Crolara, Home of the Dark Artifact (IC Location)

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#1  Edited By Venatoria

Hub Page can be found [here].

Thanks to @orpheus_knightfall for helping a lot with this one.

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Climate and Terrain:

Rain is frequent on Crolara, but when it is not raining, no sun shines. Light is provided by a "cold star," providing a dark glow perceived as "eerie" by many, but nonetheless illuminates the place completely. Much of the planet was once covered in forest, and outside the structured cities (many of which were created surrounding the Artifact that grants most adepts their abilities), several tribes still war among each other, their primitive abilities fueled by a seemingly innate connection to the planet's Dark Artifact. Many of these tribes have a long-practiced skill of "Flame-Gazing," an Ancient Art of using fire for clairvoyance -- or even to see the future. The first wave of young, city-dwelling Sorcerers are just now beginning to learn this ability from the natives, using it primarily for personal gain.

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Governmental Hierarchy:

A parliamentary group called the Machina are largely bureaucratic, and only remain in power through strength. To enforce the laws, brutal and efficient Justiciars are dispatched to punish the lawbreaker -- though laws themselves are sparse.

Technology:

Technology is considerably more advanced than that of Earth. Many of the more warlike alien races tended to congregate here, immediately beginning to compete with one another and quickly creating a mixing-pot market for truly devious advanced weaponry. Technology also exists for personal pleasure, with media and advertisement becoming increasingly popular. Medicine and education, however, are considerably less well-funded than that of their counterparts.

Culture:

Although murder is not technically illegal, most deaths occur in and around ceremonial fighting pits. Allowed weaponry and abilities vary from fight to fight, although losing and death are synonymous the world over. Home life is less warm, as most of the planet's new population consists of drifters, pilgrims, refugees, and those out to conquer. Family units are few and very far between.

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Adepts:

Crolara's practitioners of the Ancient Arts come in many flavors. Ancient tribes still practice their primitive magicks in secret, but among the new pilgrims who are just now discovering the vast powers that Nordok can provide, many disciplines are already beginning to arise.

Justiciars are a sort of police force, operating as legionaries and excelling at tactical combat. Favoring single-bladed energy swords, they work well in units and focus on combat.

Magisters make up the majority of Crolara's political structure and have abilities focusing on manipulation and subterfuge. Traditionally using "long" weapons like energy glaives are double-sided blades, they rely more on their minds than the power they glean from the Dark Artifact... which is why they hold such sway over the planet's ongoings.

Sorcerers of the Fell Star focus on the mysterious arts that the Dark Artifact can provide. Frequently unarmored, they carry a single, lean energy blade or none at all, preferring to use their impressive control of the cosmic powers that have come to imbue them. Foresight, telekinesis, and shocks of energy are common abilities to them, and in growing numbers they are becoming the mad scientists of Crolara, unlocking more insidious secrets about their ruthless power source.

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Marauders of the Fell Star excel in combat, though are less restricted and focused than Justiciars. As individuals they use any combination of weaponry and Ancient abilities, and their raw power is to be truly feared.

These, of course, are only a handful of commonly seen Adepts on Crolara -- any practitioner is welcome to go their own way or create their own style.

Relations:

Locked in a cold war against their Martyred rivals, Crolara's parliament has taken recruitment very seriously, happy to share the power of the Dark Artifact as long as it means there are more soldiers for the inevitable war. Portals to other planets are common and Crolaran Adepts are seen in greater and greater numbers elsewhere in the galaxy.

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Meeeee likey

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This forum needs more Rpg Architects. I like the start,solid direction so far.

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Who me? Cool dude. Like I said, forum needs more architects :)

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@orpheus_knightfall: Lol, I have the shout-out in there, this is just a placeholder while I finished it up. It's in there. It's almost done.

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@orpheus_knightfall: And finished. Streamlined it a lot, made a few tweaks to the nomenclature, some additions and subtractions. How's it look?

This forum needs more Rpg Architects. I like the start,solid direction so far.

*bows* Thank you sir.

