was always able to keep a clearer mind. At least until she could get a better view of the situation.
"I’m curious as to the why, but let us meet up and ask him for ourselves. That said, I’m sure Karnac would like to meet you as well."
The trio would find Karnac and Jonas in the pits. Long had Karnac finished his duel, been granted the rank of master among the Sith and had time to explore the facility a bit. Jonas had even had time to find their master and fill him in on what had transpired thus far. Sensing the arrival of the rest of his team, he turned to them, his large imposing figure seeming to overshadow them. He glanced at the pair before looking at Dragus.
"You must be Lord Dragus, Famine Lord and Dak Apothecary of the Council of Seven. A pleasure. I am Karnac. I must thank you for watching over my team while they were searching their area regarding the Sith presence here. Jonas has filled me in on what has happened thus far until you all parted ways. Might I inquire as to what else has happened since?"
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Post by Dragus on Jul 16, 2023 14:12:59 GMT -8
Leading the way, Lassix wouldn't have seen the twisted grin that stretched the saurian Sith's scaled snout as she expressed her concern for her comrade. Fast to fury, that one, the fire-lily of the two perhaps. His suspicion was confirmed a moment later when Lyne quickly diffused the situation.Upon meeting Karnac the villainous velociraptor was struck by two things. First, while the red skinned zabrak mentioned a few of his titles, he introduced himself only by his singular name. It was possible he was just humble, but given his physique perhaps he believed his sheer presence alone spoke for itself. Which brings us to the second thing Dragus had noticed and what stood out as most obvious about this Sith Master. He was physical specimen. If only the sinful sultan could get the pleasure stock of his harem on whatever workout regiment Karnac was on, he'd never need leave his palace of perversion. The sheer brutality and promise of violence reminded the draconian of his older brother, Bacca, who had been something of a physical specimen himself when he wasn't twisting the heads off the stormtroopers with his fingers just for fun. Say what you would about Cycloptic Nightmare's rage fueled destructive rampages, at least he knew how to enjoy himself. That bit of reminiscing greatly improved the Hungering One's mood, splitting his lips into their signature chainsaw grin."The girlz and I went flower picking in the mountainz." He hissed honestly, if lacking in a few key details. "We had an absssolutely sssplendid time, though we did get a bit dirty. Siss, Siss, Siss!" His forked tongue flicked from between his teeth as he chuckled, misting the air in front of him with red flecks.! It was then that his demeanor changed. A series of sinuous pops sounded as the black scaled barabel seemed to straighten his posture, slowly twisting his neck in either direction, while flexing the obsidian hooks curling off each crooked finger. The temperature in the room seemed to drop and a faint buzzing could be heard coming from the Famine Lord's feathered robe. A blood red coal of a right eye glared at the zabrak like he were inspecting a prized stallion."It seemz az though they've finished resssetting the sandz." Rasped the reptilian as he looked past Karnac at the sparring pits where a pair of Nu-Jakes dragged away an initiate that had been killed in the last sparring session. Ranats lurking in the stands set upon the corpse before the magnificently bearded clones even managed to get it to the garbage chute, abandoning it to the vermin. Dragus returned his attention to the zabrak. "How about we ssspar a little? We can talk az we fight, get to know each other a bit better. I'm very curiouz to learn about where you were trained."
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Post by Karnac on Jul 16, 2023 16:59:56 GMT -8
As they reached the pair at the pits, Lassix moved forward in a quick pass after Karnac introduced himself, furthering the reality that she was much quicker to emotional responses than her counterpart. Grabbing his shoulders, she started demanding answers for what Dragus spoke of.
"Dragus said you were in a fight! What happened!?" She then looked to to Dragus then to Karnac with a scoff. "Picked flowers and evaded mutated zombies. Splendid isn't the word I'd use."
Karnac looked to Lassix, raising a hand to calm her down.
"Lassix, chill. Jonas was faced with a red armored guard upon his arrival. A test, much as I'm sure your experience with the zombies could be considered. Even I was tested. We are Sith, after all. Can't just accept the weak amongst the ranks." He then turned back to Dragus. His size and powerful presence wasn't something he flaunted anymore, though he once carried such an ego. Now, it was merely a reality of his nature, born with great power and a strong and larger body, though he did have to work to ensure the strength of it all was for more than show. But while Karnac carried himself with a few titles, currently they meant nothing in the eyes of the Sith Eternal, unlike the ones Dragus had earned and proven. But time would change that.
As the demeanor changed within Dragus, so to did Karnac's in response. A challenge was being presented to him, one he certainly wouldn't deny. He wanted to grow, to compare, and see where he resided and where he could continue to build. With the mention of a spar, the darkness around him surged with excitement as a grin split his features. "I could go for a spar. It would be nice to see where my power stands in comparison to one such as yourself. See the extent of where my training has carried me. Who knows? Maybe this could bring about potential for an eventual promotion. Any stipulations for this spar or all in?"
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Post by Dragus on Jul 16, 2023 18:15:09 GMT -8
"Stipulationz? Hmmm. Let me think." Dragus tapped a long curved talon against his scaly chin as he studied the selection of weapons on the wall. "Well, ordinarily I'd sssay let'z go to firssst blood..." He stopped at a gnarly looking mace with a spherical shaped headed covered with sharpened spikes crusted with old gore. Smiling wickedly, the draconian plucked the foul maul from the wall and turned his terribly toothy snout towards Karnac. "...but you look pretty tough. We go to third blood." The Great Devourer dragged his forked tongue over his trembling jaws, desperate to sink his mouthful of fangs into his opponents delicious flesh. He'd need to make a special effort to restrain his darker appetite during this friendly match.
Sinking his toe talons into the blood stained sands of the sparring pit, the Blood Wyrm shed his feathered robe and set aside his yellowing rishii bone cap, confronting Karnac in the buff as it were, not that there was much to see beyond his heavily scaled form which was deceptively muscular with his ornate pageantry set aside. The black scaled barabel's overlong tail swiveled around to his front and he stared at the serrated leaf blade of Sith iron there. He wiped its surface clean with a filthy rag, then spit polished it with his tongue to show that it wasn't coated in poison, just covered in his saliva which was arguably worse. He then let his tail maneuver back around to hover over his shoulder with his the spike capping its end pointed at the zabrak like a scorpions stinger. Clearly Dragus intended to make full use of his additional appendage. He then gripped the reek leather wrapped handle of the spiked mace in both claws and gave it a few practice swings, warming up his arms as he shifted from side to side, bending his knees taking his body through a series of practised motions.
