Nhagathul

[Vladimir Faust]

Faust returns to the dark city, the seed of dissention removed. Stepping out of his ship, he wonders if things will proceed now.

[Crimson Morpheus]

*The foundations of the city shake and reality itself distorts as Nhagathul prepares itself for the ritual to come. A black spire erupts from the ground, lifting the Chosen skyward and piercing the heavens, cause them to bleed upon the city. The blood is captured in a giant brass cauldron atop the spire, swhirling and bubbling of its own accord. The city speaks...*

 

Partake of this and you will partake of my agony and wrath. The hate of countless billions will flow through your veins, and you shall become vile and cruel.

 

*Tendrils of blood rise from the cauldron and seize the chosen by their heads. They force open their jaws and violate the chosen, blood and ichor ramming down their throats. The chosen collapse and writhe in glorious pain, their bodies and minds changing for each in a unique way. When the ritual is finished, the Chosen look up in unison, hate burning so greatly in their eyes that it can be seen as blue flames.*

[Lord Ar-Pharazon]

An elaborate ceremoney indeed. The spire of unholy energy was a great spectacle. Ar-Pharazon could feel the souls cream as the hate flowed around him. The Eve of the War on Life was at hand. As the events on this dark world would soon unfurl, Ar-Pharazon made his way back to the shuttle. Ever an evil man, Ar-Pharazon was busy.

[Crimson Morpheus]

*Crimson Morpheus followed Ar-Pharazon to the shuttle, preparations had to be made for the coming war.*

[Lord Ar-Pharazon]

The shuttle carrying Ar-Pharazon and Crimson Morpheus took flight. Preparations for this Crusade against life were under way. The wheels were in motion and evil men were behind the wheel.

[Vladimir Faust]

Faust lays gasping on the ground, staring down at his hands. He felt changed and yet not. The burning hatred, their awful power, and the unabaited malice swirled about in him. It's intensity threatened to bring him crashing down, but Faust endured. He carried this before. Had he always carried it?

 

Vlad! Run! Get going if you want to live!

 

Memories swirled about his head, bringing him back home to the forsaken rock he was thrust on at birth. He could hear their screams... his family crying out.

 

Run! Vladimir!

 

I will not... Never again... I will kill them all. I will drown them all in their own blood. Never again... never... I'll bleed the stars dry if I must.

 

Faust lays gasping on the ground, staring down at his hands. A cold fire burns in his eyes, their intensity shining with blue flame. The chill and lack of anything human in them is more evident, the burn is that which comes from frost.

 

My hands... I have two?

 

He looks at his left arm. The mechanics and devices are still there, as is the ysalmari, but at the same time, it is flesh and blood. Rolling up his sleeve, he examines this new limb. It is a sickly pale, giving off a feeling of unholiness, perhaps a manifestation of all that Faust became, or all he may have been.

 

More than that, he could feel it. It cloaked him, washed over his body, covered him, permiating his being.

 

This... power... The Dark Side... It is mine.... All mine...

 

The force was still nulled around him, the ysalmari's power active, but the Dark Side infusion covered the void, filling him. Unable to act or manifest, but the Darkness was there.

 

All mine. Let the galaxy bleed. May systems shake and the stars weep. The War to end all Wars has begun. Great Darkness, I am ever your loyal servant. For this power I give unto thee my soul and my all so we may both drink our fill.

 

Faust throws his head back and laughs, a twisted, vile shriek, a chorus of unholy souls, Legion in nature. Descending into the blackness below the planet, Faust takes his ship, the Bhelliom and vanishes into hyperspace.

[Guest]

((OCC: You left before I could ask, so I'm just going to assume that the camp will stay. If not then I'll just add on to this post.))

 

*Raiden recieves new orders over the comm in his helmet. He pauses to asses for a moment, then lifts his head to look at Kaylynn.*

 

"Lady Kaylynn, I have new orders. I am to escort you to the Imperial palace."