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I wrote like eighty percent of this, FYI.

She gave you credit on the hub page, FYI

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Then: Sometime after the Black House infiltration

Nikademus gazed upon, with admittedly malnourished understanding, a weapon of unbridled elegance, of sophisticated artistry; yet visually nothing more then a metallic hilt. Never the less, it was the traditional instrument of two clandestine factions. Birthed from a tale who's fundamental components were shared by every civilization since before a time when the great ape, could artistically express his spiritual beliefs on the walls of caves.

Uncovering the legend
Uncovering the legend

Beings of immense power who were once members of a whole, fractured and split in two. Adopting dangerous interpretations of dueling ideologies. At the center of which their sacred idols ruled from earthly thrones. These recently uncovered Artifacts, these items of worship, capable of granting knowledge as well as destruction in equal measure, where an exclusive amalgamation of contradictions. An alluring enticement which had attracted the Xsoteric immediately upon hearing the unveiled history of the Old Ones and the Great Darkness. The birth of a new generation of sorcerers have taken this raw power and opened up the seals of interstellar portals.The exploration of aroamatic divinity of galactic authenticity was now an achievable design.

However, uncovering knowledge of these intergalactic portals, let alone the portals themselves, had been no small feet. What had initially started as a whisper, had transformed into the infection of an idea, which had then turned into an obsessive passion. With a mutated hyper-mind the mathematical mystic unconsciously codified every piece of researched information, locking it away behind a complex system of didactically orchestrated code. All but insuring a level of impenetrable secrecy that not even his calculating sister could unravel. For this was to be a pilgrimage executed from within the shadows, once again spotlighting Nikademus' character flaw. Though he never lied, ever, not technically, he did lawyer his conversational exchanges. Forfeiting only manicured variations of truth and guarded personality traits. He was after all genetically predisposed to the LeBeau Legacy bloodline.

Then: The Epicenter of Crolara

In an explosive series of aerial acrobatics, Nikademus elusively dodged the violent death slash of a monstrous creature to a back drop of synchronized cheers. Innovative structural advancements reinforced the modernized replication of a Coliseum as the foreign tourist, tricked and thoroughly deceived, exhaustively engineered a continual loop of stylish elusiveness.

He had come through a portal in hopes of studying the ways of the Weeping One, mislead into believing Crolara was in fact Na'driel. Even his purchase of a galactic sabre had been fraught with fraudulent manipulation. A lesson, tragically learned, as its attempted use had held a malnourished inauguration while in the face of certain death.

Through numerical observation a flood of mathematical probabilities took form and were intrinsically digested. In a calculated expression of backwards momentum, Nikademus flipped as the towering creature simultaneously swiped and missed, only to devour an entire portion of the fan filled stadium. A catastrophic collapse and subsequent panic as the monster, unbiased in his preternatural hunger, took to the carnage like a ready made buffet, allowed the injured seeker of knowledge to slip out.

Labored yet determined, the Xsoteric managed to execute a fluent escape out of the city and into the wilderness, before being overtaken with exhaustion and passing out.

Then: Unknown part of the Crolara forest system.

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Rested yet unsettled eyes suddenly flashed open to fall upon the peculiar premiere of a pygmy sized terrestrial, who appeared to be taking great joy in Nikademus' black-market forgery. "The Machina arent known for their willingness to share power." the tiny being said, waving the useless hilt as he spoke. The name was instantly recalled with photographic memory as the ruling bureaucratic hierarchy of Crolara. Nikademus had managed to uncover but a sliver of unsubstantiated information pertaining to the parliamentary group, but enough to draw his own theorized assertions.

"My name is iLi." the cadence taking on a grated verbalization. And yet it was another eidetically recalled name, this one belonging to a free thinking nomad. A radical Acolyte of who sought to immerse himself in a binary baptism of antithetic faith, a socialistic shadow driven by compulsive intuition to walk the line between both axioms.

