A Trail Beyond Shadows - Hell In The Headspace

[Ruby Wilded]

As the Jedi closed in on the moon of Yavin IV. The Dark Lord of the Sith Exar Kun did the unthinkable. Chaining himself to a great alter inside the Temple of Fire. He had his Massassi followers slaughter themselves near to the last. Through their deaths he preformed an ancient Sith ritual. Severing his spirit from his doomed mortal body. As a Wall of Light cast down by thousands of Jedi, with the energies pouring from the temple intermixed, it engulfed the world in fire. Exar uttered one last defiant sentence as his body disintegrated to nothing, "My spirit will live forever". Thinking Kun to be dead, and his followers all destroyed, they left the moon to its fate... for a time. Little did they know the ritual succeeded. Not in the way the Dark Lord intended though. Trapped within his temples until thousands of years latter his spirit was defeated and banished to the Netherworld by the the Jedi of Luke Skywalkers Praxeum. ​

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Now one last surviving Massassi seeks to resurrect his master from beyond the shadows.​

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Ruby lay sleeping. Beneath the veil of calm slumber a violent dream raged within her consciousness. She was being chased by dark creatures through the jungle. Their howls pierced the night air with fear. Savages never before seen. Ruby stumbled through the root and brush to escape these monsters. Rain poured from the sky had turned the loose soil to mud. It sapped her speed but as the monsters closed in they didn't appear to be slowed in the slightest. Just as they were set to pounce and tear the poor girl limb from limb, a clearing opened up. Which Ruby fell into, eating face first a good dose of mud and leaves. Barely visible before her was a great structure. Ancient and foreboding. A flash of lightning revealed it for but a second as she pulled herself up.​

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The pursuers raged and stomped at the edge of the clearing. Ruby flipped around, crawling backwards in an attempt to escape. What she didn't realize for a moment was that they never advanced beyond the line. Something prevented them from entering this ground. Or was it of their own violation? Another flash showed far more of them than she thought to be chasing. Dozens more; more than that spread around the structure hidden from view. Blocking any escape. Only one path remained. Ruby turned on to her knees, facing towards the building. Something struck, of shadow, of fire, of darkness. It called out to her. "Power. Obtain it, crave it, bend it, destroy with it". Then the nightmare ended.​

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Ruby broke from sleep. Bouncing up from the bed with a yelp. Cold sweat covered her body and heart raced furiously inside her chest. The room was only dimly lit by a few electronics and the light seeping in through the blinds of Coruscant. Ruby slipped over the the beds edge, turning on a small lamp. She didn't want to be in the shadows right now. They felt like... they were tugging her towards something. A very strange feeling. 'A nightmare... or... something more'. It was only something she overheard from a Sith Knight once. Wielders of the Force sometimes have visions while meditating or sleeping. If this were the case, she needed to talk with her Master.​

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After consulting her Master, Darth Ferus. He tentatively agreed to see where things lead to. Trust the tug of the shadows, or Force he elaborated on. So Ruby did as he instructed, helping guide her in meditation to see what they could. After hours of trial she received another vision. From it she was able to describe a world of dense jungle and monolithic temples. That made it easy to narrow down to the logical choice among those fitting the traits. The moon of Yavin IV. Well known to the Sith. It was there the Master and Apprentice traveled. ​

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The two Sith's ship landed as close as they could to the structure Ruby described seeing. Known as the Temple of Fire to few who knew. Night draped the land and the rain fell just as she foresaw. What they didn't expect as they exited the ship, was the Dark Side the world was known to house to be so, pervasive. "Do you feel it Master? Like a thick fog. Choking".​

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OOC Thread

Anyone is welcome to join. Just play along with the story as it unfolds.

