Operation: Something Something Darkside - The Search For A Better Dominion Title [TSE Dom of Ord Rad

[Darth Carnifex]

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| Ord Radama |​

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War marred the planet's surface.

Many moons ago the Resurgent Empire and the Dominion had fought tooth and nail for control over the city-ladened world of Ord Radama, the upheaval leaving most of the planet's surface in ruin as entire city blocks were laid bare and buildings engulfed by fire and fury. Even now they continued to fight, warriors without a cause, warriors without a higher government to serve.

Maybe they didn't know what he become of their leaders, maybe they didn't care to know. Perhaps they comforted themselves with ignorance, clinging onto the ideals those defunct political entities espoused in order to carry on with the only life they had ever known.

The Dark Lord cared not for their insignificant striving, for the true Empire had come to Ord Radama. Those who once fought for the Resurgent Empire who bent the knee to its rule would be spared, and those who did not would be put to the sword alongside those dogs who still wore the colors and flew the banners of the Dominion. Already as the War Fleet entered the Radama Void they were hailed by those lucky few who managed to repair one of the last functioning com-stations on the entire planet, broadcasting their willingness to submit to the Sith Empire and deliver the planet into their hands.

These turncoats were told to receive the Sith landing party at the decrepit Narek Manor several klicks away from the old capital of Livien Magnus, and were expected to surrender themselves fully. Many suspected a trap, they had given themselves up too readily. The Dark Lord had an inkling that there were those among them who would never bow to him or his allies, but he could sense the genuine desperation in the man's words as he groveled and begged. If they had truly gone to such lengths to spring a trap on him then they were in for a torturously brief existence, for he had ever intentions of forcefully springing this trap.

And destroying all who opposed him and his Empire.

 

[Darth Caecus]

Livien Magnus​

Corolis District​

Abandoned Warehouse​

Five of them milled about. Dusk was a passing memory, and their leader was tromping up the stairs, his jaw set in an affected smile that didn't reach his eyes. Damon Calais had been a minor bureaucrat in the days of the Dominion, but now he led more men than he had ever dreamed. It wasn't because he was a military mastermind, but because he was the kind of man who got things done. Knew where the pulse of a moment was.

Right now, that pulse beat fast and hot. The Sith Empire was meeting with cowards and sycophants. The problem as far as Calais was concerned was that they didn't need to do that. As far as he was concerned the moment the Sith stepped foot on Ord Ramada, nothing else mattered. Resurgent, Dominion, they were nothing anymore. If they didn't join together and fight this threat, they would all perish and his homeworld would sink into despair beneath the boots of lightsaber wielding maniacs.

In an hour, he was to meet up with the remaining leaders of the opposition. Make an agreement.

But for now?

He strode over, pausing in front of the two chairs they had backed up to the hole in the railing. His eyes cast between the two, man and woman, as if considering for a moment.

And without a word he grasped the back of the chair, hauled back and punched the blonde full in the mouth, sending a thin arc of blood flying as her head whipped to the side.

"You're not one of mine. And you're not one of theirs," he said, his tone conversational, almost cheerful.

"Which means you're here with the Sith and BOY did they pick the wrong warehouse to come sticking their noses into."

He cocked his head over his shoulder to one of the men behind him.

"My friend says that neither of you are force users. Which means your masters don't give a mynock's anus what happens to either of you. So. We're going to have a little chat. And you're going to tell me everything I want to know. Or I'll tip you both backward so you're heads explode like rotten melons at the very sudden stop five stories down. No one's coming for you, cause they're too busy playing games with the rats at the mansion. You're in a bad spot. So let's make this easy on you, sound good?"

She spit blood off to the side. Slowly, the blonde woman turned her head back to Calais.

"Who- who are you?"

He smirked, leaning in.

"Damon Calais, and you picked with the wrong man."

Kith Verloren looked up at him. She and [member="Luca Thorne"], tied to the chair next to her, were exactly where they wanted to be.

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Darth Caecus"]

Luca eyed the man taking the swing and the punch connecting.

He grimaced.

Not out of any fear for the blonde.

No, the grimace was born out of two things: the realization that Calais had no idea how to punch properly (didn't right his wrist, so that would be all popped up the next morning) and... that he had just sealed his fate. Kith was a smooth operator. She didn't allow her feelings to get in the way of the job, but Calais had just made sure to print his face in her retinas.

