Bryn'adûl | Dominion of Lowick

[Primal Architect]

Lowick Must Fall
​​For nearly fifteen years, the Bryn'adûl have grown unchecked, their armies amassing on the edge of the Galactic Map. For fifteen years, we have amassed our armies - grow stronger. Now, we march on Lowick. We have been here before. This planet is crippled, plagued by a weakness shared amongst the sentient species of this Galaxy. Lowick is on the brink, the planet will fall.

​Our Crusade begins here, on this pitiful forest world. Their cities burn as our Servitors destroy their homes, tearing up the foundations of the little lives they have lead. We will show them true beauty. The beauty of violence, purified by Draelvasier strength.

​Wipe this pathetic planet from the face of the Galaxy.

​Objective A - Last Bastion
​Lowick has been shattered, torn down to its very last defence within a fortnight. Their defeat was immanent, the only question was - how long could they last. Our war beasts, Ra'maks and Servitors have ravaged their cities, forcing the survivors to flee. Their final fortress, a Jedi temple is buried within the depths of the largest continental forest on the planet. Burn down the forest, fill the air with Kadesh Ink and wipe out the remaining survivors.

​Stalwart Jedi Temple Guards have held the line for too long, find the Jedi General Asath Bren and break their lines. Finish them!

​​Objective B - You Cannot Flee
​Far from the battlefields engulfed in fire, an old supply freighter station has been discovered in the coldest region of the planet, buried in the mountain. No doubt the Humans have sought out this opportunity for escape, intercept their ships and stop them before they can flee from our clutches.

​​Objective C - Discover Your Path
​This is the first true conquest of our kind. Finally, we have returned. Seek strength in whatever way you deem fit. Forge your own path, the full might of the Draelvasier is at our fingertips and this planet at our mercy. Have some fun with it.


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Spoiler

​@Aharon'Ra | @Ankshar Kha | [member="Antarik Grendrada"] | [member="Bralor Azkaroth"] | [member="Gredak Tenebris"] | [member="Hrealga Nacht"] | [member="Jagdukh Xensutecuhtli"] | [member="Klathukhar"] | [member="Krael Vizkla"] | [member="Kyrim Tenebris"] | [member="Lerropten"] | [member="Maekhar"] | [member="Naramphra"] | [member="Tathra Khaeus"] | [member="Wrathak"] | [member="Xrobas H'kahn"] |

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

​Objective: A
​Post: 1
​Theme: X

Blood splattered along the length of Tathra's arm, the Twi'lek was obliterated - his body churned into sinew and flesh, destroyed by the pure kinetic energy of the strike. Tathra stood tall, his perfectly fitted armour clinging to his body; a perfect mix of sweat and blood sliding down the length of his crowned skull, coiling around the indentations of his angular features. His opaque amber eyes moved from left to right as the colossal Drael slowed. The street was empty, red flame engulfed the city as far as the eye could see.

Only then, did he allow his jaw to loosen - body loosening as he sucked in a breath of air, savouring the taste of blood on the wind. He exhaled, long and with a pleasured pause. It was beautiful. To finally decimate a full planet. The rush of adrenaline, everything - it was simply glorious. His Bryn'adûl had wiped out Lowick with little effort. He'd never been quite so proud, and it only served to affirm his views. His truth.

It was then that a Ra'mak swerved overhead, lowering itself as Khaleesh dropped from his saddled position.

"Sire." He bowed low. Even he, a Shaman had not escaped the bloodshed, his gown was soaked.

"Adjudicators, to me!" Tathra barked loudly, knowing they were to shortly follow Khaleesh regardless. Yet everything felt heightened - an ecstasy of brutality. He would take any opportunity to express that. Tathra cleaned his blade with a cloth as the two Adjudicators trudged to him. They would relay his message to the others who remained within the city.

"The city is finished, we must now refocus our efforts on the Temple. Pull out, regroup and attack." Tathra kept it brief, dismissing the two Adjudicators - following Khaleesh as they mounted the Ra'mak.

