Regaining that which was lost (Pt. 3)

[Iziz]

One by one the survivors got back together, Iziz looked over the group as they met outside the tomb once again, each of them looked recovered, less tired, ready to move on, perhaps it was a mistake to move into the second cavern while they still had the wounds from the first, it was only just in the nick of time that Iziz and Aurora had come back into the fray, though each of them seemed to be holding out as best as they could against the countless foes which assaulted them. The next trial seemed to lie before them now, as Iziz, wordlessly would begin walking into the tomb and down the stairs, into the first anti-chamber before the first trial, looking around at the grandiose architecture and the canoptic jars which were placed around the room. Iziz though to himself that every room in this place had a special significance, this room, the treasure room. The room after, each of them seemed to have a special secret significance to them.

Now, once the curses were clear, there were dozens of people moving in and out of the tomb, the One Sith had been angry at the Sith Assassins for the death of their watch-dog, but, understood that the carnage was to be expected. The losses suffered from their own side were also easily explained, while they had not suffered in lives, they had suffered.

Between the hustle and bustle of the people all around them, it was hard to get by for the Jawa, pushing through and needing to weave between the masses who would normally part for any other sith. Iziz felt like cutting a couple of them off at the knees due to the lack of respect. But the simple fact of the matter was, they could not see him, at least, not at first, those who did apologized profusely and moved away as almost paranoid wrecks of men. There would be no point in punishing someone for something like that... Though once the group managed to get past them to the next door, it already hung open, looking on through what they would see would truly be a spectacle, to either side of them, was nothing, the door opened to a small podeum which acted as the mouth to a gigantic stone bridge.

Either side of the bridge was nothing but sheer fall into blackness, torches lining all the way across, burning with a light pulse in the force.

Iziz looked to the ground and for the symbols, anything he could find as a hint for what was to come, but there was none on the podeum, they began on the bridge... There was something wrong about this, Iziz knew that this was going to be another trap, he could not read the language of the ancient sith, but the fact it was here was not a good sign, and there was no way that he was able to read the symbols that were further away... but there was a single inscription that he was able to read, however it was new, and written in galactic basic.

'Turn back, all ye who enter here... he lives... his greatest power, cannot die, beyond this point, all hope is lost..'

However the inscription would appear too all who read it in the language that was most familiar to them.

Iziz held back from getting anywhere near the start of the bridge, looking back to the others... The bridge itself was about four meters wide at its thinnest point in the middle with about six meters at its widest, and almost eight hundred meters long. An impressive construction for any sith.

[member="Lord Mythos"] | [member="Darth Rapax"] | [member="Xavka Duquo"]

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Xavka sat on the side of the swarming crowd of Sith that had congregated outside of the tomb after he and the rest of the expedition group had emerged from the trap that Naga Sadow had left for whoever was intuitive enough and had enough endurance to pass the first challenge that had been laid. A scowl twisted Xavka's scarred visage at the sight of the group before him. Sith they may be but at they moment they looked to be weaklings, ready to bow and cower their herder and follow their every order. No back bone, no strength of will, just followers. A rare few Sith stood out to him, those that had a presence of authority and command about.

Pushing himself to his feet as the last wisp of pure, primordial Force exited his body, the last of his injuries and exhaustion purged from his body, Xavka cast an annoyed scowl at the remains of one of his weapons. While his Sword was resistant to lightsabers and blasters as well as being more sturdy, that did not mean that it could not brake. In the chaos of the fight, his sword had gained numerous chips and fractures, to the point that he no longer wished to trust his safety to a weakened blade. As such, he now left behinf the carefully forged and now useless sword behind him as he prepared to enter the tomb once again, to brave what ever trap Sadow now wished to challenge him and his group with.

Leaping from his perch towards the mouth of the tomb, Xavka landed gently just behind his diminutive, Jawa ally, Iziz. Keeping silent, Xavka strode behind his ally, his six foot plus frame towering over the small Sith. Stepping beside the Jawa when he came to a stop, standing just before the podium that lead to the bridge, Xavka stretched his senses out into the cavern, both his physical and Force senses.

