Bryn'adûl | Rockin' like a Hurikane

[Tathra Khaeus]

​Hurikane - Bryn'adûl Forward Outpost
​Systemic Expansion & Eradication

​The planet Hurikane was a rocky and barren environment, from all apparent investigations; the planet was devoid of life. For the longest time, the Wild Space systems had remained untouched as the eyes of the Galaxy were fixed upon the core and outer rim. But now fresh eyes took hold, grasping at long forgotten worlds for utilisation in their Wars.

​Hurikane was a rich world, brimming with crystals and various ores. The Bryn'adûl had begun this toil many years ago, they would amass fresh armies and begin conquest soon. The Chieftains rhetoric of Strength held, and it filled Draelvasier hearts with a burdening haste to see their destiny fulfilled. The Bryn'adûl scavenged and searched for resources wherever they could, setting up various small mining outposts throughout the Outer Rim and Wild Space.

​Hurikane's largest mining outpost; Sretar, sat in the depths of one planets largest ravines, split into two sections, top-side and within the caves themselves. Sretar had gone silent, missing three check ins before its routine supply shipment found casualties.

The Bryn'adûl miners delved too greedily and too deep. The Bryn'adûl stationed at Sretar had been massacred, as to by what - the Bryn'adûl did not yet know.

​A small force lead by Marauder Kha was to be dispatched to discern and eliminate the threat.

​| [member="Hrajlmak'Natok"] | [member="Krael Vizkla"] | [member="Naramphra"] | [member="Ankshar Kha"] | [member="Kyrim Tenebris"] |​

 

[Ankshar Kha]

Ankshar strode into the hanger making no effort to be subtle as her armored feet struck the deck. From head to toe the female Drael, seemingly slender in appearance for their kind, was covered in unusually tick plating of her own. The asymmetrical nature of it made armor difficult, but she had managed to strap on various pieces of pitch black to deflect enemy weapons fire. Diagonally strapped to her back was a long, metal stave and high over the Marauder's shoulder was a dual-edged blade making up one fifth the length of the spear.

At just over nine feet tall, she would likely tower over most others present. The black eyes regarded every Drael present in preparation for their punitive mission ahead. The clang of her feet only stopped once she stood before those assembled. "Our mining outpost on the planet below is unreachable. We will assume all are dead unless we discover otherwise," Ankshar's voice boomed through the hanger. "We will also descend and slaughter whoever or whatever defies the Bryn'adûl, and oppose our birthright."

The Marauder's crown of horns swiveled to their resident shaman, "Shaman [member="Hrajlmak'Natok"], your senses will be of use the moment we set foot on this world. The enemy struck quickly to prevent an alarm being raised; I will not have us taken in such a manner. Have the beasts secure our landing area, and monitor for the enemy if they return from afar."

"Commander Tenebris, your squad will find any evidence of this enemy, and how they took this place so quickly." There was no doubting a Shaman's capabilities in mystical arts, but a true hunter in [member="Kyrim Tenebris"] and those under their command would find vital material indicators.

"Theron [member="Naramphra"]," Ankshar looked to the wise educator among them, "you will command the Striker Squad."

Lastly, she turned to the warrior @Krael Vizka among them. "Warbringer Vizkla," the Brute found Ankshar's gaze on him, "the Brutes are yours."

"We do not bring the full might of the horde with us. We strike swiftly and secure our stronghold," the Marauder announced, cautioning them against expecting a large contingent of warriors at their command. "If you have anything to say, do so now." The Aeravalin in her was no opposed to thoughts of those under her command; but as leader she gave no guarantee of putting to practice every idea lain out before her. Or any ideas. Hers was the Will of [member="Tathra Khaeus"] in this matter, and she would see this mission done.

 

[Hrajlmak'Natok]

Draped in traditional Shaman robes, albeit clad in much more armour befitting his nature, Hrajlmak stood with staff in hand amongst the other Drael. Silence from the Hurikane mining outpost had prompted action. Action Hrajlmak first considered frustrating. Resource is the backbone of any conquest and as such, it should be treated with utmost priority. If this outpost had indeed been ravaged, why were they not protected against a threat? But this was only one of many possible explanations, and so he kept his resignations quiet.

The group around him were individuals he often heard of. Some with a better history than others. Hrajlmak was glad he was present. A Shaman being used in a strike force. It was progress toward the reformation himself and Crona'Tas were battling for. If a Zealot presented itself now and Hrajlmak was ordered to remain behind but command from afar, the Zealot would have spoken his last.