 

[Hraelga Nacht]

​​Objective C-Discover your path

Like a hellhound, she ran through the rubble, her claw-like fingers slicing through every poor sod that came in her way, using her long spindly legs to jump from one ruined house to another, carving herself a bloody path in her wake while hordes of Drones smothered the remaining survivors. The thrill, the joy of combat, the pleassure of bloodshed, this was what she was built for, bred for and breathed for.

Standing atop a crumbled wall, Hraelga sniffed the blood on her claws, a crackling sound resonating through the area as she opened her mouth, revealing a long, slimy tongue as she licked off the red liquid from her aforementioned fingers, spitting it out just as fast when she realized she was about to consume something which belonged to pathetically weak fleshlings. "Hmm, going for the temple," The Zealot looked at the massacre left in the Creator's wake and nearly decided to follow him in his endeavour to flush out the last of the so-called jedi which kept up resisting the hordes of the Bryn'adûl. However, when she noticed that there were a lot of survivors still running away and all seemingly into a specific direction, the Demon-like zealot jumped off of the crumbled wall, poiting at the running survivors to a pack of drones and brutes and motioned them to go that way, making sure that even more would follow. After all, if survivors still had hope despite the temples being overrun, it meant that this assault was far from over. "Go go go, follow thosefleshlings...kill them, rip them apart...let none escape."

With a hiss, Hraelga grabbed one of the brutes by the throat and pointed towards the location of [member="Tathra Khaeus"] . "Tell him, his servant Hraelga is in pursuit of surviving fleshlings."

 

[Kad]

​Objective: B
​Post: 1

​The transport Orkale blasted outward from the clutches of the Ra'mak transport, its bone-like claws releasing several more Orkale transports with other Zealot Squads being spread out across Lowick. The Bryn'adûl had torn Lowick apart, every inch of every continent scoured for the filth known as weakling humans.

​Gredak stood on the edge of the open infantry-bay, his clawed feet twitching as they dangled over the edge. His left hand held tightly onto the edge of the doorframe, his right hand was open-palmed as his dead eyes searched the area. Eyes shifting with sporadic intensity. Gredak couldn't wait, he needed to kill. He need that validation, to show his brethren his strength. The ridicule he was subject to would be silenced then. Yes.

​Flesh. Flesh!

​He needed to stab something in its face, drive his ribbed dagger through the face of some lowly creature and watch the life ooze of the pathetic confines they called a body. Yet nothing, his hopefulness was responded to with little more than the joy of watching things burn. Gredak moaned, head raised back as he pressed his tongue into his cheek.

​Gredak lurched slightly, head whiplashing to the right, eyes on [member="Kyrim Tenebris"]. Their leader, his pack-brother. Gredak was taller than Kyrim, but his posture made him feel shorter.

​"We should find something, soon. Yes? We must become blooded if we are to share in the glory of this battle, Kyrim." ​Gredak spoke, his guttural words a pain to any that heard it, misplaced urgency perhaps. Perhaps not. Gredak was ready.

 

[Hraelga Nacht]

​​Objective C-Discover your path

Post 2

With a whole host of drones and brutes now making their way towards one of the mountains surrounding the battlefield, Hraelga ran after them, pumping herself upto figure out why those survivors were going that way anyway. Just as she was running, Hraelga noticed that there seemed to be a pack going for the location as well, so logically, she started jumping and leaping again, granting herself the higher ground to satisfy her need to stand higher than the other servants of the creator both figurative and literally.