The air stank and tasted of age, Darkness and dust. No sound reached his sensitive ears from the blackness that stretched out beneath the bride and Xavka's sight could not pierce far into the darkness. To his Force sense, the room wasn't there, not entirely. He could feel the space itself, he knew it was there but all he could feel was Darkness and nothing but. He could not feel where the bridge was, could not feel where the drop began and the bridge ended. Nothing but Darkness was revealed to his senses.

Frowning, Xavka directed his attention to the carved words before him. The warning written in High Zabrak, Ul'Zabrak, the harsh letters formed from jagged lines and complex patterns. While he felt a sense of relief from seeing his native language, especially when it wasn't written by his own and, but Xavka was also weary. Ul'Zabrak was an old language, kept only by the Roaming Clans of the Plains and Traditionalists, a dying language that was spoken when nearly no Zabrak's had left Iridonia. As such, Xavka knew of no way that the language could be written before him.

For a moment, Xavka was tempted to wrap himself in the Force, to compress his Presence to a pinpoint, to vanish from view before continuing. However, he had to think of his fellows in this. No Zabrak would willingly abandon members his Hunt Party and, while this wasn't a Hunt, the idea remained the same.

"We should be careful." Xavka gruff voice rumbled out into the quiet. "We rushed last time and found ourselves in deep gunsos. Tell me, all of you, what language is the warning written in?" Xavka did not care that he was speaking out around his superiors, those that had achieved a higher rank than him. At that moment, survival was priority.

[member="Iziz"] | [member="Darth Rapax"] | [member="Lord Mythos"]

 

[Rapax]

Rapax looked at the words then at the bridge.....it seemed all too easy.....there had to be a catch here...but no matter this was one of possibly many more trials to get to the blade....he could feel he was close....very close...he will not be denied this time....he felt around for anything different...and looked around as well before speaking." It appears the script has chosen to take a language we are all familiar with.....how interesting ...watch your self i doubt its this simple..."

[member="Xavka Duquo"] [member="Iziz"] [member="Lord Mythos"]

 

[Mythos]

The sands parted beneath his boots as Mythos strode defiantly to the bridge beneath the temple. His eyes scanned bout every single torch lit light in the bridge judgmentally, anger and hatred boiling inside him, Naga Sadow was beginning to test him in ways he did not wish to be tested... all Mythos wanted right now was to sever the head of Sadows' guardians and hold their decapitated skulls atop the Sith Lords tomb as a sign of his superiority over him.

Once he stood beside the iridonian and the jawa he let the axe of Adas his the floor beside him hard, the weapon had not come with him during the initial trials yet Mythos had enough of what Sadow had built, now brought the axe of an even more ancient monarch to cut him down and bury him forever. Mythos nodded at Aurora and his apprentice Naga, before he began his stride through the bridge tempting and daring the ancient sith lord to do his worst.

"Let's get this over with shall we?" Mythos said as he swiped his hand in front of his face and the fire from the torches in the bridge were extinguished, then snapping his fingers they were lit again, this time with a purple flame easier on the eyes of sensitive senses. "I'm coming Sadow, i raided your treasures, i broke your illusions, i snapped the stones of your temple.... now I'm coming for you"

shimmering figure could be seen trailing Mythos... a Ghost... a shadow of time past....

[member="Iziz"] [member="Xavka Duquo"] [member="Darth Rapax"]

 

[Iziz]

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Iziz would be the second to step over the threshold, but not the last as one by one after Mythos, Nathan, Ky-Leon, Aurora, Caitlyn and Camilla would follow one by one, the bridge was wide enough to easily support them all, the large group even capable of being side by side across most of it. But, as soon as mythos had crossed a secondary threshold... something began to happen. Off to the side of the bridge, hanging in the air, there was a spark of light, something bright like a flash beginning to crackle into being. The temperature of the room began to increase as a dark, ominous shadow came into being, hanging aloft to the side of the room, centered when it came to the position of the bridge, hundreds of meters away, yet still as clear as day to all of them, as if he was either massive, or distance played no part in the ability to perceive his non-physical form. Almost as an answer, the being looked in the direction of Mythos...