The echo of violence in this place teased his hunger, it made it difficult to think straight, increasing the odds he acted impulsively. It was such a sweet melody it was almost impossible to shut out. Anger, pain, and the finality of death. If only he had the time, he'd gladly spend a month studying the history of each grain of blood drowned sand.
"My brotherz and I usssed to fight all the time. It challenged uz to massster our abilitiez and grow ssstronger." He explained, briefly closing the scaled lids of his bloody eyes as he listened to the sinister off key tune of the darkside creaking just beneath the skein of reality. "Do you have any family Karnac? From where do you hail?"
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Post by Karnac on Jul 19, 2023 9:17:17 GMT -8
Karnac crossed his arms over his chest as the lizard thought of the rules for the match. This wouldn’t be as his last, on meant to fully gauge his skills and mind, ending with possible death. It would be intense, but a friendly spar none the less. The Zabrak held no reservations that the Famine Lord would do little in terms of holding back. And in no way did the Spectre wish for him to. He wanted to grow, wanted to test his limits and find ways to breakthrough to greater heights until finally could climb no more.
When the drake determined it to be first to three blood wins, Karnac smirked with a nod. "Sounds good to me. But let’s not roll around in an anxious mess of anticipation, shall we? Time for some fun." Going past the limit of some damage made things more exciting and would show the truest colors of a man when he faced some form of injury, no matter how light or severe.
Turning from Dragus, he led them into the pit. The place was still buzzing with his arrival, the defeat of one of the favored and champions of the pit with such ease, and his immediate placement as a master. And now, not even a few hours later, he was back for more. And with a member of the Council of Seven his opponent, no less. This would be a show none would want to miss. The outcome here would either further cement his skill and placement on the Sith Eternal, or reaffirm the strength of the Dark Apothecary. Already the crowd was building up as some acolytes ran to inform others and messages were sent. Soon, the crowd would be larger, the Sith master further up ready to take further bets on this match.
As they began moving out to the pit, Karnac removed his jacket and tossed it to Jonas. He then thought on the Famine Lord’s question. "I feel the same as you. Through my training, my peers and I constantly fought with each other, pushing ourselves in combat that was inherently safe from serious injure or death, yet convinced the mind that each blow could easily be our last. Nothing was held back in our fights as we pushed our limits. Even now, I seek to fight the strongest, to gauge myself and find my flaws in order to become even greater." He then glanced over to Dragus. "I was born on Iridonia when the Blackguard Imperium was in its infancy. Born with a strong body and connection to the Force, was believed to accomplish great thing within the Sith the moment I could start training. I have only my parents, though I haven’t seen them in some time. But I consider my peers to be my brothers and sisters."
Reaching the center of the pit, Karnac stepped away and faced Dragus. His power grew and his focus sharpened as he awaited the Sith Lord to make a move. There would be no games, no messing around. He’d have to ensure everything was on lock. He looks led the Barabel over, taking in his stature. No doubt, the drake possessed strength, but the Zabrak doubted that was his focused. Speed and unpredictability was his forte, especially fighting with a fifth digit, something Karnac knew he had no experience in facing. He’d have to keep his senses open to his surroundings and the slightest movement.
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Post by Dragus on Jul 23, 2023 3:14:13 GMT -8
There was that name again. Blackguard. When the Great Devourer had first returned from his sojourn beyond the dark edge of the galaxy, he had found forces by that name departing the Eye's Cradle of Pzob, which they had apparently been occupying in the absence of the Famine Lord and his brothers. At the time he had been furious, thinking them nothing more than vultures picking away at the corpse of his home, even going so far as to declare a reckoning should he and his former brother under the Eye, Viox Savage, ever have a reunion. However, the more he learned about this Blackguard Imperium the less incensed he became, finally connecting a few of the dots he hadn't noticed previously. For all the sacrilege of allowing foreign invaders on blessed Pzob, those former Blackguard members all seemed to have benefited from lessons his brother had learned while a member of the Order of the Eye. Given this new insight and time to reflect on it, he now understood that his former brother and friend had simply been trying to safeguard the world in their absence.
Twin nostril slits on the sides on Dragus' snout flared as he drew in a breath of far from fresh air, soaking in the aroma of blood and sulphur that seemed to cling to the very molecules around him. His scaled lids snapped open. Hateful, blood-red orbs with slit black pupils, focused on the Iridonian as though he were a slab of meat. "You remind me of my older brother, Bacca, who waz much the sssame way. He waz the Warmassster for the Order I came from, the Order of the Eye. Iz that sssomething you might assspire to, Karnac? I may lack my blindessst brother Havok'z prophetic giftz, but I don't need to know the future to sssee that you have potential." He raised up the spiked mace in his claws as though he were taking a Shii-Cho stance with a lightsaber. "Of courssse, I'll need to tessst your mettle myssself."
And just like that, the black scaled barabel sprang into action. He took the middle ground between speed and strength, maintaining a balance between both, for his greatest asset had always been his unpredictable nature. Sand sprayed behind him as his toe talons tore up the terrain as he hurtled towards his opponent like a dark comet, swinging that barbed maul horizontally across his body from right to left, looking to pulverize the other Sith's hip if he remained stationary. That overlong tail of his hovered always just behind and over his head, poised to strike whenever an opening presented itself.
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Post by Karnac on Jul 25, 2023 7:11:34 GMT -8
Without a blink of hesitation, the drake darted at him, becoming barely more than a black blur as he made his approach. In some cases, one could gauge the style and approach of an opponent based solely on their stance and physique. It was what led to Karnac's impression of Dragus. Even so, looks could be deceiving, many using that to their advantage. It was a lesson that had been drilled into the minds of Karnac and his peers. He had to always be weary, for there was no telling what changes the Saurian Sith would implement if the Zabrak became to sure of him.
But that was also the case for himself. His sheer size spoke of great strength at the cost of mobility and speed. And for the most part, that was how he fought. They had been taught to understand themselves and what worked for them and fit who they were and push it to its limit. But with that, they were to find that in which they suffered and work to improve it. It was a difficult balance to sort out, the majority of his time training spent trying to be capable of more than sheer power and strength.