Sitting up taking instance notice of his freshly bandaged wounds, "So then" diverting his focus around the meager swamp enclosed hut, "Am I to understand this is a.....self, imposed exile?" a deadpan expression guiding the Sleeper to lock eyes with his unconventional host. Before the stare was comfortably broken and iLi again proceeded to laughably swing the useless hilt, until........... !!!!!!!!VVVVVVVVUUUUUWWWWWOOOOOMMMMMM. An exagrated explosion of illuminated energy erupted with brilliant artistry. "I suppose we should consider indulging in a more productive employment of time......"

Now: Unspecified amount of time later

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With the never ending hue of the cold star serving as their backdrop, the Sleeper, with his pint sized pedagogue strapped to his saturated back, continued their wilderness themed marathon. Wet, exhausted beyond point of collapse, Nikademus was forced to dig deep into his well of mental fortitude. Deeper then he ever had before.

A man gets to know himself down there

Never stopping, always moving forward no matter the topographical opposition, when he wasnt sprinting he was jogging, when he wasn't jogging he was climbing or swinging. Utilizing modified parkour over, under, and across the torrential landscape. The only time a physical reprieve was offered was when the time had come to exercise the mind. Attempting to unlock a clairvoyant avenue, visions produced through the tribal technique of Flame Gazing. And while the Sleeper was indeed making impressive strides, survived his galactic initiation, the journey had only just begun...

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@venatoria: :) the thread(s) were/are inspiring. Plus its the Wars, gotta love the Wars.

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@nikademus: All these secrets...I feel like we can't trust each other.

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@arquitenens: I think he thinks he's protecting Abby. He doesnt want the aL'Shaytan to be distracted :P

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@nikademus: Ah, so we're paving a road to Hell. That's actually kinda sweet, but Reza already put me on the someone-else-calling-himself-an-Aensland trail. The time draws near...

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@nikademus: Ah, so we're paving a road to Hell. That's actually kinda sweet, but Reza already put me on the someone-else-calling-himself-an-Aensland trail. The time draws near...

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Admiral Levistus Darkstar arrived on the bridge of the Decapitator as the expeditionary fleet dropped out of hyperspace above the world of Crolara. No salutes or other traditional military welcome greeted him; the robotic bridge crew went about their assigned tasks in mechanical, efficient silence. A glance at the most recent readouts satisfied him far more than any amount of ceremonial pomp ever would; all ships, which included the Decapitator, two additional heavy cruisers, and the half-dozen light cruisers that comprised his escort had all arrived with impeccable precision, coming out of hyperspace simultaneously and already in formation.

"Notify the Machina of our arrival," he instructed the communications automaton, as he took his place in the ranking officer's chair. The ruling cadre of the world were no doubt already aware of their presence, but it always paid to be diplomatic to one's hosts. As the military attache to the Knights of the Fell Star, Darkstar was here to ensure that the wielders of the Ancient One's power were suitably supported by the military might of the Abyssal Imperium, and one would assume that this would make his hosts rather well-disposed towards him.

Darkstar was no fool, however. He realized that his appointment to this position was only partially due to his tactical acumen; the rest being attributable to his inherent resistance to all forms of magic. This fact would surely not be lost on the Knights; it was a clear statement that, while the Imperium trusted them enough to ally with them, it did not trust them enough to send a liaison that would be vulnerable to their power.

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#20  Edited By Caetus_

((Open to anyone. Figure there should actually be some interactions in this Star Wars world that we have instead of just a phase of accounts.))

The crowds had mixed reactions to seeing the pile of bodies continue to grow. Some, cheers of joy, as the men they had betted against were slaughtered. Others, screams of anger, as the Quiet Blade continued his work. Hair matted down to his head, the man raised his plasma sword once more, the rain making his saber appear to almost steam. The fighting pits of Crolara. One of the worst hellholes he could've ended up in, yet there he was. Had been there for almost a week, in fact. Barely any supplies, and barely any comfort. Caetus glanced down at his hand and noticed it was shaking, most likely from the lack of food, and grabbed it with two hands now to steady himself.

I can't keep this up for much longer.