"Picked the wrong stance for a punch, Kalis." Thorne retorted while mispronouncing the name dreadfully. "Needs more hip-rotation, 'cus even a girl can hit harder than that."

This wasn't his usual MO.

Sassy snark to get underneath the skin of one person or another? That wasn't him. He wanted to get out of this chair already and get on with the mission.

But Kith had been clear.

Calais straightened himself up, eyes squinting against the light-bulb hanging over their heads. "It's Calais." Focused on his status and reputation in a way that only a minor dignitary could. He was tall, thin in Radama's current fashion for starvation, eyes the color of coal but there was a hunger there... a certain fervor.

"And you will know to respect our cause."

The punch had come as a surprise (to Calais anyway) left hook, hips rotating with it, impacting the lower side of Thorne's jaw.

Almost keeled over there, but Luca managed to shift his weight subtly to push him forward again."Respect what? Bunch of rodents skulking around? The sewers are the first thing they will fill with your blood."

Calais' lip curled up, eye lids relaxing... not the sewers then, none at all.

 

[Hailey Sosis]

Harley followed [member="Darth Carnifex"] to the surface, she grinned ear to ear as she saw some man beg. She sent a picture to [member="Isabella Fonti"], with the tag line #bowbeforethemaster, as he master of all the puppets. She then sent her a text message to her, see if she wanted anything. She still debating whether or not kill her daddy, so she have no more daddy issues. She did complain a lot about him, and how every time she tries to meet up she can't due to him.

Hay want a souvenir, can totally swipe some stuff later.

Harley

She then slipped her phone away, as she knew bossman might object more. She was stupid, but not that stupid, to push her luck with his temper. Her job here was simple enough, behead anyone who did not bow, and when no one was looking steal their stuff. Harley needed the money, she did not realise this phone racked up a bit of bill. Though she did not want to live without it know, as she had freinds on forcebook, and she had odd date cinder, and she had the odd RAR follower. Though she did not realize most of these where GA agents, as they where friends of chiss agent, harley had no friends in reality.

 

[Jairdain]

Post: 1
Location: Ord Radama
Near by: [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]

More than several millennia ago, Darth Malgus conquered and held Ord Radama for what appeared to be less than a month before driven out by Republic forces. However, the marks left by him may still be around to be seen.

The city Livien Magnus had been destroyed when one of the star destroyers crashed to the planet and the city not worth trying to fix was abandoned. It was here Jairdain turned her attention. Coming with her on this mission was an old acquaintance. Somebody she had not been in contact with in probably close to a year.

Kaalia had been a part of her life than opened her box and a new arc in her life. She had treated the then Jedi with kindness. Never treated her like an enemy and while at the time, they wouldn't be friends, maybe now they would.

"Kaalia it has been a while."

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

Location: Ord Radama
Allies: [member="Jairdain"]
Post: 1

As Kaalia approached Jairdain she was waiting for her, as she had promised. The last time they had seen each other the now Sith Knight was blinded by the Light, but now she saw clearly. She felt different through the Force and she looked different, both in positive ways. There was emotion where there was pointless restraint before. Krest had done a good job opening her eyes to the truth, something the redhead herself now saw as her calling as a Valkyrie.

Today the two would work together and Kaalia was quite curious to how Jairdain had been doing. After ascending to the title of Sith Lady she had rarely seen Krest, leaving her no chance to ask him. He himself had been busy training the new acolytes while she juggled two different lives, her life as Sith, and with that the Valkyries, and the one where her love Ishana took center stage.

"That it has, Jairdain." The woman was glad to see her be more in touch with her emotions and feelings, the things that made any person. No longer did she lock those things away. "It is good to see you have grown." She nodded in content. "I was surprised when you asked for my assistance, but I am glad to lend a hand."

 

[Ria Misrani]

Aboard the Crestfallen...

Sarlow looked down at his hands, and closed his eyes a moment. It had been far too long since he had pledged himself to his father's service. Still. It had been far too long since the man had aided his family and ever since he found himself to be a father. Suddenly the meaning of family had changed he had cast aside his cloak and sigils, his daughter now bore them and what she did with them would be up to her. For now, the man knew one thing. He was here to tear into the souls who through some misguided sense of honor would stand defiantly in his father's way. Those who refused to bow, would perish if not by the hand of his father then by his very own claws. The man harbored a darker secret, as a younger man he had fallen in love with a woman, a woman who held her own secret agenda to bring down the Zambrano family. She poisoned her lover in the hopes of spreading a deadly virus.

