Rebirth: Hydraeus

[Tefka]

Invitees: [member="Cira"] [member="Vraska Yo'gand"] [member="Azal"] [member="Darth Mierin"] [member="Darth Banshee"] [member="Darth Acarus"] [member="Nulgath Zardai"] [member="Sawa Ike"] [member="Taral Mirtis"] [member="Darth Odium"] [member="Arturious Engel"] [member="Darth Praelior"]
Timeline: Following the events of the Coruscant Invasion by the Omega Protectorate
Setting: New Yuuzhan'tar. Galactic west of Confederate territory.
Objective: Ressurect the Lady Protector.

https://soundcloud.com/matt-brown-89/sets/hrosha-gul

The shores of Yuuzhan'tar.

Tsavong stepped from the transport, carrying the decaying body of Cira in his two arms. He looked down at her face, black veins trawling upon it, her skin becoming sunken and decrepit. The Dark Tyrant himself, still missing his two arms and looking rather ragged and exhausted, began continuing forward. His face was stoic, his mind set. The behemoth had gathered several followers and that of the Hand of the Dark Lord, [member="Darth Mierin"]. But ever since Coruscant, he hadn't uttered a word. The creature had sat silent by the side of the dead woman, constantly looking to her, constantly feeling for her pulse.

Waiting for a sign.

Because he had no idea what he was doing here.

Tsavong had heard only tall tales of this part of the planet. New Yuuzhan'tar was a wild, savage place - even in the most populated areas, there was mysterious, there was wild. Evolutionary chaos. This dark side of the planet, however...

Green arcs prowled upon the sky, similar to the Northern Lights.

The hour of the twilight was soon upon them.

The highest peak, during the hour of twilight. Take her there. That was the last missive sent in as vision, days ago. Tsavong only knew that he needed to go, not where he was going, or what he would be doing when he got there. One foot in front of the other, the massive beast continued his silent trek from the shores of Yuuzhan'tar's most western continent to the mountain range before them now.

From there, he had only but a day's journey to find this highest peak and whatever awaited them there.

 

[J3C0]

Mierin stood behind the silent Yuuzhan Vong, her face stern and impassive.

She considered this a foolish errand. Apparently Tsavong had written on an etch-a-sketch that he needed her help since he hadn't spoken in several days. Either way, she figured she owed the creature something given that he had designed her armor, the arm she used, and the Hydra Staff that clung to her back. So she had come with, though she hadn't really known why.

The Hand of the Dark Lord moved quickly, knowing that time was of the essence.

Tsavong had of course not mentioned the visions, being silent, and had of course not told them why they were here. Yet on this world, it was dangerous to be alone, even for this creature. This world was for all intents and purposes a Death world, a jungle of pain, poisons, and other dangerous things.

It was probably a good thing they had come along.

 

[Arturious Engel]

Arturious looked at the monster with a soft smile and a nod. With [member="Tsavong Kraal"] having gone mute Arturious did not feel the need to say a word. Whatever happened on Coruscant while Arturious was recovering from his injuries on Alderaan after successfully conquering the planet was between the monster and what ever deity Tsavong worshipped.

All Arturious needed to know was that whatever quest it was he had been summoned for he would help just like when the felled the dragon. Walking silently on their journey Arturious scanned around them every few steps sure this was the last place to be without an army at your back.

Arturious glanced briefly at [member="Darth Mierin"] giving her a slight bow before turning back to watch and walk with Tsavong.

 

[Myra Elspeth Arceneau]

Why was she even here?

This was dreadful weather. Her stockings were getting saturated with water and there was a such thick cloud of humidity that it was irking her.

Ridiculous.

She should have stayed at home.

The only reason she would have enjoyed being in the outdoors was for a hunt -- and this was no hunt. Granted, ensuring that the Countess' ambitions would pay off, required her presence.

Even if it was trekking through the mud with six of her Vornskr pets allowing for guard. Although granted, they certainly were eyeing the Force Sensitives around her with a certain calculated gleam.

They did, after all, smell delicious.

 

[Revy Khai]

Her shadow would be fleeting.

A dark svelte predatory form that would seemingly dart from tree to tree. Finally, she would land upon a large branch, crouching down as the thick dark plaits of her hair would frame a dusky face.

Crimson eyes would watch with an almost owl-like gaze, fuzzy legs arachnid in origin coming to gently tap along her shoulder and back as her beast of choice, a cave spider, would join her upon her perch.

The Dathomirian would watch the procession with mild interest. She had been tasked to scout up ahead and found it free of dangers -- that is after her arrival.