Having been briefed, Hrajlmak remained silent. He began putting together a plan in his head. To secure the area ahead of their arrival was simple. Flood the mines with Drones and have them clean the surface if need be. Once secure, surround the air with a Draeyde swarm, leave a number of Drones on the surface and bring others as added meat when they explore deeper.

[member="Ankshar Kha"] / [member="Naramphra"] / [member="Kyrim Tenebris"]​

 

[Krael Vizkla]

Krael stared at the rather spikey female that had been assigned as their commander, listening intently to the simple, almost lacking, plan that the Marauder had laid out for them. His hands closed around a durasteel flail that was attached to his leather belt, holding up the animal skin skirt, the only protection he was wearing. He turned to face his force of Brutes, they were mostly clones, who hadn't seen the heat of many battles, atleast from what his beady orange eyes could see. They looked young. Being young could be good or bad, for today, it was bad.

He turned back, and offered the Marauder a low grunt of a reply, signalling that he had nothing to say. Who would care for the tactical musings of a Baedurin Brute, after all? Was he not, by genetics, meant to be stupider? He was just a lowly commander of the grunts, expected to follow orders, and transmit them unto his troops, wasn't that the way these things worked? He turned back to his brutes once more, and made a savage sound, not un-alike to a war cry. He accompanied the loud roar with several thumps to his heavily scarred chest. His brutes did the same, causing a chain reaction of large, scaled Brutes banging on their chests as hard as they could, and doing their damn best to mimic the sounds one another made.

He made a final turn back to the Marauder, emitting a grunty style of speach.

"The Brute's are ready, Marauder [member="Ankshar Kha"]."

[member="Ankshar Kha"] | [member="Naramphra"] | [member="Kyrim Tenebris"] | [member="Hrajlmak'Natok"]​

 

[Crona'Tas]

[SIZE=11pt]Crona stood far from the crowd. Watching as the assigned commander, Ankshar, issuied orders for the retaking of the Sretar. Crona was given a different directive. He was in control of the Draeyde that would be used in the mission. He knew why he was given this task. It was the connection he shared with Draeyde. A connection born of time,trials,hardships, and failures. Things that Crona wore on his skin. Nevertheless, it would make the mission progress quicker than usual.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Crona requested that he’d be apart of this mission directly but was denied. It was not his class of importance and Ankshar Kha had already been given the assignment. But Crona sensed something. A danger. Crona was no Seer, and knew that well. But the Force had gifted him with foresight before and he believed it was doing it again.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]A small Draeyde landed and perched itself on Crona’s shoulder. “ We’re getting ready to leave, reconnaissance will be your first order, return to me after.” Crona said, eyeing the crowd. He knew something was coming… he just didn’t know what. Crona turned his to the Draeyde. “Go, quickly. Prepare yourselves.” with that the small Draeyde flew off to some unknown location.[/SIZE]

[member="Krael Vizkla"] [member="Hrajlmak'Natok"] @Ankshar Kha [member="Tathra Khaeus"]

 

[Kyrim Tenebris]

Zealot Commander Kyrim Tenebris watched from the edge of the group as Marauder Ankshar denoted them their duties. The Void took a step forwards and stated curtly to the commanding Marauder: "Marauder Sha, Rhivak Squad is ready. We'll find whatever's down there..." As the Force Void spoke, he spun the Force around him to the point of cloaking himself from both the vision of others and from being sensed through the Force, which either way he was already perceived to be not Force Sensitive. But he could still be heard (and smelled and tasted but who would do such a thing?).

"RHIVAK! ON ME!" He yelled, spinning the Laevateinn Blades as he seemingly vanished. The only way his presence was still known was when two of the Brutes were shoved violently out of the way, and then Kyrim's abrupt reappearance(decloaking) in front of the rest of Rhivak Squad who upon hearing the command "On Me" had all jumped to attention.

He smirked knowing that for most, if not all, of the Drael behind him this was their first time viewing him "vanish". The Zealot needed to show his worth, and this was a fun way of doing so. Either way, only Chieftain Tathra Khaeus knew the truth about him and his powers. "Rhivak! Our orders are simple. We are to go planet-side and find what attacked our fellow Draelvasier, and take whatever it is out. Lets go find our kill..." He said, and with that, the entirety of Rhivak Squad followed the uncloaked Commander out to the Hel Dropship which had been retrofitted to hold Hel Shards (drop pods). Upon launching the Drop ship would fly to position itself for the job of releasing Rhivak Squad out in Hel Shards to their specific target...

