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  1. Barohm Zar made one final attempt. Forever...I love you... He was fully reassured that Brook could handle herself. Whether or not she returned to the Sith, it was not certain, but, he was confident that she could raise that child to be a mighty warrior someday...when she would decide to show herself again. She was a strong woman and he was proud to have been hers. His breathing became shallow. He addressed Raynuk. "Kill it...and you shall be a Master of the Dark Side." He nodded to the others, having no energy for a thank you. His body began to twitch and rithe in discomfort. He surged himself and screamed now a shriek that pierced the ears of those nearby. His white spirit uprose itself from his body and twirled up into the air disapearing forever. His body fell completly limp and the flowers around him wilted to one side. Everything is meant to die one day. Nothing gold ever stays. And so it came that the Sith Master had been slain mercilessly. His body was at peace and his mind as well. He was never to return with the living again. And so a final chapter in the saga of Star Wars has been closed. OOC: Farewell to all who made my RPing here a success, I had much fun, catch y'all on AIM. (Check back Community tomorrow for my goodbye).
  2. Barohm Zar coughed again, trying to listen carefully to the words of his wife. "A boy?" The other turned around looking bewildered about him wondering who he was talking to. He ignored him -- he was too happy now to care what they thought of him. "A baby boy? No name...?" He thought long and hard. Naming a child...it was a long process...but he had just the name. Even though he had come to hate the previous bearer he realized that it had been his fault, his undoing, and that it was only right, that the son he had driven to his own death, should be reborn. "Name him...Name him Viano...Viano Migueles..." He choked again, this time he was really slipping... It is almost over my love...I can no longer hold on...this is it...my spirit will not return for a long time...if ever at all...I love you....
  3. Another cough of blood. It seemed as if death this time wanted to slow everything down so Barohm Zar could see what he had tried so hard to destroy -- life. "For a Jedi..." Cough. "You weren't so bad..." He paused. "I defeated -- ... the Carnifex--...but this remains...after that..victory might be..assu-red..." He was waiting for his final moments...a final sign that he could rest in peace forever.
  4. Barohm Zar sent a force message to Vile. I am not dead yet you fool...that was discipline on the upper levels...the others will not be so nice to you... He looked at Tarrian. Ah...but ... it is hapenning... And then to Raynuk. "If you ... can...defeat this....you shall be ... made....a sith...mast-" He coughed up blood unable to finish that statement.
  5. OOC: Kraken's actions have been okayed by me, no need to call in mods. Impede, just leave the site already if you can't stand us...it wasn't your writing, it was your lack of thought process, horrible attitude, and just plain stupidity that made people act like asses to you. Have fun on your leave. IC: The bone sword plunged deep and popped out the other end of Barohm Zar's body. Blood started to pour profusely down his chin and out of his mouth all over his body. He started to go in shock and started to shake violently. The giant creature threw him to the ground and looked at him. It seemed to laugh as the mighty Sith Lord looked at it almost with tears welling up in his eyes. I said it's okay...letting go...time to leave....you all... His body was a mangled mess. Patches of skin everywhere missing and now this new hole that had ripped through every single layer of tissue upon his body. This is it... He concentrated and sent out a message to Brook. Tis over my love...raise our son...make him stron--.... Barohm Zar finally started to see less and his pain was subsiding as the shock kicked in. He stared up at Tarrian and Raynuk's faces while he clutched his stomach.
  6. Barohm Zar looked at Tarrian and Raynuk. His senses started to go off in a frenzy. "Something big is coming...very...very...soon..."
  7. Barohm Zar screamed, his pure flesh was fizzling in the blood of the Carnifex. Big...mist...ake... He put in a final stab and let himself fall from the Carapace with that saber in hand. The result was that the saber blade itself had driven a hole about three quarters around the neck of the Carnifex. When he landed he called back his faithful weapon to its rightful place using the force and ran through the forest and the brush as the Carnifex died slowly in its own acidic blood that had been spewn all over the place. Barohm Zar ran, and ran faster through the woods to where he could feel one of his allies in battle. "Ranyuk..." he murmured softly as he arrived in the clearing. He stopped and looked at the man who was waging war against many a Gaunt. Barohm Zar stood and tried to heal himself in the ways that he could...he had patches of skin missing on sections of his chest, back, and on the arm that had been holding his saber. Even parts of his cheek and legs had not been able to escape the wrath of highly acidic blood. "It's dead...we have nothing much left to worry bout except...winning..." He looked at Raynuk with a glossy look in his eyes and stared down a Gaunt whom promptly ran away. Barohm Zar smiled. "I will help you the best I can..." It was then that he stood back to back with Raynuk, twin sabers out and glaring down those bugs for they both stood tall, ready to defend each other to the very death.
