Faction Ifron's Path | The Path

[Hatred]

Ifron was a world of relative peace. This far from the Core, this far into the Unknown Regions, there were few to pose a threat to them. Unbeknownst to the people of the world however, the king of a nearby system had found their way to the world. Worse still, they didn't know the lengths their neighbors would go to get their runaway king back. The skies opened up as vessels dropped out of hyperspace just above the city. Raiders in demonic masks rushed through.

Violence erupted as the city the king hid in was attacked.

The Elder stepped off one of the vessels as screams filled the air. He smiled as he always did, his gaze shifting. "Take what you want, but be sure to find the king. He still has much to answer for." Beside him the others stood. He gave a simple bow of his head.

"Let Ifron find it's way on the Path."

Tegan Starfall | Vaelithra | @The Path

 

[Tegan Starfall]

Theme: Revolution
Tags: Hatred | Vaelithra

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The diminutive witch stood near the old man as he spoke out to his people. Next to him and the other who had joined him at his side she looked out of place in terms of height. Yet it was in wild her eyes and painted face, that showed her dominance as someone whom you did not take lightly.

She listened to his words, as spoke of finding the king and taking what one wanted. She wanted nothing from this world except its desolation. She felt it in the air as the tensions rose throughout the city and a darkness descended upon this world.

Without a word a violet ichor began to swirl from her left hand and snake up her arm like a slithering snake. Then she lifted her left hand as her wrist began to twist and dance in the air the ichor flowing with it. As she began to weave her magick, if you paid close enough attention her hand and wrist were moving in a spiral web like dance.

"Mai'kosta res naifnevat het aletia Ci tailzo, yot kaot j'lose gen."

The words left her lips smoothly and calmly as she cast her invisible web. It would spiral outwards and grow seeking the one who called himself king of this dead world. No one could hide from their ruination only run from it, still it would eventually catch you.

"The king cannot hide for long; all I want is the liars tongue." For what that was anyone's guess, Tegan herself probably didn't even know yet it was just what called out to her from the dark. "Oh, and maybe a cup of stim, I heard this place has a great stim shop." A wicked little smirk crossed her face and that madness behind her eyes could be seen glinting through.

 

[Vaelithra]

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Location: Ifron's Surface, Unknown Kingdom
Objective: Destroy What They've Built | Find the Queen | Find the King
Status: Stable
Creations: Three hammerheads, x20 Small Demons, x1 Black Armored Guard

The stench of putrid waste lingered throughout the world. The heavy stretches of smog lifting to the sky in the distance continued to replicate as far as the eye could see. Camps, dirt roads and weary travelers in the night's passage waited for them. Buildings thick of stone and copper steeples glistening under the partial moon's glow. Sounds of the living shouted through the treeline, reaching the coveted kingdom high atop its cliffside fortress.

Business as usual, that was Ifron's worst enemy. Their complacent comfort made them ignorant to the very truth that had arrived for them. The rift had granted them access here, all of them. Luckily, for the souls in question, their world wouldn't even know what came for them. It would be a quick and flawless execution. An imperfect justice to the poor souls that occupied the kingdom of Ifron.

Regardless, the primitive world was far below galactic standard and the only telltale sign of catching up were the hollowed out duraplast sidings of small individual businesses. Each lining the interconnected pathways harboring hundreds, if not, thousands of civilians. In the grand scheme of things, this was just another world on the path. A path that would carve into the galaxy like a poisoned knife. It would be slow, painful and eventually all that would remain is the...

End.

Vaelithra twitched, her body squirming at the intensity of the scents, feelings, air and noises of an active world. Long months, several long months it had taken. Worlds before this were a distant memory and the bargains that were made kept her sane. However, nothing, nothing ever excited her more than the anticipation of touching another's soul. She wanted to bathe in their very intentions. She wanted to hear them beg with greed, watch them sacrifice others for their own gain, and smell their fear when they did. They were ill. Sickly in their ways to abandon their very own loved ones. Those were some of her favorite parts.

Even as she stood, her pale skin touched the moonlight. Vaelithra could almost sense its warmth shining down on her, but it was an illusion of her own mind. Her lilac eyes snapped to Hatred his command came firm and the very thing they were after was a powerful human. One that donned the title of king. He was not a true king though, the Hollow Saint knew better.

A false king was just as good as a dead one. She knew true kings and queens and they didn't exist on this plane of existence. The demonic raiders were let loose, the elder's words rushing them forward like a swathe of fury and destruction. In succession came the chants, a Dathomiri witch enchanting alongside her. She knew little of the weaving magical cultist known as Tegan Starfall , but the thick darkness of her practice made Vaelithra smile.