From atop another wall, Hraelga directed the host of drones towards the mountain, letting out a raspy, screech as a warcry. "Survivors headed for the mountains, cutt off their path and when you've done that...their heads!!" With a long jump, she landed on a straggler of the survivors, her spindly legs digging deep within the poor man's back, her claws grabbing for the man's skull, digging deep within his flesh and bone before ripping off both his skull an spinal column and throwing it towards some of the drones to strengthen their hunger tempting them for more. She knew that at top speed, she'd be able to reach the damn mountain in some days, but that wouldn't do...but hunting down whatever survivors thought it best to go that way must've counted for something as well. After all, it was more fun to actually hunt prey, rather than killing those weak fleshlings which had already given up hope at the sight of the Bryn'adûl's hordes. "Spice em up with some 'hope'...then cut them down, how lovely."

[member="Tathra Khaeus"] [member='Kyrim Tenebris']

 

[Maekhar]

Post: 1
Objective: A
Tags: [member="Tathra Khaeus"]

A great smell of death entered Maekhar's lungs. Ash fluttered like burning snow. Blood seeped from the streets lined with fresh corpses. He had stopped when nothing more was living, allowing his drones to feast and gather their strength. They were a simpler caste of his breed, but still superior to even the soft flesh that littered the ground. They were but food to his troops.

Maekhar joined them, picking up the arm of the recent dead and tearing chunks of flesh from the bone. As he allowed his forces to gather up their strength, he saw one of the two Adjudicators approach him and relay their Chieftain's orders.

"Understood." He nodded, giving his superior a salute.

He tossed the arm to the side and turned back to his drones. He was about to call them back to order before noticing one. It seemed to limp as it moved with its kin. Maekhar narrowed his eyes, gathering up his shield and warpick. He approached the injured drone, and with a great motion, pierced spike of his weapon through its head.

"Suffer not the weak." He snarled before turning to the drones, "Back in formation! We march upon the Jedi Temple alongside our brothers and Father!"

The drones understood enough to move back into something of a formation. Removing the spike from his kill, Maekhar started to move his force away from the city to link up with the others that were bring ruin to the Jedi. Glory to the Draelvasier and the Bryn'adùl!

 

[Wrathak]

Objective A - Last Bastion
Post: 1
Tags: @Maekhar @Tathra Khaeus [member="Primal Architect"]

They had descended upon Iowick in a frenzy and slaughtered the people easily enough, slaughter didn't truly describe the massacre that had occurred. Looking around at the slaughter field, Wrathak breathed in deeply, taking in the scents and smells of battle. This was his first battle, well his first true battle to conquer a planet, everything before that wasn't truly a fight. Then again, what had happened couldn't be considered a fight either, it was a slaughter, pure and simple, and they'd torn down the city quickly. Examining a nearby body, Wrathak noticed that the creature was still alive. Stomping over to it, Wrathak looked down at it, even as it tried to crawl away in terror, though its legs were broken and it wouldn't survive for much longer. Leaning down slightly, he picked up the native creature, a Pa'lowick if Wrathak remembered correctly.

The Pa'lowick was a male with broken legs and only one arm, the one arm that he did have was clawing at Wrathaks arm as he was picked up. Snarling at the creature, Wrathak crushed it completely, before dropping the body. There was no neck and no head left, only a broken body. Looking at it for a moment, Wrathak breathed in deeply again, and then moved on, crunching over the corpse, leaving nothing but a flat pile of goop behind. It was then that a call was heard by Wrathak, a call to advance on the Jedi temple and slaughter the defenders. Grinning, Wrathak let out a cry to his drones, calling them to him. They left their kills behind and came to him in various ways, but soon enough all 50 of them were with him. Snarling at them, Wrathak simply told them that they were to follow him. Then he moved out from the slaughter that he had caused with his drones. Wrathak knew that Tathra was nearby and was intent on proving himself to the Chieftain, as such Wrathak began to move at a faster walk, dragging his drones with him, towards the main group of the attack.

 

[Aharon’Ra]

Objective: A
​Post: 1
Equipment:
Kinetic Hammer
Spike Rifle
Kinetic Blade (http://starwarsrp.net/topic/149029-the-kinetic-blade/#entry1984502)

Aharon was clearing a path, while that he was searching for the temple. These were his orders given to him and he would see them through. He watched as the forest burned and laughed crawling up a tree he jumped from tree to tree. This was very taxing and couldn't keep this up forever. Stabbing his hammer into a tree he waited.

