Dominion &nbsp; Bryn&#039;adûl | Dominion of Garn

Xrobas H'kahn |

Wrathak

Hraelga Nacht · Jan 30, 2020

Objective B: Annihilate Hope
Post Count: 1

The skies became blanketed by the Heldraks and Orkales of the mighty Bryn'adûl crusade, with thousands upon thousands of brutes, drones and Zealots pouring down in droves upon the planet, all driven by a singular goal and hellbent upon a single goal: the purification of yet another world. Among those thousands was none other than a freshly healed Marauder Hraelga, who unlike most of her brethren could feel double the weight upon her shoulders in comparison, as this was no longer just a crusade, but redemption for her. The disgrace which had been displayed in front of the great Titan was unbearable and even now, she could feel those cold eyes filled with disdain upon her, watching her every move and every decision, valueing her worth and right to exist against the merits she would or wouldn't hold for the Creator's grand plan.

In this turmoil of emotion and desolation of madness, Hraelga had decided that if she were to prove her worth once again, she would do so bathing in the blood of those who stood in the way of her master's grand crusade. It was for this reason and this reason alone, that she stood at the helm of the troops sent to annihilate all opposition in the form of those annoying jedi monks that have thwarted the Bryn'adûl's efforts for far too many times.

"Have the Rhivaks tear down those doors, I don't care how many attempts it takes you, as long as those monks cower in fear with every rhivak's head pounding that stone door I feel satisfied," Practically whipping the brutes into action, The Marauder turned to a select group of Zealots under her command, ordering them to each take a squad of drones with them to find and seal off any other exits the temple may provide, as this time, there would not be any escape, there would only be blood, screams and deadly silence. Break down this thing they call their temple, bring down their hallowed halls, crush their icons to dust, paint this world red with the blood of fools and feeble men!!"

TAGS:

Galak |

Xrobas H'kahn |

Wrathak |

Tathra Khaeus

Primarch Drek'ma · Jan 31, 2020

Objective A: Decimate and Conquer
Tags: -
Post: One
Units: Servitors x4 | M'gaelak Siege Towers x2 | Ra'mak War-Beasts x30 | Rhivaks, Brumaks, Savage Drones

The world has changed, with every day, every new system gained - the Covenant of the Bryn'adûl grows in strength. Nothing could stand in their way. Garn was no exception, the Super-City Structure was impressive; but ultimately it too would become mulch under the boot of the Draelvasier Warrior. The Primarch would remain outside of the city for now. His mind was a more use uninterrupted than within the throws of combat.

Instead, the Primarch brought great forces of beasts and fury to the fore. His armies were that of flesh and blood, not of the iron fist of the Brute. All around the epicentre of the city, individual blocks of city structure were demolished. The massive, two-hundred metre in length Servitors crushed the buildings under their weight - tearing through pitiful defences. The four colossal beasts worked in unison, slowly sinking entire segments of the Super-City as those within desperately attempted to flee. Towers collapsed, killing hundreds, massive stretches of city became black pits hundreds of metres deep.

In the denser areas of the city, M'gaelak Siege Towers move through the streets as massive walking bases - filled to the brim with Drael Warriors, with Rhivaks and Brumaks destroying all underfoot as the massive Siege Beasts use their gigantic tendrils, lobbing broken segments of skyscraper deeper into the city. Overhead, Ra'mak's fly throughout the Continental Super-City, turning their defences and civilians into little more than melted slag - the defence is hopeless.

He could feel it, their futile desperation fed his hunger. Tendrils of cosmic surrounded the Primarch, born of fear, hate and death. So much, death. The Primarch would continue to oversee the attack from afar, watching with gleeful eyes. Watching with patience - it would not be long before the Super-City was at their mercy and Drek'ma's ritual would begin.

Galak · Jan 31, 2020

Objective D: Silence the Brave
Tags:

Fomoris |

Wrathak |

Hrajlmak'Natok
Post: One

The General was enroute from one of the other Cities on the other side of the planet when he'd received a transmission from the Chieftain directly, after months of searching in various systems - they'd finally found the remaining Research Team. The knowledge granted Galak some relief, but it also turned his organs inside out. He didn't want to ever face off against Tathra like that, ever again. He knew if he did, he'd die. And he very much so would like not to die. He wanted more than everything, to see this through.