[member="Crona'Tas"] | [member="Krael Vizkla"] | [member="Hrajlmak'Natok"] | [member="Ankshar Kha"] | [member="Tathra Khaeus"]​

 

[Ankshar Kha]

The Marauder gave a sharp nod. "To the Hel Shards," she snapped as none had any pressing matters to rise before the engagement began.

Each of those present and given command over their number were entrusted to carry out their duty to its fullest. She did not need to tell them what to do; she expected them to all ready know. They had trained for battle, and now it was upon them. They had yearned for it, and now they would have it. The Marauder did not believe what they would find was any trivial matter, and there was no indication from the dropship's present condition of chemical spill or radiation that would explain the sudden silence. A threat was here. They would find it. Then they would eradicate it.

Tenebris and Hrajlmak would take priority upon their arrival. Securing their landing area and ensure the enemy did not surround or elude them. They could not be so focused on flooding into the facility that they neglected their surroundings. That was where Naramphra and Vizkla would come in next. They would take and hold Sretar as they advanced.

Ankshar pulled out a datapad to examine the available schematics of the mining facility as she strode quickly toward a Shard. They would start deep in a ravine, and delve only deeper into the world as they went. Confining quarters rather than an open battlefield of armies crashing upon one another. The command and security stations would be prioritized if there was not ample evidence presented to them upon arrival. Even if their deaths had been sudden, the machines should possess data to guide their next actions.

The drop would be into a deep ravine with little chance any would quickly scale it by hand. Initial survey of the area didn't seem to reveal any dangers or enemies in the area; they would drop near the entrance where the terrain allowed their forces to disembark and find stable footing to assemble and advance.

She found her position in the vessel and secured herself for the drop. Once the signal all Shards were loaded, the Marauder opened the channel to Control. "Drop."

Tag: [member="Krael Vizkla"] | [member="Naramphra"] | [member="Kyrim Tenebris"] | [member="Hrajlmak'Natok"] | [member="Tathra Khaeus"]​

 

[Hrajlmak'Natok]

Hrajlmak sunk into a Hel Shard and secured himself to its interior. In the moments before their drop, he focused on the myriad yet similar minds of the drones he would command. He heard their primitive thoughts and instincts like a whir in his ears. Soon, those thoughts and feelings fell into a rhythm with his own. Now they were his. They quickly piled themselves haphazardly into any Shard they could find and found themselves descending from the clouds only minutes later.

A noise he was all too familiar with, Hrajlmak's armoured robes clanked and scratched against the inside of his shard. Staff in hand, his thirst for violence only heightened as the seconds passed. The wind whistled outside, his breath low and filled with blood-lust. Without warning, his Shard punched into the ravine floor followed immediately by a muffled kick that sent a violent-shaman size chunk shard spinning through the air. Hrajlmak stepped out onto the stony floor. Several more shards came crashing down around him, out of which his drones came clambering out. Not straying too far, the mindless Drael scrambled ahead to primitively recon the immediate area. Hrajlmak stood near his shard and kept himself in tune with what they saw and felt.

[member="Ankshar Kha"] / [member="Kyrim Tenebris"] / [member="Crona'Tas"] / [member="Krael Vizkla"] / [member="Tathra Khaeus"]​

 

[Primal Architect]

​Hurikane - Bryn'adûl Forward Outpost
​Systemic Expansion & Eradication

​The Bryn'adûl forces deployed under the Command of Marauder Kha arrived on a relatively empty open-roofed hangar. A massive, empty space with no more than a few dozen scattered Drael corpses, and the long burnt out chassis' of destroyed vessels. At a distance, there was little blood. Little evidence of much beyond an insignificant skirmish.

​Sretar was silent, a callous wind the arriving Bryn'adûl forces only greeting. The only remaining sign of life was the Command Centre high above them, a pillar of black smoke erupted from the shattered half of the building. Without greater observation, the means of attack would not so easily be discerned.

​The largest part of Shaman, Brute & Marauder were furthest from the main building - but closer to the supposed skirmished bodies. Rhivak Squad landed south, closer to access tunnels and the power core of Sretar. Scans indicated the core had been disabled, Rhivak was tasked with ascertaining the damage whilst Marauder Kha oversaw securing the outpost.