Slower than the rest, new creations emerged from the void. Slow, hulkish monsters contorted into oversized muscular giants stepped through. Their heads fitted with warped mechanized thick steel, springs, wires, and tubes of what seemed to be filled with a crimson liquid. The angular shape of the odd contraptions for heads reminded her of a hammer. Three of them stopped, accompanied by small impish demons behind her. Each of them perfectly malformed from the previous deals that were made. It was clear the rift had granted them everything they wanted and more.

Vaelithra admired them all. A few seconds passed, as she watched the magical influence of her comrade take to the sky and raiders slaughtering whatever they could find. Her stitches along her mouth popped, her smile growing wider.

"Tear down their castles." She looked at Tegan with wide eyes and amusement. "Tear down their houses!" She placed a gentle hand on one of her giant hammerheads. "Tear down everything!"

She stepped forward, sniffing the air as her beautiful beasts marched forward. One last creation stepped through her portal. A human, in dark clad armor, only it hissed as it made itself known.

"You, Bring me the queen."
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[Tavra Sorn]

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Tags: Hatred | Tegan Starfall | Vaelithra

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They say that he was a man once-upon-at-a-time. A man has a name and an identity. In this he possesses others that he may call family, friends, or lovers. A man cares about his people, and loves them dearly. Naturally, there are the people who linger outside of that circle too. In life a man collects associates, companions, or colleagues to work with. They are of importance but do not matter to a man in the grand scheme of things. But if a man were to look further out, on the fringes of his life, he comes to know about others, and may pass them fleetingly with no ill-will towards those who come or go from his day-to-day.

Now that man is free.

Tavra's white cloak billowed in the air underneath the thrusters of the ships which took the Nihil back to Ifron. Marauding was their verse and home was set to become a new song for the Evereni. Hatred may have freed a man from enslavement, but with his ascension through the Path, so too came a certain permission for the people to be themselves again.

Home will look different after today.

"Take what you want, but be sure to find the king. He still has much to answer for."

Raising both hands towards her back, Tavra removed the elongated two-handed sword out of it's scabbard and held it aloft in the air as a man gave her his word.

"Let Ifron find it's way on the Path."

With hate renewed in their heart, the Nihil were now free as well.

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[Hatred]

"Do they have good caf here? I will have to try it."

Hatred turned his gaze to Tegan, his smile ever faint. His expression was more akin to a mask at this point, a neutral state that the body seemed to return to. Alien and distant. He watched, he listened. The Witch of the Maw would find the king, he had no doubt on that. Take his tongue. That was fine with him. The King was a symbol, and one he had every intention of using for the Path.

Netherspawn and Nihil both descended on the city. Fires erupted, chaos burned, and all the while the Elder continued to watch. Not a hand was raised on his part to help. They needed to run free. He turned from the carnage, glancing briefly towards Tavra Sorn in the process. They all needed to be free.

"Let us see if we can find any."

Tegan Starfall | Vaelithra

 

[Yareth]

Yareth

Yareth came down the ramp after her crew. It was not because she was cautious, but because she liked taking the time to savour the view of a world realising it had been cracked open by a predator. The Squall-Fang had bitten a Path-scar through Ifron's sky and set down hard. Heat and smoke rolled in with the screaming. She breathed it like perfume.

Six and a half feet of pale Evereni in black raid-plate, white braid over one shoulder, magenta eyes bare because she had not yet put the mask up. The red claw at her left hand flexed once, idle, tasting the air. Her Clouds* were already rushing down the street, taking what could be carried.

Hatred was easy to find. The little witch beside him was easier still, all painted face and violet work spinning out through the ruin. Yareth's mouth curved. It was a pleasant expression. It did not belong on a sacked street.

"Oh, and maybe a cup of stim, I heard this place has a great stim shop."

"Do they have good caf here? I will have to try it."

"Good morning," she said, as if they had arrived at a reception and not a city coming apart. The vowels were clipped and ruinously clean. "I do hope I am not terribly late. One does so hate to miss the opening course. Tea would be lovely, but I think I shall indulge for a while."

No one had invited her.

"Yareth. Of the Squall-Fang. We heard there was a king who required collecting." Her gaze lingered on Tegan's weaving with open interest.

"Would someone be a darling and point me towards this palace? Or the nearest bar. I find I work so much better after something decent to drink."

Raising both hands towards her back, Tavra removed the elongated two-handed sword out of it's scabbard and held it aloft in the air as a man gave her his word.

