Tyrant Queen of Darkness
Race Against The Roots
The Dark Court has carved only the barest foothold into Nathema's scarred surface, and already the planet resists. The clearing meant to serve as a safe staging ground has not grown as it should—too many delays, too little ground broken, and the jungle has crept back faster than the Court has pressed forward. Every night wasted, the vines thickened, the roots dug deeper, and the predators grew bold. The Court's foothold now hangs by a thread.
There is no more time for patience. The surface cannot be mastered, not at this pace. What lies beneath must be seized before the jungle swallows the camp whole. Through collapsed sinkholes and shifting roots, glimpses of an older world beckon—the bones of forgotten structures buried long before the Sith rebuilt their citadel here. To hesitate further is to lose everything.
The mission is simple—yet perilous. Two clear paths have opened, and each demands the hand of the Dark Court.
Objective One: The Living Jungle
One path leads into the remnants of a subterranean temple, its walls split by roots thicker than pillars, its glyphs drowned beneath fungal growths. The air drips with unseen power, thick as incense, and the faint sound of chanting seems to echo where no throats move. Here, the goal is to recover the shattered remains of a crystalline engine, its shards scattered through a maze of collapsing corridors. The device is unstable, resonant with the same hunger that devoured Nathema centuries ago. Gather it, bind it, or let it devour you—what you bring back may define the Court's future power.
Your objective is simple. Make you way through the temple. Recover the crystalline engine. Escape before you are overwhelmed.
Objective Two: The Whispering Roots
Another path drops into a cavern where the jungle itself has driven its roots down to feed on something older. A fissure runs across the chamber floor, black ichor seeping upward in a tide that nourishes the overgrowth. The mission here is not to claim, but to sever. Burn, poison, or otherwise halt the roots before the entire surface outpost is swallowed in days. Yet something stirs in the dark beyond the roots—shapes that have learned to mimic the Court's hunters, voices that answer back when spoken to. Cutting deep enough to kill the Maw may mean waking it.
Your objective is simple. Fight your way into the cavern. Burn the roots. Do not allow the jungle to take you.
Thread is planned to be launched in two days, all are welcome to come along!