Once they came upon her, she would jump down with eerie grace upon a knee. Then, slowly rising, would face the tall Voice of the Dark Lord, [member="Tsavong Kraal"].

"There are some sort of ruins up ahead. A days walk." she would state in a heavily accented Vong -- a spell of communication had allowed the woman to understand the language -- even if she ruined a few of the syllables.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Nulgath followed [member="Tsavong Kraal"] the One Sith Warrior he loved to be by. Nulgath bore his new Cybernetic Suit marked with Sith Lore designs all over it, his face mask retracted and he approached [member="Tsavong Kraal"] asking " Have you been on the planet before?" Nulgaths eyes beamed him. He could only wonder why Nulgath himself was chosen for this mission he was not sure but he was honored to be along side his brothers.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Darth Banshee had just com out of surgery, her armour was being repaired, and she was still covered in few bandages. The surgeon had told her, if was not for quick action of the medics, she would have died on coruscant. She was still in thought of that, though she also hoped the burns would heal without leaving scars. Though she was hear for other reasons, to witness the resurrection of one enemies. She was called lady [member="Cira"] , she was unsure why they going to bring her back to life. After all she did invade coruscant, of her own free will. Though some thing else puzzled her more, she heard rumours about a man she cared for, a man named [member="Ordo"]. He was her friend in the mandalorains, the rumours where he was know the dark lord. She unsure weather to be pleased for him, or sorry for him as his family will no doubt disown him.

Spoiler

[member="HK-36"]

 

[Sawa Ike]

Sawa had come, Coruscant had been a strange fight mostly because she had spent it disarming th ines the protectorate had set up. Now they were accomplishing a goal and she had a smirk on her face. The twin blades on her back while the dark mark along the back of her head and neck pulsed. The energy vampire looked on at the other with silvery eyes finding amusement in possibly making an allie of an enemy that Tsavong had destroyed.

 

[Tefka]

Invitees: [member="Cira"] [member="Vraska Yo'gand"] [member="Azal"] [member="Darth Mierin"] [member="Darth Banshee"] [member="Darth Acarus"] [member="Nulgath Zardai"] [member="Sawa Ike"] [member="Taral Mirtis"] [member="Darth Odium"] [member="Arturious Engel"] [member="Darth Praelior"] [member="Countess of Báthory"]
Timeline: Following the events of the Coruscant Invasion by the Omega Protectorate
Setting: New Yuuzhan'tar. Galactic west of Confederate territory.
Objective: Ressurect the Lady Protector.

"There are some sort of ruins up ahead. A days walk."

Tsavong nodded, leading the way with the group in tow. They began to trek up the mountains, facing obliterating winds and heavy snowfall.

" Have you been on the planet before?"

Tsavong nodded again. He had been here before... but it seemed like ages ago.

He heaved the woman's weight onto his shoulder now. She was so heavy, but he could not let her go. Not when the man... no, the monster... was so close to his goal.

Hnnnnngh.

He dropped her, falling to his knees. Her body began to tumble off the ravine the group was currently passing over. [member="Cira"]'s eyes glowed dark red, her face riddled with black veins. Her head turned around in a full circle, staring at the group. A dark voice emanated from her body, consuming the entire party.

"THERE."

Her hand pointed, and the light faded, and Cira's body resumed being limp.

Tsavong looked up.

They had arrived.

The ruins stood before them. A black tower, jutting out of the ground, loomed within a valley between the two highest peaks of the mountains. Clouds had gathered around it's highest broken spire. The place looked Yuuzhan Vong in nature, several biots and grashals piercing the structure and jutting out like horns. Had it still been living, the living creature - this tower, this Obelisk - would be pulsating with life.

But it was dead.

Tsavong spoke for the first time in days.

"Come," he said, looking at the sky. His voice was cracking due to dehydration. "We must hurry to the structure."

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

Balaya had come to offer if it was needed her alchemy and magics. Seeing the limp body of [member="Cira"] had her amused. This woman had been a thorn in the side of many and now she would be re-purposed and reborn to serve those who she should have joined in the first place. The behemoth of Balaya walked carrying Elara on her shoulder and the hydrastaff slithered along her arm. She looked to the large beast of a man and her injuries were patched up thanks to Feena. Shame she hadn't come with them. "Wonderful."

 

[Darth Rixas]

Azal eyed the group accompanying Tsavong from a branch high in tree's of the savage world of Yuuzhan'tar. It'd been relayed to Azal that his presence was requested, although he didn't know why. The Hunter moved to trail the group and once they'd discovered the tower, he decided to descend and join them in their trek. He failed to audibly recognize anyone as he approached, but Azal didn't think anyone would expect any dialogue from him. Azal's presence during the current wars were slim to none so far, but his recent promotions suggests that he will soon see the battlefield quite often. Up until now the masked Vong simply appeared when asked of it by Tsavong and returned to his prior duties afterwards.

