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Post by Whill Shaman Erevis on Apr 9, 2013 11:47:10 GMT -8
The Shadowlands, also known as the Shadow Forest and the Nother World, refers to the dark ground level of the forests of the planet Kashyyyk. They are dark since the sunlight cannot reach through the tall trees and the rich foliage. They are fraught with danger, and are visited by the Wookiees only under special circumstances, such as rites of passage. Katarns and terentateks are among the predators that call the Shadowlands home.
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Post by Darth Ocious on Apr 22, 2013 18:23:44 GMT -8
* When the eye came to set me down, it was not clear to me that it was in fact daybreak on Kashyyyk. It dropped me in a forest, in the Shadowlands, wherein the canopy obscured the sky and blanketed the floor that I set foot upon in eternal nocturne. The inability to see more than twenty meters ahead was of no concern, however: as I stepped out, I could not withhold myself from laughing aloud with joy. *
[/u][/span][/ul] "Ha! Ha ha ha! It is so good here!"[/ul][/ul][/ul] * You must understand: I have spent the last six months of my life in training on Malachor V. Now, do not get me wrong, the training was quite good. In fact, it is evident from my mere appearance that I am at the healthiest I have ever been in my life. Bulkier, from the novel method of training revealed to me by the Dark Side, and faster thanks to including a regimen of running within the warped gravitational fields present on the fragments of the Malachor surface. Stronger, and with greater endurance than ever. It has been fruitful. But real atmosphere in your lungs, not rebreathed oxygen, is something to be missed. Real soil beneath your feet, not space rock, is something to long for. And I have at long last left my seclusion!
Before I knelt to grasp the damp dirt between my fingers, the eye had lifted off and headed to Force-knows-where. That is none of my concern; I am still just happy to be here, around life! After some time, I straighten up and glance about at my surroundings, checking for anything alive and possibly threatening. Not seeing anything, I decide to consult with the Force to determine which direction I ought to head to leave the forest. An inclination in my gut is leading me to my left-- although it is not clear that this is the Force. This could be nothing more a hunger pang. Nonetheless, it is as good a reason as any to head off, and so I begin to walk for some time through the deep dangerous darkness within this forest. *[/font][/ul][/ul] * There is no greater pleasure for me at this moment than to be walking so freely within the woods and enjoying the atmosphere of a terrestrial planet after such a long time in such strenuous conditions. The staff of my master is my walking stick, and my discs occupy the usual pocket of my cloak. I glance up once again, at the pitch-black expanse of the canopy far above me, the limit of which is unfathomable from here. Thyrsian blood stirs within me. I wish to see the sun. But even that is something that I can be patient for-- there is no need for me to hurry away from this place.
As I walk, I ponder. I am nothing if not prone to bouts of thoughtfulness. My mind drifts to the teachings of my master, and the day which marked his grave. Well. You know of the Sith, surely? Then you must know that it was me. I killed my master, and thought it nothing to take the staff from his lifeless grasp. It is a weapon of great power, you know.
But it is for this reason, too, that I seek the knowledge of Alchemists in the Universe. My master was so skilled as to be able to instruct me in its basic ways, but it was not long before I surpassed him in this area. He was a genius, but I am so much better at it than he ever was. Even I, however, lack the knowledge I need to bring about the end that I envision. And I must forge a better weapon than this staff in order to do so. This is my project, this is my freedom at stake. *
* It occurs to me to reach out into the Dark Side, with conviction this time. I hold out my upturned left hand, seeking to see the lines of fate. The mental routine to do so was forged within the recesses of my mind while I was on Malachor. Back then, it was incredibly useful to be able to see where to step and so avoid causing catastrophic damage to my body. The gravity conditions and the terrain combined to form a deadly combo. But that is where this technique was honed for me. *« Shatterpoint » * ...And the dark world around me seems to dim out of focus, and lines of light now trace through the space around me. I look upon them for several moments. There is a line from which I can read the number of years, to the minute, until one of the root systems of a tree will fail and the tree will collapse. There is a line leading out from my chest, branching out and splintering into seven different trails to represent the paths that I might follow from here (one of these, even, was a u-turn). And there are other lines, which belong to some of the creatures of this place. As I contemplated one of my paths in particular, I was surprised to notice that it intersected with another line that did not belong to me. How peculiar!