Just as Dragus close the distance and swung the mace, Karnac opted for a interesting evasion, one that didn't speak to what many expected. Letting his knees give and move forward, the Zabrak fell back, letting himself bend and fall almost flat to the ground. the base of his feet still kept their position, meaning with the right leverage, he could be standing straight in a blink. HIs right hand dropped behind him, keeping him from falling the full way and giving him the leverage needed. A speed and flexibility some might not have expected, though that flexibility was nearing its limit.
As the mace passed over, His right hand and feet pushed hard as he stood back up, his left hand stretched forth as it past in front of his chest, seeking to grip the hand of Dragus that held the mace, it's path reaching the end of its swing. It target was the hand itself, to take in a strong grip the fingers and mace so that they couldn't be separated and used against him immediately. This caused him to step in close as his right hand that resided behind him, now clenched in a tight fist drove forward under his arm and into the Famine Lord's right side.
"My desire is seek new heights and shatter my limits. I wish to find new challenges and opponents to continue seeing where I stand. Like all Sith, I seek to be the strongest I can and reach the pinnacle of my potential and beyond. But perhaps oddly, like the Jedi, I wish to learn from my failures, to grow and refine my flaws. To aspire to gain such a title that is recognized and revered, that goes without question. But even more, to make the titles granted to me by master known, feared and respected within the order and beyond. I am Karnac, Avatar of Chaos, Twelfth Toll: Toll of Oblivion. So come, Famine Lord. Bring what you have to bear that I may weather it and grow and take the next steps further in my journey to reach my greatest heights. The words he spoke came with passion and excitement as he knew this fight would draw more from him, win, lose or draw, he would gain much from this spar.
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Post by Dragus on Jul 25, 2023 18:09:14 GMT -8
It terms of titles he much approved. His brother Kaan was also an avatar of Chaos, under the Eye of course, a faith to which Karnac did not belong. He was certainly curious of the symbolism and meaning behind twelve toll, though perhaps now was not the time to inquire about such things. He was a curious creature by nature and even amidst the heat and ferocity of battle he was overflowing with questions.
With his claw gripped and his side exposed there was little Dragus could do to avoid the Iridonian's fist striking his right side, but tense and absorb the blow. Unlike the soft flesh of humans, however, the saurian Sith was a creature of black scale, his natural armoured barabel hide. His snarling teeth grit as he grunted, feeling Karnac's fist impact like a hammer against his rigid scale. The pain that accompanied it was a welcome treat, and he blew blood bubbles from his lips before flicking his forked tongue in a masochists delight. It was invigorating, not so sweet as spice induced bliss perhaps, but a perverse sort of pleasure all the same. That sensation heightened his connection to the darkside, allowing him to channel its insidious currents to broadcast his words into telepathic thought, a feat every member of his Order was well practised. He focused on his opponent's mind, his words echoing for his ears alone.
<< I believe you, Karnac. The ssstench of dessstiny iz unmissstakable on you, and I have sssmelled sssuch thingz before. You will do well here, I can tell. But there are many Sssith with great potential in thiz place and all weigh heavy with ambition. If it iz greatnesss you ssstrive for, you mussst ssset yourssself apart from the otherz. Take my dutiful ssstudent Xitan, through ruthlesssnesss and cunning he gained the attention of the Sssupreme One, earning hiz favour. Thiz afforded him enough leniency to defy the will of the Council of Ssseven and claim the world of Eriadu for himssself. Siss, Siss, Siss! >> His thought projected voice cackled with echoing humour. << Cheeky bugger. I'm quite proud of him actually. >>
Stabbing in over his right shoulder, the saurian Sith's blade tipped tail thrust in and out in a flurry of rapid spear like strikes towards the Iridonian's spiky head, while his left leg stepped out as he attempted to turn and face his opponent. With his right claw still gripped and his mace held down between them, he couldn't use his weapon effectively, but he could bring his left claw to bare with those butchers hooks it had for talon tips. Foam and spittle sprayed from the sides of the snarling serpentine Sith's snout as his left claw swept at Karnac, attempting to rake his right arm.
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Post by Karnac on Jul 26, 2023 7:42:54 GMT -8
As Karnac drove forth his fist, he felt the reverberation shoot up his arm. He wasn't accustom to facing an opponent with such durability as Dragu's scales. His peer, Viden, was a Falleen and had scales himself, but they didn't possess such density as this. Yet, he was used to facing down hard obstacles, mostly in the form of boulders to increase the power of his attacks. That way, he would be used to such an occasion. And in this moment he was glad for it. Still, the impact did cause a bit of damage, causing his knuckles to bust slightly against the rigid scales. Nothing serious, but still, the black hide now carried a hint of red.
As the words echoed in his mind, the tail made its approach. Having no experience with such tactics, Dragu's fifth digit faintly escaped Karnac's mind with the first attack, allowing it to catch him a bit off guard in its initial assault. Having barely anytime to react, the Zabrak moved his head to the side, barely being grazed on his left cheek before being able to evade another before making his retreat. In such a close proximity, trying to avoid the free moving tail would have only brought him ruin had he chosen to tempt fate. Letting go of Dragus's hand, Karnac leapt backwards with little grace, soon enough to avoid the slash to his arm, yet, this action allowed the claw to move wider, the tips running across his chest, leaving faint scratches that bled lightly.
The jump had allowed him to gain some distance as his left fist came up just to the side of his chest, his right hand coming up in front. The tingling pain could be felt in his hand, cheek, and chest. His breath grew heavier with excitement as low, quick chuckles came from the Zabrak's throat. As was with the drake, so too did Karnac enjoy this feeling. But it showed who had the superior speed. Any slower and he might have been bloodied quite badly if not dead. He needed to be faster to avoid another attack like that. Yet, where was the fun when one could easily avoid and subdue an opponent? Only when each moment carried life and death with a coin flip did the blood really get pumping and drive one's spirit. At least, his spirit, anyway.
<<Never been much for destiny. At least not after my master showed me how insignificant I was in my youth. Now destiny is what I make of it, shape it with my own hands and power. Perhaps that is what destiny ultimately is, but no longer do I believe it something I was born for. Only that which I grasp through my own will. And in this place, with so much ambition and potential, I'll just face each obstacle and climb the mountain of those around me and soar above them.>> A smirk grew upon his features. <<Perhaps soon I will meet with this Xitan. See what there is to learn from his example.>>
The Zabrak then stood straight as his left fist pounded his chest twice over the scratches, his hand then casting out to the side as his right lifted and beckon Dragus towards him. "Come, drake. Let the carnage intensify." Perhaps with that word, to those around them, maybe even Dragus, himself, the meaning of his name became clear. It was what his first Sith master had given him as his Sith name. At that point Duvrax had faded to give rise to this being of carnage and chaos: Karnac. And when Gavin had given him and his peers their new titles and names, he chose to keep this one, knowing it was who he was and embraced it proudly.