​The Draeyde danced through the sky like a black inked tendril, warping light as they fluttered downward. Spiralling into the lower depths of the station. More bodies, perhaps - strange crystals.

​| [member="Hrajlmak'Natok"] | [member="Ankshar Kha"] | [member="Kyrim Tenebris"] | [member="Crona'Tas"] | [member="Krael Vizkla"] |​

 

[Crona'Tas]

[SIZE=9pt]Crona stood at the entrance of a long hallway, located in the station. He stood there, waiting. Waiting for the return of a Draeyde. With his arms crossed and his mind opened, Crona listened for the return of his Draeyde. He’d been there for awhile. He had arrived long before any others, mostly for his role as a scout. A role he did not enjoy but still held with great importance. In honesty, he had not heard of this station. It was mostly a mysterious to him. But he couldn’t expect to know everything that happened in the Bryn’adul. Crona hung his head back, gazing up at the sky. Draeyde circled about, leaving a foreboding presence for others and comfort for Crona. It was good to know that his rear end was being watched at all times. In many ways he imagined that his reliance on the Draeyde would be his downfall. But it never helped to think of your emanate death and he doubted that reliance would kill him. Crona’s feeling of dread had passed, thinking it was just his old thoughts catching him off guard.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Crona head lowered back down to the hallway, watching as a Draeyde approached. With a few flaps of the wings, it landed on a hand Crona had outstretched, “Ah, what have you found?” Crona coughed with enthusiasm. Crona’s eyes widened under his mask, “Bodies? Was that all?” the small flying creature spoke more of what it saw, deep into the station, “Hmmm, interesting. We must inform the others.” Crona began to walk down the hallway. Crona snapped his fingers, a swarm of Draeyde started to congregate behind him.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“I have discovered something.” Crona said into his communicator, sending the details of what he had found at the same time.[/SIZE]

[member="Hrajlmak'Natok"] - [member="Ankshar Kha"] - [member="Kyrim Tenebris"] - [member="Krael Vizkla"] - [member="Tathra Khaeus"]

 

[Ankshar Kha]

After the Hel Shards slammed into the landing pad, Ankshar stepped from the smoldering crash site and surveyed the area. A battle was fought her, but either their kin had barely harmed a single foe, or something unnatural occurred here. Too little blood for a proper defense or counter. And there was still the sudden loss of all communication with the outpost as well.

"Secure this area. Sweep it for signs of the enemy. What weapons they used, how surgical their strike. Everything," the Marauder commended as she began to stride across the broken hanger. "We will begin by securing our way forward. Do not hesitate to kill any hostile creatures you find. We will interrogate recordings for information, or perhaps find one of their kind trapped within the outpost." Much information that could be gleaned from taking one alive, the entire mission felt more like a trap by the second. Not because it was a bait to draw them in, but by the sheer efficiency of the strike; the enemy might still be near and eager to demonstrate their mettle once more.

Her gaze fell to a display as Crona'Tas reported in. "Crystals? Can they retrieve a sample?" Was it a byproduct of weapon or engine discharge? Or something mined nearby that had been stolen. Any source of information would be a boon now.

Tag: [member="Krael Vizkla"] | [member="Crona'Tas"] | [member="Kyrim Tenebris"] | [member="Hrajlmak'Natok"] | [member="Tathra Khaeus"]​

 

[Naramphra]

Theron Naramphra stood at attention as her yellow eyes watched over the group. She wore a simple gray dress, wrapped around her frame in a rather humble way. When the best fall from grace, it only made sense. Her time in prison was long, but she was vindicated. But that did not change the shame and dishonor of what happened earlier. Could she ever prove herself once more? Only time would tell.

She cleared her throat and gave a nod to [member="Ankshar Kha"]. Her tail swayed through a hole in the dress, "Yes, Mauauder Kha," she spoke somewhat quietly, but still confidently. As confident as it could be, at least. She took a deep breath as she prepared herself for the drop, and what would come next. Her time in confinement made her realize many things... Even if she hadn't quite figured it all out, yet.

The drop was pleasant enough - finding herself and the Striker Squad staring up at the command center that was burning. Hm. Glancing to her squad, "Remember, always be vigilant," her comms relaying the message to each of them. She glanced at the piece of tech on her arm, which ran through the report from [member="Crona'Tas"]. Interesting - not something she expected, either.