"Treasures, Illusions, and stones mean nothing to me... my true power... my greatest power... was far more terrible. FEAST YOUR EYES ON THE TRUE POTENTIAL OF THE DARK SIDE!!! KNOW DARKNESS AND DESPAIR!!!"

The shadow of Naga Sadow bought its hands together, long black claw like tendrils coiled around nothing, as something golden came to light between them, an orb, of glowing radiance brighter than the eyes would be able to see. A celestial dwarf, like a seed of a solar body as he raised it high above his head. Along the bridge symbols lit up the entire pathway. Over a mile of arcane scrawling, the bridge itself was a sith artifact of great power, giving the shadow of sadow enough power, pooling the strength of the orb in his hands he widened his grip, lowering his outstretched arms and bringing them down to his sides as if worshiping the orb which hung in the air. The orb expanded into a brilliant sphere... and those who would stare upon it would revel in the power of the greatest sith lord to have ever walked the sands of korriban...

A sun was given birth before them.

the next thing that would collide with all of them was the heat, easily composing of heats of up to 150 degrees celcius (302F) to begin with, as the vast cavern was bathed in the light of the sun at this distance... Toward the center of the bridge, slag which had been in the stone was beginning to melt into pools of super-hot magma, posing an obstacle for them to get across, the timer had begun, Ky-leon seemed to be the most set back, Nathan stared on in disbelief, though his stubbornness was something which he prided in. Aurora, had expected the third test to be grand, however, even she had not expected to see the power of sun creation in the hands of any sith lord... no history book could have ever prepared her for witnessing this... Camilla began muttering 'this isn't possible' a fearful stutter could be made out effortlessly. But the problem with the sun was, though the sun itself was like a nuclear furnace of force power... the heat which radiated off of it, was not.

Iziz looked back at all of them, while he was used to the heat with his cloak soaked with the gells of the Jawa people, he didn't think it would be able to protect him from these heats for long, looking back to the knights who composed the team as the transference of the temperature began to set in like a heating oven. The Jawa asked quickly...

"What do we do!? we can't just run past that... can we? I think i could speed blitz past most of it... but it's up to you all..."

The Jawa knew that of everyone here, he was probably the fastest, being of all his force powers, it was the one he put the most of his effort and training into, able to match ferus' peak speed without force enhancement and even best him in combat for a fleeting moment when expressing the full force of his speed. But... such a run for it would have the Jawa be exposed to anything that was to come, he would likely be out ahead of the pack, with no back-up... progressing whatever traps were to come along the bridge...

Nathan seemed to be doing rather fine in the heat, the skill of tutaminis proving useful in this current stretch.

[member="Xavka Duquo"] | [member="Darth Rapax"] [member="Lord Mythos"]

 

[Rapax]

When Rapax witnessed the power before him he changed his body to that of a species that thrives in intense heat, Then he noticed the melting bridge before them...they needed speed to get across and he knew how fast [member="Iziz"] was perhaps he can find some way to get across for the rest of us on the other side. speed was needed and he knew [member="Lord Mythos"] probably didn't have the amount of speed training as our Jawa friend he doesn't know about [member="Xavka Duquo"]s speed.He spoke to Iziz " If you can speed across and find away for the rest of us then do so before your window is gone."

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

As the sun was born before the gathered group of Sith, Xavka reared back with a loud sound, a mix between a fierce growl and a tortured moan. His hand was clasped over his left eye, his remaining eye, the one covered with the milky film of blindness, blinked lazily into the cavern. Xavka's sight, sensitive enough to allow him to see in near pitch black darkness had been overwhelmed by the sudden brightness, the pupil contracting painfully as his remaining vision descended into pure white nothingness.

From his position slumped against the wall, Xavka felt a new feeling, one he had not felt in a long time, helplessness. With his sight gone and white hot pain flaring through his mind, searing itself into his thoughts like a burning brand, Xavka could not tell what was going on around him. His hearing and smell was compromised, signals mixing within his mind as he tried to break through the pain that enveloped his mind, to break free, but continuously failed.