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Minor scrapes and bruises practically covered him, forming a coat that sent waves of pain whenever he made even the slightest of movements. Tightening his grip, Caetus watched as the gate ahead of him opened, a huge and rather ferocious looking creature coming out of it. Dark it was, with teeth that were almost the size of his arms, and fingers that were as long as he was. It roared at him, and great hunks of saliva went in every direction as the monster started to advance towards him. Within moments a strategy was formed. Crude it was, but he wasn't there to look fancy. Raising his hand, Caetus channeled what psionic energy he had left after his prayers to the Weeping One, and felt the life force of the beast quiver as his own will was imposed onto it. Concentrating, he made the charge of the creature slow, and finally, it came to a complete stop.

"I am truly sorry for this." The Fool of Na'Driel murmured quietly to himself as he raised his plasma sword like it was a spear, before tossing it through the skull of the beast. It landed on the ground... on the other side of it, after having passed through the brain. Moaning with what little brain activity it still had, the creature fell to the ground, dead. The crowds increased in volume, and Caetus Wyn walked over to pick up his blade- raising it overhead to give an almost gladiatorial salute. "Who'll challenge me next?" The man asked aloud, hardly anything that the crowds would hear, but rather as a rhetoric, until his next foe appeared.

Ultimately, Caetus' plan was to keep fighting until either he died, or until they ran out of things to throw at him. At the moment any other means of escaping Crolara were minimal. Hearing his stomach growl, he stumbled to one knee, bringing out the amusement in the people around him as a raucous laugh was heard from all. Grimacing, he brought himself back up to his feat, holding the emerald blue blade in front of him defensively. I'll die here...

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Awesome work everyone! ^.^ I'm kinda stuck at the moment but will start doing some more stuff tomorrow.

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@caetus_: (Rushed it but I really wanted to get it out)

"I feel I must again voice my disappointment, for although I have illuminated the contradicting ideologies of the Fell Stars and Weeping Ones, your training is far from complete. Unresolved anger, it flows through you threatening to consume the balanced humanity you pridefully hold most dear. Return home and face Satar now and you will be devoured by your own fear induced demons." the gravel voiced iLi instructed. "Even now as you stand before me, styled in the trappings of a Fell Star, I can sense your heroic constitution, your love for your sister, your mother. Be careful that your code of vendetta does not erase that love, for it will only become an anchor for the Dark Artifact. Vengeance leads to power, power to worship, you'll cease to be the Sleeper and become the Dark Fell Star. And everywhere you go, death will follow." somberly hanging his head, the miniature hybrid knew he would hear no response. "There is a transport station not far from here." he said before suddenly closing his eyes. "You will return to capital, to the fighting pits. There you must find an Elder of the Weeping One. Perhaps he will further your training. Go now young Adapt, and never return..."

The Capital

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The onyx shaded ceremonial robe of the Sleeper swayed in his wake as he confidently deboarded a Crolaraian transport. His hood concealing what his mask had not. Unrecognizable, the Xsoteric Fell Star marched through the city until reaching the Pit entrance. "70§ to enter Sapien." snorted one of Crolara's more grotesque creatures and Pit doorman. "You've already received payment"Nikademus softly affirmed with a wave of his hand. "Yeah yeah, thats right, you already paid. Go on in."

Cheers and boos thunderous rocked the foundation as a creature roared, ripped, and snarled before silence. Paused in his observation of the carnage below, the Sleeper's attention was immediately drawn towards the exhausted Elder. Who, in his current condition, had taken to a knee. Arousing the primal pack mentality of the crowed as his weakness was mocked with laughter. Nikademus slightly turned while instinctively swimming the flap of his robe open, reaching for the metallic cylinder dangling from his waist. !!!!!!!!VVVVVVVVUUUUUWWWWWOOOOOMMMMMM in a brilliant piece of theater the artistic cylinder came to life as its vibrant crimson ignition burst into the ether, while its orchestrator vaulted from the cheep seats in a dazzling display of aerial acrobatics. Landing in front of the Na'Driel Fool in a single knee crouch. With his hooded head lowered he rose........"Whatever comes out of those doors next, we will face it together......"