The then God-King saved his son and sent his legions to dispatch of the witch.

Unfortunately, the damage had been done and Sarlow was forever changed.

What lurked within the man was a beast, a monster who wished to unleash years of anger upon the unsuspecting of Ord Radama. He sat in the Crestfallen his back to the wall, eyes focused on his hands he knew what they would become and the damage they would create. He could feel the darkside within his blood burn beautifully, it was what they were meant for after all. The Zambranos, the Kings and Queens of darkness, the harbingers of fear. They were the boogeymen whispered to children in the night, and for once - they were right. For now, it begged a question to be answered, was Sarlow a monster or was he a man.

[member="Darth Carnifex"]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

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The Crestfallen descended through the atmosphere of Ord Radama, its shields at full power and its sensors working overtime to spot any potential threat to the Dark Lord as they entered what was essentially hostile air. Behind him were several other transports ferrying the other members of the Empire who would attend the summit at Narek Manor which loomed ominously in the distance as they leveled out beneath the clouds and began their final approach.

"Your excellency, we're setting down now."

The modified Upsilon-class shuttle was a monstrous cumbersome beast in the atmosphere and great care and precision was required to ensure that it settled down without upsetting any of the surrounding architecture. As it landed, so too did the other shuttles around it. Carnifex would exit his vessel first flanked by two of his Crownguard and then followed by his son [member="Sal Zambrano"] and whomever had accompanied them in the Crestfallen. He wore dark armor under flowing robes of crimson armorweave trimmed with golden Sith runes, his head uncovered as his bound hair fluttered in the breeze that swept over the landing zone.

They moved across the empty courtyard and entered the foyer of the estate, the roof of which had fallen down into the building and exposed most of the structure to the open air. As they entered they were greeted by the turncoats who held up their weaponless hands in surrender and fell to one knee before the assembled Sith. "Milords, forgive our ignorance. We were blinded by our duty to false idols, but we recant our previous loyalties and pledge ourselves to the Sith Empire now and forever. We will help you root out those still loyal to the Resurgent Empire and aid you in their eradication."

Certainly they seemed sincere enough, but the stench of fear and desperation still clung to their bodies with odious tenacity. Still, the Dark Lord dipped his head in acknowledgement of their pledge. "It must not have been an easy task," he started, "To betray your comrades who did not share your lack of convictions, those who still remain true to their cause even if it is a hopeless one. The Empire would accept your allegiance... but~" The Dark Lord suddenly reached forward, the fingers of his right hand latching directly onto the leading turncoat's head and pulled him up into the air. "A traitor is still a traitor, and you've proven to be quite flexible with your loyalties. Burn with your comrades in the fires of Chaos."

The Dark Lord applied pressure to the man's head, and it cracked like an egg with a sickening squelch as gray matter oozed between his fingers before he tossed the corpse aside. "Clear the manor, none of these traitors will survive to see tomorrow!"

 

[Jairdain]

Post: 2
Location: Ord Radama ruins of Livien Magnus
Objective: Artifact hunting
Near by: [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]

"I think we have both grown and changed I think."

Giving the woman a half smile, she turned to survey the ruins in front of them.

"For a short period of time, Darth Malgus ruled here. He attempted to have his own empire and dethrone the emperor. It failed and he lost this planet after a short period of time. The Republic came and took it back from him. However, a star destroyer was shot down and destroyed the city you can see in front of us. This was the former capitol of Ord Radama. If we gain nothing else from this location, you at least gained a little more knowledge."

Jairdain spoke this last part with a little sense of dry humor.

"What interests me here is the possibility of finding some Voss artifacts. You see Malgus had a great deal of influence with them and there's a chance they shared with him some of what they had or knew."

She had been a Silver Jedi, their home was on Voss. Hopefully that small detail did not go unnoticed by Kaalia.