And that was the moment I became aware that I was being hunted. I considered for just a moment, then I chose to follow that line forward. Let me see, at the pulsing red intersection of these paths, what would happen. It would only be a few hundred meters away from here, after all. My feet paced forward carefully, making sure not to disturb the shatterpoints. I must make sure that this one remains where it is in time and space-- not for any great reason beyond my own curiosity for what it was that hunted me. *[/font][/ul][/ul] * I continue forward, following with absolute confidence the path laid out before my feet in the Dark Side. Oblivious to the goings-on of the forest terrain or any other creatures, for they were no longer my concern. Anything that would intersect with this path I am on, I will surely notice it. But there is no such thing. There is merely the glowing point, the shatterpoint at which I will find out what it is that has the audacity to pursue me. And so, I approach it, I stop before it, and I reach my staff forward, held in both hands, to prod the point. *[/font][/ul][/ul] * As I place the tip of the staff into the shatterpoint, I wait to see what will happen-- but I am not kept waiting long! A giant reptile fell from one of the treetops before me, startling me to no end! The lines and shatterpoints fade from view as, in an instant, I am brought back to reality. As the katarn falls, it strikes its jaw on the edge of my staff, and I feel bone crunch on the impact. There is a fleeting moment where I regret merely prodding the shatterpoint, instead of taking a full swing-- if I had done that, I would surely have killed the beast outright. As it currently stands, however, it is clearly still alive. And pained. And enraged.
My arms are knocked out of position by the collision between rod and creature, thanks to the momentum of the pounce. However, thanks to the unexpected strike, the katarn is in no position to attack yet, either. I release my left hand from the staff, and allow the momentum to carry the staff itself in my right hand around my right side, towards my back. Twirling the rod two times over in that hand, I step forward with my left foot and pivot-- then swing my right foot all the away around. This briefly exposes my back to the stunned predator, which cannot hope to react in time to take advantage of so small of an opening.
And then, my right foot is coming around the other side of my body, half-spinning me with it. This little footwork is enough to grant momentum with my right side coming forward that I can deliver a devastatingly harsh backhand swing of the staff to the base of the creature's neck.
It is a stiff blow for a human, and would certainly have been fatal to a person if it connected squarely, but this is no human. The katarn roars in annoyance, but the blow merely shatters some of the bones on its frill, which exist in part to protect the neck from just such a strike. I was careless. And having gotten so close, the katarn has me right where he wants me...
Or so you might be incline to think. But my empty left hand sweeps forward, and in so doing, I bend the will of the Dark Side into alignment with mine. *« Telekinesis » * I intend to seize the creature's limbs with the Force, using my Telekinesis to hold them and pull in the opposite direction that they attempt to move. Lock it in place, so to speak. The blasted thing has no defense against it. My combat routine has been so honed in my time on Malachor that this was in fact almost an automatic reaction. And, as its muscles fight in vain against the invisible force holding it back, I prepare the killing strike.
Bringing my right arm up over my head, I take a fraction of a second and a breath to align the tip of the staff, and then I plunge it downwards! Down, straight, pushed by an exhale cleanly through the creature's skull to secure the kill.
You should take note that the tip of the staff was a sharp point when I did this. But, it was blunt before, when I was using it as a walking stick. Curious yet?