 

*Raiden took signaled for the other two guards assigned specifically to Kaylynn to follow with them, heading towards a lambda class shuttle. Soon after they took off, making the jump to hyperspace as soon as they left the atmosphere...*

[Hutt Fleet Commander]

A Hutt Crusier exits hyperspace over the planet.

 

The evil forces of the Hutts request landing space. We have the equipment ready to go. This Crusade will begin soon. The Galaxy will feel our wrath.

[Fate Zero]

* Elite Shadow Division troopers on the surface of Nhagathul detonate demolitions charges and fire armor piercing rockets at all of the landed ships, obliterating them into scrap metal. Boarding their own shuttles, they depart for their rendez-vous point.*

[Guest]

* A small craft in orbit deploys a net bomb around Nhagathul, preventing all forms of standard communication and any attempts of leaving.*

[Nhagathul]

OOC((Nhagathul is preventing all Force messaging and Force related attempts to escape or revive(This includes Break the Cycle) regardless of the power of the attempter. While in Nhagathul I ask that you split into groups and OOC announce them so that I can assign Nhagathul narrators to you. I can guarantee that your stay here will not be uneventful. Especially you Nurgle.))

[Dartha Athanth]

Inside No-name, Darsha turns to Scorp. " I think we arrived too late," noting the net bomb around Nagathul.

[Guest]

Hale Akturus deactivates his lightsaber and attaches it to his belt. A shadow hung over the Jedi Knight's mind. Akturus heads back to the starfighters, leading Andon Colos and a few other Jedi; the Jedi find Warren Worthington next to the starfighters.

 

Hale Akturus is silent; the Jedi Knight stands to the side, looking up to the sky.

 

((Hale Akturus, Andon Colos, Warren Worthington so far.))

[Jack Crow]

Warren leans against his fighter as the two jedi walk over to him.

 

"Master Jedi, what is this place. It feels evil."

[Tarrian Skywalker]

Okay, first, there are no ships...

 

* Elite Shadow Division troopers on the surface of Nhagathul detonate demolitions charges and fire armor piercing rockets at all of the landed ships, obliterating them into scrap metal. Boarding their own shuttles, they depart for their rendez-vous point.*

 

Next there is no way to communicate with anyone.

 

* A small craft in orbit deploys a net bomb around Nhagathul, preventing all forms of standard communication and any attempts of leaving.*

 

Next, there is no force messaging, no reviving...

 

OOC((Nhagathul is preventing all Force messaging and Force related attempts to escape or revive(This includes Break the Cycle) regardless of the power of the attempter. While in Nhagathul I ask that you split into groups and OOC announce them so that I can assign Nhagathul narrators to you. I can guarantee that your stay here will not be uneventful. Especially you Nurgle.))

 

Now back to the RP....

 

For the sake of my not being able to post in all my characters this morning before I have to go and get ready for work, Since Tarrian and Blckclone are already fighting, and unless he has other plans she will group up with him...Airleas will group up with Hale. PM me if this is not acceptable to those mentioned.

 

The RPers who are trapped here, deceased are:

 

Raynuk Montar

Kakuto Ryu

Darth Searcy

Lord Impede

Hale Akturus

Tarrian Skywalker

BLCKCLONE

ZERODiablos

Keiran

Orrick

Neo

Nurgle

Darth Heretic

Darth Hatred

Sabertooth

Airleas Lianahan

Klo

Andon Colos

Darth Vauler

Xen-Que Poleb

Garet Jax

johnskywalker

Hou-Jo Poleb

Ara-Lai Kaipi

SithAcolyte

 

I bet all you Jedi who were told to stay on Hoth wish you had listened to Blckclone now that you are trapped here...

 

IC: Tarrian watched and waited as Blckclone stood back up. Hearing the laughter of the planet herself, she felt a weight upon her and her very soul ripped from her body. Falling to her knees, she looked around to see many others, Jedi and Sith doing the same.