Aharon'Ra sat there in a tree watching figures run through the leaves, he was quiet his kinetic blade extended. Hopping down he stalked through the trees, he was silent and pulled a man into the leaves quietly ripping him apart. Looking around there were people running all around him, while he hid in a tall bush. Cutting a man open he grab his intestine wrapping it around another man's neck. Jumping up a tree holding the dead one, the other let out chokes and coughs. The two hung there one choking and the other was falling, eventually the intestine snapped dropping the dead man. Aharon reached down and grabbed the one around the choking man and tied it to a branch. Pulling his hammer out of the tree and placing it on his back, he continued through the forest and disappeared.

@Maekhar @Gredak Tenebris [member="Hrealga Nacht"] [member="Tathra Khaeus"]

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: A
​Post: 2
​
​On the back of the Ra'mak, Tathra could see the fires of the battleground outside the temple from nearly three kilometres east of it. Even from there, he could nearly feel the residual heat. Unfortunately, Tathra was not immediately traveling to the Battlefield. Their immediate defences were too strong. Apparently. Tathra would know the full extent of the situation soon.

​The Ra'mak dived low into a clearing, lowering above an open field where they had temporarily set up their Command post. Tathra's eyes fell on the Drones moving below, Brute Squads conferring with their Sergeants and Officers. The rumble below, it was joyous. Glowing eyes looked up, commotion at the site of their Chieftain. But even then, the Crusade called upon them - they could not stop. Would not stop.

​Tathra leapt from the saddle, landing between the marching lines of two companies of Drone fodder. Tathra moved forward, expecting them to separate in response. Of course, his expectations were met. They always were. The Drones parted, backing up into their brethren marching behind, quick to move from the course of his path.

​Good. Loyalty is good.

​Tathra passed through the open field as Khaleesh flew off overhead. He wasn't Tathra's personal delivery system, he had other conflicts to oversee. The Chieftain made his way toward the central Command post, it was an impromptu stationary Command area; surrounded by some high ranking members discussing their options.

​We should just wait for the Servitors - No, what? We must push the Defence turrets with our Rhivaks. - We need to focus on breaking their central line, push through.

​​​Old eyes spotted a familiar back, the heavily armoured shoulder plating of Brute Commander Tarksa was unmistakeable. She was typically a trust-worthy Commander. By all accounts she was an excellent warrior as well.

"General Tarksa, report." ​Tathra called, quieting the discussion upon his approach. The Shaman and Drone General beside her shuffled to the side, both bowing in response to their Chieftains appearance.

​Tarksa bowed only after, they had. Her magenta eyes held her Chieftains; ​"Sire, we've managed to establish a perimeter. However their anti-air turrets are keeping our troops from being able to put any pressure on the Jedi's defensive lines." ​It was a summary, perhaps a biased one. But Tathra trusted her to be honest in such circumstances. Bias and self-importance were a sign of weakness when transparency was required.

​"Send Zealots to disable the anti-air turrets, and establish Obalisc positions in the blind spots of the anti-infantry. Once the anti-air is dealt with, our Ra'maks can draw fire away from the main force."

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​| [member="Hrealga Nacht"] | [member="Maekhar"] | [member="Wrathak"] | [member="Aharon’Ra"] |​

 

[Hraelga Nacht]

​​Objective C-Discover your path


Post 3

The air was thick, filled with the heavy smell of iron and ash, even as she was running further and further away from the jedi temple the main horde was assaulting, she still could smell the stench of war, which in her case smelled just as lovely as the first meal in the morning. It was the smell of victory and while her brethren all seemed to try and vie for the Creator's attention, wishing to constantly prove themselvesin glorious battle, Hraelga felt differently about it, she preferred to hunt, to run around chasing prey. For that was in her opinion the best way to show superiority of those weak fleshlings: by always being the predator, never the prey.