Galak was no stranger to combat. Warfare and bloodshed came easy to the Brute General, nothing of the gore of combat phased him nor had it successfully done so for many years. But this mission, this special operation. It made the Brute feel a great weakness, the likes of which he felt likely to succumb to. Ever since Maldra, the Titan himself had held a constantly watchful eye on the 10th Regiment. Especially Galak, and his conduct as General. The Drael was aware of this, aware of the observation but declined to differ in how he acted.

Galak upheld the tenants, they were the core of his being. He knew that, but the prospect of treading similar ground as that accursed Research Lab was an incredibly unsettling prospect. So much so that the Brute was numb to his surroundings, numb as the Orkale Gunship delivered him and the accompany Brute Squad to their temporary Operation Command.

As they touched down, for once the General wasn't the first with his boots on the ground. That notion shook him to reality, and quickly he was the third. With RAW in hand, the Brute jogged forward as his Com-Unit lit up with additional information. Ahead was Brute Captain Sitran, an all too familiar Brute. One of the 10th Regiments finest. Galak grasped his shoulder, nodding to him with an ugly grin.

"Captain, give me an update." Galak set aside pleasantries, getting right down to the details. None of them had time to be friendly, his rank and life could be on the line with this Special Operation. Galak was on edge, but determined.

"General Galak; the Jedi successfully extracted the Research Team from the lower slums of the City. They've taken them to the Temple. Marauder Nacht is currently overseeing the assault on the Temple."

Galak felt a knot in his gut, this wasn't coincidence. Tathra was making play things of them, pressing them. As was his right, Galak reluctantly accepted this - he trusted the will of the Chieftain.

"I will take a small demolitions unit to the Temple, and push through their secondary defence and try to find a different way in. The Marauder can keep the glory."

Tathra Khaeus · Feb 1, 2020

Objective A: Decimate and Conquer
Post: One
Tags:

Galak |

Fomoris |

Bazh'Thu
Theme: X

The Titan stood on the battlefield, at the centre of a black and malicious tornado born of Draeyde, the small winged beasts encircled the Titan in a rippling shadow - those before him only saw mere glimpses of him, deathly opaque eyes staring out at them from amidst shadow and fire. With his Axe brandished, the Draeyde dispersed in the hundreds. Shredding flesh and feeble forms as they danced in the black of the sky, filling the earth with red whilst Tathra delivered death on equal scale by his own hand, masterfully wielding his Axe against those feeble foes and futile soldiers. Clouds born of plasmatic fire engulfed those not caught by the vicious crystalline beard of Tathra's Axe, a vaporous miasma followed every swing - lurched from every strike, none could escape those vicious blows.

With an empty palm, Tathra outstretched his right arm - guiding the Draeyde Swarm out like a dark tendril into the buildings above where the Snipers remained, glass shattered and mulched flesh and half-torn corpses fell from the windows. The Titan struck with precision, his armour glistened with blood and scorched plasma; their futile weaponry did nothing but achieve the Titan's notice and scorn. The Axe cleaved through another, splitting the Woman into three pieces flung aside by the sheer momentum of the strike. Another, a Soldier he grasped in his free hand; raised from the ground as Tathra crushed his shoulder in his grasp. Before the Titan could finish him, the Draeyde cut through him like a dark tendril.

The Titan threw aside the body, swinging to the left as he released a powerful blast of energy from the Beard of the Axe; cutting through several more. At that moment, three Brute squads reached the Titan; raining down a hail of spike rounds on the retreating forces. The few that held the Titan's gaze, could feel it in their hearts that death was near.

Fomoris · Feb 1, 2020

Objective D
Post: 1
Tags: Galak Hraelga Nacht Tathra Khaeus Hrajlmak'Natok Bazh'Thu Primarch Drek'ma

There were few things in a Bryn’adûls Iife that one could consider pleasurable from an objective point of view to the rest of the galaxy. It would be considered strange to consider a people who wished for nothing less than genocide on a galactic level, to be philosophical but that was precisely how Fomoris would have described them. It was impossible to be as singularly devoted to an ideal as he was without a having dared to question ones purpose and to have found it to be the true path.