 

[Hailey Sosis]

Post: 2

She stood behind [member="Darth Carnifex"] as he reached out with his hand, and killed him. It was glorious to watch, so much so she forgot to take a picture of it. Then came her order, she was told to kill them all. She grinned with joy, and lit up her lightsabers and the crimson red blades shot out. As she back flipped over her master, he did not train her as she not his apprentice, she his minion, and killing things and organising wednesday curry night is what she did for him. She landed about five meters in front of him , then ran at them. She cackling as she did, they ran back towards the manor. She started to become angrier, she focusing on galactic roaming charges, and how it chewed most of her pay. She sliced through a straggler with both her blades, one cut though his shoulders, and the other cut into his hip, and out through his groin. She was not alone in the charge, but she in front of them, the force was making her run faster. She soon was at door, they tried slam it in her face, but she kicked it. The door broke in two, as her foot hit it, as by this point her inner rage had manifested itself in the a force rage. This gave her strength speed and the ability to endure pain, but it made ability to block negligible, though she was more onslaught anyway. She then pierced the man who had door under him, through both eye sockets. There was no blood, just burning and a hissing noise as they hit, as well as smell burning hair. As she this others came through the windows, they knew from experience to give wide breath, as she could not tell friend from foe. She then stormed up the stairs, as people shot at her. The blaster bolts hit, and made judder back a little. Though rage kept her going through, they would be dead soon enough.

 

[Darth Caecus]

"Typical of those working beneath the heel of the Sith to be so dismissive of strength that doesn't simply look like fist gripping a lightsaber," Calais said, dismissively.

Kith resisted the urge to raise her eyebrows at him. Probably wasn't in character.

She wasn't a chameleon. Couldn't put on one face after another without effort, affect a new persona at the drop of a hat. But she didn't really need to. Simply needed to give him what he expected to see, to hear.

He raised his hand to backhand Luca again, and she spoke up.

"Please- don't!"

Honestly, she didn't really care if he hit Luca. The man punched like a rodian. All wind up and no follow through. Luca would be fine.

"Don't what? Hmm?"

He leered at her, turning back. Slowly he leaned in, putting both of his hands on the back of the chair on either side of her head. She turned her face away, flinching away from his so close to hers. If she had wanted to, she could have head butted him and broken his nose, but they didn't know what they had come here for yet.

"Don't punch your pathetic, posturing friend's face into an unrecognizable pulp?"

That almost make her burst out in a bark of laughter. Would have been the first time Luca heard anything like that. But she kept it to herself with some difficulty.

"Promise not to hurt him and I'll tell you everything," she said tightly instead.

"You are in no position to bargain anything," he hissed in her face. "Your senseless order will fail here. Butchers and maniacs, the lot of them, couldn't even see who it was truly worth bargaining with."

Even with her eyes closed and face turned away, she could feel the waves of smug radiating off of him. Luca's turn- get him mad, get his talking. They played the game deliberately- Kith the weak, making Calais feel powerful and in control, Luca to egg on his temper.

[member="Luca Thorne"]

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Operation: Phantom Rebellion (Influence the rally and silence Sar Radama leaders).
Location: Lookout post, near old Republic Stronghold ruin.
[member="Darth Lykos"]

The native Devlikks were far from peaceful these days. Despite having certain numerical disadvantages compared to the humans, they preached segregation and separatism. The most extreme of these were the ‘Sar Radama’, a paramilitary isolationist faction with Devlikk Supremacist tendencies.

“’Pure Radama’, that’s what their name means. Pure.”

Darth Ophidia traced a finger over the head of the tsaisi in her lap, her eyes focused on a datapad as she re-reviewed the briefing notes. The tsaisi curled into her touch, spines bending against the pressure of her fingertips.

“While they have not explicitly stated that they want to chase the humans away, they do blame them for a lot.”

The gulag plague and the four-hundred-year darkness had wiped much from the Galaxy’s memory, and what historians uncovered between the wars was difficult to piece together into a cohesive galactic history. Most of what they had were legends when it came down to it. Then again, once upon a time, Sith had been a mere legend as well. Yet there they stood.

Reaching the end, she lingered on the image of Rodo Kaisanna: voice of the Sar Radama. He had fought against both The Resurgent Empire and the Dominion in his time; which was apparent on his visage: He had a military posture and a sour face marked with the scars of combat, of flame and shrapnel.

“They are about to begin.”

She shut down the datapad and rolled out of her seat, putting a pair of macrobinoculars against her eyes. The tsaisibola seemed quite perturbed by her motion, and slithered away, its colour shifting to match the background. In the distance, Darth Ophidia could see the Devlikks flocking to the centre of the ruined fort. A five-hundred meter radius of the fort was littered in speeders and temporary dwellings as the stubby-legged gentlebeings flocked to what they believed to be their last shot at a rightful place in the galaxy.

“It’s time to move.”