She lookedon as the drones had already managed to find a few stragglers, rallying as they were running after what seemed to be a female with a child. For a moment Hraelga paused, watching in excitement how the drones managed to catch up to the fleshling and showed absolutely no mercy, no remorse when bludgeoning the woman and her child, ripping the flesh apart as they feasted on their prey. Roars of victory were exclaimed by the drones, but they weren't given much time to celebrate, as it appeared that not all the jedi had fled to the temple, but some were apparently aiding the remaining survivors to run for the mountain in the distance, probably leading them to some means of escape. "As if that would work...I'll hunt all of you before you reach that place you want to reach," Calmly she let out a hiss as she noticed how a man blasted aside a few drones with a gesture of both hands, followed by some shimmering bladebeing ignited. That show of technology irked Hraelga greatly, it was after all heretical and just a downright sign of weakness to use such a tool. stretching her clawlike fingers and bending a bit forward, the Zealot prepared to attack this fleshling with his pitiful force and pathetic technology. "Fleshlings with burning swords areon the menu now."

[member="Tathra Khaeus"] [member='Kyrim Tenebris']

 

[Kad]

​Objective: B
Post: 2

​Gredak couldn't quite get a response from their leader before their Orkale transmitter was relaying a message, the small stone fixture gargling out the wording in a impossible deep voice.

Power source detected in the colder regions. Scout reports detailed what may have possibly been a hangar.

​Almost immediately Gredak grinned, lurching over further - half hiding his incredulous smile. Gredak and Kyrim were themselves of Aeravalin stock, they could fare against the cold much easier than the Brutes. This was an opportunity laid before them, a path to glory. A path to assisting the ultimate goal. A path to flesh, to kill. But almost more than that, to being instrumental in the successful decimation of this pathetic little world.

​​"We should capitalise on this. We're still in the air, this is new. We can be the first there!" ​Gredak pleaded passionately, he lusted for combat. But not just cutting down Humans. Meaningful combat. Gredak so dearly wished to prove his worth.

​He turned to [member="Kyrim Tenebris"] again, awaiting a response.

 

[Kyrim Tenebris]

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Kyrim stood within a meter of the edge, without holding on to anything. He was relying on his powers in the Force to keep him in place, and just doing so took away almost all of his his concentration.

But not all of it.

He had noticed when Gredak had wandered close to hang his feet over the edge. The fellow Rhivak Squad Zealot was also a pack-brother to Kyrim, and this in a way helped Gredak earn his posting to the infamous Rhivak Squad. But this did not matter much, as the true test of power was one's strength, and this would be tested for all of them with each moment that they lead, and served, and fought....

Gredak's outburst was not unexpected, seeing as to how much the zealot seemed to want to prove himself. It was visible in the way his fingers twitched towards his ribbed blades.

Kyrim began to reply but he was interrupted by their scouts. It seemed that there was going to be a slaughter today at their own hands too. "Gredak, I was going to tell you to have patience, but that doesn't matter anymore. You want to kill those of flesh, and so guess what Rhivak Squad's new orders are..." With a pause long enough for the other to only begin to think through what he had said, Kyrim continued "We will go to this power source, and eradicate all remaining human life. We are to destroy their means of escape or retaliation. And we are to do this, Now."

Activating the communication network between the transport shuttles and giving the required codes and whatnot, Kyrim relayed these orders to the remainder of Rhivak.

"We...Bring...Death" He whispered as his form flickered abruptly. He had just silently tested his ability to shield his body from the vision of others. Gredak did not know of this, only the Cheiftan and a few select elites knew of his abilities as a Force Void, but nonetheless it was fun to flaunt them off to the confusion of those around him.