For the Baedurin, that first moment of real self reflection had taken place on Maldra, when Bryn’adûl blood had been spilt by Bryn’adûl hands. Looking at the usually boisterous general,

Galak now stood stoic and silent as they approached the landing zone, a change that he too had exhibited since the confrontation in the underground lab.

Walking with the Brutes selected for the demolition team, Fomoris grinned, his feral maw already salivating at the idea of tearing flesh again.

The fact that this weaklings has felt that they had discovered some way to halt the Bryn’adûl advance through their dissection was laughable. They didn’t need to find the corpses of his fellows to find the truth of what they were facing against, they had known the whole time. They were facing the creatures from just beyond the campfire, eyes glowing In the embers, the dark shadow beneath the water, fin cutting through the surf towards them. They were facing a predator who had been perfectly engineered to end them. They were fighting against evolution itself who had found them ill fitted to take the place of supremacy they sought in this galaxy and nature had instead wrought a wave of death and destruction in the form of his people to return the balance.

Gathering his arms, he set out to teach this new, academically minded foe the error of their ways. If they sought knowledge on Baedurin physiology and biology, he would be happy to provide example.

Hrajlmak'Natok · Feb 1, 2020

Objective: B
Post: 1
Units: Rhivak x2 / Drone x70
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Bryn'adul forces marched on the temple, coming to a halt outside its doors. Zealot groups broke off under Marauder Nacht's command and Rhivaks moved up to make the breach. Their first salvo of organic energy was cast forth, making the first incision of the Garn Jedi's dissection. Hrajlmak strode to the Maurader's side, staff held firmly in his grasp and watched calmly as the monument to light was gradually penetrated. The Bryn'adul had moved swiftly on from Maldra IV. The Conquest had been in full swing for two years now.

"What excites me more than any corpse. Any desperate resistance. Is the thought that soon the Galaxy will fight back against the truth. Soon we will be met with a foe that slows the Great Conquest. Perhaps even puts us on the back-foot. Soon we will see battle beyond measure."

Several orbs flew overhead, bursting through the temple doors.

"Soon"

The drones were becoming restless. Hrajlmak held a tight grip on their minds. They were itching to make their advance. Desperate to get inside.

More Rhivak orbs careened toward the doors. They were crumbling now, the interior just visible.

Hrajlmak grip around his staff tightened, the curved blade burst out of the top.

In the moment before the final salvo, there could have been a silence compared to what came. The orbs smashed into the doors and finally they could take no more. The final line of defense crashed down in deafening defeat. The crowd outside let out a primitive cry in unison and charged forth with death in their eyes.

Hraelga Nacht

Primarch Drek'ma · Feb 1, 2020

Objective A: Decimate and Conquer
Tags: -
Post: Two
Units: Servitors x4 | M'gaelak Siege Towers x2 | Ra'mak War-Beasts x30 | Rhivaks, Brumaks, Savage Drones

The M'gaelak Siege Beats forced the Humans to seek cover, to hide in their buildings and in alley ways. The impossibly massive creatures bellowed, massive ballistic turrets turned their streets and defences into massive chunks of marbled rubble. The Servitors destroyed the terrain, forcing the Civilians and remaining Soldiers into the Bryn'adûl forces deeper in the City. It was either that, or be crushed in a sink hole. Their choices were sparse and the results would be the same. Death.

All around them, death. The Primarch turned his attention to the Temple at the heart of the city, a beacon of hope and Lightside energy. An insult to truth. The Primarch entered a meditative trance, beginning his own assault on the Force Nexus' of the Temple. He would do all he could to weaken the resolve of the Jedi. He allowed himself to act as a conduit for the force, using the death and destruction as a battery for cosmic power. Like a dark tendril, the Primarch tapped into Death. He could feel so many lives lost, engorging the netherworld at their behest.

The Shaman would impress upon them that they would share the same fate. Fear would be rampant, the Soldiers below would lose their hope, their vigour as powerful Warriors would trample through their streets and take what was rightfully theirs.