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

Location: Ord Radama
Allies: [member="Jairdain"]
Post: 2

There was a reason Kaalia did not know much about Darth Malgus. His reign was a short one and in the grand scheme of things he was but another insignificant leader, not worth looking much into unless you were able to seek out where his former seat of power was situated. Now that the two were in that place, it was now much more interesting to the woman. For this reason she appreciated the little history lesson so that she knew the background of what they were about to delve into. "And whatever's left is for anyone to claim."

The mentioning of Voss artifacts caused Kaalia to think of the planet's state today under the control of the Silver Jedi. Combined with the realization that Jairdain stood with them once was enough of a reason for the former Jedi to come here, at least in the redhead's mind. "Artifacts from a world that you once defended. Interesting." In her own studies she had learned only a few things about Voss, but enough to help out in finding anything Jairdain would be looking for. "I personally don't have any specific interests. Anything of note is a gain for me, but I'll keep an eye out for anything you are looking for yourself." Whatever the underlying reason was for her wish to obtain those artifacts was of no concern to the woman, it ultimately made little difference.

"Normally you see these kind of cities being rebuilt. You don't often see places like this in ruin for very long." The Sith Lady looked out to the ruins, observing them carefully. "If there is anything left after all this time though it will not be easy to find. Nor will it be very safe." Those things had never stopped her before, however. She had explored ancient Sith tombs and temples before and had worked her way around many a deathtrap and Sithspawn. It was doubtful those things were present here too though, fortunately. "Shall we go, then?"

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Ord Radama
Objective: Watch for now
Allies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Harley"] [member="Sal Zambrano"]

Equipment: Mask Lightsaber

"She's certainly exuberant," she said quietly from she had been lurking behind the Dark Lord, more amused by the young Knight rushing into the now hostile manor house. She had accompanied the Dark Lord to this world, to help reclaim it for the Sith as it was rightfully done millennia ago. While killing these fools would be quick and expedient, she would have chosen to enslave their wills to hers or at least to the Sith, warping and twisting their minds and spirits until they were fanatically loyal to their cause. Masked and robed as she was, none of the other Sith would know her as nothing but the Lady of Secrets. Well... none of them except for the Dark Lord himself.

"If lacking perhaps in common sense," she continued saying, not even bothering to draw her lightsaber from where it hung. "Quick to anger, uncontrolled. A weapon?"

A hand flicked out to catch a stray blaster bolt that came from the manor, deflecting it away almost negligently or nonchalantly.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

He reached down and took hold of one of the corpses' ebony cloaks, gently wiping his gore-smeared hand clean with the scorched fabric. He hadn't moved an inch since his initial murder of the turncoat's leader, letting his entourage flood forth to eradicate the rest of the rabble as they pleased. Only a few stayed behind with him and one of them just so happened to be the Lady of Secrets, the seclusive Taeli Raaf. It wasn't so often that she left her lofty position over in the Galactic Alliance to galavant around with the likes of him.

At least she wore a mask.

"Overeager is what I'd say. She's a hard worker though, even if the lights upstairs aren't on all the time." The Dark Lord gingerly stepped over another corpse, making his way further into the decrepit manor as his underlings and fellow Sith made their rounds around the structure, annihilating anything that could pose a threat to the Sith Lord. "So, what brings the Lady of Secrets all the way out here with us regulars? It's not often you and I get to sit down and chat."

Another turncoat attempted to rush the Sith Lord as he passed through a doorway, but Carnifex casually lifted his hand and reduced the miscreant to ash with a single powerful burst of Sith Lightning from his fingertips.

[member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Harley"] | [member="Sal Zambrano"]​

 

[Hailey Sosis]

Harley was upstairs by time her lord and master [member="Darth Carnifex"], came into the Manor House. She sat down against some dismembered corpses, with blood dripping from her mouth. It was not her own, in her rage she had ripped out a threat of one of dead, with her teeth. She was trying to calm herself now, after the rage. She was also flicking through a wallet, it had a few family photos in. They looked happy then, but now they where all dead, by her hand. The bounus was they had two hundred credits in it as well, which meant she could pay off her phone bill, for next month. She smiled as she heard someone getting killed by lightning, it meant he was now witnessing the murder and mayhem his cohort had made.

She got up the corpse, in her blood stained armour and face. Blood was also dripping from the ceilings, from dead up here. As she moved down stairs, she saw he was not alone. She did not recognise the woman with him, and figured she was his current concubine, or new Sith Lord, then again possibly both. She knelt down with the rest of his cohort, as they saw him. They were all loyal to him, she smiled as blood still dripping from her mouth. Her eyes where starting to turn blue again, after the yellow from the rage.