I take a moment to wipe the blood from the rod of my master, and then I catch my breath, and walk away from the lifeless corpse of the unfortunate katarn that thought it might tangle with me and have an advantage. Maybe, if I had a lightsaber, I might try to salvage something from it. Like, perhaps, the skin of the creature. Katarn leather is valuable, actually. But I do not have a lightsaber. I have a staff. And I have no intention of taking the leather from the beast, because then I would be walking through this forest with a bloody hide in my possession. It is not a savory thought, to be sure. Lightsabers really are the best. *[/font] |
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Post by Darth Ocious on Apr 24, 2013 9:01:35 GMT -8
[/ul][/ul] * I have begun to wonder, as my path leads on through the forest, whether there is actually a place on Kashyyyk that is not covered by forest. And whether I will reach such a place before I succumb to the grasp of old age. It is obvious that there must be a lack of forest somewhere, actually-- there are oceans. I saw them from orbit. But the second question retains its validity.
There is no question, however, that time alone with my thoughts is a good thing. Moving meditation and such.
My thoughts are drawn to the nature of the Sith sword. These weapons are not unfamiliar to me, I have studied them extensively while still under the tutelage of my former master. But for the first time, when contemplating the elegant blade of cold and unforgiving metal, I consider what it would be like if I were to forge one for myself. Intuitively, I understand the advantages and drawbacks. I know how one must move to fight against the assortment of weapons that would challenge it. How to fight against a lightsaber, how to fight against a blaster, how to fight against a slugthrower, how to fight against another sword. I picture the feel of the hilt inside my clenched palm, the weight of its body pulling down on my arm, and the feel as it sings through the air into an enemy's flesh. I picture myself holding it on a cloudy day at sunset on some planet, standing over the mountain of blood-soaked corpses belonging to those who opposed me, the title Sith'ari mine! And daring any to challenge...
I had to clap my left hand to my forehead to break myself out of that vision. Foolishness! But on the subject of the sword, it was no question that I must increase my skill until I can forge a fine one. And, having pictured it, I am confident that I can replicate the feel. But the properties? ...That is a different question entirely. Naturally, it must resist a lightsaber. It must have a strong blade that will not be broken by other swords. It must stand up to pummeling from the Force, in case some fool thinks he can snap it in half with Telekinesis. And, speaking of the Force...do you remember what happens to a Sith sword around Force Lightning? It draws it in, and stores it like a capacitor. It can do this because the sword is attracted to the Dark Side energies when that technique is used. Or, you could say, the sword has an affinity for the use of the Force, and its reaction to Lightning is the way in which it demonstrates this. Since, by the Force it was made, through the Force is it made strong. This is why you will never find a wielder of a Sith sword who is not a Force sensitive! The blade rejects the unworthy.
My blade...I will make it with an affinity. But I wonder if I can design intelligently enough that it is not through Force Lightning that it demonstrated. I wonder, I wonder.
I do not really wonder. I know. And when it is forged, I shall be worthy of it...because I will have forged a blade that is worthy of me. *[/font][/ul][/ul] [/font] |
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Post by Electrix on Apr 24, 2013 19:21:32 GMT -8
It had been some time since Electrix had walked on this mortal coil. He was unsure of how long exactly. One tends to not pay attention to things like this when one is dead. But now Electrix felt a presence in the Shadowlands, close to his tomb. His shadowy form never strayed too far from his tomb, but he was waiting... Always waiting...