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Post by Dragus on Jul 27, 2023 17:39:49 GMT -8
Dragus relented as his opponent jumped back beyond his immediate reach. In a real battle he would have pursued, never for a moment relenting when the prey had its throat bared before him, but this was a friendly match and he had no wish to tear the Zabrak's throat out and feast on his innards. Even if he did smell delicious. Raising his left claw to his snout, the Blood Wyrm ran a slithering forked tongue over his glinting obsidian talon tips, slurping up the few beads of Karnac's vitae clinging to their razor edged surface. A master of the alchemical arts, a single drop of his opponent's exquisite blood told him a thousand different things.No notable diseases, strong and resilient genes, with an excess of the zabrak equivalent of testosterone. So far as his prestigious senses could discern, the recently elevated Sith Master was as fine a physical specimen as he appeared, but that was never really in question. He had ranat-ogres larger than Karnac if he required a blunt instrument, with twice as many arms to boot. What he was more interested in was just what the Blackguard had taught its members about the darkside of the Force."It iz a wissse Sssith who acceptz there iz sssomething to be learned from hiz peerz." The corner of his snout curled upwards into a savage sneer. "You are of Viox'z flock. I sssee my little brother'z teaching in you."Hissing with glistening fangs bared like some rabid beast with eyes glowing red and scales that reeked of old blood, the Hungering One called upon the insidious currents of the malevolent fey, wielding hate like a hammer in his claw as he channeled raw emotion until it danced between his claw tips as blue forks of electrical current. As the aroma of scorched ozone overwhelmed the carrion stench of the Famine Lord, his terrifying toothy visage was illuminated by the crackling discharges of lightning that seared his scales and caused smoke to rise from his blackened palms."Knowledge and a willingnesss to learn will only get you ssso far; however, for thossse posssitioned to be your rivalz are already making ussse of the resourcez provided to them by the Sssupreme One'z generosssity and the Councilz dissscretion. When Valefor arrived, the firssst thing he did waz ssspend vassst sumz of the Sssith Eternal'z creditz and built himssself a dread-ship with which to ransssack the starz. The Outer Rim iz now plagued with talez of hiz black obelisssk, the Felssstorm, bringing ruin and woe to the innocent. With it he claimed the droid foundriez of Hypori and word iz Geonosiz iz sssoon to fall next." With his mace held down at his side in his right claw, Dragus extended his left arm towards Karnac and twisted his claw to expose his smoking palm and point all four talons of his scaly hand at the Zabrak. "Bold riskz yield bountiful rewardz. Consssider thiz when planning your rissse through the rankz."FFFFFFFFSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! CRACK! Erupting from his claw tips, a bolt of Force Lightning leapt from his hand towards Karnac's beckoning form.
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Post by Karnac on Jul 29, 2023 7:53:11 GMT -8
It was this simple fact that Karnac, despite his beckoning, remained on guard. It might have been a friendly spar, but not knowing the personality of Dragus in combat as well as his typical training spars carrying relentless attack without a chance to breath, he had fully expected the Drake to pursue, only beckoning as he did when it seemed he had the moment to do so. The Zabrak would have likely continued to push to draw out his opponent's fully capability.
As Alchemiec Lord paused, taking a moment to taste the blood left upon his claws, Karnac stood straight and more at ease, though he remained focused should the drake attempt to attack in that moment. Listening to the words spoken, the Zabrak thought on his time in the Blackguard. It was short-lived, only four years, but he had learned a lot. Yet, perhaps not as much as Dragus might have hoped from Viox himself.
"Honestly, I never had the chance to truly speak to the Sith'ari during my time there. I was, at that time, a student moving from class to class. I'm not sure I can say those Sith instructors held to those particular teachings but I did learn that from the man who taught us combat and eventually finished my training. But if that was truly the mind of Voix, then I can more fully see why he allowed someone who wasn't a Sith to train us. I've learned that even an apprentice can teach a master something if they choose to listen to a different perspective. It is a shame that going into my fifth year and moving from student to apprentice that the divide in the Blackguard happen. Still, Voix was a powerful being, though one of the big focuses of my master was to bring us to a level in which we could give him a challenge."
The Zabrak could then feel the building power within the Famine Lord as the air began to crackle around him. What was he about to attempt? One could simply say Force Lightning, but he knew that occasionally, the simple aura of building power could bring about interesting effects on a person. Gavin was that way, his affinity from lightning causing such occurrences even when not using electricity to attack. But the idea became more apparent as his opponent's claws began to crackle a bit more.
He then listened to the words spoke of what he'd need to progress. So it wasn't going to be power alone that progressed him, but what he chose to do with it. That would require thought, for as much a bold risk brought great rewards, sometimes, if too bold, brought punishment. And he didn;t wish to disrupt what he currently gained with such actions. It was quite a conundrum as to what he could do. He had already spoke of two within the Sith Eternal who made bold moves in claiming new worlds. One in which tested the Council's patience. So through the actions of these two, three worlds were claimed. With that, when did such actions become an annoyance that stopped by the Council's hand or otherwise lose their value because of who all attempted it. No, he would need to explore a different option, something that stood out from the rest, to set a new trend for a brief moment of time.
The thoughts that ran through his mind as his presence darkened and his focus sharpened. Though he had no clues as to what he should do, he was more than ready to start. First step was finishing the spar with Dragus to see where he stood in the ranking of power. As the bolts of lightning flew from Dragus to the seemingly lost in thought Zabrak, Karnac lighting but a single hand, ready to intercept. Once had he used Tutaminis against Tormus, using the energy drawn from the fallen acolytes lightsaber to build power. His skill wouldn't allow more than a couple second of such concentrated energy, unlike Gavin and a few of his peers who were skilled enough to hold a blade for longer. But a barrage of Force Lightning was something he could handle well. Being drawn into the palm of his hand, he took for himself the energy of the Council member. His master had ensured he and his peers learned this as against a Force-based opponent, especially Sith who used lighting regularly, it was a staple ability in his arsenal.
His eyes focused on the reptile for a moment, the orange-yellow hue of his eyes seeming to glow a bit as the energy began to build within him. "Fortune favors the bold, huh? Well, considering how late I am to the party, I've got no time to waste, do I?"