A scream cut short two streets over. Yareth only adjusted her braid, as though the blood on the stones were a spilled napkin. She pulled a mask across her face and drew a wickedly curved blade.

"Shall we?"

*Nihil rank

 

[Tegan Starfall]

Theme: Revolution
Tags: Hatred | Vaelithra | Tavra Sorn | Yareth

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"Do they have good caf here? I will have to try it."

"Well, the tourism board of Ifron holosite, said home of the famed Bovris Tapcafe. They claimed five stars…." The little witch kind of shrugged, and smirked at that. But before she could go on to remark any further, she got distracted by the void opening and releasing demons and hulking monstrosities. She looked towards Vaelithra noting the grin and wide eyes as she set forth her monsters upon the world.

"Tear down their castles." She looked at Tegan with wide eyes and amusement. "Tear down their houses!" She placed a gentle hand on one of her giant hammerheads. "Tear down everything!"

As Tegan watched the demons and hulking brutes take to their destructive flight, she saw the next being emerging from the portal. The declaration of getting to the queen and bringing her forth. Tegan could feel the power in the command of Vaelithra's voice, the terror it could bring upon a world. Their was a level of carnage in the way she spoke to the void demons she commanded. That was carnage Tegan could feed off of.

As the demons went forth, she turned to the loyal, the devoted followers of the man known as the elder. Tegan's eyes glinted as they raised up their weapons and moved forth to bring their ruination to this poor world. Among the devoted was Tavra Sorn whom the man known as the Elder seemed to acknowledge.

"Hmmm…." She thought to herself but then came another tall one Yareth . As the tall pale being greeted them and introduced herself.

"Would someone be a darling and point me towards this palace? Or the nearest bar. I find I work so much better after something decent to drink."

Tegan then raised her hand pointed in the direction her invisible web was spinning. "They are…." Tegan's orange firry eyes closed for a moment. She took in all the destruction that was starting to take place. She drank it in like a vampire did blood. Her power began to swell, on the chaos and mayhem as it flowed into her. Then a vision hit her…. "A pair, arguing, moving down through twisted corridors and unseen passages. Guards all around them, one of them is afraid, his heart is about to beat of his chest. The pair wear crowns, One is thinking only of their survival, and the other is thinking of the riches they are leaving behind." Then her eyes opened as her darksight vision ended.

 

[Vaelithra]

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Location: Ifron's Surface, Unknown Kingdom
Objective: Destroy What They've Built | Find the Queen | Find the King
Status: Stable
Creations: Three hammerheads, x20 Small Demons, x1 Black Armored Guard
Tags: Yareth

The flames of retribution flickered in the distance. A glistening delight lingered in the violet, sinister eyes of Vaelithra. Pure glee filled her as her creations ran amuck. With each passing second she could smell the intoxicating metallic blood being spilled. This was no empire, to her, it was no kingdom either. Instead, this was a beginning. A virtuous start to what the future held...

the end.

They all were living on borrowed time. The path had found its way. As ever, it always led to the most beneficial of places. There was something random about the pathways, but the loyal and faithful knew it was all according to fate. The galaxy had caused this. Wars, Murderers, Criminals, Sith, Jedi, Greed... it never ended. The rift was birthed from it all. A collision of two opposite worlds manifesting the ultimate price.

Still, there was something beautiful in the very catastrophic events that brought them here. A will and desire coalescing into a singularity of purpose, where desperation turned to resolve, fright to anger, sadness to hatred and resolve that became unity. The lot of them, in all their wickedness; had come to Ifron.
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"Good morning,"

Vaelithra's eyes shifted, acknowledging the newcomer.
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"I do hope I am not terribly late. One does so hate to miss the opening course. Tea would be lovely, but I think I shall indulge for a while."

Vaelithra didn't care for theatrics. Uninvited guests sometimes ended up dead, or worse. Only, Vaelithra could sense something in the pale woman who announced her name. It stuck in her mind for a moment.

Yareth, of the Squall Fang.

The Hollow Saint scoured her thoughts for any indication or remark of the title in the small amount of time she had been walking amongst the galaxy. The name was insignificant, but the confidence was noted. She seemed as much a killer as the rest. Impressive none the less.

The numbers continued to grow. The loyalist of the Path had come. Another stood out, Tavra Sorn an Evereni and in the few seconds of arriving, their presence seemed to almost demand something else entirely. There were no words from this one and instead, the only course of action that was taken was unsheathing their weapon of choice. Vaelithra admired the subtle quiet of their arrival.