Galak · Feb 1, 2020

Objective D: Silence the Brave
Tags:

Fomoris |

Tathra Khaeus
Post: Two

The Brute General turned to see Fomoris, he looked him up and down. The Draelvasier was a brilliant Brute, and a outstanding follower of their tenants. It gave Galak confidence in his leadership that Brutes like Fomoris were being created by the 10th Regiment. Walking up to the Brute he handed Fomoris a set of charges. The General also thumped his fist against the Brutes pauldron. A sign of respect, and a gesture of the impromptu field promotion.

"You're a Brute Grenadier now." Galak declared, with some measure of certainty in his voice once more. He had the training, no reason not to give him a position he deserved. Tathra would've done the same, no doubt. Without much else to say, nor awaiting a response from the younger Drael; the General gestured to the rest of his Demolition unit. They set out, with one thing in mind, one objective.

Galak lead the twelve man Squad, taking a Bryn Shot and his standard RAW with him; looking down at the rifle - the Brute wondered if maybe he could get it modified, Galak in his earlier years had often had to deal with many mid-battle repairs. The resources available to him now were extensive, but he free time was not. There were few days spent not with a rifle in hand, gunning down some hapless little human. But that duty fell on them because none else would bring the harsh reality to this Galaxy. Their Chieftain had saw that in his many years, this Galaxy would be theirs soon.

The Brute Unit returned to the same Gunship as before to be delivered closer to the Temple, the Ra'maks dominated the sky. It made a change, not getting fired at by Anti-Air Turrets like they'd had been the last two to three years. The General silently enjoyed the break in the foot-work, although it was not long before they were knee-deep in the rubble, weapons drawn.

It was a slow approach, but most in these alleys and thin walkways were wounded or low on ammo and alone. Galak turned around another corner, instinctively firing as the RAW sent out a barrage of spikes, littering the Human body until it was thrown back, jagged and torn.

Hraelga Nacht · Feb 1, 2020

Objective B: Annihilate Hope
Post Count: 2
Equipment: Wendigo Spiker x2
TAG:

Hrajlmak'Natok

The thunderous sounds of beasts bashing with their full weight and power against the stone doors of the temple had mixed with the familiar sounds of heavy explosions chipping away at the temple's defensive structure. In the meantime, Hraelga looked on with great intensity in her eyes, wanting to add this whole temple's pathetic inhabitants to her list of sacrifices to her master and creator, the Red Titan.

With the additional troops brought by the shaman

Hrajlmak'Natok in a bid to get through the temple's strong, but inevitably pointless defense against the Bryn'adûl horde, one could argue there was a certain spark of glee within the marauder's eyes when additional brutes flocked at the scene. However, it was not the sight of those brutes, but what they could accomplish, which granted the Baedurin her moment of joy, for she hated the brutes, their pathetic lack of selfconscious thinking, their singular minds. They were merely blunt tools, where she was a scalpel and though she had gotten blunt and bloated since her promotion, her eyes had been opened at Maldra. She would reclaim her right to be called the fiercest, the most dangerous, the most deadly among her kind and if she had to use brutes similar to that 'one' she would not hesitate.

"You speak like a hunter, Shaman," A soft chuckle followed by the clacking sound of her tongue snapping against the inside of her teeth made it obvious that the marauder did not dislike such sentiment, such behavior. After all, she did call herself a hunter as well, not a warrior, but a predator in search of the perfect prey. "With those brute grenadiers letting loose on that gate, it won't take long before it is breached. Make sure your drones are prepared to swarm that wretched place."

Slabs of stone shattered upon the ground with each passing minute, the walls reverberating with each explosion, it wouldn't be long before the temple was breached and all that would await those that remained inside was delicious, unadulterated slaughter. "Now...let's hunt some jedi."

With aloud, earpiercing screech, Hraelga ordered her forward drones to advance, calling for the brutes and Rhivaks to retreat and regroup and allow for the drones to act as the first wave, while she herself followed suite with a few remaining zealots and the entire legion of brutes and beasts behind her. Jumping through the opening created in the shattered stone doors, she could see easily two dozen combatants slicing their way through the swarming drones. Without hesitation, she readied one of the spikers she had brought with her, firing at the closest jedi to her position. "Kill them all, for the glory of our creator!!"