Focusing the growing energy through, the world around him began to slow as the Force heightened his speed and senses. In a flash, he darted forward with Force Speed, his right hand removing his crossguard saber. The surging crimson beams emerged, though their intent was not to attack Dragus, but intercept the lightning. This freed up his left hand, which drew back a bit, resting just beside his body as he drew on the rest of the built up energy as well as more of his to quickly form a red ball of energy. His dash sent him straight, stopping just before the Barabel, his saber moving out to his side to guide the lightning away as his left hand came up to unleash his Force Burst at point blank range to Dragus's chest.
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Post by Dragus on Aug 1, 2023 5:34:02 GMT -8
Slit saurian pupils black with sin followed Karnac's right hand as he finally drew his weapon and ignited it, awakening his hellish crossguard blade to ruinous life, only to use it like a lightning rod to catch the Hungering One's bolt of sorcerous power. A crossguard lightsaber, just like Xitan. Very interesting. Dragus surmised that style of hilt must be coming back into fashion, as he couldn't recall any members of his own Order ever using them. The Blood Wyrm's mid-fight pondering was cut short as he felt the zabrak's palm connect with his scaled chest, eliciting an irritable grunt from the mad draconian which quickly transformed into a breathless gasp as the wall of kinetic energy behind the palm made its presence known like a hammer strike that sent the Scaled Scourge sliding back through the sand. The saurian Sith's curling toe talons sank into the blood stained particles like two raptors claws and his tail twisted around and planted its spike in the ground, further arresting his movement. The Dark Apothecary pounded the still smoking palm of his left claw against his chest as he struggled to draw a ragged breath through winded lungs, settling into a low toady chortle, chuckling wetly as blood bubbles popped in his throat.
"Now that'z more like it." Curling his left claw into a fist, he gave his chest another pound before hacking a steaming wad of bloody phlegm onto the sand at his feet. "Well done."
Drawing his right leg back, the Famine Lord sank into a combat stance, reaching his left claw across his body to join his right on the leather bound handle of his spiked mace. Well, it wasn't HIS mace. He had only borrowed it from the weapons available in the sparring pits. It lacked the burning brazier at the core of his beloved Exsanguinator, that bled a potent fear fume to addle the wits and distort the senses of his foes, along with an arcanely inspired shockwave generator capable of shattering armoured plate. This mace had none of that, but he could tell Roon's mineral wealth of cortosis had been worked into the maul's heavy head, meaning it would serve as proof against his opponents energy sword. Reek hide wrappings creaked as the black scaled barabel squeezed the grip, pouring the black venom of his hollow soul into the Sith iron mace, allowing his malign aura to poison its molecular makeup. Around the pin prick tip of each conical spike artfully rendered in blue tinged alloy, all of which was concealed beneath a greasy coating of old gore, reality seemed to distort as though each demonic nail in the hateful hammer's head was bending the light around it.
When wielded by the Eye's holy avatar of hunger and decay, even a simple Sith iron mace could be transformed into a blighted relic of sorcerous might, empowered by the black fires of a sinister faith.
Springing into action again, Dragus swung the monstrous mace held down at his side upwards in an underhanded stroke, straining the powerful prehistoric muscles of his arms to manipulate the heavy maul from right to left as he came at Karnac. The Famine Lord snarled as he attacked, spraying bloody flecks from fangs glistening with steaming ropes of saliva, his tail spike hovering precariously behind his shoulder as it waited for the most opportune moment to strike.
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Post by Karnac on Aug 2, 2023 6:42:12 GMT -8
Overall, his burst attack was much weaker than he could normally manage. Even with the intensity of the fight building, he held back, knowing that this was a "friendly" spar. Still, he made sure it was potent enough to send Dragus flying back and cause some form of damage. He had to ensure his power was understood, to show what even his weakest could be. The Sith cared little for the weak and useless. Though he had learned differently during the course of his training, he was no longer under Gavin's tutelage and in the den of lions. His strength needed to be made clear enough for all those around him. To deter wanna-be rivals and establish himself as a master.
Yet, despite the effectiveness of his attack, Dragus was sent back, but his balance was never lost and the internal damage did little more than excite him. That was good. It meant they could keep going, gauging the deeper depths of each other. It took a moment for his breath to properly return, but when it did, the Saurian sung Zabrak's praises minimally. And that was enough. Any more and ego could set in, something that couldn't be allowed. That the praise humbly and always see it as a mere step before the larger mountain that needed to be climbed.
He gave a smirk as he lower his body, stepping forward with his right and bringing up his crossguard. "Why thank you. I do aim to impress."
As Dragus lowered himself into his combat stance, taking the mace with a tight grip, the Zabrak could feel the power flowing into it. So common had it become among his peers, learning from Gavin to pour their essence into its creation, binding their spirit and energy with it so that they were always connected, enhanced by their own aura. Force Weapon, though that was simply about strengthening a weapon. This was the level beyond. There was no telling what would come of this temporary union of flesh and steel. But he was eager to find out.
In quick moment, the Barabel was coming at him, his attack swinging upward at him. But the horned Sith was ready, a deep, enhancing breath entered his lungs as the Force coursed through his muscles, amplifying his already great strength. With a single hand, he brought the deep red blade down to meet the mace, an rainstorm of sparks flying around them as the connected. His body shifted forward on his right side, his stance was poised to best support the block, lessening the strain it could otherwise put on him.
As they held their weapons together in a spilt moment embrace, the Zabrak's eyes focused on the dragon, waiting for what came next.
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Post by Dragus on Aug 3, 2023 4:29:57 GMT -8
Smoke and the overwhelming stench of burning metal assaulted the Famine Lord's olfactory senses as his ruinous mace met the baleful crimson blade of Karnac, erupting in sparks from the jolting point of contact, showering both wrathful warriors in blistering embers and stinging molten shards as faith empowered Sith iron resisted super-heated coherent plasma. The sheer strength of his opponent was incredible, Dragus could feel the strain in both arms as he pushed back against his foe's humming lightsaber blade, reverberating his scales down to the bone as though he'd been working the forge for hours. Scaled brows furrowed, he bared grit fangs in the face of the zabrak, as a froth of vitae and steaming saliva seeped from the corners of his jaws.