[member="Darth Ferus"]
[member="Darth Ophidia"]
[member="Zatten Black"]
[member="Keira Ticon"]
[member="Lorraei"]
[member="Xavka Duquo"]
[member="Naga Itesak"]
[member="Braith"]

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[Rapax]

Naga landed in the jungle of Yavin IV he could feel the dark presence of many of the Exar Kuns temples that dotted this planets land scape. Naga immediatly shielded him self from all sense's includeing that of the force. and started prowling through the forest heading towards the temple he saw in his vision he did not know why but maybe hed get lucky and find a powerful artifact or something to further grow. And he knew that these temples are useualy the place to be for sucha journey.

[member="Ruby Wilded"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

It was.. Interesting, to Darth Ferus. [member="Ruby Wilded"] had contacted him about a vision, a nightmare. He had never experienced such a thing himself, but the Sith Lord knew better than dismiss such implications of the Force. Without any sort of hesitation the man had set out for the planet they were to meet on, one he had lived on until the Mandalorians decided his neutral family was a bother.

A small annoyance, but not the purpose of this meeting.

Droid, his pilot, would be left aboard his interceptor, the stealth ship he had used to land on this planet as undetected as possible. Last thing he wanted was some bes'kar clad folks breathing down his neck. Fully clad for combat however, the man's golden gaze glanced about in the darkness. Within his hand, his glaive, Vras'jyme, a walking nexus of the Dark Side. It was a Sith Spear, to be exact, and a personal favorite in his armory.

"Yes, I feel it. It's almost like Fresia, I wonder how many died to make this so."

Fresia, home of the largest Alchemic Basin. It was one he formed, but he wasn't one to take much credit publicly for such a monstrosity, but he certainly wouldn't deny such a wonderful achievement. This place was thick with the darkside, so much so he was tempted to create another basin here. But that would only be a waste, given the Mandalorian occupation of the planet.

"Are you prepared to enter this temple child?"

 

[Lord Ajihad]

Unlike most of the Sith who would be arriving on Yavin IV, Lord Ajihad was a Prophet. As a matter of fact, it was this exact planet where he had gotten his name, Vi'kas Mirtis. It was phrase in the ancient Sith language, a tongue known by very few. Its translation was a morbid, yet fascinating title. The Prophet of Death.

Therefore, because of this gift of foresight, Ajihad's "dreams" would be a little different from the others'. The visions he had received were indeed prophetic ones. Technically, they were not visions in the literal sense. They were a combination of feeling and quick images stuffed into his brain in the blink of an eye. They conveyed a sense of ethereal power, something indeed supernatural. In fact, it was power beyond which the like of Ajihad had ever sensed in his entire life. Other than that, there were two images that he had briefly seen. One was nothing but an object hidden behind a purple haze. The next was an image of a location he was quite familiar with. The site of his former tribe on Yavin. He didn't know what it meant, only that these visions were to be taken seriously.

He was on a transport shuttle with his master, [member="Xander Blackmoore"] . He can consulted Vizios after having the vision, and they both thought it would be a good idea to investigate its origin. They would be landing shortly, in a dense jungle area by his former tribe's site. Hopefully this so-called "lead" would provide some answers as to what this vision had been about.

 

[Mythos]

Animus had been Looking for a couple of days around Javin, it was a normal and guaranteed place to find great archeological work that could be sold easily at extravagant prices, however, Animus was interested in them for private collections. Namely his own. For the last two days however, Animus was rattled with visions and voices that awoke him in the middle of the night with terror and Fright. Animus lay in sweat and his heart beating as he awoke with illusions of Lightsabers as white as Snow with a master Who moved with the speed of lightning and struck with the power of a terentatek. Animus was not phased by these visions or nightmares, however he was moved by the call to a temple in the far side of the valley.

Animus Traveled for Days through the Thick jungle side until he reached the temple, by the Time he had arrived and the days he had toiled in the outskirts he had a reasonable amount of Archeological finds to go home but this was not going to let him. Near by he felt a presence, the temple was beautiful and alluring, the waters of it's outside gate filled Animus' canteen and refreshed him beyond explainable words. Suddenly... he felt someone approaching and he felt a disturbance in the force.