He could feel the burning heat beating down onto his tanned skin. Normally, such a feeling would be a comfort, a reminder of the heat of the sun that hung over Iridonia, that heated the desert sands and had been a constant companion to Xavka during his early years as a kep. Now, that comfort wasn't felt as Xavka's sentient mind sought to escape the pain that the searing light of the born sun had wrought against his sensitive senses.

Collapsing to the ground in a huddled heap, his robes settling around him like a black blanket, Xavka's growls and moans had tuned into a whimper, a sound so like the noises of pain non-sentient animals would make when they were trapped and isolated, with no target for them to use to distract themselves. His curled hand remained clamped over his eye as he drove his knee into the hard and dust ground bellow his body, seeking the feeling of pain, trying to use to as an anchor to reality, to use it to claw himself out of the pit that the pain he had felt had thrown him into, to remove himself from the feeling of weakness.

Slowly, his mind returned, the pain ebbing to a steady pulse instead of a searing burn as he fought back. Slowly, his sense returned to him, his hearing and sense of smell no longer being confused by he pain. Even as he was still robbed of his sight, Xavka was returning to his normal state of mind piece by piece.

His hearing retuned just in time to hear a voice, one he recognised as belonging to the Jawa (Iziz, he sluggish mind recalled) offer to run across the bridge. Indeed, Xavka could recall the speed he had seen the small being move at during previous trials and was more than willing to bet that if any of them were to make it across the room while avoiding being targeted, it would most likely be Iziz with his speed. Reaching out with his mind, Xavka brushed the probe against the Jawa's directing a message through the Force.

'If you are willing to run, I should be able to provide you with some healing if required. Less as the distance grows between us, but so long as I can keep a contact with your Force Presence, I should be able to heal you enough to assist you across the bridge should you be injured.'


[member="Iziz"] | [member="Lord Mythos"] | [member="Darth Rapax"]

 

[Mythos]

The gasp that left his mouth was tainted with admiration.... he had called and his spirit had answered back in kind with not just his voice that had been unheard in millennials but power beyond what he faced in the tomb of Adas when he faced it. Yet Mythos stood firm in the bridge however he could as upon his eyes grew the power of a sun, slowly yet steadily.

Instinct told him to run, his mind was human and slow to comprehend what happened before him yet courage did not let his legs move from where he stood and with a defiant challenge he lifted his right hand against the Force Ghost. The heat alone began searing his flesh and his clothing yet this type of temperature was not unknown to Mythos, he had trained and worked in the core of Mustafar in the progenitor facility under oppressive and hostile temperatures that organics were deemed unfit to work under. He could handle the heat, he could hear the chuckle of Adas behind his ear as he saw the proceedings and let fate take it's intended path.

Mythos brought the force under his command and gripped the orb of the sun to turn it back into the small orb of gold that it was birthed from. His eyes blazed in the color of the red sun as it's light reflected upon them like two golden orbs of fire, he held the axe firmly in his left hand and drew from it's power to power down the sun and shrink it back to at least some degree that would allow passage and allow them to survive...

"Go! I will Hold as long as i can! Move!"

Mythos could only hope that his apprentice and his allies could hear him over the sound of roaring winds and flames or even that they were still alive. He gave in fully into the darkside to stop the death of his allies, he was determined since he was an acolyte to never be so weak as to not be able to protect those he cared about or the order of the Sith. His eyes turned back to the glowing orb of power and the bridge began to tremble beneath him as the clash of wills ensued. The blast of the insane power had given Mythos a contrast, he now knew that the bridge itself was imbued with some sort of sith magic and giving power to the ancient spirit, that knowledge did little to remedy the situation at the moment for if some benefit could come from destroying the bridge Mythos did not pay attention to it. it was now a matter of pride that he and he alone took the sun down from it's giant size to his hand and take it. "I will not be burned to ashes by a shadow from the past, i will not bow to the flames of darkness, i will conquer them"

His voice as stern as his will... he crushed down on his fist to take the supernova down.