"There are other meanz to rissse then galactic conquessst. I have known beingz in my time, titanz really, that ssstood apart from their orderz by sheer martial ability alone. Iniquitouz of Dark Tide, Vihn Qel Droma of the Jedi, Ashrah of the Mandalorianz...warriorz unequaled on the field of battle, who required no fleet or army to make their presssence felt." It might seem odd to hear the Great Devourer praising others, especially those that belonged to groups considered to be their enemy, but in this he spoke with some experience having had the rare opportunity to have faced all three warriors before...and lost resoundingly each time. But Dragus was not bitter about those defeats, for combat had long been his failing despite often being the one to seek it out. The Eye had sought fit to bless the Famine Lord in other ways. "Every Order, even the Sssith Eternal, require a champion. Could you fill sssuch a role? I wonder."
Taking a step back as he pushed off Karnac's snarling blade with his hateful mace, the Dark Apothecary created just enough space between them to swing that dreadful spiked ball of unholy iron, once more coming at the zabrak in a fluid series of strikes. Summoned rage infused his arms with strength that set his cold blood ablaze, allowing the black scaled barabel to surge forth with renewed aggression, carrying the maul through a figure eight motion as he swung it from right to left and then back again, swinging that heavy head from side to side.
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Post by Karnac on Aug 9, 2023 6:51:00 GMT -8
Standing there, locked in that moment, they tested each others strength. Despite his own impressive strength, Dragus still carried enough to hold him back. Sure, he might have used a single hand, but it still meant that the Barabel was no push over. Besides, strength was but a small fragment of a larger picture. Superiority in one aspect did not hold true for another. Everyone had weaknesses, everyone could be best if paired against the wrong person. And no matter the training, no matter how much one improves, a weakness, no matter how minimal still remains, even if it simply meant one was balanced and skilled in many forms, but master of none.
The Zabrak's eyes locked with the drake lord, taking in the words spoken by the Sith. Be the champion of the Sith Eternal? Yes, that was something that appealed to him. Could he push past those around him, become a member of the Council, become one who was only outranked by the Supreme Leader? In time, most likely. But if he thought about it and was honest with himself, it didn't resonate within him. Not like the idea of being this champion. Standing at the top and people knowing his power, that was what he wanted, not the position of a Councilor, even if they were the peak. He could lead, yes, but to hold that position wasn't in his nature. Send him into battle, wreaking havoc and chaos, that was him.
As if in responses to Dragus's question, Karnac pressed forward, his strength seeming to grow bit as he pushed the Saurian back. "Champion of the Sith Eternal? Yes, now that is something I can get behind. It lines up quite nicely with my goals." To Karnac, it wasn't the slightest bit odd to hear such praise of an enemy. Maybe in his youth, his ego would have said otherwise, but sense had been beaten into him over the past fifteen years. "Respect your enemy and never underestimate them. Always fight them seriously, even a novice. You never know what power they possess and what they could teach you." Those were Gavin's words. Even when taunting and making someone look weak, fight them seriously as if your life depended on it. Ego and arrogance only leads to ruin.
The moment the words had been said, the Famine Lord broke the lock before making his assault once more. The power within him surged as rage fueled his attacks. The Spectre could feel the aggression, each strike stronger than the last. He wouldn't be able to stop him with a single hand again. In fact, the sudden shift and speed of Dragus’s attacks And with the flow of his strikes, doing so wouldn't grant him an advantage but possible leave him open as it forced him on the defensive, barely able to adjust his blade to deflect the attacks.. Sparks flew around them as Karnac worked to keep the blows away, taking a step back with each assault. But he wasn't all about head on attacks and brute strength. There was a bit of grace within him, a mind to use his opponent's energy against him. The strikes came, the second, the third, the fourth. It was the fifth, deflection that Karnac used the building power, letting the impact and deflection push his own momentum as he spun around, his right shoulder leading the flow. As he went he dropped down and pushed himself forward with his left foot to come up beside Dragus, his saber hand coming around, the pommel of the hilt aimed to impact his lower back.
HIs momentum would continue one from that, his leg coming around in a rapid sweep in attempt to take out the lizard's legs from behind.
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Post by Dragus on Aug 11, 2023 7:26:40 GMT -8
A flare of exquisite pain erupted from the small of the Famine Lord's back as the rigid pommel of Karnac's lightsaber hilt impacted the saurian Sith's scaled backside just above his tail. Unfortunately the masochist didn't have long to enjoy it, as the next thing he knew his legs were swept up from underneath him, causing him to fall backwards onto the bloody sands of the sparring pit. "Oof!" Dragus gasped, as the wind was knocked out of him the moment he struck the floor, causing his red right eye to widen in surprise as his lungs struggled to suck in a breath. Before his opponent could capitalize on the moment, the Blood Wyrm's tail spike punched into the sandy floor, kicking up gritty particles as it buried its serrated head. His additional appendage quickly coiled like a spring, then exploded into motion, flinging the Dark Apothecary from the ground as his body spun several feet off to the side, creating distance between the two.Spinning horizontally through the air, somehow the surprisingly agile draconian got his bearing mid flight, coming out of the spin to land on both clawed feet. His toe talons curled into the arena sands, attempting to arrest his body's motion, shrugging off the last of the momentum as he adjusted his stance and raised the malevolent mace held in his black palms. He removed his left claw from the handle for a moment to give his chest a pound, coughing up particles before he hacked another steaming wad of spittle on the sands by his feet."I am gladdened to hear it, Karnac." Hissed Dragus, giving the mace a few swings to shake off the sand that had collected on its surface during his fall. "A Sssith without ambition iz not much of a Sssith at all. But to be champion takez more than jussst martial ability, which I can sssee that you posssesss. A champion mussst embody the idealz of the Order they represssent, because every Sssith here will ssseek to emulate their example, ssstriving to follow that sssame path. A champion iz not only a weapon, they are a sssymbol. Your brotherz will look to you for leadership. On the field of battle the champion iz a comet, pursssuing hiz own courssse, az the Sssupreme One willz. Temper your wrath with faith, my brother." A sinuous pop sounded as the drake lord rolled his scaled shoulders, limbering up, before lowering his stance into a near crouch as he held his mace at the ready, this time waiting for the zabrak to come to him. "Faith in our jussst caussse, faith in the Eternal. The firez of faith will ssserve to ssstrengthen the emberz of hate you hold clossse to your heart."By now the Great Devourer's fiendish features were obscured by purple plumes of poisonous smoke exhaled from flaring nostril slits, his breathing now heavier than when the fight had begun. His lips curled frightfully as he snarled ferally, taking his left claw off the handle of the mace just long enough to motion with a claw sweep for Karnac to continue."Now attack. Thiz time like you mean it."