His beady eyes landed on Tsavong as the group ascended the trail to the structure. Azal's face bore slight hints of worry as he noticed the injuries that his leader had sustained during the Invasion, but the expression remained hidden behind his mask. His gaze then went over the rest of his assembled comrades, a collective of triumphant warriors, beaten and rattled, yet victorious. Azal regarded them highly, which was the reason his allegiance maintained it's vigor, as the Hrosha Gul settled under the banner of the One Sith.

 

[Myra Elspeth Arceneau]

A glimmer of distaste would run across the Countess's lips from under the veil of netting over her face. Fantastic.

A days journey.

Thankfully, she decided to take an easier route, by way of having a hover car take her to where they would need to go. She was not about to continue to sink her heels into the mud if this was not going to end in a hunt!

By the time all arrived, she was the last to arrive, which was fine by her. She soon made her way to the group.

 

[Revy Khai]

[member="Tsavong Kraal"]

Hurry to the structure the Nightsister did. She was the first to enter the area, scanning the ruins for any dangers. The chant of arrows of fire would send sparks dancing across a make-shift torch, allowing a semblance of light.

The Nightsister would walk just a few feet in front of the Yuuzhan Vong, the great cave spider wandering over upon the ceiling at her beck and call, waiting.

What manner of area was this? Revy did not know, but there was a charge in the air. She could feel it.

Perhaps, the Fanged God himself.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Nulgath followed behind [member="Tsavong Kraal"] running couple feet behind him. He gripped his lightsaber in case combat would start. Nulgath's Green eyes glew on the planet and matched the jungle like features. His Armor rattled as he marched and sweat dropped from his Zabrak face.

" I see it!"

 

[Tefka]

Invitees: [member="Cira"] [member="Vraska Yo'gand"] [member="Azal"] [member="Darth Mierin"] [member="Darth Banshee"] [member="Darth Acarus"] [member="Nulgath Zardai"] [member="Sawa Ike"] [member="Taral Mirtis"] [member="Darth Odium"] [member="Arturious Engel"] [member="Darth Praelior"]
Timeline: Following the events of the Coruscant Invasion by the Omega Protectorate
Setting: New Yuuzhan'tar. Galactic west of Confederate territory.
Objective: Ressurect the Lady Protector.

Red eyes began to pop up all over the ruins as they began to approach them. The group stopped for a second, Tsavong breaking his silence and holding up a fist for halt.

"Hold. We are not alone here..."

Ancient guardians of another era. Hurry. The succession pool lies within the main chamber. Place the vessel's body within.

The doors to the Obelisk ruins began to creak open. Another force was at play here - Yun-Amon was with them.

Tsavong looked to Darth Mierin, to Nulgath, Revy and Azal.

"Carve us a path."

https://soundcloud.com/djscias/starcraft-2-heart-of-the-swarm?in=matt-brown-89/sets/hrosha-gul


There wasn't much time left. Tsavong darted forward as the Ancient Guardians, these mutated Rodians, began dropping from the sides of the structure and engaging the fellowship. Tsavong held the girl close to his chest, whipping his tail around to smack a Vagh Rodiek in the face before barrelling forward into another. He was nearly as large as them himself, though they were more weighted down, and the behemoth Myrshavong was able to force his way past the second Guardian.

He entered the structure.

A pool lay before him, glowing bright green. Though the interior of the structure looked just as gloomy and dead as the exterior, this pool of green fluid... it seemed untouched. As if it had survived for centuries, undisturbed. Though Tsavong knew what lay within most succession pools, he knew not exactly lay within this particular one.

Screeches from outside. The Vagh Rodiek were not entering the ruins. Tsavong looked behind him, then back to the pool.

And then he dropped Cira's body within the glowing waters.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Nulgath's cybernetic armor shielded his face and he drew his Lightsaber igniting the Blade. Blzzzz. The Blue Blade lit up around him and he held it in his hands and took a Niman Stance. Hw watched [member="Tsavong Kraal"] Force his way through two of them to reach the ruins and smiled seeing him enter safe. Nulgath Let out a Warr Cry and Made Charge, Dashing with the Force Cutting one across its chest and watched it fly back into another Vagh Rodiek.

Nulgath looked back and signaled for assistance and resumed the Battle against the Mutated Vagh Rodiek's.