[member="Darth Rapax"] [member="Xavka Duquo"] [member="iziz"]

 

[Iziz]

Iziz looked at the others, they all seemed to want him to charge across the bridge, the sun blaring on them was only increasing in power, creeping up to 350 degrees celcius, over three times the boiling point of water... Iziz figured he would be able to run the mile across in just over two minutes if he was quick enough. He hoped they were all able to hold out for that long, knowing full well that there was no chance that this could not be the only threat they would be facing on this trial, nothing could be that simple... Nodding to the others, Iziz focused on the force for a moment, looking at the bridge ahead of him, the wind storms rising due to the sudden heat whipping at his cloak as he bit his lip, thinking and planning his course... Crouching down low enough for his front two hands to be able to touch the ground in front of him. Smiling at everything that was going on, this would be the true test of his power... Fully rested, Iziz wanted to show off everything he had to offer for the Sith...

Through Suffering, I am tempered...

There was a brief moment of nothing, and then Iziz was gone, kicking off from the ground as hard as he could he began to make his way over the bridge, kicking off so hard and fast it was like a horizontal force jump, his legs carrying him across the ground as fast as he had ever run. On all fours in his quadrapedal stance, he bulleted at the speed of a quick land mammal empowered by the force, like a wolf or medium sized cat Iziz began to run... As he made progress however, something seemed to happen to the sun... It glowed brighter... brighter and more violent than it had been a second ago, long licks of solar flares began to expand from the sun in plasmic arcs for the Sith knight... Jumping and weaving to and fro, as the bolts of sunlit force crashed into the bridge at his feet, creating pools of molten slag as the sun continued to empower and expand. Within moments Iziz was about fifteen percent of the way across the bridge... But something distracted the phantasmal form of the Sith lord for a moment...

Feeling the force grasp around the power of the Sun, The Shadow of Naga Sadow looked to the member of the group whom had called out to him, issuing a foolish challenge against a lord whom he could not possibly know the limits of. As the tendrils of Mythos' power attempted to touch the Sun, shrinking it for but a moment, Naga Sadow reacted in the one way which one could expect, his focus turned, a Gaze channeling on the Sith with a rage which could not be defended against.

'You cannot conquer that which exists as a seismic echo in the force itself, But memory that cannot be forgotten, I am absolute, far grander now than any mortal. MY shadow has reigned for thousands of years. You are NOTHING.'

With that one line, The shadow flexed a portion of its power, the hold that Mythos had attempted to gain on the sun shattered instantly, with no effort from the Sith lord itself, the psychic back-lash would be strong enough to slam into Mythos' very soul... The Sith Master would see for but a moment, that he was outside of his body, as his physical form writhed in so much pain that his mind would have had to shut down in order to defend itself. Least Mythos be killed instantly by the incredible strength of the Force Wraith before them. He would see Nathan and Camilla trying desperately to calm him as his form would begin to wander to the edge, thrashing wildly, while Aurora would try to use her force drain to weaken the hold of the phantasm...

Naga Sadow would laugh, before waving a hand over the bridge.

The Sun would swallow the Sith Lord within itself, making him the snake like iris of a gigantic growing eye of flame which truly began to enter supernova... Iziz ran as fast as he could, but the Sun began to swallow the side of the bridge, narrowing his path considerably as the temperature continued to rise, hitting 430 degrees celcius... Hot enough that everything within the cavern began to simmer, steam rising as all moisture was sucked from the world.

[member="Darth Rapax"] | [member="Xavka Duquo"] | [member="Lord Mythos"]

 

[Rapax]

Rapax despite the heat now starting to get to him despite what he tried to do to adapt to the heat decided to use any force he has left to defend against the heat. [member="Lord Mythos"] was an idiot to challenge the illusion thinking he would stand a chance this tomb even the Dark Lords fear and yet he thinks he can take on one of Naga Sadows creations he hoped [member="Iziz"] will get to the other side and end what ever illusion is being casted here before the entire room is turned into a magma pit from the heat.