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@nikademus: Awesome! I'll most likely post tomorrow. I love the Yoda archetype you've set up.

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@caetus_: Was hard not typing out the voice lol

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@satar said:

@nikademus: @caetus_: This ish is exciting. Mind if I jump in with a character?

O_O I thought you were Caetus loll nah man go ahead and jump in though

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@nikademus: I thought Caetus was Pyro, LOL.

@curve: Nice. I'll have a post up soon.

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#31  Edited By Atrocity_
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The always gloomy Crolara, sheltering all those vile Sorcerers whilst attracting more and more adepts to its devilish ranks. Differently from their so-called enemies, those who harnessed Nordok's power favored bloodshed and cruelty, it's as if their own quest for power had driven them towards the spiral of death, murdering all the way down until it's your turn to succumb. Those with enough power could only hope to delay their descent.

As the home planet for aforementioned Sorcerers, Crolara's murky landscapes were led by the rules of an army's unquenchable thirst for blood. Its cities clogged with the lowest of scum, bleeding credits right and left, a land of chaos and turmoil for most, yet a place of opportunity for others.

That was Atros U'xit's situation, an intergalactic bounty hunter known under the moniker of Atrocity. A ruthless lone-wolf of the worst breed, taking no prisioners and sparing no lives to get the job done. The hangar was soon a mix of awe and panic, as the imposing Trojan descended from the skies, extending its landing gear upon the pad. A petite ramp opened from beneath the vessel, revealing its immaculate alabaster interior. The RAD unit stood guard atop of it, scrutinizing the surroundings for any suspect activity.

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Within his quarters, Atros hummed some sort of song, tightening his bracers as he pulled both sleeves beneath it. Halting before a mirror, the Azluean waved his hand through the imperfections of his suit, wiping some dust off while straightening it. Gelid crimson eyes adjusting detail after detail of his bounty hunter's persona: blasters, boots, rifle. One last note and the humming came to an end, as he virtually picked up his trademark hat, gyrating it above his hairless head.

A swift gesture and the android drove its way down the spaceship as he sluggishly strode behind it. He had a few contacts around the capital, people who he would ultimately resort to when the overall bounties were below his standards. Perhaps even get some much needed new gear and fix a minor problem or two on the Trojan. A jocose grin crossed his face, he tipped his hat to the crowd as the ramp behind him ascended, sealing the ship's only entrance. "This hellhole never changes..."

(For anyone to answer, if that isn't already clear =P)

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@atrocity_: (badass son, badass. I dare ya to quit, owwww I dare ya :P_

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@nikademus: (You daring the wrong person, mate. Just you wait and see.)

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I think it is nearly time for some conquest.

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@admiral_darkstar: Need an extra pair of blasters?

I'm pretty sure we can come to an agreement, given the right... conditions.

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#36  Edited By Admiral_Darkstar

@atrocity_: The Imperium has the resources to satisfy any mercenary's greed, provided that mercenary has sufficiently impressive skill.

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@caetus_: @nikademus: (Hope that was fine!)

He remembered quite clearly, his time with the Jedi Order. He'd trained under them, embraced their peculiar, monastic philosophies on both day-to-day life and the Force, and once welcomed as a Jedi Master, Cestus grew disillusioned. He'd always been a student of the Force, a man whose hunger for knowledge exceeded his desire to remain true to the Jedi path. And so, Cestus Hadera's transformation was complete. He cast aside the Jedi way, dismissed their dogmatic focus on the ineffective Light Side, and opted to dig his fingers into the workings of the Dark Side. His heart was free from corruption, his mind focused on amassing as much knowledge as possible, from both the Jedi and the Sith, while walking his own path.

