The ancient Cairn

[Marmora]

Quietly the footsteps fell upon the ashes and dust that covered the floor of the ancient tomb. The cairn lying untouched for thousands of years, the last inhabitants of the world having been those that lay within. Their bodies long since turned to nothing more than remains, perhaps the very ash upon which the Dark Lady stood. Allowing herself a moment as she approached the large door, her eyes gazed over the ancient Xalish symbols that danced across the stone work. A smirk crossing her lips as her hands began to run along the symbols, slowly pressing against a small tile as her slender digits danced over it. Taking a step back, she watched as the door rumbled and groaned to life, slowly sliding away to expose the long length of the hall and the catacombs that now lay before them.

"Watch your step. Mind what you touch."

The Dark Lady said to those that had joined her for this occasion, to delve within the ancient burial tomb. It was one of many hundreds if not thousands that lay across the world. Much like those Sith tombs on Korriban, these would be no less dangerous or easy to find their way through. It was funny to the Dark Lady, musing to herself on the subject of burials and the preservation of the dead and those worldly belongings which they were laid to rest with. They had no need for such things, the bodies dead, their life and spirits departed. As always it seemed to be more of a misunderstanding in that it was for those that buried the dead. Shaking off the thoughts she stepped forward, the boots she wore pushing the dust and ash away as the whispers slowly begun to rise within her mind.

"An old tomb. Death within and those that lay hold power."

Stepping forward again, her eyes cut through the darkness as she brought her hand up. Letting it rest near an old torch that had long since gone out, a quick snap of her fingers brought the flame back to life. In a single fluid motion she took it from its resting place as she moved towards an ancient brazer, pressing the flames into the oil as the room became flooded with light.

[member="Kallagrim"]
[member="Dante Zankar"]
[member="Thryykarr"]

 

[Garza]

I flailed around to try and get the spider webs out of my hair and face. Even where most people were under six foot, I was closer to seven feet tall than six. Making my head reach almost to the ceiling that was above us. I wiped my face to get the webs out of my face again when a door opened. The dust and ash everywhere here was normal, but so much of it? Rare. Moving under the door and following the Black Witch, She grabbed a torch and snapped her fingers to light it on fire. Nice trickery. she was not force sensitive. I could feel her as being a normal being of the universe. No special powers like myself. While she used a flame, I smiled and lifted my hand to be off to the side of my head. Within my fist a blue ball of energy formed, and slowly I let go of it to float next to me. It was brighter as made by the pure energy of the force, as well as cracking energy of electricity. My biggest forte.

Illuminating the area, I could see the shadow of my sword over my back. a Dark Claymore made out of Sith Alchemy. While up on my back, nothing. But when I would hold it in my hands, it would flare up with the dark sided energy that it was created from. made from the blood of now dead people. On my thighs were two GH-44 blaster pistols should I need them. In this type of place, it was easier to use a blaster, than a sword or lightsaber. Even if my second Sith Sword, Despair, was on my hip. Considered to be a standard sword, my Claymore was many times bigger and even more unwieldy to use in such a confined space. Hence the blasters.

my boots made heavy foot falls from just my sheer weight of a good two hundred pounds. Made of all muscle. While the woman walking in front of me was under me by a good, fourty to fifty pounds. she was almost silent. ​"You obviously do not know what it is like being in a Sith's tomb if you are saying that." In a sith's tomb, you touch everything. Because it may lead to a different room or a place where you can battle a deadly creature and get some good grub or leather from. Even here, we might find something like that. It was not out of the question. But here, I could almost smell death. And that was a warning in itself.

[member="Marmora"], [member="Kallagrim"],

 

[Kallagrim]

Kallagrim took up the rear of the group, acting as a vanguard of sorts, watching out for attacks from behind. He was almost as tall as the Sith lord in front of him. He had his large vibro-axe slung over his back, although he doubted he would need it. He was wearing his light black and yellow armor, and his yellow skirt. At his hip was his heavy, 12 shot blaster pistol, capable ofmelting through armor, stone, tissue and metal without trouble. He had a shoulder belt slung over his, well, shoulder. Across it he had multiple types of grenades: stun, smoke flash and concussion, one of each. He also had his lightwhip hooked up near his shoulder blade on the back.
He smirked as the two in front of him showed off their respective talents, and then pulled out a glow rod from his utility belt at his waist, activating it and illuminating the area far better than the other two's ways of illumination. He proceded to curse as the battery ran out, causing the light to flicker and die. He knew he should have changed them. He tuned out most of what the others were saying, instead focusing on the strange inscriptions all over the walls.

[member="Marmora"]
[member="Dante Zankar"]

 

[Doctor Azure]

Thryykarr wondered in awe at the sheer size of the hall they were in. He smirked slightly under his helmet as [member="Kallagrim"] opened a glow rod. He turned on the industrial-grade floodlights mounted on the helmet of his beskar'gam.

The Sith and the Witch walked ahead, bickering quietly about whether or not to touch anything. He used his jetpack to jump forward to them, as they were gradually pulling ahead of him and Kallagrim with their strong trot.

"So, is there something specific we're looking for? It would be helpful if everyody had an idea."

 

[Marmora]

"This is not a mere Sith tomb. This is a Ti'Xal Cairn."

A small smirk crossed over her lips when the question was brought upon as to what they were looking for. Without speaking she merely stepped forward and stopped at the two large doors that now bared their progress. Bringing her hands upon the old iron, slender fingers gracefully danced over the carved scene of an ancient battle before pressing upon the right points. A loud and eerie creaking began to fill the room as old gears came to life before a thunderous thud forced the rusted doors open. Slowly moving forward, she pressed her hands upon the doors, pushing them open further to reveal that the room before them was cavernous in its size and scope.

At that moment the party stood atop a massive staircase that lead down towards a sprawling courtyard within a small underground city. A smirk on her lips as she looked out over the construct that those whom had come before left in their wake. Taking a step forward she took a moment to breath in the dead air of the massive underground complex, allowing her tongue to run over her lips before she looked over her shoulder.

"Power."

She spoke in response as to what they were there to find. It was simple in its answer and it was clear that whom ever had built this place so long ago had some form of strength to show for it. Slowly she stepped forward again, her split gown trailing slightly due to the angle of the steps as she made her way towards the courtyard. For a moment she brought her hands up as she passed two large braziers, snapping her fingers as the oil burst to life, flames now living within as they had once before.

[member="Thryykarr"]
[member="Kallagrim"]
[member="Dante Zankar"]

 

[Doctor Azure]

'Power'?

Hokey bunch of bull. Thryk stubbornly turned his helmet floodlights on even brighter as the witch lit up the braziers. This was sounding crazier and crazier as they went along.


Suddenly, he heard a loud crunch as he stepped on something that snapped under his weight. He reflexively jet-jumped backwards.


It was a skeleton. With no head.

On closer inspection, the head was about fifty feet away, in a ditch.

"What in the kriffing hell happened here?"

[member='Marmora'] [member='Kallagrim'] [member="Dante Zankar"]