Searching for legends

[Grundark]

Where there was money to be made there would always be people, and the rock of hell they called Eol Sha was powerful proof of that. A wasteland of lava and shaking earth it was still spotted with odd attempts to settle the 'habitable' world. Some species had an odd interpretation of that word, in Grundark's view there wasn't a single reason anyone would be here. Of course he supposed there was the one he was here for, the hunt for a Sith Lord who'd just returned from the shadows.

The thick grey skin of the Cragmaloid sweat freely still moist from a quick shower he'd given himself before leaving the ship. The cost of the transport alone was annoying, but finding a ship made for a Cragmaliod's massive form wasn't any cheaper. Either way he shook off the costs he'd paid to get here, if he could find the man it would all be worth it, and his nose said he was near.

Lifting his trunk into the air he sucked a giant breath in pulling in thousands of different scents. The man's was easy to pull out of this desolate hell, the smells of civilization simply didn't exist on this planet. Yet it was here, and it was an easy scent to pull out and track. So with each moment the Cragmaloid moved closed to the smell, his thick hard feet barely acknowledged the hot ground as he stomped along. He wasn't worried about the noise, after all one didn't really sneak up on a Sith Lord, and well a sneaking Cragmaloid is about as pointless as it comes.

Crossing over the crest of a hill he saw him, large by human term, but his size belied his strength if rumor was true. It was for this reason he had hunted the man, if a human could make himself into a giant what could he teach a Cragmaloid to do? Raising his trunk again the beast even among Cragmaloids let out a loud trumpet. Grundark lived for the rush of combat, the feel of his enemies breaking beneath him, and the adoration of the crowd. He may only get one of those things here, but if the man didn't break before him then the rumors were true, and he'd found a master.

 

[Jacen Cavill]

Eol Sha​

Darkness clouded the planet, soot was everywhere in the air. Cooled magma was the planet’s primary surface that one could walk on, and lava was the land’s rivers. It was a world uninhabitable by most beings, and the few that could be on the world would rather not. Temperatures on the world were in the mid triple digits on a daily basis, with little fluctuation. It was a world that had many disclaimers for wayward pilots and ship captains. Little of worth was on the rock, so it kept miners and corporations away. It was the definition of a world to never go to, and that’s what made it so perfect. Without a soul around, one could truly be themselves and avoid the galaxy at large. It helped when most of the galaxy was hunting for you.

It was the perfect place for a Legend to hide.

Meditation was the perfect tool, even if most Sith would disagree these days. Few understood the power of fear, but the man named Kryptus now did. For years he had feared everything and everyone. A sense of not belonging and being afraid of the galaxy at large had fueled a drive to train and better himself before he had discovered his dark power. Bouts with his temper in his teens had only made that fear worse, he knew there was a monster deep inside him. Now, nearly two decades later he had realized two very distinct things.

Fear wasn’t a weakness, it was a power.

The monster was to be feared, but not by him. Cavill had become Kryptus, and his name was one the galaxy dreaded.


Echoes of power, albeit untrained reached his mind. Not even turning to look at the one that had found him, he simply stared out at the hellish landscape. “What do you want Cragmoid? Why have you traveled to my hell?” It was a simply question, but the answer would determine if the creature would live.

[member="Grundark"]

 

[Grundark]

With a deep chuckle that echoed down his trunk the Cragmaloid closed to within a dozen paces of the Sith Lord, and according to rumor that was already too close. Raising his trunk again he trumpeted deeply before shrugging off his overcoat and cracking his fingers. "I've come to find out if the rumors are true. I've come to fight the man who tore down a city, and if the legend is true, to learn." It wasn't diplomatic, nor in truth was he even asking to be taught should he lose, he just assumed the drifting Sith Lord would want to.

Stretching out his massive neck as the Cragmaloid hunched down its shoulder and charged in with a bellow the lack of finesse at the moment was obvious. Grundark was a pit fighter, a gladiator for sport, and as such there would always be some odd theatrics he needed to unlearn. Then again he'd never met the man who could face the business end of a charge from his kind and not end up a decoration on a tusk. Of course, he'd never faced a Sith Lord either.

[member="Jacen Cavill"]