Born that day was the Rogue Jedi.. no, the Dark Jedi who was more ruthless than those of the Jedi Order. He held himself with a cold confidence, and wielded his lightsaber with a wicked swagger and stylish aggression that echoed his belief that there was no duel he entered he would not win. He remembered his arrival on Crolara. Remembered striding through it's muddy soil, feeling wet clumps of dirt come together around the ankles of his armored boots. He remembered having no cloak to shield him from Crolara's torrential rain. And he remembered gazing up at the sky, wondering why the clouds hung so prominently and thick, blocking out this planet's sun with an insistence he'd never seen before. But he'd nowhere else to go. He was no longer a Jedi, and he had never intended to become a Sith.

The Dark Jedi
The Dark Jedi

He'd arrived with the goal of becoming a renown pit-fighter. When he'd told a prospective fighter of his goal, he was mocked, asked if he truly thought he'd succeed. Cestus' answer? A tame smirk and, "Would you be surprised if I said yes?". Today he was infamous among the crowds. He was ruthless. An edgy duelist with a penchant for finishing his foes quickly and efficiently. There was no flash in what he did. His battles had always been quick. More assassination than fight. Today however, he was to engage two. And the energy all about their surroundings told him that this bout would be a different one. Striding forward, an ebony cloak draped over his lean, quasi-armored frame, the Dark Jedi's gloved fingers surged with Force Lightning, the air crackling with electrical arcs, his sapphire blue eyes remaining cool, and focused.

He did not know of his foes' identities, but he was calm, and he was ready. Striding through halls of metallic grey where white light flickered in cylinders on the walls, and the sounds of lumbering machines hung in the air, the Rogue Jedi reached for the pair of metal hilts hanging from his waist. Coiling his fingers around them, his ears perked at the sound of a distant crowd, their roars, laughter, and cheer. And as it grew louder, he felt the ice course through his veins. He'd never allowed his emotions to overcome him. In battle, he was in control. With a hiss, the doors, great slabs of metal, parted open and a pit paved in dirt greeted him. The irony scent of blood was thick, as was the smell of dead bodies piled together, the work of a dueling master. And not any dueling master, but the Quiet Blade himself; Caetus Wyn. For Cestus, this was an honor.

The opportunity to experience the legendary Wyn's skill was one he could not dismiss. But then, then his eyes caught sight of his second opponent; a masked enigma whose dark robes lent to a mystifying flair that both disarmed and intrigued. Smoothly, Cestus adopted the dual-wielding stance of his self-taught Form Vlll: Hadera lightsaber style, and with a distinctive hum and azure glow, his lightsaber's energy blades came alive and with a glare he dared his foes to come forward.

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This is awesome!

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@cestus: @nikademus ((Firstly, what look are you rockin'? I don't recognize that from anywhere. Secondly, I'm going to mainly be sticking to Joygirl's terminology, so... sorry for any confusion.))

The first key to a battle is a clear mind. Words rang through the mind of the old Ranger about his craft, as the doors ahead of him slowly opened. Caetus recognized the voice, the voice of his former master... rather, one of his former masters. Shaking his head, the Quiet Blade shut out all outside noise- the laughter, the yells, the cries of gamblers that lost their bets. There was only the sense of those around him. The life forms that drowned out all other signs of life, the sheer amount of power that came from in front of him...

And beside him. Caetus did not get a good look at the man who had decided to jump into the match so hastily, but from what he did see made him uneasy. Robes of ebony, yet a blade of crimson. Most of the Adepts there on Crolara used equipment like that, and the Adepts of Na'Driel and Crolara... Did not see eye to eye. However, his words spoke true, as no sign was made to attack Caetus himself. Flipping his saber to bring it into a more comfortable position, he watched out for the person in front of them, a much darker force of energy emanating from them. But, then, even deeper down, past the dark exterior... A shred of light. A former life, perhaps... A forgotten life, by the looks of him now. Grimacing, Caetus decided then and there whether his foe would be allowed to live or die.

"You may fight alongside me, but be careful. Stay out of my way. Try to flank him, as best you can. And... good luck." Nodding his head briskly, he strode forward, pain still surging through his body from earlier matches. As he got within ten feet of the opponent, he switched directions- now strafing, and almost circling around what was now his prey. "Lightning from the fingertips? My, the dark ones know all the fancy tricks, don't they?" Dry was the humor of the Fool of Na'Driel, but still a brief smile crossed his face. Truth be told, the lightning set a tinge of fear in the mind of Caetus... Who knew how powerful this one would be? Even with the additional help, it was questionable that the man before him could be defeated so easily.