Edited March 16, 2004 by Guest

[Dartha Athanth]

(But is a ship in orbit allowed?)

[Tarrian Skywalker]

You can not land, or suffer the same fate you will. Notice I did not mention your name in the list of trapped souls. The reason is that you or your ship never touched the planet.

[Garet Jax]

One second Garet was about to finish of a Jedi, and the next he was in an another world it seemed. He felt blinding pain, burning, his soul was being torn from his body. Garet opened his arms feeling no fear. Garet feared nothing, even whatever torment he would encounter in this strange place. He looked to find he was not the only one here. Garet's confusion and anger increased. He could not determine what had happened, and that frustrated him more than what was happening to him.

[Keiran]

*Keiran opened his eyes, looking around, he was quite suprised*

 

"I... I'm back with the jedi?"

 

"Thank the force"

 

*Keiran closed his eyes and began meditating, thinking about the torture he went though from the 3 sith masters.*

 

"That sith woman even tried to bring me to the sith! Thank you BC for saving me from that fate."

 

*Keiran slowly stood up and saw all the jedi around him.*

 

"I've acted too rashly already today, best to stick with DJK"

 

*Keiran moved through the group and found DJK*

 

"Master DJK, I am sorry that I jumped down to the valley all alone with no idea what was down there. I take full responsibility for the torture I endured. From now on, while we're on this forsaken planet, I shall stick by your side, regardless of what happens."

[Scorp Jedi Knight]

"hmmm this does seem to be the case perhaps we were led on a wild goose chase you never know."

 

Quietly observers wondering about something.

 

"hmm seems like it doesn't want us to land. Fine by me i have no need to disrespect a plaent that doesn't want me and i mean it really doesn't want me or you Back from the last place i stayed they knew of this plaent they claim that some where on this plaent something happens to people and that the never return." and frankly I am gonna listen t o them perhaps we should continue to orbit a bit and see what develops."

[Airleas Lianahan]

Airleas felt the change in herself, and decided to stick with Hale.

[Raynuk Montar]

*Raynuk had no chance to have seen this comming. He cried out, both in anger and pain, as he fell to his knees. His very soul stripped from him. The armor around him remained though, and moments later, Raynuk walked the universe as a specter. He was silent, and odly calm as he looked around at those, who like him, had fallen into the ultimate trap. He looked to Tarrian, a blank look of stone because of his helmet. He wished he knew what to say, or more importantly, what to do now. There had to be some way of salvation from this place....there just had to be. He continued looking around, trying to find an answer*

[Keiran]

*Keiran fell to his knees as he felt something inside him trying to break free. Screaming out in pain, Keiran writhed on the ground in agony. After a couple minutes Keiran got back on one knee and saw the other jedi and sith undergoing the samething.*

 

"Jedi AND Sith are both in pain? What does that mean?"

[Darth Dominus]

Nurgle awoke to the feeling of intense pain as his soul was ripped from his resurrected body. He saw others with him as well.

 

What is this place? Did these others die in the Valley as well?

 

Considering Nurgle's recent demise, he logically, assumed this to be the afterlife. And from the feeling and look of it, Hell.

[Zero]

"I'll never see them again..." Dhan-Jaroe whispered to himself. He looks around for blckclone. "I followed his orders, instead of staying with Tera-Lee and my daughter... and now i'll never see them again... because of the goddamn order." He was overwhelmed with the fact he'll never see TLK or Emily Jade again, and he was angry at himself for listening to blckclone's orders.

[Raynuk Montar]

*Raynuk pulled the helmet from his head, and held it in his hands, looking into the stone face of it. He cursed under his breath, and looked around at the Jedi and Sith who were now trapped here. He realized now that it had been a trick, and instantly he realized that Raynuk had made a serious...serious error.

 

He had trusted the Dark Jedi.