The words of the witch Tegan Starfall made her avert and listen.
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"A pair, arguing, moving down through twisted corridors and unseen passages. Guards all around them, one of them is afraid, his heart is about to beat of his chest. The pair wear crowns, One is thinking only of their survival, and the other is thinking of the riches they are leaving behind."

Vaelithra turned toward the crafty magician. She watched as the chaos was channeled into her as she spoke. Part of her could feel the source of her power, but her words held more weight. The mention of guards and crowns could only mean one thing. Tegan had found them. The very false King and naive Queen. The rift had granted them a truly gifted sorceress, that much was true.

"Unseen passages." The stitches of thread along her mouth cracked open and popped. "They mean to flee? Beneath their useless boxes of stone and waste." Her voice went cold. "Drinks can wait!" Vaelithra said it loud enough with a tinge of anger.

"The Path has shown us all what we must do." She looked right through Tegan and locked eyes with the elder Hatred . "Take us to them, if you can."

The First Heretic was anxious to get to them. A black tongue stretching out between crossed threaded stitches to lick her lips in anticipation.

"Now."

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[Balor]

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IFRON​

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Alarms rang. Fires burned. Hyperspace raced by.​

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Time was of the essence. Balor knew this. He quickly pulled the ship out of hyperspace. Finding himself in the Ifron system, he diverted the ship to the nearest planet. An explosion near the engine rocked the ship just off course. What was going to be a rough but safe landing had now sent Balor careening towards the center of the city. Controls were gone. Balor could only brace himself.​

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Then...the crash. The small freighter tore a hole through a tall building before landing on top of another. A pillar of smoke rose from the crash site. Fires spread from the ship. Balor had to find a way out before the ship became his coffin. He picked up a nearby blaster before firing at the cracked viewport. The glasteel shattered after a few bolts. Balor leaped from the cockpit and made his way down off the building. Just as he hit the ground, the ship exploded, launching debris across the area.​

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Once the ringing stopped, Balor breathed in deeply. "The city. It is burning. And not just from me. There is a powerful surge of the Dark side here. Even I can feel it. Like a cold grip on one's spine." He looked off in the distance and could see masked marauders moving towards him. "I will kill and slay until my presence is felt by the Sith Lords. My body shall be their conduit. I will bathe in blood until my worth is proven!" ​

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He charged forth, carrying blaster pistols in his hands as he approached the marauders. "Find solace in your deaths, mongrels. My unholy rebirth will be christened in your blood and fear," he roared. ​

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He spared them no mercy. As they charged at him, he grinned. He filled the air between him and them with a barrage of lasers. He fired with deadly accuracy, slaughtering them by the dozens. Butchering them but with the precision of a surgeon. ​

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"Where is my master.."​

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Hatred | Tegan Starfall | Tavra Sorn | Yareth | Vaelithra ​

 

[Tavra Sorn]

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Tag: Hatred | Tegan Starfall | Balor | Yareth | Vaelithra

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Sorn rolled the pommel between her fists and pierced the dirt beneath her with the tip of the sword. It was heavy both in weight and malice. Ifron's path was laid before her and once more the Nihil would learn to take again. But she was still in the moment. Reverent. Sorn's people were a lost race amid the stars. History, legacy, purpose were abandoned in the Star Ways between civilisation and the furthest reaches of these Outer Rim Territories.

Hatred would teach them how to be again.

"Shall we?"

Sorn turned her gaze to look upon Yareth. A smile worked itself along her face. It was a cruel thing to behold.

"Take it all," Tavra told the Squall-Fang.

Nearby on-lookers upon the ramparts of the city would look upon a bleak landscape and a skyline dotted with star-lights. Hyperspace anomalies could look beautiful to one eye and terrifying to others as the skies itself looked marred or injured in the wake of the Path. A low rumble would trick one into thinking that an Earthquake was about to happen. But then the terrifying truth revealed itself in the swarms of hundreds descending down upon the walls and streets in concert together. Marauders wielding a litany of weapons and enamoured by Hatred's pathology.

But Sorn was still as she looked over the horizon of a place that was about to be reduced to a wasteland. It wasn't trepidation or fear that made her stand there as the silent observer. It was a beautiful thing to be free again and terrifyingly so for those who would come into the path of the Nihil. Sorn's mind raced with eloquent words and a voice that desired to be heard. She aimed to capture this moment in her mind.

It was the beginning of The End.

