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Nightmares

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Nightmares
Stood at the bottom of the well-known Mount. Viryzeyr sat three Sith. Two acolytes and one knight. A call had gone out for opponents. Darth Abyss had challenged any and all that opposed him. This collection of Sith could be seen as arrogant. Though in their eyes they were only testing their limits, of course, they came in a group. It wouldn't be a challenge if it were simply an acolyte or a knight. This was Darth Abyss, a Sith Lord. It would be mocking him if only one of them came. Though the group had ensemble at the base of the Volcano, with lava streams flowing and the air boiling. The pair hadn't collaborated in the past, though they would have to work together if they were to even have a chance at defeating The Mindeater.

One of the three was a Tiss'shar, a species he hadn't encountered before and it was one of the strangest sentient creatures he had seen thus far. The other being a noble from a fellow house of Panatha. One he had only encountered once before, and it wasn't the best of impressions. Though they would have to put this aside one way or another for victory to come to them.

Venthis wore his usual attire, with his mask underneath his arm held next to his side. He brought his lightsaber, along with an Assassin hidden blade on his right arm, specifically with the Lanvarok edition. He had come with as much equipment that he had in his arsenal at the time. His ship was landed not too far away but hidden, allowing the young Zambrano an escape at ease if need be. He stood with the other two, eyeing them carefully while still glancing around for the expected visitor to the world of Panatha.

"Are you ready?" He said. "This won't be easy, and there is a chance of death." He stated the obvious.

[member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Drios Rapux"] | [member="Cle-Var-Ri"]
 
"Arrogance is the most grave of weaknesses known to men."

The distorted words echoed over the surface of Panatha, not like a voice but as a cold, otherworldly breeze caught in the slight wind that blew over his opponents. They were followed by a laugh, a dissonant symphony of noise that reached into the realm of the living from far beyond. Just a moment later thin black smoke was carried over the soon to be battlefield, descending onto the ground roughly ten meters away from the three young sith he had challenged.

Then the smoke took shape, first just a rising then slowly mirroring a figure almost human in shape. With every second the smoke grew denser, until the thin black mist became rusted metal and cursed wood, revealing the full, wretched glory of the Mindeater.

Not human in any sense since his ascended the husk stood perfectly motionless, the book, attached to his belt with a small chain, that allowed him to move as nothing more then smoke and mirrors hovering in the air on his left. Despite the arcane nature of the book that would allow him to do this without a single move, the left of the eldritch being lifted, closing the pages stained by blood, ink and runes and placing it back on his belt.

The figure was shrouded in a black robe, ragged and damaged by years of use, yet still held together by the same darkness that allowed the hollow armor to haunt the living. Then Abyss lifted his head, the fixed grin of eternal mockery right below his mask taunting the three sith without any words, his crown towering above it as an archaic symbol of power.

While his saber and the book were carried openly, there was even more to Abyss then what little eyes could already meet. Hidden below his robe, up his sleeve and any other place unseen where weapons of any nature on could think of, swords, knifes, guns and arcane trinkets, each of them forged to bring death, madness and confusion to his enemies.

"Shall we begin then? I developed an appetite for insect minds on my way here, and I do not enjoy being hungry."

[member="Venthis Zambrano"] [member="Drios Rapux"] [member="Cle-Var-Ri"]

OOC:
I tried to link as much of Abyss items in here, but there are just to many. If you want to take a look, just go to the Bio, there is a list that even includes where each weapon is hidden so you know everything is done right lol.
 
Drios Rapux stood tall beside [member="Venthis Zambrano"], without a flicker of emotion betraying his eyes, which burnt as angrily as the great Mountain behind them. "There's a chance in death in everything we do, Venthis." his reply was simple, and no words were offered to the reptilian on the other side of the half-Epicanthix. He was dressed in a traditional black garb, with knee-length, perfectly polished boots and exposed hands. Above all this was a light yet effective armour, the colour of obsidian and covering only the vital organs and shoulders.

And then, the voice rang out over the volcanic plain. It was ominous, haunting; and it truthfully unnerved the poor Knight, but he would not high-tail and run. Not when faced with the opportunity to 'spar' with a Sith Lord. Drios would not waste time on petty word-battles, and ignited his lightsaber to flood the makeshift arena in a dull scarlet glow. He would adopt a Makashi stance, and await his allies actions.