Bazh'Thu · Feb 1, 2020

Objective: C - Forceful Retrieval.
Post: One.
Units: Drael Skags x6.
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Primarch Drek'ma I

Hraelga Nacht I

Hrajlmak'Natok I

Tathra Khaeus I

Galak I

Fomoris .

The Deep Space systems continue to succumb into eternal abyss, as the Great Conquest of the Bryn'adul marches forward toward what their insubstantial inhabitants used to call home. Their measly bodies lie wasted in the ground, rotting, with no other purpose but to lay foundation to the new, righteous order, as the fruits of their labor are left tarnished into the depths of the world. And here, in the insignificance that is Garn, lie fraudulence and deceit in its raw, pure incarnation. Time will come, when the totality of their frail kind be extinguished from the world of hatred and savagery, for they do not belong into its mantle. As seconds pass by, the inevitable Call of Death knocks unto their household, as the Drael Warriors descend upon their fallacious deeds.

Bazh'Thu straddled on top of his Drael Skag, and behind him stood five more of the Beasts, steadfast and devoted to their Master's will. His malabast mace flung wildly over his osseous armor-plates, as it lightly grazed the hardened coat of his bestridden Beast. His unlit, seemingly-cavernous eyes observed the primitive movement of his other five mounts. By conception, the bond between a Shaman and his Beast was said to be ever-lasting, that even in Death, the Master and the creature's souls were intertwined. If the Beast was to perish, the Master must not grieve for its demise, or else, would he suffer the same fate. The Shaman Beast-Master engraved this practice into his heart and soul, as a testament of their code as Shamans.

From his distant perspective, a colossal silhouette materialized before his vision. After moments of traverse, the heathen City eventually emerged into his view. The far distance muffled the blood-curdling screams that permeated from within the pagan settlement. The Beast-Master lifted his hand unto his communication stone to indicate his arrival in the allied battlements. As Bazh'Thu's hand came in contact with the obsidian stone, recent transference came into light. He personally received a priority target locus directly from the Chieftain himself, who designated him to garner and scrutinize specific sample specimens, particularly that of Zeltron, Wookie, and Anzati kind, as bid by his fellow Shaman,

Xrobas H'kahn . As declared by the requisition, the specimens were to be extracted and captured alive by any means necessary. Otherwise, they were to be forcibly incinerated into mere ashes. Acknowledging the nature of the mission, Bazh'Thu promptly closed his communicator as he entered the battlements along with his Skag beasts, drawing his staff-mace with his cadaverous hands at the scent of gore and bloodshed.

Fomoris · Feb 2, 2020

Objective D
Post: 2
Tags: Galak Tathra Khaeus

Taking the new weapon, a mark of the position he had just been promoted to by his general, Fomoris felt it’s familiar weight, the butte of the explosive firearm nestling nicely against his massive chest. This had not been the first time he had wielded with a lethal construction, not even the first time he had wielded such a weapon in front of the General even. As a grenadier, he would have a chance to get even closed to his prey, something that the massive Baedurin hungered for.

Looking out across the landscape, the Brute wondered what it was like to be on the receiving end of their cleansing, to look up and see the Bryn’adûl begin their landing, like the first gestation of a deathly locust plague, a sign of the complete eradication that was to come.

He maintained such thoughts even as they landed, even as he killed. Every satisfying pull of the trigger led to a scream, howl or yell of pain and the universe was one step closer to the cleansed state that his people wished for. Every lot of ground won was given tribute by the spilt blood of its defenders, every piece of this world they took was recorded in another kill, whether it be by claw or by technology. Every second, they drew closer to their goal of the temples.

Tathra Khaeus · Feb 2, 2020

Objective A: Decimate and Conquer
Post: Two
Tags:

Galak |

Fomoris |

Hrajlmak'Natok
Theme: X

With every step, the ground quaked and shook as a great and terrible rumble fought at the very-footing of every Soldier, civilians and Jedi. Tathra marched forward, walking slightly ahead of the three Brute Squads at his aid; watching as the Soldiers turned tail and ran. The Titan raised a fist, calling the vicious Draeyde to him. The winged-serpents collected around the Red Titan once more, forming a terrible black maelstrom that consumed nearly every inch of the Titan.