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[Hatred]

The Elder watched. Listened. He was as ever calm and waiting, patient as he listened to the others. They had purpose. The Path had been laid out for them to walk. He turned his gaze towards Tegan. They were fleeing underground? That wouldn't do. He raised a hand. The beasts, the beings that were once human but turned far more demonic in stature, turned their attention. They rushed, ripping through the town in a sudden focused frenzy.

"I've no power like that, dear kin. But I can prevent them from escaping through the tunnel by blocking the other side." A delay, but that should work enough. His hands folded behind his back as his gaze shifted elsewhere.

".. I will have to take a rain check on the caf, for now at least. A guest has arrived."

Hatred turned after a polite dip of his head to the pair, then started to walk away. Towards the carnage, towards the violence. It seemed to avoid him, all the chaos and destruction. Blood splattered, bones broke as the raiders continued their slaughter. It was the barrage of blasterfire that had his attention. Cleaving down civilian and marauder alike. His smile remained as he approached the one firing.

"Dear guest, why are you seeking Sith?"

Balor | Tegan Starfall | Yareth | Vaelithra | Tavra Sorn

 

[Yareth]

Yareth

Yareth listened to the little witch. The monarchy was moving underground. Fear made people clumsy. Greed made them slow, and slow people were so much easier to relieve of their things.

"Unseen passages," she said. "How very theatrical of them. I do admire a royal who packs on the way out."

Yareth’s mouth curved upwards at the conversation about beverages. It would contrast rather sharply with the violence she was about to enact.

She lifted two fingers to her crew and started in the direction Tegan had pointed, white braid swinging against black plate behind her.

"Force our way through. We are going underground after the royal family. Bring up the sonic scanner."

It was a device that came in handy during raids. They could find shelters below the ground and then have the droids dig down to find them. They were always against the clock when attacking remote colonies; it was only a matte of time before sector rangers or local marshals arrived.

The red claw flexed once at her side. She spoke to Tegan without looking back, the same pleasant tone she had used on the Squall-Fang’s bridge.

“Do keep that web of yours taut, darling. I should hate to lose the ones who are still carrying the silver.”

One moment the Nihil raider was a statue of poise. Her voice conveyed only civility. Then she was in motion, rushing forwards like a predator. Her curved blade lashed out, a spray of arterial blood staining her perfectly white hair.

Yareth laughed.
Hatred Tegan Starfall Vaelithra Tavra Sorn Balor

 

[Balor]

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IFRON​

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The hum of battle grew quieter. As the last body fell, Balor's focus adjusted to an approaching man. He aimed one blaster for the man's face. His arm stiffened with conviction. Who was this so bold to approach their death?​

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"Are you ignorant to their power? To that of the Dark side?" Balor walked towards the man slowly. He could feel the bodies beneath his boots. Dead flesh squished beneath his mass. "The Sith are absolute. They are masters of the dark, thus the galaxy is theirs to rule. I am but a pawn in their game. A very efficient pawn, I might add. Now, who the kark are you?"​

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Hatred | Tegan Starfall | Tavra Sorn | Yareth | Vaelithra ​

 

[Tegan Starfall]

Theme: Revolution
Tags: Hatred | Vaelithra | Tavra Sorn | Yareth | Balor

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Tegan watched and continued to feed on the carnage, as those around her moved forward to partake in it. As the Elder left to go where? Others may not know but Tegan could feel the steps of the newcomer through her web. The one who had fallen from the sky, seeking a flame that had been extinguished long ago. It did not concern her as others yelled out demands and commands in front of her.

“Do keep that web of yours taut, darling. I should hate to lose the ones who are still carrying the silver.”

Tegan was not one that liked being told what to do, she did or did not on her whim alone. She took a few small steps forward, then knelt down. As she did, she focused on her web and she could feel the tremors of thousands of footsteps. Of those marching towards destruction, and those trying to flee it.

Here painted face turned towards Vaelithra as a wild grin crossed her face. Her hand pressed on the ground and turned counterclockwise in the dirt. As she did, a tremor could be felt vibrating through the ground under there feet. Like something shifting the ground beneath them all, because it was. Then she yelled out towards Yareth .

“CHILDREN ARE TO BE SEEN BUT NOT HEARD!”

She turned her sights back Vaelithra .

“You want to get closer very well, then.” She let out a little laugh. As the ground beneath Vaelithra’s feet began to crumble and break open into a wide tunnel below. In that tunnel was a gargantuan whuffa worm she had summoned digging a straight tunnel to the castle’s underground structures. “The quickest path is a straight line! Better hurry and catch them the worm is hungry.” Was all she said as she stood back up to feet in no real hurry herself, she was to busy feeding on the destruction that kept empowering her more.