[member="Xavka Duquo"]

 

[Mythos]

His hand opened with the searing pain, axe clutching the other but his eyes stopped upon the sight of his body and his companions. Yet he felt no pain, just boiling heat, heat that made the world melt yet pain he could endure. In the encasing of the blurred white after death he saw Naga Sadow clearly as he entered the sun, he saw the flashing infinite light that shone above the room ceiling. His soul felt shaken but hit body felt numb he called upon the force through the unforgiving flame and found it... powerful.

His eyes snapped to the inferno, target the center of the entire fireball. His weapon was the only blade he knew could kill beings of the ethereal dimension and force ghosts. The blade Sage had given him, he called upon the force even through his state focus enhanced by the fact that unlike the body he was seeing before him he felt no pain, he was separated from his physical body according to what he was but he was not disconnected from the force, he still felt it's presence and he still felt the heat. "Illusions are for the uninitiated, i Live"

He lowered his palm, and when it clicked up the dagger sailed through the sky, it's pointed tip soaring through the air and the blazing fire by the will of Mythos and his command over force that for once, had been put into a test under such circumstances. His gaze did not part from the inferno as the dagger swiftly darted into the very center of the flaming eye with one purpose, to hit the Sith Lord's heart. Illusions, they were one of his first teaching, it was something nailed into his mind, Mythos thought about nothing else than the task at hand but the smile upon his lips was brought upon by the fact that he of all people, knew an illusion when he saw one. The slight ripples in the force, the way the darkside clouds things could weave one through an illusion, focus was all that was needed, will and power. It reminded him of Mustafar, in so many ways, death would come this day one way or another... Mythos accepted it.


[member="Darth Rapax"]
[member="Iziz"]
[member="Xavka Duquo"]

 

[Iziz]

And so the battle continued.

As the fight waged on between those who still stood, each individual casting whatever magic in the force they could to defend themselves with but two who did not follow suit. The first was Mythos, attempting to do battle with the entity that represented the late Naga Sadow. They were not wrong about one thing, this was no spirit of the fallen lord, nor was it a summoning of his will... but neither was it entirely an illusion, it was a fragment of his power, sealed away within the bounds of a ritual, the symbols of which covered a mile long bridge. The Shadow of Naga Sadow was real, but neither was it entirely him, closer to a memory than a being, ascribed to certain responses and knowledge, but not the whole, much like the guardian of long lost holocrons. The eyes of Naga Sadow looked upon the blade and immediately knew its purpose, such a blade could have been crafted by his most inept of disciples. As the blade would collide with the sun, the telekinetic force from the blade would be robbed. There was an explosion from the heart of the sun as Naga Sadow would catch the blade with his own over-powering force capabilities. The bold, frontal and foreseeable resistance was like a child striking out at something he could not comprehend.

"YOUR POULTRY MORTAL WEAPONS MEAN NOTHING TO THE POWER OF THE DARK SIDE!"

It was at this point in which conveniantly Iziz charged head-first across the bridge, looking like he had crossed a half-way mark, but, with the Cry of Naga Sadow, everything began to change, like a massive inhale the sun began to suck in on itself, powerful winds tearing at everything within range as the nuclear chaos amplified the heat. The orb in the middle becoming brighter and brighter until the orange and golden flames became white as the sun, deadly beams of focused heat shooting from it like blaster bolts randomly in every direction. Those who would only defend against the heat would be threatened by the harrowing bolts which struck stone and created magma instantly with the powerful force power. All the while the temperature of the room would sky-rocket as heat defences alone would no longer be enough to protect them all from both the heat, the blinding light and the straight shooting projectiles of plasma.

At the new turn of events Iziz was almost ripped from the bridge. Running at full speed the Jawa unveiled his mechanical tail, as well as the light-saber tip that was on the end of it, the phrik metal of the tail was not bending to the heat, highly resistant to the energy as he would use it to deflect what few blasts he could as he began to approach the three quarter mark, he could see an etching on the ground, the next change he could feel was going to be something even more terrifying...

[member="Lord Mythos"] | [member="Darth Rapax"] | [member="Xavka Duquo"]

 

[Mythos]

Naga Sadow unleashed the power upon the bridge, Mythos focused on the blade he sent through the force using telekinesis however he was soon halted by the ancient Sith Lords power. It was like a tidal wave of crushing strength that not even Mythos could withstand, he needed to think of a plan and quick. The intense heat and solar flares that danced around the bridge itself made the task daunting even for a Sith Lord of the order of the One Sith and Mythos was mentally and fiscally pushed to the very brink of his abilities. "I do not fear you...."

