Dominion Bryn'adûl | Dominion of Maldra IV

[Fomoris]

Objective 2: Follow the tenants
Post: Three
Tags: Tathra Khaeus Galak Hraelga Nacht

One of the concepts of their prey that the Aeravalin had spoke of within his presence previously was that of love.
As far as he could best understand, it was a form of loyalty and respect that was given, regardless of merit and entirely ignoring logic. It was a biological weakness for the chemical reaction that they had so titled love was given to those who carried a similar bloodline and genetics to the subject, even if it was a wretch devoid of honour or strength. When he had heard it, Fomoris had scoffed, another example of the pathetic weakness that was inherent to other races but now, turning to face his creator, he wondered.

The chieftain was perfection of the Bryn’adûl image, slaughter incarnate and a figure of such deadly intent, even Fomoris felt the disgusting taint of reservation, perhaps even fear within his body.

Long had he wished to stand before the great Alpha of his people but not like this, not with blood lingering in the air and not one drop of it was spilled by his hand. Meeting the burning gaze that promised the galaxies end, Fomoris thundered a massive fist to his chest in salute.

“Brute Minor, I am named Fomoris, Chieftain. The General and Marauder both held conflicting opinions on the next course of action, both paths held merit and both were unyielding in their certainty and so tested to see whom held the stronger conviction for it is the strong that we follow.”

While it was the truth, Fomoris did not add that the path that the Marauder would have had them take was slick with Baedurin blood but he also would not lie to protect the Aeravalin.

Held fixed by the stare of his leader, Fomoris revisited the idea of love as he had been told. He did not love Galak, whom he would have followed into any slaughter or firefight. He did not even love his Chieftain for whom he would have taken any bullet or blade for. If either ever showed weakness to the ideals of their people, Fomoris would attempt to end their existence and likely die in the attempt. But that was also part of what he truly loved, the idea that the strong lead and the weak bleed.

What he did love was the Bryn’adûl.

 

[Galak]

Post: Eleven
Objective: Show no weakness
Tags - Hraelga Nacht | Fomoris | Tathra Khaeus

Galak's eyes darted to Hraelga like daggers, lying to a medical team was one thing. But to their Chieftain? Entirely another. As both the Marauder and Titan spoke, the General's mouth moved but words were not the result. His jaw twitched perhaps, but no thought was discernible in any verbal form. The General was at a loss, no amount of training or combat prowess had readied him for this moment.

A Marauder, a chosen Warrior by the Chieftain himself so flippantly disregarded their most sacred beliefs. It disheartened the General greatly, called into question his own standing here and now. Was he responsible? He could not know. Galak felt infinitely smaller as the Titan judged them all with his gaze, with his words. Tathra would never have been questioned by an inferior ranking member in quite such a challenging fashion, yet nor would he have ever called upon such a heartless and thoughtless objective such as the needless death of their own kind. The duality was there, did Galak forsake his loyalty for comradely? He did not know, could not.

Any choice that forced a Draelvasier to forsake any tenant in favour of another was anathema.

All eyes turned to Fomoris as the Chieftain turned his steely gaze to the Brute Minor. Galak felt his gut clench as the Brute spoke, but was ultimately relieved by his answer. Truth prevails. Truth always prevailed. The Bryn'adûl were harbingers of truth. They brought truth in bloody battle to a Galaxy that would ignore that. The General felt somewhat restored, proud of the Minor under his charge.

"Fomoris speaks true, Sire."

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: Discover
Post Four
Tags - Bazh'Thu | Hrajlmak'Natok

Even from this distance, the Primarch could feel the unnatural cold that stemmed from the site of the cosmic energy through his connection to the Shaman's Natok and Bazh'thu. Equally, the Shaman Primarch had noted the silent exit by the Chieftain as well. A great disturbance was the undercurrent to this entire world. No doubt the Titan felt it as well, even with his Resistant form. It seemed as though the entire planet was cocooned in a dark cosmic energy.

The notion was disturbing to the Primarch, perhaps the planet was affecting those on the surface without their knowledge. It wasn't impossible, such things had transpired on various planets and even by his own hand many times. The powers of the force were a pathway to many abilities, and an untapped whirlwind of wild cosmic energy such as this could lead by many things, some that could be considered unnatural. Such is the way of things with such morbid fates falling upon a planets populace.

They could have served the Bryn'adûl in death, becoming so much more in the fuel of their righteous Crusade. But now, now they were nothing. It disheartened even Drek'ma himself. Ah, that was it. The world was warped with the stench of defeatism and melancholy. It warped all their visions if even just slightly, including his.

Then Natok informed him of the nature of the Construct. Perhaps it was the conduit of the Nexus. The Primarch would not act with haste, patience was key.

"Proceed."

 

[Bazh'Thu]

Objective: Discover.
Post: 4
Tag: Hrajlmak'Natok .