 

[Rapax]

Naga leapt down infront of [member="Animus Malgus"] he made no sound when he landed and was quiet if he wished he couldv landed any where near animus without him knowing yet since animus was his ally he chose this route instead and grinned at animus his eyes where covered by his hood yet he could still see where to go as if the hood was not even on.

Jumpy arent we my young friend...... Interesting to see you here infront of this temple but i dont know if this is the temple where we should be or not.

 

[Mantic Dorn]

The shuttle flew low over the treeline almost clipping some trees as it made a sharp turn and prepared for landing. the blue emlbem on the shuttle door was lowered as the entire door turned into a landing ramp. Mantic peered out from the interior keeping one hand rested on the upper door frame.

There was something amiss here. Not only did the constant ringing of that strange plea keep reminding him of it. But he definitely sensed it as well. The dark side was present on Yavin and Mantic embraced himself for it. A few days, or rather nights, earlier he had woken up all covered in sweat.

"Help, the pain. They torture me. Help I beg of you".

A scream escaped his his lips as the nightmare had gotten him in his claws. He could not remember it all but those words. They were burnt into his mind. The sensation was physical and instinctively he knew the dream had been no ordinary dream. At first he had tried to rid himself of it. Meditating to cleanse his mind. But for days he faiuled and the dream only kept growing in strength. Mantic knew his position and had tried to contact someone to guide him. But the Jedi Order was crippled and the most wanted mentors and masters were spread thin. He was given the advice to keep trying to rid himself of the notion. Until finally Master De'Nar the wise had helped him to interpret the dream.

"A strong plead for help can not be ignored Padawan. Your duty is not to cure yourself from this but ensure that aid is delivered. Let the force guide you. Open yourself to the plea."
The reprimand was solid advice and Mantic had decided to do just that. He knew where he must go. He could not explain it but Yavin IV beckoned him and he no longer resisted its calling.

The jedi closed his robes tight around him and stepped out into the jungle following the small trail leading up toward the ancient Massassi temple.

[member="Naga Itesak"] [member="Animus Malgus"] [member="Lord Ajihad"] [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Naga Itesak"] [member="Ruby Wilded"]

 

[Keira Priest]

To say that Keira explicitly cared about what disturbance had registered to her in the Force would be an understatement, but that wasn't to say that she had entirely disregarded things either. It was simply there, and after meditating further she deemed some sort of investigation into the matter necessary, if just to put those idle thoughts to rest. There was something vaguely familiar about all that she had felt or otherwise witnessed, though that could have just as easily been attributed to the very nature of the ethereal and how these experiences often functioned. But it was worth her time in the end, and what resources she had to expend as well. Such was the price of her own curiosity.

This time she hadn't come entirely alone, instead contacting her apprentice [member="Lorraei"], a man she still wasn't quite sure how to feel about. There was a certain trust between them, but she wasn't exactly eager to test just how far it spanned. Of course, this little outing would probably do just that, if not more. What she had sensed had been entirely foreboding, not unlike the taint of the dark itself, one she had experienced personally. It was that she had meditated for a time or two on during the journey, at the very least when they were in hyperspace. It gave her something to focus on, allowing her to work through the problem in a constructive manner, but the aching familiarity of it all refused to cease.

Now that the two had broken into realspace she was once more about the ship, restless and unable to sit still for any extended period of time. It was strange, because she had never been one who had much of an issue with sitting still. Sure, she tended to jump headfirst into many things, but she recognized when it was best to watch and wait as well. This was different, prodding at the back of her mind incessantly, as if her direct acknowledgement of its presence wasn't enough to get it to cease. A quiet sigh passed her lips and she once more sat down in the co-pilot's chair next to the Desert Fox, staring out at the jungle planet known as Yavin IV that loomed in front of them. Alien and yet familiar all at once.