That same fist now motioned forward, palm opening as to signal the release of the Maelstrom. The back miasma lurched forth like lost ghouls, their cries were deafening as they flew through the retreating troops and crowded civilians. The swarm of creatures turned what where once beings of flesh and mind into little more than meat and bone. Threads of skin, clothing and armour were all that remained of the indiscernible flesh piles. Tathra, lauded over them momentarily as the Brutes jogged past, moving onto the next fight as the Draeyde returned to him.

The Titan moved forth, onto the next block. There was reports of a particular stubborn group of snipers being defended by Jedi. Rather than moving on the ground, Tathra took to climbing the buildings. Whilst the Brutes would make cover of the rubble, he would simply go around the Snipers. It would take more time, but Tathra savoured the combat.

Galak · Feb 3, 2020

Objective D: Silence the Brave
Tags:

Fomoris |

Tathra Khaeus
Post: Three

The Brute General stopped in his tracks, he smelt something - strange. His eyes saw the shimmer of a shadow on the ground beneath his feet, instinctively the Drael turned to look up; firing off the remainder of his Magazine at the descending foe who reflected each spike back at Galak telekinetically, the Brutes eyes widened as he raised his left arm; activating the small parrying Shield to cover his head from the spikes descent. The Jedi landed in front of him, and slashed for his weapon, slicing it in half as Galak back-stepped, lowering his shield to catch a second blow. His right gauntlets attachment shot out two long wrist-blades; the force wielder back-flipped twice.

When his Brutes moved to fire, Galak raised his Shielded arm; "No. Its mine." The General was angry, pent-up frustration had plagued him since his battle with the Marauder. He was going to exercise that rage.

The Brute stepped toward the Jedi, both arms raised to cover his sides - as soon as he was in range Galak went at him, controlled and incredibly fast jabs with his right arm mounted Gauntlet. The Jedi ducked and weaved, before slashing at the parrying Shield mounted on Galak's wrist; the Brute tilted the Shield ever so slightly to catch the Saber and swung his arm wide in an arc to bring the Saber from right to left before thrusting his shoulder into the Jedi's chest.

The Jedi was thrown back, and Galak slashed impishly at his right leg; slicing off the Jedi's right foot with a sluggish strike. He grabbed the other leg as the Jedi screamed in pain, and raised him upside down. The Brute outstretched his arm wide and swung the Jedi hard, into the wall where his face and duraplast bricks both collided and cracked. Dropping the limp body, the General snorted hard, releasing hot vapour from his nostrils like a animal beating its chest.

Primarch Drek'ma · Feb 3, 2020

Objective A: Decimate and Conquer
Tags: -
Post: Three
Units: Servitors x4 | M'gaelak Siege Towers x2 | Ra'mak War-Beasts x30 | Rhivaks, Brumaks, Savage Drones

The Primarch could feel it, the rage of the Bryn'adûl Warriors was like a well-spring, a fountain of energy from which the Primarch could draw from. He began his battle meditation, a mental war on all those who would oppose their will, their might. His was a guiding hand, a bright fire in the shadow for those of Draelvasier heritage. Both vat-born and natural birth, kin in his eyes would receive the gift of gusto, of power.

Those of more feeble making would suffer the visceral reality of death in all meaningful ways, any hope clouded by a gut-wrenching anxiety; all purpose and ambitious squandered on this hopeless world. The great instruments of their war on the Galaxy, mighty beasts would go forth and destroy their homes, and every modicum of identity this continent once held. Every inch of creation would be renewed in their eye. By the will of the Chieftain, and the force of the unrivalled military might of the Bryn'adûl.

This would be done. On the super-city continent below, many strove to better the Bryn'adûl with every act. Drek'ma extended his power, a boon to those who sought what was best for their kind.

Tathra Khaeus · Feb 3, 2020

Objective A: Decimate and Conquer
Post: Three
Tags:

Fomoris |