Faction Great Hunt: Sith Academy

[Emissary of Strife]

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The Force is strong on Desevro.

If you stop and listen, you can hear it... the echoes of the past. Of battles and conflicts. Fear from the helpless - anger and despair from the survivors - hatred weighed on those by the mantle of defeat.

The remnants of urban sprawl visible through frosty shuttle windows were the first sight for many of the acolytes who arrived, by choice or otherwise, upon the storied subarctic world. Some were captured padawans from one raid or another, others awoken to the Force and the call of the Dark Side, and a few carried themselves proudly... a hint of training or familiarity that might just set them above the rest.

A group of Sith warriors and teachers stood by the Temple's entrance. "Listen, as I will not repeat," a masculine voice called out to the crowd.

"This temple is to be your place of learning. Your home if you mean to succeed. Your place of death if you fail to survive. That is... if you can claim it."

The armored figure began to pace as he spoke. "Somewhere inside the Temple is a Sith holocron - it rends the sanity from all that it touches, luring beasts easily tainted by its presence, and drawing out the ghosts of dead Sith who once ruled here."

He stopped and stared at one of the acolytes directly, with predatory eyes. The other warriors began to push, shove, and corner the acolytes inside if they refused to funnel inside. All the while, the man continued to speak.

"Once inside, none may leave until the artifact is claimed by one of you and returned to the entrance. That acolyte will be allowed to keep the holocron and divine its secrets.

The rest of you will only earn the right to survive and a chance to prove yourselves as students of the academy."

The door slowly began to close behind the acolytes.

"There are no other rules. I care not how the artifact is retrieved or what happens inside."

Finally, the outside light was extinguished by the great stone doorway, leaving the acolytes to their own devices inside. The Temple was quite labyrinthine, with multiple levels going up and down, and numerous rooms within them. The Dark Side haunted this place with untold strength, and the longer one remained, the greater the danger. Sithspawn, dark side spirits, and a great aura of unease that only grew stronger over time.

Neriah Calven Anet Raine The Lost Vestra Tane Lucinda Anguish Ashbone Lysander von Ascania Carisma Rostu Aicre Shar

Spoiler: OOC

This is not intended to be a DMed experience. Please take liberties with the types of curses, monsters, traps, and other challenges you'll find inside. I may intercede and provide challenges or environmental events if I feel one or more of you are progressing too quickly.

Otherwise, the rules are simple:

• Find the holocron
• Bring it back to the entrance
• Work with, against each other, or alone
• Whoever has the holocron and brings it to the entrance gets to keep it

 

[Aicre Shar]

Tag: OPEN

One eye blinked.

The Arkanian girl was not unused to the cold, but something about this place chilled her open scar differently, deeper.

But if felt familiar.

"Errh..." she growled in annoyance as the guards shoved her.

Still she approached with muted curiosity, head low, eye up, anxiously tugging at the coat's high collar as large hands continued to push her forward. Seeing her teachers for the first time, they were certainly intimidating. The armored speaker who's voice boomed across the frozen grounds, robed sorcerers who's faces seemed more like shadow than anything at all, all dressed in varying shades of black.

Well at least they were fashionable.

"There are no other rules. I care not how the artifact is retrieved or what happens inside."

"W-wait -"

She turned to address the armored figure—surely this was a mistake, she'd come to study the It, not kill!—but the door ground shut in her face, and her raised finger slowly curled into a delicate fist.

Arkanian vision allowed her to see passingly well when the light was swallowed, and the girl was quick to back herself around a corner soon as she thought nobody was looking. She wrung her hands anxiously.

Death.​

Survive.​

No rules,

The words kept coming back to her as she wandered the dark halls. Oh yes, she was sure of it now, they intended them to fight. She'd never been a fight before...! Oh great stars above—was she even armed?? The girl groaned worriedly, then suddenly, in a stroke of Arkanian genius, fumbled for the Medpac she always brought on trips. Pale fingers brought out a Vibroscalpal, carefully tearing open the sterile packaging with her teeth. Her eye lit up in relief as she held it to what little light shone through a sliver in the wall.

However, if these were truly prospective sith than she may well face experienced killers, she'd need every advantage.

Two blades are better than one!

Next she retrieved her Laser Scissors, and knelt down to pick up a loose brick from where the light shone.

Holding it at a careful angle, she smashed the trauma shears at just the right angle to separate the two blades, pocketing both in the left side of her coat.

A knife, and a parrying tool!

She'd show those barbarians what for.

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