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Post by Karnac on Aug 15, 2023 7:08:33 GMT -8
Karnac held his hilt find purchase in the Blood Drake's back before pulling it away, turning and successfully swiping his feet out from under him. Though it was a friendly spar, Karnac was ready to start pushing, not giving Dragus a moment to breath in order to stop him. Yet, the reptile was quick in his own response, despite losing his breath. The coiled tail drove into the sand and sprung him up into a spin. A small ungraceful jump back was all Karnac could manage it such a quick timeframe, bringing him to a knee in order to regain his balance. And already Dragus stood ready, the pain inflicted upon Barabel only serving to fuel him further. At this pace, he'd effectively prove the core of Sith's strength as each blow would only cause his power to grow. At that point, there was no telling just where this fight would go.
The words continued to come from the Saurian Sith. Despite finding value and purpose within them, he couldn't help but wonder why he was so quickly seeking to encourage the Zabrak down this path. One would think a champion of the Eternal existed. Either this champion was failing and needed to be replaced or they actually didn't have one. If the latter, why him who was barely a few hours new to this place versus someone who had proven their worth to the order? Did he truly see something worthwhile enough that could rise to this or was it merely him stoking the embers to ensure there was drive and purpose enough to serve the order with no concern for whether he became their champion?
So many questions, but in this moment, he pushed them away for they didn't matter. What mattered was this fight, right now and giving it everything as Dragus now beckoned him to do. That was the core of his ambition, no matter where it led. Fight, grow, and keep striving for new heights. Don't grow arrogantly, don't grow complacent.
Standing to his feet, he lifted his saber up before him with both hands before sliding back on his right foot, lowering his stance as his left hand extended before him, his right with the saber behind. Based on their stipulations, one would think the fight should have been over, but such an outcome wasn't satisfactory for either of them. They had to go farther. Taking in a deep breath, Karnac began to draw upon the power within and without, letting his emotions rise within him, bleed out, and swirl around him like a maelstrom. It stood within the center of the storm letting it build as his eyes remained fixed upon Dragus who waited for his attack. It wouldn't be hard to tell for the Sith Lord that amongst the building power, Karnac was hesitating. Not contemplating the next steps and how the Famine Lord would react, but what to show him. Should he continue to fight and bring all to bear with strength and lightsaber combat? Or should he finish it in a single attack? What display should he give? The latter had a high chance to cause serious damage and death if he wasn't careful. He wasn't quite ready for that risk for this match. So continued press of power would be the display.
Suddenly the surging storm seemed to shrink as Karnac pulled it into himself, his power and presence growing dramatically. His was the Toll of Oblivion and Avatar of Chaos. He needed his presence to reflect that. So throughout his training, he shaped it until it became an overwhelming sensation, one that came crushing down and threatened to pull one into that void. For those weaker than him, it could bring them to their knees in a heavy sweat. Those who were equal might end up hesitating. But for someone like Dragus and the Council of Seven, he was still the weaker and though it might feel impressive, it would do little to them. Still, he would make his power known.
Suddenly, he stood tall and began to walk towards the Hungering One. His steps strong and confident, drawing out his opponent's anticipation. If he would be champion, He would make his mere steps something to draw concern or fear. He also let his mind reach out to Jonas. There was something he wanted.
<<Get it.>>
It was that was said as Jonas took off in a Force-enhanced sprint. He wouldn't give anyone a chance to think on it though. Halfway to Dragus, his left hand rose up above him as he summoned the Force around and beneath Dragus to surge upward, seeking to force him upwards in a surge of energy. Not a moment later, he leapt forward with great speed, his saber coming down in a vicious strike whether or not Dragus was sent into the air or not.
Normally, Karnac utilized Shien and Djem So as his primary form of combat, but now, he was using Juyo. It fit him well with the power and ferocity it provided and his incredible body and power granted him and great ease in using it, but for all that, the only reason he could utilize it at a properly high level was because of Gavin's training and teaching him how to fully control and manipulate his emotions. As he had with the Favored he killed, so too was it the case now. Emotions surged like a storm around and within, yet he was seen to remain calm and collected, as if he were a Jedi. That internal focus was the powering core that allowed him to make proper use of the lightsaber form.
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Post by Dragus on Aug 20, 2023 4:30:10 GMT -8
Karnac's meteoric rise in power was more than enough cause for concern to set the saurian Sith's guard on edge. He sank further back into his stance as the other Sith strode boldly towards him, purposeful but not arrogant, as if the summoned strength observed with just a prelude of the promise of pain to surely follow. Half way to him now, the zabrak raised his left hand, which Dragus followed with two slit pupils. Attuned as he was to the etheric flow of things, he sensed the storm surge of directed energy flow beneath him and gather there as it prepared to throw him up into the air. He let it, riding the tidal flow as the currents of the Force crashed against his fortified spirit and carried him off the floor, tossing him up unceremoniously. His body, however, quickly adapted to its predicament and spun, adjusting to the momentary lapse of gravity as he twisted around in the air like a writhing serpent even as his opponent leapt towards him with clear intent to cleave him in twain. Now spinning horizontally in the air, the Blood Wyrm allowed his bodies motion to lend to the momentum of the still swinging mace clasped firmly in his claws, angling it just right to intercept the energy blade hissing towards him.
A warrior king with a crown of thorns, Karnac's snarling lightsaber met the hellish mace of the scaled revenant, unleashing an eruption of blinding light and reverberating kinetic force that split them apart. The only comparison Dragus could think of was having a stun grenade go off in ones face. As the spots cleared from their eyes, the Dark Apothecary was standing across from his foe, chest heaving heavily at his recent expenditure of strength. The mad drake removed his left claw from the handle of his smoking mace, whose spiked head was now spiderwebbed with molten veins, its imperfections brought to the surface by the fight. He touched the corner of his lip, coming away wet with recent seepage of his own dark blood, causing his throat to rattle with a wet trickle as he growled. His opponents own thoughts on the matter were correct, of course, they were well beyond the limits of the rules they had set. To the same affect, the deranged draconian was also beyond caring. Flames wept from the cracks in monstrous maul's damaged head as Dragus returned his claw to the handle and raised it a little, noting that the only thing keeping the fragmented spiked club together now his power flowing unnaturally threw it.