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Post by Darth Ocious on Apr 25, 2013 7:14:17 GMT -8
[/a]. And, as is the case with many of its kind, this terentatek serves as an unofficial bodyguard to that place. It was drawn by the Dark Side energies of the fallen Sith Lord's final resting place, and had stayed there ever since, nourishing itself on the Force (and whatever smaller creatures dared enter the perimeter). Tonight, like any other night, it was pacing around its territory. ?[/font][/ul][/ul] * It was moments such as this that I wish I had the skill to conceal myself completely with the Force. The terentatek? Yes, I found it. It is hard to miss, if you're anywhere near the area, because its very footsteps are sufficient to create small tremors running though the ground. I cannot impress upon you enough the panic instinct that runs through a person when he sees a monster of this size for the first time. Actually, perhaps it would be better to relive that moment? *
* Walking through the woods, minding my business, still picturing that sword of mine that I would be forging, that is how it began. The thought had just occurred to me that I could break into a forge on this planet, if I need to. The Wookiees are well-known for their mechanical skill, so they must have furnaces on-planet somewhere. But that is contingent on me actually learning a bit more of alchemy... *[/b] ?[/font][/ul][/ul] * ...And perhaps it would also behoove me to find an accomplice. Thinking of it, though, it is quite possible that the eye will come to pick me up long before I have the opportunity to do so. Maybe the forging process will take place on, say, Mustafar, and I in fact am only here for a short time. Who knows? What I do know is that I am not making any progress towards my goal at the moment... *[/b] ?[/font][/ul][/ul] * ...But there is no reason to hurry, correct? I am not relaxing, mind you; the ever-constant throb of my passion burns within my temples. What I am saying is that I have earned the opportunity to enjoy this walk through the woods, after that time spent training on Malachor V, so I intend to make the most of it...*[/b] ?[/font][/ul][/ul] [/u][/span][/ul] "...What the devil is that noise?"[/ul][/ul][/ul] * And I stopped walking when I asked that question. I glanced around. The thumps grew louder. Pins and needles erupted through my legs, a prickle up my spine as I became aware that it was converging towards me. Reflexively, I slipped into the Dark Side. *« Shatterpoint » * What I saw was a very large path into which I was about to intersect. A giant glowing red pulse not two meters in front of me. And I saw that my path did not continue forward from that point. I shivered reflexively.
I was just noticing the peculiarity of the large path-- such a smooth circle! What IS that?-- when the loudest thump of all erupted with a great boom to my left. I turned and looked. Then I understood why, when I used Shatterpoint, that the majority of my paths turned around and headed in the opposite direction. I saw what it was that was able, in one possible Shatterpoint, to end my life effortlessly.
Kill me. This enormous monster that burst forth out of the darkness could do it without a problem.
My grasp of the Dark Side slipped away and the paths faded from view. I fell to my knees. The monstrous terentatek. There was nothing I could do. *
* But it had left me alone. Did it not notice me..? Nonetheless, I did not want to try to fight it. What a worthless thing to do! Why risk my life for no reason?
Instead, I waited until the thump of its footsteps subsided in intensity, allowing it to get far away from me, and then I strode forward onto the path that it had taken. The curiosity in me had flared up to replace the fear. And, sure enough, I observed that there was a trail through the woods. A trail with vegetation trampled flat, a little bit wider than this creature that was going by. How long has it been doing this, I wonder? Just marching in a circle?
And I decided to make my way forward to see what was in the center, that was so important that this thing would just orbit it. It was easy enough to judge, from the curvature of the path, where the middle of the circle lies from here. So, with one last furtive glance towards the direction where the beast had marched off, and still wishing in vain that I could completely hide myself with the Force, I crossed into its territory and started trotting towards the middle. *[/font][/ul][/ul] [/font] |
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Post by Electrix on Apr 25, 2013 8:08:24 GMT -8
Electrix had of course noticed some time ago that a Terentatek had taked up residence near his tomb. It was feeding off of the strong darkness that Electrix's tomb was radiating. It was of little concern to Electrix, because in his current state, the Terentatek was of no threat to Electrix. This other presence, this darksider, was of interest to Electrix. It appeared he was heading to the tomb. Perhaps he could help Electrix live again... Or at least be fun to drive insane... Electrix reached out with the Force to speak to the darksider...
Seek the darkness, and power will be your reward...
Electrix was going to keep things vague, until he could decide if this darksider would serve him any use...
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Post by Darth Ocious on Apr 25, 2013 9:38:36 GMT -8
[/u][/span][/ul] Seek the darkness, and power will be your reward...[/ul][/ul][/ul] * A strange voice came to me as I flew through the trees. My reaction to what it said? Such a cryptic line, but also encouraging me to press onward, how could I react? I think for a moment and then reply out loud-- but softly, for fear of drawing the attention to the terentatek: (Hopefully, my presence would go entirely unnoticed, fading into the background Darkness cast by the tomb) *[/u][/span][/ul] "You can see me? Then you already know, don't you?