[member="Tathra Khaeus"] | [member="Gredak Tenebris"] | [member="Hrealga Nacht"] | @Aharon'Ra | [member="Maekhar"] | [member="Wrathak"]​

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

​Objective: A
​Post: 3

​​"An excellent strategy, Sire." ​Tarksa replied, nodding in agreement with Tathra's tactical assessment. A smirk formed the corner of her curved plated cheekbones, to be proven even partially correct by Tathra himself was no doubt satisfying.

The three bowed once again, dispersing to their particular stations. The muscle-bound frame of the Titan seemed to narrow, passing through the bustling movements of those too concerned to feel the rush, the need to join the Drones on the battlefield. His carapace did little to hide the bloodrush, eyes wide and distinct as his eyes fell completely focused on the mixture of fire that escaped from the trees.

​The wind carried the sounds of warfare to him. Nature taunted him for not being there, it showed him where his presence should truly reside. Tathra made his way out of the raised platform, heading towards where Tarska's Brutes resided. His Brutes.

​"Twelve of you, with me. We will rendezvous with Commander Maekhar en route to the Temple. The temple will be ours by sunrise!" ​The colossal giant barked, voice straining as he raised a Fist, and affirming communal growl came from the twelve Brutes now under his command. Tathra followed the preceding trail created by the marching companies of Drones. However, they would deviate soon to catch Maekhar on his way toward the Temple.

​His assistance would make the push an easier task.

​| [member="Aharon’Ra"] | [member="Wrathak"] | [member="Maekhar"] |​

 

[Hraelga Nacht]

Objective C-Discover your path

Post 4

With the surviving fleshlings running for their lives, it was obvious that the person wielding the shiny, bright stick was to be their savior of sorts. Rather unimpressed, Hraelga let out a hiss at a few of the drones, nodding towards the fleshling wielding the weapon. She wasn't all too keen on facing someone who she deemed to be beneath her anyway, she wanted to hunt, but reckoned it might not be bad for the drones to get a sniff, a whiff of blood on their own, with this fleshling offering himself so willingly, who was she to ignore this. "Kill him...don't disappoint me."

A few of the drones instantly made their way to the jedi, thrashing, clawing, punching and biting at the fleshling in all their fury, ready to make minced meat out of the lightsaber-wielding fool. Alas, never having seen a Jedi before, Hraelga greatly underestimated the resourcefulness of their kind, as he used some strange power she had never seen before. It was nonetheless a good opportunity to see what these strange people did in a fight for their lives.

A yelp, a scream and splatters of blood on the ground, but not of the Jedi. While he had only been dealt a superficial laceration on his sword arm, somehow he had managed to fling one of the drones aside by using that strange power, stabbing another drone into the mouth and thus through the head with the shiny stick and had managed to dodge the last drone by use of a welltimed jump, somehow increasing his own weight greatly to stomp upon the last drone's head with a rather splashing and smashing effect. "That...I did not expect," The Drealvasier muttered to herself, noticing how the jedi removed the carcass of the drone from his blade and looked at her with great fury within his eyes. "Very well, I will indulge you."

[member="Tathra Khaeus"] [member="Kyrim Tenebris"] [member="Gredak Tenebris"]

 

[Kad]

​Objective: B
​Post: 3
Tag: [member="Kyrim Tenebris"]

​Gredak nodded in response to Major Tenebris' order. Rhivak had once again found itself in a position to establish itself within the Zealot class. Even as a Zealot Minors, the members of Rhivak Squad had garnered some acclaim due to previous endeavours. All eyes within their circles where on him now, Gredak needed to prove he was worthy of a place beside his pack-brother.

​Perhaps, even replacing him. The thought graced him with some misplaced ambition, but only momentarily. Kyrim was much more skilled than he, and his abilities. Even if he was arrogant, flaunting them - were exceptional.

​The Orkale shifted in the air, changing its course to head toward this far-off signal. Gredak held on to the hand-rail as he leaned out from the Orkale, looking up at the sky and back at the burning fires of the City they had most recently obliterated. The fire stretched for miles. It was beautiful. The natives of this planet, the Pa'lowick. They were disgusting creatures, strangely shaped and ineffective warriors with horrible ugly faces.