" For One Sith!!"

 

[Ratih Lah]

Invitees: Cira Vraska Yo'gand Azal Darth Mierin Darth Banshee Darth Acarus Nulgath Zardai Sawa Ike Taral Mirtis Darth Odium Arturious EngelDarth Praelior
Timeline: Following the events of the Coruscant Invasion by the Omega Protectorate
Setting: New Yuuzhan'tar. Galactic west of Confederate territory.
Objective: Ressurect the Lady Protector.


The slow hiss of Ampistaffs would foreshadow Ratih's arrival by [member="Tsavong Kraal"]'s side. The Yuuzhan Vong shaper watching with intrigued citrine eyes upon the glowing pool. Glistaweb silk would drape the contours of her body, the ambient light that filtered from the obelisk casting a pale lavender hue upon them all.

The Shaper, a statuesque woman, would flex her Shaper hand as if in anticipation. What would the Yun-Amon provide?

 

[Darth Banshee]

Darth Banshee watched as the vong, placed the woman body into the water. She still did understand why they doing this, after all she was their enemy was she not. She looked on in silence, she new dark lord had a plan. This was just part of it, though the reasoning has escaped her, for know anyway.

Her wounds where itching her, and soon she have to put on the burn cream, she had been given. Though it could wait till, the ceremony was over. Then she learned more of dark master plan.

 

[Tefka]

Invitees: [member="Cira"] [member="Vraska Yo'gand"] [member="Azal"] [member="Darth Mierin"] [member="Darth Banshee"] [member="Darth Acarus"] [member="Nulgath Zardai"] [member="Sawa Ike"] [member="Taral Mirtis"] [member="Darth Odium"] [member="Arturious Engel"] [member="Darth Praelior"] [member="Ratih Lah"]
Timeline: Following the events of the Coruscant Invasion by the Omega Protectorate
Setting: New Yuuzhan'tar. Galactic west of Confederate territory.
Objective: Ressurect the Lady Protector.
OOC: Given permission to GM [member="Cira"] by Cira's writer.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vCsGTP3-Jlw​

My child...

The voice spoke again, though obviously not from Cira now. Was it in Tsavong's head? Was this another vision?

RISE.

The bubbles of the escalation pool began to rapidly escalate, popping and spraying green liquid all over the chamber of the Obelisk. The floor where the liquid touched immediately began to smoke, the liquid giving off acidic properties... completely against it's nature. These were ceremonial waters...

There was dark energy here at work. More than what the Yuuzhan Vong were capable of.

A howl louder than a Voxyn's began to erupt within the chamber as the mighty Tsavong began to back up away from the pool, the look of astonishment and surprise falling upon his face. He turned to Ratih and offered her no words, only wonder. He turned back to the pool and fell to his knees.

A hand erupted from the pool.

Claws grasped into the organic wall surrounding the water, causing black blood to fall into the water surrounding it. Thunder grasped around the Obelisk as a maelstrom of chaotic energy began to focus on the structure. The Vagh Rodiek, ancient guardians of the past, lowered their scythe claws and began to slowly congregate around the Obelisk with their heads bowed in reverence. The fighting stopped completely, with only the crackling of lightning and the slow pitter patter of rain drops breaking the silence.

ARMIES WILL BE SHATTERED.

Lightning crackled.

WORLDS WILL BURN.

"What... have I done?" Tsavong fell backwards from his kneeling position, catching himself on his hands but slumping to the ground a bit in a seated position. Terrified and in awe, the Dark Tyrant was witnessing a display of the many hands of Yun-Yuuzhan. Something never seen before by any other.

The pool erupted in a geyser of black and green liquid, shooting up as high as the ceiling of that dark, monstrous tower.

"WHAT YOU HAD TO DO." Screeched back a voice from within the liquid, vicious mutations of polyps and horned obliques patterned across the feminine creature's body as it's silhouette finally broke through the green acid's barrier, unfazed by the destructive properties of the chemicals.

It's head reared back and unleashed another howl, screeching throughout the tower, nearly shattering Tsavong's ear drums. And then the storm subsided. The geyser diminished. And before the party of the One Sith and Yuuzhan Vong, a strange being stood before them all, kneeled down in the middle of a now barren pool.

 

[Not Ordo]

Zenoc walked forward among the group and stood beside [member="Tsavong Kraal"] His missing left hand still not replaced was his sacrifice to the Yuuzhan Vong god of evolution. He looked at the assembled members and the four armed war master as the figure began to rise and fell to his knees.

"Praise the the sister of my god Yun-Yammka" he said as he bowed before the living queen.