...We are already completely immersed in darkness."[/ul][/ul][/ul] * I continue my passage onward. Although I referenced the physical darkness that engulfed us when I addressed the unknown speaker, it is also true that I can feel the Dark Side around this place getting deeper, stronger, informing me of just how close to the destination I have already come. *[/font] |
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Post by Electrix on Apr 25, 2013 9:48:19 GMT -8
Electrix smiled to himself. This darksider indeed was strong in the DarkSide and was not new to its power. But Electrix had no physical body, and so, he had to appeal to the curiosity that inevitably engulfs all Sith... The curiosity for more... No Sith, as far as Electrix could remember, was ever truly satisfied with the knowledge and skill they had with the DarkSide. they always sought more, and for nearly all of them, that was their undoing... For now, Electrix chose to remain hidden in the DarkSide, but soon he would reveal his ghostly form to this darksider...
I see all in the Shadows...
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Post by Darth Ocious on Apr 25, 2013 11:36:31 GMT -8
[/u][/span][/ul] I see all in the Shadows...[/ul][/ul][/ul] * It was confirmed when he said this that his voice did not belong to this world. I listened carefully: there was no change in direction between this and the last words he spoke. But you see? In the dark like this, it was important for me to be able to make this distinction. Else I could be misled. Seems like this is the case; it would also explain the dark presence that I am approaching, and the terentatek. And now that it is clear in my mind, his words sound a lot like the stereotypical dead Sith. Always looking for someone to help them out of their deadly predicament. Well, to be fair, he could probably help me, too. Some mutually beneficial arrangement could be made between us. It would be good to keep talking with him, to see what information I can milk from him. The words that come to mind as the burden falls to me to speak are good ones: those that the Dark Side gave me while I was still in orbit. *[/u][/span][/ul] "Do you also see Feral Ragnos, the Sith'ari?"[/ul][/ul][/ul] [/font] |
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Post by Electrix on Apr 25, 2013 12:07:31 GMT -8
Ah... Sith'ari Ragnos... Electrix had only met the beast a few times, but not in a very long time. His spirit would be near his tomb if he was dead, but Electrix was unsure of his life status or where that tomb might be...
I have seen him. He is very powerful. But even He has yet to kill the light...
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Post by Darth Ocious on Apr 26, 2013 20:07:18 GMT -8
[/u][/span][/ul] I have seen him. He is very powerful. But even He has yet to kill the light...[/ul][/ul][/ul] * He is powerful. So, then, am I to understand that Feral Ragnos is not dead? That...that's very interesting. The other thing that strikes me is the implication that my desire is to kill the light. Covering the universe in darkness is not quite my intention. Although, it wouldn't be a bad goal after all, would it? After I accomplish my alchemy, becoming the instrument of total darkness would be neat.
Imagine: the darkness of the Shadowlands, made to cover every world of the universe. How glorious a thought. If any Jedi were here, they would want to stop me immediately. Bring it on.
As I creep past a particularly large specimen of wroshyr, a faint red glow catches my attention. Faint, yes-- but in light as dark as this, it may as well have been as bright as the midday sun. I make my way carefully over to the unnatural source of light, and am shocked to discover that it is the aperture to a large underground path. The light comes from torches bracketed to the wall of this subterrain, kept alight by some magic of the Force. I narrow my eyebrows.
I am no master of the Sense-type Force powers. But if I had to hazard a guess, I would deduce that this leads to the nexus of Dark Side energies that surround this area. And, even better, the aperture of this cave cannot accommodate the terentatek. All things considered, it is in my greatest interest to venture inside. *[/u][/span][/ul] "And you seek to kill the light, I guess? How do you intend to do so?"[/ul][/ul][/ul] [/font] |
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Post by Electrix on Apr 27, 2013 12:17:00 GMT -8
Electrix had no resources, only those of the DarkSide of the Force. He was a spirit, not a physical being, at least not yet. For now he could only guide those still in the physical realm to do his bidding... Electrix waited, hovering over his sarcophagus, still remaining hidden in the darkness.