"Move out," she said quietly as her eyes watched her surroundings carefully as the Striker Squad moved out to help secure the area. She held her blaster, but ensured her tail was ready to swing in case something unpleasant happened.

[member="Primal Architect"] | [member="Hrajlmak'Natok"] | [member="Kyrim Tenebris"] | [member="Krael Vizkla"] | [member="Tathra Khaeus"] (Sorry for coming in so late! Let me know if I need to change anything etc.)

 

[Hrajlmak'Natok]

Hrajlmak eyed the environment passively as he strode around the hangar. Drones ran every which way, digging into any hole or crevice in an attempt to find anything of worth. Hrajlmak came to a stop by a Drael corpse, stooped down and sunk his claws into the carcass. Hoisting it to eye level, each of the Shaman's four eyes analysed the lifeless flesh. Where there was trauma, there were crystals. Lacerations were filled with oozing blood, but also crystal fragments of varying size. An acknowledging rumble came from Hrajlmak's throat at which point he promptly dropped the corpse to the floor.

"Natives. These incompetent fools were overrun by the locals. The wounds on the bodies all have fragment or particulate crystal in them."

Hrajlmak spoke to all present. Deciding there was nothing left to assess on the surface, he silently coaxed his Drones toward the access tunnels. The majority of his force piled up outside while only a select few would enter. Cannon fodder for the sake of reconnaissance. If they saw anything, he would see it. If they were killed, he'd know. If they found nothing. A wasted effort.

"Rhivak Squad, I'm throwing a small number of Drones into the tunnels. The surface is empty".

[member="Tathra Khaeus"] / [member="Naramphra"] / [member="Ankshar Kha"] / [member="Crona'Tas"] / [member="Primal Architect"] / [member="Kyrim Tenebris"] / [member="Krael Vizkla"]​

 

[Primal Architect]

With the exception of the new arrivals, the base was exempt of life. The humming of the machines dulled by what appeared to be multitudes of magenta crystals and a strange water-like liquid. Both of indiscernible origin. It appeared those who had attacked the facility had destroyed both its occupiers and the technology in use.

​Perhaps they hated it even more than the Drael did.

​Those of force aptitude would find that the closer they drew towards the access tunnels, a distant yet familiar rhythm deep inside the earth, hidden from prying eyes. The crystals within the tunnels faintly glowed in rhythm with the distant pulse. The blueprints available detailed that the Command Centre was in the ground-side portion of the facility and, according to the details provided by their mission briefing would help in ascertaining the extent of the damage.

​| [member="Hrajlmak'Natok"] | [member="Naramphra"] | [member="Ankshar Kha"] | [member="Kyrim Tenebris"] |​

 

[Kyrim Tenebris]

Upon landing farther south than the rest of the strike forces, Rhivak Squad did light reconnaissance on their surroundings and centered their focus on the access tunnels. Entering in pairs, Kyrim took point. He cloaked himself completely from view, both from the Force and from those not attuned to it. When the group needed to stop, Kyrim would decloak his hand and raise a fist, which would appear to be floating for the rest of them.

The inside of the facility was almost completely dark and littered with corpses, each with lacerations which glistened as if covered in glass or metal particles. Kyrim did not worry about this, but he still had one of the other zealots report it. As they got closer and closer to the Core, Kyrim began to feel as if something else was there, but he just couldn't place what it was. It felt as if something was watching them through either the Force or something very similar. Within the Core, one of the zealots managed to find out how to turn back on the lights via a box labeled emergency light, but as to how she did it Kyrim did not care as his zealot training completely dissuaded him from thinking to hard about it. With there being some light created from these "emergency light" things, Kyrim was able to check to see if the Core was still functional. The Core itself was still functioning, barely, as the systems and machines were all beaten up and dented. And of course, each of these dents had these shiny particles, which upon closer inspection turned out to be crystalline in structure. "This is Rhivak to Marauder Kha. We have secured the Facility. Numerous corpses, deaths still unknown but likely causes include heavy laceration by crystalline objects, and poisons." He reported to the Marauder.