[member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Cle-Var-Ri"]
 
Cle-Var-Ri waited semi-patiently with the others, tale flicking for side to side as she stared down her surroundings and supposed allies. A shudder coursed through her as she shook off excess ash that had become acquainted with her scales - not painful, no, but a nuisance for sure. The reptile had never worked with the other two before, had never exchanged words beyond arranging this little shindig. She had no clue what their skills were, nor did she care about specifics beyond whether or not they'd be useful.

"That's nothing new," she stated, impatience edging its way into her voice. "There's a chance of death for him, too."

A low growl originated from the back of her throat in response to the words echoing in the wind. It was ominous, she'd give the Darth that, but it didn't deter from her resolve to take part in this little duel. She only hoped her allies had the stomach to remain, too. "The feeling's mutual. I could do with some fresh meat."

[member="Drios Rapux"] | [member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Venthis Zambrano"]
 
The howls of the wind passed by the trio as they stood tall at the base of the mountain. Ready for their opponent, a voice crawled across the landscape. Which at first startled Venthis. Though soon enough he settled on it being a warning of what was about to come. A smoke appeared, slowly morphing into the appearance of Darth Abyss. The Sith Lord they had come to defeat. It would be no easy task, though the three had a chance at completing their task. As the apparition of the man appeared, Venthis withdrew his lightsaber holding it above his head, taking the opening stance of Soresu. With his free hand, he moved it to the side, a seeming purple mist forming in his hand and swirling around it passively as if preparing for an attack from it.

"I suppose we shall." Venthis replied in response to Darth Abyss, nodding to each of them on either side of him. Before he released the building energy in the form of purple mist from his left hand towards the Sith Lord. If it were to hit, it would release a blast of telekinetic energy on the being, a reasonable amount at that. He would resume his stance, preparing for a counter attack from the opponent.

[member="Drios Rapux"] | [member="Cle-Var-Ri"] | [member="Darth Abyss"]
 
While the husk remained motionless, the mind within was working at the limit of his capacity. On their own none of his opponents could match him, but through numbers and cunning even they would be able to pose a threat to him. Arrogance was the most grave of weaknesses, and so Abyss was well aware that even the smallest creature could make a giant fall if he didn't watched his feet. His best chance was to take away their advantage, break up their formation, shatter their spirits and then erase what little would be left.

The moment power surged through [member="Venthis Zambrano"], the focus of the Mindeater fell upon the one that despite his lower rank seemed most fit for the position of leader, his unnatural sight keeping close watch on the purple mist that had gathered around the sith's hand. First he would force them to separate, lowering the their options in combining their strengths. Then, once their moral would start to fall apart, he would sow the seed of conflict within them, toying with their minds until they would be their own worst enemies.

When the purple blast was thrown at him, Abyss was ready. In a mere second the book on his belt ascended into the air once more, the pages erratically turning in search for the runes he required. At the same time his right wandered to his back, the talons of his hand reaching for one of the devices hidden there, a grenade of his own design, and pulled the pin.

"Tnamli ra ir Svistuis ra" ("Unbend and Unbroken")

Words of power filled the air as the runes that tainted the ragged pages began to emit a dim crimson glow, the old language weaving the dark side of the force into new forms of his desire. Before the spell could come into effect the right of the hollow lord pushed forward, throwing the grenade towards the center of the group with cold, perfect precision. In flight the device already began to release the payloads stored within, one filled with thick smoke to obscure the sight of anyone in range, the other an close to invisible, tasteless and quite deadly neurotoxic gas that danced into the air unseen between the thick dark mist.

Then the spell cast by Abyss came to live, a visible bubble of protective force energy rising around the rusted armor, only a moment before purple blast could reach him. When the power of the acolyte crashed into the shield Abyss and his bubble moved involuntarily backwards, yet the stance of the metal husk remained in perfect balance, not a single move made as his claw like feet scrapped over the ground with a painful, high pitched screech.

[member="Cle-Var-Ri"] [member="Drios Rapux"]
 

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