Leading the way for the investigatory contingent, Bazh'thu lurched froward towards the entryway of the series of tunnels, treading his malabast quarter-staff in hand, The creases on the Beast Master's natural bone armour were saturated in chalks of white, amassed from their drawn-out traverse through the wintry Maldran wilderness.

The subterranean passages were infused with cerulean imbue, scattered along the un-pigmented permafrost found within the suspected geological construct. The once deafening snow-storms outside were immediately hushed by the blank vacuum that resided within the interiors of the cylindrical structure. However, there was one peculiarity that the Shaman investigatory contingent received in an instant as they entered the shadows - the frigidity that resided was immense, yet bitter in nature, as if Death lingered within the passages, and so the sorrowful cries of the extinguished seemingly reverberated by the constant colliding of the ice-walls.

" The souls of the deceased be punished,
for their heathen works spread false belief.
Their civilization had to end for our righteous Crusade "
Bazh'thu mocked the unfortunate self-demise of their supposed rivals.
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According to the universal Draelvasier belief, it is stated that the Crusade was indeed held by the right hands of the Bryn'adûl. Molded and indoctrinated into the Drael Tenants, Bazh'thu carried the same beliefs throughout the course of his entire life, The Tenants of the Draelvasier were branded across the hearts of their brethren as soon as they were conceived from the Chieftain's blood. Spawns of pure evil, they were called by those who stood in their way. But to themselves, they were the righteous of all men, It was a life-long testament instilled into their minds, rightfully indoctrinated at birth to outspread the irreproachable cause of the Bryn'adûl , doing whatever it takes to triumphantly perpetrate their campaign unto puny worlds. The Shaman Beast Master was confident in the favorable outcome of their Crusade, and so he believed that it can be achieved through cleansing the frail worlds. Soon, the weak will be no more, and true power will rise.

" Through the entire course of my mere existence,
I recall only an eventuality alike to this sensation.
Edemar, home of yore to the Jedi-heathen. "
The Beast Master recollected of his past existence, as the contingent wandered.​

The Beast Master came to slowly shut his azure eyes, and concentrated to recount the rise and fall of Edemar. In his visions, Bazh'thu saw Edemar in its antiquity. The Kad'Maera told of its "true" past, that heretical settlements sprawled across the regions of old, and by time, its feeble citizens erected a Fortress, to serve as shelter for their protectors, the Jedi-heathen. Filled with spoils of war and terror, their complicated history came to a halt, as the Chieftain himself personally marched into the lands with his entire army, wiping out the whole populace in his conquest. With their blood and bones as foundation, the Chieftain furbished himself a newly-constructed Fortress, in which his throne laid unseated, cast with the corrupted Kyber wielded by the Jedi-heathen.

" The Throne of Want, it was named. Strong in raw, cosmic energy.
It was a reminder of the Chieftain's authority and power..
Through its mantle, one receives the blessing of blood-lust. "
Bazh'thu cast his mind back on his initial encounter with a Nexus.​

As the investigatory contingent delved into the narrow passages of the construct, the ice-rocks began to unveil the obvious heretical nature of the construct. The tabular steel visibly appeared within the near-transparent ice-walls, joined by a series of illuminated back-lights. Seemingly abandoned by its precursors, the frozen construct laid quietly still, evidently without the safe-keeping of its now-departed constructors. Bazh'thu held his skeletal fingers into a halt as they approach a dead-end, but in a closer look, held a well-secured door-way, constructed in heretical steel. The Shamans behind him calmly sauntered into his side, clenching power-mining equipment in their hands as they begin to siphon the resources around the area.

" Gather and extract any resources you deem vital,
They are subjects for observation and experimentation. "
The Shaman Beast Master commanded the contingent to begin the extraction.​

 

[Hraelga Nacht]

Objective: "Hide" the Truth
Post count: 10
Tag: Fomoris | Tathra Khaeus | Galak

Slightly surprised by the Titan's movement, Hraelga looked upwards at the Chieftain's impressive visage, realizing how imposing the Bryn'adûl's embodiment of power truly was in comparison to herself and even to others such as the brute general Galak, who in his own right was already a large specimen. Since she realized that in her state she was even less likely to survive the Chieftain's ire, should it come to it, the marauder simply lowered her head in obedience, following the tennants that dictated the weak were to bow to the strong and though she did not accept the occurance as a loss on her part, she couldn't force her will upon anyone in her current state and with her current condition.

"There has been conflict...a disagreement in regards to the containment of information and morale," With the Zealot under her command already having placed a coagulating gel upon her wound, her blood had sped up in closing off the wounds with a scab, while further medical attention was no doubt necessary, it was at the least possible for Hraelga to stand on her own now, removing her arm from the Zealot, she knelt down before the Chieftain. "Sire, Should my actions have displeased you, my life and soul as always are at your mercy and command."