​Earlier in the city, he'd missed the face of one by an inch and cut off its strange tube appendage. The thing screamed and screamed as he'd gutted the human, luckily he'd come for it shortly thereafter. As much as he wished to be strong, to hold to their tenants. Gredak also wanted to get the feth off this planet.

​"Death. A better use of the existence of these pathetic creatures than the lives they once lead!" ​Gredak shouted back, still looking back at the fires.

 

[Aharon’Ra]

Post: 2

Current Objective: Find and disable any AA/AP Turrets at Temple

Aharon was quiet, he looked at the temple, hearing loud booms a distant out, he climbedp the tree it groaned under his weight. The trees shook with every boom making it difficult to find a direction. From the sound it was too slow to be an AA gun, for those are more rapid, but neither could it be an AP gun for those aren't as loud nor was it on location. It must be an artillery piece, while he didn't rule out the other two he still was certain it was.

Jumping down the tree enemies were clustered everywhere, that rules out that possibility. Stepping onto a branch it snapped under him and he fell to the ground. Hitting the ground he looked around surrounded by men, jumping up he felt his limbs stop. "God damnit." He counted seven in total. They had Jedi, Aharon was stuck and in trouble. Lightsabers flared up around him and the release let go, they wouldn't murder him in cold blood. His kinetic blade slid out and they started rushing at him at once. While he managed to cut down two his blade lost it's own flare. A lightsaber cut through his shoulder armor and the man took two blades through the skull. Blood dripped off the ends of them he drew them back revealing the man's eyes to be gone.

The rest of the men ran at him one managing to stab through him, missed anything vital, so he grabbed the mans hand and broke the blade. This broke the bones in the man's hand and the shattered blade turned off. Whirling he took off a man's head cutting in two spots. Yanking his hammer off his back he hit the ground with it flinging them, one died, three remained. The three rushed at him two limped the other was fine, it didn't matter the ground was a mix of guts and blood within a minute. One of them who had his leg cut off said "Show m-m-m-mercy."

Aharon stopped and stood still, why do they say this word. Standing there the sounds of war surrounding him he walked off, hoping he was going the right direction. Many followed but most stopped to help the wounded man, looking at Aharon curiously. Aharon grabbed onto a tree and disappeared up it.

Tags:

[member="Gredak Tenebris"] | [member="Hrealga Nacht"] | [member="Tathra Khaeus"] | [member="Kyrim Tenebris"] | [member="Wrathak"] | [member="Maekhar"]

 

[Bralor Azkaroth]

Post 1
Objective A

Bralor inhaled the air, the smog, the smell of burning flesh and the taste of blood in the air. As sweet as honey on the tounge. At last there time had come. Bralor had been born, bred and trained for this moment. Bralors fellow Shamans awaited his order. Although eager to join the fray, to prove himself both to the Chieftain and the Brynádul as a whole, but also to test his skill against that of the famed Jedi. Warriors and Mystics famed throughout the Galaxy. Bralor could hardly wait to crush them and of course to taste them.

Still it would hardly be prudent to charge into battle without thought or strategy better yet to probe their defences what little they had left. The World was there’s this was just a mop up operation. Bralor gestured to two of his entourage.

“Find Chieftain Tathra inform him of our availability of our service to him during this Siege” Bralor ordered and dismissed the two in question. “The rest of you probe there fortifications find me a weak spot from which we can focus our attack and punch a hole through there defenses”

Bralor gathered his power to him harnessing it and used it to gather the air around him and lift him up to levitate himself for a vantage point of the battle below. The enemies anti-aircraft batteries were still effective against their forces. Bralor used his considerable mental abilities to estimate the range, arc and frequency of the attacks trying to identify any openings from which he could exploit.

