Having a Monster as a Master [Abraxas]

[Zef Halo]

Einarr Warscream meditated on the cold ground awaiting the arrival of his Master. He had finally been assigned a Sith Lord who would teach him the powers of the dark side of the Force. The past few years Einarr had spent his time voyaging around the galaxy following the insturctions of a holocron of a Sith Lord who taught him the basics for one that could be called a Sith Acolyte. More specifically, it gave him a foundation in Sith Alchemy and Sith Magic. Due to that, a Sith Axe was clipped on his belt, a weapon bearing the same qualities a Sith Sword had but it was an axe.

His thoughts moved from his past to what the future might hold for him and especially imagining his dream of leading the Valkyri on a galactic-wide raid. Someday...someday...


Conquer.


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((OOC: Short post, I left the surroundings undescribed so you could fill them in whatever preference you'd like. ))

 

[Darth Eversor]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tY92NAdGaR4​

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...Serenity...​

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Rusted crimson, soundless void.​

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Faceless, cracked and subtle.​

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Beauty of the flesh, stretched over steel and bolted in place.​

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Flesh not meant for that of the devil, but for the admiration of a true artist.​

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The galaxy shall know silence, and their gaze shall be their voice.​

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The cold dungeon made home by the monstrosity was now inhabited by two living entities among corpses and flesh covered walls. Faces stretched and pinned to the cloak of Abraxas as trophies and as a reminder of the sinners that dares to dwell on the womb of shadows. He stared from the darkness and observed this man seeking strength in the ways of slaughter. "...You are worthy, acolyte...your mind is strong..." Abraxas slowly emerged, war-blade drawn. The greatsword seemed to harbor a darkness of its very own, tainted by the deeds of its wielder.

"...Stand up, there are no need for formalities here. You are not a Sith, but a vessel for this gift of true divinity. No moniker shall bind you from your path and what you carve away from it. There is no evil; however, others will tell you with such a persistence that there is the extraordinarily evidence of damnation within actions. Do not mind these words, for there is only choice. Words are given definition, and like any bond, it can be broken and become meaningless."

Abraxas gripped the hilt of his blade with both hands, readying himself.

"...Show me your hatred..."

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[Zef Halo]

The voice had an innate darkness and evil within it that made it fit perfectly the brutal dungeon where the owner of this voice resided. Yet, despite the dark nature of the place and of the voice, Einarr did not truly expect to stand up and be shorter than the massive armored embodience of death. He had been used, due to his species, to be like a tower amongst the population of the galaxy but Abraxas was certainly not Valkyr but certainly taller by a few inches. Something about that dreadful Sith made the Valkyr grin his wolfish snarl, this indeed was the person who could advance his abilities.

The acolyte took out his Sith Axe as he analysed the long two-handed sword that Abaxas possessed and realized that he had to get in close to the man. For a massive figure, Einarr was truly gifted with agility and speed, and he aimed to use them now to prove his strength to the armored embodience of death before him.

"...Show me your hatred..." ​

And so he did...

The hate and anger coursed through his blood at the thought of how passive his race were and how great potential they had to raid and pillage the whole galaxy, Einarr fueled this feelings into the Force and enhanced his capabilities before dashing forward with a burst of force speed to kickstart him towards the massive armored Sith. The Valkyr would attempt to use his speed to get past the man's range of defence and closer to Abraxas where it would be much better for his axe. If he did succeed getting past the Sith Knight's range of defence, Einarr would attempt a direct slash at the man's midsection.


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[Darth Eversor]

"...You are not the first..."​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oYQOceOcfkI​

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And so as the acolyte made his first impression of hatred manifest, Abraxas observed his body language. This one was strong, resilient. But this maneuver to advance upon the monstrosity was a futile trick that had been pulled from the sleeves of many. The behemoth raised his blade just in time to attempt to block the blow, if successful, the retaliation would begin with Abraxas launching an armored fist into the sternum of the man to knock him back and away. Like his master, the apprentice would at some point learn that he too possesses a gift. A noble birthright in some sense, to become one with and truly embrace that of the shadow and endless dark.

This very realm they sparred on was feeding into the hatred of either individual. Like a spectator that was everywhere and nowhere at once, it roared and cried silently for precious crimson. Abraxas could not and would not try to kill this man, for he was a key to the new horizon just beyond the plains of Ambria. Soon all would see the freedom and beauty of the wisdom Abraxas wished to preach, for all ears as of now are corrupt and misguided by false pretense and lies.

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There were no lies to spew from the maw of the behemoth. Only the gossip of the end of mere flesh.​

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[Zef Halo]

The massive black blade that belonged to the large Sith Knight came right in time to clash with Einarr's sith axe. Sparks exploded when steel met steel and the gruesome screech of the clash was the sound of the screams of all the foes that had their lives taken by both weapons. As the weapons met, Abraxas immediately retaliated with a punch towards the Valkyr's gut. Wielding a one handed weapon gave Einarr the ability to use his other han freely when needed and so he did.

Einarr struck the man's fist with his hand and felt a slight surge of pain when his forearm met with the armored hand, yet he would press on. The Valkyr assumed that going back would halt the initiative he had had and let his opponent dictate the tempo due to the Sith Knight's long sword and reach advantage. The dark side of the Force ran through him even as stronger knowing that this was truly a challenge and not just another victim.

Quickly attempting another slash at the man while frowning as he used the Force to pull his lightsaber hilt out of his belt into the air above. Activating it with telekinesis, he guided the red lightsaber to drop down from above as a missile towards his Master. That was something knew he wanted to try, a telekinetic style that supplemented his quick style in combat, making the foe regard more than one danger and split his attention. He believed that such style of combat where Einarr himself is not the only danger in the battle would be of great advantage to the Valkyr in time to come. In this scenario, he knew that Abraxas would be strong and experienced enough to evade this in some way. Einarr did not underestimate the Sith Knight at all.


Break your chains...

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