Even a little light shines bright in the dark. To have nothing but darkness, all light must be extinguished. This has been the goal of the Sith since before Darth Bane. Darth Sidious made the best attempt the extinguish the light, but even he failed.
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Post by Darth Ocious on Apr 29, 2013 17:55:03 GMT -8
[/u][/span][/ul] Even a little light shines bright in the dark. To have nothing but darkness, all light must be extinguished. This has been the goal of the Sith since before Darth Bane. Darth Sidious made the best attempt the extinguish the light, but even he failed.[/ul][/ul][/ul] [/u][/span][/ul] "But, you see, that is precisely my question. If you are seeking to extinguish the light, and even Darth Sidious failed, how do you intend to succeed? Are you greater than him, and can execute the same attempt yet better? Or are you greater than him, and have come up with a method that he was not wise enough to see?"[/ul][/ul][/ul] * I trace my right hand along the cool damp wall of the red-glowing cave. Infant katarns scatter at the sound of my footsteps, but I have no fear of there being a parental figure present inside. Even if there is, I will slay it without incident. I have proven myself to be that powerful.
The real issue that I took to heart was this fellow who was luring me towards his sarcophagus with words of this nature. I do think that the notion of the entire universe being covered by the veil of darkness is a good one. But is this man one who is capable of doing it? Well, that is entirely the question, isn't it?
The path winds left and right before taking a sudden deep drop leading further under the ground. I take in the scenery, all the while putting great thought into what is happening at this very moment in my conversation with the man. Could this be what the eye had wanted me to encounter here? *[/font] |
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Post by Electrix on Apr 29, 2013 18:17:18 GMT -8
I was close to something when I was alive. As a spirit I there is very little I can do...
Electrix makes sure to materialize to the eye, above his sarcophagus. Waiting for the darksider.
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Post by Darth Ocious on Apr 29, 2013 18:46:46 GMT -8
* I drop through a small crevice that led into a large chamber, and find myself before the illuminated tomb of Darth Electrix. There was his ghost, hovering in blue ethereal glow above it. Finally, we see eye-to-eye. And I glance at the crypt. The inscription on the slab reads, "Electrix, traitor to the Kashyyyk Sith", but I am not literate in the language of the old Sith in which it is written. I narrow my eyes as he speaks once more. *
[/u][/span][/ul] I was close to something when I was alive. As a spirit I there is very little I can do...[/ul][/ul][/ul] [/u][/span][/ul] "Then what is the point? If you cannot do it, then there is no purpose to say so."[/ul][/ul][/ul] * My opinion is being formed about this dead Sith fellow. It seems to me that he must have been important, to get a burial chamber like this on Kashyyyk. But his words lack resolve. He is losing my interest, now that I have seen him here. And am beginning to see through him.
The thought strikes me that he might have been buried with his lightsaber. Maybe if I crack open the sarcophagus I might be able to steal it. As a ghost, he would probably be powerless to stop this. *[/font]
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Post by Electrix on Apr 30, 2013 5:38:52 GMT -8
Electrix floated down to right in front of the darksideer.
Do not underestimate the dead. We are not harmless. I still seek knowledge from Marka Ragnos and Sidious. Sidious learned to transfer his spirit into a new body and Ragnos learned to possess people with his spirit. I need to obtain this knowledge, but can't leave this place. Electrix motioned to his tomb. I need someone to assist me in my search.