[SIZE=11pt]There! A small gap between two batteries, not large enough for any vehicle or large beast, but might just be enough for Bralor himself to slip through and wreak havoc on the defenders. Bralor grind gathering his power too himself once more he launched himself at the opening twisting, diving, ducking with agility successfully managing dodge all incoming fire. Time to have some fun.[/SIZE]

 

[Hraelga Nacht]

Objective C-Discover your path

Post 5

The jedi seemed nervous, his movements very calculated as he approached Hraelga. She knew it was probably because he couldn't afford slipping up and with the drone squad and her own Volrath squad nearby and looking upon this fight, he simply would have no idea what to expect from them. However, Hraelga, like all of her kind did respect valor and strength, even if it was but a fleshling using technology, their kind respected such traits in their adversaries. So rather than being rather blunt about it, she went along with the jedi's challenge, calmly approaching him, though still maintaining a careful watch on his movements.

Then it happened that the Jedi suddenly launched himself at her, swinging the illuminated blade towards her throat. With great effort, the Zealot managed to throw her weight backwards, flinging one leg upwards towards the Jedi. This caused a temporary stalemate, as the foleshling managed to jump over her leg, while she avoided his initial swing. However, he used his momentum to quickly make a quarter turn and swing down his weapon toward her, just as she was sill balancing herself. Only with a quick reflex she managed to grab the man by the wrist and exert some tremenous force, hearing the creaking sound of bones, muscle and tendons under great presure, with as added bonus the sweet sounding scream of pain.

"Just weak flesh after all," With a quick shift in her weight, Hraelga managed to fling the Jedi across the ground, forcing him to skid a few times over the rough terrain, before finally regaining his balance. Yet to his disadvantage, the man had lost his lightsaber close to Hraelga.

[member="Bralor Azkaroth"] [member="Tathra Khaeus"] [member="Aharon’Ra"] [member="Gredak Tenebris"]

 

[Lerropten]

The skies above Lowick were full of an airborne threat. An El'Dolar flew through the skies, followed by a swarm of Draeyde. On the larger creatures back, Lerropten rod, at least until the fully grown El'Dolar landed. The large being riding her quickly stepped off and patting her crest before walking up to [member="Tathra Khaeus"] .

"Chieftain. I am here to assist."

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

​Objective A
Post: 4

​A cry came from above, the Er'Dolar mount of Lerropten craned its upper torso low as its wings billowed in the wind - halting its own momentum as it slowly descended to the ground within the Bryn'adûl Outpost. The beast cried as it drew close to land, its heavy metal reigns yanked back into the saddle as its Master dismounted.

​Lerropten was a Scientist first, and combatant second. He had already proven his usefulness, sworn to secrecy - bound to the service of upholding the Bryn'adûl's most sacred tenants. Together, in service of the Drael; Lerropten had helped cause a scourge among their kind. A culling that helped strengthen their cause.

But he also had other uses. Such as the beast that the titan Tathra was observed moments before. The Er'Dolar was an impressive mount, sturdy and reliable. Or at least, at a glance it appeared so. Vold Lerropten had been made to withhold the use of his experiments in the field for many years, but now - in a more controlled environment, Tathra would see exactly what they were capable of.

​Tathra acknowledged the approach of Lerropten, his right hand barely motion; fingers outstretched in a gesture of acknowledgement.

​"Vold Lerropten." ​Tathra greeted the Drael with a formal, stringent tone. However, there was no time for greetings. Every moment wasted was another maggot Drone.

​"The Temple's AA guns are keeping us from using the Ra'maks to deploy greater Drone numbers. I will take this company of Brutes to assist Commander Maekhar in the attack. I want a group of Er'Dolar riders, todraw the fire of the anti-air turrets when I give a signal. Understood, Vold Lerropten?- ​​Tathra had no time to explain beyond that, if Lerropten had no appraised himself beyond that with the Battle Reports, he would be of no use to the titan either way. ​-Good."

​Leaving with haste, Tathra moved to the front of the Brute Company - heading in the direction of Maekhar's unit.

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