Her gaze cut to the man beside her as that canopy of trees grew ever closer. "There should be a temple ahead. That's what we're looking for." There was a brief pause in which she studied him. "Do you not feel this, too?" That could have been due to his general inexperience as well, but it was something she hoped would be at least partially remedied after this adventure of sorts. At least he wouldn't be entirely oblivious to what other Force Orders roamed about the galaxy. It would make for a good experience, and probably that of the more violent sort as well. Not that she minded, and it was something he would have to inevitably adjust to eventually. There was no better time than the present, after all.

Another aura touched on her senses, not one by itself noticeable but rather the fog many carried with themselves, it of a sort that was instantly recognizable. Kark. The corners of her mouth tightened, one hand falling to her lightsaber. "There's Sith here." Her tone of voice by itself should have been more than enough to indicate her rather bland feelings towards such an occurrence. "Keep your blade close. They'll probably want to kill us for meddling with their things, but that's how they always are." But this wasn't their territory to lay claim to. It was none of theirs, really. "Land near the temple and we'll see what happens." Hopefully nothing immediately life-threatening, but she wouldn't place her credits on it.

[member="Mantic Dorn"], [member="Naga Itesak"], [member="Animus Malgus"], [member="Lord Ajihad"], [member="Darth Ferus"], [member="Ruby Wilded"]

 

[Lorraei]

Darkness crowded his vision. Thick, choking smoke pressed in around him. In the distance, a light, his salvation. He struggled to push forward, the smoke so thick now it impeded his movement. His lungs burning with the need for fresh air but he dared not breath in that hateful, acidic smog. There! The light. His hand stretching out toward it, his heart pleading for release from the hellish miasma that tried to swallow him. His fingertips brushed that fading light and the smoke feel away. He stood panting, exhausted to the marrow from his struggle. Blood red stone lay beneath his feet, the air still and silent as a tomb. His gaze came up seeking the light that had freed him from his torment. A flickering blade in the gloom, a skeletal figure clutched it's hilt in emaciated hands. In a rush of panic he realized his folly. A trap. His death was near at hand. The figure rushed him. Too late.

Lorraei lurched awake, his hand thrown forward as a meek wave of telekintic Force shot from his palm. There he sat for several long moments, panting and soaked in sweat. His coal black eyes swept his bedroom but everything was as it should be. The silk tapestry on his wall fluttered softly from the small gale he had managed. Otherwise his chamber was exactly how he left it when he had gone to sleep. Tentatively his senses stretched through his ship. In the only other bedroom, one Ray had designed only to accommodate his mistress, Keira sat meditating as she had been for most of the journey. His outburst had not disturbed her trance. Good. Laying back once more, Ray settled into his bed to contemplate what had just happened. The same nightmare.

The next day found the unlikely pair skimming the tree tops of Yavin IV. Lorraei's AT-360 Light Freighter danced through air currents, the ship swaying, drifting almost carelessly as The Desert Fox flew. From time to time he stole a glimpse of his mistress, though she hated honorifics, she was his mentor. "Temple? One of those 'yeah that's the one' sort of landmarks, or is this something I'm going to have to hurt down pateesa?"

He turned toward her, a half smile visible only briefly before the wave of nausea hit him. Slowly, lest his sudden motion somehow draw their attention, Lorraei turned to gaze out the front view port. That was a lot of dark energy; hatred, rage and malice. All gathering together as Ray's ship continued to bring them closer to the temple. "Right. Crashing a Sith party. It'll be fun she says. Hang on tight." Silence feel as Lorraei brought his ship down in a clearing not far from the temple. He hadn't bothered slowing down much, resulting in a jarring landing. His hands danced across the control console, shutting down systems and dropping the loading ramp quickly.

"Welcome to Yavin."

[member="Ruby Wilded"] [member="Naga Itesak"] [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Lord Ajihad"] [member="Animus Malgus"] [member="Mantic Dorn"] [member="Keira Ticon"]

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

"Power. Obtain it, crave it, bend it, destroy with it".