Just as he finished speaking, Hrajlmak'Natok's message came through. Without a second thought Kyrim fell prone, with the rest doing the same. In the distance they could hear the drones swarming into the small tunnels. A "small number" always looked big in smaller spaces, and here the mini-swarm thundered overhead as they flushed out anything which could have remained and spread through the facility. Getting up off of the floor, all while muttering to each other about the lack of efficient communication between shamans and zealots, Rhivak Squad was given its next directive by Kyrim: "If what killed our brothers is not here, and we have been tasked with finding out who, then what are we still doing here? Lets move Rhivak Squad! Lets go find what killed our brothers and exact our revenge!" This revenge would necessitate approval from the Marauder, but Kyrim didn't see where or how he could be denied such a request...

[member="Primal Architect"] | [member="Hrajlmak'Natok"] | [member="Naramphra"] | [member="Ankshar Kha"] ​

 

[Ankshar Kha]

Kha strode toward the entrance of the facility intent on making haste to the command center. Reports from the team filtered to her, which only raised more questions than they answered.

"Scout the tunnels. Be ready if the enemy responds," the Marauder replied back though the order should have been obvious. "Do not scout too deep until we have the schematics." A few drones lost wouldn't matter in the grand scheme of things, she knew this. Their commander deciding to move deeper in order to maintain control was what concerned Ankshar.

Likewise, she fanned the high flames in others present, "Rhivak Squad, we need more information on our enemy. Go." Crystalline enemies? They took the facility quickly. Could they have already been inside? Could they somehow pass as inert material? If so, it would pose serious hazards regardless of assignment or location. They could already be surrounded. Perhaps, Kha thought, she should like that Hrajlmak'Natok spurred a localized reaction.

"I will be in the command center shortly. Once the map is found it will be sent to all leaders." Whatever happened was triggered by recent activity. If they could identify where the most recent expansion occurred perhaps they would find the heart of the enemy -- so they could crush it.

Tag: [member="Krael Vizkla"] | [member="Crona'Tas"] | [member="Kyrim Tenebris"] | [member="Hrajlmak'Natok"] | [member="Tathra Khaeus"] | [member="Naramphra"]​

 

[Hraelga Nacht]

She'd been carefully observing the ways on how the Marauder was leading the assault, keen to see wether or not this one was worth serving and thus by extension the Creator. Hraelga was possibly even more dogmatic and zealous than most of her kin, which was possibly to blameon the fact that her mutagen so closely resembled that of the great Chieftain, but she did realize that her appearance was also not that far off from Marauder Kha, making her wonder what batch she hailed from. Yet, as she adhered to the structure of command, Hraelga simply did as she was told, following and executing the commands of the marauder to a tee. However, despite her willingness to do so, it seemed someone or something had been to the facility before they did, destroying the detestable traces of technology commonly used by the fleshling infestation, making it seem like there was actually something out there with a similar view upon these...mechanics.

"Marauder Kha," Hraelga's slender and slim form slowly lurched out of the shadows, her head tilted a bit to the left with an inquisitive look within her piercing golden eyes. "Should we not use caution when facing something which can decimate such a facility to such an extend?"

Standing still next to the Marauder, Hraelga let out a somewhat sinister chuckle, a sound more reminiscent to the clicking of aan insects mandibles than anything else. "Unless you have specific needs of me, I shall remain to be your guard. Command me and I will do as you ask."

[member="Ankshar Kha"]

 

[Primal Architect]

​The tunnels were by in large barren, few lights emanating from the stone-torches kept some areas of the tunnel lit. Dull shades of red flickering, some damaged by the same crystals imbedded in the fallen Bryn'adûl. However deeper in the mines, was a faint glow, greater in size than the barely alight crystals. Deeper in, it was ebbing and waning like a dying star, deep in the depths of the tunnel. Closer to the elevators that lead to the deeper sections of the facility.

The Command Centre was scorched earth, crystals and Bryn'adûl spike rounds were stuck in the walls, large amounts of crystals dotted the hallway; soaked in the same liquid that clogged the machinery. Some spikes remained imbedded In the crystals, others were shattered by the spikes.

​Within the Command Centre, was something similar to the hallway but greater in intensity. Nearly piece of stone equipment, carved or uncarved was damaged. The floor was damp with a mixture of blood and water-based liquids. Ventilation areas were surrounded by spikes, rock was torn and shattered by crystals, it was as if the Bryn'adûl had become cornered. Attacked from every direction.

​| [member="Hrealga Nacht"] | [member="Ankshar Kha"] | [member="Kyrim Tenebris"] | [member="Naramphra"] |​