 

He cursed again, and looked at Xen-Que and Blackclone. They were looking around, looking every bit confused as Raynuk himself was. Taking a risk....He approched them, and began to talk with them*

 

"It would appear..that we have all been played for fools. Me most of all...I realize now that the power I felt was but an illusion of the Dark Jedi closing in on us all. I am betrayed by my own feelings, and right now I am clueless to what to do...I...I would be at ease to know what you think of this.."

[BLCKCLONE]

Raynuck approached as Tarrian's mental picture had hit BC. He fell to the ground. Flashbacks of a little girl, poachers, and his family being enslaved as he ran went through his mind. As he arose he charged Tarrian, his saber struck for her chest, but only caught a necklace. It fell to the ground very slowly. Time seemed to stop as BC saw the picture of the girl.

 

You! That is you when you were good. I remember now, you lived with my family. The Poachers, they took you.

 

BC stepped back in confusion.

 

I thought they killed you.

[Tarrian Skywalker]

Tarrian reached out towards the necklace to grab it from Blckclone only to have him pull it away. She looked at him confused, "I have no idea what you are talking about. I have never been to Kashyyyk. That is me and my family in the locket, and you should give it back. You would not want you clean hands filthied by the darkside now would you?"

 

She reached into her own memory trying to see what he was talking about and all she saw was a black hole where her childhood would have been.

[John Skywalker]

OOC: Ara and I... Considering our duel...

 

IC:

John took a second to register the pain building in his elbow, then about to yank the blade from his right elbow, he felt a sudden numbing sensation. It lacked any similiarity, except for that one time John's soul had been ripped away from his body on Korriban. Falling to his knees as his eyes rolled into the back of his head, leaving temporarily, one would hope, the physical realm. He was awake long enough to note the Jedi Master, Ara, do the same before him.

 

Upon regaining "consciousness," he found himself standing with his lightsaber still in his hand and the damn knife still lodged in his elbow, but it did not really matter. If he was corporeal or not, he could feel his blood running down his arm and the cold, stinging metal trapped within. He yanked the knife and turned a rather emotionless face towards the Jedi Master, a taunt played on his face, of Was that supposed to hurt? He placed the knife at his belt, it would be put to better use later on.

 

She was kinda cute, down to her little glasses and all. Giving her the once over, John had not exactly had the most active love-life for the last few years and the cute Jedi master, well yeah... John had two parts of him arguing, one was thinking like any sex-deprived fool would be, the other was still full of a blood-lust that if he held back any longer would force him into an animal rage. Deciding, it was safer to rely on the latter and bring up the former with a Dorothmir witch when he returned to life... Death, he had said didn't matter and this would only serve to prove his point, it was only a part of life... and life a part of death. So here they were... Experiencing one or the other, trapped...

 

He winked at her, smirked and then ran at her with his blinding speed. He brought the crimson blade down on her with aims on her head, and as he had expected it, she had her's drawn and parried the blow. The blades crackled as the swirling dust of Nhagathul ran into the beams of light, but he did not know where he was and did not truly care where he was, solely that he was dueling a very attractive Jedi master.

 

John used his injured arm and caught the Jedi master's saber arm at the wrist by pulling down hard, hard enough so that he brought her face close enough to his, close enough that he gave her a kiss on the cheek, but he used the momentum to dislocate her arm by yanking it out of the socket. What better way to play with a Jedi, than with their emotions?

 

He kicked her out of the way with his right knee that allowed him to snap her wrist due to her opposite momentum. Releasing her, after hearing the wrist snap, he smiled and whispered into her air as it grazed his chin away from him, "The truth, my dear Jedi, is quite irrelevelant."

Edited March 16, 2004 by Guest

[BLCKCLONE]

The locket glimmered in his hand. BC was sure this was the girl he knew on Kashyyk during his childhood.

 

This is you, you were on Kashyyyk for 8 years. You lived with my family. Imperial poachers came and took you away. The enslaved my family, I was sure they killed you.