Jerking upwards, covered in sweat as the harsh voice echoed through his head. Growling in annoyance at once again failing to get a good sleep, Xavka pushed himself up and out of his bed. For the past week Xavka had been having dreams and visions of a forest planet that he had deduce as being Yavin IV after studying the view from his dreams in detail.

Stepping onto the cold, metal floor of his room aboard his ship, Xavka shuffled out into the main room of the ship and walked down the walkway to the communication room. He had a feeling that whatever he had been dreaming about was about to reach its climax and it was time for him to talk to his Master.

Standing in the room dressed in loose trousers and shirt, bathed in the blue light of the holoprojector, Xavka stood completely still hoping that Ophidia would answer. Around him the Force was tense in anticipation, something was going to happen and he wanted to be involved.


[member="Darth Ophidia"]

 

[Rapax]

Naga felt the presence and merely glared at @Lorraei. More unwanted guests.... he thought this may prove interesting indeed espicaly if they intend to face us in combat. He waited for the new arrival to make the first move staying near Animus Malgus not makeing a move but was ready for combat his adrenaline rushed through his veins knowing that combat was possible depending on how each side plays there cards. either way he was not going to stop until he attained what he came for no matter what the cost or who got in his way.


Ruby Wilded Naga Itesak Darth Ferus Lord Ajihad Animus Malgus Mantic Dorn Keira Ticon

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Darth Ophidia was enjoying some well-earned rest onboard her Fury, floating in the freedom and stillness of space when her holoprojector cried bloody murder for her attention. With an annoyed grunt, the Rattataki wrapped her sheets around herself as a makeshift cloak and stood up to answer.

"Xavka Duquo. What is it you need, my apprentice?"

Even if she was on the brink of falling back asleep, she was able to mask it under the makeshift hood of her sheets. Her voice sounded a measure more raspy than usual as her throat felt parched. With some deft movements of her left hand under her makeshift cloak, she poured herself a cup of water and had it floating into her hand as she listened for her apprentice's reply. He was not one to call her for frivolous things. If anything, he was a little too quiet at times. When he called, she knew it mattered. The cup of water touched her lips and soothed her parched throat like a trickle of new life.

[member="Xavka Duquo"]

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Smirking slightly, Xavka bowed to the blue, translucent image of his Rattataki Master, some how he had gotten a small flash of annoyance from his Master before it was suppressed and the woman's image appeared before him. "Master." Xavka offered a quick bow towards Ophidia before he spoke his reason for calling.

"I am sorry to call you so suddenly, but, it would seem that something is happening within the Galaxy that is reaching out towards myself. Over the past few days I have been having these dreams, visions really, of what I think to be Yavin IV. But, with these dreams came a feeling of inactivity, like I was being told the beginning of something before it even started. However that changed just know. This time a voice came to me. I think that whatever is happening is beginning now."

Sighing, Xavka rubbed at his neck in frustration of not knowing what was happening while still being exited for it as his emotions were being influenced by what he was feeling through the Force. "What is your opinion, Master?"


[member="Darth Ophidia"]

 

[Keira Priest]

At his deadpanned commentary Keira couldn't help but crack a smile. Despite all that he had to say she knew full well he would follow her, if only because some sense of loyalty had sprung up between them in their meager time together. If it came to a fight she would defend him, and vice versa, or so she liked to think. "It's the Sith, so there won't be anything boring about it, at least." And she was speaking mostly from experience, given her clash with one of their Lords a few years earlier, and her time spent working alongside them before even that. "Don't worry about it too much. It only feels like there's one Lord here. The rest are Acolytes, maybe a Knight or two. Nothing to get bothered about." Not in her mind, at least.