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: Discover
Post: Five
Tags - Hraelga Nacht | Fomoris | Galak

He stood still for a moment, weighing the options as his gaze shifted from one Drael to the next. There was no deception to be derived from the words nor eyes of the Brute Minor, his loyalty rang true as the long trusted General affirmed his words. His eyes shifted to Galak, his reliability and success weighed in the Titan's mind. His mercy for the Marauder was fascinating, the act was not entirely a mistake. But what damage the Marauder might do in the future would weigh on the General's shoulders, as well as his own. If he allowed her to go, that was.

Now, looking down on the knelt Marauder - Tathra was embarrassed by her incompetence. Beaten by a mere General? The Marauder's were intended to act as representatives of his will. The primal urge was to make an example of her, in front of them. But that urge was lowly and base, perhaps what he had once seen in the Zealot was still within. They would find out, together. But not here, not now. The Titan's shoulders sloped ever-so slightly, his hand falling back to his side as he stepped out of the way of the door.

​

He would deal with the Marauder later, the more pressing matter at hand was the laboratory and its findings. Tathra's eyes returned to the half-dissected Baedurin on the metal bed. Indeed, this was a difficult situation. However he'd hoped that the tenants he put in place would have substituted for his presence in trying moments such as this. Before the Titan were examples of both, however each of them believed themselves servants of the Truth - of strength. As with the heretics that came before them, this was but a test for themselves.

Perhaps the only way forward was to pit the General and Marauder against one and other, or let it play out by itself. Tathra would not tip the scale in either's favour. Power would see one the total victor the next they clashed. Tathra stepped closer to the corpse, eyes shifting to the various screens. It'd been some time since he'd last read Aurabesh but languages were hard to forget.

​

The disgusts was heavy in his voice, sneering down at the cold and lifeless form. His fists instinctively clenched, There were bits and pieces, bones and chipped away scales on various plates around the bed. They had been studying everything, as to what they had learned. He wished to know.

 

[Hrajlmak'Natok]

Objective: Discover
Post Five

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Hrajlmak had never come in contact with a nexus himself. He was well versed, like any good Shaman, in the nature of the cosmic energy. But here, Bazh'Thu stood far superior in experience. And even he was an infant in such experience! The group slowed to a halt and several broke off with their equipment to divest the machination of its flesh. Ahead of them stood a doorway sealed in what was almost certainly metal born of unnatural means. Conventionally, a brute or other hefty Baedurin would make short work of the door. Hrajlmak almost cringed at the thought. He stepped forward, red inferno growing in his palm. Twisting around slightly, he brought his arm behind him and bowled the fireball aggressively into one corner of the doorway. Again, he twisted and cast until each corner was dripping with molten metal. With the doorway weakened, he approached and kicked the center with obnoxious power.

A muffled crunch accompanied the settling of the flying door. A corpse was on the receiving end of Hrajlmak's entry. He flashed a look to Bazh'Thu, oops across his face as Tathra's orders clung in his mind.

"We found it like this." He mumbled telepathically.

The pair moved into the room the bulkhead had sealed. An almost overwhelming chill engulfed them. Lights blinked faintly. At one end of the room, a control console flashing aggressively under the ice. Hunched over it, a frozen corpse. All around, carcasses petrified in the cold. All with expressions of pain. Teeth bared, faces wrinkled. Careful not to desecrate another testament to cowardice, Hrajlmak carefully navigated across the room, taking it in as he went. Complex machinery, large cables, more than enough consoles. All wretched. All disgusting. Thoughtful talons passed gently over the inanimate, coming to rest at one of many screens. Hrajlmak eyed it curiously.

"Primarch Drek'ma questioned the various spikes of energy. This construct is one. I assume each spike is much the same. All constructs built to alter this world. All activated in unison. The cosmic energy seems to have coalesced within these machinations responsible for countless deaths.."

Speaking into his communicator, "Primarch. Myself and shaman Bazh'Thu have come to the heart of one of the many curious spikes in energy. My best explanation is that the spikes are all geo-engineering facilities activated together to rapidly destabilize the climate. The cosmic energy must have coalesced around constructs that were responsible for the deaths of so many. This satisfies what we know and what we have discovered."

Primarch Drek'ma​

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: Discover
Post: Five
Tags - Hrajlmak'Natok | Bazh'Thu |

The Primarch listened to what both had to say on the matter, Drek'ma knew both would provide useful insight. The Shaman Natok was the more experienced of the two regarding Foreign technology, where as Bazh'Thu was of greater knowledge in regards to the Force anomalies present at Edemar and now here. It was by no coincidence the pair had been matched. The Primarch knew the utilities of all his subservient Shaman brethren.

Hrajlmak's assessment that the Nexuses were attached to specific locations due to their relation to the events that had transpired made too much sense. The locations did not seem relevant to one and other alone, but now with that note in mind; he could see that each continent of the planet had a total of four of these anomalies each. The pieces of the puzzle fall into place, and the picture was clear. The other Shaman research teams were reporting in similar finds, and similar inability to deactivate the Machines - it appeared as though the Global Nexus had infused itself with the machines as Natok predicted.

"Retrieve your samples, Shaman Thu. I will discuss these anomalies with Hierarch Selkollar before we proceed any further."