"Do you know why they call me the Famine Lord, Karnac?" Rasped the reptile, blood bubbles brewing on his lips as his voice became distorted and the his presence seemed to expand as if all the shadows of the room coalesced around his serpentine form, blanketing him in the oily blackness of pure shadow. Even the light from his bloody orbs was swallowed up, all save the malefic flames consuming the head of the spiked mace, exposing the wraith at the heart of the dark miasma. The Great Devourer was offering his new brother under the Eternal flag an unblemished glimpse of his true nature, of the hollowed out thing that coiled itself in a black corner of his mortal shell, barely held together but save for the glue of malice and fear. From the shadows, grey eyes leered at the zabrak, envious of his vitality. Scars and terrible wounds crisscrossed the wretched scaled figure of Dragus, never properly healed, replaced by insidious powers at the price of a terrible promise. His scales threatened to flake off, shedding like shale in a volcanic eruption. Decades of long and laboured service to the Eye had taken its toll on his physical form. This was what was left. "It iz becaussse I take...everything, leaving naught but ssstarvation, death, and disssease in way of remembrance. I HUNGER!"
Sizzling rivulets of blood hissed between them from the Hungering One's steaming jaws as he snarled in the face of Karnac, the spiked head of the mace now fully combusted, its black smoke adding to the Famine Lord's shadow swathed form. Splitting from the dark cloud shrouding his fiendish figure, etheric tendrils curled away from the saurian Sith's backside, extending towards the zabrak like a number of ensnaring vines as they sought to encircle his wrists and ankles. A fifth tendril slipped his form, reaching for his foes neck as it sought purchase around his throat, while a sixth tendril attempted to slither its way around his waist. Six oily tentacles of shadow, formed from the Dark Apothecary's sorcerous ways, each the embodiment of the Famine Lord's Force Drain ability. Not only did they seek to entangle and restrain, but also to leach away all that delicious strength.
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Post by Karnac on Aug 22, 2023 6:34:55 GMT -8
Even with the surge of Force sending Dragus into the air, the drake never lost control of his focus or position. The moment Karnac made his move to strike, the Famine Lord was in position, bringing the mace up to block his attack. The strength and power infuse into the attack from both weapons brought for the blinding light blocking their view for an instant. The impact forced them apart as they landed, though in that moment, the Zabrak didn't press the attack, his own senses slightly distorted that if he went straight in, his senses would be blinded, if even for a moment, allowing himself to be open to Dragus's assault.
As his vision and senses returned, he could see the Blood Drake's heavy breath and the damaged mace, evidence that when it came to pure strength, Karnac would win nearly every time. Yet, he was smart enough to know that pure strength didn't define true power. It came in many forms, some in which couldn't even be comprehended. SUch a reality soon came to pass as the Saurian spoke, his power begin to rise, shifting and twisting the air around him. He could feel the power from the Council member, see what it was doing to him. Was this merely just the true appearance of his body, twisted, deformed, and broken because of the Dark-side? Or was he similar to an old Sith, Darth Scion, mostly a corpse held together by his own hatred? He suspected the former, though whatever the case, if he was to make a move, it had to be now before Dragus could reach the peak of his power.
And so, channeling his power, he darted forth, blade ready to come around and slice the dragon from the midsection. Yet, he advanced was halted with a slide, the tendrils stretching out from his opponent towards him. He didn't know what manner of ability was being unleashed, only that he couldn't allow them to touch. Quick was his retreat, though not quick enough. While a tendril aiming for his arm didn't latch on, it grazed his wrist lightly and he immediately felt a bit of his power unwillingly escape his body. That sole exhibit defined the reality that was to come. Bringing his left hand over to his right, he swiped out in front of him, unleashing a wave of Force energy at the tendrils. He didn't know to what extent this power existed. There were many iterations of the ability of Force Drain. He may have lost power, but if these tendrils got hold of him, there was no telling what they could truly do. Even more was if they could even be deflected or if his attack would be useless in the long run. He assumed the latter and began to prepare.
With each touch of his foot among the sands, he kept moving, seeking to stay out of the tendrils grasp. He had to assume they could go anywhere in the arena and could move quickly. As such, getting in close for an attack was likely impossible without falling into his grasp. He had only a single chance, a destructive move that could cover the area in which they fought. And with that in mind, he began pulling together everything he could, taking for himself that Dragus hadn't already taken. This attack would bring either victory or defeat for he'd have to bring himself to a stop to unleash it, allowing the tendrils to catch him. With the marvel of a power that Dragus displayed, it showed the separation of power, one that couldn't easily be overcome. If he won, his reputation would grow. If he lost, it would merely be a humbling experience to learn from for the future, without doing anything to harm his reputation currently. Overall, a win-win in his mind.
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Post by Dragus on Aug 25, 2023 6:49:03 GMT -8
That one little taste was all it took to awaken the insatiable creature the Famine Lord kept caged inside, shackled to the hollow place where his soul should be, but instead... Ghastly grey orbs leered in their sockets like pale lifeless things, glaring at the fleeing Iridonian with manic vacancy, the sentience behind them given over to something more instinctual, as an insatiable hunger welled inside of him. Scalding saliva drizzled from his jaws in long steaming ropes as his maw parted further and his lips peeled back, exposing his rows of sharpened incisors in their entirety, gleaming in the arena light. The chorus of buzzing grew louder and small insectile forms flitted from his shadow coalesced form, trailing his dark figure as he took a step forwards, leaving a ghostly after-image to mark his passing. Behind him the serrated spike on the end of his tail shrieked spiteful life, humming in the air as its edges began to shimmer and glow furious orange, the ultrasonic vibration generator housed inside of it finally switched on through unseen means. Its screaming blade length carved back and forth through the air behind him as he took a second step, then a third. Slowly stalking towards Karnac as he retreated.
"Where are you going, Karnac?" Snarled the Great Devourer as the flaming head of his mace cast a fiendish pall over his ghoulified features, more wraith than their usual draconian self. Flickers of flame leapt from each sizzling drop of spittle fallen from his fangs, like molten rivulets of copper, leaving smoking puddles with every cursed step. "Ssstand ssstill ssso I can eat you!"
Writhing with animate fury now, the oily smoke tentacles protruding from the Hungering One's figure clawed the very sands as though physically manifest, swiping and sweeping for the illusive prey they were always just short of. In this state the Dark Apothecary was more like an addict than megalomaniac Sith, fully consumed by this baser urge to devourer and absorb, desperate for another fix. Because of it he failed to notice the rise in power of his opponent, as Karnac prepared for some final attack.
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