OOC: If you missed posting the last round, feel free to join at your own pace. I probably should have labeled this more clearly but there are 4 scenarios you can join! I’ll likely be putting DM posts out a week apart in order to give everyone a chance to post. All of the damage infliction to the enemies and their reactions were determined by dice rolls to take the blame off of me.
Location: Tenger Tribe
Scenario 4: The Family Home
While the Jedi rushed to come to the family’s aid in record time, their actions would attract even more Chotgor. Hungry for the life force of organics, they headed for where they humanoids were densely concentrated.
[member="Anais Auraeli"] would be the first to reach the home, lightsaber slicing through the nearest beast in a clean vertical cut. The Chotgor didn’t even have the chance to let out a dying screech before it was bisected, both halves of its body dropping to the ground. It would be hard to distinguish the varying cries of the panicked Nasvalo in the home, but the one closest to Anais might stand out—a child no more than two years of age, sitting on the ground near the entrance. While he didn’t appear to have been harmed in the scuffle, his cries of fear attracted a Chotgor who quickly leapt for him with a savage snarl.
The sharp, well-practiced movements of [member="Julius Sedaire"] would serve him well, but the Chotgor were unpredictable creatures with quick reflexes and an insatiable hunger for organic life. As the beasts continued to stream from the woods and into the village, so would they target anything with a life force. Seemingly, they had no fear of the man who wielded the burning blades of plasma regardless of how many of their kin he cut down. All they knew was a manic need to sate their hunger, and thus Julius would find one Chotgor clinging to his back and one grasping at each of his legs—all attempting to bite him.
As [member="Verana"] made haste towards the children’s room, chaos would ensue all around her. Pottery was knocked over in the scuffle, utensils and anything not bolted down used as projectiles against the demons by the terrified natives as they alternated between evading the Chotgor and defending themselves when needed. Despite the family being large, their house was relatively small as these were simple mountain people who shunned technology and anything reminiscent of a modern world. Still, they took pride in things like woodworking as evidenced by an intricately carved wooden crib that a Chotgor was currently…lifting a crying baby out of? The beast spotted Verana and seemed to have a momentary internal struggle—absorb the life of the child with one bite that would surely kill it, or go after this much larger organic for a bigger meal? With the crying baby held above its head, the demon simply screamed.
The children seemed equally terrified by the sithspawn as they did the fire-sword wielding [member="Anari Mero"]. While some of them did understand that these strange people where here to defeat the beasts, centuries of tribal isolation and a hatred for technology left them with less than positive views of outsiders. Children being terrified children, they scattered around the room with shrieks and cries, a few of the younger ones trying to reach their parents. A seven year old boy who’d taken refuge under the bed found a clawed hand grasping at his leg. Suddenly, he was violently pulled out from beneath his hiding spot and into plain view of his attacker. He lay limply on the floor, the sithspawn’s claws having absorbed a good measure of energy and leaving him unable to defend himself in the moment.
The Nasvalo man attempted to hold his desperate wife back after [member="Felicity Skye"] had cleared the common room. If one inspected closer, the woman had sustained some sort of laceration to her leg and moved with a limp while she searched for her child. Her husband did his best to calm her, eventually grabbing her by her shoulders and speaking with soft, stern words. She nodded shortly, anxiety in her eyes as her husband grabbed a metal fire poker as a makeshift weapon and went off in search of their children. While the common area had been cleared, several parts of the house were still infested with the sithspawn—namely the nearby kitchen. The wife’s screams had attracted one of the beasts who’d been feasting on a few live chickens that were being kept indoors. With a not so subtle screech, the Chotgor across the room and effectively attached itself to the woman’s throat, teeth sinking into her flesh. The woman gave a muffled gasp and screamed, loudly and garbled. In the same instance, a girl no older than 5 or 6 sprinted in from the opposite entrance to the room. She was being chased by a sithspawn who’d just managed to catch her by the arm. Eyes red and cheeks stained with tears, she cried for her mother.
Among the sea of identical transfigured beasts, one in particular would stand out. It was humanoid in shape with a comparable build to that of the native Nasvalo—tall and strong. However, the similarities ended there. The creature’s skin glowed a faint blue-green, the intensity of which stood out even more in the dark backdrop of the night. It drifted through the village, unhindered by the smaller sithspawn as they continued to terrorize the civilians and contest the Jedi. It headed straight for [member="Ember Farseer"], and the closer it came the more distinctive its humanoid features. It was a woman, her face contorted in a mix of sheer terror and desperation. Her arms reached out to him and she bared her teeth which were serrated down to fine points. A faint cry for help would drift into the Jedi’s head before dying like a snuffed candle. The woman lunged at him while letting out a strange howl of hunger and pain.
Scenario 3: A House Ablaze
Tags: [member="Romi Jade"] [member="Jace Khel"] [member="Aten Ramses"]
The quick thinking of [member="Arcanus Sunstrider"] had staved off the blaze momentarily, giving a pair of adults and their two small children enough time to escape their burning home. As they stumbled from their ruined hut, it became apparent that while the children were unharmed, their parents had suffered in protecting them. Covered with ash, the skin on their hands and arms had begun to melt, peeling from exposure to the intense heat. Still, they seemed very relieved as they checked their children over for injuries between coughing and taking deep gasps of fresh air. The chotgor that had been inside was not so fortunate. The beast, being as flammable as it was, had roasted alive.
The danger was not over yet. As the battle against the sithspawn reached its peak, a pair of thundering footsteps could be heard not far from where the Jedi Master and the small family were. From the night, a large asar-chotgor appeared. The beast was three times as large as its smaller counterparts and not nearly as fragile. In one swift movement, it swept a hand out to snatch the woman and her child into its grasp. If one looked closer, they would find the form of a young child trapped halfway in the beast’s mouth—motionless, but still alive. Blood stained the child’s shirt where the chotgor’s teeth were holding him in place.