[member="Taeli Raaf"]

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Ord Radama
Objective: Watch for now

[member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Harley"] [member="Sal Zambrano"]

Equipment: Mask Lightsaber

"No it is not often we have moments to speak, my Lord. I am here simply for... observation," she stated to the Dark Lord, passively watching him annihilate some poor rebel who thought they could defeat the Dark Lord of the Sith. Foolish boy paid the price. "It is not often I get the chance to observe the new generation of Sith, considering."

It went without saying that she wasn't about to mention where she usually was, especially as the enthusiastic girl returned with the rest of the cohort of Sith and forces. Behind the mask, an eyebrow quriked up almost in concern she saw the blood stained nature of the girl, including the red stains around her mouth. That seemed overly excessive in her opinion, and she had just watched Kaine crush a man's skull. Then again, she considered all of the... experiments she had been running.

"I suppose I'm also here to gather... test subjects," she continued, ignoring the lesser Sith around the two Lords. Even just that simple statement likely would bring some sadistic sense that if she was here to gather human subjects for some experiment, it likely would not end well for whoever she took. "Were you satisfied with Adramelech, my Lord?"

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"Indeed, but your charge is one of utmost importance my lady."

By now most of the manor had been cleared, and whatever stragglers remained would either be rooted out or would take their own lives as fear finally consumed them. So long as they died, and so long as their blood fed the land, the Dark Lord cared not how the died.

Only that they did.

[member="Harley"] returned covered in the offal of slaughter, blood dripping down from her mouth as she beamed up at him obediently. [member="Taeli Raaf"] spoke of his dragon and he could only smile and chuckle softly, "Adramelech is a powerful and loyal beast, I could have not asked for a better monster. You should have seen him on Krayiss II, the Dominion were as nothing before him. Dozens died in his wake." Currently the beast was back on Bastion in his roost, being looked after by his handlers and kept fed and happy.

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Darth Caecus"]

Kith might have been able to control her giggle fit, but Thorne had a job to do right now.

The barking laugh cut straight through the smug waste of Calais, causing him to freeze and look up with a mixture of astonishment, anger and... was that a smidgen of fear? "No, no... you misunderstand. I have literally seen girls hit harder than you. Even your men can't keep it straight whenever you go for a punch. Look at them!" To give his men some credit they managed to keep their faces straight. For the most part, besides a subtle twitch of the corner here and there.

Calais looked back, doubt spelled out in his face, before it shifted completely to fury.

Men like that... who rose too high, too fast with no merit? They guarded their pride with jealous abandonment and if it was hurt? They lashed out and could not control themselves..... because they knew they were unworthy at their heart of hearts.

Much was the same for Calais, who stomped away from Kith and punched Luca straight in the face. "I am the real power here! Who brought all those bickering fools and sycophants together? Me! You think Dalesh would have been able get it together?" *Punch* "Baran?" *Punch* "Disha?" *Punch Punch* "NO! They were sitting there and crying to themselves while your masters come for the culling!"

In between heavy exhaustive breaths and him leaning against his knees Luca shot a quick look at Kith.

Was this enough?

 

[Ria Misrani]

Prince Sarlow had followed his father out and had remained fairly civil, quiet mostly. His hand came over the small pendant on his chest crafted for him by his mother a long time ago, it kept the beast inside. It did not, however, hinder his senses, merely allowing him to keep his wolf form hidden. His eyes shifted a natural snarl began to come over him he watched the others for a moment before quietly slipping his pendant off and handing it over to his father.

"No one survives the night," and in an instant, the man took off in a sprint throwing off his cloak and shirt as his body transformed from man to wolf. The Epicanthix man in his wolf form was unsightly, a large monstrous canine that now rushed on all fours thundered down the manor hall. Silhouettes of a massive creature danced along the shadows, you could hear him before you saw him and even then. As he barked in the night, the only thing louder than his howls would be the screams of his victims. One by one, he tracked them down by their scent and one by one he would devour them, blood would soak the carpets as the halls ran red. He had been taught a long time ago to show no mercy. Mercy was a weakness, something not likely to be given or had for those that bore their name.

When the manor was empty, Sarlow still hungered for more and made his way out into the open.

The Wolf had now been unleashed upon the masses.

[member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Harley"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"]