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Post by Turlon on Jun 3, 2013 19:11:03 GMT -8
Turlon ran through the Shadowlands alongside his bantha Menshin, they both had long messy hair that was tangled up from being out in the wild and not grooming for so long. As they ran he focused on his connection to the darkside, allowing him to keep up with the Kashyyyk Bantha without tiring. They had encountered a few predators as they headed towards the Kashyyyk Academy but they were easily subdued. He had sensed a few spikes in the darkside every so often but that wasn't unusually around here."We've been gone for too long how much time has passed?" He said as they took a short break, Menshin just simply stared at him and then snorted out air. Turlon shook his head and looked at the wroshyr leaf wrap in his hand."Too much marcan herb Mensh." Suddenly, an Uller trotted by and noticed the two of them. It was slightly larger than Menshin and had a broken horn, with a roar it began to charge. Menshin swiftly got up and ran to meet with the Uller head-on as the two headbutted with a reverberating !-CRACK-!. Turlon then began focusing the dark energies that he had rapidly begun storing once he noticed the Uller. He directed the flow of energy into his fingertips and released it as Force Lightning into the Uller with both hands. Already struggling to get up and dazed from the headbutt, the Uller fell to the ground as the electric current coursed through it. His teeth clenched Turlon focused on his rage, on the nerve of that pathetic Uller to even approach him in a battle. He let the electricity flow out until Turlon was sweating and panting hard, the Uller corpse blackened and smoking."Serves...heh..ya right." He said as he caught his breath, Turlon cracked his neck and the two began to continue moving through the Shadowlands.
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Post by Nyra Rishtar on Jun 4, 2013 9:20:28 GMT -8
Nyra walked through the trees of the Shadowlands, using the Force the guide her. She had always heard of a powerful Sith faction here, when all of a sudden the rumors had stopped, as if they had just disappeared. Nyra had waited a little longer, until it was apparent that perhaps the Sith Empire here may have fallen. So naturally it was now that she decided to investigate. She didn't view herself as a vulture picking at a corpse. If there were any still alive she would more than happily aid them in reconstruction, so long as she received her part.*
*Nyra continued moving through the Shadowlands, though not exactly quietly or gracefully. She hated nature.
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Post by Turlon on Jun 4, 2013 19:21:20 GMT -8
Turlon continued racing throughout the Shadowlands, riding on Menshin whenever he got bored or wanted to rest. The Kashyyyk Bantha gradually began to slow down until he came to just a crawl. Turlon was lying down on his back with his eyes closed when he frowned.
"Why the hell did you-"
He stopped talking as he sensed a force signature somewhere close. It was stronger than most of the creatures he had come across on Kashyyyk, and after living here his whole life he had run into most of them someway or another. He cloaked himself from the force and leaped from Menshin's back, concealing himself in the shadows. He quietly approached the presence, hearing her before she had even come into sight.
'Hmm she looks kinda cute. And that's exactly the type of innocent looking spy the Jedi filth would send. I should just cut her down and be on my way, I have no time for nonsense right now.'
But Turlon could sense her connection to the darkside, he had heard of abilities ancient Jedi used to mimic the darkside's embrace. But those where probably myths and came from unreliable scrolls. She moved as if she was frustrated and looking for something, 'Jedi don't get frustrated' thought Turlon..'If they did they might actually be worthy opponents'. He reached out to her through the force, his fingertips lightly grazing the hilt of one of his sabers.
Who are you and what business do you have on Kashyyyk?
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Post by Nyra Rishtar on Jun 4, 2013 19:48:57 GMT -8
Nyra was just about to call it quits and go back off to find a planet that was actually worth her time when she heard the voice of another person, in her head via telepathy. Nyra's hands went out in a defensive stance and one of her lightsabers came off her belt into her right hand. She was not intent on taking any chances with random people in the middle of the forests of Kashyyyk. The sweat on her face from walking around without direction for hours in a way helped prove that she was in no mood to play games. Nyra wiped her forehead with her free hand, keeping her lightsaber hilt up and ready, in case she is set upon by giant Wookie's or whatever the hell might leap out at her. She was deeply annoyed with this planet at the moment.
I could ask the same thing of the other person out in the middle of nowhere, apparently stalking women in the woods.
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