Suddenly the blade that was flying through the force turned into a score blades through the power of illusions. Mythos was playing a dangerous game here, he needed to keep his concentration firm and steady meaning that the fires of the solar flares would start to dance closer around him and the burning searing pain of fire made it even more dangerous as his clothing started to catch fire as well. He also needed to keep in mind that this was Naga Sadow, master of magics and illusions, he would not be so easily fooled as to fall for a whirlwind of knives that showered through the sky... so Mythos needed to add an extra layer of cunning to his attack.

Dipping his hand and lifting his other he focused the telekinetic force of the darkside upon the real blade dipping it down and out of sight, twirling it and curing along through the sun intending to dive it where he needed it to go, first he needed an opening... he needed the shadow of the dark lord to unleash something that would show him his signature and would give him a target so Mythos would then lift his hand and send the dagger sailing upwards at an amazing speed. [member="Sage Bane"] would not believe Mythos when he told him.... maybe he would...

@Iziz @Darth Rapax [member="Xavka Duquo"]

 

[Rapax]

Naga did his best to aid mythos in this fight however he knew this was a loosing fight until [member="Iziz"] could find away to break this trap by sending a blast of lightning towards naga sadow in the hopes it would do something he had other stuff in mind to use but if iziz doesn't find whats creating these illusions this battle will be short lived indeed [member="Lord Mythos"]

 

[Iziz]

The other assassins attempted with all their might to hold off the harrowing bolts of plasma fired from the sun, but with one of the sith doing the running, another throwing a bolt of lightning towards a sun, more than half a mile away as it diffused long before reaching its target, loosing much of its power as it collided with the sphere of condensed force power, licking across it with no significant effect. And the strongest of them all multiplying his stilled dagger with the doppelganger technique before prying the blade free and readying for another assault. The beams however, were not countered. The plasma showered the bridge and the platform on which they stood, penetrating directly through Rapax' right thigh and upper left arm. The energy shield Caitlyn had attempted to create was shattered by the plasma which showered over her in slight while the other female ducked to remain unscathed. The Cathar among them, was not so lucky, crossing his arms over his face as the blasts crashed into hs hide blasts and throwing him from the rooftop, crashing to his death in the abyss below. Aurora focused her force drain talents on the few bolts which would collide with her while Nathaniel was skilled enough in tutaminis to survive. Xavka however would feel the burn of a bolt to his side, scorching a portion of a kidney and tearing through while Mythos would take a skimming bolt to the side of his neck, upper bicep and hip taking chunks of his bone off.

Iziz however had made his way to the point he needed to, the stages of the sun so far had gone through three stages, two more were yet to come.

Having crossed another thresh-hold the sun began to look violent, Naga Sadow within welling up power as the white orb shuddered for a moment, the knife, should it have reached him by now as he began to well up strength for the next stage would unleash his full power, calling forth all the strength of his being he would destabilize the core of the sun, which would then begin to erupt violently, churning for a moment before exploding violently. Meteors of flame flung for everything within range, forcing Iziz to bound faster and faster as he used his speed boom technique multiple times, simply disappearing for a moment and appearing a few meters ahead of where he had once been with staggering speed as he still charged on all fours putting cheetah to shame.

The fiery orb would throw boulder sized nuclear fire-balls for the party, Nathaniel working together with Caitlyn, Aurora and the other female assassin warding off two of them with another intent on crashing down on Mythos and Rapax, the force of impact alone capable of crushing every bone in their body to dust with the heat hot enough to turn them to molecular ash... Though, should Mythos have found focus enough to plunge the blade into Sadow's side through all this, a black ink like dust would begin to creep into the sphere, discoloring the exploding sun with an almost spiritual blood like taint before the dagger would crumble into nothing.

[member="Lord Mythos"] | [member="Darth Rapax"] | [member="Xavka Duquo"]