It was easy for her to say, really, given her myriad of combat experience. Taking her time she exited the ship, anticipating him to follow, keeping her pace casual, as if this were an everyday occurrence and not something she had gone out of her way to accomplish. The planet itself was lush and brimming with all manner of life, from exotic flora to fauna as well. That registered in the ethereal, but most overwhelming to her senses was the dark itself, threatening to overwhelm all life. The temple that pushed above the treetops was no doubt the source of such a feeling, with the Sith gathered about it not helping in the slightest. There was another that acted as a beacon of light through this fog, no doubt a Jedi. ([member="Mantic Dorn"]) That would make things interesting.

Her own presence in the Force was defiantly unaligned, toeing the line between light and dark while never fully committing to either dogma. Without hesitation she would call upon either in the service of the greater goods, making her already questionable methods susceptible to further scrutiny. It was this uniquity she wouldn't bother to disguise, not pushing out her aura per se, but allowing it to be readily noticed by any sensitives in the area. It was an unspoken challenge and a simple notification wrapped up in one, letting any hostiles know that she was ready and willing to welcome any fight should they want to push her back from this place. There wouldn't be any getting her to leave quietly.

The gathering had grown to include a fair number of individuals by the time she and [member="Lorraei"] arrived, and she allowed her piercing blue gaze to sweep over the group, silently assessing each of them in turn. None of them were entirely familiar until she reached the last of the group, the man known only as [member="Darth Ferus"], one who had made an attempt on her life in the past. That attempt had been nothing but just that, and after that single fight on Nal Hutta she had never seen him again until this moment. They had both grown, it seemed, and no doubt he would be one to watch carefully as this progressed. Never in her life had she been on explicitly good terms with the Sith, and this was no different.

This was quite the ragtag assemblage of people, and it seemed to be the beginning of a bad joke by itself. Six Sith, two rogues and a Jedi walk into a temple... A small smile cracked on her lips at the thought. Briefly she noted the look [member="Naga Itesak"] had given the man at her side, and without any further word her fingers twitched as she called on the Force minutely, attempting to trip him up. There wouldn't be any of that pettiness, not that she was setting the best of examples, given her retaliation. Thankfully she didn't care much what the others had to say. There was a touch of sarcasm to her voice as she spoke, "Ferus. I don't think I've had the honor to speak to you like this. Awfully hard to accomplish when we're both trying to kill each other."

[member="Xavka Duquo"], [member="Darth Ophidia"], [member="Animus Malgus"], [member="Lord Ajihad"], [member="Ruby Wilded"]

 

[Lorraei]

Lorraei flashed a debonair grin, cheeks dimpling fiendishly, as he followed his mistress out of the cockpit. "Sounds about as entertaining as a kegger in the Coruscant underground. Same life expectancy too boot. Let me grab my party favors."

The central room of Ray's ship was designed as a lavish apartment. Silk clad divans littered the area. Elaborate paintings and artwork decorated the walls. Book cases and a fully stocked bar lined the room. Expensive bottles of liquor and vials of exotic spice lay neatly arranged along the bar. Among the art and liquor and posh furniture, hidden in plain sight, an arsenal of cutlery sat waiting for the Desert Fox. Lorraei drew in a deep breath, his dark eyes fluttered nearly closed as he focused his will on the feat he intended. It started slowly, a single eight inch throwing knife fell from between two books and shot across the room to Lorraei's waiting hand. In moments knives tumbled loose from all over the room, raced to Ray's open hand and were promptly tucked into the folds of his bizarre red and purple robes. After a dozen knives had vanished amidst his clothing, Lorraei pulled his saber hilt from the center table to his hand. This was set into the sash at his waist, clearly visible. His eyes opened and his breath caught in ragged gasps. Panting he nodded to his mistress, following her down the ramp to the lush jungle outside.

The walk to the temple was done in silence, distracted as he was separating the different auras ahead. His senses touched each aura briefly before withdrawing. There was nothing out there he wanted to become familiar with. So much so that as he mounted the stairs to the temple Ray pulled a piece of his headwrap loose and quickly used it to conceal his face. The true Desert Fox, tall, swathed in traditional cut Tatooine robes, and vailed but for his piercing black eyes. His gaze swept over those already gathered in the temple, calculations for distances running rampant. Where to throw, what order to throw, which blade would be drawn to minimize the time between each throw. Such where his initial thoughts as he surveyed the gathering.