Nodding his head to his new helper, as if to confirm that they would attempt to flank his foe, Caetus continued to circle until the lone ally would be in place before surging forward. Even while injured, Caetus' speed was surprising, and he made a wide arc downwards, planning to cripple his foe by removing his legs. This would be followed by a variation of small swipes that, if landed, would give several minor wounds. However, if even one of them landed, Wyn would proceed to continue to target that area, swiping at it continually over a minor period of time, twirling around his foe like a dancer and hoping his new ally would do the same.

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this thread has more fire than the backside of the sun.

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(Wait, so can I use my fanfic "jedi" Kiro Mikal?)

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@caetus_: (I'm using Galen Marek/Starkiller from the Force Unleashed series. And no worries :))

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Is Jedi a term we're using?

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@_ophelia_: (I don't know about anybody else but Cestus has been a Jedi for months so it's a term I'm using, LOL)

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@satar: Oh, cool! I don't remember all that much from those games, lol, but that's a sick gif.

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A sorcerer named Darth Morte rises among the ranks of Crolara, his name was unknown before his training on this planet. The dark artifact truly has imbued his mind with energy and his desire are being met at the at the cost of abandoning his old useless life. Now he stand among others for the prize of glory, and nothing shall stand in his way or no one shall overlook him as he approaches or leaves.

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@caetus_ said:

@cestus: @nikademus ((Firstly, what look are you rockin'? I don't recognize that from anywhere. Secondly, I'm going to mainly be sticking to Joygirl's terminology, so... sorry for any confusion.))

The first key to a battle is a clear mind. Words rang through the mind of the old Ranger about his craft, as the doors ahead of him slowly opened. Caetus recognized the voice, the voice of his former master... rather, one of his former masters. Shaking his head, the Quiet Blade shut out all outside noise- the laughter, the yells, the cries of gamblers that lost their bets. There was only the sense of those around him. The life forms that drowned out all other signs of life, the sheer amount of power that came from in front of him...

And beside him. Caetus did not get a good look at the man who had decided to jump into the match so hastily, but from what he did see made him uneasy. Robes of ebony, yet a blade of crimson. Most of the Adepts there on Crolara used equipment like that, and the Adepts of Na'Driel and Crolara... Did not see eye to eye. However, his words spoke true, as no sign was made to attack Caetus himself. Flipping his saber to bring it into a more comfortable position, he watched out for the person in front of them, a much darker force of energy emanating from them. But, then, even deeper down, past the dark exterior... A shred of light. A former life, perhaps... A forgotten life, by the looks of him now. Grimacing, Caetus decided then and there whether his foe would be allowed to live or die.

"You may fight alongside me, but be careful. Stay out of my way. Try to flank him, as best you can. And... good luck." Nodding his head briskly, he strode forward, pain still surging through his body from earlier matches. As he got within ten feet of the opponent, he switched directions- now strafing, and almost circling around what was now his prey. "Lightning from the fingertips? My, the dark ones know all the fancy tricks, don't they?" Dry was the humor of the Fool of Na'Driel, but still a brief smile crossed his face. Truth be told, the lightning set a tinge of fear in the mind of Caetus... Who knew how powerful this one would be? Even with the additional help, it was questionable that the man before him could be defeated so easily.

Nodding his head to his new helper, as if to confirm that they would attempt to flank his foe, Caetus continued to circle until the lone ally would be in place before surging forward. Even while injured, Caetus' speed was surprising, and he made a wide arc downwards, planning to cripple his foe by removing his legs. This would be followed by a variation of small swipes that, if landed, would give several minor wounds. However, if even one of them landed, Wyn would proceed to continue to target that area, swiping at it continually over a minor period of time, twirling around his foe like a dancer and hoping his new ally would do the same.

Beastly! Will reply tomorrow morning.