  8. Barohm Zar lifted his lightsaber out of the Carnifex's back. He gets up quickly and scrambles to the neck area where he plunges it through a soft part of the carapace with as much strength as he can muster. Die...
  9. Barohm Zar was getting the hang of it. He had previously used the cloak as a decoy to try and distract the Carnifex, and it had been promptly split into many thousands of pieces. He was tiring quickly...the master of the dark side at least. The carnifex seemed like a ridiculous excuse for a bug...it was slow in it's movement...but what it lacked in speed it made up for in strength. It had dealt more pain and suffering to him than he had dealt or dared to deal to any being. I better end this soon...I need ... an illusion... Taking advantage of the fact that the Carnifex was ridiculously stupid he created a small illusion of himself with the force. With the back of the giant monstrosity in front of him, Barohm Zar lept up, and hinged himself onto the carapace. He relit up his lightsaber and plunged into the bug's back, listening as the carapace was being burned little by little by the lightsaber.
  10. OOC: Impede, I give my advice to RPers usually when I find them having some trouble. You my friend are in dire trouble. I will give you some advice. Take some creative writing courses, grow up, and come back here. You can't even handle a regular RP environment, what the hell, your posts make me laugh so much I just ignore them, you're not making anyone have fun, just pissing them off.
  11. OOC: Impede...no padawan can heal that fast, no you have no lightsabers, and that was an OHK...Chrissie will be here very soon...you are a very sore loser, and I can't stand reading these ludicrous posts...cut the crap out please for all of our sakes.
  12. OOC: That is fine, Impede knows my motives. He had made another post before this and I could see disaster coming if I allowed him to be in the same breathable space as me...I appreciate it Piccolo...
  13. BZ shot a glare at Impede and shot out a bolt of lightning in the barely Apprentice's stomach. Impede flew back and hit a somewhat brick wall. He was now unconscious from the blow and could not interract in this battle. "You would only prevent me from getting close to winning...I cannot have you stand in my way."
  14. SLAM! Barohm Zar went down again. His left shoulder was badly scraped up and he had lost whatever little ground he had gained on the bug. He stood up again. Never give up...never surrender...heh...easier said than done... He looked at the giant bug which was four feet taller than him. Pesticides won't work on you will it... He held up a single hand and shot forth a burst of force lightning into the bug. The creature seemed to chuckle and turn itself around, letting its carapace absorb the lightning damage. It came back for an offensive - Barohm Zar jumped out of the way. Not...good...
  15. As he walked into the city he felt the darkness stir around him and the trees suddenly exploded with life. Birds and all sorts of aviary creatures flew out from above the treetops, fleeting in every direction. What the..?-- A very large force...more like an arm, slammed into Barohm Zar's time before he had had the chance to react. It sent him across the ground, skidding on his own side and his own right arm right into another building. He winced and stood up slowly, his right arm now scratched up, but he did not let it bother him. "What in the world...I did not just get out of getting healed by a Jedi, to be hurt so soon after..." He heard some sort of battle cry and he looked up at the mass in front of him. It was four times his side and was brightly colored and adorned with a different carapace from his friends. The bug was enormous and BZ more or less knew that his problems were just beginning. No one had yet to arrive in this part of the city. The bug raised his mammoth talon and went to slam down near BZ. Instead of hitting the black robed Sith Master, the claw went through part of a building, slicing that section straight through. Barohm Zar could feel the wind from the movement and brushed aside the dust and small shrapnel debris from his cloak. As he readied himself for a long and arduous fight, he tossed down his black cloak revealing an exposed upper torso to his opponent. A lightsaber ignited with a snap hiss - the crimson blade protruding from it's metal chambers. The bug raised another talon and slashed straight at BZ. He jumped over this last talon and flipped near the carapace, taking a deadly shot with his lightsaber at the hard cover. Nothing. Not even a scratch. And then once again he was on the ground, the giant arm having brushed him aside again into the concrete floors of the city. He rose slowly in a defensive posture - the first one he had assumed in a long while. "Oh...shit..."
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