With a hint of amusement in his voice, Ray spoke in Chuenh, "Rar Ch'ittoci'ren'musi ch'islah can ch'a bir. To Tocu'ren'mur ch'an'iren'i."


[member="Ruby Wilded"] [member="Naga Itesak"] [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Lord Ajihad"] [member="Animus Malgus"] [member="Mantic Dorn"] [member="Keira Ticon"]

 

[Mantic Dorn]

Mantic walked through the dense forest with heavy steps. Something about this place felt wrong. Not capable of such exact precision when sensing others he could not distinguish the number or the exact location of the force users gathering around the temple. He did however sense a dark presence. A presence he recogniozed as stih.

He stopped as he came to that conclusion. He needed to be prepare himself. Mantic was a seasoned warrior by now, in his thirties he had seen countless battles and fights, but hje had yet to master the force above his padawan skills. If there was sith present they were seldom alone. While he tended to find himself outnumbered most times he had faced creatures of the dark side this time he had a bad feeling.

What was he walking into?

With slower more careful steps he drove his walk further toward the temple. closer to the location the others were heading to.

[member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Naga Itesak"] [member="Ruby Wilded"] [member="Xavka Duquo"] @Lorraei @Keira Ticon [member="Darth Ophidia"]

 

[Mythos]

Animus ignited his saber and gestured to [member="Naga Itesak"] to get inside the Temple. "we Have company, and we don't have Numbers... which means we need the land and the very terrain as our Ally Let's Go" Animus spurred inside the Temple walls. Once inside the temple Animus rushed over to the sides and tips of the left side walls intending to get a better altitude. He knew his ally and companion had no trouble scaling walls and mounds of rubble so Animus put the pedal to the metal and began to scale the left side wall of the temple to attain the height of the balcony perch to the west.

It was an eerie feeling the one a person felt inside this temple... as if an ancient calling card was put here to bring those sensitive to the darkside here... or perhaps just sensitive to the force in general. The place although abandoned, felt like it was home to something and a presence inside the temple was evident and obvious. Once Animus had reached a Perch in the top left hand side of the Temple he began scanning and scouting the place for details and the sort while there. Quickly Animus activated his comlink and began to send out a call to Sith Coms. "This is Papa Specter, i am inside a Hostile area and i may have bogies around does anyone copy?"

[member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Mantic Dorn"] @Lorraei

 

[Rapax]

Naga saw that in numbers they where at a disadvantage so he followed [member="Animus"] Magnus quickly letting the new arrivals sort out their differences among est them selves with any luck they'd kill them selves in a fight. But he followed animus staying to the shadows and avoiding the jedi they had bigger goals in mind then facing against a large group of powerful enemies and get them selves killed would wave them the trouble of fighting them later.




Darth Ophidia Keira Ticon Mantic Dorn [member="Lorraei"]

 

[Mak Manto]

The forest was moving slowly, trees bristling softly. There was little noise other than a few animals making the usual sounds. As a young man walked by, moving slowly to the Temple ahead, he slithered a bit closer, still hiding and speaking quietly.

"Mantic, it's Mak..."

Slithering out, he looked around, not sensing the Sith.

"Thank the Force you're here..."

[member="Mantic Dorn"]

 

[Mantic Dorn]

Mantic was surprised by Master Manto's appearing out from the forest.
First jumping to alertness, tense as he was, he then gathered himself and summoned a relieved sigh.

"I must say the same Master. It is very reassuring to know I am not alone..." then Mantic stopped and pondered. Was not this an odd coincidence?

"I am not sure what I am doing here master but I need to move forward. And the darkness is... is here."

[member="Mak Manto"] [member="Ruby Wilded"]